#sorry guys this is from an ask game in november

[dreamyzworldlove]

HI DREAMY 11 FOR YOUR FIC WRITER ASK GAME K THX LOVE YA

11. pick a mutual to ensnare in the plot of your longest fic

oh. oh god niamh marie that is hunger games au. hm. um. okay im just going to pull a name out of a randomized generator like they do in the hunger games

@gayleafpool i am so sorry but you have been reaped in my hunger games au. may the odds be ever in your favor

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[katemartinismywife]

senior night - p.b

☺︎ paige bueckers x texas women's basketball player ☺︎ ☺︎ fluff ☺︎

"So you actually aren't coming?" Ryan asked her long term girlfriend Paige. "I can't make it mama, i'm so sorry" Paige was grateful that the two weren't on facetime. She was trying so hard to not tell the truth. Paige wasn't the best at lying, but she really wanted to give Ryan this special gift.

Ryan and Paige have been dating for over a little of four years. The two met while they were both at Overtime headquarters. After their first time talking they were inseparable. They had agreed to make long distance work and hope that one day their lives would settle, so they could move in together and start their lives.

Since basketball season has started they have barely seen each other since they were on different schedules. The last time they saw each other was when Ryan flew to Storrs for their game against Maryland. But that was back in November, it is now February.

Ryan had missed her girlfriend so much. It was beginning to hit her hard. All she wanted was to see her especially on her big day. "Are you at least going to watch?" Ryan sighed walking into the locker room. "I'm going out with the team tonight, but if it is on somewhere you know I will" Paige spoke trying to not break her heart more.

"I love you" Before Paige could respond Ryan hung up the call. Paige knew she was upset, but really hoped that this would work. She hated when her baby was unhappy. Paige was currently on her flight to Texas texting Ryan's sister about how much she hated hurting her.

Of course Paige couldn't do this big surprise by herself, so she allowed for KK and Auzi to come with her. Ryan loved the two girls, so it would be great for her to see them too.

Ryan slipped on her bose headphones and changed into her warm ups. "Ryan you okay?" Jordana asked her. Jordana Codio was her best friend on the team. "I'm good" Ryan smiled, but it never reached her eyes.

jordana: pb you got my girl stressing lol

pb: i love her sm

jordana: i'm excited for y'all 😭

It was officially time for senior night to begin. Ryan met up in the tunnel with her mom and her sister. Ryan was an a very emotional person, so she immediatly began crying. "Stop crying crazy, nothing has happened yet" Her sister laughed giving her a hug"

"Ryan Andrews"

Ryan began walking wiping her tears off her face and smiling as the crowd cheered. Finally being able to clear her eyesight, what she didn't expect to see was her girlfriend standing beside her head coach.

She stopped in her tracks with her hand over her mouth. Paige laughed walking up to her giving her a tight hug as Ryan broke down into tears. The love stricken crowd began to "aw". "Stop crying mama" Paige spoke wiping Ryan's tears off her face. "I want to kiss you so bad right now" She spoke quietly releasing her from the hug and holding her hand.

Coach Schaefer walked over to Ryan hugging her and giving her the microphone. "This is so awkward. Um, I just want to thank Coach S and all the rest of my amazing coaches for helping me improve throughout these four years. I have loved playing for this team. A huge thank you goes out to my mom, sister, and paige for helping me through all of the mental and physical breakdowns. I love you guys so much and I am not a cute crier, so I'm going to stop talking now" Ryan laughed hugging her coach again.

The crowd busted out into cheers and claps. "I am so proud of you" Her mom told her wiping her tears. "Thank you mommy" Ryan walked off the court hand in hand with her girlfriend. "You made me cry meanie" Ryan smiled nudging her girlfriend. "I'm sorry baby, but I wanted to surprise you on your big day" Paige pulled the girl into a hug placing a kiss on her forehead.

"Go win" Paige told her smiling at her.

TEXAS LONGHORNS W, 71-46

Right after the last buzzer Ryan ran right over to her girlfriend engulfing her into a hug. Ryan wrapped her legs around Paige's waist and secretly kissed the side of her neck. "You did so good mama" Paige smiled rocking the two side to side.

"Don't leave! I'm going to go take a quick shower and then I'll meet you out here" Ryan jumped off of her. Looking around making sure the coast is clear. She threw her hands around her neck kissing Paige's soft lips. "I love you" Paige spoke between kisses rubbing her hands up and down Ryan's back.

"don't go anywhere okay?"

"i'm not going anywhere" Ryan walked off smiling and throwing her arm around Jordana's shoulder. Paige watched the now overjoyed girl skip off to the locker room.

She really did find her person.

[vscabarca]

time heals - pablo gavi

summary: you help gavi get through his acl injury

genre: fluff, bit sad

———

Gavi had woken up really energetic, ready to meet his physiotherapist to go on a hike near Barcelona. He had asked you the night before if you’d like to join the little group of injured players, claiming „healthy knees“ would give the guys extra motivation.

You two had met the group at the start of the trail, you staying a bit behind to let Gavi focus on his recovery session.

Throughout the hike your boyfriend was joking around and even started to jog short distances like the physio advised him to do.

The grin was etched onto his face, sometimes glancing back at you as you gave him an encouraging thumbs up.

Seeing Gavi so motivated made you feel incredibly happy, happy to see your boy smile again. You couldn’t be prouder to see him here, not after what happened in the last week of November.

Three months ago all his hard work and dedication had been ripped away from him in a matter of seconds.

You were back home in Barelona, watching the game against Georgia from your couch with his family. Originally, you had planned to travel with him, but Gavi knew how packed your schedule was and did not want to stress you out more.

„We‘re already qualified. Cheer for us from home, I know traveling now would only make you feel more stressed.“ He said and kissed you before leaving for the Spain camp.

„Be careful!“ You said, receiving a nod from Gavi.

These words played in your head over and over again as you saw him lay there on the grass, clutching his right knee while sobbing in pain. Normally when he was being fouled, he stood up pretty quickly. Now Gavi wasn’t even able to walk without assistance, making your stomach drop at the sight.

After receiving a call from Iñigo, telling you the physiotherapists assumed Gavi had torn his ACL, y‘all stayed at your apartment waiting for him until he arrived in the early morning hours.

Gavi never stopped crying in your arms after he came back home, not only because his knee hurt like hell, but also because he was just so confused why it had to be him. He just wanted to play football, to help his club and country win.

The next week was horrible. You didn’t recognize the loving, energetic Gavi anymore. He didn’t talk much, even less then he already did, his eyes didn’t sparkle like they did usually.

You tried your best to help him. Was it holding him in your arms, soothing him as he cried, was it bringing him his medication or helping him around the house, you never left his side.

Gavi‘s parents decided to stay in Barcelona until after his surgery, trying to organize everything for their son.

Your boyfriend settled down in his own house, his living room was now transformed into his bedroom to avoid walking up the stairs. You still had your own apartment, but abandoned it quickly, when Gavi asked you with tear stained cheeks to stay with him.

The weeks dragged by slowly and it seemed like whole Barcelona was suffering. The weather was gloomy, the football club lost game after game and Gavi still could barely walk without his crutches.

During that time, Gavi knew he wasn’t being the best boyfriend, his mental health has suffered a lot from this situation. Nevertheless you always cheered him up, encouraged him to go to his recovery sessions even though it was just so difficult. Gavi tried to show you he appreciated everything that you’ve done, even telling you how sorry he was for how your relationship was pushed aside due to his injury. He knew he wasn’t as loving, as caring as before, but Gavi wanted to make sure you‘d know how special you were to him and how much he loved you.

You were relieved he was the one coming up with this conversation and you were now a 100% sure Gavi was the one you would want to spend the rest of your life with. A few tears were shed that December night, as it also affected you mentally.

After both expressed their worries and now being on the same page, it felt like somebody turned a switch.

Gavi smiled again from time to time and he came home from his recovery session much more motivated. Christmas was coming and you spent half of it with the Paèz family, just you six (if we add Javi to the equation.)

Gavi got the green light to walk without his crutches, also feeling more comfortable in going out again, strolling around the streets of Barcelona. Overall he enjoyed being allowed to do more, gaining back his energetic demeanor day by day. He paid extra attention to give back the love and care you gave him the past month, be it a spontaneous date night where he cooked for you, grabbing flowers on the way back from recovery or just wake you up in the most beautiful way possible - with loads of kisses.

It almost felt like everything was fine again, except that Gavi watched the games from the stands instead of being on the pitch. It still made him grumpy to be sidelined, but you would catch him when he started spiraling again.

January went by much faster and instead of gloomy, dull weather, Barcelona was sunny. Gavi tried to be outside as much as he could, because apparently „sunshine keeps bad thoughts away“ as you called it ever so often. Sometimes, you couldn’t accompany him on his short walks but he always thought about you. You were the girl who kept him going, who helped him not fall into a depression.

That day, Gavi walked home convinced to need you by his side forever.

He walked to your apartment, knocking softly before you opened the door confused but happy to see your boyfriend.

„Gavi? I thought you were on a walk.“ You said surprised as you were in the middle of a study session.

He embraced you with his strong arms, leading you inside again.

„Move in with me. Please.“ He blabbered, looking down into your eyes.

You were shocked at first, knowing you never really talked about taking such a step yet, but smiled widely nevertheless.

„That’s a bit sudden, where does that come from?“ You had asked him. Gavi‘s sudden question took you right by surprise.

„You’re always here for me. Especially in the last few months you were the only one who kept me going, who motivated me, who was there for me even though I wasn’t for you. I realized I want to be with you forever and as you already live at my place 50 percent of the time, I thought you could move in completely.“ He exclaimed, his voice filled with passion and excitement.

Two weeks later you were all moved in, enjoying to see Gavi every second of the day.

He made incredible progress, meaning stage two of his recovery began. It was the most fragile and difficult stage, but Gavi knew he had great support waiting for him at home.

His motivation fell a bit again, as the recovery was much harder now. Still, his mindset changed, thanks to you. He rather thought he was day closer of being on the pitch again instead of being one day longer into his recovery.

„Bebé why are you smiling so much?“ Gavi asked, standing next to you as the group took a break from hiking. You didn’t notice until you bumped into your boyfriend’s shoulder.

„I thought about you, you’re the complete opposite from a few months ago.“ You said in a lower voice, not wanting the other guys listen to what you were saying.

Gavi only smiled and kissed your forehead softly.

„You‘ve made incredible progress, you should be proud.“

„Stop you’re making me blush in front of them!“ Gavi snickered, pulling you against him „But I couldn’t have done it without you“

[piichuu]

♡ DAYLIGHT - BASEBALL GAME

NOVEMBER 11TH

7:21PM

the sun has already begun to lower as you, shoko and utahime arrive at the baseball court that has been taken over by the others you will spend the evening with, one of those including nanami kento. he is wearing his usual attire despite the fact that he might have to take part of the fun, but it seems like he’s planning on being on the sidelines.

his eyes meet yours for a quick second before they look away towards gojo who is already talking his ears off after not many minutes.

“y/n!” the sound of itadori yuji’s voice reaches your ears as he runs towards you, putting his arms around you for a hug after months of not seeing one another. the last time the two of you saw each other was before nanami broke up with you.

you put an arm on his back and giggle lightly. “hi yuji, have you been okay?” you ask and the young boy nods, flashing you a wide smile. “mhm! have you?”

you give him a slight nod and watch as he then runs over to nanami to talk to him, one of his favorite people in the world. it is when he points towards you that it comes to your understanding what yuji is talking about to the taller man in front of him.

“i think he’s doing anything to get the two of you back together, you were pretty much acting like his parents back then,” shoko chuckles.

utahime nods in agreement before gojo walks up to you three, wrappings his arms around you to pull you in for a group hug. “you came! you guys are playing too,” he says, causing you to let out a groan. “i thought we wouldn’t have to play.” “well, you do now, so come on. we have to make the teams.”

your gaze flickers around at the others talking to one another. nanami kento is now sitting on a bench a little further away from the others and after giving shoko a quick glance, you walk over to him. maybe this’ll be the best way to avoid playing a baseball game where you know none of the rules.

the blonde man looks up at you before he watches as you sit down beside him. “also trying to avoid having to play?” he questions and you give him a quick nod of the head. “i don’t think i would want to either be in a team with gojo nor play against him.”

nanami chuckles and shakes his head. “same, i’ve played with him before which is why i’m sitting here now. you probably remember that game, when he was about to use his domain on me because my team won against his.”

as the memory plays back in your head, you let out a giggle. “yeah, i remember that now. i was actually scared for your life for a second,” you say and nanami gives you a soft smile. “so it’s probably best if i sit this one out.”

you nod. “probably, and remembering that makes me want to play even less. i wouldn’t even be able to defend myself against him.” “he probably wouldn’t hurt you. if he didn’t hurt me that time, he wouldn’t hurt you. he’s harmless to us, you should know that as well.”

“i know,” you flash him a light smile before looking away towards your friends who have just started playing, seeming to have accepted you and nanami not wanting to join in.

he sighs. “how have you been holding up since we last met?” his hands are placed in his lap as he speaks, not knowing what else to do with them as he awaits an answer. “i’ve been good. i’m sorry you had to see me like that…”

“it’s not like it was the first time. it’s okay, i was happy to see you,” nanami speaks and as soon as those last words leave his mouth, you can’t help the fact that your face is warming up for each second that passes. “i don’t want you to think otherwise. i’m always glad to see you.”

you try to hide the smile that is growing wider on your face, looking away from him. “you can’t say those things,” you mumble, suddenly feeling the touch of his hand now over yours, slowly intertwining your fingers together like it’s the most natural thing. “i know, but i can’t help it…”

just as you’re about to look back at him, gojo’s voice reaches your ears. “nanamin, y/n! you have to play, come on, don’t try to get away!” he yells and before anyone can see, you pull your hand away from nanami’s and stand up on your feet, walking towards the group of friends with a heart beating quicker than ever before.

FOURTEEN | MASTERLIST | SIXTEEN

PAIRING: nanami kento x f!reader

SYNOPSIS: nanami thought he did what was best for y/n when he broke up with her, but he could not have been more wrong. he isn’t making it better when he accidentally sends her a follow request and doesn’t even realize.

WARNINGS: none i think

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[milaisreading]

Random scenarios between the manager and Blue Lock (pt II)

Warnings ⚠️: none in particular. Reader uses she/her. Requests are open

Characters: Rin, Yukimiya, Aryu, Karasu, Otoya, Niko, Hiori and Kurona

⚽️Blue Lock belongs to:Muneyuki Kaneshiro and Yusuke Nomura⚽️

Part I

Rin:

"What are you writing?" Rin asked out of curiosity as he sat down at (Y/n)'s table to eat.

"Just some stuff Ego-san ordered. Can you believe the U-20 match is next week? I am so excited to see you all play!" Rin looked at the girl passively, since he was more worried over different things concerning the game. For example his brother. Itoshi Sae is a well known name in Japan, and the older Itoshi was admired by both boys and girls. That was the part that worried Rin more than the actual game. What if (Y/n) saw his big brother play and decided to leave Blue Lock? What if she picked Sae over him? Sae took so many things and people away from him in the past, he couldn't let that happen again!

"Rin! Your food is getting cold!" The boy jumped at that and looked down at his food in confusion.

"Oh..."

"Anyways, as I was saying I am excited to see you all play. The U-20 will be no match against you guys!" (Y/n) said in confidence, knowing her friends are unstoppable. Rin gulped and waited for a moment before finally speaking up.

"Not even Itoshi Sae?"

"Not even him. You guys will show him what Japan is about."

Rin's eyes widened for a second and he slowly nodded his head.

'I think I am safe... (Y/n) is only here for me, not big brother. That's how it all should be.

Yukimiya:

It was one of the rare weeks where the Blue Lock team was allowed to go home and spend some time with their families and friends. (Y/n) did her usual routine when she was home: sleep, eat, go out and watch movies with her father at night. Today she was doing it a little differently, since Yukimiya called her the previous day saying he would be in Shibuya today, so they agreed to meet up.

"It's quite cold today. The one time I go out, this is the weather." Yukimiya sighed as (Y/n) laughed a little as she fixed up her scarf.

"Ahh~ it's nice though! It is November after all, so the coldness is really welcoming." The girl commented as she looked up at the sky.

"S-so... where should we go?" Yukimiya wondered, looking nervously at the ground, realizing again that he was alone with (Y/n) today. No Ego or Anri to call her for help, no Blue Lock player asking for the most random things of the girl or pulling her away from her job, it was just them.

'This feels like a date... well from the outside we do look like a couple.' Yukimiya sighed sadly as he adjusted his glasses.

'Wish it was true.'

"What do you say?" (Y/n) suddenly asked and the boy woke up from his thoughts, looking apologetically at her.

"Sorry, I was thinking about something. What were you saying?"

"It's alright. I just want to know if you want us to go to a arcade nearby. They have a food court too." (Y/n) explained and Yukimiya nodded his head with a sheepish smile.

"Sure, that sounds great. I am very good at that basketball game that's always in arcades, you know?" Yukimiya said proudly.

"Really? Maybe you will win the grand prize today. I like more the video games there."

The two continued talking about the various arcade games they could play.

'Maybe we aren't now a couple... but maybe by the next time we visit this place.' Yukimiya thought as his face turned a bright pink.

Aryu:

(Y/n) pouted as she watched the Blue Lock players having a practice match against each other, and while she was usually always excited to see her friends play, she couldn't help but look at one person in envy and awe.

'His hair is so pretty, it looks so soft too! I want that hair... but I also wonder what it is like to touch...'

(Y/n) kept on subtly staring at Aryu, who was pretty much unaware at the looks the girl kept on sending him.

'New mission! Ask Aryu to braid his hair!' (Y/n) nodded to herself and went back to her duty.

Later that day, the girl was sitting with Karasu and Baro eating her dinner.

"Aren't you going to eat that? Your soup is getting cold." Baro wondered, pointing at (Y/n)'s meal. The girl looked away from Aryu's form and nodded at him.

"S-sure!"

"You have been acting weird all day. Are you alright?" Karasu asked,earning a curious look from Baro.

"You are getting enough sleep? Hope you aren't tiring yourself out."

"Yeah, also you should eat more. My food has a lot of protein!" Karasu said as (Y/n) tried to protest his offer, but Baro already did that for her.

"Mine is better, move."

"No, you do."

'Not now- Aryu is leaving!' (Y/n) turned her attention from the two and at the brown haired boy. Taking a deep breath, (Y/n) got up from her seat and ran after Aryu, the other two not noticing the girl was even gone.

"Aryu! Wait!"

Surprised by (Y/n)'s yell, the boy stopped and looked back, worried that something had happened to her.

"Is everything alright? Do you need help with something?" Aryu wondered.

(Y/n) stopped in front of him and took a deep breath.

"I... I actually wanted to ask you something..." The girl started with a red face, keeping an eye on his hair. Now Aryu was the nervous one, since this scene reminded him a lot of the ones in romcom movies.

'Is she going to confess her love to me? Breath Aryu, you can't mess this up! Just say calmly that you like her back-'

"Can I braid your hair? Please!"

"Huh? My hair?" Aryu raised his eyebrow, a little disappointed that it wasn't a confession.

"I know it sounds weird. But it looks so pretty and soft, I really want to braid it. Sorry, it's stupid."

Aryu chuckled at her rambling and patted her head.

'She is so adorable!'

"Sure. My haircomb is in my room. Come on." Aryu smiled and pulled (Y/n) along.

'It went better than expected!' The girl thought.

'So my hair is her weakness? Good to know! Now I know what to use when I want her attention. Braiding hair is such a couples activity.'

Karasu:

'Who in their right mind is already training?! It's not even time for them to be up!' (Y/n) thought as she walked to the main training room. It was 7 am right now and the boys would usually be woken up at 8, so seeing someone inside right now worried the girl.

(Y/n) slowly nodded the door and looked around the place, nothing was made a mess, everything was just like she had left the night before. The only thing that was different is that on the field were a few footballs and Karasu was kicking them over and over again.

"Karasu! What are you doing here so early? You should really be resting and not overworking yourself."

The boy sat down on the ground and sighed, clearly annoyed with something. The girl raised her eyebrow and sat down across from him. She decided to keep quiet for a while, wondering how to start the conversation.

"Soo... is there a reason you are up so early?"

"I am training."

"And why? You still have an hour more of sleep." (Y/n) said again and Karasu sighed.

"I guess I just want to keep up with everyone. Everyone on the team is so extraordinary and over the top with their skills."

"So are you? I mean, you wouldn't be here if you weren't."

Karasu kept quiet for a moment and then spoke up again, clearly frustrated.

"No... at least I don't think so, I can just feel it."

"Do you feel that all the time? Or just at times?" (Y/n) raised her eyebrow as Karasu stopped to think that over.

"I think... I don't know I just feel it at times."

The blue-eyed boy admitted, a little embarrassed.

"We all have those days where we feel down and not food enough. Karasu, you are more than enough for Blue Lock and for Japanese football. You are doing a great job already, don't overwork yourself for some fleeting feelings."

Karasu kept quiet for a moment as he stared at (Y/n), feeling his heart beat a little faster as her words played through his head.

'I am more than enough? Am I...'

"Am I more than enough for you?" Karasu asked, almost instantly regretting the words as he realized how weird it sounded. (Y/n), thinking he meant it in a football related way quickly nodded her head.

"Of course! You are doing great. I am sure soon clubs around the world will be fighting for you to play for them." The girl said with a grin. Karasu sighed in relief,feeling some form of relief wash over him.

'God I love her!'

Otoya:

"So many people..." (Y/n) muttered as she peeked from the entrance into the conference room. It was merely a few hours before the great match between Blue Lock 11 and U-20 Japan, and Anri had ordered her to take some notes while her and Ego were questioned. The teams were in their locker rooms, so (Y/n) really didn't have much to do anyways... well everyone except for one person was in the locker room.

"What are you looking at?"

Jumping up, (Y/n) looked up to find Otoya standing above her.

"Me? I have to take some notes for Teieri-san and Ego-san for late- Why are you not with the others?!" (Y/n) whisper-yelled at the boy, who just shrugged his shoulders.

"I didn't feel like staying in there when you are all here alone... around the U-20 group of all people." Otoya said, rolling his eyes at the thought of them.

'Not even we are that obnoxious...'

"So? They are here to play, nor make idly conversations with random girls." (Y/n) argued back, already more composed. Otoya sighed at her words and pinched her cheeks.

"Ow!"

"So cute and naive, (Y/n). You have no idea how these guys work."

"And you do?" (Y/n) flinched as her cheeks were finally free from his hold.

"Yes I do."

"How?"

"I just do." Otoya said back. Although he did sound smug at the moment, internally he was panicking that (Y/n) might possibly catch interest in one of their rivals. He wouldn't really blame her for that.

'These are all professional players and meanwhile I am... I am just me I guess...'

"You really don't need to worry. I will keep my eyes on you guys anyways." (Y/n) suddenly spoke up, leaning against the wall.

Otoya kept quiet, looking nervously around the hall as (Y/n) continued.

"Besides, who would look at them when we have literal monsters in Blue Lock. So don't put yourself down or worry about me. I can handle it." The girl patted his arm as Otoya let out a nervous sound of agreement.

'I hate that I can barely speak to her properly... but at least I know she won't abandon me... us for the U-20 or anyone.' Otoya thought, eventually smiling and leaving for the locker room.

'She looks really cute in our official uniform. Wonder how cute she will look like with my jersey.'

Niko:

"You should have stayed and rested for the day. I can handle myself." Niko coughed out as (Y/n) shook her head, pushing the boy down onto the bed so that she should sleep again.

"Don't be rediculous, I am not leaving you with a fever all alone here. The medics are always fine when I stay behind and help. So there is no need for you to worry. Just lay down, I will bring you tour medicine." (Y/n) said calmly and went to the cupboards, looking through them as Niko stared at her the whole time. He sighed dreamily as he watched (Y/n) move from spot to spot, worry evident on her face until after she finally opened a different cupboard  and she visibly relaxed.

'Probably had a hard time finding the medicine. She worries too much, but... that's her charm I guess. That's why Ego-san probably hired her.' Niko thought as his face got redder and he smiled to himself.

'She always gives her all into helping us and barely ever asks for anything in return, just for us to stay safe on the field while we play.'

"Here you go! Finally found the medicine!"

Niko watched in slight amusement as (Y/n) cheered and handed him the capsules and a glass of water.

"Thank you.." Niko said as he sat up and took the thing from her hands.

"Alright, you stay here and rest. I need to go and tell the cooks to make something for your fever. Maybe a nice chicken soup or udon noodles., what do yoh prefer?" (Y/n) mused to herself as Niko shook his head.

"You don't need to think so much about it. Whatever you pick is fine."

"Huh? Don't be stupid, you are sick so you tell me what you want." (Y/n) said leaning down to whisper something to Niko.

"Don't tell anyone, but I barely ever follow the list Teieri-san gave me when you guys are sick. So spoil yourselves with some food you like while you can."

'So close! Did she always smell so nice?!' The black-haired boy held back squeal as he silently said 'udon' and (Y/n) nodded her head.

"Alright! I will be back in a bit. Don't do anything stupid and stay in the room~" (Y/n) called out, already bolting out of the room to get him his dinner.

Niko watched her disappear in a haze and he laid his head on the pillow again.

'She is so cute when she smiles!'

Hiori:

'So cute~' (Y/n) thought as she finished reading a book Anri had bought her. It was a romance book where the boyfriend made a grand surprise for his girlfriend after they were separated for months. He organized a whole dinner date and got a pretty bouquet before he proposed, (Y/n) quietly cheered as the girl said yes.

'This was so adorable... wish there was someone who would do this for me.' (Y/n) sighed as she put the book away, playing with a lose strand of hair as Hiori approached her.

"Are you alright? You seemed quite happy a few minutes ago..." The blue-haired boy asked, sitting down next to (Y/n).

"Hmm? Yeah, I just read this book where a guy made a grand surprise for his girlfriend when she returned home after months. It was so adorable."

"Sounds sweet... but why are you sad about it? It sounds considerate of him." Hiori wondered, trying to pick the right words.

"Ah... I guess I just wish something like this will happen to me one day." (Y/n) admitted, which did get Hiori's full attention now.

"You want someonw to propose?"

"Huh? No, not that part... well not now. The The bouquet part would be nice... I know it kind of sounds stupid." (Y/n) admitted. Hiori kept quiet as he thought over her words. He didn't have a lot of time to question you as Karasu and Kurona ran up to where they were and pulled (Y/n) away to help with something.

'Let's see...' Hiori thought, quickly taking the book and tried to find that specific part.

'The proposing part I will do in a few years. For now the bouquet will do, maybe I can ask Teieri-san to help me out.'

A few days had passed since that incident happened and (Y/n) basically forgot about the conversation she had with Hiori. The boy didn't though, and after a awkward time of asking Anri for help, the boy finally got a bouquet of (f/f).

'Just calmly approach her...' Hiori thought, gulping nervously as he walked to his room, knowing (Y/n) was probably there.

'Teieri-san did say Aryu asked her to braid his hair.'

The blue-eyed boy slowly opened the door, where sure enough (Y/n) was, along with Aryu, Bachira, Chigiri and Isagi. Nagi was there too, but he was asleep as it seemed.

"Hiori! You are back sooner than usually!" The boy cursed at how loud Bachira can be, now feeling embarrassed as all eyes were on him.

"What do you have there? Flowers?" Chigiri raised his eyebrow as the boy walked up to them with the flowers.

"Ah! It's (f/f) too! Did a fan send them?" (Y/n) asked excitedly, abandoning Aryu's hair to look at the flowers, to which the boy pouted.

"No... I actually asked Teieri-san to get them for you. You did say you wanted a bouquet the other day soo..." Hiori trailed off as he felt both embarrassed and intimidate by the stares he was getting.

"I... Thank you so much, Hiori! They are beautiful!" (Y/n) exclaimed as Hiori handed them to her.

"Thanks, I will put them in vase!" The girl said as she ran out of the room. The boy had a content smile on his face, ignoring the daggers and poking he was receiving from the five other boys, and yes the commotion caused Nagi to wake up.

'Ahh~ her smile is so adorable!'

Kurona:

One thing (Y/n) didn't enjoy after moving to Germany for the internship at Bastard München was the ever-changing weather Munich had to offer. She was looking outside her window as the rain kept falling down for the past 3 hours, and it wasn't showing signs of stopping either! Pouting she looked down on the streets again, seeing a few people walk by and that was about it.

'This is boring.'

As if on cue, there was a knock on her dorm room and a familiar voice came from the other side.

"(Y/n), are you free to hang out. I was bored in my room."

"Sure! The door is unlocked, Kurona!" The girl smiled, finally she wouldn't have to suffer in this weather alone. The redhead walked inside and looked just as depressed as she was.

"The weather sucks, man it was sunshine just yesterday." The boy pouted and sat on the couch as (Y/n) joined him.

"I know! And today on our day off it has to be so gloomy... well can't change it now. Want to watch something?" (Y/n) wondered as Kurona thought about it for a moment, then nodded his head.

"Sure, I found a channel where they show anime in Japanese."

"Great!"

And that was basically how they spent the rest of the afternoon, watching some random shows and talking about the things that happened during the past few days. The more they talked, the more Kurona was growing insecure though, since he felt like he was doing too much.

'Maybe I am talking too much right now... should I stop? Should I have said that one thing?'

As if sensing his distress, (Y/n) spoke up.

"It's really nice seeing you talk so freely. You should do it more often."

Kurona looked at her in surprise for a moment, then spoke up.

"Really? You don't think it's boring or something?"

"No. I like talking to you, I hope you open up more. Your voice is also soothing."

The last part caused the boy to blush a little and he nodded his head.

"A-alright..."

'It felt nice hearing that... knowing I am not annoying her... I will definitely open up more, if it will make (Y/n) happy.'

[drewsbuzzcut]

a blurb of Dallas trying to make nick break nnn?

The Breaking Point

nick moldenhauer x dallas blankenburg

a so it goes fic

warnings: underage drinking, almost fight, being inebriated, minor angst, smut!!

This was a blurb request, but I just ran with the idea and now it’s over 3k words!

During the process of Dallas picking her outfit ahead of the frat party she is attending with Nick, she makes sure to bring her A game. She picks out her shortest skirt and the sexiest top that will still keep her warm, but one she doesn’t need a bra for. She’s locked and loaded, waiting for the perfect time to tease Nick until he caves. She is beyond tired of Nick conforming into the bizarre challenge that is no nut november. Supposedly there is a bet going with the rest of his teammates, but Dallas thinks she will go crazy if he doesn’t touch her. That’s another thing, because of her incessant teasing and attempts to get him to break, her boyfriend has been dodging her. Today is the first day in a week that they will be spending more than an hour together.

She lets herself into his room, fixing her lipstick through the camera of her phone when Nick finds her. He has to contain himself from pinning her to his bed, too much pent up sexual tension filling his senses. When Dallas notices him in the corner of her eye, she jumps off the bed to make her way to him.

“Hi, baby. You look so handsome. You smell good, too,” she whispers, arms wrapped around his waist as her lips press soft pecks on his jaw and lips.

He paws at her sides, his hands feeling the soft material of her sheer, black long sleeve. His eyes take in her light makeup and dark red lipstick that he loves so much. His eyes start to wander down, taking in her tiny skirt before quickly going back up. He just realized she isn’t wearing a bra, her nipples tight and visible through her top. He goes back down to her black skirt and bare legs. Her skin is soft as he lets his hands cop a feel. His eyes go back and forth for a little bit before he clears his throats.

“You look beautiful, June bug. I missed you this week,” he mutters against her temple.

Dallas holds back her scoff and smart remark. How dare he say he misses her when he’s been the one staying away. Whatever, she’s going to put it aside for now.

“Thank you, Nicky. I was thinking, for tonight I can be the dd so you can drink all you want. You’ve had a long week, you should let loose,” she suggests, twisting some of his hair in her fingers.

She subtly leans her body into his, his hands going to the small of her back. He’s missed his girl, truly.

“Are you sure? I want you to have fun.”

“Don’t worry, Nicky baby, I will have fun,” she states, kissing his lips in a way that brings him to his knees.

“God, you look sexy. This skirt, to die for. If you get cold, everyone will see your nipples,” he growls, nosing at her neck and leaving small love bites in his wake.

“Good thing you’re the only one who can touch me,” she sighs, bringing his hand up to cup her boobs.

“You’re a minx, and as much I want to suck your pretty little nipples into my mouth, we need to head out already. Only a week and a half until I can have you,” he whispers in her ear.

Again, she has to resist the scoff wanting to leave her mouth. Here she is thinking that her outfit would be enough, but no. She has to commence plan b.

“Let’s head out then,” she says, piquing Nick’s interest because it has became rare for her to not berate him for partaking in no nut november.

At the party, the couple split up, Dallas waving him off to go have fun while Dallas goes to dance with her girl friends. Every now and then Dallas will steal a glance of Nick, seeing him laugh and drink while talking to his buddies. It’s actually really nice to see him relaxed.

The girl makes her way to him, weaving between the group of guys he’s with. Nick pulls her body into his, hands settling on her hips.

“Hey, Dallas. Want a drink?” Rutger asks.

“Sorry, I’m sober tonight. Promised Nicky here that I’d drive back so he can have fun,” she explains, giggling at his over dramatic pout.

“What about you, D? Shouldn’t you be having fun, too?” Luca says, playfully shoving at Nick.

“I am having fun, for your information. Plus, I came over here to steal my boyfriend, so if you’ll excuse us,” she says, laughing when everyone starts whistling and hollering at them.

She drags her boyfriend to a hidden corner of a room that barely has people in it, not that they’d be paying attention to them anyways. Nick softly pins her to the wall behind her, not wanting anyone to see his hands go up her skirt. Dallas pushes her tongue into his mouth, feeling content when she can feel the thrum of his moan. As his hands go up her skirt, he starts squeezing the soft flesh of her ass. The girl can feel the longing and lust start to bubble in her stomach, her tongue going deeper into his mouth as her hands end up under his shirt. Pulling away first, Nick’s lips chase after hers, drawing a seductive laugh from the girl. Her lips start to kiss on his neck, her hands moving up his chest in the same pace. With every nip and suck at his neck, her fingernails dig into his skin. His low moans only spur her on further.

She lifts her leg to wrap it around his waist, and even though he’s wearing jeans, he can feel the heat of her pussy- especially when she starts to rub against him. He pushes on her hips to pin her back into the wall. Thumbing at her nipples, her head leans back and Nick takes the opportunity to kiss at her neck. He goes straight for her sweet spot. Dallas swears she could orgasm just from his attention alone. Her hands go under the back of his shirt, a zap of electricity going through her fingertips when his muscles flex under his skin. Her hands don’t stay too long in their spot- they soon start to palm the front of his jeans. She can feel him harden behind the zipper which makes her that more confident with what she’s about to do.

The girl connects her lips back to his, this time it’s his tongue coming to tangle with hers. Dallas subtly reaches under her skirt, pulling her panties down her legs- Nick would notice if he wasn’t too busy sucking on her tongue. It’s when she shoves the dainty material in his front pocket, he pulls away and gives her a confused frown before he pulls out her panties from his pocket. She has a devilish smirk on her face as he holds up the undergarment in between his two fingers.

“C’mon, we should head back before someone comes looking for us,” she whispers out of breath.

“What about these?” He asks, dangling her underwear.

“Keep them,” she says, giving him one last kiss before she’s pulling him back to the crowded room.

“Stay with me,” he whispers against her temple when she moves to go back to her friends.

“My friends are waiting for me. You stay with the boys. I’ll see you later, or when you let me know you’re ready to go,” she pecks his jaw, walking away leaving him wanting more.

The rest of the time, Nick is sporting an uncomfortable hard on and watches Dallas from where she is with her friends. He’s barely holding himself together and he wants desperately to take her home. She spots him and flashes a smile, continuing talking with her friends when a guy walks up to her. Nick watches as the animatedly talk and laugh together. As time passes, the guy is still lingering vying for Dallas’ attention- even when she’s to busy looking over at Nick while he and the guys shotgun beers.

It just so happens that the next time Nick looks in his girlfriend’s direction, she and that guy are posing for a photo. The guy has his arm over her shoulders and she smiles next to him. Nick loses his shit when he sees the guy lean down to whisper in her ear. Nick charges towards them, ripping the guy’s arm away from Dallas and pushing at his chest.

“Nick!” Dallas gasps, shocked at the way her boyfriend is acting.

“Back the fuck away from her,” Nick says although his words are slurred.

“We’re just talking, nothing more,” the guy claims.

“You had your fucking hands on her,” Nick responds, moving towards the guy again.

“We were taking a picture. We’re friends, you know? If you’re that worried about June, maybe you shouldn’t leave your girlfriend by herself,” the guys say with a cocky tone.

“Don’t call me June,” Dallas warns him. It’s not that she wouldn’t let anyone call her that because of Nick, it’s because she didn’t like to be called that by anyone besides Nick. There’s a big difference.

“Fuck you! She’s my girlfriend and only I can call her June,” Nick shouts, pushing at the guy once again.

Before Nick or the other guy can throw a swing, Luca and Rutger come hauling ass, pulling Nick away from the other guy. They all end up outside on the front lawn.

“Dude you need to calm down. You’ve been drinking and you need to go home,” Rutger says to the angered boy.

“What the hell is wrong with you!” Dallas shouts at Nick.

The hockey player is at a loss for words, not having ever heard his girl scream like that.

“Why are you trying to start fights? I thought you wouldn’t do anything to jeopardize your spot on the hockey team?” She berates him, but Nick feels like she’s taking the other guy’s side.

“Because of you!” Nick shouts back.

Dallas mouth closes, forgetting what she was about to say as her shoulder sag. She can’t believe he’s blaming this one her. It’s hurts.

“How could you just let him be all over you?”

“It wasn’t like that. You know I wouldn’t do that to you,” she mutters.

He shakes his head, his eyes red and Dallas doesn’t know if it’s because of the alcohol or tears.

“He was still all over you,” Nick brings up the guy again.

“My boyfriend, who’d rather be part of a pointless challenge, than touch me is mad. Mad that I was hanging out with some other guy. He’s just a friend and we were taking a damn picture! Let’s talk about how you’ve been ignoring me because you can’t have sex with me, or you’ll lose this damn challenge. How did I end up being the bad guy?” Dallas is practically in tears. Her whole face is red and her voice is starting to grow hoarse.

“You should be supporting me!” Nick has the audacity to say. His arms flail at his sides as if he’s so surprised that his girlfriend isn’t supporting this immature challenge.

“It’s a bullshit challenge! I’m the one feeling neglected and like you don’t even want me anymore, yet you want me to support you. Fuck off! And you know what, find your own damn way home!” She yelled, discreetly wiping away a few tears. She’s angry and wants him all at the same time, but she leaves without him. However, before she leaves, she makes sure Luca- who is sober- can take him home. She’d never put him at risk.

The next morning Dallas wakes up to a soft knock on her front door. She waits a couple minutes in bed, her head pounding from last night’s crying session. When she finally opens her door she comes face to face with Nick who wears a worried and saddened expression. She can see the darkness around his eyes and the way his lips are chapped. He clearly didn’t have no one to get him water last night. She feels bad, being that she’s usually the one nursing his hangover. He’s holding a takeout bag and a separate bag with Red Bulls, because he knows that she prefers that over coffee. Dallas moves to the side, allowing him to enter the door.

“Dallas, I’m sorry. Shit, I have been such a terrible boyfriend to you. I can’t take back what I did, but I am sorry. I brought you breakfast and an energy drink. I’m gonna head out, but I just needed to tell you that I’m sorry,” he pressed a kiss to her forehead, his wrist getting caught in his girl’s hand before he could walk away.

“Don’t call me Dallas ever again and don’t ever try to start a fight when you’re drunk. You have a lot of important things you can lose,” she whispers, her forehead resting on his collarbones.

“I know and I don’t ever want to lose you,” he admits, truthfully.

Dallas hides her shy smile, her hands rubbing up and down his back.

“I was talking about hockey.”

“You’re more important than hockey. I think I’d be able to live without hockey, but I know I wouldn’t be able to live without you,” he says.

“I’m sorry for flipping out on you. I was acting a little crazy,” she giggles, kissing his cheek.

“I deserved it.”

“Why didn’t you get yourself breakfast? Did you drink water last night?”

“Didn’t feel like eating and no. I didn’t even sleep,” he picks her up and lays them on her bed.

“Don’t do that to yourself. Now you have to stay here and nap with me. I’ll eat my food later.”

Dallas throws a leg over his waist, her hand caressing his cheek and she finally gives him a kiss on the lips.

“I want you,” is whispered against her lips, Nick’s lips trailing down her neck.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

He flips them over, Dallas on her back with him on his side but facing her. He pulls her lip between his, sucking a nipping at her. His fingers trace her collarbone, chills forming on Dallas’ skin as her breathing starts to get heavier. His hand trails down, pausing to massage her boobs then continuing down to her heat. He softly pulls her panties to the side- two fingers spreading her open and collecting her arousal. When he sinks his two fingers into her, her hips shoot off the bed, not having felt such pleasure in a while.

His thick fingers continue to push at her sensitive spot, spending waves of fire throughout her body. She tightens around him, hips softly and slowly bucking up to meet his thrusts. Everything starts to get hazy when she feels her orgasm crash down on her. Nick’s fingers wet and glistening. He brings his hand up to her lips, watching as she takes them into her mouth. If he wasn’t hard already, twirling her tongue around his digits would’ve done the trick. He pulls away, moving to be in between her legs. He kisses her like he’s trying to breathe her air. A soft moan bubbles in his throat when he gets a taste of her off her tongue. Pulling away once more, he rips off all his clothing before he’s pulling off her cami and ripping apart her panties.

“I missed you, missed you touching me,” she confesses.

His lips go back to hers, tugging on her bottom lip when her hands start to scratch at his back. She can feel his swollen, red tip poke at her entrance. Nick starts to kiss down her neck, sucking and flicking his tongue against her sweet spot. Her hands reach out to connect at his back just as her hips shoot off the bed, searching for any ounce of friction. Moving further down her body, his lips start to smatter kisses all over her chest until he finally decides to take one of her nipples into his mouth. Dallas can feel her body tingling each time his tongue laps at her or when his teeth gently tug on her nipple. He can feel the vibrations of her every moan rattling in her chest.

He grabs ahold of his cock, stroking himself before he’s gliding through her folds.

“Don’t tease me,” Dallas groans, her body wanting to arch up into his due to her lack of patience.

“Fuck, I don’t have a condom,” he says, head and shoulders sagging in disappointment.

“Screw the condom. We’re both clean and I want to feel all of you, please,” she begs, her hands pulling his body closer to hers.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

He finally thrusts inside of her, Dallas letting out a deafening moan at the way he stretches her. His pace is slow to begin with, letting Dallas get used to his width as he can still feel her clench around him. Dallas can feel herself grow wetter whenever Nick starts to roll his hips into hers, his fingers tracing the slight outline of his cock that appears in her lower abdomen. Her heat contracts around his length just at his soft touch.

“You see that, baby? That’s me fucking you so deep that you can feel me in your stomach,” he whispers in her ear, sucking her earlobe in between his lips.

“You’re mine, body and soul,” he whispers into her skin.

“And you’re mine. Mine, mine, only mine,” she chants, her body buzzing.

Dallas moans, her hands splaying over his entire back, her nails starting to dig deeper into his skin. She looks down, watching the way he sinks into her. The absurd sounds of her sopping pussy whenever he plunges into her, and the sight of her wetness collecting at the base of his cock. It’s enough to douse her in ecstasy. She feels like he’s touching every single one of her nerve endings.

The way his mushroomed tip catches onto each ridge of her slick walls, stimulating the muscles with each drag of his hips.

“Nicky, harder. Fuck me harder,” she begs in her raspy voice.

He moves his hands to her hips, lifting them off the bed as he starts drilling into her. Her mouth falls open, silent moans sitting at the seam of her lips. His tip repeatedly nudges her spongy spot until Dallas’ vision starts to blur. Her walls flutter around him and the knot in her stomach tightens. She starts to move her hips, meeting Nick thrust for thrust.

“Be a good girl and fuck yourself on my cock,” he instructs her, her hips still in his hands.

She bucks her hips up, her tight cunt sucking him in deeper. Nick grunts, feeling his orgasm start to seep into his bones. His pace speeds up, his hips pounding into her as she arches her back, head tilted back and hands fisting the sheets. She writhes around as sweet whimpers and mewls claw their way out of her throat.

She can feel the veins of his cock pulse inside of her. Her walls throb in reaction. Her eyes roll to the back of her head as the knot in her stomach unwinds, her body stiffening as she cums around him. Her body jumps when his finger circles her clit, his hips still moving as he fucks her through her orgasm.

Nick feels the familiar heated coil collapse, tipping him over the edge as he pulls out and jerks himself until his cum is landing on his girl’s stomach. Dallas reaches out for him, pulling his body on top of hers as they lay there boneless. She can feel his body shake even as they make out like horny teenagers.

“Wow,” she chuckles, wrapping her legs around his hips.

“I know. I don’t think I’ve ever orgasmed that hard before. That was intense. Are you feeling okay?” He brushes some of her hair away from her face, nuzzling his nose into her cheek.

“Yeah, baby, I’m good. How are you feeling? You’re still trembling,” she cards her fingers through his hair, pecking wherever she can reach on his face.

“I feel sleepy and content. You did so good,” he kisses her lips.

“Thank you for not going through with your no nut november,” she giggles, her body melting into the mattress and Nick following.

“I’d do anything for you, June bug,” he says, eyes shutting and his breaths evening out.

Dallas smiles, finally feeling satiated. Yeah, she’d do anything for him, too.

a/n: This was fun and hard to write, so I hope y’all enjoy it!!!

[sunshine-theseus]

Fantastic Mr Fox | Aggie Beever-Jones x reader

Word Count: 2.1k Summary: she's a cute girl and has impeccable movie taste Warnings: injuries, nothing else really. guys i love fantastic mr fox and wes anderson films, i have since i was like 4, so i love this fic. Request for - @realsociadadferminofan

Finally joining a team after being in their academy was something so unnecessarily terrifying. Joining a team after being in their rival’s academy, was possibly 10x worse.

Joining Chelsea from the Arsenal W.F.C. Academy was somewhat of an ultimate act of treason. I got DMs from Arsenal fans insulting me and calling me a traitor, ‘you’re not good enough anyway’. DMs from Chelsea fans were predominantly kinder, but I did receive a few ‘you don’t deserve to be here’ messages.

I had been sent on loan to Chelsea last season, straight out of the academy, which had been more accepted because it was seen as something I didn’t have a choice in. Now that I had officially signed with the Blues? Life was harder than it should be. I’m not particularly close with anyone yet, not thinking I was going to be staying around long enough for them to matter, and I’m having to compete to even play because of the diverse skills and experience of our players.

I met Aggie on the first day of training. I wasn’t expecting the number of new players that had joined me in signing over the summer or after the World Cup, and it was severely intimidating.

The person I could claim to be the closest to, was Niamh, which in turn meant I was some-what friends with Jessie, but the roommates had yet to arrive by the time I walked into the locker room, searching for my locker and number which had now been changed due to the apparent must for Mia Fishel to be 2 if she signed. I think I cried about it the day I found out. I had been number 2 since I was 4, clumsily kicking a ball around on horrid grass under gloomy skies, and I was forced to just give it away.

“You’re not number 2?” an unknown voice perks up beside me as I plonk down at my new cubby, the number ‘32’ looming over my head.

I turn to my left, and see a rather well put together blond, lacing up her boots. A new face, but seemingly kind. I tilt my head to the side as she looks up, having not answered the question.

“Sorry, I’ve followed you for a while. You’re always 2, aren’t you? You were last season.”

“Oh… I had to um, give it up. Mia made it a requirement to be number 2 if she signed. Didn’t even give me an option.”

“That’s pretty unfair, it’s special to you. I’m Agnes by the way. Everyone calls me Aggie.” She reaches out her hand for me to shake, which I gently do.

“Like from Fantastic Mr Fox! I’m Y/N.” I smile softly at her as I lace up my own boots.

“You know Fantastic Mr Fox?”

“It’s the best movie ever!”

“Right?!” she then pauses.

“Hey, so I don’t really know anyone here… could I stick with you?” Aggie rocks back and forth on the balls of her feet as she asks the question.

“For sure! I’m not super close with anyone yet, well I’m sort of close with Niamh and Jessie, but I’d love to stick together.” I hop up from my seat and begin to walk along side Aggie as we approach the field, the meeting room seemingly deserted to instead focus on introduction games that tie to our warmup.

~~~~~

It takes a month for me to realise I have a crush on Aggie. Neither of us having anything to do during the October/November international break except train while ¾ of the squad were out, meant a lot of time pretty much one on one. I tell Niamh straight away, the girl having become somewhat of a big sister to me, and she laughs and tells me most of the team already figured.

“Emma loves pairing you up to watch you stumble and blush.”

“What the fuck?!” the call doesn’t last much longer, as Aggie comes to collect me for our gym session, in which I am a very poor spotter for the girl as I gawk and blush as she rolls up her sleeves and lifts the weights.

~~~~~

Now a month after that, I’m sitting out altogether due to spraining my calcaneal tendon in the Champions League game against Madrid.

“This fucking suucks. Fuck Athenea. We were going to play our first ever game at Stamford Bridge together” Aggie pouts, leaning of the fence as I hobble into the seats behind the subs bench, plopping down next to Millie and Guro.

“I know. You have to score for me pretty please. And do a knee slide and give a heart when you get it.” I gingerly smile at her, and she dramatically rolls her eyes.

“Your wish is my command princess.” She jokingly gives a bow.

My mouth gaps open and closed and I feel my face burn as it’s overcome by a deep shade of red. Aggie chuckles and says goodbye before she heads back to the locker room, getting ready to start the game.

“You are down so fucking bad.” Millie teases and Guro hums in agreement.

“Am not!”

“She called you princess and you malfunctioned. It’s like your brain shuts down. You should ask her out.”

“What?! No way! She does not like me back.” The captain and the Norwegian stare at me, blinking once as their mouths drop open, scarily in sync.

“Man, if you can’t see how much she likes you, there is no hope.” Guro chuckles and turns back to the game that’s about to start.

Aggie scores in the 23rd minute. A pass from LJ sets her up and she easily puts the ball in the net. And as promised, she smoothly slides on her knees, making a heart with her hands as she glides along. She moves to take her place as they set up to start again but stops briefly and points to me with a toothy grin. It’s a small gesture to show who the goal was for, and I make a little heart in return.

“Okay! I’m fucked! Millie what do I do?” I frantically turn to the girls next to me as the whistle blows, the game continuing.

“You have to sweet talk her and like offer her your jacket or something. Honestly, she already likes you so don’t change your personality. That’s important. You got that? No changing yourself.” Millie pokes my chest.

“Aye aye captain.” I solute her before Guro adds on.

“And when you ask her out on a date, make sure it’s something you’ll both actually enjoy. Like you both love that weird fox movie, so watch that together or something.”

“Fantastic Mr Fox is much more than ‘that weird fox movie’. It’s the pinnacle of film. Wes Anderson is a fucking genius.” Guro raises her hand in fake surrender.

“Sorry.”

“But you’re right, that is a great idea. W- when do I ask her?”

“After the game.” The two older women simultaneously stress that it’s imperative I do it soon.

We win 5-1, and I rush as quickly as one can with crutches, onto the pitch to congratulate the team. I hug Niamh and LJ, talk to Emma, meet pretty much everyone, before I get to Aggie. She stands off to the side, talking to Sam and Guro, the latter spotting me and pulling Sam away to talk to god knows where.

Aggie is conveniently missing a jacket, so as I approach her, I shed my own and hold it out to her.

“You’re going to freeze.” She refuses, but I push it toward her again.

“Aggie, you’re shivering, take the coat.” Her fingers graze gently against mine and my stomach swells, my breath hitches.

“Thanks.”

“Hey… would you, maybe, you can say no, like to, I don’t know-”

“Spit it out.” She nudges me and giggles.

“Do you want to go on a date?” I rush out, avoiding looking her in the eyes, fearful of her rejection.

It’s silent. Well Aggie is silent.

“Forget i-”

“Yes. I really would like to go on a date with you.”

“Yeah?”

“Absolutely. What did you have in mind?”

~~~~~

“Now I've already had too much to drink, and I'm feeling sentimental, but I'm going to say something anyway, which nobody wants to admit, but I think is probably true: we beat 'em.” I glance at Aggie out of the corner of my eye, and I catch her wiping away a tear.

“Are you crying?”

“Nuh uh.”

“I cry 90% of the time during this speech it’s ok.” My hand inches toward Aggie’s that rests between us.

“It’s not even inherently sad Y/n. I’m just a baby.” She pouts at me as a single tear rolls down her cheek.

I take her hand, slotting my fingers between her’s. I wait for her to retract but she squeezes my hand, running her thumb against the back of it. I then turn my head, my eyes meeting her’s. The hazy blue irises bore into my own, drawing me closer. My other hand lifts to hold her cheek.

“Can I kiss you?” Aggie nods once and I lean in, our lips locking in a gentle kiss.

“Will you be my girlfriend?” her warm breath hits my lips, our foreheads pressed together. I respond by kissing her again.

~~~~~

We walk into training together. Not an unusual sight. The only difference is the short kiss we share before I turn on my crutches to head to the physio to have a check-up on my ankle. I’m stopped as I reach the locker-room doorway.

“No fucking way! You did it!” Millie comes barrelling toward me, wrapping an arm loosely around my neck in a headlock and ruffling my hair with the other.

I hear Aggie laugh and I jokingly glare back at her.

“Yes I did. Thanks to you. And Guro giving me the date idea by dissing Fantastic Mr Fox.”

“Guro what?!” Aggie exclaims. I smile and bid her goodbye.

~~~~~

“YOU’RE BACK!” I stumble as I catch Aggie on my back, the girls around us smiling and giggling as Emma sends a playful glare.

“Miss me? I was only gone a week.” Emma quickly separates us into pairs for a training exercise.

“More like forever. Why does your extended family live in Glasgow?” She takes a hold of my hand as we wait to be given a ball.

“My abuelita loves you if that makes you feel any better. And she’s never met you. It took her months to warm up to my sister’s husband.”

“Mmm, that does make me feel better, but a kiss would definitely help.” She perks her lips and I lean on my tippy toes to press my lips to her’s.

“Get a room!” Niamh calls out from across the field and I blush, hiding my face in Aggie’s neck as she wraps an arm around me. Everyone laughs before Emma sternly tells us to focus.

~~~~~

The time is slowly running out, we’re tied 1-1 and I get subbed on for Sam, joining Aggie on the front line. The 20 or so seconds tick down on the big screen as I run down the pitch, chasing Aggie, calling for the ball. She takes a shot on the goal but I notice the ball veering off course and rush forward. I jump, head making contact with the ball and body making contact with the goalkeeper before I fall to the ground.

I hear the crowd cheer but don’t move. My head aches but pain radiates across my shoulder and down my back. The whistle doesn’t blow even as I cry out, only once the final seconds pass. I feel hands pat my head, assuming I’m just exhausted. I eventually hear Aggie’s distinct voice break through the rest of the noise.

“WHY DIDN’T YOU STOP THE GAME? SHE DIDN’T GET UP SO YOU STOP THE GAME!” there are waves of outraged voices that echo around me, but I can’t do anything but cry and whisper Aggie’s name.

I begin to assess myself as I wait for someone, anyone, to come help. I can feel everything, but it hurts, I can move my fingers and my toes. My breathing is a little rough and my vision is blurred by my tears. I feel someone kneel beside me.

“Hey, hey I’m here are you ok?” I expect to hear my girlfriend’s voice but it’s Ann-Katrin.

“It all hurts. W- where’s Aggie.” I groan out as she strokes my hair out of my face.

“She’s coming. She was having a word with the ref. Asshole tried to card her. The medics and Emma are coming too.”

It takes forever to be assessed, and then I’m carried out on a backboard, Aggie holding my hand as we walk through the halls.

“Are you ok? Are you sure? Do you need anything?” She spits out question after question and I smile up at her.

“I’m okay, I’ve got you.”

“You really are a quote-unquote fantastic fox.” She grins at me and leans down to kiss my forehead.

“I want to quote Fantastic Mr Fox with you all the time.”

“You will. Once you fucking stop getting hurt.”

[muzicgenerator]

Hey, can I request an angst story with Bill and reader (the reader is female) abt crazy fans please? Like them (Bill and the reader) admitting somewhere (idk maybe in an interview for a magazine) that they almost broke up because of that (maybe reader's fanbase is known for being "too much" sometimes like following the reader everywhere, being so in love with her etc)

(Also could the story take place in the 2000s please?)

Goodbye 👋

i like this one im actually excited abt writing this one shot

btw im so sorry for late reply AHSJHFKDHDK please expect ill take like AT LEAST a week to answer yalls request bc im busy as hell w school 😭😭 love u guys pls understand

and again this aint entirely proof read

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Too Much?

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Pairing: Bill Kaulitz x Fem Reader

Genre: Angst, Mostly fluff

Warnings: Stalking, mention of nonconsensual touching, very embarrassing storytime from bill

Request Status: closed :(

✩°｡⋆⸜ 🎧✮ I'm Not Okay (I Promise) : My Chemical Romance

(Time set back in late November of 2007)

Being a famous actress since as a child was unbelievably tough.

You had worked so hard and expertly; you didn't even have time to spend your childhood properly.

Just at the age of 19 and you've finished numerous movies and series. A true self-made millionaire, really.

You and your ravenette boyfriend are currently doing an interview for a night show.

"So ____, wow! After a long pause from doing films you're finally gonna have one showing soon! How is it like? Being back and all; being the talk of the country."

In the past one and a half year you hadn't done any projects since you've decided to take a break for yourself. And now you're once again busy taping with film staff and directors for your new and upcoming Teenage Romance movie.

Rest assured it's not your typical boy-meets-girl or vice versa and they do sappy sweet stuff and get together kind of film; it has its own uniqueness that will surely be called as "One of 2000s greatest Teen Romance movies of all time."

"Oh, I feel great Hanna. I had a deserving break and I'm back to doing one of the things I love most. I'm even happier because I got my lover and his band to sing the theme song for the movie." You truthfully answered and chuckled by the end of your statement.

"How about you Bill? How are things with your band?" Hanna included Bill to the conversation.

At that, he smiled politely. "Everything's great with us y'know, we're still together and all. Which I'm grateful for."

After a few more minutes for pep talk; the blonde interviewer finally decided to get onto the exciting part of the show.

"And now, for the moment we've all been waiting for! Dunk Tank!" Hanna smiled widely at the selected crowd.

"Where in this game; you will pick someone from the crowd who will accompany you with this game.

Your selected teammate will ask any question they want; to which you will answer, and if you don't want to then they'll get a chance to throw a ball on the target. Where if they hit it, you'll fall down the tank."

Hanna excitedly announced despite having done this for the nth time.

"____ and Bill, play Rock, Paper, Scissors to see who goes first."

You knew you'd beat Bill since every single time you played it - he'd miserably lose.

"Oh, I'm confident in winning this one!" you proudly say.

"Just because you've beat me all the other times we played this, doesn't mean I'll lose now!" Bill accepted your challenge and laughed.

He was right. He won for the very first time.

"Oh my God! Did I seriously win?!" your black clothed boyfriend exclaimed.

"I only let you win this time because I felt sorry." you playfully rolled your eyes with a smirk.

"Whatever, I'm gonna choose now." he giggled and stepped closer to the crowd.

His fan girls were screaming at the top of their lings, begging to be chosen by him.

No, you weren't jealous. Not one bit. Sometimes Bill would even complain about you not being possessive of him from time to time and would think you're not as in love as he thought.

It's cute, really. Then you'll show him how much you love him through actions rather than words.

Bill chose a girl who seemingly looked two or three years younger.

The joyous girl screamed in surprise; "Oh my god! What?! Me??! SERIOUSLY??"

It made Bill giggle, "Yes, you! Now get down here!"

A body guard helped the girl down; and when she was no longer at the stairs she rushed Bill to hug him but abruptly stopped. "Hi oh my god you're more beautiful up close! Can I hug you?!" she says excitingly.

It made your heart flutter just how kinder your boyfriend's fans are compared to yours.

To say your fan base is crazy is an understatement. Many would harass you through nasty words or touching you with no consent; it didn't matter if they did that out of how much they "love" you, it was still disgusting.

"Um, yeah. Sure!" he hesitantly looked at you; his eyes asking for permission. To which you subtly nodded.

Again, your heart melted by how he's making sure you're okay with it. Honestly, you very much understood that being famous would mean people wanting to hug you or any form of physical contact. Plus, it's not like you can say no to Bill from hugging a fan; you'd be a scandal. And you knew Bill wouldn't have any other choice as well.

He wrapped an arm over her shoulders while she fully embraced him. Okay, you're a teensy bit jealous especially by the way she's holding him like he's her man.

But that was soon washed away when she turns to you.

"Hi! What's your name sweetie?" Hanna asked and put a mic on her mouth.

"My name is Pauline!"

Before Hanna could say anything further, Pauline beat her to it.

"____!! I'm such a big fan of you too! I've been watching your movies since forever." saying she's over the moon is definitely an understatement! This will definitely be a core memory.

Almost immediately you wrapped your arms around her back and squeezed her. This girl is definitely one of the most respectable and sweetest fan you've ever met.

Was it really low? Yes.

The audience cheered by how sweet you and Bill had been to the girl and by how jealous they were.

As Bill and Hanna chattered about God knows what; the girl leaned closer to you in order to ask a favour which no one can hear.

"Can I ask you to shout out my brother? He has a huge crush on you!"

"Sorry darling but we're in the middle of a show right now. How about later I ask the staff to send you to the backstage? Then I'll give him my magazine with an autograph, and if you have a camera with you - you can video me saying hi to him!" you came up with a resolution.

Was it over the top? You didn't know and you didn't care. You're just fleeting with joy by how this girl isn't like any other of your fans.

"Seriously? You'd do that for me and my brother?" she gasped.

"Well, yeah. I mean it's not always that I have such nice interactions with people who are a fan."

"Okay lovebirds what are you two talking about there?" Hanna teased with a smirk and Bill playfully pouted.

"Nothing, nothing" you laughed and held Bill's arm as the crowd laughed and cheered.

"If you say sooo." she replied. "Alright, your turn to pick!"

You carefully looked around the crowd and walked five steps of the stairs to get a better view of the people on the back. A fifteen year old boy was holding a banner stating "Bill's No.1 Boy", it was cute, really. So you planned to steal your boyfriend's fan! (this a joke dont hate reader pls)

"The ginger at the back with the banner please." you said to the mic.

The boy squeeled in delight and threw his banner somewhere before running down to you. Your arms opened for an embrace which he immediately jumped into.

"What's your name?" you put the mic to his mouth as you both carefully went down the stairs and back to the stage.

"Sam, I'm Sam! My name is Sam!" his rather high pitched voice said.

"Okay, Sam. I know you're Bill's fan so I'm gonna have to steal you, that okay?"

"Hey, no fair!" Bill patted the boy's head and shot a smile at him.

This moment for him is definitely a core memory and will brag about it to every living human he sees.

"Now, who wants to go first in the tank?" Hanna asked.

"I'll do it" Bill says excitingly.

They agreed and the staff helped him get up. Once he were seated and adjusted in the circular surface; he challenge you.

"Ask a good one!"

"Ohohoo, we definitely will!" you smirked.

You turn to Sam and ask him without the mics near your faces; "What're you gonna ask your idol?"

"Oh uhmm, I don't really know." he says bashfully.

"Maybe his most embarrassing moment?"

"That'll work, definitely." you smile supportively and fist bumped him.

"Bill, you read?!" Hanna exclaimed.

"Born ready!!"

"Alright Sam, ask away!"

"What's the most embarrassing thing that's happened to you?" Sam asked with twinkles in his eyes.

"Oh, definitely when me and ____ weren't dating yet; she threw a sleepover party and she invited me and my mates, and there were three bathrooms, right? The three were being used and in one of those bathrooms it was Tom using it, and I had to rush him because I really needed to take a shit, like I couldn't hold it any farther!

So he went out really pissed and I pushed him off the door and quickly shut it and went right into business."

Bill paused and tried to compose himself as the crowd started to get louder.

"And when I washed and pushed the flush button - It wouldn't flush! So I got really scared because I just shit in my crush's toilet and I can't let anyone know that I'm the one who did it. So i looked around and saw a pack of pads so I took one of them; and forced myself to dip my hand down to grab it and I almost puked!

I look around and see there's no trash bin. So I panic again, and eventually decided I'll just rush down to throw it in the garbage in her garage. I quickly make a run for it and almost bumped into ___"

He now covered his hands in shame and embarrassment. "And she saw the pad in my hand! So she asked me like, 'Is that a pad?' and I'm like yes and so she asks whose it is...... and I said it's mine....."

You know of this story long ago; and it just gets better and better whenever you think or hear of it.

The audience and interviewer roared with laughter; as well as the staff behind and securities who tried to contain their smiles.

"I wish I never asked!" Sam wiped his tears from laughing too hard.

"Get down here Bill! That was too much!" Hanna's cheeks started to hurt, "Sorry to the viewers who are eating."

Bill went down immediately and squeezed the living life out of you. He does this whenever he's feeling embarrassed or nervous, and calls it his "Physical Support" from you.

"You should've let yourself get thrown in the water!" you giggled and hugged him back before he pulled away with a red face.

"Next goes ____!"

Once you were seated and made yourself comfortable on the seat; you tell them you're ready.

It was Pauline's turn to question whatever she wishes. "____, what do you think of your fans?"

She asks sincerely; she must've noticed something by the way you're like to your fan base and to Bill's. A part of you wished she hadn't asked but you've been dying to let the creepers out there know that whatever they'd been doing to you for a long long time - greatly affects you, especially as a young stat growing up in this sort of industry.

You rarely held any meet and greet, rarely had photos with fans where you look actually comfortable and where they weren't touching your waist or hips or near your ass - and ones where you do look comfortable it was mostly with girls or kids, which was not as often as when you do with the rest; who are pedophiles and creepy boys.

Of course you've always been nice when interacting with them; you didn't want to be rude and only wanted to be kind.

Definitely, there were times when you couldn't take it and couldn't do anything about it - other than cry and complain in your lover's arms.

You're forever thankful to have someone like him; he'd always listen to whatever you say and support everything you do.

Not realising; you zoned out quite a bit and snapped out of it when Bill called out your name with worry that he's trying to mask from everyone.

"Oh-, well, obviously I love them so much, if it weren't for them I wouldn't have succeed this much - of course the people who helped me get up in this industry as well.

I truly do appreciate their love and support, seriously. But quite the number of them are uh, how do I say this." you nervously chuckled as everyone listened intently to the tea you're telling.

"Crossing my boundaries? Yes, uh- that." you say not quite satisfied with the word you chose. It was evident that it's worse than just that but the safest.

"We all know people would cross it by taking unsolicited pictures of you, that's given because you're a celebrity, but are there some other ways they would? If you don't mind me asking of course." Hanna carefully asked.

You smiled softly, "Well a few have stalked me to my house - which I dunno how the hell they did so and took pictures of me and they'd send it to me and tell me how they thought of me. Some leave love letters, flowers, food in front of my gate, sent death threats to my exes when I was dating them and even now to my Bill." you left the worse parts out since you didn't want half of the world to be talking about your most private part of life. What you're even telling them now is a whole lot.

"Wow.. we all knew your fan base could get a bit crazy judging from all the videos we see and the news, but not by this much!" Hanna says empathetically.

"It happens, I guess." you try to laugh it off. However, Bill looked at your hues with his that sent the message of "Are you okay?"

In which yours replied with "I'm not okay."

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The game went on a for it was Pauline's turn to the dunk tank, then Sam's.

You continued your cheery self through the whole taping and told yourself you'll regret what you said later in your dressing room. Bill kept his distance close to you and would caress your hand or shoulder as a sign of support - as well as slipping a "How're you holding up?" every now and then.

If there were billions of ways to show gratitude to this man; you'd do every single one of it to him.

After the agonizing show was over; you and Bill kissed Hanna's cheeks as a goodbye and thank you. To which she said back to you both as well and wished to see you soon.

As you made your way to the dressing room in silence with your fingers intertwined with Bill's; you abruptly stop in your tracks.

"I almost forgot I have to sign a magazine for Pauline!"

Your lover looked confused for a second "What? Why?"

"I kinda promised Pauline I'll just sign a magazine for her brother because she asked me to shout him out while taping." you let a small huff and loosened your grip on your boyfriend's slender hand. "How about I'll see you later in the van? You can wait for me there instead if I haven't been back by five minutes."

Bill smiled, "Of course sweetheart, I'll see you later. Love you." he pecked your lips and lovingly looked into your eyes for a moment before heading to his dressing room.

Quickly; you asked a staff to bring Pauline to your dressing room to give her an autograph - to which they agreed to. Thankfully.

While they did that, you strided to your room and grabbed your magazine and marker - which immediately after doing so, a knock was heard on your door.

You hand held the paper as the other gripped the violet ink marker. When you did, you were greeted by a Pauline smiling widely with a camera on her right hand.

"Hi!" she says excitingly.

You greet back and quickly hugged her, "I see you have a camera with you."

"Oh, yes, uhm.. I was wondering if i can take a video of you signing an autograph? So my brother would believe me that it really is from you." she nervously giggled. "I might or might now have pranked him once by giving him a fake autograph."

"Yeah, sure. What's your brother's name?" you say softly.

"It's Percy." she answers as she readies her camera.

"Alright, is it rolling?" you ask with a smile on your face. Pauline says yes with a grateful smile; grateful for being how considerate and kind you are.

"Hi Paul! So I heard from your sister that you're a fan? Too bad you didn't come with her." you looked behind the camera to Pauline.

"And I heard she gave you a fake autograph of mine? Well now, you're getting a real one, and this is the proof." you say still giggling as you signed the magazine.

"There, and keep the pen. I gotta go now, bye and love you!" you say as you waved goodbye and gave your iconic kiss blow alongside a wink.

Once Pauline returned the camera back to her bag; she immediately thanked you.

"I'm serious - thank you thank you sooo much! And uh.. I'm really sorry if what I asked earlier was too personal. I really am. I was just curious and didn't thoroughly before it slipped my mouth." she noticed the change of the atmosphere long ago. Even if she's just fifteen, she knew how to read the room well.

"Aw, sweetie.. it's nothing." you pat her shoulder, "It's fine I tell ya, also I better get going - you should too, it'll get dark in just two hours. Bye bye and stay safe!" you wave goodbye as she still exclaimed thank you's as she walked backwards towards the exit.

(that footage is definitely gonna go viral after many years)

In a light speed; you gathered your essential belongings and had your personal assistant help you carry your other belongings to the van; to which Bill noticed through the windows that you're carrying back pack and a purse and immediately helped you despite having it under perfect control.

He opened the door for you and let you in first before him and closed the door. Your personal assistant sat in the passenger seat next to the driver, while you and your beloved were at the very back despite the space up front.

You rested your head on his shoulder and he put his above yours while he held your hand with both of his; tracing every outline, massaging it, and kissing it once in a while.

"R'you okay now?" Bill mumbled and kissed your head.

"Yes, hon. I'm great actually.. thanks so much for being there, I love you so much." you turn your head to face his and pecked his lips.

"I love you more than you'll ever know, I'm glad you're okay." he smiled genuinely and kissed you deep and passionate.

You returned to your head's original position and fell to sleep; not caring if tomorrow, you'll be the town's talk.

[cinnamontoastcrunch-15]

The Quiz

I've recently become obsessed with The Dandy Lyon Club, so have this stupid oneshot based on one of their videos

They're just sitting in James and Lily's house, the first time all together in months, when she says it.

Sirius is resting against Remus, Remus' arm around him, with his feet in James' lap. Lily glances away from her conversation with Marlene, catches the sight, and it seems to provoke a question.

"Hey, Sirius?" The three of them turn to her, mostly surprised that she's asking Sirius a question, not Remus. "Who d'you reckon knows you better? James or Remus?"

"Oh, uh..." Sirius considers it carefully for a moment, and Remus watches him with a smile. "You know, I have no clue. What do you guys think?" He glances between his best friend and his boyfriend, but they both shrug.

"I don't think I've ever thought about it," Remus says casually, half expecting that to be the end of it.

"No, wait, I'm curious now," Sirius says with a smile, and Remus can already feel the dregs of a scheme dawning on his boyfriend. A scheme he probably won't want to be a part of. "How can we figure it out?"

"A quiz," Marlene says without missing a beat. "A competition between Remus and James."

"Oh, we don't need to-" James starts, but it's already decided amongst the rest of their friends.

"That's a brilliant fucking idea!" Mary says brightly, and Remus wants to facepalm. He honestly doesn't care if James knows more about Sirius, because he loves Sirius. That's all he really cares about. Still, it's clearly not up to him or James.

That's how they find themselves still at the house at three in the morning, Remus and James sat either side of Sirius on a sofa. Peter, Mary, Lily and Dorcas are sat on the floor, Marlene in an armchair beside the sofa, parchment in hand. Apparently, she had written all of the questions, and Sirius just had to confirm who answered correctly. Lily's been put in charge of points, holding a quill and a journal. Remus still doesn't see the point in it, but at least his friends seem to be enjoying themselves. Besides, it could be fun. Maybe.

"Okay, I have ten questions. They're going to get progressively harder, and both of you have to give an answer before Sirius reveals what the correct answer is," Marlene explains. Remus and James both nod, and Marlene wastes no time in launching into her first question. "Number one: when is Sirius' birthday?" Remus breathes a disbelieving laugh.

"The third of November, everybody knows that," Remus says, and James nods in agreement.

"Yeah, the third."

"Marlene, that was a bit too easy," Sirius says with a chuckle.

"Don't worry, I'm just getting started," she answers with a smile.

Yeah, that doesn't exactly fill Remus with confidence.

The next few questions leave them tied because, again, who doesn't know basic shit like Sirius' middle name?

"Right, question five: who's Sirius' favourite relative? Not including Regulus," she adds quickly, and-

Oh.

Okay, yeah, that's tricky.

"...Andy?" James tries, and Remus knows they have a better chance of figuring it out if they guess two different names.

"Er... Alphard."

"James is right, Andy's the best one," Sirius says, pointing briefly to James while he laces his fingers through Remus'.

"Finally! Okay, James is a point ahead. Question six: which Hogwarts Professor would Sirius shag?" Sirius snickers, and Remus just frowns, confused.

What the fuck are these questions? How can they get harder than a literal guessing game? He and James guess dutifully, though.

"Slughorn."

"Dumbledore."

"Guys, come on," Sirius says disbelievingly. "Kettleburn, obviously!"

"Padfoot, that makes no sense!" James argues.

"Right, since Remus needs a chance to even the playing field again," Marlene interjects quickly, "sorry James, the next question is an easy one for Remus."

That doesn't exactly fill Remus with confidence.

"Alright! Question seven: when was the last time Sirius had sex?"

"Oh, that's not-" Sirius starts, but James doesn't waste a second in answering.

"Last week."

Hold on.

For a second, Remus is at a loss for words. Namely because James is right.

"...yeah. Yeah, last week. That was- James, that was a very quick answer," he says, more than a little concerned and having forgotten that most of his friends are present. "Why does he know that?" He asks Sirius, who just shrugs.

"I don't really think before I speak," he answers simply.

"I was just expressing concern," James says innocently, eyes meeting Remus'. "Y'know, a whole week-"

"Oh, fuck right off, you know full well why it's been a week! It was the full!" He argues, and he can see Sirius laughing beside him. "Can we move on?" Remus asks, turning to Marlene, who's clearly trying to avoid laughing herself. She nods, eyes flicking back down to her parchment.

"Okay, right, uh..."

She doesn't get the next question out before she dissolves into laughter, and before Remus even knows what has happened, they're all laughing with her. Sirius drops his face into Remus' shoulder for a moment, and Remus just wraps an arm around his waist.

Something tells him that the quiz is over.

[reggies-floatie]

Young Love- Derek Hale X Vampire!Reader

Summary: What if instead of Derek falling for Paige when he was younger, he fell for Y/N?

After Y/N randomly left Beacon Hills leaving a young teenage Derek Hale confused and frustrated, she finally returns after a few years, grown and the new history teacher of Scott and the rest of his pack.

Warning: pure filth, enemies to lovers to strangers to lovers again, switch Derek, a bit of angst and smut and fluff, oral male and female receiving, breast worship, and so on…

Enjoy my beautiful readers-

November 7th, 2004

Sitting alone in the music room, practicing my piano trying to focus I hear this bouncing? Fed up with it, I go out to see who’s making all this noise, the second I enter the hallway I make direct eye contact with the one and only, Derek Hale.

“You mind playing basketball somewhere else?” I say clearly agitated,

“Why would I do that?” The arrogant voice of the Hale boy rings against my ears.

“Because idiot, i’m trying to practice” I state through gritted teeth, my eyes glaring at the raven haired boys.

“ooh looks like we’ve got a feisty girl on our hands boys” he says grinning,

Not wanting to play into his games I roll my eyes and shut the door of the music room, praying that the music from the piano drowns out the idiotic boys in the hallway.

After that interaction, about a week later I’m sat at my usual lunch table with my friends Paige and Grace comparing our test answers for history when all of a sudden Paige looks up and smiles, she grabs Grace and quickly their off. Confused, I look up to see the Hale boy walking towards me, that same cocky grin on his face that he had earlier in the week.

“What do you want Hale.” I say rolling my eyes,

“Just wanted to say I think you look gorgeous today, Y/N”

I choke on my milk, “Sorry?” I ask my face heating up,

“You heard me, Cmon Y/N let’s go on a date” He says confidently,

“Yeah i’m good” I say confused but flattered, “is this some kinda sick joke?”

“Why would i be joking?” Derek says with raised eyebrows, I reluctantly agree on going on the date, little did I know what Id be getting myself into.

After our first date, we would use any excuse to see each other and by seeing eachother, I really mean going into empty classrooms and dark hallways to makeout with eachother until we lost our breath. We were whipped for eachother.

That is until my uncle Alaric called me, he sounded really worried, something was going on with his wife, my aunt and he thought i could help. I had no time to say goodbyes to anyone not Paige or Grace. Not even Derek. Little did I know, me going to Mystic Falls would lead to me becoming what my uncle was sacred of, what he hunted. A vampire.

September 8th, 2012

“Good morning class! My name is Ms. Y/L/N, I’ll be your new history teacher!” I happily speak out, “I hope to get to know each and everyone of you lot very well! I know you all probably don’t want to be here given history is the most boring subject” I say using my fingers as air quotations for the last part.

“But i hope you know i’m trying my very best to make this class enjoyable, I’m not one to give out homework, and i’ll always try to give you as much class time as i can to help you guys, so please if you’ve got any questions i’ll be more than happy to help you guys.” I say making eye contact with a boy with a buzz cut, i can tell he’s going to need help.

The year started our lovely, that is until this blonde girl, Erica, waked into class looking as confident as ever, it was a good look on her don’t get me wrong, but i could tell by her smell that she was a wear wolf. As the year started I could tell who was and wasn’t aware of the supernatural world. the people who I knew that know about it were, Scott McCall, Allison Argent, Stiles Stillinski, Erica Reyes, Issac Lahey, and Boyd. I’m sure some others knew but those were my main suspects. There was this one kid, Matt I knew he was up to something i just didn’t know what.

I was going to sub in for Mr. Harris as he randomly didn’t show up and the school didn’t have any substitutes that could come in last minute, so as any good teacher would I rushed over, as i walked in I heard Scott and Stiles whisper about how Derek Hale is trying to expand his pack. Hearing this I stiffened my back and coughed to get the student’s attention. I made direct eye contact with scott and with that, he knew that I knew about him and his friends.

Given that the class was the last of the day, when the bell rang i started writing notes for Mr.Harris when none other than the trouble duo came up to my desk, “Need help?” I ask not looking up from my paper at the two.

“you know about us.” Scott says, his heart rate rising, “are you a wolf too?” the boy with the buzz cut butts in,

“something like that.” I say finishing my notes, “what is it you were saying about derek hale?” I ask, standing up.

Me being impatient, I compelled the two boys into telling me everything they know, once they are done, we chat for a bit more before i’m off. I’m about to get in my car when I notice a tire in flat. I turn around as i’m greeted with Issac claws out pointed at me.

“Hello Mr. Lahey” I speak up, with a calm voice.

“What did something like that mean?” He asks, that sly fucker listened into my conversation with Scott and Stiles,

“Vampire, blood sucker, you know whatever they call us these days.” I say shrugging, “what’s it to you?” I ask the boy, when suddenly it clicks, he thinks i’m the Kanima,

“you sure?” he asks, “I need you to come with me”

“I’m your teacher Issac, me getting into your car would be highly inappropriate.” I know for a fact issac doesn’t care and he won’t leave till i do so with that i get into the passenger seat.

After a quiet drive and a few empty threats, we show up to a loft type place? slowly walking behind him we get a these big doors to which he opens, “Derek, I think we found our Kanima” issac says out loud to which i scoff. he can’t be serious.

“derek’s out right now with boyd but he’ll be back” Erica states, “Ms. Y/L/N?” she says confused as me and isaac walk in,

“Hey Erica” I say with a smile unbothered by the situation, “for reference i’m not the Kanima but i’m glad you guy’s thought of me” I say a smile plastered on my face.

“only. a kanima would say that” Issac says with a scoff, suddenly he cuts me with something normally i would care and it would heal, but i let out a scream, that little shit has vervain. I fall to the ground holding my wound.

What feels like two hours which is really ten minutes go by when Erica and Issac stand up at the opening door. In walks in boyd, with Derek Hale in all his glory,

Boyd is the first out of the two to notice me, “Ms. Y/L/N? holy shit are you ok?” he asks, the second my last names leaves his mouth derek looks up, there he is, the boy who i fell in love with then abandoned.

“don’t, she’s the kanima.” erica says her eyes glowing at me,

“If i was the kanima I don’t think vervain would take me down but here we are” i say, the veins under my eyes showing as well as my fangs,

“Y/N?” Derek says looking at me, “you three get out of here” he says looking at his pack members,

“but-“ is safe starts but is cut off,

“she’s not the Kanima.” he says his red eyes glowing at the three, and with that, they leave,

i try to muster the energy to move, or to even thank him but it’s cut short as a shooting feeling of pain hits me, causing me to scream, worried, derek runs over “how can i help you?” he asks looks at the wound,

“blood. i need blood and fire.” i says throwing my head back in pain, derek runs off and comes back with a blow torch and his claws out,

“her i got fire and you can use my blood” he says starting at his once girlfriend,

“fuck that, i’m not feeding off you, i’ll kill you” i say looking him in the eyes, but everyone knows derek hale is the most stubborn person ever. “it’s going to feel weird but when it gets too much tell me okay?” i say as he nods. with that i close my eyes as my fangs come out and i sink them into his neck, tasting the blood in my mouth sent a sense of euphoria to come over me, and i think him too as he lets out a sudden groan, after a little bit i pull back as i grab the torch and i burn the vervain out of me. the pains too much for me so i pass out, the world going black.

I wake up to the smell of coffee and the sun shining into the room, i’m on a mattress and i’m wearing a large shirt which i assume is derek’s, i groan and sit up only to meet the gorgeous green eyes i once yearned to see. “hey” i mutter weakly,

“where we’re you all this time?” derek says handing me a cup of coffee,

“I was with my uncle, in Mystic Falls, i became a vampire just a little while after i came there, that’s why i never came back i was scared that if you saw me like, we’ll you know, that you wouldn’t love me anymore.” i say looking down at the floor, “i was ashamed derek, and i feel so bad” i say finally meeting his gaze,

“how’d you die.” he asks, sadness in his voice,

“it was either me or my sister who had to die, so i took the step forward and here i am” I say a weak smile on my face. the rest of the day is spent with me and derek catching up, the things we missed, i never thought that seeing him and the conversation we had would lead to him, laying down on the mattress half naked, with me in top of him making out. hey, maybe old habits really do die hard.

I let out a small moan as his hands wrap around me and unclip my bra, “derek” i moan as one of his hands goes to my breast and the other goes into his mouth, i don’t think i’ve ever felt this good holy shit, his mouth moves from my boob to my neck, which leads to him flipping me over and removing my pants and underwear, his hand finds my clit as he plays with it, leaving little figure 8’s making me moan, the other hand goes to his pants and with one hand he pulls them off, he kissed my mouth, then my neck, then my breasts to my stomach then to my mound, my hands go straight to his hair as his skilled tongue draws patterns on my clit to my entrance, the feeling is so divine and i feel as if i’m about to come when he stops,

he draws a whine out of me, “calm down my girl, i want you to come around my cock” he says stroking his member.

i close my eyes as he enters me, and shock of pain and pleasure erupts through my body as he slowly starts moving. his pace gets rougher and rougher as we both start moaning louder and louder, I flip him over as i started riding him, pinning his hands above his head, i bite my lip and let my head fall against his chest as this new position is the one to send me over the edge, i feel my stomach start to tighten as i finally let my release go, clenching around derek

“oh fuck” i hear him slip out as he comes inside of me, completely emptying himself. I drop next to him as he holds me close, “stay with me this time?” he says staring into my eyes,

“of course” i say smiling.

later that day i changed into better clothes, i saw derek standing behind the kitchen island washing the counter, i walked over and kissed him.

as i pretended to drop something, he laughs it iff but it’s stuck in his throat as he feels my hand palm him, i pull down his sweats and start massaging him with a grin, “you dont need to.” he starts but i just smile as i take him in my mouth.

he lets out a moan as his hand goes behind my head pushing me further down his large cock, this man had to be atleast 9 inches, i continue to deepthroat him as i hear the door open, hearing that mixed with the voice of erica and issac only make me keep going i can tell derek is annoyed that they came here, but i know he’s happy that i’m continuing.

they walk into the room and start talking to him, i reach my hand to fondle his balls as he lets out a chocked growl and i feel something shoot down my throat, suddenly i hear issac stop talking, “oh shit derek” he says laughing as he realizes what happened, quickly he leave pulling erica behind him, her still being confused,

i stand up and kiss his lips, with a smirk, me coming back is going to be so fun.

Hey gang! sorry i haven’t posted in a while, i’ve has loads going on omfg. sorry if the words are wrong, not only am i on the phone but english isn’t my first language. i hope you enjoyed and make sure to send requests.

muah muah -Bailey

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Joe Seeks Advice & Comes Home to Something Nice…

•pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

•series summary: Y/N Y/L/N moved to Cincinnati, Ohio for a new start. Move in day arrives and she discovers something terrible...the apartment complex gave her the wrong lease. Instead of living with who she originally was supposed to, she's now living with the hottest quarterback in the NFL, Joe Burrow. Y/N is stuck living in the same apartment with him for a year...which the two are not thrilled about. However, as time goes on, they realize that maybe this wasn't the worst thing that could happen to them. Will Y/N and Joe stay enemies, or will they find themselves falling in love?

•chapter summary: Joe struggles as practice and seeks advice from his teammates, then he comes home to a nice surprise…

•word count: 2.8k

•warnings: language, mentions of sex, angst, suggestive content, uhhh kind of a cliffhanger? (not really though)

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November 17, 2022

Joe's Pov:

"Burrow!" Coach Taylor snapped, "what the hell was that!?"

I let out a frustrated sigh, "Sorry coach."

"Don't be sorry, make the damn pass!"

"Yes sir." I mumbled as I re-adjusted my helmet.

I haven't been my best today at practice. I'm missing easy throws and not making plays that would win us the game—if this was a game, that is. I was growing frustrated with myself and I could tell Coach Taylor was too.

I dropped back to pass the ball, lofting it into the air and hoping it would be a complete pass.

"Shit," I mumbled under my breath. I overthrew Ja'Marr by mere inches. I watched as Coach Taylor dropped his hands to his knees and give me a look of disappointment. Coach Taylor blew his whistle and then groaned angrily. I think if I was any closer to him he would reach out and strangle me.

"Burrow! What is going on!?" He yelled, starting to walk towards me.

I took my helmet off with a sigh. I ran my free hand through my hair that was damp with sweat. I shook my head, "I've just got a lot on my mind."

Zac sighed and put a hand on my shoulder, "You alright Joe?" He asked lowly. That's one of the things I love about having Zac as a coach. Even if he was pissed off at me for missing throws, he always cared about how I was feeling. Zac was willing to help out all of his players and their families in any way he possibly could.

My lips formed in a straight line as I nodded. I can't tell him what's on my mind though.

He sighed and pat my shoulder, "Why don't you take a break. I'll run some defensive drills instead. You get some water, talk to the guys, do whatever you have to do to get out of your head, got it?"

I nodded, "Thank you coach." I smiled gratefully at him and grabbed my gatorade water bottle before jogging off the field. I heard Zac blow his whistle and shout out that they were going to be running defense for the rest of practice as I filled the bottle up.

"Whew," Tee whistled, leaning his arm on the large water jug, "you're havin' quite the day, man."

"That obvious, huh?"

Tee let out a laugh, "Yeah."

I closed the lid to my water bottle and walked over to the sidelines where Ja'Marr, Tyler, and Evan were standing around and watching practice. I let out a big sigh as I stopped next to Ja'Marr.

"What's got you in such a slump?" Ja'Marr asked, crossing his arms and looking over at me.

I shrugged, "Just got a lot on my mind, s'all."

Tyler and Evan nodded, while Tee narrowed his eyes at me.

"What?" I asked, giving him a confused look.

"Well what's on your mind?"

I shrugged again, "Nothing."

"Oh come on," Ja'Marr said, placing a hand on my shoulder, "Joe, man, its not nothin'."

"Yeah," Sam said, jogging over to us out of breath, "last time it was 'nothing', it really wasn't nothing." Logan followed behind him, his chest heaving from the workout Zac had just put them through.

It's true. The last time I said it was "nothing" when I had extremely rough practices like I was having today, I was going through a breakup. The guys gave me great advice while I was going through that, so I'm hopeful they'll be able to help me through my current situation.

"You mad cause you're not gettin' any?" Tee asked, making Ja'marr laugh.

"That's it for sure." He said, the two of them a giggling mess.

I rolled my eyes, "I get plenty, thank you. Unlike you two."

Tyler laughed, "Ja'Marr's alleged baby mamas say otherwise."

A choruses of "ooooo's" sounded out among our group.

"Nah man, you didn't have to go there." Ja'Marr said, shaking his head at everyone's reactions.

Tyler chuckled and punched Ja'Marrs arm, "You know i'm just jokin'. I said mama's, I should've just said mama."

"Oh my god."

Evan shook his head, "Okay, okay. Enough about Ja'Marr and his baby mamas."

"Thank you shooter."

Evan just nodded and gave Ja'Marr a closed lip smile. I fiddled with my thumbs before I sighed and spoke up.

"I need advice."

"What's up Joe?" Sam asked.

"Aren't you two supposed to be out on the field?" Tee asked, pointing between Sam and Logan.

Logan shrugged, "Yeah, but we've got a water break. Make this quick and Zac won't even notice we're gone."

Everyone turned their attention to me.

"It's about Y/n."

"Oooh, now you've got my attention." Ja'Marr smirked.

"Dear god." Sam breathed out. I rolled my eyes at Ja'Marr. He's my best friend but sometimes...he can get on my nerves. Ever since Y/n has been my roommate, Ja'Marr has been talking about her nonstop. Even when she was going out with Evan, Ja'Marr still talked about her.

Logan rolled his eyes too before turning to me.

"What is is about her?"

"I need advice."

Evan smiled, "We can try to help. I've got some experience with her."

Sam looked at Evan with wide eyes. Evan shook his head as a blush appeared on his cheeks.

"Not like that."

"Oh," said Sam, "I was about to say, when did that happen?"

Evan chuckled, "Yeah. Y/n and I never got there, we agreed we're better off as friends."

Logan smiled, "I'm glad y'all are on good terms."

"Me too." Evan said with a smile, "Now enough about Y/n and I. Joe," he gave me a look, urging me to continue.

I sighed, "I don't even know where to begin."

It's true. I don't know where to start because there is so much that I need advice about.

"About a week ago, I brought this girl over. We were, you know..."

Ja'Marr smirked, "Gettin' it on, hell yeah."

"Yeah..." I trailed off, "It was really good, but she looked just like Y/n. I let my thoughts wander and I accidentally called the girl Y/n."

"Oh."

"Yikes, Joey."

I sighed, "I know."

"You said Y/n’s name during sex!?" Ja'Marr asked, mouth gaped open and eyes wide in shock.

"Yeah, yeah I did."

"Damn Burrow."

"Hey, hey, it's fine." Sam said, "It's not a big deal that you wished it was her."

"I never said-."

"Oh but you implied," Tyler said, cutting me off. I rolled my eyes. I wanted advice about the situation, not to be chastised about it.

"I never implied-."

"Yes you did." Tee and Evan said in unison.

"You did say she looked just like Y/n-."

"And you said you let your thoughts wander, meaning-."

Everyone was cutting each other off and I was growing annoyed.

"Okay, fine! I did wish it was her!" I snapped, causing the guys to stop talking and some of my other teammates not involved in conversation to look over at me.

I continued, "I wanted nothing more than for her to be Y/n. All I could think about while I was on my date was Y/n. Hell, even when Y/n was on dates with Evan I wished she was on dates with me. I wanted to be the one she worked out with, I wanted to be the one she posted on her story. I want to be the one she thinks about late at night, and I want to be the one she smiles about anytime she talks to her friends. Y/n is always on my mind and when I'm at the apartment with her I'm the happiest I have ever been. She's kind and she's funny. She can be sassy, but her sweet side never fails to put a smile on my face. She is absolutely beautiful on the inside and outside, and I," I laughed airily, "I've never had these feelings before and I don't know what to do about them."

The guys looked at me with wide eyes and amused looks on their faces. Ja'Marr suddenly grinned and held his hands out to Tee.

"Pay up, bitch!"

"What the hell?!" Sam asked, a confused expression on his face.

Tee sighed and placed a twenty dollar bill into Ja'Marr's waiting hands.

Ja'Marr chuckled happily, "I knew it."

"Knew what?" I asked, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"That you," Ja'Marr pointed at me, "are in love with Y/n."

I felt my heart drop. In love? Yeah right. I'm not in love with her...am I?

I scoffed and crossed my arms, "I am not in love with her."

Evan smiled, "Joe, buddy, I think you are."

I rolled my eyes. Yeah my confession may sound like Im in love with her, but I promise I'm not! It's just a little crush.

"It's just a little crush guys."

Logan put his hand on my shoulder, "Joe," he said, a smile tugging at his lips, "I've been in love with my Macee for years. I know what love looks like and sounds like, and you my friend are in love.”

I sighed, my shoulders falling in defeat. They're right.

I am in love with Y/n.

"What do I do?"

"Ask her out?" Tyler suggested.

"Confess." Evan stated.

"Walk into the apartment shirtless, she can't resist you if you're naked." Ja'Marr winked.

"Marr, be serious just for once, please."

Ja'Marr threw his hands up, "I am being serious! It's true, no girl can resist him, trust."

All of just shook our heads at his suggestion. There's no way I'm doing that.

"You know," Logan began, "Macee and I were sort of in the same situation as you and Y/n are. We started off as friends and I always knew I loved her, but I didn't know how she felt. One day when we were hanging out alone, we talked for a bit and then I just kissed her. No warning, just smashed my lips against hers. She kissed back and the rest is history."

I smiled softly as he talked.

He continued, "You cant be afraid to make a move Joe."

Sam nodded, "Logan's right, you can't be afraid to make a move. If you don't make a move you're just going to be miserable man."

They're right. If I don't say something to her or act on my feelings soon, I'm just going to be miserable. Even if feelings aren't reciprocated, at least it'll be out in the open, right?

I nodded and smiled at the guys, "I appreciate the advice guys, thanks."

Logan nodded, "Of course. Good luck." He patted my shoulder before putting his helmet on and running back onto the field. Sam did the same.

I let out a sigh as I watched the defense finish up todays practice. I could only hope talking to Y/n about my feelings is as easy as Logan makes it sound.

~time skip~

I parked my Benz and went up to the apartment, ready to shower and get something to eat. Practice was extremely long today and I was just ready to relax on the cou-

Holy shit...

There she was. The girl that's been on my mind all day at practice. Sitting on the couch, eyes glued to the Tv. But it wasn't her watching Tv that made me lose concentration. No, it was that champagne pink silk nightgown she was wearing. I sucked in a breath, not realizing I was even holding it until Y/n snapped me out of my thoughts.

"Hey," she smiled softly, "how was practice?"

I swallowed thickly, "Uh," I shook my head slightly, trying to find words, "it was good."

It definitely was not good.

"That's good." Y/n said, standing from the couch. My eyes trailed down her body as she stretched. The nightgown fit her like a glove, making the curve of her hips and swell of her breasts pop. I couldn't keep my eyes off of her as she walked into the kitchen, hips swaying naturally with every step she took. Y/n looked absolutely stunning right now.

"Joe?"

My head snapped up and I blinked, face growing red as Y/n chuckled at me.

"You good?" She asked, placing her hands on her hips.

"Yeah," I let out a soft laugh, "I'm great."

God Joe, keep it together.

Y/n walked into the kitchen. I decided to follow her. She held up two frozen pizzas and turned to me as I stood in the entrance of the kitchen.

"Which one do you want?"

I shrugged, "Doesn't matter. Whichever one you want."

She put the boxes down and narrowed her blue eyes at me. She crossed her arms in front of her, holding them against her body. Her cleavage popping as her arms made contact with her body. I couldn't help but glance down as she stood in front of me. I know what you're thinking, but I cant help it, Y/n is so beautiful.

"Did something happen at practice?"

I shook my head no. Something did happen at practice. But she doesn't need to know that, not right now.

"Are you sure?" she asked, cocking her head to the side, "because you seem, I don't know, weird?"

I pushed my bottom lip out and kept a straight face as I said, "I'm good."

Y/n nodded and pulled her arms away, turning around so she could prepare the frozen pizza. I watched as she moved. She looked so graceful even though she was just making a frozen pizza. As she turned around to put the pizza in the oven, my eyes were drawn to the white lace that lined the neckline of the nightgown. My mind ran wild seeing her in it. I could feel myself growing more and more aroused as the thoughts came into my head.

Oh god, not now.

I felt a blush creep up my neck as Y/n started making her way over to where I was standing. I immediately covered my lower half with my duffel bag. She squeezed past me and threw the pizza box away, her hip brushing against my thigh as she walked by me. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

Thank god the guys aren't here right now...I would NEVER hear the end of it.

I walked into the kitchen, dropping my duffel bag and grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge. I decided to get a cup and fill it with ice. Y/n was standing by the cabinet that had the cups in it. I sighed and made my way over to the cabinet, careful not to hit her as I reached for a cup. Just as I grabbed the cup, Y/n turned around. 

Both of our breaths hitched, Y/n’s mouth hung open slightly as her eyes momentarily fell to my lips before snapping back up to stare into my eyes. We stared at each other intensely, so many unspoken words shared between us just by the look in our eyes. You could feel the tension between us as neither of us dared to make a move.

Just kiss her Joe, man up and DO IT. Do what Logan said, just make the move...

Our bodies were inches from each other, if one of us just moved slightly, they'd be touching. I watched as Y/n took a deep breath before she began to lean in, I doing the same. With our faces inches away from eachother, she closed her eyes-

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

Y/n snapped her eyes open and the two of us backed away from each other. I cleared my throat and Y/n let out a breath, smoothing her night gown before she got the pizza out the oven.

"Sorry," she breathed out, "I uh-."

"I'm going to shower." I said, my lips forming in a straight line.

She nodded, "I'm going to call Macee back."

With that the two of us left the kitchen and went out separate ways. I locked the bathroom door behind me and let out a deep sigh. I ran my fingers through my hair and then dragged my hands down my face.

I had a chance and I didn't take it.

Who knows if I'll ever get a chance like that again.

I smiled to myself though as I thought about a bright side to the situation. I don't know if it's just me, but, it seemed like Y/n wanted to kiss me just as much as I wanted to kiss her.

hey loves!!

joe finally being honest about his feelings?😱 we love to see it

i am SO sorry that this chapter has taken me so long to finish!! i've had a lot going on lately and i just haven't had much time to write. this chapter was very underwhelming and not great, so i deeply apologize for that. BUT i promise the next one will be much better :)

these next few chapters are going to be an emotional roller coaster so GET READY

i hope you're all doing well and thank you again for all of the love and support you've all shown me on this book. it means the world to me🤍

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Naughty Mischief

𓆩♡𓆪 Katsuki x satan's daughter!reader

𓆩♡𓆪 genre: smut

𓆩♡𓆪 a/n: I wrote this trash a while ago so I'm sorry if it's bad. Also you guys are like 18-19 here and you participate in it too so your bf won't be the only one.

𓆩♡𓆪 synopsis: You tease the fuck out of you boyfriend during NNN to see how long he can last before he cracks.

𓆩♡𓆪 warnings: smut, dubcon, mentions of cum, dry humping, marking, masochism, rough sex, public sex

𓆩♡𓆪 words: 1.9k

You knew what you were doing was tormenting him. Which is why you got a kick out of it. You told your boyfriend about the challenge No Nut November where you go a whole month without cumming or masturbating.

You knew it was a lunch break right now, so it was your chance to send a bold message. You run to the bathroom, pull your shirt down a little to show some cleavage and stick your fingers in your mouth back and forth, sending a "I wish this was your fat cock instead." 😩 You shake with anticipation to await the hot head's reaction. Five minutes passed and still no response.

"The fuck is he doing, taking a shit?" You mumble.

You tap your foot impatient, finally receiving a response after around 10 minutes, which read "Wtf, you didn't even give a warning! Two can play at that game"

You roll your eyes which was typical of him since he's so competitive.

You've been sending your boyfriend daring messages all of yesterday through today, knowing the impact it had on him. He avoided making eye contact with you as it would only make it worse. His friends were worried about him trying to ask him what's up.

"What's the matter, Bakugo? I've noticed you've been avoiding Y/N. Did you two get into a fight or something?" Kirishima asks, Kaminari standing over his desk too to see what's up.

"It's none of your fucking business!" He scowled.

"Typical reaction from him..." Kaminari mumbles.

Mr. Aizawa walks into the class with his usual expression and monotonous tone.

"All right, everyone settle down. We'll be having a training course today, so get your hero gear on."

Everyone rushes to get changed.

You take this time to tease him again, which was perfect. Your outfit was quite revealing, almost more revealing than Momo's since your quirk is demonic powers and you're the daughter of satan.

It didn't help the situation at all. All the boys were staring at you, a few either having nose bleeds or blushing red. You always wore a cloak over your hero costume so they had no idea what you truly looked like underneath. The costume accentuates your curves.

"Whoa, I had no idea Y/N was that sexy without her cloak on." Mineta practically drools.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing wearing something revealing like that!?"

He wraps his arms around you to cover your exposed flesh.

"It's part of my hero costume, Katsu. Is that a problem?"

"Hell yeah it's a problem! Take it off!"

"Mm, what happens if I don't?" You place a finger on your chin.

"Then I'll fucking take it off myself!"

"And let everyone see me naked? I thought only you could see me exposed."

"Enough you two." Aizawa speaks up, you two break apart.

He then explains how today would go and what to expect from you all. Everyone had to split up in pairs. It's 5 groups because the number is uneven, Todoroki, and Momo, Deku, Mineta and Uraraka, Kirishima, Sero, and Kaminari, Tokoyami, and Shoji, You and Bakugo, Iida, Tooru, and Ojiro, Tsuyu, Jiro, and Mina, and Sato, Aoyama, and Koda.

You two wander off in the woods somewhere, afraid you're lost.

"Uhh, Katsu? Are we lost? We probably should've stayed close by." You say, receiving no answer.

He shoves you up against a tree, pinning your wrists.

"Now we're alone. Listen here you little shit, I'm tired of your bullshit! It's driving me insane!"

He grips your wrists harder.

"Katsuki stop gripping my wrists so hard! The little messages you gave me made me on edge as well!" You confess, biting your lip hard trying your hardest not to look at his muscular figure.

"Look at me when I'm speaking to ya!" He grabs your chin. "This is all your fucking fault. I've had to endure so many hard ons and couldn't relieve myself because of this damn challenge." He spat.

"You don't have to do it if it's too much for you~" You tease.

You narrow your eyes towards his crotch seeing that he has a boner right now. He cups your left asscheek hard, eliciting a moan from you.

"I should punish you for not covering up, letting them see you like this. That damn nerd got a nosebleed and I saw Icyhot staring too. Shit, even Shitty hair had a nosebleed. I bet you enjoyed the attention being on you." He starts.

His large hand cups your other cheek, activating his quirk. You push your head into his chest to muffle your moans. He lifts your head up, pulling on your tail.

"If I were to just pull on your tail-"

"KATSUUU NOT THE TAIL!" You squeal, beating on his chest.

"So that is one of your weak spots." He gives his signature shit eating grin.

He rubs it up and down slowly.

"S-seriously, stop! What if someone catches us!"

"Then I wouldn't give a fuck. The poor fucker would just have a nice show." He says bluntly.

He continues pulling on it, enjoying the face your making.

"Ka-tsu-ki stoppp..."

"What if I don't want to?"

"Then I'll make you cum right now so you can lose this stupid challenge. Be ashame if that were to happen. I mean, it is only the sixth day." You say hoping it works.

"I'm not losing that fucking fast, if anything you are!" He retorts.

"How so?"

"Your sex drive is higher than mine! Your fucking horny every single time you look at me!"

"That's so not true at all!" You fold your arms.

"Oh yeah? Then look at me right now. Go ahead, prove me wrong which you can't, you never can."

He puts his hands on his hips waiting impatiently.

"Uhh I can't because um-"

"Because you proved my point! Every time I'm near Shitty hair and the others you tug on my arm so we can go into the bathroom to either make out or so I can eat you out!"

"What about when you want me to blow you hm?"

"It occurs every once in a while! With you, you always expect me to eat you out which ends up messy then they wanna know what the fuck I was doing all this time." He finally finishes.

"It's not my fault you're so damn fine."

You don't dare look him in the eyes knowing it would boost his already huge ego even more.

"That so?" He smirks, cupping your chin forcing you to make eye contact with him.

Your eyes shut tight not wanting to succumb to him.

"Fine you win! Asshole." You mumble the last part.

"Of course I did. I always win no matter what." He flaunts.

"Give me your hand right quick."

He raises his brow but doesn't question and complied anyway. You make him grab your breasts, tweaking your nipples and start to grind against his crotch, moaning.

"Fuck!" He nearly chokes, letting go of your nipples.

"What's the matter, my 'big' explosive king?" You say in a tone trying to sound innocent yet seductive.

"If you wanna make me cum, you gotta try harder than that, babygirl~"

He pins you against a tree again. He bites your neck hard to leave noticeable hickeys so they know you belong to him and only him. He discards his costume, yours following soon after.

"Katsuki..."

You look at him with lust in your eyes, licking your lips. He smashes his lips against yours, the kiss starting out passionate but soon getting sloppier and spicer. You ruffle your hands through his spiky locks, your tongues doing the salsa.

"I can't handle this shit anymore."

He bends you over, slamming his cock slowly into your asshole while pulling onto your tail. You hiss at the new feeling but then gets used to it.

"Wait Katsu, w-we're doing this right now?" You bite your lip trying not to moan.

"You need to learn your fucking lesson. The only way I can do that is by fucking you since your so horny all the time." He explains, speeding up his thrusts.

He flips you around to face him, placing his hands on your shoulders and rams his fat balls inside your pussy.

"A-ahhh~ do it harder..." You practically drool as your masochist natures starts to kick in.

"Tch, fucking masochist."

"Well you're fucking this masochist." You say back smoothly.

He ignores you, adding more force into his ramming. He rams into you at a more animalistic way, your ass, thighs, and boobs jiggling uncontrollably. Your eyes start to roll into the back of your head as you felt like you were in heaven.

"Fuckk me faster daddy~" You say desperately, knowing that got him for sure.

"I'm gonna fuck a baby into you if you fucking call me that again."

He rams faster, sweat dripping all down his face and arms. Your tongue hangs out, you end up moaning his name louder and louder for everyone to hear. You felt he was close, as he tries his hardest to hold it in, but ends up failing and pulls out of you quickly, his cum dripping over your tummy. The sight was too much for you to bare, as you cum right after him, both of you all sweaty and panting hard.

"Looks like we both lost." You chuckle.

"I'll win next year for sure!"

"Good luck with that... Let's hurry and put our clothes back on before someone sees us." You rush to put them on, admiring his nude body.

"Take a picture, it lasts longer." He says, eventually putting his clothes back on.

"I could say the same thing to you earlier." You roll your eyes.

"Damn I probably should've nutted on your ass instead." He cups both cheeks again, squeezing them roughly.

"Leave my ass alone!" You squeal while puffing up your cheeks.

You two were the last ones to return back to the location Aizawa requested.

"What took you guys so long?" He folds his arms, tapping his finger on his arm.

"We got lost and almost got ambushed!" You blurt out.

"Is that why you were screaming earlier?" Bakugo asks, smirking.

"Yes, it was." You glare at him.

"As long as you guys are back then everything is okay." Deku sighs in relief.

"It's not like anything could happen as long as Bakugo is with her." Iida says, relieved nothing happened to you two.

"What exactly were you two doing?" Tsuyu asks, curious.

"N-nothing at all!" You immediately get flustered at the memory.

"Judging by the stuttering I'd say it was something naughty." Mina smirks, nudging your arm.

You walk up to Bakugo whispering something that would get him riled up.

"Next year I'll go above and beyond, this was just childs play." You whisper to him, seeing how it's still November but it's no point since you both lost on the sixth day.

"Then I'll make sure to have you cum the first day!" He says confidently, everyone staring at him weirdly.

You hide your face in your arms from embarrassment.

"I feel like living under a rock for the rest of my life..." You groan trying to erase the embarrassing vibe you're feeling off.

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Pairing: Jeon Wonwoo x Female Reader

Word Count: 3k+

Genre: fluff, hurt/comfort

Warning: wonwoo is a god sent of a man

This fic was inspired by “pov - ariana grande”

•••

You’ve seen people stutter, in loss for words when they’re asked “What’s the best thing that has ever happened to you?” If you were to be asked the same question a year ago, you might’ve did the same thing. Stutter and be in loss for words.

But if they ask you the very question today. You can pridefully answer with a happy smile plastered all over your face, “Jeon Wonwoo.”

All your life, you’ve seen people being happily in love, for it to only last a short amount of time. After the sweet lovey dovey period pass, comes the storm. The storm that would leave people in tears, heartbreaks upon heartbreaks and never ending travesty.

Past relationships of yours did nothing to break the stereotypes. Every single relationship ending with misery. Making you realize that it’s not worth the pain if you ever decided to try again.

But then, Wonwoo happened.

It’s like he got superpowers. Jumping straight out of your deepest fantasy. Breaking every fear and accusations. Granting you all the wishes you’re even too scared to dream of. The embodiment of the perfect man.

The first time you met Wonwoo was at a football game. He was dressed casually in jeans and a t-shirt. Very appropriate for the late September weather.

Wonwoo was calm, he wasn’t loud. Unlike his friends who was hollering the whole entirety of the game, he only threw a couple excited ‘Yes!’ every now and then. Making him stand out even more.

“Who’s that?” you finally give in and ask one of your friends. Can’t help yourself from glancing over to his direction way too many times.

“Which one? Be more specific. There’s literally a dozen guys if not more over there.”

“That one, the one with glasses.” you try to conceal your pointing fingers with your purse. “Does he even go here? Haven’t seen him before.”

Your friends started laughing. Landing them a confused annoyed look from you, “Bitch, don’t even think about it. He’s way too good for fucked up bitches like us.”

Rolling your eyes, you glance at his direction one last time. Your friends are right, he’s probably too nice for an insecure heartless girl like yourself. You don’t even believe in love anymore. Not after all the heartbreak you went through.

“Guess you’re right. Relationships are a waste of time anyway.”

•••

“Excuse me, is this seat taken? Wouldn’t wanna bother you but everywhere else is taken. Sorry.” a deep voice penetrates through the lofi music playing from your airpods.

You turned your head with a slight annoyance and was about to snap only to find the mysteriously calm guy from that home game a couple of weeks ago. This time dressed in a warm beige pullover contrasting his jet black hair.

You took a few seconds to soak in his appearance. His eyes were the sharpest thing you had ever seen despite being covered with his glasses. And his nose was red, probably due to the rapid drops of temperature in the early November weather.

“Yeah, sure. It’s yours.” you nod, trying your best to look away.

“Thank you.” he calmly say before taking the only empty seat next to you. Mid-term week would have the library filled up to the brim.

To this day you really couldn’t comprehend the crazy urges that came over you that day, the one that made you turn your seat slightly towards him so you could glance at him easier. Or the one that have you asked for his name and suggested that you two should save each other seats at the library.

“What the fuck? Did you just came out of the library while talking to Wonwoo?” your friend’s jaw drops as you meet her on the bench to eat the take-out she’s currently holding up for you to take.

“You know him? Did you asked for extra sauce?”

“Yeah, I got like 3 classes with him. And I did, had to pay extra for those. Don’t change the subject, why were you talking to Wonwoo?” your friend demands as she hands you the little containers of sauce.

Drenching your lunch with sauce, you answer nonchalantly. “He sat next to me at the library. We talked, that’s all. And I’ll pay for my sauces don’t you worry, love.” you wink at your friends.

“He’s very cute ain’t he? He’s single I think. But you gotta shoot your shot fast cause I know for a fact half of the girls in my class are crushing on him.” your friends wiggling her eyes in a very teasing manner.

You sigh loudly, confused wether you’re happy with knowing that he’s single or a tad bit jealous thinking he got girls drooling all over him.

Shaking your head to rid yourself the ridiculous thoughts, you snap at your friend. “Shut up, you know I don’t do relationship. Besides we’ve only just met, so calm your fucking tits.”

Rolling her eyes, your friend swallows her food before murmuring lazily, too familiar with your cynicality. “Yeah, yeah, you and your stupid relationship bullshit. I’m just saying that Wonwoo’s a catch and a ton of people I know tryna fish.”

And this time it is your turn to roll your eyes at your friend, acting as if you have no care in the world yet your night ends with you staring at the ceiling wondering why this particular man with a smile that turns his eyes into slits wouldn’t leave your mind.

•••

Your friend : I swear if you stood me up again, I will never talk to you ever again!!!!!! You couldn’t possibly be studying on a friday night!!!!!!!

You : Babe, I fucking love you, you know I do. But I have to take a raincheck tonight. Pls don’t hate me <3

Your friend : You better gave me a solid fucking reason. Our whole friendship depends on it.

You : I have a date… with Wonwoo… How’s that for a reason?

Your friend : ????????? SPILL!!!!!!

You : STOP CALLING ME OR I’ll BLOCK YOUR ASS! I’ll tell you everything tonight!

Your friend : YOU BETTER!

And with that you threw your phone on the bed before going back to your make up. Rushing as you glance at the time, knowing Wonwoo would be here soon.

If the countless study dates you’ve been on with Wonwoo have taught you one thing, it’s that Jeon Wonwoo is a punctual man, showing up exactly on the dot every single time. So it’s no surprise to you when your phone rings at exactly 5 PM.

“Hey. I’d open the car door for you but I know you’ll just make fun of me for it. You know.. the whole cheesy gentleman stuff you hate.” Wonwoo welcomes you with a smile as you sit yourself on his passenger seat.

You had to remind yourself to breathe as you take in his appearance. Wonwoo in leather jacket should be a crime. No, Wonwoo in any kinda clothing would look so good it should be a crime. But then again, Wonwoo without any clothing would—

You shake your head vigorously to get rid of the thoughts. Fastening your seat belt as a distraction from the man seated on the driver seat staring at you with the biggest smile plastered on his face. “Looks like you know me better than I do.”

And you weren’t wrong. Not at all. Over the next few weeks, Wonwoo has proven he knows you like the back of his hand.

Wonwoo would casually do these sweet little things you never thought would spread warmth in your chest, like giving you the last piece of pizza or opting to switch your matcha latte with his macchiato when the barista got your order wrong, knowing you wouldn’t have the heart to call the barista out and would just pretend to drink the matcha latte.

You didn’t realized it at first, but Wonwoo has changed you for the better. Often times you’re shocked on how easy it is for you to let go of your ego and own up to you mistakes to him. Only to him though.

“We should’ve just took the next exit, babe. Look at the traffic.” Wonwoo laughs at the ridiculous amount of unmoving cars in front of you. He wasn’t saying it to make you feel bad about insisting to take the current exit. No, Wonwoo would never do that.

The old you would’ve fire back at him. Telling him something along the lines of how should you know that there’s going to be a power line collision that blocked the traffic flow. But instead, you just sigh, “I know, I should’ve just listened to you. I’m sorry, babe.”

Looking very confused, Wonwoo takes your hand and bring it to his lips. “Don’t be ridiculous, babe. How would you know that the traffic’s gonna be backed up?” Wonwoo continue to pepper kisses on you top of your hand. Sending shivers down your spine. “Besides, this means we got more time to listen to that favorite boyband of yours.”

In this very moment, you are now speechless. He is definitely too good to be true.

•••

Life with Wonwoo feels secure, safe if you will. Not that there’s someone out there trying to get you, but you just feel safe when you’re with him. It’s a warm kind of safe. The kind only Wonwoo could provide.

Night’s without his raspy voice lulling you to sleep felt like a nightmare. Hours not spent looking at his piercing eyes felt like it was moving half the speed.

Sometimes you would find yourself wondering how much you’ve changed.

You, the girl who’s no longer believe in love, let alone being in a relationship is now spending most of your time glued to Wonwoo’s side willingly.

You, who pretty much always refuse any form of kindness from other people, thinking you don’t deserve it or scared with the burden of not being able to return the kindness, is now accepting everything Wonwoo is giving you willingly. Be it affection or pretty books he ordered for you with no special occasion.

These changes not only surprises you but also people around you. Shocked gasps echos in you friend group whenever you brought Wonwoo along. Talking about how wild it is for you to be stuck to a guy this long when you usually only stay with a man for two weeks tops.

“Babe, do you.. maybe.. wanna meet my friends?” Wonwoo asked nervously one night. Looking down at you who’s currently laying on the couch with your head resting on his lap. Wonwoo’s finger playing with your hair as the two of you catch up on the latest marvel series that just keep coming.

Hearing him being nervous made you chuckle, “Why do you sound like that?”

“Like what?”

“Like you're nervous or something. And yes, I would love to meet your friends.” you smile at him as one of your hand reach up to pat the side of his face. Making Wonwoo smile back before he leans in and plant the sweetest kiss on your forehead.

You’ve seen his friends a few times but never actually meet them before. His friends are loud, you wouldn’t think Wonwoo would hang out with them given his very calm and collected personality.

You remember clearly how Wonwoo caught your eyes that night, sitting calmly enjoying the game as his friends noisily holler at every single little thing that happened. Meanwhile Wonwoo would just casually balling his fist with excitement whenever your school scored a point.

“Do you think they’re gonna like me?” you ask Wonwoo, suddenly feel nervous as he backs his car into the driveway. It was a small get together held in one of his friends name Hoshi’s house.

Being the over analyzing person that you are, you asked Wonwoo to give you a brief explanation about his friend group. Apparently there are thirteen of them including Wonwoo. They’ve been friends since a long time ago, hence why he’s so comfortable around them despite their differences.

“They would, trust me. I’m just scared you’re gonna get overwhelmed. Cause they sometimes could be too much.” Wonwoo pauses, his hands fly to the either side of your face, giving you a small squeeze of reassurance before continuing, “Especially Hoshi, Seungkwan dan DK. If you ever need me to swoop in and get you out of there just wave your hand and I’ll come to the rescue.” he jokes, planting a quick peck on your nose.

You’re pretty sure your heart just did a backflip.

Keeping you close to his side, Wonwoo lead the two of you to the main living room where you can definitely hear the extravagant noise of singing and laughing.

And right when they spot the two of you everyone who was sitting automatically stand up and clapping, meanwhile the one who’s already standing rushed to welcome the both of you.

“Oh wow, you’re so pretty, no wonder Wonwoo would rather hang out with you. Can’t blame him.” says the guy who introduced himself as Jeonghan earlier, making you burst out laughing. Can’t handle the cheesy compliment.

“Okay! Passed! She’s not the shy type, like the one Seungcheol always bring. Good job Wonwoo!” Seungkwan semi-shout, gathering everyones attention. Pulling laughs from everyone except from Seungcheol.

And with that you easily insert yourself with the fun dynamic Wonwoo’s friend group always seemed to carry. Spending the night laughing, singing and dancing along to the choreographed routine that Hoshi’s just made on the spot.

You were having so much fun with Wonwoo’s friend, you sometime would psyched yourself out thinking he would stare you down and be mad cause you’re being too close with his friends only to find him sitting comfortably smiling warmly at you, enjoying the performance you put out with his friends.

When it was time to go home, you can feel your heart beating fast walking beside Wonwoo to his car. He hasn’t said a word to you. Not until the two of you seated inside his car.

“Did you have fun?” you hear him say, you’re too afraid to look at him.

Staring down at your intertwined fingers, you answer him. “Wonwoo I’m sorry, I should’ve known the limit. I was being too friendly with your friends. I’m sorry.” you softly plea.

A few seconds passed with no sound heard from the both of you. Then Wonwoo chuckles. “Babe, look at me.” he softly say, putting his long fingers under your chin to advert your gaze towards him. “Why are you saying sorry? I love how you get along with my friends.”

To say that you are in shock is an understatement.

“Wh.. what?” you stutter, finally have the courage to look into his eyes.

“Babe, why are you trembling? Do you feel sick?” Wonwoo panics, grabbing you with two strong arms. You can see the evident worry in his beautiful eyes.

And at that moment you are flabbergasted. You couldn’t believe that this person sitting right in front of you, whose currently in the state of panicking thinking you’re not feeling well is real. You really thought he was saving his rage for you to hear now. And you have every single one of your friend’s toxic relationship to blame for it.

A person like Wonwoo exist.

And right now you can feel yourself falling and falling into him. Every baggage you’ve been packing seemed to be fading and now, all you can see is Wonwoo.

Catching him off guard, you launch yourself forward pass the car console and into his lap.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you.” you chant into his neck. Can’t find it in you to look him straight in the eyes.

Still shocked, Wonwoo run his hands down your back in attempt to soothe you. “Hey, are you okay?”

Sensing the warm tears spilling down your face to his neck, Wonwoo abruptly pull you away from him to really make sure you’re okay. “Hey, hey, what happen? I’m lost, why are you crying, babe. Did I do something?”

With staggered breath you finally manage to say, “I have never felt so loved and trusted. Nobody ever loved me like you do.”

You can see Wonwoo’s shoulder relaxed as if a huge weight was lifted off of it. “Oh baby, if only you could see yourself through my eyes.” Wonwoo softly say with his hands running up and down your arms. “I know, you don’t like me being cheesy but let me say this one time. You deserve it, babe. You deserve all my love and more. I hate how you always doubt yourself and thinking you’re not deserving of what you have.”

Partly because you’re starting to blush hearing the sweet, sweet words falling from Wonwoo’s mouth, you hide yourself with both your hands. “I really wish I could love me the way that you love me. The way I love you.”

“I hope so too, babe. But I’ll be here and I will love you until you see how much you’re worth.” You can feel Wonwoo’s fingers circle your wrists and pulling it down so he could stare right into your eyes.

“You’re so fucking pretty.” Wonwoo whispers as he inches closer.

And as soon as you close your eyes, you can feel the warmth of Wonwoo’s lips on yours. Moving softly against yours in the sweetest pace.

Sighing, you let yourself melt into the kiss, into him.

You don’t know which stars to thank for bringing Wonwoo into your life. All you know is you’re forever grateful of having your perfect boyfriend by your side, through thick and thin.

Making you love not only him but also yourself more with every passing day.

•••

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No Cum November Part 10: Good Vibrations

The boy’s teasing of the reader comes to a screeching halt when they get a visitor on a case.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader x Sam Winchester

Warnings/Promises: public use of toy, edging, Castiel sighting

Word Count: 620

Note: No actual smut in this one, but it’s funny. This one brings me so much joy, lol. Only one last chapter for this series. Let me know how you’ve enjoyed it with comments and reblogs! Happy reading:

Part 9: On the King’s Blade (King of Hell!Sam)

With the end of the month just a few days away, you were desperate. The boys had taken such good care of you, giving you so much pleasure. But that also made this “no cum November” such a challenge. And they weren’t about to let up now. If anything, they were ramping up.

Sam promised a rest after one more case.

Dean said it was a quick check-in with some fellow hunters.

To their credit, it was moving quickly. But their teasing was making this case feel like it was going to take eons.

Asking the witness another question, Dean slid his hand into his pocket. You were too busy taking notes to notice. Until the toy inside you started buzzing.

You sucked in a breath. Closing your eyes, you steadied your nerves. When the witness gave you a questioning look, you lightly rubbed your nose. “Sorry. Almost sneezed. Late seasonal allergies.”

They nodded and continued answering questions. Dean eventually turned off the toy, giving you a respite. Then Sam walked up. He scrolled over the “notes” from the last witness on his phone. The nipple clamps hidden under your shirt activated. Thankfully, your blazer hid your stiffened nipples.

They continued back and forth, sometimes overlapping, until they had talked to everyone they wanted to. Only then did both toys turn off. Sam placed his hand on your lower back and guided you to the car. The backseat doors were barely closed before you were clawing at his belt buckle.

He gripped your wrists and held them back. “Nuh-uh, we’ve left you kind of alone in this challenge. So, for the last few days, we’re joining you. No cumming for us either.”

“But,” you pouted, “it’s not a real challenge is I don’t get to touch you like you guys touched me.”

Dean laughed in the front seat. “That’s- that’s a good point. But can we at least get to the hotel before you start stripping a federal officer in the backseat?”

With a humph, you sat back. A few minutes later, you cried out as Dean drove past the motel. “Hey-“

“Hungry. One more stop.”

At the corner diner, Dean walked behind you. He caught your hips and whispered in your ear, “we also need a break. If you got your hands on us now…” He tugged you back into his crotch. His hard-on pressed thickly into your backside. “Sweetheart, we’d bust.”

That didn’t keep them continuing their game in the booth while you ordered. You were two seconds away from a panting mess when another person appeared in the booth.

“Cas!” Dean held a hand to his chest. “Don’t do that.”

His eyes glittered with amusement. But then he squinted. And turned to face you.

“Don’t scan me,” you said, pointing a finger at him. “Just don’t. I’m fine.”

He didn’t. He scanned Sam. “Are you hunting a witch or something? Are you cursed?”

Sam sputtered into his drink. “No. We’re fine. You popped in for a reason?”

Cas quickly ran through some information concerning angel movements and demon activity. Then Dean cut him off.

“As long as it’s not another apocalypse, it’s gonna be a minute before we can help out. We’ve been running through cases back-to-back.”

“Yes.” Cas glanced over the three of you. “And you must get your… rest.” He cleared his throat. “There are a few leads I’d like to check out. Should take a week or so.”

Sam grinned, strained as you rested your hand on his thigh. “Perfect. We’ll rest up until we hear from you again.”

Cas paused before leaving. “What’s no-cum-Nove-“

“Just go,” Dean groaned.

After a blink, the angel was gone. After another few seconds, you all burst into laughter.

***

Part 11: One Last Ride (Finale)

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Part 2

A/N: Hope you guys like this story so far. I promise it will get more interesting with the 3rd part. 😊

Warnings: allusions to smut, a bit of masturbation, but that's all.

Fermin ⚽️

I know I said I will tell

you one day before but...

Is it okay if I come today?

In an hour?

Y/N

No problem ☺️

I'm at home anyway

Fermin⚽️

Okay see y'a

Sometimes, you really needed to say no to people. Your room was a mess like the whole flat. And you weren't a morning person. It just struck 11 o'clock and you woke up half an hour ago. You had to make the flat look presentable and you had to make yourself look presentable. Because Fermin was coming over. Fermin was coming over to study. Freaking Fermin López who was playing for Barça was coming over.

Panic started settling in, especially since you acknowledged your crush on the Sevilliano. You missed him when he didn't come to classes and would stalk his and Barça's Instagram account. And watching the games of course. 15 minutes had already passed while you were thinking about him, so you got to work, tidying all up.

You were nearly finished with your clothes, when your phone rang. "Hello?"

"It's me" Fermin said. "I'm about to leave training and I forgot to ask you where you live" he chuckled. Damn, how stupid you two were. "I'll share the location" you said.

15 minutes later, he was already at your door. "Hi. Sorry I hope it's okay" he said, coming in. You tensed when he looked around the place, you barely had any girl friends in here, but a boy? Not in a million years. "I brought you coffee. Figured you aren't a morning person" he smiled. You didn't even noticed the bag until he put it on the kitchen table and started getting things out. "And maybe you didn't even have breakfast, so I brought that too" he blushed. "Pumpkin spice latte? How did you know?" You asked, taking a sip from the cup. "You always buy it when it's November" he shrugged, not aware of his admission yet. "Oh... that's cute" you said, looking away so he wouldn't see your red cheeks. "Wait... is that a Barça t-shirt?" He asked, looking into the living room. "And a mini copy of the Champions League trophy? And a Messi T-shirt?" He kept asking questions like a little boy who was excited about getting a t-shirt from his idol. "Y-yeah" you shuttered. "You're a fan? I didn't know" he said, looking through all the things you had on display. "Well I don't talk much about it" you shrugged. "Why? This is amazing" he said. "I don't know... It's scaring guys off" you replied. "They're idiots. Maybe we can talk about it some time. When we're not studying" he said. "Yeah studying" you mentally face palmed yourself for forgetting why he was here in the first place.

"You okay? Maybe we should stop for today" you asked him. "Yeah I think so" he replied, finishing the last notes. "Catching up is tiring" he sighed, packing up his stuff. "But not impossible" you tried to encourage him. "Yeah, when you have a Y/N around" he joked, making you smile. "Thank for the coffee, though. I couldn't have made it without" you said. "No worries. Thank you for taking your time with me" he said. "See you tomorrow?" You asked. "Tomorrow I have an away game, so no" he said sadly. "Oh okay. Good luck then" you said, leading him to the door. "Thanks. Night" he said.

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You were on Instagram when a video of Fermin at the national football team camp popped up. It was his first selection and they posted a clip about him. He talked about his family, his friend and the pride of playing for his country, his voice turning you on. It was deep, but also had a sweet accent to it, but his Spanish accent was so strong, you found yourself letting out a sigh. The colours of the equipment matched his perfect styled hair that you would love to thread your fingers through. It was pathetic how turned on you were from just a clip. Two days ago he was literally here in your living room, looking deliciously handsome, but you weren't that distracted. Maybe they edited the clip and the pictures somehow because he looked so good. You saw another picture where he greeted someone, the muscles in his arm flexing. You imagined how it would look if he hugged you tightly, what would you feel then. You were sure his large hands could cup your breasts easily, playing with your nipples, turning you on. Having you against his chest, full access to doing whatever the wanted. You would touch his muscles, the nape of his neck and his jawline, that perfect sharp jawline. And you would kiss his lips, begging him to touch you.

"Fuck" you groaned, realising you were dreaming with your eyes open, one hand playing with your breast and the other close to your panties. "No. I have to focus on studying" you said, pushing away any Fermin related thoughts. "Fuck fuck no" you panicked when you accidentally liked his most recent post while attempting to erase any Fermin-the-sexy imagine from your brain. "Now he'll think I'm a stalker".

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