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[cryptomiracle]

what type of lover is sam winchester?

sam winchester x reader (fluff headcanons)

"Wait for the signal and I'll meet you after dark

Show me the places where the others gave you scars

Now this is an open-shut case

Guess I should've known from the look on your face

Every bait and switch was a work of art"

-willow by taylor swift

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WARNING(S)

I'm just on season 14 atm, but I took a break from watching it to focus on other things, so I apologize if his character is inaccurate.

gender neutral reader

this is my first time writing for supernatural, please be understanding of this

This is kinda short

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psychical touch

he's not very big on PDA, other than hand holding or a simple little peck on the cheek/hand every now and then.. but in private? this man cannot get enough.

If you're a night owl, he's the type to sit on the couch with his head laying on your lap at like 2 am, trying to fight off sleepiness just so he can be with you. when you two sleep together, he pulls you as close as humanly possible and sleeps with his face in the crook of your neck.

he's constantly showering you with kisses on your nose, on your mouth, on your cheeks, on your hand, you name it.

He's the type to kiss you goodbye, then pull you back into another kiss, and then another, and then another, until you have to psychically pull yourself away from him.

Sometimes when he gets spooked he'll involuntarily grab your hand.

Now don't get me wrong, he enjoys when you give him the same energy, he loves for you to comb your fingers through his hair, or when you wrap your arms around his arm when you two are walking around (it doesn't matter where you're going)

if you were to randomly walk up to him and hug him, he would literally melt into you, he would do all he could to prolong the hug as much as possible, just to stay in your embrace.

When you two are cuddling, he's a little spoon (I will die on this hill.)

love language

words of affirmation

This man is a poet when it comes to you, he will wake up in the morning and just start telling you the sweetest things you have ever heard.

he will quite literally have you swooning over him, and he means every bit of what he says.

Although I wouldn't call him an insecure person, you would have to return the favor, even if it's just little confirmation that you still love him.

He's constantly worried that his line of work would cause you to get hurt, or worse.. so you would have to remind him that you don't have any second thoughts, that you can take care of yourself and that you don't want to be with anyone else.

acts of service

He loves doing things for you, whether it's carrying your bags, or running you a bath.

he'll do things without you even having to ask.

if you show any interest in something in a store, consider it yours.

Quality time

hes fine with going out to a nice restaurant, but he's also okay with just having a homemade dinner with you. He's happy as long as he gets to spend time with you.

He's an okay cook. but he likes to cook with you, it's his favorite way to spend quality time with you

Sometimes though, he would rather go to a restaurant he enjoys seeing you get all dolled up, it makes his heart melt.

When y'all first started dating, he definitely had to ask dean for date ideas, but once y'all finally got fully secure in your relationship, he'd just ask you what you wanted to do.

He enjoys sitting at home and reading with you, or doing research on whatever case him and dean are working on at the moment.

He greatly appreciates if you help him with his research as well, if you were to find something before him, he'd compliment you and tell you how smart you were, & how much of a help you were to him.

He's just a little sweetie pie

(I love him so much YALL DON'T EVEN KNOWW)

fights

Honestly, fights with him aren't that bad.

He will let you vent out all of your emotions, but if he thinks you're being irrational he will let you know.

He does have a habit of storming into another room, or going quiet whenever he feels himself get genuinely angry, mainly because he doesn't wanna yell/blow up at you.

After he cools down, he will attempt to resolve whatever it was that caused the fight to begin with.

Oftentimes, he will try to avoid conflict with you all together.

I can just imagine the two of you fighting in front of dean and Castiel, and them just standing there like "🧍🏼‍♂️👀"

If it's a really bad fight, he'll need a little moment alone to settle down.

jealousy

imma give him a 4.5/10 on the jealousy scale.

He's secure enough in himself, and your relationship to where he doesn't feel jealous over little things.

but if somebody tests it, he will let it be known that you're his.

Like, if a cashier at a store were to flirt with you, despite him being right next to you he'll shoot them a confused yet humored look while sneaking his hand around your waist & pulling you closer.

what kind of lover is sam winchester?

overall, sam winchester is such a great lover his love is so bittersweet, kind, patient, and understanding. He's such a sweetheart ♡

[bubbleebubz]

Mama's little devil

Pure filth☠️

Requests will be completed ASAP, I've had a lot going on right now and I'm so sorry, hopefully this smutt is a good enough apology and enough to tid yall bibliophiles over until I'm finished the rest ☠️☠️😭😭🙏🙏🙏💖💖

Y/N gets on her knees for the man sat infront of her.

If she thought he was pretty before, she is even more taken aback by The Boy Wonders beauty.

"R'you gonna be a good boy for me Spencer?" I ask, looking up at him, batting my lashes as I slowly pump his cock.

He nods "mhmm 'gonna be your good boy", he whines out, his desperation and neediness becoming to much.

"Hmm" I respond by liking a strip up from the base of his cock to the tip, giving it a sloppy kiss.

His head falls back, letting out a low groan.

"Just like that Fuck" He moans out, looking down at me, grabbing my hair.

"Ah! No touching" I say teasingly.

I stand up and straddle his hips.

Her clothing being the only barrier stopping the skin to skin contact.

"Please-" He starts, while kissing my neck "-wanna make you feel good" He says, seductively into my ear.

I freeze a bit on the spot, my virginity wasn't a secret between the two of us, but we haven't really discussed it.

"Please mama, wanna make you feel as good as you make me." He begs, standing up and bringing us to the bedroom.

"Spence- I don't kno-" I begin.

"Please, I'll be gentle, you make me feel so good all the time, I want to make you feel just as good, if not better." He says against my skin, laying me down and removing my top.

He has never touched me intimately like this before, sure he asked but I've always been to anxious, which is why I stick to pleasuring him.

"Gonna make you feel good, mommy" He says, removing my pants and underwear.

"So wet" He groans, sliding a finger into my soaking cunt.

I whine at the intrusion of the new feeling, "shhh doing so good for me, mama" He says, leaving opened mouth kisses along my shoulders before moving down and taking my left nipple into his mouth.

He loved my boobs, even if he hadn't touched them like this, he would use them as pillows when we cuddle.

"Spencer what r'you-"

"Shhh taking care of you, does this feel good Hmm?" He asks, inserting a second finger before curling them, rubbing my G-spot.

I whimper, the pleasure being so strong.

"Ngh~ Spencer, gonna cum" I cry out.

"Mmm good girl mama, gonna cum for me?" He praises, I nod, eyes squeazed shut as I cum on his fingers.

"You think your ready for my cock?" He asks, my eyes widen but I nod.

"Words mama" He says.

"Y-yes Spencer" I say

"Good girl" He groans out as he pushes his cock into me slowly.

Tears fall down my cheek at the pain, I let out a pathetic whine, feeling so full.

"Fuck Spence, your pretty cock is so big" I moan.

He blushes.

"Move please" I beg, looking up at him in desperation.

He slowly pulls his cock out, head dragging against my gummy walls.

"Agha~" I choke out a moan as he pushes back in hard.

He repeats his actions, setting an even pace.

"Mmm your so tight mommy" He groans, head falling onto my shoulder.

"Making me feel so good Spencd" I moan out in a cry, he picks up the pace, frantically chasing his own orgasm as well, he reaches his hand down my body, rubbing my clit.

"Gonna cum spence" I sob.

"Do it, cum on my cock" He groans.

That's all it takes for my orgasm to rip through me, making my legs shake and eyes roll back into my skull.

"Gonna fill you up" He pants.

"Mmm- wait Spence no" i say frantic.

"Gonna make your beautiful tummy full of my seed." He groans, as he does as promised.

I feel hot ropes of cum shoot into my womb, before he pulls out.

"Wait Mama, no wasting!" He says, stuffing me with 2 fingers, scooping his cum back into me, I hiss at how sensitive I've become.

"Your so lucky I'm on the pill mister" I say tiredly.

"Mhmm, gonna clean you up now okay?" He says, I just nod before dozing off, barely waking by the sensation of the warm wash cloth cleaning up the mixture of our cum that's leaking out of me. Before kissing my forehead and snuggling into me, succumbing to a deep sleep.

[aaaaafro]

Seductress 3 - ITZY Chaeryeong x M!Reader (+18?)

tw: titjob? blueballing, yes till reader dies, we aint stopping.

author's notes: I'm back yall! JK, okay so this'll be my only update for Tumblr at this time, I'll be jumping back to my wattpad work because I've been too lazy writing, after updating the Tumblr work, I'll jump back here, perhaps with a new work or another update for an ongoing series ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ ͡⁠°⁠ ͜⁠ʖ⁠ ͡⁠°⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

pt. 2 here

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"WAIT!" You and Yuna echoed each other.

In a haste you two put your clothes back on before running after the said person who witnessed the unsightly situation.

Exiting ITZY's RV you've noticed that the outside is too empty and the person who saw you and Yuna has completely vanished.

"God fucking damn it!" You collapsed realizing what's about to happen.

Yuna stood there guilty as hell as she just tried her best to calm you down.

"W-we can sort this out oppa."

"No! We can't! This fucking job!" You feel terrible lashing out at Yuna but you can't blame yourself.

"Oppa..." Yuna's hesitant voice calls.

You then reached your wits end, standing up with your head down ignoring everything. The few staff that was left finishing the clean up was saying hi yo you but you just shut off completely.

Then a figure suddenly blocks your path. Your eyes travel upwards only to see.

Having been too spent to even give a proper greeting you just mumbled "M-my bad." before stepping aside and continuing your walk of shame.

"O-oppa!" She called hesitantly.

"Yes Chae?"

"Uh..."

"Can I help you with something?" You grew impatient with a hint of regret but your mind isn't in the right place at the moment.

"Y-yes..." She continues to hesitate.

"Is it something to be done tonight? Because, I'm not really–..."

"Can we go to your house?" Chaeryeong suddenly proposed.

You're too baffled at the suddenness of the situation "W-wait... Why?"

"I'm n-nervous for my s-shoot." She reasoned but you're not having any of it.

"Oh really? But you've done it many times now." You tried probing.

"Y-yeah b-but still..." She acted all cute and your anger dissipates in a matter of seconds.

"W-why my h-house?"

"Y-you have a small studio set up right?" Chaeryeong replied.

"R-right..."

"So? W-what are we waiting for?" She suddenly takes you by the arm and rushes to your car.

There's a lot happening in your mind that somehow isn't making sense. Firstly, there's still the person that witnessed Yuna grinding herself on top of you. Second, the fact that Yuna and Ryujin seem to be onto something from the get go of the whole situation, and lastly Chaeryeong's weird impulse of getting some practice shots for the photoshoot.

"Oh, you have a nice place for yourself." Chaeryeong compliments as you two enter your unit.

"Ye-yeah." You replied instinctively.

"Uh Chaery..." You mumbled.

"Shall we start?" She suddenly states before taking off her coat.

"H-hold on...." You tried halting her movements but she instead just gave you a look of confusion.

A smirk forms on her face before she continues to undress. Yep... Undress, just when you thought she'd stop after her coat was off. She suddenly removes her shirt.

As all other proper men would've done, you stood there frozen for a second before realizing that Chaeryeong is revealing more skin than you're prepared for. You quickly turn away the moment you saw a good portion of her bare toned torso.

"Chaeryeong! WHAT THE HECK?"

"Why?! I'm changing to my outfit." She replies managing to have the most innocent tone possible.

"Couldn't you do that somewhere else?"

"Wow, now you're uncomfortable? You sure weren't when Yuna was grinding herself on top of you." She suddenly answered with such a disdain tone.

Your heart drops hearing her confession. You then pieced all of it together.

"Hey?! Are we gonna do this or do you need me to grind on you too?" Chaeryeong sounded really impatient as she stood on your small makeshift studio.

You reluctantly followed, before you were greeted by Chaeryeong's gaze locked onto you, following every single step you took to your set up.

"C-chaery..."

"Yes, oppa?" She asked cutely while thinking of possible poses.

"About what you saw... With me and Yuna–."

"Stop! Can't you focus on what's in front of you?"

"B-but..." You were about to comment before Chaeryeong deadly gaze once more lands on you.

"Shall we start?"

With her eyes digging a hole straight through your defenses and her expression loudly saying that she's not taking 'no' as an answer. You reluctantly nodded.

"what pose should I start with?" she asked.

"L-let's break... b-break the ice first. You're free to just feel yourself and..." You unconsciously spoke with a professional mindset that you failed to realize how different the situation is.

"Feel myself?"

"Y-yeah."

"Right..." She then starts to run her fingers on her lips making sure she doesn't break her stare into your camera lens like she knows you're looking on the other end.

She's oozing confidence...

She's something else...

She's doing it on purpose...

She's holding her pose for you...

She's seducing you...

Not even a minute in, your hand starts to shake, cold sweats run down your face and your chest tightens.

"H-how about a b-break?" You state having to reach your limit

"Already?"

"I-... C-can I at least get some water?" You excused

"Get me some too. I want to feel wet." You paused midway through your walk to exit your studio.

"I mean my throat oppa."

"R-right." you then quickly bolted out of your studio and went straight to your kitchen.

"Fuck." You muttered to yourself while taking a sip of water.

"We will, don't worry."

You spat out the water you just took in as soon as you heard the voice behind you.

"C-chaery."

"Yes?" She answered cutely before carefully brushing her finger on your hand making you let go of the glass and taking it.

"W-wha..." Your words fails to form properly as she slowly runs her tongue across the rim of the glass even the inside of it making sure to taste whatever hint of DNA you've left behind.

"Yes oppa? I can't hear you properly..." She said in such a sultry tone before taking a small sip of your water.

"You girls, wh-wha..." Once more your thought process fails to work seeing the young lady's lip coil as she bites it keeping a straight gaze towards you.

Mere seconds later you feel a pull from the universe as your face gravitates towards hers. Chaeryeong's lips grew redder as you've gotten so close to the point your foreheads collide in such a gentle way to welcome each other.

"Chaery." You whispered.

"Yes, oppa?"

"T-this isn't... r-right." You weakly say but it is enough to let her hear it.

"Is it?" She whispers before brushing the back of her hand on your cheek.

All of a sudden a hint of cherry hits your taste buds, lost, bewildered and confused all at the same moment you realized that Chaeryeong's lips are now connected to yours.

Your eyes widens when she suddenly slips something on and her hand that was on your cheek travels further to your nape. You didn't want to engage but there's something about it that you just wanted to give into.

It may be the feeling that this was all premeditated from the beginning, the way this whole thing started from Ryujin and it escalated to Yuna before landing yourself in the hands of Chaeryeong.

Fuck her lips are so delicious.

The way her tongue skillfully dances with yours, her slim fingers brushing against the skin of yours, her soft huffs in between the gaps of your make out session.

You can feel your spit spilling out as the kiss grows more intense than it already is. Chaeryeong then adjusts her position sitting atop the counter top capturing you in between her legs.

"Ha~!" Chaery then breaks off your contact before locking eyes with you.

A subtle eyebrow raises from her piques your interest before her hand from your nape travels down your torso right on the seam of your shirt. She then started to lift your shirt as your hands came into the mind of their own and started to feel her soft thighs.

"How were those two?" She then asked.

"T-those two?" You innocent retort and that produces a scoff from the younger lady.

"You're asking as if you don't know who I'm talking about."

You shrugged before feeling her short tap on your chest. Her cutest giggle hits your eardrums as she leans in for a quick peck.

"Honestly... I didn't do it with Yuna and Ryujin." You confessed in the kiss this causes Chaeryeong to dislatch her lips from yours.

"You minx!" She bursts.

"It's true!"

"W-we just dry humped and got interrupted."

You can clearly see her laughter being held back. She lookes away before scoffing and despite having held back most of her laugh a slight giggle still escapes her lips.

"You really got blueballed twice with the most brattiest members of ITZY."

"W-well, if it weren't for you and Yuna, I would've done it with Ryujin." You boastfully state and Chaeryeong just shakes her head in disbelief.

"Oh, so it's our fault you didn't get to taste Ryujin-unnie?"

"K-kinda."

"Wouldn't you want to go all the way with her?" She asks.

Perhaps your new found confidence was short lived as you've slowly considered the possibility of sleeping with one of them.

"Oh big boy, don't ponder too much. Just look in front of you." Chaeryeong cheers you up even lifting your head high to align your eyes with hers.

Her hands then traveled to your arm and ultimately led yours up to her torso. You can feel her heat radiating from her body feeling your touch against her clothed skin.

Your fingers sprawled out grasping the healthiest of orbs in your hand. Chaery lets out an airy almost whimper-like moan.

"Mhmmm."

"A-are you sure about this?" You stupidly questioned.

She then again produced a scoff before removing your hands from her torso. You mentally smacked yourself as you stepped back and gave her some space.

Then the unthinkable happened (as if it hasn't for almost 3 chapters now) Chaeryeong pulled down her dark shirt, freeing her arms from the constricting black clothes and finally revealing her luscious orbs that have their buds covered by pasties, which almost disappointed you but fuck that its closest to the real thing.

Chaeryeong noticed your slight disappointment and decided to do something about it. Slipping her fingers through the small seam of the pasties before peeling them off completely, greeting you with the pinkish of nubs that are protruding enough to be called turned on.

"You're salivating."

Can she blame you though? You did your best to wipe whatever shameful liquid that's dripping from your mouth before the lady in front of you chuckles at your cuteness.

You smiled at the sight of Chaery laughing but wasn't able to fully admire her visuals as you were greeted with a mouthful of hunger and desire. Chaeryeong lapping whatever remnants of your spit was left.

"Fucking delicious." She mumbles in between the pauses.

Can't deny that, as she slips her tongue almost wanting it to reach your throat. The two of you reconnected your lips before your hands acted on their own and quickly got a vice grip on her perky tits.

Mashing the supple feel and occasionally pinching the nubs of her aroused breast didn't fail to up Chaery's libido even more as her legs captured your pelvis and pulls you into her.

She broke the kiss off before resting her forehead against yours.

Her lust-filled eyes locked against yours before she whispered; "Mhmm, you like playing with them baby?"

You didn't answer, instead, you tightened the grip of her perky tits with the slightest intent of having your fingers engraved on her breast.

"S-shit!"

Without a hint of being hurt or displeasure, you came to the conclusion that this isn't gonna be your average fucking.

"Eat me." She again whispered.

Your eyes widened, never have you ever imagined yourself devouring, fuck it even seeing a member of ITZY naked and right at that moment, one of them is asking you to do lustful things to her. You'd be the biggest idiot if you didn't comply.

With your goal set in sight, seeing that it's just the two of you. You start working your way from her lips, down her sharp jaw, planting soft kisses and subtle bites that continue to make Chaeryeong squirm in anticipation.

The moment your lips brushed against her pinkish hard nub an airy sigh leaves Chaeryeong's lips, her hand grabs a handful of your hair,

Sucking, licking, biting or whichever way your mouth can work on each nubs of the squirming lady in your arms to have her moan out another profanity or just the sultry sighs was all you could do, as your pants grew painfully tighter.

"You're choking baby." Chaeryeong manages to whisper.

She's clearly not talking about your busy mouth lapping up her busty orbs, she makes her point but unbuckling your pants and freeing you from the constricting confinement.

Wasting no time, she immediately fished out your member and started stroking the rock hard length that's raging against her touch.

You can feel Chaery's excitement as her grip and strokes grew more and more aggressive.

It became too much for you and as much as you hate it you detached yourself from her precious goodies before saying "F-fuck Chaery."

"I know! We'll get there!" She playfully replies before slithering down the counter top and on to her knees.

"But first, this big guy needs a lil bit of attention." Chaery added before planting a kiss on the tip of your length which almost made your knees buckle.

A long wet lick suddenly came across the base of your member that made you brace yourself on the counter top, with a sultry sigh Chaeryeong then took your whole member in not caring about her vocals for their practices she did her best to make you collapse on your feet.

While you're receiving the gawk gawk 3000 you look back at the earliest encounters with the other member, reminiscing Chaery's question. If it weren't for the interruptions would you have gone all the way with the other two. How about the other two? The unnies... You honestly can't get your head around the thought but you exactly knew what's going aroudn your head. Other... head... Chaeryeong's lips as she continues to suck the living hell out of your cock pairing them with the massage on your balls just took it a step further.

"Fuck! Chaery I might..."

She released the tip of your member with an audible pop before answering; "Cum? That's the plan big boy."

She then placed her hands on the back of your leg and for whatever fucking reason, as soon as she pressed a nerve you buckled down lowering yourself for her.

You already know what's about to go down and yet it still makes you twitch as soon as your rigid length fits between her mounds.

"Holy fuck." You commented which made Chaery smile.

"Hot aren't they?" She replies with a devilish smile.

Pressing her soft orbs together encapsulates your member perfectly, her spit still covering your length and she starts to pump.

"S-shit."

You can see the tip of your length hitting Chaeryeong's chin which begs the question but it was already answered before it was asked. As she quickly leaned downwards and took your member into her mouth but careful enough to still have you captured between her mounds.

This sight is so sinful, sacred and so fucking hot, making it impossible to look away, like it's blasphemy to remove your attention for even a fraction of a second.

Not even a minute in you feel yourself reaching your limit but who can blame you?

"C-chaery." You pathetically called.

But the little fox is too busy with her meal as she just ignores you and continues to do her thing.

As soon as your balls tighten, something unimaginable happens. Chaery lets go of your member, giving you a devilish smile as if to mock you, stating that she's proud of sin she had committed.

"I think that'll be enough for the night." Chaery removes herself from the space between you and the counter top.

"What the fuck?!"

"Oh, that? Perhaps next time baby." She cheekily replies before giving you a wink.

"W-wha?" Too stunned to speak, with your pants down you stood there glancing back and forth at your raging member and the lady who's fixing her outfit.

"You should get yourself fixed before my service picks me up." She added with such a nonchalant tone that only adds insult to injury.

Three... you've been blueballed three times in a single day. You're too dumbfounded at how these girls are just playing you at the palm of their hand. Drawing the line between coincidence and a well thought-out plan, you stood there motionless piecing together the times you've been stopped midway through committing the lustful act.

"Stop!" You burst immediately as Chaery was about to leave the vicinity.

"Wha-." She was about to ask but you quickly closed the distance between the two of you and pinned her against the wall.

"H-hey! P-playtime's o-over." The girl nervously chuckles.

"No." Was your straight answer.

The girl trembles but it doesn't seem like it was out of discomfort. She stood there fidgeting while rubbing her thighs together as if something was off.

Your hand on the wall slowly travelled towards her hips, tracing her well sculpted body. Chaery couldn't even keep her composure as she squirms from your touch.

"Didn't you ask me earlier if I would've gone all the way with them if I wasn't blueballed by you and Yuna?"

"Mhmmm." She moaned as your fingers traced her flat tummy down her heat radiating core.

"Should I answer that now?" She nodded subtly with her eyes pleading.

You were about to kiss her, when all of a sudden.

"Ryeongiee! We're going!"

"WAIT!" You and Chaery echoed each other.

[willalove75]

Hi im the anon who asked for Rebecca x Pregnant!reader. Now looking back I feel I didn’t give detail to my request so if it’s not a problem. Would you be able to write Rebecca with pregnant!reader and she visit Rebecca at work and they meet ted and the team etc. or they watch a match together and reader goes into labour. Your writing is amazing💕

Hello again anon!! Thank you so much for adding some details to your request! It's absolutely not a problem at all!💕 I hope you enjoy!

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"Good mornin' boss!" Ted says, happy as ever on his usual morning stroll into Rebecca's office. "I got you your favorite!"

"Good morning Ted, thank you!" Rebecca says as she eagerly grabs the little pink box from his hands.

"I also got a little extra today for that beautiful wife of yours!" Ted places a second pink box onto Rebecca's desk.

"Oh Ted, how kind! She is going to love them!"

"Don't mention it boss. Although I gotta say, I know we were all at the wedding and all, but I'm beginning to think the whole thing was just a ruse and that she don't actually exist." Rebecca gives Ted a look and he chuckles. "You two have been married for how long? And I've only met her twice, including yall's nuptials."

"Well Ted, we've been very busy, and now that the baby's due date is coming up things have been even busier."

"Ya'll should come to the game this weekend! I know the baby is due soon but it'll give you both the chance to hang out and have some fun before the real fun starts!"

"Ted, I don't know-"

"I ain't takin' no for an answer unless she calls me and tells me no herself!"

"Alright Ted, I will speak to her about it tonight."

"Alrighty then! Catch ya on the flipside, boss!"

As you're laying on the couch, flipping through channels, you're beginning to realize that there's nothing good on tv anymore. No more good shows to just throw on when you're bored. Luckily, right before you feel like you're about to die from boredom the front door opens.

Rebecca walks into the house and closes the door, immediately kicking off her shoes and hanging her coat on the coatrack. Looking up, she sees you slowly sitting up on the couch.

"Hello there my love." She says with a warm smile.

"Hi baby, how was your day?"

You go to stand up and it takes you a few tries before you can even begin to pull yourself up off of the couch.

"Be careful! Here, let me help you." Rebecca says, rushing to your side.

"I'm okay baby, don't worry."

Rebecca helps you stand and cups your face in her hands.

"I know my love, but I can't help but worry."

Even without shoes on, Rebecca towers over you, so you get up on your tip toes and softly kiss her.

"You're adorable."

"Never more adorable than you."

A slight blush creeps across your cheeks and you wrap your arms around her and hug her tight. Damn hormones.

"How was your day?"

"The usual, busy as always. Oh! Before I forget-" Rebecca walks away from your grasp and you pout. She grabs her purse and walks back over to you after pulling out a little pink box. "Ted made an extra box of biscuits just for you."

"Aw! He shouldn't have-" you open the box and the sweet scent of biscuits fills your nose. "Oh my god." You moan and your eyes roll back a little. "These smell amazing."

Rebecca looks at you with a smirk on her face.

"What?"

"I've never seen anyone or anything other than me make you make that face before." She says with a wink.

"Rebecca Welton!"

Rebecca laughs and pulls you in for a kiss.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

"Oh, and Ted was on my case once again about meeting you and invited you to the match this weekend, but I told him it probably wasn't going to happen."

"Why not?"

Rebecca looks a little surprised.

"Well I know how tired you've been and the baby is due soon and I don't want to overwhelm you."

"You're adorable, but I would love to go see a match. It would be nice to get out of the house for a little while anyway."

"Are you sure? You don't think it'll be too much?"

"Baby I'll be fine, I promise. Let's go and have some fun."

Rebecca gazes into your eyes and you feel like you've fallen in love all over again. Her emerald green eyes pull you in so deeply you forgot where you were for a moment. You're brought back to earth when she leans down and gently kisses you.

The rest of the week flies by and before you know it, it's game day. It's also two weeks before your due date, something that both you and Rebecca are so excited about, but you can tell her anxiety is starting to sky rocket.

"Are you sure you're okay with going? There's some stairs and a little bit of walking, the seats aren't comfortable and we'll be in them for a few hours." She rambles on while pacing back and fourth.

"Baby," you say, trying to pull her out of her spiral, but she doesn't stop. "baby!" Rebecca finally stops and turns towards you. Walking up to her, you cup her face with your hands and look deeply into her eyes. "Everything will be fine, don't worry, okay? We're going to go, have a wonderful time, come home and go right to sleep, okay? I'll be fine, I promise."

Rebecca stares back into your eyes for a few moments before nodding her head. You pull her down and bring her in for a kiss. Her body relaxes into yours when your lips meet and she lets out a peaceful sigh.

"Ready?"

"I'm ready when you are my love."

The two of you get into the car and head to the stadium. You both decided to get there a little early to say hi to everyone since you've only met most of them once or twice before.

Rebecca leads you into the locker room and the room goes silent when she walks in.

"Good afternoon boys, good luck out there today! I want to introduce you all to my wife, y/n."

As if it was rehearsed, all of the boys greet you at the same time.

"Hi everyone, it's great to finally meet you all!"

"Well I'll be darned! You sure do exist!" Ted says as he walks out of his office. "You owe me 20 bucks." He says to Coach Beard who pulls out a £20 and slaps it into Ted's hand.

"Hello Ted, you remember y/n, y/n, you remember Ted."

"How could I ever forget my favorite boss' wife?!" He says as he pulls you in for a hug. "How're ya feelin'? You're due soon, right?"

"I'm feeling really good. I feel gigantic, but good. And yes, the due date is two weeks from today actually!"

"Well how about that! Coach Beard, get over here!" Coach Beard walks over to the three of you and he nods at Rebecca, who nods back. "Coach, you remember y/n, right?"

"Could never forget her. How are you?"

"I've been good!"

"Hey! Roy! Nate! Get your butts over here and welcome our guest of honor!"

Roy and Nate walk over and you all greet each other. You only met Nate one other time, at your wedding. He's sweet but very nervous, but in a cute way almost. Roy you've met a bunch of times, you, Rebecca, Roy and Keeley have gone on your fair share of double dates over the last few years and you've gotten to know him quite well.

Rebecca introduces you to some of the players, some of them comment on how you're glowing. One player, Jan Maas, says something about how large you look and every one of his teammates groans and throws their towels at him. That made you laugh so hard you almost peed yourself.

After mingling for a little while, Rebecca brings you out to the stands to your seats. Keeley and Higgins eventually join you and before you know it, the match it starting.

As the boys play, the crowd goes wild. Both teams are giving it their all and it quickly turns into an intense match. Richmond shoots and the other teams goalie just barely knocks it away. The other team takes the ball across the pitch and shoots. Zoreaux dives, catching it in a perfect save.

Just before half-time Colin has the ball and is running down the pitch, he passes it to Jamie who looks like he's about to kick the ball into the goal but instead kicks it across to Sam who sinks it into the net.

The crowd goes wild, all four of you jump out of your seats in excitement as chanting rings out into the stadium.

Half-time comes and goes and the match starts up once more. Both teams come back with a fire in their hearts and play with even more passion than they had in the first half. Jamie gets possession of the ball and sprints to the other end of the pitch, right before he's about to score a player from the other team slide tackles him and kicks the ball away to his teammate.

A collective "ohhh" echoes through the crowd and you feel a cramp in your abdomen that causes you to bend forward a little.

"Are you okay?" Rebecca says, her eyes instantly filling with worry.

"Yeah, I'm fine baby, I promise."

A few minutes later, another cramp appears and you take a deep breath as you breathe through it. Rebecca looks at you with concern and you give her a reassuring smile. The two of you turn your attention back to the intense game and she grabs your hand, giving it a squeeze. You can tell just by the way she's gripping onto your hand that she's nervous, when you look over at her you can see her thoughts going a million miles a minute.

Just as you're about to comfort her, another, much stronger cramp hits and you double over gasping for air. Before anyone can react you feel a gush between your legs like you just peed yourself.

"Oh shit."

"What? What's wrong? What happened?" Rebecca says in a panic.

Looking over at Rebecca you see worry and fear painted across her face. It breaks your heart a little seeing her so scared.

"I'm okay, but don't panic, alright?" Rebecca stares at you silently and you grab her hand. "I'm fine, however, I'm pretty sure my water just broke."

"WHAT?!"

"NO FUCKIN WAY!" Keeley yells.

"Rebecca! Baby, calm down, it's okay!"

"I knew we shouldn't have come here, god damnit."

"Hey, hey, listen to me." You say, cupping her face. "Look at me, it's okay. Everything is okay. The match isn't why this is happening-"

"But you're not due for another two weeks!"

"It's okay, remember what the doctor said? I can go into labor as early as 38 weeks and that's totally normal. Okay?"

Rebecca nods her head with her eyes still filled with worry. Another cramp, which you're pretty sure is a contraction at this point, hits.

"Shit!" You say, grabbing Rebecca's hand. Breathing through it, Rebecca rubs your back and gives Keeley a worried look. Once it passes you look back up at Rebecca. "Everything is fine, however, we should definitely go to the hospital now."

"Yes, you guys go, we'll take care of everything else here, right Higgins?" Keeley says.

"Yes! Of course!"

"Right, yes, okay. Come on, let me grab your things, uh- my jacket, shit, my purse-" Frantically, Rebecca grabs both of your things and helps you stand up. She leads you out of the stadium and into the car and the driver takes you to the hospital.

The labor was long and painful but once they placed the epidural the pain was much easier to deal with. After the doctor came in to examine you again she said it was time to push.

With your legs in the stirrups and Rebecca's hand in yours, you begin to push. Every time you felt that now familiar pressure you pushed, you felt like you were going at it for hours, even though it had only been thirty minutes.

Exhaustion begins to take over and you feel yourself losing steam. You lay back for a minute to take a breath and Rebecca looks into your eyes.

"You're so close my love, she's almost here. Just a little more. I'm so proud of you, you're doing such an amazing job." She gently brushes a strand of hair out of your face and smiles at you. After a minute you feel the pressure again and push harder than you have before.

Just when you think you can't keep going, the most beautiful cry rings out into the delivery room. As you lay back the doctor places the baby in your lap and they dry her off. Carefully, you bring your hand to her head and caress her with your thumb. Rebecca's grip on your arm tightens and you look over at her to find that she has tears streaming down her face.

The nurse whisks the baby away and you reach up and wipe Rebecca's tears away.

"She's perfect." She whispers.

"She is." You say with a smile.

After a few minutes the nurse comes back with the baby and hands her to Rebecca. Moving over to Rebecca can sit next to you, she claims the spot and looks down at your daughter with wonder in her eyes.

The next few days were a whirlwind, learning how to breastfeed and to get the baby to latch, recovering from giving birth, just adjusting to the new life the two of you stepped into. It's been chaos but also beautiful.

As you're laying in bed with the baby in your arms, Rebecca is sitting on the recliner reading her book. Everything is peaceful and for the first time since giving birth, you're both actually relaxed. A knock on the door takes your attention away.

"Knock knock!" You hear, accompanied by a distinctive southern accent.

"Ted! What are you doing here?" Rebecca says, getting up from her spot.

"Well I heard we got a new member to our Richmond family and Beard and I couldn't say no to givin' 'em a visit!"

Coach Beard steps into the room along with Keeley, Roy, Higgins and a few other players from the team.

"How did you manage to get so many people in here?"

"Southern charm goes a long way in these parts." Beard says.

The baby gets passed around a little, Beard and Roy both declining the opportunity to hold her. The second the baby is placed into Keeley's arms she sobs and sinks into the chair Rebecca was sitting in. It came as a surprise to no one that the second Keeley got her, no one else got to hold her for the rest of the visit.

The team brought lunch, something you were grateful for because you were sick of hospital food at that point.

Beard comes into the room with extra chairs, where he got them from, you have no idea but no one dares to question it.

Everyone takes a seat and you all eat lunch together. This is the most one-on-one time you've spent with everyone. Even though it's kind of weird that it's happening in the hospital after you give birth, it was nice really getting to know everyone finally.

As everyone was finishing up their lunch, the nurse comes back in and it taken back by how many people were in the room.

"Hello everyone!" She says.

"Howdy, I'm Ted Lasso, great to meet ya!" Ted says, getting up to shake her hand.

"I'm Rose, y/n's nurse, there are a lot of you in here, wow."

"Yeah, well, ya know, southern charm still goes a long way overseas."

"I can see that! Unfortunately, the lactation nurse will be here in a few minutes so I'm going to have to ask everyone to leave."

"Oh sure, not a problem at all, right team?" Everyone nods. "Well, we'll get outta your hair."

Everyone starts to say their goodbyes and Keeley tries to walk out with the baby before Roy stops her. Reluctantly, she turns around and hands you your daughter.

"Auntie Keeley loves you so much." She says with tears in her eyes and gives her a kiss on her head. "You guys made the cutest fucking baby I've ever seen."

"Congratulations boss, y/n, she sure is a beauty." Ted says.

"Thank you, Ted." Rebecca says and gives him a hug.

"Thanks Ted, she's perfect." You say, looking down at the infant in your arms.

"I'll catch ya'll later!"

After another day in the hospital, you're finally discharged and able to go home.

Rebecca carries the car seat inside and the two of you take the baby up to the nursery.

After you take the baby out of her car seat, you sit on the rocking chair and feed her before laying her in her crib. After the baby is fed, Rebecca takes her and lays her in the crib. She fusses for a minute and Rebecca starts to softly sing.

You wrap your arms around Rebecca while she sings to the baby and you rest your head on her chest. With on hand gently caressing the baby's cheeks, Rebecca wraps her other arm around you and pulls you tightly into her. As she sings, the baby calms down and within a few minutes she's asleep.

Standing there with your wife, watching over your new daughter as she sleeps, you're the happiest you've ever been.

Rebecca brings her hand to your chin and tilts your face up towards her.

"I love you."

"I love you too, Rebecca."

She leans down and places a soft but firm kiss on your lips. Nothing could ever take away the love and joy that's filling your heart right now.

[madhatterbri]

Second Chance | Hook Part 2

Summary: You celebrate with your Skye and tell her about your relationship with Jack.

Author's Note: This may be a multi parter. Bear with me yall know Hook is end game. ❤️

@99hook

Your hunt for your boyfriend ended by your friend, Skye. She saw the sad look on your face. The tears that begged to fall were evident. Jack was supposed to be here tonight. He promised you. It wasn't like it was the first time he broke a promise to you.

"I'm sorry, girl, but this calls for a celebration not a funeral. No more sad times. We are celebrating," she smiled and grabbed your hands. "The hotel has a bar on the top. We can drink and talk about how much we hate men,"

"Does Kyle know we hate men?" You asked with a small smile. Kyle had been her boyfriend for a while now. There was no sign of them breaking anytime soon.

"He doesn't have to know anything," she smiled placed a finger over her mouth. "You snitch and I'll get Tony to give me a title match. We can have it at the bar. Street fight,"

"Hoes before bros," you assured her. The two of you crossed pinky fingers.

"Clever girl,"

Skye drove you back to the hotel. She hyped you up for winning the championship belt. You stayed quiet. Hook suddenly talking to you while you were having problems with Jack unsettled you. You were positive that life always threw signs at you. Could this be another sign? You answered your friend every so often so she wouldn't get suspicious about you being quiet.

Once Skye parked in the garage, the two of you made it to the bar as promised. The bar was busy as expected. You two ordered drinks at the bar and sat down. Skye swirled the tiny straw in her drink before turning to you.

"So, I know I've taken multiple hits to the head but.... Did I see you talking to Hook?" She asked taking a sip of her drink. Her eyes never left you.

"Despite your many hits to the head, yeah. He came up to me to congratulate me," you answered. You still weren't sure how to feel about it. Hook was your boyfriend and best friend in one. The two of you trained together. Your first everything was with him.

The last time you spoke that long to each other you two broke up. You reasoned that this was all a dream and you were going to wake up soon.

"When was the last time you to spoke to each other?" Skye asked curiously.

"A few months ago when we broke up," you rubbed your hands over your face. "I was so rude to him, Skye. He was just congratulating me and I pushed his arm off of me. I didn't know what to do in that situation. I never expected to have a conversation one on one with him again. Besides, Jack wouldn't approve,"

"Speaking of Jacky Boy. How are things with Jack? Still not the same I'm assuming,"

You visibly tensed. You were planning on confronting him when you arrived home. There was no reason he blew you off tonight. Your ex-boyfriend was kind enough to congratulate you. You checked your phone and still didn't get a text from Jack.

"I can't seem to reach him. We can be in the same room and it's like he's on another planet," you complained. You tried to hold it in but you couldn't anymore. Your life and time was consumed by work. You didn't have many friends and barely saw your family. Times like this were so therapeutic.

"I'm shocked he didn't come to support you tonight,"

"It's just my first woman's championship. Nothing important," you spoke sarcastically.

"We aren't going to cry about Jack anymore. You are my woman's champion and we will drink the night away,"

The two of you tapped your glasses together and drank the night away.

[iamknicole]

Chapter One

A/N: This is the beginning of Zilla and Moriah's journey. It may be a little choppy but it'll get smoother starting with the next chapter! Excuse any errors I missed! Enjoy!

Warnings: Angst, implied smut, cursing, 18+ only

Prologue

Laughter, singing, and kids screaming happily outside the house could be heard inside. The Fatu family were no strangers to a good barbecue and never needed a reason to have one but this one was special. An honor must of them honestly thought they would never get. But while all the fun was had on the outside, half of the guests of honor was in the bedroom. 

"It already started, Mama, like two hours ago. You said you were coming."

"Okay so if I already told you that I'm coming then why call me, Moriah?"

"Because you're not here yet, Mama. You're never late, you hate being late." She huffed.

The door opened catching Moriah's attention, Zilla slipped in closing the door behind himself. He mouthed "who that?" to her to which she put the call on speaker. 

"Moriah, please. It's a barbecue, those things never end. I'll get there when I get there."

Again, Moriah huffed. "Just please come soon, Mama."

"I will now stop frowning. You're gonna wrinkle."

To that Moriah rolled her eyes then mouthed for Zilla to speak to her. He hesitated for a moment until his saw her brow raise. 

"What's goin' on, Ms. Nadine? How you doin'?"

Nadine grunted audibly. "Hello, Isayah. I'm doing well. And you?"

Moriah put the call on mute for a second, "Please don't. You know she is." She took the call off mute.

"Good to hear that, ma'am. I'm well also."

"I'm sure. Moriah?"

"Ma'am?"

"Don't call again unless something is wrong. I'll get there when I get there."

Zilla waited for her to get off the phone then did it from her hands and into the pocket of his basketball shorts. He pulled her up from the bed then moved his hands to her waist, holding her body against his. She stared up at him with a frown on her face. 

"Talk to Zilla. Tell Zilla what's wrong."

"She's being annoying, she's gonna wait until way later to come and when she does come she's gonna act all stank."

He pecked her lips. "Since you know that's how she gon act then it's a good thing she's not coming until later. You still got time to enjoy yourself. Right?"

She mocked him playfully. "Yeah but it's been a year, she shouldn't still be acting like that about us being together."

"I appreciate that you upset about how she feel about me but don't. Ms. Nadine ain't liked me since we was kids, man," he laughed, "And me going away ain't help that shit. She may not ever like me and you gotta be aight with that never changing or that shit gon eat at you and ruin us. Feel me?"

Moriah scrunched her face up at him, "They send your ass to therapy a few times and now you Dr. Phil. Get on my nerves making sense."

He laughed heartily, one of his hands coming up to clutch his chest. "You got jokes but I'm forreal. I'm good whether she with us or not. As long as I got you and you got me, we got all we need. Aight?"

"Aight, Zay."

His hands moved down to her ass, giving it a tight grip."That's right. Gimmie kiss so we can get out there, the fam was looking for you."

"Thought we were gonna have to come looking for yall. Yall was hidin? Tryna make babies?" Jacob asked jokingly from the grill.

Moriah thumped his neck as she passed him. "Hush up. Ain't nobody making no babies. Mama, get him!"

Laughing, Leata looked up from the bubbles she was opening for the kids. 

"Leave them alone, Jacob. No babies for them right now, they have more important things to do."

Zilla went to bump shoulders playfully with him, "I ain't been in there but like five minutes. It take a whole lot longer than that. Ain't that right, Fat?"

Moriah stared at him, trying to hold her laughter as her cheeks heated up. "You're embarrassing, stop talking to me."

"Moriah," Leata called out, "Sau ia ma ua."

After giving Zilla a kiss, Moriah followed Leata to a quiet corner of the backyard. The two of them hadn't been able to talk as much as they're used to with them trying to get all the last minute things together for the barbecue and all the company wanting to speak to them respectively. 

"Yes ma'am?"

"Just wanted to talk to you before things get really hectic," she explained, watching everybody else, "This past year has been the best that Zilla has had in years. Literally years. And having you by his side has been amazing to see. You two have always worked so well together."

Listening intently, Moriah never took her eyes off of the older woman. She wanted to soak in all of her words, not miss a beat. Their relationship is something she has always treasured.

"I've been there with you both as you both have been building up to this moment. I've been there to support, to help, to hold, to referee," she joked, making them both laugh, "But now you two are about to be on the other side of the country doing your things that you've worked so hard far and I won't be there physically. Although I am only one call away, you two have to remember that all you have is each other."

Moriah spoke softly, "Yes ma'am."

"Eventually you'll build a circle that you both can lean on when necessary but for now it's Zilla and Fat, Fat and Zilla. When my son is too stubborn to remember that, because he will be," she chuckled, "You remind him of that. Remind him of what you're both fighting for and where you both came from."

"I will. He's gonna hate hearing it repeatedly," she laughed, "But I'm gonna tell him, Ma."

Leata finally turned her gaze to Moriah, tears in her eyes that she didn't let fall and a smile on her face. "You both are gonna do amazing, I'll visit whenever I can and remember that alcohol cancels out your birth control."

The sun was nearly setting by the time Nadine made an appearance, unfortunately for her though barbecue had only slowed a little. She entered through the backyard gate, carrying a medium sized gift bag and a slight frown on her face. Her eyes scanned the yard until they landed on her daughter, her frown lifted slightly seeing Moriah. 

"Nadine, I'm glad you could make it. You can sit the gift on the table if you'd like," Leata offered as she approached. 

Nadine shook her head. "Thank you but no, I wanna give it to her myself. You decorated nicely, I like it."

"I can't take all the credit, Rye helped me out with it. Listen, can we talk before you speak to them?"

Although Nadine didn't want to, she obliged. She didn't really have an issue with Leata, not a big one anyway. She followed Leata into the house and into the kitchen. The two of them sat at the breakfast table. 

"She's been looking for you all day, wondering when you were gonna show up."

"She so dramatic," Nadine chuckled, "I told that girl I was coming. Is that what you wanted to talk about? 23 years old and acting like this, yet she's getting ready to move across the country. Tuh."

Leata sat quietly for a moment trying to choose her words carefully as not to upset Nadine. "I get it, she's your only baby and she's growing up, moving away … it's difficult to deal with. He's not my only but he is my baby so I get feeling apprehensive about the whole move. What makes me feel better is knowing that they're gonna have each other."

"Her leaving doesn't make me apprehensive. I expected her to leave and take on a career." Nadine explained flatly. "But what I am apprehensive about and what I did not expect is my daughter making this move because of your son. Making this move with nothing but one car, their clothes and a few personal items."

"Moriah is not making this move because of my son, Nadine. Moriah and Zilla made this decision together after he'd been offered a contract." Leata snapped back. "She may not have a job yet but it'll come. Any hospital would be happy to have her. And yeah they may not have a lot of material items but they have somewhere to lay their heads at night."

The two women calmly went back and forth for the next ten minutes about their children and their plan. Neither planned on backing down from their positions but were able to keep it respectful, which was the hardest for Leata. She couldn't understand why Nadine was so against their relationship and their move. Jacob had walked in on the conversation then walked right back, he let Moriah know that her mother had made it. 

"Who knows how long they've been in there," Moriah groaned. "Let me get in there. You coming, babe?"

A part of him wanted to say no but he knew he couldn't let her go alone so he nodded. 

"But listen calm down before you get in there. You was havin' a good time, enjoyin' yourself until you found out she was here. Don't let her ruin your mood like that. Aight? Promise me."

"But I," Zilla raising his brows stopped her, "Okay, I promise. I'm calm."

Nodding, Zilla turned his girlfriend around and gently guided her towards the house. When they got inside, the mothers were still going back and forth which made Moriah internally groan. 

"Hey, Mama. You look petty."

Getting up from her chair, Nadine finally smiled as she hugged her daughter tight. Zilla and Leata watched them, making eye contact with each other when they realized Moriah held her hands at her side for most of the hug. Nadine let her go, checking out the outfit.

"Thank you. You look cute, showing those legs today I see."

"Thanks. I know you see Zilla behind me, Mama."

"Hmm," she glanced at the young man then stepped around her daughter to hug him briefly, "Of course I did. Couldn't miss him, he's attached to your hip. How are you, Isayah?"

He chuckled, ignoring her slight shade. "I'm good, Ms. Nadine. I do be attached to her hip, if I could get in her skin I'd be there too I can't lie. How you doing though? You good? You aight, Ms. Nadine?"

"I just bet you would. I'm fine, Isaiah." She huffed turning back to her daughter. "Did you tell your father about your big move?"

"Told him when I told you. He excited about it, Mama. I wish you would be too." She admitted honestly. 

"Well don't waste a wish on that cause it won't ever happen."

Moriah knew she promised her boyfriend that she would be calm and relaxed but her mother was grating her last nerve into dust. She punched the bridge of her nose momentarily. "Why are you being such a butt about this, Ma? Just be happy for me, even if you don't like him do it for me."

"Moriah DeBreaux, did you just call me an ass? Absolutely not, ma'am. Unacceptable."

"Well that's what you're acting like. I would like for you to be happy for me," she stressed. "We're leaving in the morning and you can't even try to act happy."

Watching her daughter with a brow raised, Nadine waited until she was sure Moriah was done. She stepped closer to her daughter, maintaining eye contact. 

"I love you, Moriah. I love you so much that I don't wanna see you ruin your life but I wish you and him luck on your move. I hope that I'm wrong and it's everything you ever wanted." A faint smile showed on Moriah's face as she readied herself to hug her mother but was stopped. Zilla moved to stand behind his girlfriend, putting his hands on her shoulders and Leata watched from her seat at the breakfast table. "However, if I'm right and you realize that this move and this relationship was a terrible decision like I said it was, you are always welcome back home with me. I won't even say I told you so."

"It's probably best if you leave, Nadine. That's enough." Leata spoke softly. "They're leaving at 5 tomorrow morning if you would like to see them off."

Before leaving Nadine gave Moriah her gift, Leata excused herself so the young couple could talk. Knowing she was down, Zilla massaged her shoulders quietly giving her space to talk when she was ready. It was no secret to anyone in their lives how Nadine felt about him and the relationship, it was also no secret about the way Nadine's feeling made Moriah feel. While it was no skin off Zilla's back, his girlfriend's feelings mattered to him. 

"She could've just turned down the invite. Hell, I shouldn't have even invited her and all of this would've been avoided," she expressed into the air. "I see why my dad got outta that house."

Zilla hummed, letting her know he was listening. She chuckled humorlessly as she opened the gift bag making him peer over her shoulder into the bag.

"What's that?"

Moriah started to take the items out of the bag, sitting them on the table. "Ring doorbell, a set of towels and washcloths, and a box of condoms that wouldn't fit you if we tried."

He chuckled a bit, "Damn so she don't think I can keep you safe or clean and my dick small. Damn, that's fucked up."

She couldn't help the laugh that escaped her as she turned to face her boyfriend. Taking his face into her hands, she pulled him down to kiss him through her laughs. 

"I guess so but we know better."

He pecked her lips a few times then reached for the box of condoms, studying the box with a slight smirk on his face. "She really looked at me and said extra small. That shit wild. What you told her, Fat?"

The way her eyes lit up as she threw her head back and laughed, made him laugh with her. He loved to see that smile on her face, he'd do whatever he could to keep it there. 

"I ain't tell her nothing, Zay. Especially not that. I'm not even sure an extra small would fit on your finger," 

"Shid, let's find out," he laughed, opening the box. He pulled one out, bringing it to his mouth to tear it open without missing the look on her face. "What? What you lookin at me like that for?"

She scrunched her face, feeling her body heat up a little. "I don't think I've ever seen you open a condom before, that's all."

"It's usually already open," he shrugged, tossing the paper onto the counter once he got the condom out, "You like that?"

She nodded slowly. "Yup."

"Noted," he responded, focused on balancing the condom on his index finger, "Roll it down fa' me, Fat."

The intrusive thoughts were getting to her but she pushed them aside to do what he asked. Carefully, she rolled it down his finger not being able to hold her giggles in. He laughed with her as he waited for her to finish. 

"Look like it fit," he joked, flexing his finger at her. "But it damn sho ain't gon fit nowhere else."

"It ain't but why she felt the need to get the lubricated one," Moriah laughed, wiping the residue on her shorts. 

"Guess she tryna say you need a lil help," he laughed, dodging her hit, "I'm just saying, man. Come 'ere so I can test this out."

She backed away from him, laughing. "Oh uhn uhn, no. Your family is out there."

"And you ain't ever cared any other time." He took another step towards her while she took one back. "You gon make me chase you, Fat? Come 'ere, girl."

Fifteen hours after they said their goodbyes in Houston, Moriah and Zilla arrived in Orlando at the apartment complex they would call home for the foreseeable future. They laughed, they cried, they argued a bit on their drive but it was all worth it. The leasing manager was nice enough to wait on their arrival to hand off their keys even though it was after seven when they arrived. Moriah had slept through the last leg of the drive and Zilla getting the keys which he was more than okay with. He wanted to surprise her in a way. 

"Come on, Fat. Time to wake up, babygirl." He leaned across the seat to kiss her face. "Get on up, Fat."

Parking in front of their building, Zilla shook her gently speaking softly to her. 

Moriah slowly woke from her nap, rubbing at her face and looking around. "Where are we, babe?"

He smiled widely, dangling their keys. "We home, baby."

For the next couple of hours, they worked together on bringing their belongings up to their second floor, one bedroom apartment and getting it unpacked. The bulk of their things were their clothes and all the gifts from the barbecue. They were thankful his mom had the idea to make it a housewarming/going away barbecue. They'd gotten so many gifts from family and friends of items they would need for their apartment. They're favorite gift after that long drive was the air mattress, one of his aunts had gotten them. Instead of taking their bed across country, they opted to buy a new one whenever they could once in Florida. 

"Where you want the TV and the bed?" He asked, pulling his shirt over his head then wiped his sweat with it. 

"Uuh we can go head and put it in the bedroom, babe. No need in us sleeping in the living room when we have a room." He nodded, going to start inflating the bed. She continued to stock their kitchen items away. "I'm gonna order dinner! What do you want?"

"I'll eat whatever! Don't matter to me," he yelled from the bedroom. 

She mumbled a joke under her breath, laughing softly at it. Once she was done, she ordered Chipotle for them then went to check on him. Zilla was putting the final touches on the now made up bed, it brought a smile to Moriah's face.

"You're much better at that than I am," she joked, approaching him. She leaned up on her toes to kiss him. "Looks good."

"Thank you. You ordered the food already?" 

"Yeah, should be here in like 30 minutes."

"Bet. Ima take a shower before it gets here. You good before I do that?" He saw a familiar look pass her face before she shook her head. "You sure? Cause every time I ask and you say no, you get to yellin' my name while I'm tryna wash my ass."

She laughed, flicking his arm. "I do not do that all the time but I'm sure. Go, go wash ya stank butt. Go."

After his shower and hers, the couple sat on their living room floor eating their dinner together. Since they got back together, they made it a point to eat together whenever they were together. 

"You tell Booker you made it?" 

He nodded, taking a moment to chew and swallow his food."I did and he told me to let Hunter know too. So did that."

"Aaaand," Moriah pushed, barely containing her excitement. 

"Told me to be at the PC at 8 tomorrow ready to work."

Moriah put her food aside then moved closer, throwing her arms around him, careful of his food. She kissed his face repeatedly. "I'm so proud of you, Zay. You better be proud of yourself too. You're gonna be great, everybody already love you so you have nothing to worry about."

She felt him deflate under her so she hugged him tighter. His thoughts rushed to him, too many at one time bouncing off of the walls of his mind. 

"What if I fuck it up?" He asked softly. 

"What if you kill it? They wouldn't have went out their way to offer a contract, let alone let you negotiate up if they didn't think you could do it, Zay." She coached softly as she rubbed his head. "Don't overthink this. Booker is gonna be there with you and you know wherever you go, your dad is there too."

He kissed her arm, pulling away from the hug. "Yeah, thank you. What you gon get up to tomorrow? I'm prolly gon be gone all day."

Moriah knew what that meant, the conversation about him was over and maybe they would circle back but she wouldn't hold her breath on it. She went back to her spot, noticing the small smile on his face. 

"Get our internet and cable turned on, maybe put the ring camera up and depending on how those two go I'm either gonna get groceries delivered or Uber to get it."

"Shit," he mumbled, "If you wanna take the car, you can drop me off or I'll uber. I ain't even think about it."

She waved him off with her fork back in her hands, "I'm fine, I promise. You take the car."

"You don't need to be in no strange car, Fat. I'm serious."

"Okay so I won't uber, I'll get it delivered. Deal?" She asked, trying to end it. "I honestly don't feel like leaving the apartment anyway."

Eyeing her for a second, he accepted her words and went back to his food. The thought of him potentially being too busy to answer the phone if she was in trouble didn't feel good to him. It was the two of them now and he took protecting her even more seriously.

"Aight but I mean it, don't let me find out you did that shit anyway, Moriah. I ain't playin."

"Okay, Daddy Zilla," she joked, trying to make him laugh, "I promise that I won't uber without you. Scouts honor."

"When you gon apply to them hospitals? Or you finally stopped being hard headed and ain't gon work like I suggested?" 

She rolled her eyes playfully. "Wanting to work is not being hard headed, baby. I didn't go to school all this time and stress me, you and your mom out tryna study for that test just to not use my degree, Zilla. Oh I'm working in somebody hospital."

They laughed together, Zilla threw his napkin at her catching her in the forehead. 

"When you put it that way, hell yeah yo ass finna go to work," he added, "I ain't get none for like a month fuckin with that test that you was cryin' bout. So back to my original question, when you gon apply?"

She mocked him through her laughter. "Shut up, I was not that bad but I'm gonna do it tomorrow while I have peace and quiet."

"I caught that shade but that's fine, don't be kissin' on me when I get home tomorrow since you said that. I'm proud of you though. Can't wait for you to get on so I can slide up there to see you," he rubbed his hands thinking about it, "If ion see you ima ask them to page Nurse Fat for me. Tell em I'm feelin' a lil feverish."

"Boy," she fell out laughing, "Do not come harassing me at my job. Ima call security."

"Damn I can't come see my lady at work. I'm tryna see you in ya scrubs and shit and take you to lunch but you gon call them people on me. That's cold, Fat. Real cold."

After dinner, the couple cleaned up and got ready for the next day. Their wind down ended with them relaxing comfortably on their air mattress. Neither of them realized how tired they were from their cross country trek until that moment. Knowing they would both fall asleep soon, Zilla facetimed his mom so they both could hear her voice before drifting off.

"My babies," she smiled as soon as her face came into view, "You both look worn out."

Zilla pulled his girlfriend closer, her back to his front, resting his head on her slightly.

"Cause we are," She giggled softly. "Especially after being so alert with road rage here driving." 

Laughing, he spanked her thighs playfully. "That's you with that road rage, staring people down and shit."

Leata interrupted through her laughter knowing the two of them would continue to go back and forth. "Well either way, I'm glad you two made it. Call me tomorrow, let me know how things went. I love you both."

"Love you too," the couple responded simultaneously.

As the words were leaving their lips, Zilla and Moriah were falling asleep. Leata's voice being the ultimate comfort for them. She watched them a while longer and prayed for them both before ending their call.

[princesssmars]

one last night

a five hargreeves x reader

its the end of the world. might as well make the most of it.

wc: 2.001

contains: fluff, angst, and swearing bc theyre all gonna die. five being a lovable grumpy shit. in my head five is physically the same age as aidan bc look at that mf and tell me hes 13 PLEASE.

a/n: the new season broke me so im writing this and reading fics to cope. i wrote it confusingly but the hand grab dance scene is based on that scene from the end of bridgerton season 2 bc kates eyes...i need to bring a man down with doe eyes like that fr. anyway hope yall enjoy.

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well. this is it. the end of the world. the last days of your life. not how you imagined you'd go out, to be honest. you put the chances of dying during a commission assignment at about 98%. frankly a little low.

but you’d always been a little optimistic, so the remaining 2% went to your own personal fantasy. that maybe, one day, you'd retire from the commission. maybe use a briefcase to settle down somewhere of your choosing and live out the rest of your days in peace. and maybe, you would live out those days with your best friend. and, maybe, if you really wanted to push it, he'd turn from best friend to something more.

but that dream doesn't matter anymore, does it? you, along with your partner and his family had made the fuck up of a lifetime and created a kugelblitz - the end all of everything. its almost funny. how you'd given up most of your life to "fixing the timeline" just to end up ruining all of them.

hilarious.

so, here you are. in a shittily-lit hotel room getting dressed for a quickly put-together wedding at the end of the world.

god, how your life has changed.

you hear a knock at the door, saying a silent “come in.” to whoever stands behind it.

a soft smile graces your face when you see five enter the room. he stops a few steps from the doorway as he observes you, likely noticing how you'd dressed up more than usual. "you sure clean up nice, hargreeves." you tease, smiling as he does.

"well, you don't look half bad yourself." he takes in more of your outfit, looking you up and down. you feel your face heat up.

"a genuine compliment from the five hargreeves himself? it truly is the end of the world."

"im a man who tells the truth, you know this better than anyone." he keeps walking until he stands next to you, automatically raising his head so you can fix his tie.

"even when people don't want to hear it." you give him a knowing look as you do his tie for him. he knows how, but likes how you do it better. he likes to pretend you don't know.

"especially then."

when you finish fixing the tie, you smooth it over and run your hands over his vest. you look him in the eyes to see him already looking at you with an emotion in his that you can't quite place.

you want to ask him how he feels. about what happened when you went to the commission and saw everything you'd ever known just gone. about never getting longer than a day to just rest. about your impending doom.

about you.

he opens his mouth to speak but you both startle as a sharp knock sounds from the door.

you look over to see a slightly awkwardly standing viktor, who moves his hands to his pockets after gesturing to the hallway.

"hey, uh.. its time for us all to head down, the ceremony is about to start."

both of your lips purse into awkward smiles as he stands in the doorway for a few more seconds before exiting quietly.

its silent for a few more seconds as the two of you stand there. the moment has passed. yet again reminded of your fate.

he looks at you again with a soft yet slightly sad smile. "well, my dear, are you ready to face our imminent doom while getting stupidly drunk with my family?"

you laugh slightly at his dry delivery and grasp his hand in yours.

"ready as i'll ever be."

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the ceremony is sickly sweet, perfect for the match-up that is luther and sloane. the way they look at each other during their vows pulls on your heartstrings. but you have to remind yourself that you're happy for them. there's no point in being jealous or sad now.

after the ceremony, you and your merry band of heroes make it to the dance floor, with you and allison heading straight to the drinks table. you watched her as she downed her glass in a few seconds, feeling bad at the state of the woman who you've come to know as a close friend. but if you were in her position you would have gone off the rails long ago. a voice in the back of your head tells you you have.

the reception is lovely, and the bride and groom very much in love despite the weirdness of it all. and the fact that they choose to prioritize and focus on their love rather than the apocalyptic events happening just outside…it gives you a sense of hope.

when reginald gives his speech it's safe to say everyone in the room is stunned. you've barely gotten to know three variations of the hargreeves patriarch but you know that he's far from a pleasant person. during late nights doing paperwork at the commission you and five would share stories about your respective childhoods, with his being as dark as you expected from the stand-offish man. but it felt nice to know that he trusted you so deeply.

after the initial reception, there's some downtime for everyone to indulge in the surprisingly above-average food from the hotel's bar and restaurant. you get yourself a plate before sitting at a table near the back of the room, silently eating and drinking and observing the family around you.

you're interrupted by lila pulling out and sitting in the chair next to yours, sitting sideways to look you dead on.

“would you please stop with the puppy dog eyes and make a move on that little turd? seeing the two of you dance around each other has made me sick for years.”

your voice sputters as you try to come up with an excuse, having not expected the girl to call you out so brazenly. she raises her eyebrows as she knows she got you stuck and you let out a sigh.

“it wouldn't matter if i did. even if he felt the same we’re all going to die in a day's time. and id rather not spend this last day with him awkwardly.”

“so you're going to die wondering? never knowing if he liked you back? and i thought i was dumber when it came to relationships.”

“that's still debatable.”

“hey!” she lightly punches you in the shoulder, laughing at your slight wince. “you know im right. not to get sappy but… it's much better when they know how much you care.

as she speaks her gaze wanders over to diego and you have to hold yourself back from rolling your eyes at the sight of their barely hidden lovesickness.

you were close to brushing off her comments again when her arm quickly juts out to knock into yours, lifting her chin slightly to the left. you turn your head and none other than five stands beside you, his hands stuffed into his jacket pockets before one comes out to lay flat in front of you.

“would you care for a dance, y/n?”

with his abnormally soft smile (and lila’s not-so-subtle jab to your other arm), you accept his offer and gently place your hand in his so he can lead you to the dance floor. you can’t help but notice how there's a slow song playing and the only other couple on the dance floor are the newlyweds.

he turns from leading you to standing right in front of you, the closeness taking you by surprise. he smiles at you, moving your hands to wrap around his arms as his go around your waist and shoulder.

“a waltz? seriously? you always seemed to hate those at the company dances.” you tease.

“probably because gertrude wallhaven would always try to dance with me.”

“she just had a little crush on you. lots of the women did. you were the five hargreeves, after all.”

five smiles at your words, starting the slow dance that you know by heart. “is that a bit of jealousy i hear?”

you scoff and roll your eyes. five always was a tease when he drank. “you’d like it to be, wouldn't you? ever the conceited one.”

he huffs a short laugh, swinging you around quickly so you do the same. “well, that is one reason.”

“and what may be the other one, if you would be so kind as to inform me.” you smile up at him, the alcohol starting to take an effect on you and cause you to become more open than usual.

“that I'm deeply in love with you and its been driving me crazy-ow!”

your mind is completely blank for a few seconds before you realize that not only have you stopped dancing but you that you also just crushed five’s foot with your own.

“oh my god, five, im so sorry,” you quickly trying to apologize and help your struggling partner. he stands up as straight as he can, slightly bent on his right side as he waves your worries off.

“peter donahue always did say you had a killer stomp on the dance floor. now i can see why he kept going to the infirmary.” five gives you a strained smile, taking your hands in his again.

“just another one of my many talents.”

you both restart your dance, this time with no words shared. five occasionally tries to hold eye contact with you, and you make sure to avoid it every time. you don't know what to make of his confession. if it was heartfelt or a spur-of-the-moment confession that was given since you would all be dead within a day. you knew as soon as you looked into his bright eyes you would crumble.

but five knew that like he knew everything about you. he took your hand and grasped your fingers together before bringing your arms above your heads and bringing them down between you, and you cant help but stare into his eyes as he does the same.

“please tell me you meant it. because if you didn't then i don't know what i’d do.” you plead, grasping his hand to your chest.

“do you remember that mission in bali, where we had to terminate that guy who found a cure for cystic fibrosis? we there for maybe two hours and you kept complaining about the heat.”

“it was a steady 80 degrees and we were wearing commission suits, of course i was miserable.”

“im aware. it was when we finally killed the guy and you took some of his cash to get some better clothes and you somehow managed to convince me to come down with you to the beach. we were sitting in the sand and it was annoying as all hell but you seemed so happy that i couldn't even complain. and i just knew.”

your chest tightens. “knew what?”

“that i loved you. that i still do. and that i’m an idiot for waiting so long to tell you. guess our impending doom and the cheap liquor finally gave me the courage to say something.” he finishes, holding you close as you stand in the middle of the dance floor. you know some of his siblings are bound to be staring because of the close display but you can find it in you to care. all that matters is that you finally have the love of your life in your arms, even if just for a short while.

“not to be pushy but i haven't heard an “i love you” back so im getting pretty worried over here.” five jokes, staring at you with love but worry in his eyes

you laugh at five’s joke, bringing your lips to his cheek to give him a short but sweet kiss. “i love you too, partner.”

“good. now, what do you say we get drunk off our asses and have the best night of our lives with my dysfunctional family?

you smile. “i couldn't ask for anything better.”

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[moongirlcleo]

Pro Hero! Kirishima x Reader

summary: Kirishima's assistant falling hard for him since she deserves a man who deserves the world and deserves multiple breaks in her opinion, the assistant trying to deny her/their own feelings because it's just a "office crush" and she'll get over it, only for Kirishima to be in love with her too, the roses that would be under her boyfriend's name but always saying, "let's not talk about the roses when you see me" because he's really not trying to home wreck but at the same time he's just so in love with her, after all reader is a good iron fist in the company yet very kind. CW: fluff, pining, reader has a partner A/N: idk who the boyfriend is but reader and Kirishima deserve a happy ending because he is the best boy❤️ Maybe I'll do a part two of this, idk what do yall think?

It wasn't easy working for someone you'd fallen hopelessly in love with. The moment Eijiro came back from his leave, things seemed different between the two of you. Even before the break, the two of you had spent more time apart than together - especially in those days where you weren't even allowed to speak to each other, apart from various emails regarding paperwork or interviews Eijiro had scheduled.

However, now that his leave was over and he was back to the agency full time, you couldn't keep yourself from daydreaming, either during the workday or while you were going home. You wanted nothing more than to spend every second you could with him, but you knew that you needed to put up some sort of emotional wall, and make sure that this "crush" was kept strictly professional. So whenever he tried to hug you or catch up on what happened during his leave, you'd quickly change the subject, insisting that you didn't have much free time lately and needed to focus on the job at hand.

At first, it was rough on you, and it took quite some effort to refrain from giving in to your desires. But somehow, despite your attempts to stay as far away as possible from thinking about him, you still found yourself getting drawn into your thoughts, especially when Kirishima would let his guard down and joke around about how much he missed you while he was away. Whenever he did, you felt a tug inside of you, urging you to run off somewhere with him and confess your true feelings to him. Of course, these moments passed rather quickly, as they always did. After all, if there was one thing that you knew for certain, it was that Kirishima did not like to take risks. It made sense, really. If something was important enough to risk his career over, then chances are, it meant a lot to him. But you knew better.

And besides, you were happy with the way things were going between you two. It had been such a long time since anyone had treated you the way he did, or showed you any affection in general. You'd been starved for it, really, and you were content to let things continue as they were. However, the situation changed once you realized that you'd fallen for the sweet red haired hero, for reasons that you couldn't fully understood. At first, it confused you, and you tried to push those thoughts away.

Given how Kirishima had always treated you, it was clear that he genuinely cared about you, and not just in a professional capacity. There was something special about the two of you, something that had been there since day one. For the longest time, you'd secretly harbored these thoughts , but you never dared say anything out loud because you knew that it was impossible. And yet here you were, feeling your heart race every time he talked about you. This wasn't what you had in mind when you applied to work at the agency.

The feelings in your head were a struggle, especially when you had someone else in your life that you cared about. It wasn't worth losing what you had built with Yoichi just because of a silly crush, right? You'd come too far with him, and he deserved better than someone who kept chasing after people who weren't available. Sure, the fact that your feelings were being thrown back at you may have hurt at first, but it didn't matter anymore. As long as you stuck by his side, everything would turn out okay. You promised yourself that you wouldn't let anyone or anything stand in the way of your relationship. Because as long as you two were strong, everything would be fine. At least that's what you told yourself when Yoichi yelled at you, drunk off his nightly libations, for coming home twenty minutes late for work.

You never thought you'd ever meet someone who made you question everything you believed in. Maybe that's why it hurt so badly. You never saw the look in Eijiro's eyes whenever you had fresh flowers sent to your desk. You could tell they were from Yoichi, except they were always signed "Please don't ask me about these when you get home. Just enjoy the gift, princess." He hadn't called you princess in years. Even now, you wiped a tear from your eyes, wondering where the two of you had gone so wrong.

He never wanted to be a home wrecker. Not really, at least. But Eijiro could see the pain in your eyes whenever someone mentioned your shitty boyfriend. On more than one occasion, he contemplated asking Bakugo for assistance to "straighten" the guy out, but ultimately decided against it. He didn't want to come off as that guy, so instead, he signed the flowers he sent you weekly as vague as he could so you could enjoy them. You were the sweetest human, and by far the most intelligent person he'd ever had the chance to meet.

And he was fucking head-over-heels in love with you.

You were exactly the reason he got up in the morning every day; why he tried his best every single day to better himself for you.

Whenever something would go wrong or some shit got stolen from the lab (it happened pretty often, actually), he knew that he couldn't rely on anyone else but you to save the day. Your ideas were absolutely brilliant, and even if you thought that they were silly, you still put your whole heart into them. And honestly? It was so damn endearing.

No matter what kind of a bad day he was having, he knew that a simple smile from you would make everything feel okay again. The first thing he saw every single morning was your beautiful face. Those bright e/c eyes and luscious lips. That long h/c hair and those perfectly chiseled cheekbones. How the fuck did he get so lucky to find someone like you to be his assistant?

When he thought about all the women he'd slept with, he realized that none of them could ever compare to you. They were all just pointless filler until he found you. He just had to find a way to make you see what you had, and what was waiting for you. Eijiro couldn't stand to see you in pain. If there was any way he could fix it, he'd be the one to find it. After all, what kind of boss lets their employees suffer?

[viscountessevie]

Former anon back again with Lorraine Heath recs okay so I am a chaotic little gremlin who doesn't read anything in order so I'll give you my favorite of her books and then if you're not chaotic like me my favorite series!

Waking up with the duke is a massive angst fest and I adore it! The Earl takes All aka the gorilla twins book is one of the wildest plots I've read in hr and it's gorg and also again angst fest literally made me cry. The Duchess Hunt is by far my favorite boss/employee hr it's the gold standard that all other boss books fail to live up to (do check triggers on this one tho!). And then my favorite series is the scoundrels of st James which is an older series of hers but I adore it esp the first two books. Very much Oliver Twist inspired which is hilarious. Also you're so valid for the Elizabeth Hoyt trigger stuff especially in the second half of the series some of the earlier books might work for you the (lol) Georgian Batman books are a lot less dark than the later ones iirc!

Can I just say I LOVED waking up to this message - especially the first part! While I am a choatic gremlin in life, I usually like reading in order. However, lately with HR I've been skipping around if I don't like some of the books in a series, especially if they are standalones without an overarching plot. Though through the Hellions series I have found myself loving books they tie themselves together.

All this to say, I'm not picky and bring on the chaos! Also all the titles you recced, I found it funny that on your previous ask, Caro (mermaidsirennikita) recced the same ones - yall have really similar tastes we love to see it! She, Triv and Z are my HR book influencers as I say below and I love them for it XD

Definitely adding these titles to my TBR and will live blog them when I start reading them! 

As for The Duchess Hunt, I am usually not a fan of the Boss/Employee trope - it’s gotta be done right for me and not be a shady HR violation lmao but I liked how Sara Cate dealt with it in Praise and this book sounds really compelling! Funny story, I’ve actually seen reactions and commentary by Trivia and Z in our group chats and I was really interested in it. So definitely going high on my list.  I’ve also heard of The Scoundrels of St. James and am into it but also so many books ahahha so we’ll see when I will get to them. I really need to start sifting through my TBR to see what I want to read next after Wanna Bet.

As for Hoyt, usually I am getting better with my triggers but also I am in a life slump so I am being more mindful of them than usual. Definitely interested in checking out the title Caro dropped - The Bodyguard with Whitney Houston changed my life and we love good disability rep so I am definitely down for that! The Georgian Batman books you mentioned also seem cool. Ngl I feel like this rn and I LOVE IT: 

Thanks again for sending this in anon! Always feel free to gush about these books in my ask box - I love hearing about them even if I’ll get to them a while later lol

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*running in circles while banging pots and pans* ERYN LORE ERYN LORE COMING SOON ERYN LO-

[Source: so i did some off camera grinding... (dream smp), from around 11:00 to 15:30]

[Transcript:

I think I've spent a totally normal and respectable time on Minec— and, okay guys, now, I've also been building a huge build on a creative world. Which may or may not lead to a big build being build here [on the Dream SMP].

So, that’s exciting, so, I'm not gonna show you it cause it's in— actually, wait I actually can give you a sneak peek. I can log on, I can log on for a second and show you what I've been building, you'll only get to see the inside. But, um, let me show you, um, it's— it's— look, it's going pretty good, let me log on, let me connect to the realm, um.

[Reading from chat] You can build? Um, well, I dabble, I dabble guys. Um…

[Reading from chat] Add me to the realm. I mean I might, I might.

[Increasingly impatient] Connect- why is it not letting me connect, let me in, let me in.

Okay, look guys, all I'm saying is I did a bit— I did a bit of build practice and… y'know, I started building some stuff, I've started building some stuff and I mean, look, look it's in progress, it's in progress, and I've calculated that if I do that, and then get the amount— the correct amount of blocks, that I'll be able to build that, so…

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[Cut-off] —announcement, I do have some very awesome lore coming soon, and look, I've joked about lore, but this time I'm serious, I'm serious this time, it's coming soon. Like, within the next two weeks, and its cina— guys, it's cinematic. Um, yeah, it's not very long, but its pretty damn good, so… yeah, I mean…

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HAPPY FOUR YEARS OF RISE!!!!

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[words-4u]

oscars 2022 - t.c

pairing: timothée chalamet x actress!reader

wc: 1.2k

warning: swearing

a/n: sunday night's oscars was crazyyyy. timothée coming topless... yeah that was everything i ever needed. this is just a little thing that has been being in my head since then, enjoy!

[not my gif!!]

"y/n/n? you ready?" timothée called out as he entered your very messy hotel room. you were getting prepped and ready for the 94th academy awards today and you couldn't be more excited.

it came as such a shock to you when you got your invite to the oscars because you were only in a handful of stuff. you had only recently come on to the scene as an actor and had met timothée in the chemistry read for 'bones & all'. however, your first feature film was with taylor russell in escape room: tournament of champions and both of you were so happy to work together again.

"yeah, come in," you said as you stuck in your diamond earrings.

"fuuuck..."

you turned around to timothée shirtless in a sparkly louis vuitton blazer and a silver necklace going down his chest. "holy shit," you swore back.

timothée had to stand back with a hand covering his mouth as he drank you in. unbeknownst to you, your stylist had chosen a dress that complemented timothée's ensemble. they stuck you in a floor-length black sparkly dress. it had a pretty high thigh slit and a diagonal chest cutout that wrapped around your neck.

you have never felt more pretty than in that moment, seeing the effect that you had on timothée. poor guy couldn't even compose a proper sentence together.

"i don't ev-i mean you're so...wow," he stuttered. this time he approached you and took ahold of your hands. you laughed and spun for him.

"i can't believe you're going topless. that's kinda sexy," you lightly stroked his chest with a finger. you were gonna drag it further before you were interrupted by your agent. it was go time.

"to be continued?" he smirked.

"absolutely."

the carpet went smoothly. this wasn't the first time you and timothée walked a red carpet together but it was your first oscars carpet.

the photographers were eating you two up but there were many times when some of them yelled at you to step aside to get solo pics of timothée which only made him pull you closer to his body. it wasn't until you were further down the carpet that yall separated for all of 20 seconds until his arm found your waist.

entering the building was such as surreal moment. you had always dreamed of getting glammed up and going to this event and here you were now with your favourite person by your side standing in a roomful of legends.

"y/n, you look stunning!" a voice came from behind you.

your mouth dropped as halle bailey approached. "you know who i am?!"

"girl of course, i do! you look amazing," she opened her arms and you gladly went in for that hug.

"that is all you, babe. i mean this colour on you... incredible." you said about her aqua dress.

"i don't know if you've met but halle, timothée," you introduced the two watching as they exchanged pleasantries.

"i have to be seated but we should definitely grab lunch one of these days,"

"omg i'd love that!" you replied. "i got you on ig, i'll dm you."

she hugged you again before flitting off to her seat.

"halle bailey wants to hang out with me, no big deal," you dusted your shoulders.

"oh this is gonna be a long night," he humorously rolled his eyes as he walked you to your table.

this year's hosts were regina hall, wanda sykes and amy shumer and they were doing pretty well but what took you by surprise was regina's bit in the middle of the show. she started off by saying there were missing covid tests from certain people and those people had to redo their tests backstage. she called up bradley cooper, simu liu, tyler perry and the one and only timothée chalamet. with this lineup of men, it was clear to everyone what the nature of this joke would be.

"y/n sweetie, you don't mind if i steal him do you?" regina asked. you laughed and shook your head giving timothée the okay to let go of your hand and go up. "i promise i'll return him... maybe not." she muttered that last part earning another laugh from the crowd.

regina hall continued with her bit once all men, including your man, were on stage. "i don't want any of you to worry, it's gonna be a typical quick covid test. you'll come backstage, take your masks off if you have one, and your clothes and then i'm gonna swab–no it's simple, i'm gonna swab the back of your mouth with my tongue and we're just gonna do some other freaky stuff which i will record for academy protocol really this isn't up to me. you know the truth is we're still in a pandemic..."

you couldn't help but giggle as timothée walked back with the most confused and astonished face. "i have no idea what just happened..." timothée whispered, taking his seat as jason mamoa and josh brolin took the stage.

"oh it's very clear what happened and to be quite honest i am kinda jealous THE regina hall wanted you and not me," you exclaimed.

timothée chuckled at that confession. "well, when i'm doing my covid test back there, i'll tell her all about you."

"that would be greatly appreciated,"

the rest of the night was eventful, to say the least with the whole will smith/chris rock smackdown but the best part of the ceremony for you was when jesscia chastain, your favourite actor and the person you look up to the most in the industry, finally won her academy award. you'd think you were in the movie yourself, the way you cheered and clapped for jessica as she got on stage.

since dune went away with 6 oscars you and timothée were in the mood to celebrate, so it was a quick outfit change and then you were off to the iconic vanity fair after-party.

after being in a dress for 5 plus hours you chose to spend the rest of of the night in a pantsuit attire while timothée chose an all-black leather and denim combo two-piece.

the second you stepped foot in the room, zendaya had grabbed both your hands and dragged you to where she was with hunter schafer and her boyfriend dominic fike.

as timothée and dominic were getting acquainted, hunter had wrapped you in a hug. "y/n, it's so nice to finally meet you! z has gushed about you for so long."

"gushed you say?" as you turn to the woman in question.

"it's deserved, y/n/n. you are a rising star and i can't wait to see you kill in 'bones & all'."

you felt cheeks grow arm at zendaya's praise. "coming from you, it means the world."

after that moment, you, hunter and zendaya slipped into a discussion about the night's events but also audition horror stories. hunter's story was just starting to get interesting but someone decided to interrupt.

"mind if i steal my girl?" timothée asked kindly, appearing next to you in the minicircle you formed with the girls.

xo by beyonce started playing as you two approached the dancefloor. "god, i love this song."

"and i love you," his piercing eyes searched yours as you slowed danced to the chorus.

"oh timmy... i love you too,"

"no seriously, thank you for being here with me tonight. the oscars is always this elite a-list event and having you here... like i wouldn't want to share it with anyone else. you ground me."

there was so much you wanted to say back but couldn't find the words to so you showed him instead. grabbing his neck, you pulled him down to your lips and kissed him softly.

"this night was perfect. you are perfect," you said barely above a whisper.

[suicidalslasher]

𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗲𝘆𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝗻 𝗺𝗲 - 𝗴𝗵𝗼𝘀𝘁𝗳𝗮𝗰𝗲.

A/N: This is basically the same concept as 'Final Girl' but not quite.... It's practically the same concept but..... yeah, you'll see, lol. This is the first part of two bits. Enjoy it, regardless. Leave requests if you got any as well ;)

(The next one will be smuttier, promise. I just wanted to give yall something new to read since Halloween is sadly ending and I haven't posted anything yet!)

Warnings // tags: Female reader, she/her pronouns are used.

This story contains NSFW elements such as forced sexual favors, kidnapping, Dub-Con/Borderline Non-Con, dirty talk, etc, etc. If I left anything out, I'll go through it and make sure it's tagged! xxx

ps: This is my first story written in second person. I wanted to try something new and see which POV I prefer out of the bunch. If you prefer second rather than first or third, let me know!

One moment, you're enjoying a drink with your friends at the local bar, downing yourself in different flavored drinks ('Oh, you're such a girly girl with your fruity drinks... You should try something stronger, more manlier!' taunted your friend, Annabelle.

Your other friend rolled her eyes before giving you a gentle smile, a comforting touch on the shoulder. 'Don't listen to her,' she had said. 'Enjoy yourself and your drinks, even if they are really girly.'

They both giggled before grabbing their nearly half empty glasses of alcohol and clinked all three cups together, yelling, 'To us and to a brand new, hopefully safer, new year!') and the next, you're having a bag thrown over your head and you are being pushed into the back of a car.

You see nothing but you hear low hushed chuckles and inaudible murmurs all around you.

Quite frankly, you could have known what they were saying if your friend, Regan, hadn't made you feel like a fool for your drink choices and therefore, you two had a drinking competition in seeing who could handle the most shots.

(It was you, crowned as the winner.)

(Regan only had a few before her stomach couldn't handle it and she had to rush to the bathroom, most likely puking her guts up in the toilet.)

So, there you were, drunk out of your mind, scared out of your wits, being held captive in a van of strangers.

Regan, Annabelle and the rest of the girls said it'd be a night to remember but you didn't think they meant for it to be like this.

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"What should we do first?" asked a deep voice, one that sounded strangely familiar but you couldn't put your finger on who it belonged to.

Faint giggling was next to follow and you furrowed your eyebrows together, trying to piece the puzzle together, trying to figure out who all was in the room with you.

Even the quiet laughter sounded recognizable.

"I'm not sure," answered another male.

"She's so cute, though, isn't she, boys?" You couldn't see any of them but you expected they were nodding in agreement. Or, perhaps, they were shaking their heads, disagreeing.

Who knows?

It was as if one of the unknown males had read your thoughts because you heard someone snickering and then, just like that, you're feeling a light brush of fingertips running up and down your dress before the hand grips your thigh, nails digging into your skin.

"Oh, darling, you're so beautiful and you don't even know it." He purred, causing shivers to erupt all throughout your entire body.

The touch alone made it feel as if your skin had exploded into flames, your body growing with heat as he continued to run his thumb across your skin in circular motions.

It was awful, because you knew better. You shouldn't like it. Another part of you, however, did and that thought itself was so sick, so twisted and haunting, you felt disgusted with yourself for even getting wet at the feeling of a stranger's touch amongst your skin.

Yet, it had been so long... so fucking long since someone had given you the slightest bit of affection, showered you with praise and complimented you until warmth spread across your cheeks and all you could do was bite back a smile.

"You’re so pretty, even like this, tied up, scared, a mess….” another voice came, this time from your left rather than the right. "Please,"

"Oh! She speaks! Thought a cat had her tongue for the longest time,"

"Thought she was a mute," another snickered.

"Shut up. Both of you."

"What should we do first?" the one from earlier repeated.

“Me, personally? I want to break her.... Oh, I want to break her so bad, ruin what little left of her innocence she has left... and oh, how I’m going to break her…”

"Guess you can go first since your cock looks as if it's about to break through your zippers, anyhow. Go ahead, we'll sit back and watch the show."

"God, thank you." Your breath hitches when you feel your legs being spread apart and you feel calloused fingers running themselves up your legs until they curl around the hem of your underwear, tugging them down to your ankles.

Before you can even get a word out, scream out, 'no' and or, 'stop' it's too late as the warmth of the man's mouth is already pressed up against your cunt and you squeal with surprise.

"Fucking hell.... she's so adorable," one male cooed. You try and squirm, try and wiggle out of the man's firm grip but you can't. Can't move at all.

Realization hits and you remember they had said you were cute tied up.... you were tied up.

You ARE tied up.

Fuck.

And here you are, with a man you don't even know / maybe know and his tongue is being buried between your thighs, his tongue running up and down your cunt.

"Please... Please, stop." Your voice is barely above a whisper. Your words betray you, as well, given the fact it came out so breathless, so whiny.

It didn't sound as if you wanted whoever it was to stop. They made sure they knew that, too.

Laughter floods your ears and echoes against the empty walls of wherever you are.

"You're telling me you don’t like it, but your body is telling me something entirely different, baby." The man beneath you says.

"We can see how wet that pretty pussy is and we're a few feet away from you!" Laughter again spikes in the room and you feel shame hitting you in the face.

You lower your head in embarrassment but you soon throw your head back, stunned, as fingers slip between your folds.

"Oh.... oh my God," You whimper, eyes nearly rolling in the back of your head.

"That's it, that's a good girl." The man says and you can practically hear the smile in his voice before he's placing his face back between your legs, his tongue ever so softly brushing itself against your nub, licking at it until it hardens in his mouth.

You weren't a virgin, you've slept with a handful of people. Even had your own girl on girl experiences, too.

(Believe it or not, those were shared with Tatum Riley and Sidney Prescott back in high school.)

Alas, even then so, nothing – nobody – had gotten you this aroused before. You were wet, leaking all your juices inside this unknown man's mouth.

You didn't know what was coming next and again, that thought should terrify you yet it made your pussy throb, the arousement you were growing largened, the juices flooding past your thighs and into the man's mouth. You were completely soaked, completely dripping with wetness.

"You're so fucking wet," the man beneath you moaned as he thrusted his fingers back and forth in your cunt.

Quiet moans slip out of your mouth as you groaned, nodding your head eagerly.

"All for you and whoever else in this room."

"Oh? You OUR slut then, hm?"

"Say it," another male demanded. You go to open your mouth but the bag on your head is ripped off and instead of being met with the men, you're met with the ceiling due to a rough grip given by one of the stranger's.

He has your hair in the palm of his hand and forces you to look up above. "Say it." He growled.

"Say you're our slut and we can do whatever we want, whatever we wish to do with those holes of yours." He spat.

"I-I'm your slut. All my holes are yours to fuck, to explore, to abuse. I'm your toy, your slut, your whore, I'm all yours, please.... I-I need it. Need to be fucked like I'm nothing. Use me for your own filthy, sexual fantasies."

"Well? Is that good enough? Think she's ready to see who we are?"

"I don't know...." The grip on your hair gets tighter and you squeal, clenching your eyes together tightly, unsure if it's out of pain or pleasure.

"Are you ready to come face to face with us, you pathetic bitch?"

"Y-Yes. I'm ready to see who all I belong to." Your voice is weak but you try your hardest not to stammer, to somewhat still look as if you're in control of yourself.

Soon enough, you guessed, that'd go away soon.

Because from that moment on, your body didn't belong to you and you were no longer going to be in control of yourself.

No, instead, four men now owned you.

And YOU were now THEIR'S.

The hand falls back, as does your head. You blink a few times, adjusting to the bright light that surrounds you.

Blinking once, twice, a third time, you're able to get your sight sorted and you glance up, coming face to face with nobody other than Billy Loomis, Stu Macher, Mickey Altieri, and Roman Bridger.

Everyone knew who these men were. Whether you lived in Woodsboro or outside of Woodsboro, everybody knew who these men were and what all they had in common.

They were serial killers.

The famous Ghostface ones, to be exact.

And now?

Now you're their new play toy.

"Surprise," They all said in unison, all wearing the same sinister grins on their faces as they spoke.

Usually, you were good at seeing twists in movies or books but this...

This was an unexpected twist you didn't see coming.

[varietaltiger23]

Part two

I apologize for the wait but here yall go. This is still me praising their dicks and cum cause they deserve it. Plus we got some special guests that I made sure not to mention in part one, these are some personal favorites.

This talks/contains : gang bang, nipple sucking, fingering, getting fucked while sucking dick, I am mostly talking about their dick and cum, worshipping dicks and cum, public sex cause you are on a bus getting fucked, name calling, mention of punishment that had you tied and fucked by toys, and choking.

This is just filthy filthy smut

Part 1

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"Look at the grateful bitch we have, remembering their manners." Mikey said as he watched you take him completely in your throat with one gulp.

Mikey's dick was both an equal amount of long but thick. He only fucked you dumb when it's a holiday, birthday, or you were so terrible that mikey was the only person capable of teaching you respect again. Mikey perfered to have his dick sucked so he could watch as the bugle in your throat would appear then disappear.

"I'll go easy on them since they are so good for this morning and haven't pitched one fit." Smiley teased while he slowly pushed in. Smiley wasn't that long but he always made up for it in thickness. He always made you feel as if you ate more than your fill when he cums but likes to have half of his cum inside you the the rest either on your stomach or back depending on which way your taken and where you are.

Your so happy that your on the way to school cause it means you get all their cum inside. And every step you'll take will just have the cum slushing around inside of you. Might as well call yourself their personal kindergarten. You can't help but imagine how they'll handle you tonight.

Maybe they be standing above you with their dicks out jerking theirselves off to the thought of how their cum will look after someone probably takemichi takes the plug out and they just see masses of their cum pour out. Maybe they'll cum all over you or they'll fuck their old cum in while putting in some new cum too.

The thought made you meet smiley's thrusts while bobbing your head quicker on mikey's dick.

"Look at that, they must be thinking about how they're gonna be stuffed full of cum. How cute♡." Hanma said while leaning over kisaki to watch you fuck yourself on two dicks.

"They're a little whore, don't give them too much praise or they'll get cocky, hanma." Chifuyu chided back while him and takemichi were going through your backpack looking for any spare money you have.

Praise and humiliation were always at a constant tug of war since some boys still haven't forgotten that stunt you pulled of flirting with another gang while others have since you had long since gotten your punishment.

Tied up all pretty and straped on a table while having a fucking machine going and vibrators all over your body. The prettiest sight to see when they walked into takemichi's home.

At the mere thought of your punishment had mikey holding your head down while he closed your nose to make sure to swallowed all of it.

While smiley kept thrusting into you while his cum poured into your greedy hole that was sucking it up like your life depended on it.

"Fuck yall just had to make us think of their punishment, didn't you greedy fuckers. Anyway it onto the third stop already so yall better hurry and fill the slot before they start whining." Smiley said as he pulled out and let draken take his place while mistuya replaced mikey.

Maybe you didn't get to suck takemichi off but you did get mitsuya who was also someone gifted with cum on the thicker side unlike mikey who was on the runny-er side of cum. And draken was the second largest which ment you'd feel stretched like a rubber band.

"I wish the fourth stop was closer, then it would be me and sanzu taking our time on them." Akkun called while he and sanzu were playing a small game of tic tac toe.

"Don't worry you'll get your chance after I stretch this bitch out again." Draken said as he made you lose momentum sucking mitsuya off.

Mistuya in return put his hand around your neck to help keep you mouth going since apparently a whore couldn't do their job right cause of some dick. Honestly he expected better but he forgot just how much of a brainless slut you were but that's ok cause mitsuya loved chocking you. It felt so good to feel your neck bugle from his dick and to add extra pressure on it.

Plus choking made you squeeze tighter on draken who in thanks would go faster while almost never leaving your hole. You were such a good whore for the twin dragons. You were their favorite person that they ever fucked. You were so reactive to their touch.

"Such a good little dear for us, you sure do love your twin dragons don't you sweetheart ?" Mitsuya asked while his thumb stroked your neck. Mitsuya always has a certain soft spot for you even if he acted rough.

"We'll give you a nice treat, after all you are so good." Mitsuya tapped draken to let him know to finish up. The next stop was coming up fast. Akkun and sanzu were getting ready to jump outta the seat and have their turn with you. Why did you have to be so irresistible, you were a drug that everyone got hooked on with one hit.

Yu were always so tight, so warm, and welcoming to their dicks, fingers, and even tongues. Even outside of sex, you attracted them in with the way you presented yourself, the way you talked, and the way you dealt with problems. You were everything they needed and more.

Those thoughts were what sent draken and mitsuya off the edge. Draken made sure to fill you just the way you liked it but mitsuya decided that it was best to make you swallow half of his cum but pulled out to rub the last bit on your lips. After all your lips could get chapped and he didn't want that for you.

"Alright now it's our time to shine, c'mon sanzu." Akkun called with a grin as he replaced where mitsuya was sitting and sanzu took draken place.

"Did you miss me as much as I missed you dear. I hope you did or else I should make you do all the work yourself." Sanzu Whispered to you as he teased you hole by rubbing and slapping his dick.

"Shit you got them crying already, are you sure your not the favorite." Akkun said as he softly lowered your head.

Akkun was always gentle, he wanted you to feel just as much as he did. He saw sex as a bonding time even if you wanted him to drill you onto his dick. He wouldn't cause you were too precious to him. His only one as he would call you during private sessions. His dick was thicker at the base and slimmed a bit as it went on.

He always worried of hurting you

Sweet sweet akkun. Always worried about you and your needs.

On the other hand sanzu could give less of a damn. He fuckes you so ruthlessly, whether you are crying or bleeding from how hard he fucks you. It doesn't matter to he after all he enjoys licking and kissing your pretty tears away.

They were always put together so they could be called sweet and sour. You had one that treated you like royalty while the other treated you like a hole to use and throw away. It was always so fun with the two.

After all akkun would stroke your face while sanzu would have to crying out for him to slow down or to give you a little bit of a break. It was always a site to see after all no one could give as ruthless thrusts like sanzu while his dick was abit average in all rights. He used it like it wasn't.

"Trust me from the way they'll beg for me to slow down, you'd think I wasn't. But we all know the true favorite is hakkai and takemichi." Sanzu as started speeding up. The sound of skin hitting skin getting louder by the minute.

I am so sorry. I didn't have any wifi at home and I had test to do but I can give you this. So sadly this will be 3 parts but I'm pulling all nighter to get this out since I don't have any home work to do. I apologize to anyone who was searching for part two so here it is and I hope yall like the suprise guests

[drewstcrkey]

Bonnie and Clyde : Rafe Cameron

Part Two

Request : I’d love if you could write an imagine where the reader is best friends with the kooks and dating rafe and the reader is just as cold and heartless as the boys. Like them, she also hates the pogues and only cares about herself and her boyfriend/best friends. Pairing : Rafe x Kook Reader Word Count : 3k Warning : swearing, mild fluff, mention of underage drinking, fighting/jumping , unedited Authors Note : okay so i got this request last night and i couldn't not do it? It kind of took a life of it's own and i just hope yall like it xx

Sundays always manifested themselves in you and your friends heading over to the country club. Your hand interlocked with your boyfriend's. The four of you gloating about how absolutely fucked up you were going to get on the outside bar. It was almost too easy to get drinks at the country club, after all, all your families were paying member. What were they going to tell you? No? Not a chance. Today was a little different though, Topper was bugging you all about getting out to the golf course early. After unrelenting pestering for half an hour Rafe and Kelce finally gave in.

"I think i'm going to stay and finish up my drink," you inform them, bringing the glass to your lips, with a small smile. Your gaze falling on Rafe as if to silently ask him to stay with you.

"Yeah, we'll meet you guys out on the course in a few," Rafe backs you up, returning back to the seat beside you.

"Whatever love birds," Topper waves the two off you off just before shooting a playful smirk towards the two of you before him and Kelce set off.

"What's wrong?" Rafe turns his full attention to you, letting his arm rest behind your frame.

"Oh my god, nothing, i just wanted some time with you," you shake your head, unconsciously taking in the perfect features of your boyfriend. "Don't get me wrong, i love Top and Kelce but-" before you can get another word out you feel his cloud like lips collide with yours. His hand tugging on your thigh to pull you as close to him as publicly acceptable.

"Rafe, we're in public," you giggle pulling away from the kiss that only intensified with every second that passed.

"When has that ever stopped me," he grins, his thumb pressing against the skin on your inner thigh. He knew what he was doing, the look on his face said it all. Now that you pointed it out, he wanted nothing more than to get you all hot and bothered in public. You almost immediately take his hand away from your leg, intertwining your fingers with his in the perfect sequence.

"So, um... my parents want you to come over tonight?" You bring up, looking up at him with a pleading look. You knew he had arrangements to meet up with Barry after you all left the country club but it was no secret you, never really liked whatever the two of them had going on.

"Your parents want me to or you do?" He interrogated, a look of suspicion entwined on his features. He knew you didn't like his, well, recreational activities but that never really stopped Rafe from getting his fix.

"We all do," you insist, fixing your position so that now your legs were draped over his. "Please, you haven't been to a family dinner in weeks. My dad misses you," you give him a enticing look. Rafe and your father hit it off the second you introduced them, long before the two of you got together you dad was pushing you to give Rafe a chance. In your fathers eyes, a guy like Rafe was the only kind who was good enough for his perfect little girl.

"I'll come, " he concedes, bringing his drink to his lips. "I just have to take care of something before i show up."

"Don't do anything stupid before you come, Rafe," the look in your eyes said what your words couldn't quite get out.

"When do i ever do anything stupid?" He laughed, holding his hand over his heart as if your accusation hurt his feelings.

"You're right, you're perfect Rafe Cameron," rolling your eyes playfully as you finish up your glass of mixed liquor.

"And don't you ever forget it, Y/N Y/L/N," he smirks, patting at your leg as if to say he were ready to get up now.

The two of you now making your way down to the golf course, when Rafe's grip on your waist tightens a bit and a scoff slips from his mouth. It's not long before you notice what forced the change in his demeanor. Two pogues, you couldn't quite remember either of their names but your recognized them as friends of Sarah and Kiara.

"Just walk, don't look at them," you hear one of them whisper to his friend and almost brings a smile to your face.

"How do you walk past two kooks and not look at them in all their fucking glory," the sarcasm seeping from the blonde boys lips. Purposely making his voice loud enough for you and Rafe to hear. "When you get bored of this polo wearing ass hat..." his words directed toward you as his holds his hand up to his ear with the phone gesture, "call me," he mouths. His friend immediately pulling his further in the opposite direction before Rafe could so much as even think to put his hands on him.

"Don't," you place your hand on Rafe's chest, as he noticeably gets angry, he just glances down at you in confusion. "His time will come," you reassure your boyfriend, your smile almost as menacing as the one now on Rafe's face. He simply nodded along to your words, letting his grip on your waist finally lighten up a bit.

You were growing bored of the boys perfecting their swings for what felt like hours upon hours and were looking for any excuse to retreat back to the bar. "Uh, the caddie hasn't come around in a while... you guys want anything?" you ask, backing away toward the pathway already. "Nah, i'm good," Kelce replies, Topper and Rafe agreeing all too focused on the task at hand. You just shake your head and start toward the bar.

Your walk was pretty peaceful, but of course that couldn't last for long. As you watch the two pogues from earlier walking in your direction. Empty crates in their hands, you notice the blonde tapping the arm of his friend.

"Already bored of the boyfriend of yours i see?" the blonde calls out to you. Your first instinct is to shew him away and get to your destination, but then what he said earlier rings in your ears. Then what your dad said after his law firm was vandalized runs through your head.

These fucking pogues think they can get away with anything.

"Yeah, he's a snooze, honestly," you play along. The two boys eyes both shoot open, surprised you actually gave the comment the time of day.

"Yeah, the fuck he is," the blonde chuckles, "JJ," he introduces himself, nudging his friend to do the same.

"Pope," he nearly coughs up.

"Nice to meet you guys," you put on a forced smile, "Y/N."

"What're you doing tomorrow?" Your words directed entirely to JJ.

He holds his hand up to his chest, to gesture 'me?' , with a sly grin. You simply just nod waiting for his reply.

"Whatever you're doing," he gives you a once over and you almost want to smack the smirk off his face, but your hold your composure.

"Come over around 8? My parents wont be around," you offer. He immediately accepts and before you part ways you exchange numbers.

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"So i say we go have a bonfire tonight?" John B announces, arm wrapped around Sarah's shoulder.

"I'm gonna have to pass tonight," JJ says rubbing the back of his neck in an uncomfortable motion.

Everyone's faces drop in shock at the idea of JJ passing on a party. Everyone but Pope's, of course as he knew exactly why JJ was bailing.

"JJ Maybank doesn't want to party? Has hell frozen over?" Kiara laughs, a look of feigned worry crossing her face.

"He's got a hot date," Pope blurts out, winning a punch to his arm from JJ.

"It's not a date," he shakes his head.

"With who?" Kiara's brows furrowing.

"Y/N," Pope blurts out once again.

John B gives a confused look but Kiara and Sarah's expressions go dead.

"No, your not hanging out with Y/N, tell me he's joking," Sarah begs. Her body language turning anxious. After all she was once best friends with Y/N, she knews exactly how you work and more importantly how much you hate pogues.

JJ just looks at her with a shrug. "What's the worst that can happen?" He asks.

"What's the worst that can happen?" Sarah mocks, "JJ, she's a terrible person, trust me i know." Kiara nods in agreement to Sarah's words.

"She's dating Rafe, i mean you can't mistake her for a decent person," Kiara interjects, mouthing 'sorry' to Sarah.

"Well she seemed over Mr. Boy Scout yesterday, " JJ shrugs, clearly getting annoyed by his friends comments.

"Yesterday? Rafe spent the night at her house last night," Sarah laughed in disbelief. JJ and Pope both shared a look of confusion but JJ immediately pushed the worry away.

"I don't wanna hear it," he groaned, getting up and picking up his shit. "I gotta go get ready," he huffed, making his escape before anyone could stop him.

Sarah knew something was off. "Get the twinkie, were going to Figure 8," Sarah voiced.

"Why?" Pope and John B both asked simultaneously.

"She's in love with my brother, i don't know why, but she is...there is no way she'd have another guy over, let alone a pogue," Sarah insisted, "no offence," she shrugged.

"I agree, we have to make sure, JJ leaves there in one piece." Kiara said as she stood to her feet ready to go on whatever stake out Sarah had in mind.

"Okay, woah, one piece? I mean how bad can she really be?" John B finally interjects. Both Sarah and Kiara give him a look that lets him know with out them speaking that Y/N is just as bad as the rest of the kooks.

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Your hands run through your hair as you pull out your moms bottle of wine, pouring yourself a glass. When you phone lights up with a text from none other than JJ.

I'm outside...i think.

"It's time," you mumble to yourself, shoving your phone in your pocket as you make your way toward the front door. Revealing JJ as you swing the door open, a forced smile present on your face.

"Hey," you push the door open a little more to allow him in. His eyes wandering around the grand mansion he'd just stepped inside. "Damn, this is a lot better than the chateau."

"The chateau?" you giggle with your brows raised slightly.

"Uh yeah, it's just me and my friends hangout spot," he shrugged. You just nod, not really interested in what he has to say.

"Want anything to drink?" you ask, leading him toward the kitchen. Opening the door to your dad liquor cabinet. "My dad's kind of a connoisseur, if you will," you explain simply, a small shrug rolling off your shoulders.

"Hell yeah," JJ smiles, as you hand him an empty glass.

"Make whatever you'd like," you offer, making your way toward the living room, your eyes glance down the hallway for longer than they should have. You give a small nod, then return back to the task at hand.

"I'll be in here, do you like scary movies?" you call out, flicking on the tv.

"Like them? I fucking love them," he says making his way over to you on the couch. Plopping down right beside you.

"Perfect," you smile back at him, putting on Nightmare on Elm Street. The two of you chat here and there but mostly focus on the happening in the movie. At some point JJ reaches his arm around your shoulder, making you nearly wince and pull yourself away from him but once again your remind yourself to hold your composure.

Your phone lights up. It's a text from Rafe.

Alright, he's getting a little too comfortable.

Before you can even type up a response, you hear someone come from behind the couch, sucking at his teeth, making JJ shift up on the couch. The same menacing smile from yesterday comes to your face as you revert to the other side of the couch, leaving a good amount of space between you and JJ. "What the fuck?" he whispers to you.

"You really fucking thought my girl would want anything to do with your ass?" Rafe spat, now pacing in front of the tv.

JJ gets up, ready to make a break for the door, but Topper comes from the other side and immediately pushes him back down on the couch. Kelce surfaces on the other side of the couch, tossing a golf club over to Rafe.

"Yo, guys, my bad," JJ holds his hands up in fear of the inevitable.

"Come here, baby girl," Rafe holds his free hand out for you. Naturally, you listen and make your way over to your boyfriend, snaking your arm around him. He places a kiss on your lips before looking at you, "you sure you wanna see this?" he asks you, shooting a evil grin toward JJ, who is sat down shaking his head in disbelief.

"Mhm," you hum, taking a couple steps back as if to tell the three boys to go ahead. In a blink of an eye Topper and Kelce are gripping at both ends of JJ's shirt and picking him up from the couch, his feet not even fully on the floor when Rafe gets his first shot in, straight to JJ's face.

"That's for touching my girl," he smirks.

Another blow to the other side of JJ's face, "and that's for yesturday," he chuckles, enjoying every moment of this interaction.

JJ's lazy head rolls toward you, your eyes both finally connecting, the look in his eyes begging you to get them to stop as blood starts running from his nose.

"Actually... baby? You said my swing wasn't too good yesterday didn't you?" he chuckles, his finger waving in your direction. Your eyes dart between Rafe and JJ, who is now viciously shaking his head 'no'.

"Yeah... it needs a little bit of work," you giggle, with a slight shrug.

"Okay, okay, hold him still, " Rafe tells the two boys holding up JJ. "I gotta get this just right," he focuses on his swing motion before the club makes contact with JJ's ribs. In the same motion, the two boys drop him to the floor and start throwing punches at JJ.

"Please just don't get blood on my mom's rug, she'll kill me," you say lazily making your way out of the living room and onto the front porch to get some air. Your eyes land on a bit of an eye sore, parked in front of your house. Your brows furrow and you decide to scope it out.

Making your way down the winding driveway, the people inside the beat up van start to become a little more recognizable. The passenger side window rolls down, revealing Sarah. She looks at you with worry etched onto her features.

"Where is JJ?" she asks.

"Oh your little pogue friend? He's inside..." you inform her, glancing back at your house then back towards the van.

"Then why are you out here?" Pope shouts from the back, peeking his head up front to get a look at you.

"Well, the boys wanted some time alone," you shrug, as if there were just some simply conversation happening behind the walls of your house.

"The boys?" Pope questions.

"I told you guys, she was setting up, JJ," Sarah huffed, glaring at you. Wondering how on earth she ever considered you a friend.

"Woah, Sarah, a set up? What do you take me as?" You laugh at the accusation.

"A fucking psycho," she shouts, now they're all hopping out of the van.

"You're just as bad as Rafe," Pope sighs, now pacing trying to think of a way to help JJ.

"We are not the bad guys here," you shake your head. "You pogues don't belong over here, maybe this will teach you your lesson," you shrug.

"Give us JJ," Kiara ignores whatever came out of your mouth, pushing her way towards you.

"Trust me, i don't wanna keep hi-" your train of thought is interrupted by the sound of your front door opening. Emerging from the door is a battered JJ, getting pushed onto the porch by Rafe.

"JJ!" Kiara screams, running over to the boy who can't even get himself up on his feet.

"He has a fucking club in his hands, are you serious?" Sarah shouts in your face.

"Calm the hell down," you put your hand up to keep some distance between the two of you. "He's alive."

"You're fucking sick," John B scoffs pushing past you and over toward JJ to help Kiara get him back to the van. You just shrug, looking back at Rafe with matching smiles on the two of your faces.

Once everyone made their way off your property, you turn to Rafe who is already closing your front door behind the two of you.

"You are an evil mastermind," he chuckles, picking you up in his arms. Your legs simultaneously wrapping around his waist as you place a kiss on his lips.

"I get it from the best," you giggle, placing your head in the nook of his neck. "Can we go to bed now?" You whisper, your hand finding it's usual place in his tousled hair. He gives you a nod, before making the way to your bedroom, still holding you up in his arms.

"I just need to uh... wash my hands off," he said as he set you down on the bed.

"Okay," you mumble, watching as he swiftly made his way over to your bathroom connected to your room. The faucet starts going, and you get up, not wanting your boyfriend out of your sight. You make your way over to the bathroom, wrapping your arms around him as you rest your head on his back.

"I love you," you whisper.

"I love you too, baby girl."

[imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl]

I Need You

A/N: This was found on Pinterest, so if you're the owner, let me know so I can give you the credits.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon X Reader

Word count: 2 K

Requested by anons: 1- I'm like super in love with a certain Daryl Dixon and I was wondering if you could write about them getting into a big argument and they like avoid eachother for a while (super angsty if you care lol) and then Carol and Rick just kinda make yall talk and it ends fluffy? 2 - Can i request a daryl x reader where the reader’s been with the group since atlanta, maybe set during when they’re at the prison?? daryl realizes he has a crush on the reader and just p a n i c s ? and just really sweet fluff????

Summary: After you almost get bit, Daryl loses his mind and lashes out on you. Tired of the constant arguments, the group finds a way to out you two together to try and fix things up.

{The Walking Dead Masterlist}

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“Yer almost got bit!” Daryl shouts, voice echoing through the prison. “Yer too damn stubborn, yer not goin’ on runs anymore.” He has his back at you as you follow him, struggling to keep his pace.

“I had everything under control.” You complain, ignoring Carol's questioning stare.

You, Daryl, and Maggie went on a run earlier today. Not too far, just to get some more formula for Judith. A walker fell from the roof, and it happened to be on a specific place Daryl told you not to go. The thing's teeth got a little too close to your arm, and Daryl shot an arrow through its head.

“Ya sure did!” He stops, turning around and pointing a finger at you. “If I weren't near ya, I'd be carryin’ ya back here with a freakin’ bite.” His voice gets louder, and you never saw Daryl so... Angry. So pissed. He's scaring you. “Or would ya have me cut her damn arm off? How does that sound?”

“Stop yelling at me!” You burst out, giving his chest a push.

“I'll stop yellin’ when ya understand how stupid and dangerous that was!” He steps forward, towering over you and you never felt so small.

“We needed those antibiotics!”

“Well, I freakin’ need ya. I need ya alive! Alive and well and breathin’.” Daryl shouts, right at your face. But the moment the words come out, he stops, stepping back. He seems confused, taken aback by something. “Screw that, I need a break from savin’ yer ass.” And then, he leaves, walking fast.

Huffing, you turn around, going to your cell.

You take the longest shower you can, washing the sweat and all the disgusting things the dead left on your skin. But most of the time, you were already done, dressed, and dried. You just wanted to be away from everyone. But eventually, you have to walk out. And of course, Carol finds you on your way back to your cell.

“(Y/N), I–”

“Daryl is such an asshole.” You say cutting her off and dropping on bed. “Did you see that? Did you see how he yelled at me? As if he has the right to do so.” Getting back up you pace around.

“I just think–”

“You know what? He can go to hell.” Throwing both hands in the air, you complain. “He and his crossbow, and-and his super hot stare and the stupid angel wings vest. And the bike too. All it. Straight to hell!”

“Aren't you just–”

“Uhg! Damn it.” Crossing your arms, you sigh. “Did you hear him forbidding me to go on runs?” With your hands now on your hips, you stare at Carol. “As if! Who the hell does he think he is? My boyfriend? To hell with him.”

“Will you let me talk?”

“Sure, go ahead.” Shrugging your shoulders, you nod.

But she doesn't say anything, she just takes a deep breath and shakes her head lightly. “Look, why don't you calm down first, and then we talk.” Carol gestured at the bed and you sit down, sighing. “Good... Try to relax and deal with it after a good night's sleep.”

“I could sleep a thousand years and I'd still be mad at Daryl.” You mutter as she leaves, lying on your back with your eyes closed.

You don't know where all this anger comes from, but it's always there, waiting to flow out. You do care about him, maybe too much, but it doesn't mean he gets to yell and boss you around like that. “Asshole!” You shout one last time, arms crossing as you drown in anger.

“I saw it,” Daryl exclaims, pacing around the guard tower, breathing and talking fast. “I saw her dyin’. I saw that thing bitin’ her, tearin’ her flesh.”

“She's fine, Daryl. You don't have to keep thinking about it.” Rick tries to calm him down, both hands raised at the archer.

“No, ya don't understand.” It's useless though. Daryl is a mess. He got into the shower as soon as (Y/N) got out, rubbing the walker's blood out of his skin. But after that, he went straight to Rick because he needs to vent. He needs to yell and understand why he feels so damn scared.

Why he feels like a switch was turned on, lighting up something that was there all along, but only now was brought to light.

Losing anyone from his group, from his family would hurt bad.

But he just found out that losing her would be far worse.

“I her dyin’, man.” He slows down, both hands on his head. “I saw her dyin’ and–”

“You love her.”

“What the hell, Rick?” He snaps, a hand violently gesturing at his friend.

“You might not want to admit it, but it's true. You know it.” Rick nods, a hand casually resenting on his holster. “We all know it since Atlanta. She loves you too.”

Daryl grunts, turning his back at Rick. “Yer crazy. And so is she.”

“You should sit and talk like civilized people.”

“I ain't gonna talk to her. Crazy chick.” He mutters, grabbing his crossbow a bit tighter. “She ain't goin’ on runs anymore. At least not without me.”

“Daryl–”

“Gotta go.” The archer cuts him off, leaving the guard tower at a fast pace.

He didn't like the ideas Rick put in his head.

“Rick wants to make a room for Carl and Judith on the second floor,” Carol says as you climb the stairs next to her. “So we're cleaning up the cells.”

“Alright.” You don't really want to help. Not today at least. The nap you took didn't help much with the last issue, and you're considering going out tomorrow, just to clear your head a bit. “What do you need me to do?”

“We're just setting things up.”

“Mmm.” You mutter, running a hand through your hair as you follow her pace. Carol takes you to the very back of the corridor, to a pretty isolated cell. “You gonna put the kids here? This cell sucks. It's too–” You stop talking when you see Daryl inside, eyes-rolling. “Look, I won't help if he helps.” It sounds childish, but you don't care. You're far too pissed at the man to be near him.

“Look, I don't care if you guys argued.” Rick walks over you, friendly touching your arm. “You two just have to get your shkt together.” And you're suddenly pushed, almost stumbling inside the cell.

“What the hell?” You shout, but the moment you move, Rick pulls the bars close locking you inside. “Rick, drop it. I'm not joking.” Holding the bars, you shoot him and Carol an angry stare. “Open up.”

“There are blankets and dinner will be brought to you,” Carol says, arms crossed. “We did that because it's the only way to force you guys to talk.”

“Yeah. You'll have the whole night to figure out whatever has you both always at each other's throat.” Rick adds, sliding the key into his pocket. “Have a nice time.”

And like that, both jerks leave, talking something you can't hear. Sighing, you lay your forehead on the cold metal bars, not wanting to look at your company for the night.

“Yer can take the bed.” He says after a while.

“Obviously.” You're quick to snap. “It's your fault we're here in the first place.”

“How's that?”

“If you didn't come back from the run making a hell of a show about something that didn't even happen, we wouldn't be locked up in here.” Turning around, with both hands on your hips, you stare at him.

“If ya had listened to me, ya wouldn't have–”

“And why in the hell do I have to listen to you, Dixon? I know my way out there as well as you do.”

“ ‘Cause I jus’ wanna keep ya safe.” He's yelling again, stepping forward.

“Stop acting like I mean anything to you!” With a finger on his face, you move closer to him. You wish you could look intimidating, but being so small, that's very difficult.

“Maybe ya do mean somethin’ ta’ me! How could ya know that if ya never ask!”

“Well, I–” The answer is cut short when your furious brain processes what he just said. Furrowing your eyebrows together, you shrug your shoulders. “What do you mean?”

“Nothin’.”

“Daryl, what do you mean?” Raising your voice again, you follow him as he moves further into the cell. “What would you answer if I ask?”

“I ain't gonna answer.”

“Daryl–”

“I ain't gonna answer!” He shouts again, turning around to look at you.

Taking a deep breath, you sit on the edge of the bed, folding a leg under you. “Do you hate me?”

“What?”

“Do you hate me, Daryl?” Your voice is lower now because you do want to know.

He remains silent for a while, those blue eyes locked on yours. “No.”

“Then why–”

“I can't lose ya.” He bursts out, eyes now looking at the floor. “At that moment back there, I... I saw it happenin’. I saw ya dyin’, and I... I can't lose ya. I can't see ya gettin’ hurt.”

His voice is so low you can barely hear it. You've never seen Daryl so... Scared. Vulnerable. “You can't protect me all the time, Daryl. Accidents happen.”

“I can. I can keep ya safe if ya listen to me.” You're about to protest when Daryl comes to sit next to you, eyes on the wall across the cell. “I know ya can survive out there. But my mind works in a thousand different ways ta’ get stuff done without anyone gettin’ hurt. I need ya ta’ trust me. Ta’ believe I can keep ya safe.”

“But I need you to believe me too. To believe I can do this.” Turning your body towards him, you friendly touches his arm. “Daryl, I... I like you... A lot. And I admire you, I trust you. You taught me so much and I need you to trust me. I promise I'll be more careful, but I need you to–”

“Don't go out there without me.” He suddenly says, voice heavy. “I trust ya. Yer brave and strong. But if ya go out there and I can't keep my eyes on ya... I'll lose my damn mind.”

“Alright.” Nodding, you sigh, smiling a little. “Just don't yell at me again, Daryl Dixon.”

“Yer almost died and I... Damn it, (Y/N), –”

“I like you too, Dixon.” Standing up to your feet, you smile, looking down at him. “You don't have to say if you don't want to, just... Let's get this over with. The world is a freaking mess and if you like me and I like you we should be together.” You can't believe you're saying this, after so long. But it feels good. You feel good, secure. “Just let me know what you want.”

“Ya.”

“Me?”

“Yeah.” He nods, blue eyes locked on yours.

“Alright.” Mirroring his head movement, you clear your throat, cheeks burning. After a few seconds of silence, you walk to the bars. “RICK! CAROL! Daryl and I are dating now, can we go?” You yell, and the low chattering downstairs goes silent.

“Would it be so bad ta' stay locked in here with me for a night?” Daryl asks, and you turn around, biting your lip to hold back a smile.

“Absolutely not.” Shrugging your shoulders, you slowly move to the bed, climbing on and lying down. “I'm actually sleepy and it's cold so it'll be nice to have someone to warm me up at night.”

“Don't push it.”

“I'm not.” Giggling, you feel as he lies down, close enough so his shoulder is touching your back. “Night, D. It was good to sort things out with you.”

“Good night, pretty girl.” He mutters and you smile, eyes closing and sleep easily overcoming you, thanks to the amazing feeling of having Daryl lying next to you.

[toutallyahoe]

LUCKY ~ Matsukawa Issei (Haikyuu) (1/?)

requested by: --

pairing(s): matsukawa issei x male reader

a/n: *casually jamming to siu by maretu while being called a child by someone*

anyways, jokes aside, im posting lucky here because i literally have no content to give to yall atm

so enjoy me simping for mattsun

chapter one | chapter two

SWEAT DRIPPED DOWN MATSUKAWA ISSEI'S forehead as he let out soft pants. Dark eyes narrowing as the black haired male watches the setter of the opposite team, a second year named Yahaba Shigeru, setted to Kindaichi Yūtarō for a quick. With quick movements, Matsukawa Issei blocked the first year middle blocker's quick and had earned him and his team a point.

The winning point.

"Gah! I'm sorry!" Yūtarō apologized to his team as he bowed to which earned him some "it's alright!" or "you'll get it next time Kindaichi!" aswell as a "you suck" from a fellow first year, Kunimi Akira which immediately earned Akira some offended shouts from the tall first year.

Issei landed in his feet gracefully as he stood tall and proud of his block. God, it always felt good to successfully shut down a spike, and Issei knew that feeling well. The black haired middle blocker then felt his back being patted and Issei immediately looked behind him and saw his friend, Hanamaki Takahiro smiled lazily at him.

"You almost missed that one, huh Mattsun?" The male had said, tone lace with amusement and eyes glint with mischief. "Getting old there, buddy?" Takahiro continued in a sing sang voice as he saw Issei gave him an unimpressed look for a second from his comment.

On the outsider's point of view, it would've looked like Issei was pissed at Takahiro's comment. But the black haired male's face splitted into a grin as Issei rolled his eyes and gave a soft punch onto Takahiro's shoulder.

"Shut up, Makki," Issei had laughed as he turned to look at Yūtarō who was still looking down on his blocked spike that won Issei's team.

"Better luck next time, Kindaichi," Issei called out as the said male looked at him and then nodded with determination plastered in his features.

"I will get past your blocks! Just you wait senpai!" Yūtarō had said as both Takahiro and Issei looked at each other then and then at the determined first year, then back to each other. The two older males then bursted up laughing as they gave their underclassmen an amused nod.

"Hear that Mattsun?" Takahiro said. "Kindaichi will get pass your blocks!" His voice oddly had a mocking tone on it which didn't go unnoticed by the rest of his peers. The others could only sighed while Yūtarō looked a bit offended.

Issei only laughed at that as Yūtarō looked at his upperclassmen, a bit rather annoyed from them looking down at him... or were they just like that? Yūtarō doesn't really know much as he was still new to the team but the way that they are just so casual with his proclamation? Not at all feeling threatened by it? It made the first year middle blocker a bit miffed. Either way, the first year middle blocker swore he will not be shut down by his upperclassmen's blocks in the future.

"Oi, stop rilling up the first years, you two," Iwaizumi Hajime had said in exasperation as he softly slapped both the back of the two males head. Takahiro and Issei only snickered, not minding their ace's actions as Oikawa Tōru who was behind them whined on why Hajime was much more lenient on using violence to others but goes full force on him. The comment from the volleyball captain only earned him angry shouts of threats from the ace aswell as a hard punch or two, immediately showing the difference of how the ace treats the others and then Tōru.

"Ouch! Iwa-chan not the face!!!" Tōru cried out as he then screamed when Hajime had hitted him, in the face. The whole volleyball team didn't even bat an eye at Hajime beating the fuck outta the resident trash lord named Oikawa Tōru as they minded their own business.

This was normal...

"Oh, are you joining us going to the store this time Mattsun?" A fellow third year named Yuda Kaneo asked as he approached Takahiro and Issei and then handed the two some towels which had earned him some thank yous from the two. "You've been skipping an awful lot lately and it's Oikawa's turn to buy us snacks," Kaneo continued as the said male let out a hum and then shrugged his shoulders. Issei was about to speak but the light brown (some can say that it was pink really and Takahiro doesn't care really what others think of his hair) haired male.

"Nah," Takahiro said as he shakes his head. "This fucklord right here has some stuff to do," Takahiro continued he patted Issei's back. Issei only snorted at what his friend had called him as he jabbed Takahiro with his elbow but didn't say anything else. Kaneo only nodded in understanding as the third year began to walk towards the others and started to chat with fellow third years, Shido Heisuke and Sawauchi Motomu.

"So, what's the plan with him?" Takahiro lazily asked as he swung one of his arms at Issei's neck to bring down the black haired male a bit to his height (the difference were only little really as Issei seemed to only be three centimeters taller to Takahiro) as the light brown (maybe pink again) haired male gave a grin.

"Same as usual," Issei had said as he shrugged Takahiro's eye roll. "What do you expect?" The black haired male huffed as his friend gave him a blank stare.

"You two are so boring!" Takahiro had said as he took his arm away from Issei and instead threw both of his arms in the air. "You don't YOLO at all, do you?"

"Bitch, what?" Issei had asked as he looked at his friend like the male was crazy which was debatable really.

"Ugh, gay, you and him are so boring," Takahiro had said as he saw Issei rolled his eyes at him.

"Bitch."

"Oh, wait..." Takahiro had said as he brought his arms to his side. Issei only raised a brow at his friend quick shift of mood. What was this salmon color haired asshole planning?

"Why don't you come with us and invite him?" Takahiro had said as the black haired male let out a hum and thought about it. Should he? He could invite him and hang out with both him and his friends. That's not really a bad idea. It's like killing two birds with one stone.

But...

"Eh, I'll think about it," Issei had said. As much as Issei loved to hang out with his team and probably bully their captain, Issei also enjoyed his alone time with a certain [Hair color] haired male.

"Makki! Mattsun!" The two said males let out groans as they heard their captain called out their ridiculous nicknames in a sing sang tone. "Oi! Don't just groan at me!" Tōru had whined as he approached the two males. Man, Tōru always wonders on why are his friends a bit of a bastards?

Scratch that— why are all his friends full time bastards?

"Are you going to join us, Mattsun?" Tōru had asked as he turned to the said male who shrugged at him. As much as Matsukawa Issei have respect for the chocolate brown haired male, Oikawa Tōru was also a dumb ass who's any ounce of respect you feel for him gets yeeted off a cliff when you realized the volleyball captain believes in very stupid things... like aliens for example.

"No thanks, I don't need to see your ugly mug more," Issei had flatly shut down (like how he shut down Yūtarō's quick which the first year was still lowkey sulking in a corner somewhere with Akira insulting him none stop) as the black haired male turned his back from the volleyball captain. "Dealing with you in practice is enough already."

Takahiro snorted at Issei's cold hearted reply as he watched the volleyball captain dramatically gasped at his friend's words. God, why was Tōru a dramatic hoe? Hanamaki Takahiro will never know... not that he wants to anyways.

"So mean!!!" Tōru cried. "Iwa-chan, Mattsun is being mean to me!!!" He cried as he turned to the black haired ace for support, only to get none. Like usual. Instead, the said ace only gave him a blank look and flipped him off which made the chocolate brown haired male cry out more. "Wahhh!!! Not you too Iwa-chan!!!"

"Shut up Shittykawa!!!" Hajime screamed as both Takahiro and Issei (who turned back to look at Tōru) snickered as they watched their ace threw a volleyball directly at their captain's face. God, seeing their dumbass captain getting beaten always made their day. Sadistic bastards the two are.

"Matsukawa-san?" The said male turned to who called him and saw that it was their libero, Watari Shinji who looked a bit worried for him for him which made Issei raised a brow.

"Um... [Last name]-san is here," Shinji had said as Issei perked up hearing the [Hair color] haired male's last name. 'Huh... he's early...' Issei had thought as the libero looked worried at the tall middle blocker. "And he said... you should hurry up..." Shinji then quietly added, "he seemed a bit pissed senpai..." which immediately answered Issei's mental question on why the libero looked worried for him.

Issei let out a hum as he said a quiet thanks at the second year libero who hesitantly nodded and walked away to join the others who started stretching.

"Eh? Uptight-san has been coming here more than usual," Tōru had wondered out loud, not at all embarrassed at showing that he was listening to a confidential message, well, not really confidential— but still, it was still rude to listen to conversations that clearly doesn't involve with you. Not that Tōru cares.

"Shittykawa, don't just insult people! Especially him!" Hajime had said as he slapped the back of the volleyball captain's head which earned the ace a loud whine from the male. Why was he friend's with this guy again? Right, because he was forced too when they were kids. Fuck.

"But Iwa-chan!" Tōru cried as he rubbed the back of his head on where the ace had slapped him. "Don't you think it's weird that Mattsun always gets in trouble with Uptight-san???" The chocolate brown haired male asked as he pouted.

"What did you do anyways, Mattsun?" The captain had asked as he turned to look at the black haired middle blocker. Issei and Takahiro only looked at each other with blank stares as they were mentally messaging each other if their captain was really this fucking dumb.

"Jeez, Dumbkawa," Takahiro started and hearing that ridiculous and very insulting nickname made the volleyball captain whine on how "mean" he was. Takahiro doesn't give a single fuck though as the nickname was very true. "I knew you were dumb but I didn't think you were that dumb!"

"What do you expect from a guy who believe aliens exist?" Issei added. "Dumbkawa, how did you even graduated middle school again?" The black haired male continued as he crossed his arms over his chest.

"Yeah, with your small peanut size brain, how?" Takahiro joined in as he did what Issei aswell, crossing his arms over his chest as they blankly looked at their captain who was now on the floor, dramatically on his hands and knees as he cried how cruel his friends were. Each words the two males spouted had pierced Oikawa Tōru's heart with imaginary arrows. And fucking hell did it hurt. What the fuck, why are his friends such assholes? Damn.

The volleyball captain was about to loudly cry out and proclaim how much of a bastards his friends were when everyone then kept quiet when they heard someone new had talked.

"What is going on here?"

Everyone frozed. No one moved a single muscle as the whole volleyball team robotically turned their heads to the direction of the voice to see a male student wearing the school's uniform. It would have been a regular student if it weren't for the white arm band on his right arm where the word "PRESIDENT" written in large red bold text.

It was none other than the student council president, [Last name] [Name].

And the [Hair color] haired male was certainly not amused as he looked at each one of them with a cold blank stare that sent every member of the Aoba Johsai males volleyball club shiver down their spines as [Name]'s arms crossed on his chest.

"I am asking once again, what is going on here and why are you all so loud?" [Name] had said as he then turned to the volleyball captain who immediately let out a yelp when the [Hair color] haired male's stare was directed at him. "Especially you, Oikawa Tōru."

The chocolate brown haired male sweated from the blank stare directed at him. The volleyball club captain, Oikawa Tōru was absolutely on the verge of pissing himself as this was no ordinary student. This was the student. The student who had shown prowess to lead their fucking school without a sweat. The one where everyone student body absolutely respects and adores, just like him!!!

This was the [Last name] [Name] for heavens sake and this guy was no laughing matter!!!

"Oi, [Name], why are you here?" Issei's bored voice cut through the tense atmosphere like a knife as Tōru let out the breath he never knew he was holding when [Name]'s stare turned to the black haired third year. It took a minute or so for Tōru to realized what just happened as he then guffawed at how casual Issei was to talking to the [Hair color] haired male as the rest of the team watched, everyone easing up a bit.

"EH?!?" Tōru loudly screamed in shock, eyes widened as he seemed to not believe what he was just witnessing. [Name] didn't seemed to be bothered by the third year setter's shock cries as he looked at Issei and rolled his eyes at the black haired middle blocker.

"I told you to hurry up and change, I don't have all day," [Name] had said as Issei snorted at his words.

"Actually," Issei started. "You told my teammate to tell me to hurry up, so, ha!" Takahiro and Issei swore they heard the [Hair color] haired male mutter something in the lines of "god he's such an idiot" and "he's just being a smartass as usual [name], don't mind him" to himself in which the two were absolutely amused by it.

Takahiro had to stop himself from snickering when he saw the usual stoic and proper [Hair color] haired male let out a sigh as he uncrossed his arms off his chest and instead began to rub his temple.

"Just hurry up already Issei, I have to walk you home and aswell as going to the convenience store to buy something," [Name] said in exasperation as the black haired male rolled his eyes but nodded.

"You only have five minutes to change or else I'll leave you," [Name] had said.

"Also, hello Hanamaki, good to see your doing well," The said male gave a thumbs up to him as [Name] gave Issei a look and then turned his back to them as he began to walk to the gym's door and went outside.

As the doors shut. Oikawa Tōru had to processed what just fucking happened. When the realization hitted him like Hajime spiking volleyballs at him for being a trashy dumbass, the volleyball captain immediately was in Issei's face as he bombarded the tall third year questions.

"Matssun!!! What is your relationship with Uptight-san?!?"

"Why aren't you scared at him?!?"

"How the hell do you even know him that well?!?"

"When were you close?!?!"

"Didn't you spiked a volleyball at him last year?!?"

"Are you two friends?!?"

"How can you made him feel other emotions besides annoyance?!?"

"What do you both do?!?"

"How did you even befriended him?!?"

Questions after questions were fired at Issei as his captain was shaking him back and forth by his uniform. Issei looked unamused by the volleyball captain's actions as he then grabbed Tōru's hands off his shirt while Takahiro had sneaked (it wasn't that hard with the male being too busy shaking his friend like a rag doll) behind the chocolate brown haired male and then slapped Tōru's head, hard.

"Ow!" Tōru cried as he turned to glare at Takahiro while rubbing the back of his head to ease the slight pain he was feeling. "What the hell, Makki?!?" The said male only stuck his tongue out at the captain which earned a whine from Tōru.

"Dumbkawa, Mattsun and Prez have been dating for literally two years now..." Takahiro said like it was the obvious obvious truth. Well, it was besides for the trashy captain of Seijoh. "Why do you think Prez has been coming here for awhile now and fetching Mattsun?" The male rhetorically asked as he then gave the dumbstruck captain a lazy grin.

"Are you seriously that dumb, Dumbkawa?" Issei and Takahiro had asked in sinc as they gave their captain very judgemental stares that made the third year setter wail on how cruel their words were.

"Did you seriously didn't know?" Hajime asked, eyebrows furrowing as he looked at his friend who snapped his head towards him and then screamed "YOU KNEW TOO IWA-CHAN?!?"

"The whole team knew... well, besides you it seems," Kanoe commented as the rest of the team watched their captain freaked out on the news that their Matsukawa Issei, resident fucklord (along with Takahiro) was dating the student council president, [Last name] [Name].

"Why didn't no one told me about this?!?" Tōru cried as the whole team stared at him with a "are you fucking serious?" look.

"They didn't even tried to hide their relationship— so shut the fuck up Shittykawa!!!" Hajime had yelled as he got irritated when the volleyball captain still wont shut his loud mouth up from crying and wailing on how everyone in the team was cruel on not telling him about Issei's love life.

"AHH!!! NOT THE FACE IWA-CHAN!!!"

"SHUT UP ALREADY YOU ANNOYING DUMBASS!!!"

 "You did not tell them that we were dating?" [Name] had asked as he glanced at the black haired male who shrugged at his question. The two were already walking home together as Issei ditched his team to walk with his boyfriend and the black haired male was telling his boyfriend about what happened after he had left the gym. Yes, Matsukawa Issei was dating the [Last name] [Name] and Issei still wonders how he managed to nabbed a snacc like this guy.

"Well, it's not really their business," The black haired male said in a bored tone. "And besides, everyone in the team seems to know," Issei had said as he shoved his hands onto his pants pockets. "Well, everyone besides that trash of a captain of mine," Issei continued as a grin formed on his lips when he heard [Name] chuckle.

"Weren't we obvious though?" The [Hair color] haired male wondered out loud. "I mean, I always dropped by when I have the time."

Yes, it was true. When [Name] wasn't busy doing his student council duties, he does, in fact, dropped by the gym to greet and watch the males volleyball club practice. It was a wonder how Oikawa Tōru did not noticed how he was always talking to or being beside Issei. Perhaps the chocolate brown haired male was definitely an idiot.

"Well, you know how Oikawa is," Issei had said as he took one of his hand out off his pockets and instead grabbed [Name]'s [Skin color] hand where the [Hair color] haired male instinctively intertwined their fingers together. A soft flush on [Name]'s cheeks which made the black haired male grin.

"The guy's has volleyball for brains," Issei had said as he then laughed at the [Hair color] haired male's retort.

"Like you aswell?" The black haired male squeezed [Name]'s hand as he sent the male a playful glare.

"You love me though," Issei had said as he saw the corner of the [Hair color] haired male's lips twitched a bit as [Name] then looked away. The black haired male wasn't bothered though when his boyfriend looked away from him. In fact, Issei thinks it was cute to see the almighty stoic and stubborn student council president of one of the powerhouse of the prefecture act a bit cute and flustered.

Issei smiled as he heard his boyfriend mutter three simple words. Three simple words that made him feel all warmth and tingly in the inside. It was disgusting, but Issei came to enjoy that feeling.

"I unfortunately do."

God, Matsukawa Issei was definitely lucky to be dating [Last name] [Name]...

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