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[wileys-russo]

like a dumb rom com (3) II k.cooney-cross x catley!reader

this is many many months overdue but feels good to tick it off my wips and wrap this little series up finally! one two like a dumb rom com (3) II k.cooney-cross x catley!reader

ever since steph walked out after catching you and kyra you'd been on edge. plastering a fake smile on your face you made an effort to show appreciation for all your teammates and friends showing up, avoiding both your sister and your girlfriend like they had some sort of infectious disease.

but if anyone noticed the underlying tension they didn't comment on it, though you felt the looks thrown your way by caitlin every now and then who seemed to stay stuck by stephs side for the rest of the evening.

as well as from kyra who was doing her very best to respect you were in an awkward position, but her hands itched to grab yours in them and she found herself staring longingly at you across the room nearly the entire night.

"okay! training tomorrow girls, think its about time we wrapped this up." it was kim who made the call around ten thirty at night, half of the girls already having left and the rest of you lounged about talking.

you looked up from your conversation with lia and caught your sisters eye, dropping your gaze right away as they burned a hole in your head and everyone all started their goodbyes.

when it came to kyra it was obvious neither of you were sure what to do, awkwardly staring at one another before you went for a hug and kyra stuck her hand out for a fist bump.

you both blushed bright red and mumbled apologies before you grabbed her hand and dragged her outside.

"i'm really sorry about-" you cut off your girlfriends apology with a shake of your head and stole a quick kiss. "don't. its not how i wanted her to find out but she was bound to sooner or later." you sighed with a somewhat sad smile.

with a slight frown kyra poked at the corners of your mouth, turning your lips upward into a proper smile. "dickhead!" you pushed her lightly, pulling her a little more around the corner of the house and out of sight.

"i love you." your hands fell to her cheeks as you brought her in for a proper kiss, the words mumbled right back against your lips before you pulled apart, promising you'd check in later and she hurried off to get a lift with teyah.

"you call me if you need something yeah?" caitlin murmured as she hugged you goodbye next, a short nod all she needed before heading off with katie.

you were hoping to sneak away to your room as steph was busy saying goodbye to jen, but fate wasn't in your favour.

"hey kid." you stopped halfway down the hallway and turned, dean standing a few feet behind with a sympathetic smile. "you know the more you avoid it, the longer it drags out and the worse its going to be." he reminded as you sighed, unable to really argue that fact as you followed after him.

steph had her back to you in the kitchen washing something up with far too much vigor, furiously scrubbing a glass you were surprised hadn't smashed in her hands yet.

you shifted awkwardly on the balls of your feet, wishing the ground would swallow you up as dean cleared his throat, steph pausing to glance briefly over her shoulder as he subtly nodded in your direction.

"you are unbelievable." was all your sister spoke, barely loud enough for you hear as she continued washing up, dean stepping out to the living room to give the pair of you some privacy but still hovering close enough that he could intervene if needed, taking calvin with him.

"pardon?" you scoffed, unsure if you'd heard her correctly as she shook her head, dropping whatever was in her hands back into the sink full of water and whipping around to properly face you.

"i said, you are unbelievable." your sister spoke louder this time, drying her hands on a tea towel and glaring you down. "oh and do tell steph, why exactly is that?" you questioned, crossing your arms over your chest and glaring right back at her.

"this. all of this! you are way too immature to be in a relationship, or whatever you and kyra are." steph rolled her eyes as again you scoffed.

"excuse me? i'm the one being immature right now? and yeah we are in a relationship, kyra is my girlfriend." you confirmed with a snarl, your sisters jaw clenching.

"the hickeys on your neck the other day...that was kyra. kyra was here the night before and you picked her up for training the next day!" steph realised as suddenly then chips started to fall into place. "you lied to me, you told me you came back for that textbook but-" steph accused as you rolled your eyes.

"congratulations sherlock, you figured it out! i came back to cover up my hickey." you clapped with a sarcastic smile which only wound your sister up further. "watch the attitude. you still live under my roof!" steph cautioned making you scoff, of course she'd hold that over you.

"for how long? and why kyra? you're just being stupid!" steph laughed humorlessly as you frowned, hurt flashing briefly across your face but it was almost immediately replaced with anger.

"well lets see. none of your business, none of your business, and how am i being stupid?" you questioned, hands on hips and raising an eyebrow in the older girls direction.

"you're too young to be in a relationship, you need to focus on football and school. and i know kyra well enough that all she's going to be for you is a distraction to both of those!" steph rolled her eyes as you shook your head in disbelief.

"i am twenty one years old steph, you were sleeping around long before that, at least i'm just with one person!" you snarked again as your sisters face glowered and dean appeared again as she started toward you.

"okay girls. its been a big day, its late, i think we all just need the night to cool off and-" he tried to calmly intervene but you weren't finished yet.

"and you don't know kyra at all. either way you do not get to tell me who i get to date or when i get to date them steph! you're my sister, not my mum." you warned seriously, turning on heel and exiting the conversation yourself.

"don't you dare walk away from me! we are not done here." steph scoffed and hurried after you ignoring deans urging she drop it for now, your door slammed in her face and promptly locked causing her to gasp.

"you open this door right now or i swear to god!" steph ordered pounding on it with her fist and jiggling the doorknob with her other hand, mumbling under her breath. "no, fuck off stephanie." you rolled your eyes, quickly shoving some things into a bag hearing your sister gasp again.

"oh just you wait till i-" you didn't give her a chance to hear the end of her sentence, carefully swinging one leg over your open window and shimmying around, dropping to the floor and racing away.

meanwhile steph was rummaging around in the kitchen for the spare key to your door, muttering angrily and waving off deans every attempt to soothe her, even ignoring calvin who bumped his head into her leg with a whine.

"telling me to fuck off? me? she's so-ooh when i get my hands on her." steph mumbled storming back down the hall to your room as both dean and calvin followed cautiously behind, your door popping open and steph rushing inside.

a squeal sounded as she tripped over your shoes, tumbling down to the floor and groaning in pain, dean hurrying to carefully help her up as steph took in your empty room and open window and saw red.

"oh she's dead. grounded. shipped back to melbourne in a crate!" steph growled, attempting to flee and make a beeline for her car keys as dean held her back.

"steph. babe, she clearly doesn't want to do this with you right now. when has she ever run off from a conversation? or even an argument? she obviously needs space and so do you, to calm down." he urged calmly as steph melted into his touch with a deep seeded sigh.

it would have to wait until tomorrow then.

~

only by the time tomorrow had rolled around steph indeed was calm, cool as an ice block one might say, and as frosty as one too.

rather than seek you out for an adult conversation like she'd promised dean, steph decided it was much easier to ice you out, ignoring you all together which didn't take long for you to catch onto.

you'd driven to and spent the night at alessia's thinking if you went to kyras that would be too easy for steph to find you, having sent kyra a quick message and prompty shut your phone off so your sister couldn't call you either.

the older english girl welcomed you in and listened to you rant but then made you promise you'd try to hear steph out today, advising your sister was probably more upset at being kept in the dark about it than she was about you actually seeing kyra.

alessia was of course correct, and that was what had been picking at steph as she stewed over things in bed last night, tossing and turning and barely getting a wink of sleep as suddenly she was overthinking everything.

how long had you been sneaking around? how long was this happening under her nose in her house? how long had you been lying to her? how long was kyra lying to her? why did you feel the need not to tell her? did you not trust her? had she been that bad of a sister? no, this was on you and not on her.

forever with a calm head on her shoulders alessia's words had stuck with you regardless, and you'd shown up to training with an olive branch in the form of a coffee for your sister and a new attitude toward hearing her out.

but when she completely blanked your attempt to even greet her good morning, that resolve died as quickly as it had been born.

"steph." you'd started softly, clearing your throat as lia sent you a warm smile, stopping her conversation with your sister who refused to turn around. "steph?" you tried again, lia and beth both frowning at the girl in question who turned but bent to tie her laces, clearly ignoring you.

"but i'm immature? right." you mumbled, harshly dumping her coffee in the bin as alessia winced, watching you storm off and kyra hurry after you as steph pretended not to notice and ignored her friends attempts to work out what that was all about.

"i would have drank that, just because she got caught does not mean she needs to waste a perfectly good coffee!" vic groaned as alessia shoved her, having filled her in but sworn her to secrecy not wanting to upset you or steph any further.

but steph was hardly subtle in the way she was clearly speaking about you to beth during warm ups, the blondes eyes darting toward you and kyra who'd paired up every few seconds which you hadn't missed.

"jesus!" kyra grunted as you grew tired of the fleeting glances and kicked the ball extra hard without watching, sending it sailing right into your girlfriends stomach who bent over winded with a wheeze.

"shit, i'm so sorry ky!" you hurried to her side with wide eyes, grabbing a water bottle alessia offered and handing it to the brunette who nodded with a grimace of pain, mumbling it was fine in between mouthfuls of water as she caught her breath.

catching the slight smirk on your sisters face at what had happened you shot to your feet, intending to march on over there and slap it off but someone grabbed the collar of your shirt before you could so much as take a step.

"nope, no catley brawl in the middle of training." caitlin shook her head, grip on your top tightening as you struggled to pull away but gave up with a defeated huff.

"kyra, finish warm ups with katie. you, come with me." caitlin ordered, dragging you away as you heard katie already start to tease kyra for the way she stared after you like a lost puppy.

meanwhile the smirk was wiped off stephs face but not in the way you wanted, instead she felt a strange feeling settle in her stomach at the way you'd sought out caitlin and were clearly confiding in her.

exactly the way you'd obviously told her about you and kyra before your own sister.

it was that resentment bubbling beneath the surface that perhaps the older girl should have known well enough to set aside and focus on football instead.

and it was that resentment that caused her to take you down perhaps a little too hard in the cool down game awhile later, the ball already gone from your possession when your sister slid into you, taking your legs out and sending you thumping to the ground.

you wheezed in pain, the wind knocked completely out of you by the unexpected tackle, squeezing your eyes shut and taking short sharp breaths as pain shot through your sides.

you heard some of the girls crowd around to check in, waving them off and grabbing leahs hand who pulled you up into a seated position. "i'm fine i'm fine, just winded." you brushed off the physio who hovered nearby.

"ankle? knee? no pain?" kyra squatted beside you with a concerned frown as you shook your head, the whistles blown to end the mornings session. "promise?" your girlfriend pushed as you nodded and mumbled the word back.

you didn't know if your sister would apologise, but you didn't give her a chance to either way as stina helped you to your feet and you took off inside, leaving both kyra and steph behind you.

~

you frowned as you entered the empty gym, your girlfriend having texted you to meet in here before the afternoon session to help her with something.

"kyra? ky?" you called out, hunting about but finding no sign of the midfielder. "she's so weird." you huffed, turning around to leave and screaming as suddenly there she was stood right behind you.

"gotcha!" the brunette grinned victoriously as you clutched your chest. "not funny cooney-cross." you warned catching your breath, heart pounding a million miles an hour.

"you always tell me i'm too loud, but i think i just proved i can be very very sneaky." kyra wiggled her eyebrows as you rolled your eyes. "is that seriously why you made me cut my lunch break early?" you sighed, unimpressed if a jump scare was all you were going to get out of this.

"no. i need your help stretching out my back before gym, please?" kyra asked hopefully, hands clasped together and slight pout on her lips. "you do realize there is an entire floor of physios who could do that right?" you couldn't help but smile.

"yeah...but i'd rather have your hands on me. i've barely seen you all day!" kyra groaned softly. "well whose fault is that!" you poked her accusingly as she smiled guiltily.

"okay its hard to train with stephs eyes shooting lasers at me every second, and thats when i'm not near you!" kyra admitted as you rolled your eyes but took her hands in yours. "where are we going?" your girlfriend asked as you begin to tug her away.

"somewhere stephs laser eyes can't hurt you." you mocked pouting at her as she huffed and bumped her shoulder into yours. "oh how romantic, you've put us both back in the closet." kyra teased as you pulled her into one of the equipment closets.

"are you going to make jokes or are you going to kiss me?" you asked boldly, raising an eyebrow as kyra made a point to snap her mouth shut and tug you closer, pressing her lips to yours without a seconds hesitation.

"-i said i don't want to talk about it caitlin." steph shut down her national teammate with a sigh, the forward trying to press her to talk about everything sensing bottling it up was only making things worse for the both of you.

"steph. you're hurt and you're upset that she didn't tell you, i understand that really. but so is she and avoiding her isn't going to make that go away, it'll get worse!" caitlin warned as steph hummed, rifling through the small stack of papers for her afternoon program.

"just think it over." caitlin gave in, squeezing her teammates shoulder and grabbing her program steph held out for her without another word, the rest of the team all slowly filing in.

now if you and kyra were maybe a little smarter, you might have kept track of time, or chose a less obvious hiding place for your little 'catch up', more specifically not hid out in the closet where the mats and rollers were kept, the mats and rollers that all the girls needed for their warm ups.

which is why one moment you were whispering something, lips pressed against kyras and soft giggles filling the air, and the next you were flat on your back with kyra laid out beside you, four concerned faces staring down at you.

"i didn't think it needed to be said but new rule, no making out in the equipment closet!" kim warned sternly, both you and kyra's faces blushing bright red as you hurried to your feet and she did the same, both of you drowned in the teasings of your teammates shortly after.

you caught your sisters eye as you grabbed your program, her jaw set and eyes piercing into yours you felt a wave of shame roll over you at her judgement, bowing your head and hurrying as far away from her as you could get.

"harsh." beth stated bluntly, knocking her shoulder into her best friends who blinked and glanced over to her, rolling out her hamstring. "thats unprofessional, she should know better." steph mumbled with a roll of her eyes.

"she's twenty one steph, and she's in loove." beth teased, quickly shut down by the sharp glare sent her way by your sister. "don't. she's an idiot, they both are." steph muttered, moving to roll out her back, watching as you arose from your own matt and followed after lotte to start your program.

"steph, she's a kid. kids make mistakes, should she have told you about the two of them? maybe. and when i say this i mean it with love-" beth started, steph averting her eyes toward the blonde and raising an eyebrow.

"-but doesn't your reaction also maybe explain why she held off?" beth smiled sympathetically as steph only sighed, ignoring the question as beth chose to let her sit with it, quickly changing topics.

and sit with it she did, not surprised when she returned home from training to an empty house despite the fact you'd left before her. though given calvin was nowhere to be found and your training bag was sat at your door, you'd clearly been and gone.

"boo!" steph let out a yell and spun around, hitting her fiance a few times who laughed and shielded himself. "alright alright! cool it karate catley." dean grinned as steph huffed, setting down her bag and shooting him one last glare.

"i see our mood hasn't improved. so you didn't talk to her then?" he asked, taking a seat at the counter as steph sighed, grabbing out a few things to make herself some food. "ugh she always does this!" your sister groaned, moving to take out the empty milk from the fridge.

"just further proves her immaturity." steph mumbled, tossing it away into the recycling and fixing her fiance with a glare as he chuckled. "something funny?" she challenged, the man still grinning.

"you do know its me who does that right?" dean advised as steph frowned.

"what? but she always says-" "once, she covered for me once. and you just assumed from then on that its been her!" "but why would she-" "do you remember when we had that argument? after i'd gone out for...a big night." dean winced at the memory as steph hummed in acknowledgement.

"well i drunkenly ate five bowls of cereal and left the milk empty in the fridge. we argued that next morning, you were angry with me and you grabbed out the milk for your coffee and it was empty and-"

"-and she took the blame so we wouldn't argue even more." steph realised with a sigh, drumming her fingers against the counter top. "bingo." dean clicked, leaning over and apologetically kissing her, promising he would no longer leave the milk there.

"then that same morning she went out and got me a coffee, took calvin for a walk and brought home flowers...which she said were from you." steph narrowed her eyes as her fiance winced and smiled sheepishly.

"what else has she taken the blame for or done for me that you took the credit for?" your sister gasped as dean grinned. "we're getting off track here. does this not maybe prove she's a bit more mature than you give her credit for?" dean pointed out, conveniently switching topics.

"covering for you being a grub hardly proves she's mature enough to balance school, football and a relationship." steph sighed, chopping up some fruit to make a smoothie. "but babe, technically she's already been doing that." dean pushed gently as steph paused, frown creeping into her features.

"has she failed a test?" "no." "handed in an assignment late?" "no." "seemed less sharp at football?" "no." "has she been playing poorly?" "no." "well..."

"yeah alright, i get your point." steph grumbled, pausing to massage her temples where she could feel a headache building. "talk to her steph. she's your sister she loves you, and even if she didn't tell you about her and kyra you know your approval means the world to her, she's always looked up to you." dean encouraged softly, standing and rounding the corner, steph melting into a warm hug.

"it really hurts i was one of the last to find out, i thought we were closer than that." steph mumbled into her fiances shoulder. "you are. maybe she didn't tell you because she was more worried about your reaction than other peoples, because it means more to her than anyone elses." dean offered as steph huffed.

"stop being right would you, its a very annoying switch up."

~

steph sighed and raised her hand, knocking on the door and taking a step back, arms crossed over her chest.

"oh! hi steph!" teyah made a point to say her name louder than needed making the australian chuckle. "you can relax with the warnings teyah, i just want to speak with kyra." steph spoke calmly, the blonde nodding and stepping aside.

"were you hiding behind the door?" steph raised an eyebrow as kyra instantly appeared, cheeks flushed bright red. "maybe." the younger girl mumbled, avoiding her gaze.

"i meant it, i just want to talk kyra." steph promised, the midfielder nodding in understanding as the older girl rolled her eyes. "are you going to let me in or are we going to stand here and chat with your neighbors too?" steph mocked as kyra stepped aside and allowed her in.

teyah caught kyras pleading gaze and made herself scarce, ignoring the girls silent begging not to leave her alone with steph who took a seat on the lounge, watching kyra squirm uncomfortably as the silence grew until she couldn't take it anymore.

"steph i'm so so so sorry we didn't tell you we were just worried about how you'd react and i wanted to leave the decision up to her since you're her family and i also didn't want to mess things up with you as well as her by jumping the gun and telling you first or pressuring her to tell you which hasn't worked because you're mad at me anyway but i really don't want to break up with her because i love her but i also love you but more like a sister even though thats weird because im dating your sister and-" kyra rambled out all in one breath, not pausing even for a second.

"kyra." she however fell silent at the single word, chest heaving slightly. "shut up and breathe." steph instructed as the midfielder exhaled shakily with a nod.

"how long have the two of you been together? don't lie to me." steph asked calmly, though her eyes warned the younger girl off of any dishonesty. "its complicated." kyra shifted with a frown.

"well, uncomplicate it." steph settled backward into the lounge more, crossing one leg over the other. "well we figured out we had feelings for one another awhile before we started dating, but with me in sweden and her in england we never had the time to give it a go-" kyra started with a sigh, steph nodding curtly for her to go on.

"then when the camp for the world cup rolled around and i let her know i'd be leaving sweden and trying to make a move over here, things changed, and we decided to try officially dating a few days before the tournament started." kyra explained, trying her best to untangle a rather twisted timeline.

"so you've been together for nearly six months." steph's voice was emotionless but kyra could see the thoughts swirling through her eyes and grimaced. "a little over five but...yeah." kyra mumbled, fiddling with her hands which sat in her lap.

so far this was easily the most serious conversation the two had ever had, and it was suffocating the younger girl.

"school. university is really important to her, and to me." steph stated, kyra opening and closing her mouth for a moment. "wait here." with that said the midfielder was up and darting off, steph watching her disappear with a confused frown.

though she returned not even a minute later, calendar and a small bag in hand which she promptly dumped in stephs lap, cautiously taking a seat closer to her than she was before.

"whats all this?" steph questioned not any less confused at the items in her lap. "well as we know im not really...an organised person." kyra sighed. "understatement of the century." steph mumbled, eyes raking over the pages in front of her.

"right. well i might not have a calendar for my every day life, my agent handles that." the midfielder blushed as steph rolled her eyes. "but i do have one for your sister. i know school is important to her and i don't want to get in the way of that steph, i promise." her tone softened as she grabbed the bag.

"i have all these coloured stickers and tabs-" she pulled open the drawstring and showed steph the inside who nodded slowly. "well they all mean different things, this is the key-" she pulled out a piece of card from inside the bag and handed it to steph.

"the blue tabs are days she has exams, the orange tabs are days she needs to study, the red tabs are days i can't interrupt her studying, normally a few days before her exams-" kyras finger moved across the key as steph nodded wordlessly.

"the yellow tabs are days where i need to force her to take a break so she doesn't burn out, and those aren't always days she has to spend with me either. the gold stars are days where her assignments are due, the footballs are game days, the kangaroos and international break and the little flowers are days off." kyra flicked through month after month, pointing out each sticker to steph who admittedly was still speechless.

"you can't even remember your boots on game day...but you keep track of her entire schedule?" the older girl eventually questioned, moving the calendar and bag onto the coffee table and turning to face a bright red kyra who shyly nodded.

"i-i love your sister steph. she runs rings around me and she has so much potential and drive and commitment, i don't want to ever hold her back. i know you might not think i'm good enough for her or smart enough or that im too immature or annoying but i really really care about her. she was my best friend before she was my girlfriend, i've always cared and i wouldn't dream of ever hurting her." kyra bounced her knee nervously as she spoke, feeling frightfully vulnerable and out of her comfort zone with this conversation.

"i know you care about her, and this just proves that." steph sighed deeply, nodding to the calendar. "its not that i don't think you're good enough for her kyra, and your intelligence has nothing to do with it. thats my baby sister, no one will ever be good enough for her." steph promised seriously as kyra nodded quickly.

"but it hurts that neither of you felt like you could come and speak with me about this. though you're not the one i need to have that conversation with-" steph exhaled, dragging her hands down her face and suddenly standing.

kyra followed suit, tracking after her back to the front door as steph pulled it open and hovered in the doorway. "i know you care about her kyra, i do. and you're both adults as hard as it is for me to admit that, and as much as you don't often act like one." kyra cracked a tiny smile at that.

"you don't need my permission or my approval, but you do have it-" steph assured softly as kyra breathed a long overdue sigh of relief, though that died in her throat as steph grabbed a fistful of her hoodie and tugged her closer.

"but if you ever and i mean ever hurt her kyra, you will pay for it. i will make your life a living hell and you will never speak to, look at or breathe near her again. got it?" steph warned seriously as kyra nodded hurriedly, the older girl smiling happily at the fear on her face.

"good, i'm glad we had this talk." steph let go, smoothing out her hoodie and squeezing kyra's shoulder with a nod. "see you at training tomorrow." steph turned to leave, kyra's head popping out of the door.

"i can call her to see where-" "no it's okay, i know exactly where she is."

"oh and kyra?" steph turned one final time, catching the younger girls eye. "if i catch the two of you making out in a closet again, i will snap your ankle."

~

sure enough, you were exactly where steph thought you would be.

not far from her house in st albans there was a huge park that you often took calvin to when you wanted to read in the sun, the pair of you would curl up on a blanket and it never ceased to amaze steph just how calm the normally hyperactive pooch became when you needed him to be, dean teasing you were some sort of dog whisperer.

just as your sister thought you were laid down on a blanket, but there wasn't a book in your hands and the very moment calvin laid eyes on his mum he bolted, almost taking your hand off which was wrapped around his lead.

but knowing all too well he only went haywire like this for one person you let go with a sigh, closing your eyes and making no move to acknowledge the older girl when you felt her sit down beside you.

you grunted as calvin laid himself down, head flopping down onto your stomach as his bottom half curled up into steph who'd also laid down on the blanket, an uncomfortably tense silence between the pair of you.

"sorry for the poor tackle today." your sister broke it first, only getting a quiet hum from you in reply as she sighed, thinking carefully about her next words before speaking them.

"why didn't you tell me?" but of course that all went out the window as her curiosity burned forth, clouded by the hurt that came with the reveal.

"you cannot seriously be asking me that steph?" you scoffed, glancing to her and looking away with a roll of your eyes. "look at your reaction, why do you think i didn't tell you." you mumbled, crossing your arms and glaring up at the sky above.

"okay...fair." your sister sighed, a frown thrown her way by you surprised at the small admission of guilt. "i only lashed out because i was hurt that you didn't come to me first. you've never kept secrets from me before, at least not huge ones like this." the older girl confessed, pausing to give you a chance to think it over.

"i was worried you'd freak out, which you did. you always treat me like a baby and i'm not anymore steph, i'm old enough to make my own decisions and if those decisions have consequences then they are mine to deal with." you warned, adjusting your position slightly.

"again, that's fair." your sister agreed once more to your surprise. "you're being suspiciously agreeable." you mumbled, steph reaching over to shove you lightly, a slight smile on her lips.

"it may have been already pointed out to me that the way i handled this only made you not telling me more valid." steph admitted, a slightly more comfortable silence falling between the two of you for a few moments as you sat with your own thoughts.

"i spoke to kyra." "i know, she called me panicking the moment she saw you pull up in the car park." you chuckled lightly, shielding your face with your hands as the clouds parted and the sun shone down.

"i talked her out of jumping out of her window before you got there though." "she is...something else."

"but, you're happy. right?" steph sat up a little more and looked down with a frown of concern. "yeah i am. i know kyra can be a pest but when its just the two of us its different, i love her and she loves me and she would never treat me poorly or ever get in the way of football or school or anything." you followed her lead and sat up, grabbing the tennis ball from beside you and tossing it for calvin as he sprinted off.

"oh i know, i saw her little calendar." steph smiled wider as you frowned. "what calendar?" you questioned, confused as your sister raised an eyebrow. "i'll let her explain that, ask her about it." the older girl chuckled.

"maybe at dinner, at our place tomorrow." steph extended the final olive branch as you paused for a minute to think it over. "you won't be really weird about it? make her uncomfortable?" you questioned a little hesitantly.

"i will be your older sister who will never think anyones good enough for you, that your girlfriend should be at least a little scared of." steph smiled honestly as you rolled your eyes.

"she's already terrified of you." "a wise choice. this might work out in my favor, she can annoy you instead of me." your sister grinned, poking you and whistling for calvin to come back as he was making some new friends.

"oh no we'll just both team up to annoy you now stephanie." you returned her grin as she groaned and grabbed calvins lead, clipping it onto his collar as you both made your way to your feet ready to head back home.

"hey. if you're happy then i would never stand in the way of that, as your sister all i ever want is you to be with someone who cares about you and though kyra might not have been my first choice, it isn't up to me anyway. you're right you are an adult, and maybe i need to work a little more on treating you like one." steph admitted, surprised as you stepped forward and hugged her tightly.

"well this is nice." your sister exhaled, cradling your head just like she would when you were much younger. "i'm sorry i waited so long to tell you, i didn't mean to upset you." you admitted into her shoulder. "i know, i can tell when you mean to upset me." the girl teased making you smile as you pulled away, grabbing the blanket and tucking it into the tote on your shoulder, the pair of you walking side by side.

"does you treating me like an adult mean you'll finally stop calling me peanut?" "oh absolutely not, you'll always be my little peanut no matter how old you get." "just when i thought we were having a nice moment." "hey embarrassing you is my right as your older sister, you never get to take that away from me."

#woso #woso community #kyra cooney cross x reader #kyra cooney cross #woso x reader #woso fanfics #woso imagine #woso blurbs #steph catley x reader #steph catley #awfc x reader

[poppy-metal]

fail marriage au…………………….

having your first big blow out fight after marriage counselling. putting everything you ever found aggravating or disrespectful or wrong or even just a bit annoying on the table. art doing exactly the same. it gets mean. it gets personal. it gets ugly. you scream at him, scream like a banshee and he shouts back. veins you didn’t know he had bulge in his neck, his fingers flex as he wildly gesticulates. you throw something, a plastic tv remote that shatters against the wall. it all passes in a heated blur, you hardly know what you’re doing or saying but that blood is pumping through your veins and you’re alive and so is art. alive. furious, at you. you stalk up to him, and he stands tall above you, looming like a storm cloud. a sweet faced angelic storm cloud that right at this second you couldn’t fucking stand. you jab at his chest with your finger as you yell, lay into him. why couldn’t he tell you how he feels? why did he have to be so fucking passive aggressive? why was tashi the centre of his fucking universe? why couldn’t he be a fucking man and tell you what he really wants? be a man art. be a fucking man for once in your goddamn life.

his nostrils flare, his anger rising with every poke. he grabs your wrist, yanks it up and leans in close. stooping, showing you that he is bigger. he would stoop to your level. he will fight back. you feel his breath on your nose and seethe. he’s still minty fresh. stupid cunt.

“what i want is for you to shut the fuck up and stop acting like you know everything.”

“fuck off, you limp dicked sack of shit.”

“fuck you cunt.” he flicks those brutal syllables at you, chewing his words, opening his mouth so you can see his tongue forming them. you feel the severity in the pit of your stomach. you feel something else lower.

“fuck me? fuck you!”

and in that moment you drew together, moving as one, in the most violent kiss of the modern age. he squeezes your wrist, still held aloft. your other hand grips his shirt collar, pulling so hard it hurts his neck. good. you hope his delicate little neck gets a friction burn and a rash and you hope it stings forever. he tongues furiously at your mouth, mashing his lips into yours and licking the side of your mouth. eating your face like he eats pussy. which he hasn’t done in a while, another thing to yell at him about later. his other hand grips the back of your head, holding it still so you have no choice but to recieve his hot, angry love. you kiss back with equal fury. you want to make him suffer your love. don’t want it? tough luck. it’s his. and he will take it. he grunts into your mouth, it vibrates your tongue. you pull back, but he doesn’t let you. he forces you back nearer to him, spine curving in hateful ecstasy. he kisses you for a few more seconds before drawing back only a few centimetres to rest his forehead on yours and breathe. your lips are wet with him.

“i love you,” you breath.

he caresses the back of your head.

“prove it.”

me when i overachieve.

anyway this is apart of my failmarriage au and you should probably read this part first to understand whats going on here. or just follow the #failmarriage au tag that i have.

your breath shudders out of you. you'd never heard that tone from him before, or rather, never directed at you. not exactly cold but, chilled. serious and pointed. dominant.

your hands fall from his hair, sliding down his throat, his shoulders. you stare into his eyes - he stares back. you feel like you're on a razor thin wire. concede or push back.

you wonder what this will fix. but you don't think you care. you want him. you miss him. your heart is pounding just thinking about it. you take a step back, two, three, several paces.

"okay," you say. you dont even know what you're agreeing too, just that you want it, whatever it is.

before you even have time to linger on that thought though -

because art is already stalking towards you, undoing his soft leather belt and letting it drop to the floor. you couldn’t move. you couldn’t breathe. just watching in this kind of stupified silence as art unczips his pants and slides his delicate fingers under his waistband. In three strides, art was right up in your space, owning it,  staring you down with a cool kind of control in his eyes, heavy cock in his hand, already hard and flushed and mouthwateringly beautiful. you couldn’t speak. you couldn’t think. all you could see was art. 

when art spoke, his voice was an iron grip closing around your throat. each word as clear and distinct as a brand to your hot skin.

“get on your knees”

you sink to the floor. It felt like falling, your knees knocked out from under you by the invisible string of his command that binds you to him. breath punches out of your lungs as you let yourself go under. art was already reaching out and grabbing the back of your head and shoving his cock past your waiting lips, pushing all the way to the hilt as his leaking head slammed into the back of your throat.

“god,” art breathed out, vice grip holding you in place. “You’re beautiful like this” and you were lost. years of built resentment and anxiety dissipating like smoke as art took over your senses. the taste of him, the smell of him, the warmth of him, the silk soft press of his cock down your throat. It was everything you’d been longing for from him. 

your hands fly up to grip art’s waist, fingers trying to find purchase, pressing him deeper, holding him deeper, worried he might pull out but not able to hold yourself back. when art didn’t say anything, didn't tell you to stop, you sank forward and started to suck greedily, tongue running over art’s throbbing length, trying desperately to take him apart, to please him, to worship him, to give him what he wanted. 

you heard yourself whine, felt your body sway forward, but you managed to hold yourself still, keep your tongue flat, keep your mouth wide and waiting, holding art still against the back of your throat, wanting desperately to prove you were good. that you loved him. That you wanted, wanted, wanted him.

"give me your hand,” art breathes, looking down at you, and you think briefly of the ancient greek god apollo, and how if art was a deity, you.d gladly stay right where you are. lovingly holding him in the back of your throat. 

your mind was already starting to go fuzzy with the heavy weight of art on the back of your tongue, salt slowly leaking from his pink slit, the slow stretch of his your lips around art’s shaft starting to ache in your jaw. , but, still you had enough awareness to look up confused, meeting art’s eyes in a question. but art didn’t offer an explanation. just looked down at you, hand held out, patiently waiting, like it wasn’t a question of whether you would obey; it was just a matter of when.

shakily, your hand reaches out to his. by instinct or by pure coincidence, its the hand with your wedding band on it. your fingers brush against each other, and then arts fingers, lithe and strong, an athlete's fingers, slide between yours. he brings your clasped hands together against his chest. if your throat wasn’t stuffed with cock you’d gasp at the gesture, the intimacy of it alone. your palm against his bare chest, his right pectoral. right over his thunderous heartbeat. his wedding band presses against yours. 

“Im gonna move, okay?” he breathes down at you, and his hand squeezes yours. “If you want me to stop just squeeze my hand two times.”

you nodded, a slight movement, eager and unbidden. art ran a finger under your jaw, fluttering his fingers against you. you had to shuffle a little to keep as much of art in your mouth as you could as he exhaled and used his free hand to slide against the back of your skull, cupping it tenderly.

a little punched-out gasp falls from arts lips as he slowly rocked his hips, pushingas deep as he could go as you moaned around him. art took a second, waited for you to look at him, blink the tears from your eyes, before he started the slow glide out of your mouth. you laid your tongue flat against the underside of him, tracing the veins, unable to move forward to chase him back down your throat as arts hand kept you firmly in place.

when he was all the way out, spit slick and gleaming, he rested the flushed head of himself against your bottom lip. rubbed himself there, traced every contour of your mouth with the slit of his cock. glossing your lips with the sheen of his precum. 

“I love you.” he said - voice choked and you couldnt tell if it was from emotion or lust, maybe a combination of the two. 

you felt something flare hot in your belly, but before you could utter a word, art was sliding back home, right back into the silk pallet of your throat. and you welcomed him greedily, lapping up every inch he gave you. 

the whole while you held his hand, still pressed against his chest. you tilted open your jaw as wide as it could go, imagining you wanted to be a snake and swallow him whole. you took everything. you breathed through your nose when he was settled fully inside you - you sucked around him when he began to pull back, suctioning your mouth around him to mimic a pussy. a tight hole.

arent i such a good wife, you thought. no one could take his cock like you could. no one would drop to their knees and let themselves be used this way, but you would. to you, this was love. this was passion. 

art lasted a few more minutes before he was dragging himself free from the warm hug of your throat -

“I want you spread out on the kitchen counter," art panted, jerking his chin. he reached down to wrap a loose hand around his wet cock, stroking it languidly. your throat ached with missing it. “I need to be inside you. I want to -” he swallows. “I want to fuck you."

you inhaled sharply. it was a word you didn't often hear from arts lips. especially in reference to sex. the crude word coming from him made your belly clench warmly. more, you wanted more of that.

you stared at each other for what felt like forever but was probably only a couple seconds, art’s cock still only inches from your face. you watched transfixed as art’s leaking head slipped between the tight circle of his fingers, flushed tip disappearing and pushing back through. It was filthy, it was gorgeous, and your whole body shuddered imagining what it would feel like at your entrance: the slow press, the slick head, the aching burn as it slowly pushed inside. because it would burn. the last time you’d had sex….. you didnt want to think about it.

Instead you hurriedly scrambled to obey. shoving the straps of your dress down as you went, feeling it pool around your waist as you bent against the cool marble of the counter. you’d never fucked here. suddenly that was a crazy thought to you. wasnt it a kind of ritual for a couple - to christen the house? your fingers curled into your palms as you pressed your bare chest down. 

you felt art come up behind you and your breath hitched when you felt his palms skimming up the backs of your thighs. you hadnt realized you’d been trembling until that moment. something about his touch calmed you though. 

ridiculous,  to be shy when this was your husband. he’d seen your cunt a hundred times.

all thoughts fled your head when those familiar fingers parted the lips of your cunt - finding you wet. “baby” art’s strangled voice reached your ears as he felt through your delicate slit - he sounded beside himself with wonder. that you,d be this wet for him. this ready. he slid two fingers in easily - just a slight pressure at your entrance and there was a give of the flesh. and he was in - inside you. pumping steadily. “that’s it,” a kiss at the base of your spine, soft and special. “let me in. give me whats mine.”

yours, you dont know if you breathed it or just echoed it in your head. hips pushing back into him, opening yourself further. the stretch was full but it felt so right. 

“god - you’re so responsive - how could i forget -” he was working himself up. his thumb nudged your clit, circled it with the pad before pressing down on it, his own goran covering up your keen. like it affected him more than it did you, to feel how you throbbed against him with need. “gonna put my tongue on your clit everyday and you’re going to let me. let me worship what i married, spread your legs and fucking take it-”

“oh god,” you’re whining. practically humping your cunt on his fingers. “whatever you want, baby. take it, its all yours.” 

you clench around nothing when he suddenly yanks his fingers free, but you dont have to mourn the loss long, your empty spasming hole feeling the silken pressure of his cock in the next second. he grips your waist, wholly possessive as he drags you back onto him and, oh. Its so blissful. that tender ache in your cunt as its filled to the brim. You’d-

“fuck - i missed this - missed your pussy -” 

yes, yes missed. you’d missed this.

art adjusts himself. spreads out his legs so he can really move, leans his broad chest over your back, covering you, smothering you, squishing you into the countertop but he doesnt care. you dont care. pinned beneath him and speared open like this - you’ve never felt more loved by him. 

“so tight and warm - god - i never wanna leave -” he watches, pink lips parted where you’ve taken him. the flared open lips of your pussy hugging the base of his cock. a groan rips from his chest, loud, because he wants you to know, really fucking know, how overwhelmed he is, how much you make him feel, as he slowly drags himself out - only able to make it halfway before he has to bury himself back into that tight heat. your walls tighten and squeeze around him in these luxurious pulls and he feels spit pool in his mouth, the sensation enough to empty his brain. he rocks there, barely pulling free from the clutch of your body. 

“treat me so well with this - little cunt - “ wet desperate kisses are pressed wherever he can reach, his mouth hungry for the salt of your skin. he pulls it between his teeth, some raw animal part of him just wanting to naw on you. he rubs his forehead against your shoulders as he starts to move his hips faster. finally pulling out all the way before he slams back in, knocking your hips into the hard marble, and he should say sorry, he should take more care, you’ll be bruised surely, but then his mind flits back to your therapy session - at the words you’d both said - how you felt - and the words exchanged in your fight. and he feels something kindle in his chest, sparked to life by the liquid heat pouring through him - you fucking - you’re so cruel sometimes and you dont even know - you dont even see what you’re doing to him, the power you hold, how much he’d give to you if only you’d fucking open up to him. get angry at him. demand more of what you want instead of fucking expecting him to read your goddamn mind. 

he hadn’t felt the wet grip of his wifes pussy in months until just now. that couldn’t happen again. 

he pulls himself to his full height - using his ringed hand to make a makeshift leash of your hair, wrapping it around his tan fist. anchors you back onto his hard dick again and again in hard punishing pulls that seem to punch moans from you.

“this is how i should have treated you from the beginning, huh? come home every day and bend you over the minute i step through the door. pound out all my frustrations on this tight cunt. use you to masturbate my dick.” he grunts - that viseral fury that’d you’d seen spark in him briefly before was back in full force now. you could feel it in the reverberating clap of his balls against your ass. the forceful grip on your hair, yanking your neck back, nearly pulling your chest off the counter, your tits bouncing. “maybe then you’d appreciate me.”

you dont know what part in you is broken that soaks his cock at his treatment instead of clamping up. his anger, his vitriol, it all speaks to a deep part inside of you that screams to be wanted. you whimper and bear down around him, meeting him instead of shying away. 

“g - od - oh god, art - “

“would that make you my happy little wife?” he slows back down. drags his thick length in and out of you in purposeful rolls of his hips. “I bring all my shit to you and you devote this hot little pussy to warming my dick. you’ll take care of me, right? drop to your knees and give me a proper fucking welcome home.”

you cant think. your eyes are rolling back, your brain fogging. Its so good, oh god, how is it so fucking good. you’re drenched between your thighs, you can feel it running down your thighs. you can feel the hot raw part of your pussy that is being penetrated again and again on his cock as it retreats and then glides back in. 

“Im gonna cum.” is all you can say. “art, im so close -”

“fuck,” he stops his movements. grinding his hips into yours, churning his dick inside you. his mouth skims your ear, he lets go of your hair to grip you around the throat. “tell me you love me. tell me you love me when you cum, baby, or i swear to god, i cant do this anymore -” 

“I love you!” the words are the truest they’ve ever been in years. you’re on your tippy toes, squirming, trying to get away or trying to get closer, you cant tell. probably closer. you want art to carve apart for himself inside you - brand himself on you forever so you can never leave, never forget, never doubt this marriage. “I love you, i love you, i love you, i love-”

“I love you too. fuck - i need you to cum. cum on my cock and show me you still want this -” 

you shatter apart. a million stars exploding in a galaxy. arts strong arms come around you like a band, wrapping you up against him as you shake. your breaths come out harshly in sync. the beats of your heart a fast thrum between you. 

you turn your head, desperately seeking, and he’s there, already leaning down to take your lips in a kiss. 

the weight of him still inside you is one you take comfort in. you dont want him to leave your body. you dont want this to end. 

“stay,” you whisper against his mouth. 

his hand cups your cheek, strokes his thumb over the swell of your flushed skin. “always,” he says back. 

#ask #poppy fic #frens <3 #LMAO THIS TOOK ME HOURS AND ITS NOT EVEN 3K #wipes sweat from forehead #failmarriage au #art donaldson x reader #art donaldson smut #challengers x reader #challengers smut

[rationaliity]

gonna just drop a bulletpoint story out there because this aint a lot to go off of but you're soooo right, speak your truth i love you. you're putting two of my favorite things together, ratio and kitsune / foxes

♡ kitsune! ratio who got eight tails, some joke its one tail for each subject that he's graduated college with a master's degree for

♡ he's really is far more playful than people give him credit for, although in his own deadpan kind of way

♡ like, no, he doesn't outright make jokes, but he'll say stuff that goes over people's heads and then loudly exclaim " why do i even bother ?! " with a feigned annoyance, but it's okay because its ratio and it's cute

♡ he really takes the ' sly fox ' thing to heart. i mean, he already works in the shadows, sly is just a part of who he is

♡ but he is still a good person !! people may often assume that he's not because of how he acts and they attribute that to being a kitsune, but he really does care about humans

♡ especially one stupid little human who likes to visit the shrine he lives at a lot

♡ yeah, you caught his attention, but he would much rather die than admit that to you

♡ he doesn't say anything when you offer him the good tuna while he's in his fox form, even though it irks him a little bit because he's a fox, you moron, not a wild cat

♡ shouldn't you be trying to run away from him anyways ? why are you so brazen about walking up to a fox ? don't you know that they're wild animals and they can hurt you if they wanted to ?

♡ you're so lucky that he doesn't want to, otherwise it would be a problem on your side

♡ he eats the tuna every time you bring it for an offering, enjoying it even though he bites back a snarky comment every single time

♡ he's smart enough not to bite the hand that feeds him. his shrine is so far out into the woods that you're really the only one who comes to visit him from time to time, something that he was silently grateful for

♡ he's not tied to the shrine, he can leave if he wanted to, and he's often out and about doing whatever he wanted to, usually finding a hapless human like you and quietly guiding them towards a better solution

♡ but you liked to visit the shrine every wednesday, so he made sure he was there every wednesday

♡ why ? because he wanted to

♡ when he finally revealed his true form to you, it was purely to educate you on something stupid that you had done, at least that's what he told himself

♡ you'd gotten cut by the bramble out in the forest while making the trip to him, and so of course he had to show his true form to bandage your wounds, that was only proper of him

♡ while biting your ear off about not even worrying about the wound until you were at the shrine. what if it got infected, or worse ? you truly were a foolish human

♡ all eight of his tails are angrily flicking the ground below him as he patches you up the best he can, meanwhile berating you for your idiocy, something that he cant stand

♡ and you're just smiling like a moron, too, despite being injured ! he can't wrap his head around you !

♡ finally, once youre all taken care of, he has to ask why you offer him food, when he just looked like a regular fox to you at the shrine

♡ possibly the most annoying thing ever, you don't have a good answer. no profound understanding, just because you want to

♡ he's so frustrated with you he's sure he may pop a blood vessel, and you offer to leave, but he tells you to stay. it would've made the trip and your injury meaningless if you left so suddenly without staying for anything

♡ and when the sun begins to set, you find him... following you away from the shrine ?

♡ ask him what he's doing and he's just going to give you a simple answer, and if this should've been common knowledge to you all along, and you were an idiot for asking

♡ " of course, someone has to watch over you to make sure you don't accidentally get yourself killed. "

— ♡ rationaliity 2024

#honkai star rail #hsr fanfic #honkai sr #dr ratio #honkai star rail x reader #x reader #hsr x reader #veritas ratio #hsr dr ratio #dr ratio x reader #drabble #ratio x reader #star rail #hsr veritas #veritas ratio x reader #veritas x reader

[999h34rt]

CRUSH CRAZY | PAIGE BUECKERS

➣ paige x fem!physio

➣ summary: the new physio of the Uconn Wbb has caught the eye of their golden player, but it seems Paige has become a little... crush crazy.

➣ warnings: hoping none

➣ i hateee thisss but its been sitting in my drafts so i finally finished it 😭

"AND BEFORE YOU TAKE THE PILLS MAKE SURE YOU ATE SOME FOOD" I said to Azzi. It's been about 2 weeks since I started working with her, the Uconn medical staff have been nothing but welcoming.

At first, I didn't know what I was getting myself into, where I come from basketball isn't a big enough thing the way football is ( soccer ). I also didn't spend that much tie on social media, but as soon as I opened tiktok, tons of edits filled my page, most about Uconn and other teams. There were especially edits of Uconn's number five.

Paige Bueckers.

The girl was attractive. And she had the confidence to prove it. Me and Paige had very little contact together , but even if it was for a second, for some odd reason, my stomach was filled with butterflies.

"Thank you again" Azzi's sweet voice said. I turned around to look at the girl, after she underwent surgery for tearing her ACL during practice last November, there was still a little pain in the leg, but nothing that should stop her from rejoining the team in January. Of course, left out from not being in the action.

"No problem and please be careful ,i dont wanna se you anymore, you're boring' I jokingly said to her, she let out a laugh. I heard a chuckle behind me, when I turned, there in all er glory, number five.

"Hi Paige" I muttered, suddenly becoming shy.

"Hey" She said grinning. "Soooooo..."

"Paige" I said sternly, hiding my smile. "What are you doing here?"

"I-I was just checking up on Azzi" She told me, cracking a small smile at Azzi. I hoped the disappointed wasn't showing in my face, the delusional part in me was hoping she just came to see me.

"Well she's all yours"

✰

"Coach" Nika yelled, suddenly at Geno. "I don't feel so good"

"What happened?" Geno questioned her, making her sit down. She was fine 10 minutes ago.

"I feel like I'm gonna throw up" She said, staring at the ground. Coach felt Paige come beside him. "You okay?" Paige asked, Nika shook her head.

"Maybe we should call Y/N" Paige said, Nika nodded. Geno looked at the both of them, did they hit their head?

"Y/N's a physio, she doesn't deal with stomach problems" He explained, then he heard a cackle come from behind them. KK.

Now he got it, just before Nika came up to him, she was talking with Paige and KK, the three of them whispering amongst one another. Knowing Paige and her little crush, he could figure out that she put Nika up to this.

"Try telling me that again after suicides, maybe i'll believe it then" He said,trying to hide his smile, both Nika and Paige groaned. KK struggled to hide her laugh, scratch that, she didn't even hide it.

"Girl Boo, maybe next time" She said to Paige, laughing.

✰

Practice was over, and everybody was tired. Most of them half a sleep, including Paige. While they were used to their morning practices, Paige had a late night.

"Nah I'm going pick up something from Y/N real quick" She hard Aubrey say. Hearing Y/N name, Paige was awake real quick.

" I'll come with you" She offered, the locker suddenly filled with laughs. Her teammate agreed but not before teasing her with the rest. After getting ready, both of the Uconn basketball players made their way to the medical wing, Paige was nervous, she was always nervous to see Y/N. Suddenly feeling insecure, Paige smelled herself, stressing because she's sweaty. She heard her teammate laugh. "Bro relax" Aubrey reassured her.

When they finally stood in front of Y/N's office door, when Aubrey saw that Paige was still in a bit of a daze, she took the honor of knocking on the office door. When they both heard a sweet voice yelling come in, they followed her orders.

"Oh Hi" I said surprised to see both of them here. Aubrey replied greeting me back, but Paige, just stood there staring at her, grinning like a maniac. "Hi P" I said to her.

"Hey" she replied. Before i could ask what she was doing here, Aubrey caught my attention, asking about her meds and if she could take lighter ones. I replied to all her questions, asking if she was feeling okay or if she needed a checkup. While i talked to Aubrey, i could feel Paige's eyes on me at the side of my head.

As Aubrey left, i expected for Paige to follow her, but the blonde didn't move. "P, do you need something?" i asked her.

"there's this party tonight , you should stop by"

Was Paige inviting you as a date? no.

"Okay, text me the details and i'll think about it" i kinda accepted her invite. Tonight i already made plans with my roommate, i don't think its a good idea to cancel those just because i want to see my crush. I also didn't want my hopes to be up.

While Y/N thought about that, Paige was beaming with excitement on the inside, if Y/N did show up tonight. this was going to be the night where she made her move.

✰

She didn't show, she. didn't. show.

In Y/N's head, she didn't think not being at that party was a big deal. se assumed Paige was just being nice inviting her and she definitely didn't know that P was disappointed.

Today they had normal hard practices, and today was actually the final time Paige tried to get Y/N's attention. no like actually the last time.

As she dribbled the ball, suddenly she dropped the ball, and dramatically fell to the ground. Ice let out a laugh, but while she knew what Paige's plan was, Geno and Y/N didn't.

I gasped, seeing Paige suddenly on the ground, she was fine literally 10seconds ago. Quickly running over, followed by the rest of the coaching staff.

“Can u get up by yourself?”

“I can try”

okay good sign, good sign. it’s not broken.

“To my office” I instructed both Nika and Paige. While holding on to Paige, giving her a bit of support.

When we arrived, I made Paige lay down. And started testing her knee. It seemed fine, actually perfect.

“Maybe we should get another opinion, I don’t think my brains working properly”

I can’t seem to find out whats wrong, she says her knee hurts, but the tests i did make her look perfect.

“Ummm Alright” i heard her hesitate. Her voice slightly nervous.

“Paige”

“Yeah”

“Are you… not injured?”

“Kinda” She answered.

I furrowed my eyebrows, making me think back. Maybe she didn’t want the pressure or she just wanted an excuse out of practice.

“Paige if you are using this to get out of practice well you’ve got another thing comi-”

“Im using this as an excuse to see you” She cut you off.

“What”

“I’ve literally been giving you hints all year and you’re telling me you didnt know i liked you?”

“Well no” I answered honestly. When i finally met her eyes, a small smile took over my face. Her sad face turned hopeful. She pulled her head up and it was a centimeter away from my lips, knowing shes hesitant i leaned down and connected our lips.

“I like you too P” i said “You couldve just asked me out and this wouldn’t have had to happen”

“Don’t even try to turn this on me ma” she started ranting, you just laughed and stood there watching. Okay so you weren’t delusional.

✰

#paige bueckers #uconn #paige bueckers headcannons #paige bueckers imagine #paige bueckers x reader #wnba #nika muhl #paige bueckers x oc #paige bueckers x y/n

[swarvey]

how they would propose | sdv bachelors x g/n!reader

-> in game, the farmer is always the one to present the mermaid's pendant to their lover — what if it was the other way around?

a/n: starting with half the boys, i'll be working on the rest of them + bachelorettes after ! i got a bit carried away with elliott's ... but can you blame me?

alex

carries the pendant around in his pocket for a week, hoping the right words will magically find him if he does

(they don't)

definitely the type to lock himself in the bathroom and stare at himself through the mirror while practicing what to say to you

decides to propose during a quiet walk in the evening so he has your full attention and all the time in the world to profess his love to you

alex swears his heart is about to fly out of his chest as the two of you walk hand in hand around pelican town, the sun long gone below the horizon. the street lamps guide the two of you, fireflies intermittently emitting gentle flashes of light.

he doesn't even realize you're expecting a response from him until you wave a hand in front of his face, moving in front of him so he's forced to look into your amused gaze.

"alex," you laugh, and his breath hitches, "are you listening? you look like you've been zoning out."

he musters an empty laugh back at you, internally panicking as he desperately tries to recall what you said. "what? me? no, i was just, uh . . ." think, alex, think! you can't mess up now! "i was thinking about gridball." he wants to smack himself.

"really?" you reply, raising your brows. "you're thinking about gridball, now? while i was talking to you about our anniversary coming up?"

shit.

his face pales, stopping in his tracks in the middle of the bridge near the museum. he groans, dropping your hand to run it through his hair — surely he can fix this, right?

"okay, cut the act," you say, worry beginning to show in your features. "is everything alright? what's bugging you?"

"nothing, really! it's just that, uh . . ." alex inhales a quick breath to prepare himself before grabbing both your hands in his. "you know i love you, right?"

"yes . . .," you trail off. you look at him with concerned eyes, beginning to look uneasy. "now i'm really worried—"

"no, no! just hear me out, alright?" you nod. "you know, before you moved here, my view on life was pretty boring," he admits. "all i really cared about was gridball and my grandparents. and dusty, of course, and i guess sam and haley, too—" he shakes his head, blush beginning to cover his cheeks. "whatever, you get what i'm trying to say, right?"

"i'm not entirely sure if i follow," you reply, smiling at how flustered he's gotten. "what are you getting at, alex?"

he sighs. "listen, you moving here was the best thing that ever happened to me. you've shown me there's tons more to life than whatever i was doing before, like giving random gifts to everyone in town just to make them happy, or being a badass and fighting off monsters!" you laugh, and he grins. "anyways, now that i've had a taste of what being with you is like, i don't think i'm willing to share."

your jaw drops as he reaches into his pocket and gets on one knee, opening his palm to reveal a mermaid's pendant.

"will you marry me, y/n? so i can spend the rest of my life learning more awesome stuff from you?"

he nearly collapses in relief when you nod, whooping in joy before engulfing you in a tight hug. after a few moments, he can't help but kiss you strongly, a hand cradling the back of your head with the other on the small of your back. you smile into the kiss, pulling away only to look into his teary, overjoyed eyes.

"aren't you forgetting something?" you tease, glancing down at the pendant that's still clutched in his hand.

"oh, right!" you bend your head forward as he places it around your neck, beaming at the sight.

you hold the jewel in your hand, adrenaline pumping through your blood. "looks like we'll have to plan a wedding," you say, happily pecking alex's cheek.

"yes, this is so great!" he exclaims as he jumps in excitement, unable to control himself. "alright, first, we gotta figure out where we're going to cater food from, but i know grams will want to bake our cake," he rambles, grabbing your hand as he practically starts to drag you home. "oooh, and we should totally ask sam and his band to play something for us! he knows all the songs we like, anyway. i think all the guys will help me get all dressed up, but i bet haley and the rest of the girls would go crazy over helping you pick out what to wear, they probably know better anyway—"

"alex," you interrupt, laughing at his antics, "relax. we'll figure all this out tomorrow. let's just go home." he nods.

"you're right, honey," he agrees, swinging your intertwined hands playfully. "i'm going to need all the rest i can get if i'm gonna spend all of tomorrow bragging about my engagement."

shane

leaves the pendant in his nightstand drawer and looks at it every night before he goes to sleep for nearly a month

he truly never thought he would get married — who would want to marry him, the town drunk?

regardless, the past year with you has proven otherwise, and he knows now there's no one else he wants by his side

he decides to do it quite impulsively one day, literally grabbing it from his drawer and walking to your farm

(marnie nearly faints in excitement when she sees him walk out with the mermaid's pendant in hand, while jas cheers him on)

shane starts to get nervous when he doesn't see you anywhere on the farm, making sure to double-check all the chicken coops and barns before heading toward your house. your pet runs up to him, sniffing the hand wrapped around the pendant curiously.

"got any advice?" he asks jokingly, though he doesn't receive an answer — just a tilted head and wide eyes. "guess this one's on me," he sighs, looking at the jewelry nervously.

"shane? is that you?"

shane nearly drops it as he quickly shoves his hands into his pockets, watching as you step out from your greenhouse. of course, he thinks, the one place i didn't check.

"what are you doing here?" you ask, smiling at his sudden appearance. you're wearing dirt-covered gloves and your hair is touseled and frizzy; shane thinks you're glowing. "dinner's not til later, isn't it? or else i'll need a little time to get ready."

"no, i thought i would stop by a little early," he says. "i had something i wanted to talk to you about, actually." you nod, taking off your gloves and putting them in your bag.

"of course, what's up?" you ask, looking at him with those damn eyes that he could never resist.

"we should get married," he states bluntly, excitement sending chills down his body.

he wants to kick himself as you stare at him, blinking twice before saying, "y-yeah, i guess we should."

he nods, swallowing. "it makes sense, y'know?" he reasons, suddenly avoiding your eyes. "we've been with each other for a while now, and things have been going pretty good." he pauses. "you've gotten me through a lot, you know that? i mean, before you got here, i didn't think anyone in this town gave a damn about me — but you obviously do, for whatever reason, so i'll spend the rest of my life trying my best to be the guy you see me as."

he takes the mermaid's pendant out from his pocket, sheepishly looking at you as he holds it. his eyes are watering with emotion, and by the looks of it, so are yours.

"so, what do you say, honey?" he asks softly. "will you marry me?"

"yes," you reply, smiling as he puts the necklace on you. he laughs in disbelief when he sees you wearing it, still in shock that this is his reality. you roll your eyes, pulling him in for a deep kiss. you cry out in surprise as he hugs you strongly and even lifts you off the ground slightly, his eyes brighter than you've ever seen them.

"i can hardly believe this is real," he sighs, pulling you into his side. "guess i did one thing right in my lifetime."

you slap his arm, resting your head on his shoulder and closing your eyes. "you definitely didn't plan this out, did you?"

"huh? what makes you think that?"

"you couldn't even wait until dinner to ask?" you joke. "i guess it wasn't really a question, either—" you laugh as he pokes your side to cut you off.

"don't forget, you're the one who said yes," he retorts, smiling nonetheless. "you're officially stuck with me."

elliott

oh, he's had the mermaid's pendant for months. pretty much since you two got together

he tried to keep it a secret, he really did, but by the time he actually decides to propose, the rest of the bachelors and bachelorettes know

still, he wants the proposal to be for you and you only, so he plans on asking you during an evening picnic dinner on the beach

that doesn't stop him from asking his friends for some help, though

"is this really necessary?" sebastian questions, placing a candle into the sand and creating a pathway to the picnic blanket near the water.

"i think it's romantic," leah sighs, handing him another candle from the box in her arms. "he's been planning and buying all this stuff for weeks now. plus, candlelight always makes things more magical."

"i'm sure the moon will be bright enough tonight to add some 'magic.'"

"the light itself is not our concern, my friend," elliott says, wrapping an arm around seb — who scowls at the contact, but decides to let him get away with it just this once — and waving his arm to show off their setup. "i need this beach to represent a scene of pure love and endearment tonight, for my beloved deserves no less than a proposal for the century!"

"right," seb monotones. "well, the candles are all set up, so i'm heading to the shade."

"you want the speakers over here, el?" sam calls out, holding up one of his wireless speakers at the entrance of the beach.

"i've got one over here, too!" abigail yells from behind the cabin.

"perfect!" elliott replies, grinning as the setting he's been picturing finally comes together. he waves goodbye as everyone begins to head home, turning to the only part of his plan left untouched — the picnic blanket. i suppose the rest is up to me.

-

"are you ready, my dear?"

"elliott, i've been ready for the past twenty minutes," you say, playfully smacking the hands covering your eyes. "can i look now?" he laughs before finally lowering his arms, watching lovingly as your eyes widen at the setting in front of you.

"shall we?" he asks, holding his arm out. you gladly hold on to him as the two of you make your way down the beach, in awe at the candles lighting your way.

"i must be dreaming," you say, shaking your head. "how did you—? wait, where's the music coming from?" you realize soft acoustic music is playing throughout the beach, feeling as if you're in a movie scene.

"ah, that? i asked sam and abigail if i could borrow their speakers," elliott explains proudly. "i also recruited leah and sebastian to help me create this enchanting path."

you laugh. "let me guess, you asked alex and haley to distract me and bring me to the library?" your jaw dropped. "no, and you asked maru and penny to get lunch with me? all so i wouldn't come to find you?"

"i had a feeling my darling would venture to my whereabouts, so i requested the help of our colleagues to keep you away. though i'm sure it was difficult for you, i wanted this to be a surprise," he admits, smiling at you. "do you . . . like it?" he asks quietly, a bit scared he had done too much.

"elliott, this is more than anything i could have asked for," you say, warmth coating your words. "what's the occasion?"

he sighs in relief before replying, "have i ever needed a measly excuse to spoil you, dear?"

"i suppose not," you agree amusedly, recalling all the times you've returned home to a bouquet sitting on your porch.

finally, the two of you reach the end of the path, sitting together on the blanket. a big basket covered with a cloth sits at the center of it, as well as two plates, utensils, and your favorite food.

you shake your head. "this is ridiculous," you state, looking at elliott with big eyes. "how long have you been planning this?"

he hums in thought as he plates your food, pushing it towards you. "that, my dear, is none of your concern," he says, "though, i will say it took quite a bit of strategy. and money," he jokingly adds.

after the two of you eat, elliott hands the basket over to you, trying his very best to contain himself.

"i thought it'd be fitting to get you some gifts," he states, as you begin to uncover its contents one by one.

inside, you find a framed version of your favorite photo with him, a hand-painted mug, a poem, and—

you gasp. "are those rubies?" you ask, a couple red stones glittering at the top of the basket. you pick them up, realizing they're matching keychains.

"courtesy of emily," elliott explains. he hesitates, breathing out lightly before continuing. "rubies signify love and passion, you know, as well as good luck and prosperity."

you laugh lightly, holding up the keychains to the moonlight to see them shine. "perfect, should work wonders for us and the farm—"

"they also symbolize weddings."

you blink, gently setting down the gems as you look at him. he holds out the mermaid's pendant he has been patiently keeping for you, eyes already shining with tears as you gasp.

"y/n, the time we have spent together has been by far the best of my entire life," he starts, "and when i look to the future, i'm afraid i cannot picture one without you walking by my side. you are, and always will be, the love of my life, my shining light, my fairy book tale. you, my love, are my happy ending.

"so, will you do me the honors and marry me?"

you jump into his arms as soon as he finishes speaking, both of you laughing as he happily holds you.

"yes, elliott, of course!" you exclaim. he grins as he holds your face in his hands, covering your face in kisses before finally landing on your lips. your hands run through his hair before you fall backward, elliott landing on top of you with his hand cradling your head. you peck his nose, and he laughs once more before helping you sit up.

"here, let us celebrate with some wine!" he decides, grabbing two bottles he had left in the corner. "shane and harvey said these were the best the winery had to offer."

"you really got the whole town in on this, huh?" you tease, barely containing yourself as he helps you put on the jewelry.

he rubs the back of his head, slightly embarrassed. "well, it began with leah, and i thought it wouldn't hurt to tell harvey, but then of course i had to tell—" he stops himself. "secrecy has never been one of my strong suits, has it, love?"

you shake your head, leaning into his arm as you listen to the sound of the music mixing with the crashing of the waves.

"don't worry," you reassure, and he looks down at you with nothing but love in his gaze. "you have plenty of other traits to make up for it."

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[moonlightndaydreams]

Oh em goodness random thought. Maneater y/n and womanizer Chan, hyunjin, and Minho. Think about, Y/n things she has them all separated and wrapped around her fingers but, turns out they all know each other and have a little plan where one of them invites her and they all show up. Oh my goodness gracious IDC if it's f×m or m×m I needed to tell someone seriously or I might faint.🫧

I don't think I've ever imagined this combo before, but I am so happy you've share this juicy thought with me.

Here's what I am thinking...You're out and about seeing all three of them individually, thinking that you've got a wrapped around your finger. They take you on dates, buy you nice clothes, and then they fuck your brains out. I'm talking hard, raw, animalistic fucking. Because you love it like that.

Minho catches on first. He just has a sixth sense about it. You seem a little red and tender down there, but he hadn't seen you for a few days. So he spies on you. That's when he sees you're not just fucking one other guy, but two! And he fucking knows them!

Minho has a plan. He contacts the other two, and explains the situation. Interestingly, none of them are angry. But they do want to teach you a lesson.

You wanna take on three guys? Well you're going to take all three at once!

One night, you think you're going to have a lovely night of riding Minho on his couch, so you put on a sexy lingerie set, and a little skirt and tee and head on over.

That's when you realize you're in deep shit!!! What the fuck are Chan and Hyunjin doing here? At Minho's?

"So Kitten, you thought you could fool us, hmm?" Minho glares at you.

"Babygirl, Daddy needs to have a word with you." Chan clenches his jaw.

"You're gonna have to pay for this, you know?" Hyunjin bites his lip while he imagines everything he's going to do you.

You open your mouth to try to explain, but they are on you. A hand over your mouth, hands yanking your skirt off. Lips on your neck.

"No speaking, little slut. You do exactly as we say.” Minho hisses in your ear.

Hyunjin stands behind you hooking his arms around your waist and throws himself down in the couch. He holds you still as Chan kneels in front, big thick cock already out and pushing into your cunt. He doesn’t even prep you or tease you, just rams himself into you to the hilt. But you’re so wet that those obscene noises your pussy makes fill the room almost instantly.

You cry out in pleasure/pain as he fucks you, and Minho wants none of that. He climbs up onto the couch and forces his cock into your throat.

You fucking love it. Are you sick for wanting them to treat you so harshly? Is there something wrong with you for wanting them to actually hurt you?

As you try to take all of Minho in your mouth, you realise you can’t quite accommodate the entire length because of the angle. Hyunjin reaches up and pumps the remaining length with his hand. Minho throws his head back and moans.

Hyunjin pinches your nipple with his other while Chan makes rough motions on your clit.

That’s when your first orgasm hits you. You cry out around Minho’s cock making him shoot cum down your throat.

Chan follows, coming deep in your cunt.

Then it’s Hyunjin’s turn to squeeze his beautiful length into your still pulsating pussy while Chan gets you to deep throat him.

And Minho? Well he’s preparing your ass for double pen action. Once he deems you ready, he penetrates you slowly. But that’s all the mercy he gives you, because once you’ve accommodated him he’s fucking you as hard as he can.

You’re so stretched, wanting to cry out from how full you feel with two cocks fully seated inside you, and with Chan squeezing past the back of your throat, you felt well and truly stuffed.

They get you in as many positions as they can. Over the back of the couch, the floor, holding you up while they stand with you impaled on them.

You’re covered in cum, it’s all over you, leaking out of you, smeared on your face.

At one point they have you on all fours, chan pounding your ass from behind, the other two kneeling in front of you. Chan pulls your hair forcing your face up and Hyunjin and Minho alternate fucking your face! And Chan practically forces your mouth to their pubic bone.

They’re loving teaching you a lesson. They want you to feel them all. Feel them for days to come.

After three hours of continuous sex, they’re not even close to being finished with you. Chan throws you over his shoulder and takes you to the bedroom, Minho and Hyunjin on his tail.

You’re subjected to more torturous pleasure. All your orifices are fucked over and over with cocks and fingers (sometimes both). You’ve lost count of the number of orgasms you’ve had. They’re insatiable and don’t tire until the sun breaks.

……

A/n: sorry there was basically no dialogue (my brain is tired). I hope that you still enjoyed it @bubblebisk 🫣

…….

@channieandhisgoonsquad @noellllslut @itsseohannbin @weareapackofstrays @xxkissesforchanniexx @enjaken @queenmea604 @queen-in-the-shadows @bethanysnow @newhope8 @chuuchuu1224 @vanillacupcakefrosting @3rachasdomesticbanana @fun-fanfics @palindrome969 @wolfennracha @rhonnie23 @jisunglyricist @strayywayy @yaorzu-blog @armystay89 @igetcarriedawaywithyou @everythingboutkpop @jiminssluttyminx

#skz smut #bangchan smut #Hyunjin smut #lee know smut #Sorsha is asked #skz imagines #Skz hard hours

[songsbygumi]

`✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ ELEVATOR ENCOUNTERS - NANAMI KENTO

Finance major Nanami x art major reader has been on my mind for a while. If you have any thoughts on this concept or want to share anything else, please feel free to do so!

Nanami holds the elevator door for you, raising an eyebrow as he presses the open button, watching you make your way over.  Your hair is disheveled, and you're dressed in an outfit hardly suitable for this type of office—jeans and a band tee.

"Thank you," you say, attempting to steady your breath and offering him a grateful smile. "I couldn't afford to be late again."

He remains silent, merely humming in acknowledgment, waiting for you to press another floor button. Instead, you take a sip from your coffee thermos before continuing.

"I haven't seen you before," you say, taking another sip and pausing for a moment. "Are you here for the finance internship?" He only nods in reply.

Nanami isn't one for small talk, especially not with people he's just met in an elevator. He prefers to keep to himself, offering little more than nods and occasional hums as you ramble on about the work team and your bosses, even though you only met him a few seconds ago and don't even know his name.

In just two minutes, you've managed to inform Nanami that you've been interning here since last year, as part of the design team. It makes sense to him; your easygoing, bubbly demeanor, coupled with your chattiness, fit the bill. As the elevator doors finally open, you give him a small wave and a smile (you have a pretty smile, he notes), along with a quick "Good luck with the interview."

Nanami lands the internship. The following Monday, he shows up bright and early for his first day. The office is practically deserted when he arrives, and it's not until an hour later that you finally show up. He watches as you step out of the elevator, a yawn escaping your mouth, and you rub your eyes while sipping what he assumes is coffee.

You catch his gaze over the partition separating his cubicle from the others and offer him a tired smile. Nanami blushes a little but smiles back, unable to tear his gaze away as you head to the marketing area.

The next time he sees you, you're seated in a corner of the school cafeteria, surrounded by a colorful array of watercolors spread out on your table. Your food sits forgotten in a corner as you concentrate deeply on the canvas laid out in front of you.

"Like her?" Geto inquires, placing his food on the table and settling beside Nanami. "She's nice," he responds, observing you as you bite the corner of your brush in concentration.

"You know her?" Nanami asks, surprised.

"Yeah, she tutored Gojo last semester," Geto explains, nodding towards you. Nanami raises an eyebrow at Geto, pointing out the obvious contradiction—how could you tutor him when all three of them were finance students? "She tutored him on academic writing," Geto clarifies, "She's in an art major you should talk to her."

“Who are we talking to?” Gojo asks, taking a seat at the table. Nanami huffs and leaves.

songsbymegumi, please do not plagiarize, repost, translate to other sites, or recommend my content outside of Tumblr.

note.-I'm not familiar with the education system in the USA, so I did my best to research majors and subjects.

#moonswrites #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #nanami imagines #kento nanami x reader #nanami kento x reader #nanami x reader #nanami kento #jjk nanami #kento nanami #nanami fluff #jjk imagines #jujutsu kaisen x you

[athynathens]

getting you back

“Baby, standing sex is my favorite because there’s nothing to break, except you.”

REQUESTED BY. levicoups. We consulted through messenger, and she requested various things such as character dynamics, genre, kinks, and others. She specifically asked the character to be named “Y/N” as it enhances her imagination, but she mentioned that I can refer to Y/N as “you.”

PAIRING. Ushijima Wakatoshi x Y/N

ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSE. This oneshot will take place before Nationals even started.

SYNOPSIS. Y/N and Wakatoshi broke up after months of dating each other. The break-up almost felt like the end of the world for you. But he suddenly startedfollowing you like a hawk, and it made you uncomfortable. You tried ignoring it, but one action of his caused you to have a talking session with him. However, things take a turn when he confesses something to you. The talking session turned into a makeup fuck session. Well, ain’t that romantic?

WARNINGS. long oneshot, minors dni, porn with a plot, 18+ scenes, mature scenes ahead such as rough sex, size kink, choking, praising, breeding, manhandling, standing sex, squirting

AUTHOR’S NOTES. yes, i did say that i wont be taking in any requests, but ig im willing to give it a shot? but before you all ask for requests, you all need to expect that I am a slow writer literally, it took me a full month to do this one-shot. so don't expect me to do ur one-shots immediately but if im in a good mood, maybe less than 2 weeks will be sufficient. okay anyway, enjoy da storyyyy!!

UNCOMFORTABLE is an understatement with what you’re feeling these days. Your blanket wrapped around your body, giving the illusion of safety. A notification popped in your phone, revealing it’s Tendou. You sighed in relief, overjoyed that it’s not your ex, Ushijima Wakatoshi. 

Your ex has been making you uncomfortable with his gaze. It may seem overreacting since it’s just a gaze, but that wasn’t the case.

His gaze that’s been following you is the gaze; an eye of a hungry and pent-up predator. 

Although it made you uncomfortable, you can’t help but feel annoyed with this. It took a damn break up for him to feel like this? That’s just complete bullshit. 

It’s been months since the break up, and it killed you mentally and physically. The toll of the break up hindered your position as Student Council President. You knew that you needed to snap out of it so you’ve been keeping yourself busy with tasks, but that distraction was just a temporary help. 

You had no one to talk to about this since it was Ushijima’s request for the relationship to be a secret, which bothered you a bit. Although you did want to be that understanding girlfriend, you also had your needs in the relationship. You wanted nothing more than for him to treat you lovingly, but it was not meant to be. 

He was too focused on training, hardly having any time for you. He failed to show any effort for you — the man often forgets your date nights, he was also not that attentive with the littlest things about you, he does not even hug, hold or kiss you that often. His entire life is about volleyball; it’s always volleyball this, volleyball that or Oikawa that or Oikawa this. 

You used to think that he was gay for Oikawa. He did have this undying obsession with him after all. That’s why you were so surprised when he agreed to go out with you.

But what surprised you more is the message Tendo sent you. 

HEYYY Y/N!! You know!! This big hunk of a beast sponsored the festival for our school!! Isn’t that sweet of him? Ne! Ne! Ne! Y/N-channn!! 

What the actual fuck. You gripped your phone as tight as possible. There’s no way in hell that he sponsored it. Sure, the Student Council needed sponsors for the festival to happen, but you never expected that the Ushjima, who only has eyes for volleyball, to do such a thing. 

You were grateful that someone sponsored, but what annoyed you was who was behind it and the reason why he decided to sponsor. 

Your jaw clenched, eyebrows furrowed in frustration. The flame in your eyes ignited even more, just by thinking about it. You began to type down aggressively to Tendo.

Where the fuck are you? 

In Wakatoshi’s penthouse!! The one in XXX-XXX!! Why you asking Y/N-channn?? 

That information was enough for you to grab your things and run to his penthouse. You knew where it was since that’s where you stayed while doing homework with him.

How foolish. A mocking chuckle left your mouth, remembering how happy you were as you considered the study and homework sessions as a study date. 

Meanwhile with Ushijima, there was a party among the volleyball players — both the male and female volleyball players were present. The stoic player is currently sitting down on his couch while the entire group is playing spin the bottle. 

He took a sip of his wine, uninterested with this so-called game with the bottle. The latter his head back, thinking about you. 

He cursed the amount of times he has been a bad boyfriend to you. Ushijima would always justify that this was his first relationship. But in the end, he knew that reason was not enough to heal the pain he inflicted on you. 

At first, the latter could not believe the fact that you liked him. I mean, why would anyone like him? He’s a guy full of rumors circulating around him. Ushijima has heard rumors that stated that he’s a stoic beast that only has eyes for volleyball, thus the nickname, Volleyball Beast, happened. He even heard rumors about his whole character — him being naive, innocent-minded and others. 

Let me tell you when I say that the beast in his nickname does not only apply to volleyball. 

The man knows tons of shits in sex and porn. He is a man with needs after all. Ushijima isn’t just someone who would talk about it in the open, thus, a lot assumed that he is what the rumors stated. 

When you guys dated, he admitted that he dated you out of curiosity. Since he also expected that they’ll break up soon, he asked for their relationship to be a secret.

But as the months have passed, he began to start liking you. All the efforts you show to him has made his heart feel things. Every small act you’ve done made him rethink his thoughts about you. Little did he know, he began smiling at you whenever you’re not looking. That’s when he knew that he reciprocated your feelings, but he doesn’t know how to express it properly.

To help him think, he practiced volleyball day and night, trying to think of ways how to articulate his emotions. He practiced so much, he didn’t even know he was neglecting you. And because of that, he paid the price — a breakup.

He wanted to fucking cry for the first time, knowing that he can’t be by your side like he would all the time. 

Fuck. Just by remembering that, his heart sank. So he chugged down his wine, and that’s when he heard a knock on his door. Seeing that his so-called visitors wouldn’t check who it was, he stood up and opened the door. 

The twinkle on his eyes glistened, moving counterclockwise as soon as he saw the person on the door. 

“Y/N…” He said your name in a loving tone. 

The goosebumps traveled all the way to your heart, not expecting him to say your name with such a tone. “Ushijima,” You arched your brow, crossing your arms to show your non-existent dominance. 

“W-What are you doing here?” He asked, jaw clenches when he saw what you were wearing — a simple shirt with shorts that show off your legs. 

You pushed him out of the way and entered the room. “Why the fuck did you do it?” A scream is all that’s left in your mouth. 

His eyes went wide, “Okay. Calm down and let me explain…” 

“Calm down? I’m not going to calm down! Why the fuck would you suddenly be so interested in some kind of—” You stopped shouting when you saw a whole crowd by the living room. 

Tendo had his cheek under the palm of his hands. He grinned by the sofa and waved, “Hey, Y/N-chan!!!” 

Your cheeks flared red, realizing that you and Ushijima were not alone. “S-Seems like you have company…I can come back another time…” You quickly said, attempting to hold the doorknob to leave, but a hand by your wrists stopped you. 

You looked back to see Ushijima, holding you desperately. His eyes spoke the emotions he is feeling at the moment so you can’t help but stay still. 

Ushijima turned around to his friends, his eyes darkened while his jaw clenched in frustration. 

“All of you. Get the fuck out now.” He roared, causing everyone to bolt out in fear. 

While everyone was rushing to leave, he removed his jacket to wrap it around your body. That’s when you realize that you were wearing your home clothes. You subconsciously wrapped his jacket around you even more, attempting to even cover your thighs. 

With everyone gone, he carefully pulled you inside further. He guided you to his kitchen chairs, and he left to grab you a glass of water. While doing so, his toned back displayed right in front of you. 

Holy guacamole ravioli cheesecake. Your face flushed, seeing how his tight shirt just hugged the muscles on his back. Now you’re wondering if he is doing this on purpose, for fuck’s sakes. That shit’s illegal and not damn fair for your heart. 

“Here,” He suddenly spoke and placed the water on the table. “Drink up.” 

You bowed down slightly, offering your gratitude. You grabbed the glass with two hands, using the sleeves of his giant jacket as a barrier to cover the cold and wet glass. 

‘Now, what are you doing here, Y/N?” He asked, combing his hair back. 

You settled the glass down and said, “Why did you sponsor the festival?” 

“Because yo—the Student Council needed it,” He responded, gulping and hoping that you wouldn’t get the hint. 

“Is that the only reason?” You had to ask, not looking at him yet. 

“No,” Is all he said.

Your hands clenched, “Then why?” 

“Because it’s you,” He answered with no hesitation. 

Your head exploded in frustration. You stood up from the chair and stared at him with fury, “Don’t give me this bullshit!! So what? You’re fucking saying that you liked or care for me because I broke up with you? Do you have any idea how much I wished for you to look at me just once in our relationship? It took a fucking break up for you to even notice me? I’ve spent months trying to show how much I care, like and love you yet you never seemed to care about it!! And now you’re fucking saying you sponsored the damn festival becaused I’m there? That’s just next level bullshit!!”

”Y/N..” He tried coming closer, but you ended up hitting him by the chest. 

“No! Don’t!!” You yelled, tears forming in your eyes. “Don’t act like you fucking care. Don’t be like this because you pitied me. J-Just don’t….” 

Ushijima looked at your state, shaking and attempting to hold back tears. His heart clenched in pain, not realizing that he caused you this much pain. 

“I’ll admit,” He began to speak, which made your heart sink. 

“I did date you out of curiosity,” He confessed, and you couldn’t handle your tears and let them out. 

“But as time passed, I began to reciprocate your feelings as well. I just don’t know how to express it properly since I never liked anyone as much as I like you,” He added, which made you scoff.

“Bullshit, there’s no way. Everytime I did something for you I would stay nonchalant and continue on with your day!! You never even notice me!! Do you even know the things I like?” You asked, regretting to ask that question because you already know the answer to it. 

— or do you? 

To your surprise, Ushijima listed down your favorites; from your favorite color to your favorite habits to do when stressed. He went into full detail about what you like and what you dislike. He even got your complicated drink from Starbucks correctly too. Your face plastered a dumbfounded expression, not knowing how to react to this. 

“H-How….?” You had to ask, waiting for confirmation. 

He smiled, “I like you, Y/N. I take full responsibility for every pain I’ve given you. I’m sorry for not giving you the attention you need and deserve. I’m sorry that I asked you to keep this relationship a secret. I’m sorry that I used you for my benefit. I’m sorry that I was not the boyfriend you expected me to be. You’ve been nothing but a kind and considerate girl, the efforts you’ve shown me opened my heart to you. That’s why I can proudly say how much I’ve fallen for you. It’s okay if you don't forgive me now, I am willing to show this time why exactly I’m your best choice as a lover.” 

He bent down, grabbed your cheeks, and guided you to look up at him. Even in this position, you don’t dare to look him straight in the eye. Ushijima caressed your cheeks, wiping away the tears, and confessed again, “I like you, Y/N. I will give up everything just for you to take me back.” 

More tears flowed out of your eyes, getting more annoyed by the fact how sincere he sounded. That wasn’t fair, for fuck’s sake. Don’t usually guys put their egos first when doing this? 

You began punching him softly in the chest. “This isn’t fair..!! I hate you! How can I get angry at you when you’re this sincere!” You cried out, sniffling out all the emotions right now. 

He only chuckled softly, “Really? But I love you, Y/N.” 

Your eyes watered even more, and the punches on his chest increased. “I hate you!! Why are you like this!! This is illegal!!” 

“Yes, yes, yes,” He tried to hold back a laugh. 

Without you knowing, Ushijima sat down on the kitchen table. The latter positioned himself by putting one knee up and the other knee flat on the kitchen table. He then guided your body to lean against his knee. He also placed your legs over his other legs. His hands hold you so that you wouldn’t fall down. 

After you are done crying, he extends his hand to get your water and gives it to you. As soon as you drank, you began choking when he stared deeply into you. Now that you’re feeling better, you just fucking realized what position you are at. You were leaning back to his knees while your legs were on top of his thighs. His arms were wrapped around your waist, holding you in place. 

Ushijima grinned, seeing how red your face was. “Is it too hot in here? Should I lower the temperature of the air conditioner?” He teases, bringing his face closer to yours.

You immediately pushed his head away with both of your hands. You felt his throat vibrating a chuckle, his hands guiding one of your hands to his lips. He kissed the palm of your hand as you felt his lips smirked.

You blushed, “W-What are you—!!” You stopped speaking when his tongue went in between your fingers. He did this erotic action while staring at you like a predator. The butterflies in your stomach increased more as he continued licking and sucking your fingers.

“S-Stop…” You shivered, shrinking down as your eyes averted from his.

He brought his knee forward, bringing you closer to his face. “Do you want me to?” He angled his face where he could meet your eyes, but you kept on avoiding his gaze.

“Y/N, baby, look at me,” He pleaded, giving love to your fingertips.

Your head turned immediately after he called you by a petname. “W-What did you call me?” You asked, conveying a thunderstruck expression.

He smiled, “Baby. I know you like that petname since you kept blushing whenever the men in your kdramas calls their lady baby.”

You placed you chin down. “You noticed that?”

“I notice everything about you, Y/N,” He chuckled.

Your eyes twinkled a bit, feeling a sense of hope overlapping the sadness and frustration you felt. But, this was scary too since you have no idea if this was the right choice for your heart and your sanity. You were frightened that he was all talk and would do all the things he’s done that hurt you before.

“I’m scared,” You said honestly, finally having the courage to look at him. “I’m scared that if I say yes to you, you’ll end up hurting me. The hope I have right now might get crushed again.”

Ushijima used his free hand to removed the baby hair on your face. “I won’t hurt you ever again. I will prove that by showing you.”

You finally extended your hands, bringing them to his cheek. Using your thumb, you caressed them both as you stared into the orbs of his eyes. Your eyes twinkled a bit after verifying the solemnity and sincerity of his eyes.

You sighed, “Fine. You have one last chance. Don’t fuck this up.”

His mouth formed a huge smile on his face. He wrapped his buffy arms around you, holding you tightly yet tenderly. He kept whispering words of encouragement and sincerity, trying to denote his seriousness over you.

Ushijima tried locking lips, but you stopped him again. “I’II d-do that…I get shy when y-you do t-that s-suddenly,” You stammered.

His eyes went wide a bit then softened. He moved back a bit, waiting for you to make the first move with a small smirk. Your face redden with his cocky smirk, feeling both shy and bold from the expression he plastered.

Your fingers clutched the cloth of his chest and slowly leaned forward. You closed your eyes, lips quivering as you finally made contact with his lips.

You gave him one keen kiss, creating a pecking sound. You moved back to only shift your face to the side for a better angle. You then kissed him again. His jaw clenched, feeling his veins tensing up as you eagerly pushed yourself towards him. Ushijima pushed you down back to his knee with his kiss, he pinned you down with his strength and body.

You tried moving, but there was no avail. He was simply too strong and too big for you. You squirmed beneath him, shifting your legs side to side, up and down, forward and backward. Ushijima opened his eyes a bit to see your reaction, smirking as he licked your bottom lip. Your eyes went wide, you punched his shoulders as he continued asking for an entrance.

He nibbled, sucked, and licked onto my lips as he panted. The sounds of kissing echoed throughout the room, he groaned in the kiss once more before dividing into your mouth again. His body pressed against you so much, you had to open your mouth for him.

Ushijima did not hesitate to engulf your mouth. His tongue toured every corner of your mouth, twirling your tongue like popsicle and sucking your mouth like tits. Your fingers clutched onto his shirt, attempting to bring him closer.

Your neck began to hurt from looking up from the kissing. So with every strength, you pulled away from the kiss as saliva dropped from the side of your mouth. You panted heavily, chest moving up and down widly from that intense kiss.

The flare of your cheeks defined more when you saw his state — he was panting heavily while plastering a very intense look. His eyes darkened in lust, eyebrows frowning while cheeks are red from esctasy. A vein popped out from his forehead as sweat dropped from his hair.

You flinched violently, realizing that you are now under his dominance. There’s no escape from this, and you know it.

His jaw clenched once more, “If you don’t want this then please push me. Once I start, I will break you.”

Tears formed on your eyes as you cupped his cheeks. “You said you’ll prove how much you love me so prove it to me.”

Ushijima twitched, groping your thighs tightly as he lifted them up. His hand slid down, feeling the softness of your flesh against his calloused hands. You covered your mouth, not wanting to let out weird noises.

“Fucking shit. You come here looking so damn cute and irresistible. You had to wear such a thin shirt where your nipples are perking out? These damn sinful shorts are only defining these gorgeous legs. Now, you’re here wearing my fucking jacket too. You trying to rile me up from the beginning?” He asked, leaning down to lick the side of your neck.

“N-No..I-I..” You mewled, biting your lip when his huge hands gripped your under boob.

In a flash, he pinned you down on his kitchen table. This action caused your shirt to reveal your stomach, the blush on your face deepened in the hues of red. He licked his lips at the sight of you shaking beneath him.

He leaned back and spoke, “I haven’t even done anything yet, little one,” He grinned evilly, placing his hands behind his shirt.

“I’m just getting started,” He added, removing his shirt. Each movement he did made his abs so defined. The biceps and triceps kept buldging as he kept curing his arm, his veins also kept popping each time.

He leaned down, placing his tongue out. His hand wrapped around your waist as he licked your stomach. You covered your face, leaving gaps for you to see him staring at you as he moves up. The warmth of his tongue left a trail of goosebumps on your stomach. He then lifted the rest of your shirt up, revealing your tits to him.

“Such beautiful tits, all round and easy to grope for me,” He praised seductively.

The man did not hesitate to grope one of them, causing you to arch your back. He pleasured the other tit with his mouth. Ushijima used his free hand to pinch and twist your nipples. A loud moan escaped your lips in return. His mouth vibrated a growl, sending shivers to your breasts which increased the blissful feeling.

Suddenly, he pressed down your nipple with his index finger. You chocked a sob, watering your eyes even more from the sensation. He smirked against your skin so he pulled back from your tits to see his work of art. His eyes darkened in lust, seeing your state — your tits are smoldered with his hickeys, your nipples perked up, and your breasts was marked with his saliva.

“Fuck, baby,” He groaned. “You’re so goddamn beautiful.”

With your teary eyes, you boldy looked at his lower region to see a damn mountain. There’s no way in hell that will fit inside you!! You slowly moved back while shaking in fear. He arched his brow, witnessing your cute attempt so he grabbed your ankle and pulled you back.

Ushijima placed your foot on top of his bulging cock and rasps, “Feel that? You’re the reason why my cock’s about to burst.”

Fucking shit. Why is he suddenly this unholy?!? He then traveled his hands up, tugging the end of your shorts. You blushed when he licked his lips again as he inserted his some of fingers inside the side of your shorts.

“I wanna fuck you so badly, baby. Can I?” He asked, caressing the side of your hips.

You shrunk upon his gaze and questioned, “Is this even right? We did just got back together…”

Ushijima used his other hand to cup your cheek with care. “It doesn’t matter what’s right and wrong because right now, what matters is how I’m gonna show you how much I fucking love you through my actions.”

Your heart clenched, hearing the sincerity of his words. The desperation of his hands and cock just adds more reasons why you should say yes. Moreover, you are feeling very horny. The months you’ve been together with him has pent you up. I mean, who wouldn’t get aroused by the sight of this man?

“I c-consent…” You answered, covering your blushing face.

He stayed quiet for a bit, causing you to feel nervous. However, the sounds of clothes tearing made your eyes wide. The feel of the cold air on your sweaty hot body made you shiver, but what made you shiver more is his predatory gaze.

You instantly covered your wet pussy, but he grabbed both of your wrists and pinned them above your head. He lets out a heavy pant with a deep blush on his face.

He chuckled, “Don’t even think about staying quiet because tonight…” His eyes turned a bit psychotic, displaying his desperation and sudden obession. “….I’ll make sure that every single room will be marked and stained by your delicious cum, baby.”

Ushijima abruptly grabbed your pussy, he rubbed the folds of your vagina. Seeing how you squirmed so much, he held your wrists tighter above your head. His fingers felt more juices leaking out as he pressed your clit.

He inserted a finger inside you, his cock releasing pre-cum from how smooth your walls were. He wiggled inside you, causing your teeth to grit with wide eyes. Tears from your eyes dropped, cursing on how bulky his finger is. What terrified you even more is that if his fingers are already making you stupid, what more of his cock?

You bit your lip as he inserted one more finger. You toes curled when he grabbed your walls in between his fingers and rubbed them. The pressure of your walls being squished together by his fingers made you pale up in pleasure.

“T-Toshi..!!” You mewled, feeling his fingers entering and exiting your pussy faster.

Hearing the nickname you gave him stimulated him to go in harder. His fingers dug deep inside you, knuckles by your pussy already. You chocked with your head thrown back. Ushijima began repeating this rough movement over and over again.

The stimulation began to be too overwhelming so you tried to close your legs, but he spread your legs even wider with his knees. This stretched made your thighs hurt, but his fingers were so much prominent in your mind — you can fucking visualize how his bulky fingers are ruining your insides.

A sudden churn in your stomach emerged as he contiuned to finger you roughly. Your body shivered while screaming, and he got an idea what was about to happen so he pulled his fingers back. The sudden loss inside you made you chocked a sob.

“Ain’t no way you’re about to cum without my cock inside you,” He rasped, positioning himself at your entrance.

Ushijima guided your wrists around his shoulders, kissing your forehead in the process. He also guided your legs, wrapping them around his waist. His hands removed all the hair covering your beautilful face. The latter stared at you with love, concern and desperation.

“Hold on tight to me, baby. My cock might hurt for you,” He gently warned, placing his hands on top of your head.

You felt your walls strectched, causing you to cry out tears from the pain. His bulbous tip finally entered you, causing you to tigthen both your legs and arms around him. The man kept whispering sweet words to you, trying to distract you from the discomfort of his cock entering you.

Soon, he was finally in. The man almost came from ecstasy from the feeling of his cock wrapped around nicely.

“Fuck yeah,” He groaned, face tingling with a deep blush on his face.

Your toes curled in discomfort while your back arched, defining the shape of his cock even more in your mind. He pulled back a bit, trying his best to have self-control. As he entered you slowly, you bit your lip in pain, this is now how you imagined sex to be; you geniuenely thought that sex will be pleasureable.

Ushijima shifted his cock, this shift caused you to jolt. This new position made you clenched hard around him, causing him to slam his hand on the side of the kitchen table. He gripped it so hard, his knuckles turned white.

You cried as his free hand traveled up. His hands groped your breasts first, fondling them. Giving your nipples a last pinch, he traveled his hand up to your neck. He wrapped the circumference of your neck, squeezing them a bit. The air on your lungs decreased, escalating an unknown feeling inside you.

He chuckled, “The night just started yet my poor baby looks fucked up already.”

The fake concern made you shiver, the feeling of being mocked was seriously something — its not a bad feeling, and that’s what scared you.

Feeling embarrassed with this feeling, you looked away from his intense gaze. The man clicked his tongue in annoyance so he squeezed your neck tighter, picking up the pace of his cock moving in and out of you. Because of this, you grabbed the hand on your neck with a gasp.

“Fucking bitch—” He growled, eyes glowing from the moonlight. “—who said you can look away? Fucking keep your eyes on me, baby. Don’t make me angry now.”

You gulped, feeling the angry aura surrounding him. With that, you slowly looked at him with watery eyes.

The last string of his sanity is now cut.

He groped your thighs, pushing your knees to your shoulders. The new position made your lower hips lifted in the air a bit. However, this primal position emphasized the exaggerated penetration of his cock. This exaggerated feeling made a new sexual tension between the two of you.

He was a lot closer than before, and you feel manhandled too. This deepened the redness in your cheeks while tears dropped from your eyes. The corner of his mouth lifted, seeing how you squirm beneath him.

“Does this satisfy your breeding kink, baby?” His question paled you completely.

How did he know? You stared at him with shrunk pupils, and the smirk on his lips got more cocky from your reaction.

Ushijima flatten his hips to your pussy, his balls were deep and collided on your ass. “How I found out is simple…” He brought his mouth closer to your ear. “… it's by watching you.”

He rolled his hips a bit, “Since my pretty baby loves breeding kink, I searched about it and this position helps enhance your kink.”

Your pale face turned red in a second — you didn’t know if you should be embarrassed by him noticing your kink or him watching your every move.

He licked his lips before pulling half of his cock and slamming it back inside. You chocked a sob, not having enough time to react. He continued ramming his cock in and out rapidly. From the vigorously movement, you grabbed your tits, holding them in place.

The new scene made him growl so he pressed you down more. You screamed louder, echoing the entire penthouse with your screams. The tears in your eyes dropped vigorously. His movements increased more by the scene of your teary eyes. The sound of your sobs riled him up so much, he threw his head back in pleasure.

Your lower back began to hurt, but the pleasure overlapped the pain.

In a second, he fucking carried you. Your eyes went eye as your throat choked a sob. He positioned your ankles on his shoulders, folding you in half. His only support is your ass. In this new position, he carried you down from the table.

Your teeth grit, seeing how he is walking towards the living room with a huge glass window in front of them. The man fucking carried you with his damn cock inside you.

What’s worse is that while walking, he would lift your ass up and slam you down slowly. This slow torture was both pleasurable and painful. You wanted him to fuck you stupid, but you can’t bare yourself to say the words.

This beast stood in front of the window, a glimpse of your reflection is seen when you look at the side. You blushed, subconsciously holding onto him tighter.

“Since I know your kink, it’s only fair if you know my favorite sex position,” He spoke, pulling his hips and your ass away from each other. He pulled back till the tip.

Suddenly, he barbarously collided your ass and his hips together. “This is my favorite position, little one.” He chuckled, continuing this assault in your ass.

A chorus of your screams echoed through the living room. Usjihima continued groping your ass tightly, vigorously slamming his hips to your ass. You can feel his heavy balls slapping your ass too.

“S-Slow down..!” You pleaded, drool dripping from your mouth.

“Awww, but baby, this is my favorite position,” He showed fake remorse, trying to show pity.

You threw your head back then look at him again, “B-But..!” You tried to reason out, but to no avail, it didn’t work.

“Baby, standing sex is my favorite because….” He paused, removing his cock entirely from your pussy.

“….there’s nothing to break, except you,” He grinned, ramming his entire cock inside of you again.

Your throat is getting too sore from all the screaming. Ushijima continues colliding his hips with your ass rapidly. The constant flattening of his hips hurts too much, but you didn’t mind since the pleasure was there.

His thrust was so strong, your tits bounce vigorously. The mere sight of your delicious tits is something he couldn’t resist. Ushijima dove down to your breasts, sucking them as if you were lactating.

“Bet if you were all round with my kids, your tits will be spilling with milk,” He grinned, loving the idea of you pregnant.

This was definitely too much for you. He rammed you violently and enticed you with your breeding kink. While sucking, he rolled his hips, bringing it back and forth. This caused you to yell, bringing his head closer to your breast.

You felt your stomach churning around. You had to choke out a sob since you felt close. Ushijima felt you clenched around him so much, making him growl.

With the last of his strength, he pulled out as he set you down. You didn’t have time to react when he pushed you to his glass window. The sweat all over your body made you slip a bit from the window.

He locked lips with you, kissing you hard. The sounds of kissing echoed through your ears, causing more juices to drip down your pussy. He suddenly groped both of your breasts roughly, fondling and tugging them apart.

He punched your nipples, yanking your breast to the side. The pain provoked you a squirm, making you slip against the window.

He pulled away with a growl, “Open your fucking legs wider.” The man slapped your tits a bit too hard, making you wince in pain and pleasure.

With shaky legs, you open them wider with the help of Usjihima’s support. The beast immediately went to your pussy, rubbing your clit side to side roughly, causing you to scream. The stimulation of your clit made your eyes blur in bliss.

You can only squirm, shiver, and scream under his presence. As he continued this, a new feeling in your stomach began to work around your stomach. This feeling is completely different from earlier.

You hit his chest, “S-Stop!! S-Something’s happening..!” You pleaded, noticing your hits are not affecting him

He didn’t stop and continued rubbing your clit and pussy. “C’mon baby, give it to me,” He rasped.

With that, you fucking squirted.

While doing so, Ushijima did not stop rubbing your clit. The overstimulation caused you to shiver violently while releasing. The squirt was going everywhere on his floor, and it made you embarrassed that it was still going.

As it began to decrease, he stopped rubbing as his hold on you began to loosen his grip. The loss of his support made you drop to the floor. You were now surrounded by the pool of your squirt.

You panted heavily, shivering from the overstimulation.

Ushijima combed his hair back, showing off his sweaty forehead. He chuckled, “We aren’t done yet, baby.”

His blushing face shivered as he bit his lip when he saw your expression. Seeing you sitting down on the pool of your own squirt with that sweaty body, messy hair, and fucked up expression is just so fucking exhilarating.

He licked his lips, standing proud and tall in front of you. “I did say I’ll stain every room with your juices. But before that…”

He fisted his cock in front of you and grinned, “Suck my cock.”

You licked your lips, seeing his huge veiny cock towering over your face. His pre-cum dripped every time he would fist it vigorously.

You put your tongue out, slowly going closer. As you get closer, the bigger his cock gets.

Soon, your tongue is licked on the tip of his cock. The taste of his pre-cum made you more eager. You focused your tongue around his tip, swirling it around. He growled loudly, and his neck veins became more defined as you pleasure him.

Ushijima threw his head back, his face tingling with a blush. He held your head, trying to push your head towards his cock more.

“Good baby knows how to suck cock, huh? Fuckkkkk, that’s it.”

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 𝙣𝙤 𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙡 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩.

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[shaisuki]

Hi!! Idk if you're taking requests but I'll shoot my shot!!

I wanted to know if you add onto the suna and Miya twins bully series where the reader decides to leave the team and join another (preferably nekoma) and gets a new trio (kuroo, kenma and Yamamoto) who actually praises and appreciate her and she decides to rub it in their face by sending videos of the trio fucking her and cute photos and when the Miya twins and suna try to confront her they get told off by her new boys😋

you've gotten petty and bold.

it's not like you planned it more like it was suggested to you. since you transferred to nekoma and made genuine connection to your team. it was like a weight lifted off you and you weren't scared on what about to happen. you don't get harassed after school hours and the team shows how grateful they are to you. going as far giving you trinkets they knew you would like.

nekomata-sensei treated you like his granddaughter and manabu-sensei looks out for you at times. for the first time, you thought that you really found your team for you and them the manager they always wanted. not treating you differently since you're a previous manager at powerhouse team and a regular contender in the nationals. a manager is a manager they say and you greeted them with a smile and the care you can provide for them as a manager.

that is the reason you have gotten close with the team captain. kuroo tetsurou. charming he can be and a handsome face to boost. it didn't took long for you and him to hit it and it extended with his friend and the team's setter, kozume kenma. you like kenma and it reminds you of yourself a bit. introverted and likes to keep to themself which you didn't mind at all. it took him a long time for him to warm up to you and the rest was history and there's yamamoto who can't talk without stuttering to you. kuroo said he's that nervous only when a girl talk to him. you find the gesture cute and other than his younger sister, you found out one time when you talked to him and he seems to relax at the thought of his sister, it was almost normal how he spoke to you like a friend. comfortable and inviting that's why you're the one who took his virginity.

“does it feels good, tora-kun?” you asked him, although a little breathless. his cock huge and nestled deeply inside your pussy. eyes closing and breath labored trying himself not to bust the moment you sink your fat cunt to his cock. “y-yes.” he stutters. fists clenching and he bites a back a moan when you started to move. “good. let me take care of you.”

then you began to have your own trio. the kindest of the trio. they would whisper you sweet nothings followed by appreciation that you were a good manager while you bounce on their cocks. you've never felt this so good about yourself, not even in the previous team you managed. this was the best and kuroo knowing how the inarizaki team treated you especially those three who fooled you, devises a plan. suggesting that you send a video and pictures of how they are treating you well and you agreed.

it was suna who received it. the videos and then followed many more. circumstances have forced you to left the school and went to move to tokyo where he recently found out that you were also the team's manager of the school volleyball club. he was pissed and then the twins received it. they were fuming. you allowed yourself to be somebody's cumdump instead of only them and they currently watched the videos you sent just to tub them in their faces from how good they were fucking you plus the praises that got your slutty pussy gushing.

first, it was you and then some three guys in the video. you're bouncing on someone's dick (yamamoto's) while you give a handjob to the other guy (kenma) obscured by the video and only his lower body can be seen in the video and you're blowing someone (kuroo's). his hands in your cheeks while he swallows your cock. telling you how much of a good girl you are for taking care of them and their cocks. letting them blow off the steam in their bodies to you. exceeding what a manager can do for her teammates. your speech garbled, slobbering all over kuroo's cock. they can see you were smiling while looking at the camera. swallowing his cock deeper and bouncing more on yamamoto's cock. a huge fuck you to them. all suna knows that it would be the first and last just to let them know how you're doing but it was proven wrong when you send a video again and then again.

it was different the videos are. one of them is you sitting while kuroo eats your pussy. the squelch of your pussy and the smacking of his lips can be heard while you moan in the background. your fingers gripping his hair while you grind on his face more which the latter eagerly lap your heat more. the other is all of your holes are stuff. dripping with their cum while you pose a peace sign with their spent all over you. it was endless.

and when they confronted you about it of how a huge slut are you for letting guys fuck you like that, let's say your new trio defended you. if they can't appreciate you they will and that seems to shut the ex-trio who are your bullies. ex-bullies.

you rewarded them three with a tlc that can only come from you.

#♱ ⋮ shai's works⸝⸝ #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu smut #haikyu smut #haikyuu #haikyu x reader #haikyuu x chubby reader #haikyuu x you #kuroo smut #kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader #yamamoto taketora #yamamoto x reader #kenma #kenma x reader #kenma kozume #miya twins #miya osamu x reader #miya atsumu x reader #miya osamu #miya atsumu #suna rintarō #suna rintaro x reader #anime smut

[lady-phasma]

I'm sure someone has probably already done this but it's nagging at me and I couldn't hear all the insults as they yelled at one another. (Bold are my emphasis because I am seated!) Specifically the parts about Paris and Marius. I'm not making any comments at the moment, just fact finding because this episode was brutal. Beautiful, but brutal.

Season 2 Episode 5

Louis: What? What?!

Armand: It's morning!

Louis: I lost time. Things got a little heated.

Armand: With a boy! Things got heated with a boy. I was at home picking lint off the sofa!

Louis: I said to join us!

Armand: The night's gone. The room's soiled and once again, I'm here with mop and mindlessness to clean it up.

Louis: So the room got dirty, so what? I'll clean it up.

Armand: No, I clean it up! You make the mess and I clean it up! Mark it on the calendar, align it with Ursa Major. Louis' tri-annual fսck off and find me with apologies to follow.

Louis: ( laughing ) I'm sorry.

Armand: Seek comfort in the arms of lowlifes and unfortunates, and broken children, fine.

Louis: Oh, fine! The fine that doesn't sound like…

But revealing our nature to a reporter you met in a bar ten hours ago? What if it was published?

Louis: I was having some fun!

Armand: You don't have enough to fear from Paris?

Louis: I was in the middle of ending things, when you…

Armand: You'd have been passed out on the floor next to him, Louis! Out on your feet from the drսg you stuffed him with!

Louis: Oh, this is boring! You're boring! You are so boring!

Armand: And here come the drսgs.

Louis: Colorless.

Armand: Up the fangs, down this road.

Louis: Flavorless. Dull! Dull! Dull!

Armand: Into the heart and off with the fingers, feet.

Louis: Dull nights, dull weeks!

Louis: And wallowing brain.

Louis: Dull months, dull as fսck! Suffocation by the world's softest, beige-est pillow! The ten hours I spent with that boy were more exciting, more fascinating, than decades with you! Oh, there it is! The half-blank, half-apocalyptic look! But what does it mean tonight, huh? Does he want to lick my boots or chop my hands off? Is it the gremlin or the good nurse tonight? Huh?

Armand: Okay. Okay, perhaps. But am I as boring as the blather committed onto the ferric tapes of your fascinating boy? "Oh, it's so, so hard to be me."

Louis: "Picking lint off the sofa?!"

Armand: "It's so hard to kill humans."

Armand: "I can feel their feelings as I drain them."

Louis: You sat on your hands and put your ear to the wind.

Armand: "Everyone I know wrongs me."

Louis: Okay. Okay, let's wake the boy up and let's try you. "I'm the vampire Armand and my daddy vampire groomed me into a little bitch."

Armand: "My brother, he tossed himself off a roof!"

Louis: "Vampires who murdered my daddy made me pretend I didn't have a dіck for 240 years."

Armand: "My sister, she buried me alive.” My daughter was my sister was my throw pillow. “Well, he wouldn't look at me kindly.” "Lestat. Lestat. Lestat. Lestat. Lestat. Lestat. Lestat."

Louis: I talked shit about him the whole time. So what?!

Armand: The name!! The name! Unuttered in our home for 23 years, said over and over again until it was pounding in my brain like a hammer.

Louis: Our problems aren't about him.

Armand: And you threw her name around just for cover, but it always circled back to him.

Louis: I loved her.

Armand: But she didn't love you. Not like he did, not like I have.

Louis: ( softly ) I know. I know! Yes! I know. ( softly ) Thank you for saying it. It's all creeping back. Paris and the, uh, what, what, what? But there's… all of it coming back. There's, uh, Paris. Paris. Can you hear that? Can you hear that, hm? Can you hear her? She's calling me.

Transcript (with some corrections) from TV Show Transcripts

#iwtv spoilers #amc iwtv #iwtv #interview with the vampire #amc interview with the vampire #iwtv s2 #iwtv season 2 #louis de pointe du lac #the vampire armand #armand #jacob anderson #assad zaman #auntiegifs #iwtv amc #iwtv s02e05

[merfolkplantgay]

Tyria Pride 2024 is coming June 22 and 23!

Hello one and all! Tyria Pride is returning to Tyria for the 9th time! Join us any time next Saturday and Sunday, June 22 and 23, on both EU and NA for an awesome event that takes us all the way from Ebonhawke to Rata Sum, while we raise money for a good cause!

You can also watch it on my twitch at twitch.tv/lelling!

More info below the cut

What is Tyria Pride?

Tyria Pride is a two-day in-game pride march from one corner of (core) Tyria to the other to show support both LGBTQ players and devs, and a fundraiser for Rainbow Railroad, a non-profit organisation which helps queer people escape state-sponsored persecution and violence around the world.

It's tons of fun every year, a ton of streamers join in so there are many ways to follow along even if you're not in game, music guilds hold concerts, and we have some pretty legendary giveaways! It's always blast!

For more info, check out the post on the official forums at tyriapride.com/2024

Fundraiser

Rainbow Railroad is a non-profit that helps LGBTQ+ people get to safety from countries where their lives are at risk. They've done tons of work all over the world, working tirelessly in places like Russia and Afghanistan, and have already sprung into action as a response to the death penalty laws in Uganda, where you could even get up to 10 years in prison if you don't tell the police your child is gay. Rainbow Railroad works tirelessly to save lives, and we're honored to support them in this cause!

To check out the fundraiser, go to tyriapride.com/donate

How to get involved?

There are so many ways you can help out - spread the news, tell your friends and guildies, if you use any social media, share the information, let people know where and when to find the event!

Another way you can help out is by donating in-game prizes! We incentivize donations to the fundraiser by raffling off legendaries, black lion skins, and even artists give away commissions! If you can spare donations, both in-game or out, let me know! My in-game name is Lelling.6795

You can also join us on the Tyria Pride discord for more resources and information: tyriapride.com/discord

#tyria pride #guild wars 2 #gw2 #gw2 fan submission

[sommerbueckers]

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬¹

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PAIGE WAS SITTING patiently in the living room of her hotel as she waited for KK and Ice to get ready. Their plane to New York City had landed last night and they had yet to stock up with snacks for the week. Ice was only going to ensure that Paige and KK bought something other than junk, she knew how slow they'd in practice after living off nothing but Tollhouse cookies and Pepsi for seven days.

"Y'all ready?" the blonde asked, shutting off her phone and slipping it into the pockets of her shorts.

"Been that, jus' waiting for Ice slow ass," KK responded, shooting the taller girl a side eye.

"Okay," Ice chimed in, "I don't wanna go either, everybody else is making me."

"Everybody except the two other people going," KK scrunched her nose up, playfully judging her.

Ice held her hand up in front of KK, moving to grab the keys off of the counter. Paige followed suit as they headed out the door and toward the elevator. She scrolled idly on her phone until a picture of the New York Liberty team popped up, triggering a question in her mind.

"Yo what time does the game start tomorrow?" she furrowed her eyebrows, looking between her two friends.

KK shrugged while Ice pulled out her phone.

"Seven."

"So are we eating before or after? 'Cus everything goin' be closed if we try to go after," KK said.

Snorting, the blonde turned to her, "Is food the only thing you think about?"

KK glared at her, not bothering to respond.

"Not to insert myself, but this grocery trip was literally your idea Paige," Ice said.

"So we was supposed to starve all week?" Paige asked, raising an eyebrow, and when neither of them responded she continued, "That's what I thought."

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"--No i'm telling you, we're gonna need more than one family bag of Doritos."

KK stared blankly up at Paige, the single bag of chips being crushed in her grip.

"You don't think this bag will last?" she frowned.

"Dude," Paige said, "there's six of us here, no the bag isn't gonna last KK." Paige took it upon herself to grab a couple more bags off the shelf before tossing them into the cart.

"We need milk, and probably some break-away cookies, breakfast stuff too," Ice mentioned as she looked up from her phone.

"I can get those," Paige offered.

"I certainly wasn't getting 'em," Ice frowned with a laugh.

Paige, mocking the girl's laughter, set off toward the dairy aisle in search of the items Ice had named. She saw the milk first, pausing while she debated on whether to get the full cart or the half cart. They'd be here for a week, and if she got three half cartons then they could distribute them amongst the rooms. A full carton would have to be shared...That would be a lot of back and forth.

As she began to grab the cartons off the shelf, a soft voice called out to her from a few feet away. When she turned, her eyes landed on the one person from high school she hadn't forgotten about after graduation -- that hadn't been on the basketball team of course.

Myla Mintz.

Paige remembered her like it was yesterday; the curve of the dimples in her cheeks, the faint smile lines around her mouth, the deep brown of her doe eyes as she took in her surroundings. It was almost as if no time had passed, and if it hadn't been for her outfit showing off the way her body had developed, Paige would've been convinced that none did.

"Myla," she smiled, surprise written on her face.

"Oh my gosh it's been so long, how are you?" Myla asked, the same amount of surprise plastered across her beautiful face as well.

"I -- I'm great, how're you?"

Myla laughed, it was familiar to Paige, yet so foreign at the same time.

"I'm doing really good," she nodded.

"That's good, yeah. Damn, it's been four years," Paige scoffed in disbelief, taking a step closer to the girl, the milk cartons sitting forgotten in their original place.

Myla mirrored her actions, the pair now close enough that only they could hear their conversation.

"I know right! I mean it definitely doesn't feel like it, feels like yesterday we were just sitting in Physics talking about--" she struggled to find the words, a blush creeping onto her face from the embarrassment of not being able to recall any of their conversations. "Talking about whatever."

"Yeah, yeah," the blonde smiled as she remembered, "man I don't think i've ever been less focused during a class."

"I don't know how we even passed finals."

"Screw finals, midterms!" Paige laughed loudly.

Myla ran a hand through her hair, her usual natural curls had been curled and styled with an iron, now appearing longer as they hung down her back. A few chunks in the front had been cut into curtain bangs, falling perfectly back into place when her hand returned to her side. Paige watched as the shorter girl straightened out her skirt, her gaze falling to the perfect swell of her hips as it curved in to become her stomach. Has her shape always been that perfect?

When Myla looked back up, Paige took note of the smoothness of her lips. It was hard to tell if the pink tint they held was natural or if it was a lipstick, but regardless, Paige had decided that she loved it.

Myla's mascara coated lashes batted up at the blonde, quietly waiting for her response to a question that had completely went over her head.

"Paige?" she called out.

"Yeah?"

"I asked what you were in town for," Myla smiled.

A nervous laugh escaped Paige and she briefly shook her head, "Sorry. I'm here for a week with some of my teammates."

"Oh nice. Is it for basketball or..." her voice trailed off.

"Nah, just pleasure."

Myla nodded again, anxiously biting her lip whilst she slowly built up the courage to ask her real question.

Paige hadn't even noticed her slight hesitation, but then again she had never been that observant. If she was, she would've caught on to the crush that Myla had developed on her during their junior year of high school. A crush that, let anyone other than Myla tell it, never really went away.

"Well y'know i'd love to catch up, if you're not too busy..." Myla finally breathed out, the grip she had on her basket beginning to slip from how sweaty her palms had become.

Paige, excited about the offer, immediately nodded her head, "That sounds great actually, when were you thinkin'?"

"I'm not really sure, I have some things lined up this week. If you give me your number though i'm sure we can work something out."

"Okay."

After the pair exchanged numbers and said their 'goodbyes,' they each went their separate ways. Paige proceeded to grab the things that Ice had requested before making her way back to her friends. It took her a minute to find them, their place having changed from the snack aisle over to the wide selection of alcohol. When they spotted her, KK removed her phone from her ear and Ice dramatically threw her hands up.

"We've been calling you," she said frustratedly.

"Yeah, we thought somebody snatched you," KK said, mimicking a grabbing motion with her arms.

"Relax," Paige laughed, "I was talkin' to somebody."

"A fan?" Ice asked.

"No, somebody I know from high school."

"Hm, well we gotta get back if we wanna make our dinner reservations tonight." Ice took the things from Paige's hands and put them in the car, positioning herself behind it to push. "Let's go."

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Paige sat in the living room with her warmed up leftovers sitting in her lap. The movie the girls had been watching had been paused after they learned of Paige's plans to meet with Myla, all of them bombarding her with questions about who she was and how they knew each other. Silently chewing on a few fries, her attention was grasped by Aubrey as the girl threw her another question.

"So you had one class with this girl for one year and now y'all are going out for lunch?"

"Yeah," Paige nodded. She noticed the expressions her friends held, faces of uncertainty and disapproval. "What? We became good friends that year." It hadn't entirely been a lie, Paige and Myla did indeed become friends during their shared time in that class. Only that was all there was. Their entire friendship had been kept between the walls of that freezing Physics classroom, neither one of them even sparing each other a second glance outside of that. Paige could tell you every single thing that Myla had done over the weekend from the months of August to May. But if you asked her where the girl had sat for lunch during those same months, she would've stared at you, stuck.

"Good friends doing what -- cutting open animals and bonding over their intestines?" Kayla joked.

"First off, that's Biology," Paige said, "and second, the way we became friends isn't even weird. Y'all just hatin.'"

"We're not hating Paige," Azzi said, "we're just trying to make sure you're not being lured out to some remote location where none of us can find you."

"No seriously, do you know who you are? I was on Ebay the other day and I found a fake chunk of your hair for sale," Aubrey told her, shaking her head in disbelief.

"Aubrey please," Azzi frowned.

"Im for real! It was in a signed ziplock bag 'n' everything," she continued.

Jana, rolling her eyes, finally chimed in the conversation. "How about we just do a deep dive on this girl and settle this?" she suggested.

Azzi nodded with a smile, pulling out her phone and opening Instagram.

"Good luck with that, she doesn't have social media," Paige said smugly, leaning back in her seat.

"No social media?" KK frowned, sharing a look with Ice, "Oh she definitely a weirdo."

Kayla scoffed, "Tell that to her 3 million followers."

It came as a shock to the girls that Paige hadn't gotten whiplash from how fast she turned her head. Her face contorted in a mixture of confusion and intrigue.

"Lemme see that," she demanded.

Azzi was unresponsive as she scrolled through the girl's Instagram, her eyes widening a little more with every picture she clicked on.

"Azzi," Paige spat out.

Kayla snatched the phone from Azzi's hand, earning a pout from her as she threw the phone over to Paige. Swiftly catching it, her face began to somewhat mimic Azzi's. Her friends crowded around her as they all looked through Myla's account. Pictures of her in revealing bikinis as she posed in the sand or by the pool, reels of her in undergarments parading around with girls who wore similar things, and the rest were her dressed up in fancy outfits at various premieres.

Who the fuck is this and what did she do with the real Myla Mintz?

The Myla that Paige remembered hadn't even had a social media platform, and now here she was with 3 million followers on Instagram. High school Myla hated going to the pool because the thought of being in a swimsuit in front of a bunch of strangers freaked her out. She hated her stretch marks, she hated how her thighs rubbed together when she walked, how she constantly felt the need to keep her arms away from her body because otherwise it 'made her feel fat.'

Paige had never understood Myla's desire to keep her body hidden, if she had been blessed with a body like that in high school she would've walked around showing it off. But Myla wanted to hide it. Now, looking at the new image that the Mintz girl had created for herself, it was obvious to Paige that a lot about her had changed.

"She's a model," Jana said, pointing out the tagged page in her bio, "IMG models."

"Damn, she a real model. None of that fake ig shit," Aubrey spoke, her voice slightly airy from seeing the photos.

"You sure you went to school with her, Paige?" Kayla joked, using her pointer finger to tap the blonde.

Paige couldn't answer, she could hardly even hear the question as her focus remained solely on the picture that was displayed on her screen. It was a casually taken photo of Myla on the beach. Her curls were completely soaked, fingers scrunching them at the top of her head. Her red bikini top had a zipper in the middle, one that was partially unzipped to reveal her cleavage. The matching bottoms that did very little to cover what she had clung tightly to her perfect skin.

She was smiling happily with her eyes closed, pearly teeth on full show. Everything about the picture was perfect, from the rawness of her smile to the carefreeness of her energy. Paige couldn't think of a single thing in the world that could've made the post better, that was until she read the caption typed below. It made her eyebrows raise, her lips part, her heart stop for a period of time that would concern medical specialist.

'Happy Pride from your fav;)'

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A/N: so obviously this is in third person and i didn't really like that so im planning to change it going forward

BUT NEW SERIESSSSS, im hype soooo i hope yall are too

#new series #part one #love beyond the likes #wlw post #paige bueckers #uconn wbb #third person #azzi fudd #kk arnold

[tyuns-world]

⊹ My stalker ⊹

Stalker!Kai × Fem!Reader

Genre: smut

Warnings: stalking, nsfw (minors dni)

Summary: Kai has been secretly watching his neighbor for months, fantasizing about them, even going as far as trespassing. One night, he gets the opportunity to make his move.

Kai watched you sleep, eat, have friends over, and celebrate holidays. You had yourself a proper stalker, and you didn't even know it. You kept your bedroom blinds wide open, unaware that he'd rented a room adjacent to yours—a room that gave him a full view of you as you undressed to shower. He loved admiring the curves of your body, thinking about how soft your dark skin must be and how perfectly angelic you must smell.

He knew you preferred a vanilla scent, evident from your lotions and perfumes. He even bought the same ones so he could surround himself with your scent, touching himself while thinking about your perfect body: your large, round breasts, your smooth, slightly chubby stomach, your plush thighs, and that nice, round ass. Of course, he admired more than just your body; he wasn't a creep who only wanted you physically. No, that's what low lives do. He loved your expressive brown eyes, the way you laughed with your whole body, how careful and caring you were, and, of course, how naive and careless you could be. You never closed your bedroom blinds and sometimes even forgot to lock your apartment door.

Don't you know how easy it is for someone to sneak behind someone into your building, take the elevator up to the 13th floor, and enter your apartment? It always smelled lovely; you often burned incense and candles. He liked sitting on your soft couch, imagining how nice it would be if he were your boyfriend, watching a movie and cuddling with you. Then, he'd take it to the bedroom, where he loved finding the toys you hid. He often imagined it was his cock you were taking, not some dumb vibrator. He always slipped out before you came back, locking the door behind him. Wouldn't want some creep breaking in now, right?

Kai was good at keeping a low profile. As a pretty famous streamer, it was second nature for him to disguise himself when he went out. Despite being a little shy, he didn't give off creepy vibes to anyone. Whoever met him thought he was tall, charming, and attractive. So, of course, no one would suspect that he was a stalker obsessed with watching you. He first saw you in the grocery store months ago, back when you worked there. You helped him find the ingredients for a recipe he wanted to try, and Kai, admittedly new to cooking, was smitten with you from that moment. You were so kind, helpful, and patient, never getting angry at his inexperienced questions. He had never felt this taken by someone before, so of course, after that day, he followed you home. He had to know where his future wife lived.

You were Kai's first and only target. He had never been interested in dating or anything else, just focused on his living a bachelor life. But as soon as he met you, he put in more hours as a streamer and content creator. He needed more money so he could take care of you, so you'd never have to work. He never spent his paychecks on much—only on a room perfect for watching you, some gadgets to plant in your place so he could hear your lovely voice, and, of course, any scent you bought.

One night, Kai saw you get dressed in skimpier clothing than usual. Your skin glowed as you tie your curly hair up. He wondered where you planned to go, showing that much skin. Only he should see you in clothes like this. As your friends came over, he plugged his headphones into his computer so he could listen in. "This club is gonna be so fun, Y/N. It'll be a nice break from the boring, drab life you live," your friend said. Kai always thought your 'besties' were a bad influence, and he vowed to get rid of them when you two were ultimately together. The next few words you said sent Kai into a frenzy. "Yeah, maybe I'll find someone to bring home. These dating apps are failing me and my sex life."

Such promiscuous words leaving your pretty lips excited him but also angered him. How dare you think of sleeping with anyone but him? The reason your dates never pan out is because Kai always gets rid of them. He's not a killer, of course, but he pretends to be a bereaved boyfriend or ex to scare them off. The man you need is him.

Kai never put himself in a position to be spotted by you, but he had to go to this club and make sure any man who approached you was properly dealt with. This was a stupid decision on his end—he could get recognized and cause a commotion—but he didn't care. He needed to protect you from the creeps of this world. He called up a few of his friends and told them they should get drinks at this club he heard about. Despite spending his every waking hour tracking your movements, Kai hadn't killed his social life. So his friends weren't suspicious at all. Kai threw on his usual attire of black and grey clothing, complete with a baseball hat and mask to hide his face, and set out to the club. He had to arrive before you so he could scout the perfect place to watch.

After a while, Kai regretted bringing his friends along. Despite being a good cover, they were also a huge distraction, craving drinks, parties, and dancing. All he wanted was to watch his pretty angel. So far, you'd just been having a good time with your friends, with the occasional guy trying to approach but getting shut down. He was lucky you had high standards. He didn't know if he'd be able to control himself if you were dancing up on some stranger.Kai made the mistake of looking at you for too long, which piqued the interest of his friends. "Ah, she's beautiful. She got your eye, Kai?" Kai's friend, Yeonjun, teased, throwing his arm over his friend. Kai remained calm; if he freaked out now, his friends would get suspicious. "Yeah, she's pretty, but I doubt I'm her type," Kai shrugged. "Well, of course, you'd be nobody's type with this get-up you have on," Beomgyu piped in, taking off Kai's hat.

That made him panic a little. kai felt a surge of anxiety clawing at his chest. "We know you're a streamer and all," beomgyu says, his voice laced with doubt, "but I doubt anyone here will recognize you. I mean, most of them are drunk." In one swift motion, he reached out and yanked Kai's mask down before Kai could even react. Suddenly, Kai's face was completely exposed, and a wave of regret washed over him. He cursed himself silently; he should have just called in a bomb threat to the club. That would have been easier, safer.

But before Kai could even contemplate hiding his face again, one of your friends approached their group. "Hey, we’ve been watching you guys a while. do you guys wanna sit with us over there? We have a booth," she offered. Kai knew he should refuse, that every instinct screamed at him to protect his anonymity. But the mere thought of being close to you in person set his heart pounding, his legs moving of their own accord, faster than his brain could catch up.

Before he knew it, he was standing in front of your table, watching you sip on a drink. He glanced behind him, silently pleading with one of his friends to take the lead, to sit down first. But they betrayed him, sensing his infatuation and seizing the perfect opportunity. With a slight push, they nudged him forward, forcing him to take a seat next to you, while they settled in with the other girls in your group. It was a subtle action, one that went unnoticed by everyone except Kai, who felt like his world was spinning out of control.

The conversation flowed naturally between the group after Kai calmed down, the tension of his unmasking dissipating into the air. Despite the initial panic, he found himself surprisingly happy about the situation. It had provided him with a valuable opportunity to gather more intel on your friends, and he was definitely planning on doing some serious research once he got home. Every word that escaped your pretty mouth was already familiar to Kai, but he feigned surprise nonetheless, his heart fluttering each time you spoke.

"Hey, I've been meaning to ask, but aren't you KaiInteractive?" Sakura, one of your friends, spoke up, her voice cutting through the ambient chatter. There it was – his cover blown. Now he had to be extra careful to ensure you didn't spot him while he followed you around the city. Before, he could comfortably watch you stroll through the streets, jog along the same path as you, and even slip into restaurants unnoticed. But now, he had to ensure he wasn't anywhere close to your line of sight.

"Yeah, I am," Kai replied, his tone tinged with annoyance towards the friends who had stripped away his disguise. "That's so cool! I watch your streams all the time! Y/N and I were there for your first 24-hour stream. We love your stuff," Sakura gushed, her enthusiasm evident. You stiffened slightly at the revelation, and Kai couldn't help but feel a twinge of shock. He hadn't known about your presence at his 24-hour stream; it had happened long before you two had met at the grocery store.

Did that mean you had recognized him all along, and that's why you had been so nice? As Kai pondered this, he felt his obsession with you intensify. He needed to know absolutely everything about you. "Oh, is that right?" he teased, directing his playful remark at you. You grew noticeably quiet and shy under his gaze, a reaction that only fueled Kai's desire to unravel more about you.

"Let's dance," you interjected, smoothly changing the subject as you seized Kai's hand, guiding him towards the pulsating dance floor. In that moment, Kai's curiosity almost vanished entirely as he found himself swept up in the rhythm, his focus solely on you. As you moved with a captivating grace, dancing provocatively with him, Kai couldn't help but marvel at his incredible luck. Each sway of your hips, each sultry glance, etched itself into his memory, becoming a permanent fixture in his mind.

Though not lacking in dancing skill himself, Kai made sure to keep you thoroughly entertained, matching your every move with fluidity and precision. After a while of dancing, you turned around and stared at Kai with intensity. There was a heavy tension in the air, and you couldn't take it anymore. You smashed your lips onto his. Kai was overjoyed; he could die happily today. All those hours wishing your perfect lips were upon his, and now it was a reality. Kai matched your hungry energy perfectly, already thinking about how good it was going to be to get off on this later.

When you two parted for air, you got on your tiptoes and whispered into Kai's ear, "Let's go back to my place." All of Kai's self-preservation instincts flew out the window as he eagerly followed you out of the club and back to your place. As soon as he stepped through your door, you kissed him passionately. Kai grabbed your waist, eliciting a moan from you. He knew how much you loved that; he had caught you a few times pathetically trying to grab your own waist while masturbating. Despite the dim lighting, with only the faint glow from the kitchen lights, Kai expertly guided you both towards the couch.

He knew your apartment's layout like the back of his hand. As you fell onto the couch, Kai admired the way you looked: heavy breathing, smudged lipstick, dress hiked up revealing part of your panties, and the lustful look on your face that drew him in. He could get addicted to this.

Kai pulled his shirt over his head and discarded it on your living room floor. Despite being a shut-in, Kai had a perfectly muscular body. He knew your type and had trained hard to become it. As Kai moved to lay on top of you on the couch, you stopped him. "Let's head over to my bedroom," you said, interlacing your fingers with his and pulling him towards your room. Kai didn't even take in the lovely vanilla scent of your room; he was too focused on the angel stripping in front of him. He couldn't concentrate on the decor or think about wandering into your bathroom.

The scene before him was far better than any information gathering he should have been doing. Kai already knew what your naked body looked like, but to be able to touch it and confirm his thoughts about its scent and smoothness was way better. He didn't waste another moment, pulling you into another breathless kiss, touching you in all the right places as if he knew your body inside and out... because he did. He had studied you and was overly prepared for this moment. He knew exactly what you liked and to what extent. He knew you enjoyed your breasts being sucked on rather than flicked. He knew which dirty words elicited a response from you.

You felt as if Kai was made for you in that moment because he had molded himself to be. Every kiss, stroke, and word was perfect, and he knew it. Kai was in complete control of you as you lay in a pleasure-induced daze beneath him. Everything he did felt amazing to your body, and you surrendered completely. His cock even felt like it was made for you, as you easily adjusted to his length and girth, utterly fucked out of your mind by him.

Kai loved being able to control you like this, relishing how desperately you wanted him, how you needed him in this moment. He was overjoyed, teasing your body and leaving his love marks all over your neck and chest as he fucked you just right. you were his only his and from this moment thats all you will be. Every touch, every thrust, was a testament to his meticulous preparation and intimate knowledge of your desires, intensifying the electric connection between you two.

Kai could feel your body tensing beneath him, your moans growing louder and more urgent. He knew you were close, and he matched your rising need with his own fervor. His hands roamed over your body, caressing and gripping, driving you wild with desire. He whispered dirty words into your ear, knowing exactly which ones would send shivers down your spine. Your vision blurred as the pleasure became too much to contain. With one final, deep thrust, Kai pushed you over the edge.

You cried out, your body convulsing with the force of your orgasm. Kai came just from the sight of you finishing. you left breathless and trembling and Kai was proud of himself; all that watching and learning had paid off. He got to see the ultimate sight, one he now couldn't live without. He must be with you—he had to speed up his timeline and integrate himself into your life. everything was perfect you were perfect.

After you both came down from the high of your orgasms, you looked up at him with soft eyes. "Will you stay the night?" you asked as Kai started to slip back on his boxers. As tempting as the offer was, Kai needed to get back and update his Y/N journal and he must get up early to watch your daily jog. "Yeah, it's late and my place is pretty far," the lie slipped easily from his lips.

"Oh, but don't you live right across from me?" you said mindlessly, hoping to get the boy to stay. Kai stopped in his tracks, and you realized what you had said. Fuck, you just blew your cover. How will you explain this? Maybe he's too tipsy to even realize? You don't want to have to get rid of another.

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[trippinsorrows]

with me + part eleven

authors note: hi! i'm super sorry for the cliffhanger! i just have this thing where i need sections to be cohesive, and this chapter is much heavier than the previous, so i didn't wanna boggle ya'll down with all that angst!

i've also been thinking about the length of this story. currently, in terms of story timeline, we're at the very end of december 23', and i have ideas for up to may 24'. well, beyond that, but i don't want things to get stale, so i can end it around that time or keep it going? just curious because i don't want it to play out so long that it bores anyone. if that makes sense. just lmk.

status: in progress // masterlist

warnings: angsttttt (parental neglect, abandonment, trauma) language, alcohol consumption, suggestive themes, some fluff

song inspo: with me by destiny’s child

words: 6.2k

taglist: @pixiedust4000 @southerngirl41 @yolobloggers @msbigredmachine @wanderingreigns

You knew as soon as he walked in that something was up.

In getting to know Joe, you’d also learned that he was, surprisingly, on the quiet side. He spoke with you, of course, but you learned he leaned more towards introverted than extroverted. It was kind of sweet and pretty surprising. But, you’d also learned there was a difference between him being his sometimes quiet self and when something was off, and something was definitely off.

“You gonna tell me what’s wrong, or do I have to fuck it out of you?” He rolls his eyes, not even showing any excitement at the idea of fucking you. Yeah, something was definitely wrong. “Seriously, what’s up?”

He shrugs, playing it off clearly. “Just tired. Back to back matches.” 

That's when you realize what it is. “You’re hurt, aren’t you?” He shakes his head, dismissively, and you cross your arms. “Take your shirt off.”

“What?”

“Take it off, or I’ll climb your big ass and take it off myself.” Joe blows out a breath. He has to know you’re dead serious. So, wordlessly, he lifts his shirt over his head and turns around. 

You gasp almost immediately. “What the actual fuck?” Your hand reaches to touch him, but you stop yourself, knowing that his skin must be sensitive to the touch. His back is inflamed, red welts spread in different areas with a nasty bruise that looks like a borderline hematoma and other various cuts. 

“Why didn’t you say anything sooner?” Shaking your head, you point to your room. “Go sit and wait for me on the bed.” He opens his mouth, and you lift a finger. “I don’t want to hear it. Get in there now.”

Surprisingly, he follows suit, and you start to move about, gathering the necessary supplies. Along the way, you experience a plethora of emotions but mostly bounce back and forth between irritation and concern. 

You’re irritated that he didn’t just come out and say that he was hurt. You’re also concerned because he’s obviously in pain, and that bothers you. He doesn’t have to be, he didn’t have to be if he just said something. 

Stubborn asshole. 

With everything needed and placed in a cloth bag, you walk into your room and stretch your hand out to him. “Take this.”

Joe looks down at your open palm with a single pink pill. “What the hell is it?”

“Coke,” you answer with a straight face. Rolling your eyes, you answer, “Benadryl. It’ll help with the inflammation of the welts.”

“It’ll also knock me out.”

“We’ll we’re obviously not fucking with your back all messed up, so what else are you going to do?”

“Who said we can’t fuck?”

You sigh. “Joe, if you don’t just take this goddamn pill. With your size, you probably should take two, but I’m trying to be nice by only giving you one, so accept my kindness and swallow this damn pill or I’ll shove it down your throat.” 

He sucks his teeth but also takes the pill from you followed by the water bottle tucked under your arm. “You’re a terrible nurse.”

“And you’re an awful patient. At least we’re both on the same page.” You wait for him to swallow it before taking the bottle from him. “Good, now lay on your stomach.”

He lifts his brow, asking, “why?”

“Oh my god, you’re as bad as my students.” Men when they’re sick or not feeling well are a special kind of torture you’re not sure why exactly you’re subjecting yourself to right now. “Just do it, please. I’m trying to help you here.”

He just looks at you, as if he has something else to say, probably so. But, he surprises you by staying silent and following your instructions. 

Pleased, you climb on top of him, sitting on his ass to avoid irritating his already sensitive skin. “Okay, now this may hurt a little bit at first—”

He makes a sound underneath you. “Can’t hurt anymore than it already does.”

“If you had said something sooner, I could have helped you before now,” you scold, dropping the bag on the bed beside ya’ll. Men and their tendency to downplay pain will never cease to amaze you. The minute you start getting hit with cramps, you pop an ibuprofen.

“It’s not that big a deal.”

“You’re in pain. That’s always a big deal.” Pulling out the ointment, you dab enough to your hand and start carefully massaging it into the welts. He hisses at your touch and you murmur an apology but don’t stop. It’s short term discomfort for long term benefits. 

“What is this?” He asks.

“Calamine lotion,” you answer, adding on. “I have hydrocortisone too, but my grandma always said calamine works just as well without getting into your bloodstream. Don’t know how true it is, but it always worked for me, so it’ll work for you.”

He chuckles. “She sounded fun.”

Instantly, a smile is on your face as you continue to treat him. “Always. Summers with her were always the highlight of my year.”

He doesn’t say anything after that, and you continue to work the lotion into his skin. Once pleased with the application, you move on to the next part. “Alright, I’m gonna apply some cold compresses. You’ll probably be out in another 20 minutes, so just leave em’ on, and I’ll come change em’ out while you’re sleeping.”

When he doesn’t push back, you pull the compresses out of your bag and strategically place them on different areas of his back to maximize the comfort. Once finished, you climb off of him and go to close up the blinds and curtains. “Alright, get some rest.” 

You’re at the doorway when he says your name. “Yeah?”

A slight delay before he says, genuinely, “thank you.” 

There’s something meaningful beyond just the obvious, and it brings a small smile to your face. Not that he can see that. So you settle on, “of course. You’re no good to me if you can’t fuck me.”

He laughs, loudly. “Shut up.”

Smile widening, you close the door.  ________

Joe finds you a couple hours later in the kitchen, but it’s the state of you that gives him a pause and brings a smile to his face.

You’re dancing around, clad in one of his shirts and short shorts that your ass swallows up. Brief glimpses of your side profile reveal that you’re singing too, just in a low enough voice, probably not to disturb you. 

He doesn’t know the specific song, but the voice is familiar enough for him to know it’s Taylor Swift. That definitely surprises him, though it shouldn’t. You have a weird ass taste in music to where he’s found you in the shower listening to some random rock song, other times, it was throwback R&B.

You were just so….different from anyone he’s ever known. 

It’s one of the many reasons he’s so enamored with you.

Drop everything now

Meet me in the pouring rain

Kiss me on the sidewalk

Take away the pain

'Cause I see sparks fly, whenever you smile

It’s when you turn around, mid bite on a cookie that you finally notice his presence, smiling. “Hey. You’re up.”

“I am.” He nods, walking over to you. He gestures around the kitchen. “What is all this?” 

You finish chewing and swallow before directing Alexa to pause the music. “Well, I finished my lesson planning and was bored, so I decided to bake. But then I got hungry for actual food, so I ordered takeout.”

“And the music?”

You shrug, taking another bite of your cookie. “I like the song. Don’t worry, it’s the only Taylor Swift song allowed in this African American household.”

He laughs and moves past you when you take the chance to assess his back, immediately noticing how the swelling and redness have decreased. “How you feeling?”

“Better,” he answers, moving to the cartons, seeing that you made sure to order his favorites as well. “Thanks again.”

Smirking, you climb on the island, locking your ankles together. “Not so terrible nurse after all then, huh?”

“Your bedside manners still suck.” 

“Shut up.” You watch him fix his food and when he gets ready to sit down on a bar stool, you hop off the counter, prompting, “come with me.”

“Where?”

“All these damn questions….” Grabbing a couple of cookies and placing them in a bowl, you find your sandals and slide them on your feet. “Just come on.”

“Let me at least put a shirt on.”

“Absolutely not. You need to let your skin breathe,” you lecture, taking him in, all of him. “Trust me, no one’s gonna see us, and even if they did, who the hell would complain about you being shirtless?”

Snatching the keys off the table, you open the door, allowing him to walk out first. You start to leave your door unlocked but decide against it. It’s an extremely safe town, but there’s always a first time for everything. 

Locking it, you motion for him to follow you up the two sets of steps until reaching the heavy door that you turn the knob left and then right in order to open it. Joe’s immediately hit with a nice breeze and diminishing sunlight as the evening sets in.

“Come on,” you usher him to follow you to your favorite spot, sitting down and patting down on the ground next to you.

Joe chuckles, following suit. “Seriously?”

You ignore him, pushing on his shoulder as he brings his plate in front of him to eat. “I like to come out here sometimes to just get away. Especially if I need to clear my head. My grandma used to always say the closer you are to Heaven, the clearer you can hear God’s voice.”

He just watches you, the way the wind blows at your curls, making them splash at your face. Everything about you has always been stunning to him, but in this moment where you sit so relaxed and unbothered, he’s never thought you looked more beautiful. 

“Plus, you obviously need to clear your head to bounce back from that ass whooping,” you snort, taking another bite of your cookie. One look at Joe’s scowl makes you giggle. “On one hand, it’s crazy to me you put your body through so much, but I also recognize your passion and dedication. So, I get it. I was an athlete too. Love of the game type shit.”

You can’t say that you would have ever continued to cheer if it left you the way Joe would come to you sometimes, but as someone who’s been in a similar situation, you understand it. And it’s so much more than just a job to him. It’s a legacy, in his bloodline. All he knows.

All he wants.

So, you support him.

You’ll always support him.

________

There’s the initial chaos that ensues in the minutes after your departure. Callie’s confusion. Joe’s confusion. Bianca’s utter confusion. And as Callie is right there, Joe can’t go immediately after you. He can’t and won’t leave her, so he does the best he can, offering apologies to Bianca and Co. before taking Callie and finding your mom who was catching up with an old friend in another part of the show.

He has some level of difficulty explaining what happened, other than the fact that you’d run off and he needed to find you. It’s really all of the information that he has to go off of, and when he’s finally able to get back to the apartment where he thinks you probably went. He's disappointed to find it empty. There’s brief moment of panic. 

Just where the hell would you go?

He pulls out his phone to check again if you’ll pick up, but it goes straight to voicemail. He then starts to call your mom to ask her if she had any idea where you would be when he thinks about what happened. You were upset, very much so. 

You needed to clear your head.

He knows exactly where you are.

On that same roof he sat on with you years prior is where Joe finds you, but what he doesn’t expect is the bottle of Hennessy that’s not only open but already halfway empty and sitting beside you. 

He doesn’t try to hide his presence and is unsurprised when you ask, “How’d you find me?” 

“Wasn’t that hard,” he answers. It wasn’t. He remembers almost everything you’ve ever told him about yourself, including how this spot has always been your place to escape.

Just what were you escaping from is what has him stumped.

“Sit down.” You pat the space beside you much harder than what’s necessary. He sighs and asks for a minute, pulling out the phone and stepping away to make a call.

Your mom answers on the third ring. “Did you find her?”

“Yeah,” Joe runs his hand over his face. “I got her, but….can you take Callie back to your place?”

“Why? What’s wrong?”

He looks over again at the bottle. “She’s drunk.”

“Drunk?” It sounds like she’s holding back a chuckle, like his words are humorous because everyone knows you don’t drink, and she says as such. “What do you mean she’s drunk? My child doesn’t even drink.”

“She did tonight” Joe’s eyes fall back over to you to see you still sitting, swaying slightly as if listening to music. There is no music. “And Callie doesn’t need to see her like this.” He especially knows you wouldn’t want her to see you like this. 

Your mom sighs, heavily, on the other end. “You’ll stay with her, right?”

“Of course.” That’s not even a question. “And once I get her settled, if Callie is still up—”

“Oh, she’ll be up. She can’t fall asleep unless she talks to you or her mama.” It feels like an inappropriate response, but there’s a small part of Joe that finds joy in this. He remembers when you mentioned to him before that Callie needed to see and/or speak to you before she could fall asleep, a sign of how closely bonded you two were. To be added to that category means everything to him. “Thank you, Joseph.”

He sees no need in being thanked but acknowledges your mom’s appreciation anyway. “Of course.” The call ends, and he brings his focus back to you. The first thing he does is take away the bottle of Henny.

You see this and instantly scowl. “You’re no fun.” 

He sits next to you, asking in a quiet voice, “what happened tonight, Y/N?” Joe is still utterly confused at all of this, your zero to one hundred change in demeanor. But, the fact that you resulted to drinking shows him just how heavy whatever it was has impacted you. “Talk to me.” 

You laugh, but there isn’t an ounce of humor. “God, where do I start?” Your eyes light up, as if realizing something. “Oooh. I know where.” You lean into his shoulder, whispering, “I’m the product of an affair.”

This piece of information definitely takes him by surprise.

He's noticed you've never talked about your father, and he's never asked. Obviously, it was a sensitive topic, that much he could garner. But now, he knows just why it was sensitive.

“I don't—I don't know exactly what happened between them. She’s never really talked about it, but I do remember when I was younger, maybe—maybe a couple years older than Callie, he was—he was at the house.” You swallow, and Joe can see the distance in your eyes, like you’re no longer sitting here beside him. But someplace else. “She told me to go to my room, but I snooped at the top of the steps. Don’t….don’t really remember everything that was said except that she was literally begging this man to have some type of relationship with me, and he refused.” You laugh suddenly, and it’s so out of place, doesn't make sense given the nature of the conversation. But it does if he factors in the liquor coursing through your system. “He called me a m–mistake.”

Joe's heart aches at your words. “Baby—”

“When I was sixteen years old, I worked at a clothing store in town, and I saved up my money for this necklace…it was gold, and I thought—I thought it was so pretty. It made me feel fancy.” You chuckle, not as humorous this time, head tilting. “And once I finally got the necklace, I drove—I drove an hour away because…because after all those years, I still….I wanted to meet my father. I wanted…I wanted him to be in my life.” 

“He’s uh—or was, I’m not sure anymore—captain of police in his town, so I went to the precinct to meet him, wearing that necklace that I worked months to save up for because…because I wanted to look nice. I remember walking into his office, and I was nervous, but—but I also figured there was no way he could reject me then. I—I was head cheerleader. A straight A student. I—I had just gotten a near perfect score on both my SAT and ACT. I was…I was a good kid, Joe.”

Your jaw fixes, and he can see you’re trying to hold back tears. It kills him to see you this upset. He’s never seen you this vulnerable. “And I—I told him all that. I told him I wanted to see if he wanted a relationship with me, and do you know what he told me?” You suddenly stand up, clearly intending to mimic this interaction. “A relationship? Why would I want a relationship with you? You’re not even supposed to exist.” 

You giggle, eyes watering. Joe frowns. He can’t even begin to fathom how someone can say something like that to their own flesh and blood.

“Oh, but that’s not even the best part.” You’re doing one hell of a job playing this all off as something that isn’t impacting you, no doubt thanks to the alcohol. But, he knows you well enough to know and even see where this is headed. “He—” you hiccup, covering your mouth to hide your giggles. “He said again that I was a mistake that he paid my mom to take care of and—” It’s starting to crack, the alcohol induced facade that all of this is fine, that you don’t care. Your voice starts to catch. “---that the money he gave her for an abortion was the biggest waste of money he ever spent.”

“Y/N—”

“Minutes later, his wife walked in and then—and then his daughter walked in, and I—I ran. I couldn’t….I couldn’t—we looked the same age, Joe. He had a daughter already, he–he didn’t need me. He didn't—he didn’t want me.” You sniffle, wiping at your eyes. “And that’s fine, I—I didn’t care. I—I blocked that out after that day. I’d—I’d forgotten about him.” A beat. “Until tonight.”

“Because—because for the first time since I was sixteen years old, I was in front of all of them again. My—my—father, his wife, my—-”

Joe starts putting the pieces together. “Bianca….”

“She’s my sister,” you answer for him, having a hard time keeping it all in at this point. “She’s the one he’s proud of. She’s the one whose kid he claims as his grandchild. She’s the one he acknowledges. I’m just—I’m just the mistake he wishes was never born.” 

Joe stands up, gradually moving toward you. 

“I did everything right. I stayed out of trouble. I went to school. I got my degree. I did—-” He’s in front of you, gently pulling you into him as you finally break. “I don’t understand why he didn’t want me. I’m his daughter.” you finally shatter, crying into his chest. “What’s wrong with me?”

“Hey, hey—” Joe brings his hands to your face, making you look at him. “There is nothing wrong with you. You are an amazing, intelligent, beautiful woman, and I can’t even begin to describe how amazing of a mother you are.” He wipes away your tears as you clutch onto his shirt. “He doesn’t deserve you, baby. He doesn’t deserve to be in your life. He never did, and he never will. Fuck him. You don’t need shit from him. I’ve got you, okay? Always.” You allow him to hold you, to comfort you, because it’s just what you need in this moment. You tried to find it in solitude, tried to find it at the bottom of a liquor bottle, but it was all in vain. You just needed him.

Joe holds you as long as you allow him, letting you cry it out until he's eventually able to guide you into returning to your apartment.

But outside the door is when you hesitate.

He notices this, immediately asking, “what’s wrong?”

Your eyes start watering again. “Callie…I—I don’t want her to—”

He shakes his head, kissing the top of your head. “I asked your mom to take her back to her place. I’ll go check on her after I get you straight.”

This seems to settle some of your anxiety, and he continues to guide you into your bedroom. He helps you out of your clothes and into a simple t-shirt that he recognizes as one of his own.

Joe moves all of your decorative pillows, placing them on the chair in the corner of your room as you pull back the blankets. He turns around to find you reaching for his hand, tugging him towards the bed. “Just—just until I fall asleep.”

He doesn’t object. Joe planned to stay with you until then anyway.

He undresses enough to climb into bed with you, and you waste no time burying yourself into his chest, feeling an instant sense of peace when he wraps his strong arms around you. You’ve always felt so safe and protected in his embrace, and in this moment, it’s everything you need. 

“I realized something tonight,” you mumble into his skin. Joe’s hand is under your shirt, hand moving soothing circles on the small of your back. “I—I didn’t keep Callie from you because of your wife. That was part of the reason, but it wasn’t the main reason.” You lift your head, throat feeling pressured as you allow yourself to finally admit, “the truth is that I was terrified you would reject her the way my dad rejected me, and I never wanted her to feel that way. And I know now that you would never do that to her, but I—I didn’t know then, and I was so wrong, and I’m so sorry. I—”

“Hey—” He cuts you off, hand going to palm your cheek. “Don’t do that. I understand why you did it now, I do. You were trying to protect her. I can’t be upset with you for that. I’m not.” He studies your face, your eyes, always so beautiful to him. “I don’t think I could ever be mad at you for too long.”

It’s not a lie. Joe’s always thought he’s known you like the back of his hand, learned you so well, but tonight has shown him that he didn’t know everything. He’ll never get back the time he missed out on with Callie, and maybe on some level there will always be a slither of resentment. But, it’s not enough for him to notice and most definitely not enough for him to actually feel.

He’s not quite sure how he could find it in him to hold your decision against you. It didn’t come from a place of selfishness or vindictiveness but love and protectiveness. You just wanted to keep her from experiencing the pain and trauma you’d endured. 

There was no faulting that. 

And you accept his grace, so understanding and considerate. You feel slightly undeserving but immensely grateful that he can extend such empathy. 

You’re quiet after that, eyes shut as you work to turn off your brain and decompress what’s inarguably been one of the most difficult days of your life. You’re almost in the early stages of sleep when his voice invades the quietness. 

“I love you.” Joe doesn’t feel any sort of movement at his confession, doesn’t feel you tense or relax. He’s not even sure if you’re still awake, but still, he continues. “I’ve always loved you, and I don’t even know how much of this you’ll remember tomorrow, but that doesn’t matter because I’ve always imagined telling you under much different circumstances anyway.”

“I want to be with you,” he continues. “I’ve always wanted to be with you, and I’m sorry for not putting you first. You deserved better than that. I should have gotten divorced long before I even met you. And that’s….something we eventually need to talk about. I owe you that much.”

He wants to say more, so much more, but he also knows now is not the time given he’s almost certain you’re asleep. Hence why he finally slips out of bed, knowing he needs to check on Callie.

He doesn’t leave without caressing your cheek and kissing your temple, relieved that you’re finally getting some rest following what was inexplicably an emotionally draining day. 

But you’re not asleep, and you did hear it.

You heard it all.

________

“Who are you?”

Joe walked into your moms house, not expecting anyone other than your mom and Callie. Only one of those individuals are present, and the other is a man he’s never in his life seen before but automatically doesn’t like. Just his aura seems off. 

Joe especially hates that this man is in the same house as his little girl.

Your mom seems taken back by this side of him and explains, “Joe, this is Amir. He’s, uhh, an old friend of Y/N. He saw her run off and wanted to check in on her.”

The day's events are definitely a contributing factor as Joe feels exhausted, both mentally and physically, but hearing that this is the infamous Amir instantly angers him. What the hell is he doing here?

“You bold as hell coming here.” is all Joe says, redirecting his attention to your mom. “Y/N tell you that she found out he and Mariah been sleeping with each other?”

What he wants to say is that they’ve been fucking, but he wants to remain respectful. Even if it is hard as hell.

Your mom is looking, mouth ajar, between Joe and Amir. “Wh–what is he talking about, Amir?”

“So you’re the one that’s been feeding those lies into her.” Deflection. It’s a typical bitch move. “You talking a lot of shit for someone who abandoned his own kid and just came back on the scene like ain't nothing happened.”

If not for the fact that you’ve already explained to Joe that you’d never told Amir what really happened between you and him because it was none of his business, Joe would have been livid. He would never abandon you. And definitely never Callie. Ever.

He’d have been with you every fucking step of the way the minute you found out you were pregnant if he’d been given the chance.

But all of that is no business of this asshole’s. 

“You can say or think whatever the hell you want about me. It doesn’t matter. You’re irrelevant, regardless, so the same way you walked your ass in here is the same way you can walk your ass right on out.”

“Apparently not to Y/N.” He’s smug, and it takes a tremendous amount of willpower for Joe to not lay this man out right then and there. He doesn’t know why you would ever settle for the likes of this prick. “Not with how many times she ended up in my bed.” 

Joe partially forgot your mom was even in the same vicinity until she gasps loudly, clearly disgusted, “my Lord. Please, this is my daughter you’re speaking about.”

With a low chuckle, Joe tries his best to remain respectful yet still abundantly clear. “And how many times has she reached out to you since I’ve been back?” His silence is all the answer Joe needs, not that he really needs one at all. Joe knows you have eyes and desire for him and him alone. He just needs to prove a point to this motherfucker. “I’m not asking you. I’m telling you to stay the fuck away from my girlfriend and especially my daughter, cause the next time it won’t be no conversation.”

And before Amir can say or even, stupidly, do anything, a new smaller voice enters the scene.

“Daddy!”

Joe is unsure if he’ll ever get over the joy that fills him at being called that. Callie is at the top of the steps but proceeds to rush down when she sees him, Joe leaning down and catching her, picking her up.

“Hey, sweetheart.” He kisses her cheek, noticing almost immediately how tired she looks. Understandable, as it’s almost 11 o’ clock, far past her bedtime. Uncomfortable with this Amari or whatever the fuck his name is being so close to Callie, Joe starts leading her back up the stairs.

With a frown, she asks the question he was expecting. “Where’s mommy?” 

“She’s back at the apartment sleeping.” Joe is unsure just how to explain tonight’s events to Callie, not really knowing how to help her understand what occurred, if at all possible. “I’ll take you to see her tomorrow morning as soon as she wakes up.”

Joe walks her into her room at your mom’s place and seats her on the bed, sitting next to her. “What’s wrong with her?”

Such a simple question in wording and massively difficult in every other area, especially when one considers Callie’s young age. 

“Mommy saw someone who was very mean to her when she was little, and it made her sad, so….she just wanted to be alone.” It’s the best, simplest answer that’s not a lie he can come up with on the spot.

Callie’s frown deepens. “I don’t want mommy to be sad.”

“Neither do I, baby,” he murmurs. “But, I talked with her, and she should start feeling better soon, okay?”

Her frown diminishes slightly, and Joe can tell she’s in thought. She then asks, “are you gonna go stay with mommy tonight?”

“I was, but I can stay with you, if you want me to.” Joe knows you’ll probably sleep throughout the night because of the alcohol and more importantly, if Callie needs him, he’s there. No questions asked.

You would do the same. 

She suddenly shakes her head. “Mommy stays with me when I’m sad, so someone’s gotta stay with her while she’s sad.” Her face grows sullen again as she asks with a yawn, “do you still have to leave tomorrow morning?”

“No, I leave tomorrow night instead.”

In the midst of all of tonight’s chaos, he’d managed to switch flights, picking an evening one instead. Joe let Hunter know there was a family emergency, and that he’d be back later than initially expected. Hunter was understanding, and while he was grateful for that, it didn’t really make a difference.

You and Callie come first. 

She’s obviously partially pleased with this information and moves her body against his, laying her head on his arm. “I’m sleepy….”

Reaching to caress her cheek with his finger, he directs, “get some rest, Callie. I’ll stay with you until you fall asleep.”

She doesn’t say anything, just closes her eyes. It doesn’t take long for sleep to overtake her, a mere matter of minutes really. He stays with her longer though, just to be sure, needing to know she’s okay.

He needs both of yall to be okay.

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You wake up with an instant sense of unease and discomfort. Your head is throbbing, and your body feels heavy. Your chest feels pressured, like there’s some invisible weight on it.

But in a matter of seconds, it all comes rushing back to you. The fireworks. Bianca. Seeing your dad. Running. Drinking. 

"I love you."

Eyes shutting, you do your best to settle your brain because only one thing is at the front of your mind when you hear giggling coming from outside of your closed door.

Callie 

Just how in the hell did your brief mental breakdown affect your child? 

Pushing the blankets off, it’s then you notice the bottle of water and white pill sitting on your nightstand. Picking it up, you see it’s Advil.

“Joe…..” you whisper, realizing he must have left it here waiting for you once you woke up. Eyes watering at his thoughtfulness, you swallow it and head straight for the bathroom. You need to get cleaned up and get out there to see what kind of damage you’ve unintentionally inflicted on your child’s psyche.

You know how attached she is to you and don’t even allow yourself to think about how difficult it must have been to be so abruptly ripped away.

Especially when you’re the one who did the ripping.

The shower is kept to a minimum, and once your teeth are brushed and face clean, you don’t hesitate to step out of the room. Following the path of sound, in the kitchen is where you find Callie. With Joe. 

They’re sharing a quiet laugh, and you’re certain it’s quiet because he told her you needed your rest. Always looking out for you. 

However, it’s when Callie happens to glance your way that her eyes go big. 

“Mommy!”

She surprisingly climbs off the counter instead of outright jumping and runs over to you. You kneel down to meet her for her hug, so tight and welcoming. “Do you feel better?” 

“Oh baby, I’m always better when I get to see you.” Kissing her forehead, you add, gently, “mommy’s sorry for scaring you.” And it's true. You never meant to scare her or make her worry about you, and it's something you'll work as hard as necessary to make up to her.

But your sweet child surprises you with her authentic, mature reassurances. “It’s okay. Daddy said you were sad,” she explains and gasps. “I made you something to make you smile!”

Touched, you palm her cheek. She really is the light of your life. “I’d love to see it, baby.”

“Okay! I’ll be right back.” She rushes out of the kitchen, and you take the opportunity to talk to Joe. Wordlessly, you move over to hug him.

“Thank you.” There’s not enough thank yous to show him just how appreciative you are to have him in your life, to have him as Callie’s father. He took such control yesterday while you were busy drowning in your daddy issues. And now he’s still here when you’re almost certain that he was supposed to have flown out at the crack of dawn. “I’m really sorry about last night. That’s not—-I don’t get drunk. I would never leave Callie like that—“

“I don’t care about any of that,” he dismisses. You believe him, as he looks entirely uninterested in any explanation you want to provide him because he sees it as unnecessary. He takes the back of hand to feel your forehead. “How are you feeling? Did you take the Advil?”

Nodding, you try again, “seriously, Joe. You’ve changed your whole schedule around—“

“You needed me,” he answers. “There was nothing to think about.”

And the tears are brewing again, but for very different reasons. This man is everything you’ve always wanted and dreamed of, even better. And he loves you. He wants to be with you. Your daughter's father wants to establish a life with you, be a family. What logical reason do you have to continue to deny him? Deny yourself?

“Joe…..” Licking your lips, you place your hands on his chest. “I lo—”

“Here it is, mommy!”

Callie’s interruption is both perfect and imperfect timing. You want so badly to tell him that you love him too, that you also want to be with him. But maybe it’s not the best timing, maybe the setting should be different.

You want him to know you love him not just because of the aftershocks of vulnerability. That you’re in love with him and have been since you were 23 years old. 

Callie is at your legs, holding up a drawing she created of you surrounded by hearts. Her artwork has always been her favorite form of expression, and you’re so grateful for her pure, kind heart in this moment.

Holding it against your chest, you lean down to accept her hug. “Thank you so much, baby. I love it.” 

“Yay!” She rejoices and then looks up between the two of you. “Daddy and I made you breakfast!”  

Gasping, you ask, “really?” It’s only then you notice the kitchen, while cleaner than one would expect after preparing breakfast with a four-year-old, you see the counters that have food laid out on a variety of plates and tupperware. “Waffles?”

“Your favorite.” Joe reaches to kiss your temple, and lightly pats your hip. “Sit down, we’ll fix it for you.”

You open your mouth to protest when Callie takes your hand and guides you to the barstools and scampers back over to Joe who picks her up, holding her with one arm while the other fixes your breakfast for you. He allows her to point and dictate what goes on your plate and how it’s fixed.

And you sit there, allowing yourself to take in this moment. There’s so much you need to navigate and sort through. Bianca, your dad, Mariah, hell, even finally being honest with Joe about your feelings. But, all of that can wait. 

Because all that matters right now are the two people you love most in this world.

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[daddypriceugh]

Trouble

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Alright, so this is a little something I wrote some time ago.

I hope y'all like it :) i'll start writing more stuff soon as I have more free time now!!

Tw: some curse words but all in one nothing major

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"He's definitely your son"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"I think you know it"

The air in the car was thick and tense as you and your husband drove to your son's school. Reason for it was the phone call you got 30 minutes ago, stating that he got himself into trouble with a classmate.

You knew that your son was a bit different when it came to emotions. He was just like his father, quiet and reserved, but more repulsive. You of course denied that he got that from you.

The car came to a stop and Simon turned off the engine, body turning towards you. He had a neutral look on his face but you knew him better than that. When you told him about the call, he took it in better than you did. He seemed fine with it and that made you mad.

"You okay?" He asked, hand reaching for your cheek. You let him put it there.

"To be honest, i don't know. I just don't know how to react." He hummed in response, seeming to  understand your troubles.

"That's alright" he whispered "neither do I but we will know how to handle it" His palm was smoothing over your cheek, trying to give you any comfort. You smile at that.

"Yeah. Let's go then"

You were now sitting in the headmaster's office, desperately trying to not rip his head of. "And therefore I think that your son has some kind of mental problem"

Your body tensed at this sentence, anger spread through your body. How dare he say something like that? Your son is perfectly fine!

"Mr. Miller I think your overstepping a line right now." Simon's voice interrupted your thoughts. "Our son literally helped a friend that got bullied by that football idiot, how in hell does that have to do something with mental health?"

"Well, Mr. Riley from what I know you weren't exactly a steady father figure he could rely himself on. Whether it be your job-caused absence or your own mental state, your son had to deal with his emotions alone."

That's it. Know he reached your limit.

"And how the fuck do exactly know that huh?! Did one of the other parents tell you that? Well guess what, my son grows up in a loving family on which he can definitely rely on! I do not and will not take and crirism and insult from a man that clearly doesn't even know who the actual problem in this situation is. And spoiler, it's not my son but that bully that you just seem to fucking ignore!"

Mr. Miller's eyes widened at your outburst, clearly not expecting you to say someone like that. You felt Simon's hand reaching for your own under the table, giving it a quick squeeze.

"And if you ever tell my husband that he's not in a perfect mental state, than prepare for the worst! And now if you excuse us, we would like to take our son home with us now."

With that you stood up from the chair and made your way towards the door to open it, Simon quick to follow you.

You were greeted by your son standing in the hallway awkwardly with a black eye. He smiled at you and immediately engulfed you in a hug.

You pressed him closer to you, showing him that you care. You part after a minute. Your husband wrapped an arm around your shoulders and lead you towards the exit, your son not far in front of you.

Simon tilted his head to you ear, whispering.

"You do know that we will probably have to change school after that conversation"

A small laugh escaped your lips.

"Yeah maybe. But let that be a problem for tomorrow okay?"

"Of course, my love"

You two shared a small kiss and continued to walk to your car.

You are a happy family and that's all that matters.

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Tips for improvements are welcome!!!

Please ignore grammar mistakes English isn't my first language ♧

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[luboy7rt]

How Task Force 141 Characters Would Cook With You (Headcanons, GN reader)

(These can be seen as mostly platonic but can be seen as romantic and these are just my headcanons. (INCLUDES: John Price, John 'Soap' MacTavish, Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick and Simon 'Ghost' Riley)

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Jonathan (John) Price:

- John is a great cook when working alone. When working with you, he tends to forget that you should help as well and ends up making a ‘game plan’ for the both of you on what tasks you will do, splitting it nicely into doing what you want to do, and John would do the tasks you don't want to do.

- If you don't want to help cook? That's fine with him. He is willing to let you sit and watch him cook a nice meal for the two of you.

- Definitely meal preps the day before, before he heads to bed, he likes to save time and have most of the work done before. Also does ask you what you want, ensuring you like the recipes he chooses out even if it's around the same five every day, occasionally switching it up to other recipes he finds throughout the weeks.

- He likes to relax while cooking, chuckling softly as he watches you move around, he likes talking as well. Any topics other than work.

- He does accidentally order you around a bit around the kitchen when he gets too focused, or sometimes he'll even follow your orders whoever is the ‘leader’ of the kitchen really. It just makes it easier for you both to work around each other and do what needs to get done.

- He will dance with you if you want to dance, and plays music in the background on very low volume. He wouldn't be able to stop the smile that spread across his face while watching you. If he doesn't dance with you, he would sway his hips absentmindedly, very subtly. 

- You want him to learn a specific meal? He'll go looking for a recipe on his own if you don't have one, it might take one or two tries to get it fully tasting right, but in the end he does it for you.

- He is a quick cook, getting things done efficiently and quickly. Over the years he decided it was better faster due to his time in the military so he could eat quicker and get tasks done swiftly after, somehow he doesn't burn anything.

John (Johnny) ‘Soap’ MacTavish:

- Soap can cook, but only from recipes he already knew/taught. He struggles with written recipes, but if you show him a video of doing all the steps once, he could cook it pretty decently.

- Without recipes he'll be lost, iust putting random stuff he thinks would taste good on whatever you both are cooking. Did you see flour go on the food instead of salt? Soap ignores the glance you give him as he already knew he screwed it up after realizing his holding flour instead of salt. 

- He jokes around when you start telling him what to do, ends up just following your lead on what to do and suddenly he gets a lot better when cooking. The food turns out excellent as you both grin and high five each other when you finish cooking.

- Soap likes to pull small harmless pranks on you as well, sprinkling a bit of flour On his hand then clasping your shoulder, laughs when you turn around and get a whiff of flour blowing in your face due to him blowin it on you. Runs off laughing if you chase, he takes off sprinting to get away if you don't, he comes back after three minutes with a grin.

- If you did chase him, you two forget about the time and end up burning whatever you were cooking and end up just buying take out to enjoy instead

- He ends up blasting music while grinning at you while you two bicker on what to do, what to add, how to cook whatever you are cooking. It basically is a lot of fun of just laughter, jokes, pranks and trying to cook and somehow succeeding despite it being so chaotic.

- If you are hungry, he stops ‘fooling’ around and actually gets done with a recipe he knows by heart, as always, it turns out very good!

Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick: 

- There are three ways of cooking with Kyle, 1. You take the lead. 2. He takes the lead or 3. You both step on each other's feet and keep stumbling into each other to do the same tasks while cooking.

- This man puts research into finding recipes, whenever he finds one he thinks you would like it goes neatly Into a screenshot folder that is just filled with random recipes he thinks you would like. (If you end up liking it, it goes into a :) folder and if you don't it does into a :( folder) 

- It takes pride that he is indeed a good cook, he follows recipes to the T to ensure it comes out good, only adding stuff if he believes the meal would be better after having it/cooking it a handful of times.

- Sometimes if you don't want to cook, he pulls up a stool for you to simply sit and watch him cook. So the two of you can chat about anything really, the topics always range from gossip, to work, to new stuff one of you are doing.

- You two are actually managing to work eachother once you get into the ‘rhythm’ of it, managing to avoid any big issues while talking and teasing one another. Kyle’s eyes are sometimes on you when you get a bit close to the stove/over as If to ensure you didn't accidentally injure yourself as you two were a bit distracted by each other joking around.

- Kyle puts a lot of effort into cooking with you, he liked the moments of sudden calm. Ensuring to make you an amazing meal, as in the field he didn't get the best food and when home? He was making good food.

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley:

- Simon is not a bad cook, but he's not a good cook either, he knows a handful of random cooking information. He's not lost in the kitchen, but if he was would you ever really know? No. He can fake his knowledge, and he's actually pretty good at faking knowing what he was doing.

- He allows you to tell him what to do, despite huffing about it to you, if your a bad cook? You're both screwed, he can't fake it if you also don't know what you both are doing.

- If you are a good cook? Great, he's watching you and stealing your techniques, managing to get by without questioning anything. You ask him to do a task, he got it.. doesn't know how but he'll figure it out without you knowing.

- Simon tends to try out new dad jokes on you, these handful of new jokes he came up with so he could tell them to the others if you laugh. You're the confirmation that the joke is good or not.

- Simon ends up sending you random recipes he finds online, (even if their ‘joke’ recipes you shouldn't eat), grinning at you behind his masked lips as you make a face. The hell you mean Simon wants a cockroach-themed green-slimed cake, and he wants to bake It? Simon doesn't even care he's to busy cackling about just imagining the cake.

- Cooking with Simon ends up going decent it's not the best food but it's not the worst either, he ends up ordering delivery for dessert, whatever you want really.

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