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kissitbttr · 4 months

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a very tiny fic of frat!miguel pining on cheerleader!y/n in college. might expand, we’ll see ;)

fucking. frat parties, man,

you hate it. despise it even. what’s so good about them anyway other than the fact watching dumb boys in snapbacks making a fool of themselves with drinking games?

definitely not your scene, but unluckily for you—it has always been your friends favorite thing to look forward to,

“you need to cut yourself some slack babe. this party will do you good! i promise!”

rolling your eyes, you slip on one of your favorite heels before glaring at her. “doubt it but thanks for the positivity”

“maybe todd will be there and you guys will catch up?”

“like hell we will” you scoff, walking towards the dressing table to pamper yourself,

“that shit is history, he’s a fucking dead man”

a certified douche bag, that’s what todd is. dated him in freshman year and the relationship went for about six months before calling it quits because he had his tongue down some other girl’s throat and he had the nerve to blame it on you,

you were pretty much done with men at that point,

“she’s right” one of your friends, gloria points out. “you guys forgot what that asshole did to her, hm?”

“but” one girl steps in. “people change, right?”

you and gloria exchange looks, biting back a mocking smile at how innocent and naive the girl sounds. however, you shake your head at gloria, telling her to hold it in.

“yeah, sure” you shrug at her question, busying yourself with makeups as the other girls from behind you continue with their chatting,

“what about miguel? that tall sexy one”

your hand freezes at the name, as a collective of ooh’s and dreamy sighs fall upon your ears. yet you dismiss it anyway,

“and what about him?”

lyla, the pixie haired cut girl chimes in. “wasn’t he the one who blew you a kiss during the football game? you know, when you were cheering”

it was the championship game, one after finals had ended. you and your cheerleading team were on the sidelines doing the stunts. one of the duties of being one was to cheer for your home team. being extra perky and all smiley,

he scored another touchdown within the last ten seconds, in which the crowd had erupted into loud cheers. this man sure got some speed on his feet,

you clapped your poms poms together, jumping in excitement while yelling out his jersey number. the rest of the girls are doing the same thing, some even louder than others. leading the crowd to loudly chant his last name,

miguel took his helmet off, smiling proudly at the full audience while bumping his chest with his fist. then his eyes landed on you, smile going wider as he watched you cheer for his team,

then he did it. blew you a kiss as he waved. mouthing a ‘that one’s for you’ before winking, in which you only rolled your eyes at the respond. you truly had no time entertaining another heartbreaker on campus.

that man maybe devilishly handsome and charming, but he also shared some highly disturbing amounts of girls in his dorm,

or so you have heard.

his friend jogged towards him, clasping his hand around miguel’s shoulder,

“new girlfriend, o’hara? or looking for a quick fuck?”

if it was any other circumstances, he’d punch him for saying that about you. but he was far too entranced by your beauty to actually give a shit. instead he smiled, eyes refused sto leave yours as he watched your body move.

“girlfriend. working on it, compá”

his voice is confident. almost like he’s sure that you’ll be his. and you will

miguel finds you to be far more intriguing than the rest. beautiful, top of the class, fucking funny too. ever since he had exchanged a couple words with you during one the class you both shared, you pretty much occupy his mind from there.

and he had watched you punch one of the guys at his party one time so safe to say you’re the reason why his dick is hard for the rest of the night

“not only that. he touched down and said it was for you, didn’t he?! ugh! i am so freaking jealous!”

it’s almost funny how hopeless romantic most of your friends are. i mean sure, you are too, who isn’t? but you would argue that if it wasn’t coming from miguel, those girls probably won’t be swooning like right now,

“you both are overreacting. he was just in the heat of the moment.”

“nuh uh” gloria shakes her head in disagreement, scoffing with a small smirk. “she’s right, that boy wants you. he wants you bad. like ‘24/7 deep dick inside your pussy and won’t let you walk straight after fucking’ wants you”

“a very… vivid detail, gloria…” you widen your eyes with a laugh while the other girls agree. “but okay”

“how do you even know that?”

“beck said so” she shrugs, making you look at her with a deadpan expression. “what? me and him went back to fucking, don’t judge me!”

a snort escapes your lips, tugging the lipgloss back out of your makeup pouch before unscrewing the tube,

“he’s like a total player, no? i don’t think i could get together with a man who sticks his dick into any hole”

“that’s not true. they’re just rumors”

“yeah, wasn’t dana the only girl he had ever dated?”

“no that was xina. dana fucked his brother”

“what?!”

“isn’t it the other way around?”

“i’ve never seen him with girls that often. your opinion could be wrong y/n”

you brush it off and let the girls gossip in the back. whether it’s true or not, staying away would probably better. after todd, you don’t think you can afford another heartbreak.

fucking. men

the party had started a few hours ago, and it’s packed. a lot of students come and start filling up the house, the sound of asap rocky’s ‘frat rules’ booming through the speakers.

it’s not even close to midnight but miguel already spot a few kids getting drunk and throwing up in the backyard making him winces in disgust. he has told a few of his friends to keep an eye for broken furnitures but he doubts any of them listen,

they’re far too busy exchanging saliva with some of the girls from the sorority,

“yo o’hara! beer pong later! you’re on my team!”

peter, one of his frat brothers yells. miguel looks over his shoulder to see him standing by the pong table with the others, he has his arm around a red haired girl’s shoulder.

miguel flashes a smile, head shaking as he fixes himself a beer from the keg. “count me out, parker. go find other team player”

“oh boo! you’re no fun these days, o’hara! don’t tell me you’re standing by to see if she’s coming?”

“wait, miguel’s crushing on someone?” the red haired asks

“i told you babe, it’s the girl from cheerleading team”

miguel doesn’t respond, because peter is right. he has been scanning over the room, pacing back to back to see if you’re here yet. a disappointment sigh leaves his mouth each time he fails to find you,

his frat brothers think he’s gone crazy. because why would he get himself so worked up over one girl when there’s dozens of others lining up to get dicked down by him? pretty ones even,

but that’s the thing, miguel doesn’t find hooking up to be something that needs to be praised for. why would he pat himself on the back for screwing half of the sorority sisters? or bet on who gets to be the lucky bastard to get into the quiet girl’s panties?

gross. that’s for sure. but it seems that his brothers think otherwise. he has no say in that, obviously. to each their own.

“she’s coming, dude. chill. you’ve been eyeing the goddamn door non-stop” beck chuckles, sipping on his beer can

he ignores him, clicking the tongue against his teeth. “you told gloria, right? to bring her here?”

“i did. so stop worrying. enjoy for a bit”

beck leaves him with that, not before bumping miguel’s shoulder lightly with his fist, leaving miguel with his brows furrowed and lip in a small pout,

‘where are you?’ he thinks,

“hey miguel”

a feminine voice pulls him out of the trance, in which he quirks an eyebrow and notices a short haired girl appears by his side, dragging her long manicured nails down his bicep,

“not interested” he shoots her a quick glare before averting his gaze back towards the door,

the girl pouts, taking the bold move by resting her temple against his shoulder in which he shakes her off causing her to gasp,

“the fuck o’hara?!”

“i told you. not interested. beat it” he downs his red solo cup before scrunching it, licking his lips. “go find another guy to bang”

she huffs at that, stomping her feet like a child like her parents refuses to give her candy,

“i mean it. move, i am not—“

“y/n! gloria! you two made it!”

that does it for him. soon as he hears your name falls from beck’s mouth, his gaze never moves quicker. seeing his frat brother by the entrance, greeting gloria with a kiss and you’re standing by gloria’s side with a small smile,

oh god, you.

who looks absolutely breathtaking tonight. adorned in a pretty pink dress that hugs your curves in the right way, your makeup is light and he’s thankful for that. long thick hair fall against your back, leaving your shoulders exposed,

simple yet look so expensive,

miguel pays no mind to the girl besides him, simply just walking away. he doesn’t even bother to acknowledge the people who congratulates him on the win as he strides closer to you,

“y/n y/l/n… what a sight for sore eyes it is to see you, muñeca”

a familiar voice saying your name makes your head turn, seeing who it is. the head of fraternity. miguel o’hara,

he has his arms crossed, causing his biceps to bulge a bit, making him look bigger than he already is. you eye the outfit he has on. a black muscle tank and grey sweatpants. chocolate hair tucked into a bright red snapback that he props on backwards,

he shoots you a flirty smirk, walking a little bit closer just enough to create a small gap between the two of you,

“miguel o’hara” you speak his name, faking a smile. “surprised to see you still sticking around here. i thought you’d be by your room already, pleasuring another girl”

he winces playfully, hand over his heart pretending to be hurt. “ouch, muñeca” a small chuckles leaves his mouth as he watches you roll your eyes, “always with the horrible assumptions. care to play nice this time?”

you glance at him with a scoff. “we both know that’s a fact. you always leave with a girl, don’t you?” you question, eyebrows furrowing as you tilt your head to the side,

he hums, scanning the room before looking back at you. “false. but i’ll let you believe what you want to believe, muñeca.”

you try to guess if he’s being sarcastic with it or actually telling the truth, and you swear it’s the latter. however, you refuse to fall for it,

“what do you want, o’hara?” you sigh, sipping on the beer gloria had offered earlier,

with a chuckle, he leans against the nearest wall, hands shoved into the pockets of his pants. “is it a crime for me to talk to a pretty girl i have a crush on? is there any written policies about that?”

your heart flutters when he calls you pretty. not to mention, a crush?

yeah okay, you do find him extremely attractive and sexy. like, really really sexy. guilty as charged. but who doesn’t think so? his dashing smile and seemingly soft hair do make you a little bit crazy. he’s a total heartthrob on campus.

not only is he the vice captain of the football team but he’s one smart student. passes every class, rarely get a score below B’s. no wonder why teachers are chasing his ass for him to tutor some of the students.

and if that’s not enough, you know how much he loves to spend his time volunteering at local organizations, doing food kits for donations even providing a cost-free child care around the community,

he’s almost—too good to be true.

“i’m flattered, truly. but flirting won’t get you anywhere, mr.” you wag your finger side to side,

“seriously?”

“seriously”

“wow” he breathes out a sigh, faking a disappointment. “i got to try harder than that then”

a giggle leaves your mouth, head shaking. “my advice? stop trying, o’hara”

“i can’t do that, muñeca”

you tilt your head to the side,. “and why’s that?”

“i just told you”

“hm. surely there are other girls out there, o’hara”

“i don’t want them”

“persistent aren’t you?”

“kind of” he casually shrugs. “why, you don’t like it?”

“quite the opposite”

“and why is that entertaining to you?” he asks with a smirk,

“i like seeing men desperate. i like seeing them beg for something they know they can’t have” you bite down onto your lower lip. your respond is not meant to be flirty, but more of like a playful statement.

yet somehow, it triggers something in him. something good.

his eyes flicker down to your mouth, puffing out a deep breath. “shit, you’re making it harder for me now” he mumbles, tongue sticking out to wet down his lip,

“harder to what exactly?”

“to not want you” he replies bluntly, tone changes into a serious one. but it doesn’t come off as a lust or desperation,

your smile falters a little when you realize how serious he becomes. swallowing a lump on your throat, fingers digging into the skin of your arms. eyes are now onto his, and you don’t quite get why it feels so difficult to just look away,

“miguel i—“

“shit, i ruined it, didn’t i? eres un idiota” he curses himself with a grunt shaking his head. hands on his hips “sorry, i’m just— fuck you look so good right now muñeca and there’s like a million things going through my mind when i look at you—“

“miguel—“

“obviously i’m not going to tell you because it’s pg-13 all up in here” he points at his head. “and i don’t want to scare you—“

“miguel—“

“but i went past puberty so i’m not some kind of horny teenager that—“

“miguel! jesus, shut up!” you finally exclaim, and that does it for him. his movements stop when he hears you yell out his name,

clearing your throat, you regain your posture before setting the beer down on the nearest table,

“listen i—i just don’t know what to say after that” you begin with a nervous laugh, tucking a loose hair behind your ear. “you have a crush on me?”

his bushy brows dip into a frown. “didn’t i make it clear these past few weeks?”

“huh?”

“i brought you lunch, let you borrowed my favorite pen during class, i even asked your number through gloria but she didn’t want to give it to me” his shoulders slouch in disappointment. “i’ve had a crush on you since— I don’t know, too long. you’re a tough woman to please, muñeca. i give you that”

“that’s only one time! how am i supposed to know that you weren’t just looking to hook up?”

“ay dios mio! if i wanted to just have sex with you, i would try to get closer with you during a party! which is… technically what i’m doing right now but— that’s not the point!” he groans, rubbing his hands all over his face in frustrations,

“you seriously didn’t notice the signs?!”

“those weren’t fucking signs, dumbass. try to do more than being subtle, why don’t you?!”

“well it’s hard when you keep dodging me and rolling your eyes everytime i talk to you!”

“how can i?! when you slept with like half of the sorority girls on campus?!”

“how many times do i have to tell you that what you hear is not true? i don’t know where you got that from but i can assure you that i haven’t fucked anyone in months! and the idea of hooking up with random girls doesn’t sound appealing to me! want some prove? ask my brothers about that, go on! or ask beck, he’ll tell you the truth. that man is prone to never lying”

you go quiet. face softening a little,

“wait… then what about the girls i saw you walking with after a party?”

“to walk them safely to their cars or their dorm room. that’s it” he explains, watching the surprised look on your face.

“now.. how do you see me?”

you feel terrible for believing all those rumors first before actually knowing it’s confirmed or not. you are taught to never ever judge a book by its cover and you just did,

fuck you’re a terrible person,

“oh..” you mutter softly. “shit—i’m so sorry miguel, I didn’t know”

“it’s fine, don’t worry about it”

“what? no! i was acting like a complete bitch! ugh fuuuuck” you whine, stomping your heel on the ground as miguel watches in amusement,

‘you’re adorable’ he wanted to say,

“i feel terrible—no, i am actually” you grumble, “how can i make it up to you?”

a bright smile spreads across his face. “allow me to get to know you throughout the night? no funny business i promise”

his eyes are glinting with hope when he looks at you, feeling nervous that you might reject him but he’s not letting you see that,

you mirror his expression, feeling your cheeks warm by his question. “miguel—i’d love to but… no offense, i kinda didn’t want to go to your party in the first place, i only went because gloria asked me to and uhm.. i don’t know if i wanted to stay, actually—it’s not because of you but mainly because my social battery had died even before i got here”

“we don’t have to stay—we can go out. we’ll pick a place and go or you can pick, i’m down with whatever”

with wide eyes, you reply “what?”

“yeah. there’s a good diner i always go to when i’m craving for a good burger or a shawarma truck down the street. they don’t have tables and everything but we can order and eat in my car.”

“unless you have better options, it’s cool” he adds

you try to ignore the butterflies in your stomach but it’s hard not to when he’s being extremely… attentive?

my god, is this actually miguel o’hara? the man who’s painted to be heartless and a player?

“mig- this is your party. you can’t just leave” you softly laugh. “we can catch up another time, i hate to be—“

“it’s fine, muñeca. this party is good as it can be without me. besides” he reaches into his pocket to grab his keys,

“i’d like to spend time with you.. is that… okay?”

he’s being careful with his words, because he doesn’t want to scare you off or come off desperate. the last thing he needed was to have you feel repulsed by him,

you give him with a soft smile, looking up at his ruby eyes with your pretty doe ones and from then on, miguel is absolutely sure that he’s in. so fucking in that he knows there is no way out,

it’s not like he wants it any other way

“that’s okay”

i was going to make her super mean and bitchy but i figured i’d use that for some other time,

also please tell me this doesn’t sucked. i hate for this one to flop because i might start to fall in love with these pairings

feel free to send your ideas and thoughts about these two

(i might actually write one where they both meet the first time)

#there’s going to be more i promise!!#miguel o’hara blurbs #miguel o’hara drabbles #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara fluff #miguel o'hara #frat!miguel

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foreingersgod · 11 days

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Hi, I just read the Caitlin Clark x tennis reader. Would you possibly do a Caitlin Clark x volleyball reader, where the reader is more femme. Something along the lines of maybe reader plays for Texas vb and wins the championship.. sorry for the poor wording. Keep up ur amazing work!!

-anon

i would love too! again, i apologize for any inaccuracies in how i wrote the volleyball aspect of this, i’ve never played before so bare with me ! <3

Championship . CC

pairing: caitlin clark x reader

synopsis: caitlin supports you during your big win

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you had been working your ass off this season. it was your senior year at the college you attended and your last year playing volleyball with your team, you were very overwhelmed to say the least. there were so many nights spent on the court late at night, trying to perfect every move and every technique. you desperately wanted to take your team to the championship and win this title for them.

so you pushed yourself to your limits, still trying to maintain your grades and personal life. caitlin, your girlfriend, was incredibly understanding of course. she knew what it was like to want to win so bad, so bad that it felt like you were going to lose your mind. but she kept you grounded. you had always been there for her with basketball, and she wanted to show you that same appreciation for your dreams.

she attended every single game, often making the trip with you for away games. she’d bring flowers for you on occasion for your big wins, and she’d tend to bruises on your knees from diving and scrapes on your arms. she was so incredibly good to you.

you were lucky to have someone who understood the stress of the game and how it felt to struggle with wanting to win and not let down your team.

your hard work had paid off this season, though. thanks to your team, your coach, your family and friends, and especially caitlin. you led your team to victory and you were now heading to the final game in the champions ship. of course, your training remained intensive up until the game, stretching you thin.

the night before your game, caitlin made sure to treat you to a small night in to help you relax. she set up a movie and dinner, tended to your aching shoulders, completely shifting all of her attention to you. when you had woke up the next morning to get ready for the big day, she had even helped you get ready to help keep your mind at ease.

“you know i can braid my own hair, right?” you were finishing up your makeup, putting on some mascara and the lip gloss cait had gotten you for your anniversary a while back. caitlin had walked into the bathroom, offering to do your hair for you so you didn’t have to worry about it.

“yea i know, but i want to do it for you this time” she smiled at you through the mirror “like my way of sending you good luck, then you’ll know i’m always with you even on the court”

“that’s so sweet, cait” you turned around, pecking her on the cheek “just don’t do it too tight, please”

so there she stood, towering over behind you, twisting the 3 strands of your hair into a braid. her tongue sticking out slightly as she stayed focused on getting it perfect, just how you liked it. when she was finished, she proudly showed it off to you. you thanked her again before changing into your uniform and grabbing your bag.

once you arrived to the court for the championship, you and caitlin walked down to the locker room so she could give you a quick pep talk and a final kiss goodbye. “you’re going to absolutely kill it, babe, good luck!”

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after ages of waiting in the locker room; getting warmed up, strategizing with your team, talking with your coach, it was finally time to head onto the court. you could hear the entire audience cheering as the announcers called on each one of your teammates, the anticipation for the game sat thick in the air.

the game started off well, everyone was quick on their feet, prepared for the opponent’s next move. you were probably having one of the best games in your career and you could just about feel that trophy in your hands. you had managed to hold a lead for the majority of the game, but within the last few minutes it tied, all boiling down to one last play.

you held your breathe as your teammate served the ball, watching as it sailed over the net. you stood ready, feet planted, heart racing, and determined more than you had ever been. the ball bounced back and forth over the net before eventually hurdling your way. your muscles tensed, eyes glued to the ball. you leapt, body a blur of motion, hand connecting with the ball in a perfect spike. Time seemed to halt as the ball soared over the net, bypassing the outstretched arms of the opposing team. the crowd erupted into cheers as you all watched the ball land on their court. you had scored the final point.

your team immediately surrounded you, lifting you up and cheering your name. there were so many tears and so many hugs as you all cherished the win of your last game together.

once the excitement died down with your team, you noticed caitlin on the side, making her way over to you. you smiled so big your cheeks hurt, running over to her as fast as you could. caitlin scooped you up into her arms, spinning you around from how fast you ran into her. your head buried itself into the side of her neck as you cried tears of joy, her arms squeezing you tight.

“i’m so fucking proud of you baby” she whispered in your ear, praising you gently and setting you back down on your feet “the best fucking player out there, hands down”

“thanks, cait” you beamed, pulling her back into another hug. “i can’t believe it”

“i can! you’ve been working your ass off for four years to get to this point! you deserve it more than anyone, YN” she said, watching how you bounced with excitement.

you and caitlin celebrated a little bit more on the court before you had to spilt to go talk to your friends and family, she waited patiently for you, observing how happy you looked taking pictures with the trophy and talking to your friends. it was such a rewarding sight to see, she was the most proud a girlfriend could be.

even when you had both arrived home, still buzzing with the post-win high. she showered you with praise and attention, making sure you knew how happy she was for you.

cait made you feel so special, no matter how sad the loss or how big the win. you were so privileged to have her at your side, supporting you through such an amazing collegiate career.

#caitlin clark x reader #caitlin clark #wcbb x reader #wcbb #iowa wbb

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hugshughes · 3 months

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Patience is a Virtue C. Loveland

Colston Loveland x fem!Minter!reader

synopsis - Colston gets the trophy, and finally gets the girl.

wc - 3.8k

contains - UNEDITED! this is based off of this request! READER IS COACH MINTER(michigan defensive coordinator)'S DAUGHTER!!!!!!! kissing, hugging, fluff, cursing, stress over the game. guys if u don't like my cute outfit i picked then #1 ur a hater and #2 it's not a big deal! think of something else🤞🤞🤞 cause my Adidas navy handballs with gold accents ARE STAYING. there IS a picture of the outfit im describing but im obvi not gonna stick it in the middle of the fic so if anyone wants that i guess request or message me lols?

an - GUYS PLEASE LET THIS POST LETS PRAY TOGETHER. THIS WAS CUTE. i've been getting the BEST requests lately. i'm on my Michigan FOOTBALL grind. ive spent a long while introducing the jesse minter daughter reader.... she might have to stick around. i want to write for Blake Corum but don't know what to do because literally all i have written for the past week is like "girlfriend or friend of player reader comes to watch their playoff game, reader and love interest kiss after love interest wins game" so... DONT GET ME WRONG I LOVEEEE WRITING THAT SHIT. but it feels so repetitive. BUT THIS? I LOVED THIS. daughter of the coach is so scandalous and i love it. minter is only 40 so like we're just saying he had his daughter (reader) pretty young, like 21. hope u enjoyyyyyyyy ;)!

You woke up with a start. Your body jolted as you brain registered a shout somewhere in the room. You sucked in a breath, opening your eyes, only to close them again. You squinted, trying to orient yourself. You were in a hotel room, your brothers were the ones shouting.

You groaned at the realization, then let out a shout when you felt three small bodies land on top of you.

"Holy shit, get off of me!"

They immediately scrambled, most likely going to tell your mom you cursed in their presence. You loved your 3 baby siblings, but they were pains in your ass sometimes.

You heard a faint "she said shit mommy!" in the conjoining hotel room, and rolled your eyes. You sat in bed, stretching, grabbing your phone before grabbing your bag and locking yourself in the bathroom before your mom could scold you so your siblings shut up about it.

Today was the college football playoff championship, and it was safe to say your family members above the age of 8 were stressed. It was 8:11, and you had to be out the door by 9:50. You showered, drying your hair after and then starting to pick your outfit. You brought a lot of different gear, you had not clue what you wanted to wear to the game. You had so much Michigan gear, and even more maize and navy colored clothing, courtesy to your father.

After almost 30 minutes, you decided on a cute denim skirt, a maize long sleeve, and your navy Adidaas Handballs. You perfected your hair and makeup, successfully erasing any signs that you'd only been awake for about an hour.

You came out of the bathroom all put together, your bag and pajamas in hand. Your siblings were sitting on your bed, watching something on the TV. Since you guys had 6 people in your family, you'd gotten two hotel rooms with the connecting door in the middle. You slept in one room with your little sister on the other bed, and your parents and brothers slept in the other room. You walked through the connecting door, checking the time. 9:17.

Your mom was getting ready in the bathroom when you walked into it. You sat on the closed lid toilet and started talking to her about the plans for today.

"You really gotta stop cursing in front of the littles!"

Your mother scolded you, a grin wide on her face. She was joking, of course. You and your parents had always been close, you'd been their baby for the longest. You'd been with them since they were two just married 20 year olds in college. Not that you remembered it, but you were there for all of your dad's junior and senior year games when he played at MSJ. You'd been there through all the coaching jobs. From Cincinnati, to Georgia State, to the Baltimore Ravens, you'd been there through all of it.

You sat with your mom until it was time to go. Your dad corralled everyone together, taking a photo before you all headed to the elevator. When an elevator came, it opened up and there was barely any room unless your parents held two of your siblings, so you told them to go ahead and that you would wait for the next one.

You only waited about a minute before the doors slid open again, revealing none other than Colston Loveland. His eyes lit up, a grin shining on his beautiful face. You'd always had a weird little thing with Colston. No words were ever said about it, but there had always been a vibe between you.

Being the daughter of the defensive coordinator definitely drove a lot of the guys, even ones you had classes and other school related things with, far far away. The boys knew how protective their coach was of his family, and didn't want any bad blood on the team. Something about you just attracted Colston so heavily. He knew he shouldn't even think about it, but he never could help himself.

"Hey coach."

You rolled your eyes at him playfully as you stepped into the elevator. He always called you coach, he had to remind you he was one of your dad's players. You would've loved to forget that for two seconds.

"Hi Cole."

He could've died. You'd called him Cole, instead of Colston. It was the smallest, most insignificant little thing, but it made him melt.

"Where's your family at?"

You tilted your head towards him, he wanted to talk, okay. You smiled at him, he loved it.

"The other elevator was too full, some of the guys were on the way down too."

He nodded, the smirk never leaving his face. You thought about kissing it off of him, then realized you had just thought of kissing his smirk off of him. Shit. You were in deep with this kid, and there was little to no chance anything would ever happen.

The elevator reached the lobby, and Colston gestured for you to step out first. You exited the elevator, the boy hot on your tail. You were immediately greeted by a hallway packed full of Michigan players, coaches, families, and more.

You have Colston one last glance and smile before finding your mom, taking your baby brother out of her arms and into yours, playing with him. Colston's eyes followed you, he admired you as you smiled and laughed with your brother. You were perfect. He was gonna have to find a way to get around the fact that you were his coach's daughter.

You held your brother with one arm and your sisters hand with the other as you smiled at the cameras, walking through to the buses. Your family followed behind the rest of the coaches and families, the team trailing behind you.

The ride to NRG took longer than you assumed it would, almost an hour because of the traffic, and it didn't help that everyone could tell that the buses were transporting one of the CFP Championship teams in them.

Everyone went into the stadium together, through some backstage type area. You walked with the team until you had to go separate ways. You hugged your dad, squeezing him tight. You would see him again before the game, so you saved your 'Good luck, I love you Dad.' sentiment for then.

You'd always had a special connection with your dad, you were closer to him than almost anyone else. You were his baby, his first baby. Still, you were his baby in his eyes. Your dad would do anything for you, and he was quite protective. Though he was protective, all he wanted was for you to be happy, and if it meant dating one of his guys, he would have no problem with it.

Your family sat bored in the box of the stadium, looking down on the field as Washington practiced. There was over 6 more hours till the game started, and there was practically nothing to do.

You took a nap on the carpeted floor of the box with your siblings for a couple hours, your mother snapping photos that although you were embarrassed of, were undeniably cute. Once you guys had woken up, there was about 2 hours till game time. You voted with your family on whether you guys wanted to stay in the box, or sit way close to the field. You all wanted to be closer to the field, you wanted to see the action head on.

Your family departed the box, along with a few others to see the team one more time before the game. You got down onto the field in about 20 minutes, and stood with your dad for awhile. When you were being told it was time to go, you quickly hugged your dad.

"Good luck, I love you!"

He thanked you, saying the three words back as you guys waved at him, going to leave. Your eyes caught on a certain brunette as he ran off the field, his eyes finding you quickly. He smiled at you, ugh, that smile.

"Good luck, Cole!"

You smiled at him, right before you turned to go up the tunnel. More and more fans started to pour in as you got settled into your bleacher seats. You were three rows from the bottom with a perfect view of the field. You settled in as the national anthem ended and the game began.

As the game progressed, you were so happy to say that Michigan was winning, the entire time. You'd caught Colston's eyes multiple times during the game, letting it linger for a few seconds before giving him a stern look and gesturing towards the field. He'd mouth back, 'okay, coach.' and turn back around. Your mother caught the interaction once, her heart warming seeing her baby with a crush.

You stood up, your brother in your arms as you jumped up and down, shouting, Michigan had finally won! You cheered and danced around with your little siblings as you celebrated. You were all so insanely proud of your dad. Soon though, you were being escorted to the field, eager to see your father and congratulate him.

Blood was pumping and hearts were racing as you exited the tunnel, smiles burned onto your faces as you went to look for your dad. You held your sister's hand as you two ran around, trying to find him. Your mom shouted, and you turned to look at her. She pointed to your left, and there stood your dad, hugging one of his players. Your sister went back to your mom, to walk over to your dad with her as you all but sprinted over to your dad, weaving in between sweaty boys and families.

Your dad saw you incoming and held his arms out accepting your forceful hug. You both laughed, your dad squeezing you tightly. Your best friend had finally done it.

"Literally told you you would do it."

He laughed again, agreeing as he laid a kiss to your temple, pulling back with one arm to accept your other siblings into the hug, who'd finally made their way over. After a minute, you took your siblings from your dad so your mom could hug him, and kiss him, much to your brothers' disgust.

After talking with your dad for a little, you spotted a familiar 6'5 frame standing by himself as his teammates walked away from him. You sauntered over, shouting his name when you were in earshot. The brunette quickly turned around, the smile already gracing his face deepening.

"Well hi, coach."

"Congratulations, Cole. You know your catches were pretty legit."

You gave him a slightly impressed face, shrugging your shoulders. He laughed, rolling his eyes playfully.

"You can't win 'em all over, can you?"

You laughed in turn, stepping closer to him. Colston's heart was racing as he looked down into your eyes.

"But really, Cole, you were incredible, serious."

He nodded, accepting your praise with a grin, before he looked around, over-exaggerating a look of being in thought.

"You know, coach, I think I might just deserve a reward, for my quote incredible performance."

Your eyes widened, your heart starting off, faster and faster.

"Really? What might that entail, Cole?"

Shit, he was gonna have to kiss you if you kept calling him that. He was about to take the leap. He knew he had to at some point, and he was on an adrenaline rush, that just chanted at him to do it.

"Well I think it entails you accepting a date with me back in Michigan."

Your jaw dropped slightly, you were dumbfounded. Colston really wanted to go on a date with you?

"For real?"

Colston nodded, seemingly confident, though he was shaking in his boots on the inside.

"Well then, I think we can make that work."

Colston's heart erupted. He literally could not have been happier. He'd just won the Natty, and got his dream girl to agree to a date, holy fuck. You got nervous all of the sudden, leaning up to kiss his cheek, before turning to leave.

"Just text me, Cole!"

He nodded, his eyes following you as you went to go find your family again. His family came back over to him, they'd been gone for just a second but stopped and waited when they saw him talking to you. His family, especially his mom, knew quite a bit about you.

You found your family, immediately grabbing your moms hand to pull her a few steps away. You looked at her with the biggest eyes ever, still in shock over what had just happened.

"What's up, sweetheart? Why are you all, thousand yard stare-y?"

"Mom Colston just asked me out, and I said yes! And then I kissed his cheek! And then I left!"

Your mom laughed, her baby was finally growing up. You'd had a few boyfriends in all your days, but you'd never been proper crushing like you were right now.

"That's so good! I knew this was coming, we just had to wait for one of you to get the courage."

You blushed, hiding your face in your hands. Your smile suddenly dropped, a realization coming to you.

"Is dad gonna hate me?"

"Why would I hate you?"

Shit.

You ended up telling your dad later on in the night, when you were tired and sitting in the back of a restaurant the team was celebrating in. Your family didn't party for too long, having a 4, 7, and 8 year old didn't exactly allow you guys to stay out for too long. Even your parents 19 year old daughter got a bit cranky if she stayed out too late.

When you told your dad, he just laughed. He knew you and Colston had things for each other, he was waiting for the tight end to make a move.

You were stressing. Tonight was your date with Colston. You sat at your vanity, ranting to your roommate over it. You put on makeup and did your hair, wanting to look cute but not over the top.

Colston had told you to wear comfy clothes, so you were in one of your most common outfits. Leggings and a Michigan sweatshirt. You stared at yourself in the mirror, doubting yourself. You had known Colston for over a year, almost two, but you didn't really know him that well. You wanted him to like you so badly.

"Babe, you look fantastic. He's going to stare at you all night."

You sighed at your roommate's encouragement. But before you could respond, you got a text from Colston. He was outside your dorm building. Your roommate pushed you straight out the door, saying bye.

You went down the stairs quickly, making your way out of the complex. You saw Colston as you opened the door, slipping out. He looked up and smiled at you, his stupid beautiful smile.

"Hey, Gorgeous."

You felt the heat on your face even in the Ann Arbor cold. You smiled, shaking your head as you gave him a spin, showing off your extra casual outfit.

"Even in this ensemble?"

He nodded, his smile deepening. He pulled you into his side, hugging you. You were immediately enveloped in his warmth. You ducked your head down to hide the shock in your eyes. He smelled really good.

When you pulled away Colston led you to his car, opening the door for you before going around and getting in. You two buckled up before Colston pulled out of the parking spot, setting off into Ann Arbor. He gave you the aux, warming your heart. You both knew he probably didn't listen to the same music as you, but he wanted you to listen to whatever you liked.

Smaller Acts by Zach Bryan came on when you hit shuffle on your main playlist, making you smile. You resonated with the song, always having thought that smaller acts of love were more important than any grand gestures. You got to really look at Colston while he drove. He kept his eyes right on the road always, until you got to a red light, that's when you'd jerk your head back forward as he turned to look at you. He was really pretty, his jaw was so insanely defined, he had a strong neck, and the deepest brown eyes. You stared at the tattoo on his left forearm, he was hot, to put it simply.

You drove for around 40 minutes before the car slowed, pulling onto a gravel driveway. You looked out of your window, seeing a large screen and projector, and lots of cars. He had brought you to a drive in movie. You could've cried when you saw the sign reading the movie you would be seeing. Ocean's 11. The very first time you ever talked to Colston, he'd asked you your favorite movie. You said you couldn't pick one, then settled on Ocean's 11 because it was one you'd seen so many times you could quote any scene.

You couldn't believe he remembered. You'd never mentioned it since then. That was the kind of smaller, seemingly insignificant thing that meant the world to you. You jerked your head to the left, staring at Colston with wide eyes. He was dealing with the tickets for a few seconds before you pulled into a spot, then he finally looked to you.

"Cole, I cannot believe that you remembered."

Colston smiled, and on the inside he was celebrating that you loved it. What he hadn't expected though was you leaning over the console and hugging him. It was honestly the sweetest thing any guy had ever done for you, you were beyond grateful for this boy, and it was your first date.

"This is the sweetest thing a guy's ever done for me, I'm being serious."

Though you were mostly saying that about the fact that he'd remembered, the date itself was also amazing. Colston knew you enough to know that you'd have preferred this over any fancy restaurant, and that meant a lot.

"It's the least I could do, coach. You mean something to me, 'm gonna take care of you."

You just squirmed in your seat, getting more comfortable and smiling as you looked ahead of you. You wordlessly reached over and slipped your hand into his, pulling them into your lap.

Colston was so happy he could've gotten out of the car and started dancing. He acted as cool as he could on the outside. You two settled in as the movie began.

At some point, Colston had reached back into the backseat and grabbed a blanket that he tossed into your lap, and a bag of food and snacks.

You traced your free hand over Colston's tattoo, admiring the line work and shading. The movie ended, and Colston's hand stayed with you as you two began the drive back. You fell asleep on the drive, your head leaning against Colston's arm.

You woke up slowly about 5 minutes out from school. You kept your head on Colston's arm, but allowed yourself to carelessly stare at him in your tired state. At a stoplight, he turned to look at you, smiling deeply when his eyes met your sleepy ones.

"Hey, coach. Nap good?"

You smiled and nodded, yawning at him. He laughed lowly, turning his head back when the light went green. You parked outside your building, dampening your heart. The night had been perfect. You sleepily got out of Colston's car, after he told you to not dare opening your own door. He walked you up to the entrance with his hand on your back, rubbing his fingers back and forth lightly.

When you got to the door you stopped and turned around, wrapping your arms around his middle.

"Thank you so much Colston. This was like, the best date I think ever."

He smiled, hugging you tightly. Colston had the best time, obviously you were gorgeous, but getting to talk to you one-on-one without interruptions was his idea of a good time. His insides melted whenever you fell asleep, and before then, he could've swore he was in love while you traced over his tattoo.

You pulled away from him, looking at the boy through heavy eyes. He looked absolutely handsome in the dim lighting of a street lamp. You put your hands on his shoulders, leaning up and kissing him. You probably wouldn't have if your drowzy mind hadn't commanded you to. Obviously you wanted to, but you weren't sure if it was 100% mutual yet, but it was.

Colston's hands went to hold the back of your head, his hands in your hair. He kept the kiss shorter than you would've liked, knowing you were tired.

You looked up at him with stars in your eyes, a smiling fighting its way onto you face. Colston's hands shifted from your hair to your jaw, rubbing his thumb over your cheek.

"I'll see you tomorrow baby."

Your blown out eyes widened at the name, your heart clenching in your chest. Colston saw the reaction, his lips quirking up the slightest bit.

"I'll see you, Loveland."

You let go of him, turning towards the door. You paused for a second, quickly turning back around and kissing Colston again. Colston's hands grabbed at your hips, pulling you closer. Colston smiled brightly into the kiss, giggling to himself.

You pulled away from him, a grin falling to your face.

"You ever gonna let me leave, coach?"

"Thinkin' about it."

"You get inside, gorgeous. It's too cold for you to be out here."

You smiled, nodding at him, letting go of him for the last time.

"You gotta go too, off season just started. You gotta stay on your A-Game Loveland."

He laughed at you, shaking his head as he watched you walk into the dorm complex, turning the corner and out of his sight. You ran back up the stairs and to your room, squealing like a 13 year old as you described your date to your roommate.

Colston sat in his car, texting his mom that everything went well. When he put his phone away, he finally let himself think that you were the girl he'd want to be with forever. It was finally real. The boy just had to be patient.

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Title: A Long Time Coming {1}

Lewis Hamilton x Friend Group Reader

Warning: Cursing, Teasing, Slow Burn, Plot

Words: 5.5k

Summary: After a long, grueling and stressful 2023 season where Lewis dominated and showed the world once again why he was the best at what he does. He walks away with his 8th championship title and plans with his closest and bestest for some much-needed R&R.

Note: If you couldn’t tell by the summary, we are manifesting with this fic, MANIFESTING HARD for Lewis for 2023. Also, thank you Ru for filling in some of the friend info for me. XOXO

Thank you for reading, I appreciate it!

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***NOT Edited/Proofread***

***Interactive***

~~~~~~~

"Just fuck already! Everyone knows you both want to. Shit it’s been years of this pining from a distance, and will they won’t they suspense. Years of both of you playing too many fucking games!"

Your eyes widened at her unexpected outburst; an outburst geared to you.

"Hey, hey, easy with those accusations, matter of fact baseless accusations."

You continued to apply her your makeup. Everyone was set to meet at the airfield at a certain time and though you were usually late for most things that didn’t include work, you really wanted to get there on time.

"Baseless? Y/N! The looks you both share, the undercover flirting that everyone has peeped at some time or another over the years since you reconnected, the connection, the--."

"Aht, Aht, Aht, stop all that mess. Whatever you're smoking please bring some along cause we all deserve to be this delusional at some point on this trip."

Gisella hip bumper you so hard that you went flying onto the bed. When you landed you busted out into a fit of giggles. "What have I told you about using that weapon against friendlies?"

"Friendlies my ass! I’m just tryna help your kitty kat finally purr. No one should have to be celibate for 4 years."

"Ain’t nobody forcing me. It's a choice," you countered.

"A choice because you’ve been dealing with fools, assholes and below subpar men and you don’t have to when you have Lewis."

"I don’t have Lewis, everyone has Lewis," you teased taking a stab at his philandering reputation.

Gisella couldn’t help but giggle. Lew's reputation was legendary. You’d heard so many rumors about every aspect of him over the years it was insane. You tried to steer clear of the majority of it but there were bombs that were dropped among your friend group and those bombs had made you know more about his alleged stroke game and alleged baseball bat pleasure stick than you should.

Those bits lived rent free in your head, but you'd never admit it out loud or to yourself for that matter. Before your head could drift off to those rent-free thoughts, you shook your head hoping to clear it. Just then Nikki walked in dressed as if this trip was a fashion show. No doubt she was wearing everything from her new line, Baciami.

"Another Lewis denial?"

"You know it!”

You rolled your eyes. When these two decided to gang up on you, you didn't stand a chance. Rolling off the bed, you scurried into the ensuite to grab the rest of your beauty items to pack. Though you knew where each item was, you took your sweet time, not wanting to hurry back into the bedroom for your friends to continue the current conversation. The vibration of your phone tucked into your front tie top buzzed against your breast. You knew it wasn’t a good thing to keep your phone against your breast, but it was usually always the most convenient place for you.

MSG Lewis: Wheels up at 8 no if, ands, or buts, I’m not even playing, kitten.

You rolled your eyes then tapped out a reply. Before you sent yours another text from him came in.

MSG Lewis: I’m not afraid to leave your ass behind.

“Ha,” you said to yourself.

Opting for a voice reply, you went off.

“Listen you may be fucking eight-time championship holder and feeling yourself hard over this newly long awaited and much deserved title but don’t get it twisted. I am the life of this party, have always been the life of this party, and will always be the life of this party. Just sit there looking pretty and expect me when you see me.”

You made sure all your sass and attitude dripped from every single word, then hit send with a smile on your face as you waited for his no doubt equally sass filled response. Sure, enough about half a minute later you got his reply, a voice one.

“Put some respect on my name and run me my respect. I am an eight-time title holder, and I don’t take anyone’s shit no matter how beautiful they are. Get your fine ass here on time or else, kitten.”

You heard the words he emphasized and the way his voice oozed of authority and control and your belly clenched. Your head went back to the rumors of his Dom kink, and you slumped against the bathroom sink with a sigh. It was just another bit of evidence you had to lock away in the untouchable, unspeakable box of things pretraining to Lewis. The man himself was in this box and definitely classified under untouchable. You listened to the message again and clung to him calling you beautiful and pointing out your fine ass. You sighed again knowing that he would see you taking this long to reply as his victory. The man was competitive in everything.

“Or else what? You know damn well that I’ve got you wrapped around my pinky finger. You ain’t goin nowhere without me and that’s that on that!”

You giggled as you send the voice reply. When you turned, there stood Gisella and Nikki both with snarky “I told you so, you’re caught” looks on their faces.

“Oh the foreplay is very telling,” Nikki said.

You rolled your eyes, grabbing your things and walking back into the bedroom.

“Ugh, whatever. He says he’ll leave us if we’re not on time. So let’s try not to get left ladies.”

You disappeared across the way into your closet determined to finish up everything you still had to do. Thirty minutes later, you were all in the SUV that had been sent for you with your bags loaded in the back finally on your way to the airfield. On the drive you replied to the last emails from your agent and editor ensuring they knew you weren’t going to be too attached to your emails. Their reminders to have the rest of the chapters for your book completed by the time your returned from this trip made you roll your eyes to the back of your head.

They’d been hounding you for these chapters for three months now. Three months of daily “friendly” email remainders, three months of weekly drop ins to check on” your wellbeing, and monthly sit-down meetings that stretched for hours for mapping and plans all centered around this second book that apparently everyone was anticipating. Maybe the anticipation was the reason why you were so reluctant to write it. maybe your stroke of luck with the pen had fizzled, maybe you just weren’t into the idea anymore.

Those were the reasons you gave them when they asked what was taking so long. Those were the PC reasons. You couldn’t very well tell them that your well of inspiration for sex, smut and sultry human connections had dried and caved into the center of the Earth. You couldn’t tell them that you were dry in more ways than one. So instead of exposing yourself in that unfavorable way, you tapped out a very professional response.

Consider it done.

Exiting your emails, you sighed. Hopefully this trip ended up being for more than celebrating Lewis’ 8th title. Perhaps by the end of this vacation you’d come back with a hundred pages of unputdownable content, even if you had to fake it till you made it.

“Why is there such a huge wave of stress coming off of you now?”

“Just my manager and editor on my back again. They worse than Sallie Mae!”

Your friends laughed.

“That’s why you shouldn’t have made that first book so damn good. Now everybody waiting, tapping their feet expecting a slab of gold to drop into their hands,” Gisella said.

“So she should be mediocre?”

“I say just write something. You’ve been dragging your feet for three months. Just give them something and be done with it.”

“I mean that is an option, Nikki added.

“I don’t want to just give something half assed. I wanna feel it and I just haven’t been feeling it no matter how hard I try,” you admitted.

The silence stretched for a few moments before Nikki piped up. “Maybe a change of scenery is what you need. This trip will do you some good. We promise to give you time to write.”

You squeezed her hand as a thank you before you bounced your shoulder into Gisella for the same purpose. They may mess with you mercilessly, but they also had your back to the end.

Miraculously you made it to the airfield with five minutes to spar. The driver unloaded your bags once you got the private jet while the three of you approached the others waiting there. Once Daniel shouted your name, they all turned. You waved at Daniel, his girlfriend Cassie, and Mabdulle, his girlfriend Robin, Miles, and Andrew. They four happily waved back at you but the closer you got you realized there was another person there.

Squinting your eyes, you peered closer behind your dark sunglasses. There stood a slim, brunette with high lights at the ends of her hair giving her the ombre look. She wore tiny shorts and a crop top and knee high sparkly heeled boots. You watched her put her arm around Lewis’ shoulder then scoffed because you immediately knew why she was there. His plaything for the trip.

“Who is that boney girl?”

You snorted at Gisella. She always acted like this was the first time she’d ever seen Lewis’ antics on display.

“She is how I know Iont got Lewis, everyone’s got Lewis. “

Nikki snorted and threw her head back laughing. “This trip is sure going to be interesting.”

“Whatever, she won’t last three days before he’s sent her packing,” Gisella voiced.

“Three days huh?”

Nikki looked as if she were contemplating deeply over those words before she added to the wager. “I give it two.”

You looked between them and shook your head. You were not going to partake in this bet because they both had good odds.

“I see your ass likes playing with fire,” Lewis said holding up his designer gold and diamond watch that you knew had to have cost him half a mil.

“You know I like it when it hurts.”

“Yoooo!”

Daniel spun around in his exaggerated fashion heightening the antics. You loved him dearly. You considered him the best of Lewis’ friends. He always seemed to be genuinely looking out for him and his best interests.

“Bruv, that’s very telling,” Miles added.

You shrugged, “I’m a grown ass woman, not tryna keep no secrets. “Hi, I’m Justice!”

You looked to the beauty because Lewis. She had her hand held out a wide smile on her face and her sunglasses atop her head. no one else spoke and you felt all the eyes on you watching to see what you’d do. You didn’t know what the interest was for. You glanced at Daniel and Cassie who both lifted their brow like the synchronized couple they were while Miles has a Cheshire cat smile on his face looking like that creature in the movie Grimcutty. He clearly was expecting some showdown.

“Hey, I’m Y/N, this is Nikki and Gisella.”

You shook her hand in a pleasant way, your mother didn’t raise no ill-mannered child. Soon after, Nikki and Gisella both shook her hand, but it was done with complete lackluster. They didn’t like her for no other reason than she was coming along.

“Cute glasses,” Justice said pointing to the ones you were wearing.

“LewLewBoo has the same ones.”

LewLewBoo you thought while stifling your amusement. Lewis hated cutesy cutesy nicknames. He wasn’t against a few of them but this one you knew he hated. Lewis nudged Justice as if to say cut it out and she gave him an apologetic look, shrinking back slightly.

“Well, LewLewBoo is always trying to cop my style and be like me what more can we expect from the 8-time champion.”

His smile widened and you couldn’t help but smile back. The two of you squared up neither budging until you both went in for a hug. He lifted you then spun you.

“I am so proud of you again. So proud and so so happy!”

His arms held you off the ground like you didn’t weigh a thing. The tight squeeze gave you ever impression of how strong those arms were.

“Thank you for always being there,” Lewis said so only you could hear.

“Of course. What’re friends for?”

Your eyes locked and you saw how much your actions throughout the season meant to him. You’d been to every weekend, every event. You’d been more than just a friend to him over the last nine months. You’d been a therapist when things went wrong and he was expected to smile through it, a sounding board on different ideas he’d come up with both for racing and his other ventures, alternate strategist when you saw things a little differently than the rest and your vision connected with his, comic when he needed a good laugh about all the bullshit, entertainer when he needed to relieve some stress with a song or some other shit, storyteller when the nights were too much and he needed a soft voice with calming words to soothe the madness inside his head and everything in between. You didn’t mind. That was what friends were for.

“Are we lifting off?”

Mabdulle’s uncertain question filtered between the two of you breaking the moment. When Lewis returned you to your feet, you stepped back securing your sunglasses right back on your nose. The group of you made your way to the jet then piled in. Everyone scattered for their version of the perfect seat. The guys congregated around Lewis while the ladies broke off for their own space.

“Did you hear where we’re going?”

“Where?”

“Don’t tell her shit,” Lewis shouted spinning back to look at the group.

“Come on there is no point in keeping it a secret anymore. I’m here,” you whined.

“Quit your whining girl. You said you’d go anywhere with me and I’m ‘bout to test that shit.”

“Oh god, are we going to Switzerland so you can fuck with me Lewis?”

“I can fuck with you anywhere, girl!”

Your belly flipped from those words, and it was the most unexpected thing that you had no words for a smartass rebuttal. Lewis saw it too and cocked his head to the side as you dropped down into your seat with a perplexed look on your face.

Gisella leaned to your ear and whispered, “I’m jumping on Nikki’s bet, 2 days max cause that was clear flirting.”

You rolled your eyes and did what you did best, faked it till you made it.

“Whatever.”

The flight was as rowdy as it always was when all of you got together. The banter was what you all were known for. At every opportunity you took the bait to clown Miles because he was always coming for you. It wasn’t that you hated him, you just liked to push his buttons, liked to rile him up and tease him mercilessly. Sometimes there was this vibe to him that there was something darker to him that he kept hidden at all costs. Sometimes you saw it though. You’d told Lewis about it, but he wasn’t surprised to hear it. He was a great people reader, and he was always aware of the vibes people gave off.

You were unable to blot Justice out though. She seemed like a nice enough girl to you. An upcoming model, of course, that met Lewis at some fashion event he was at, again of course. She definitely seemed infatuated with him, definitely DTF. You didn’t knock her for that because there was absolutely nothing wrong with being DTF. However, every time she sashayed toward Lewis and sat in his lap to giggle and whisper with him you noted the way your belly rolled like you’d eaten something bad, and it was wrestling you inside. It was interesting and it was something you shoved into the travel bag of untouchable things that you absolutely should stay away from and avoid.

~~~~~

“Ladies and gentlemen, we are beginning our decent into our destination. Local time is 4pm. Please buckle your seatbelts and prepare for landing. Thank you for flying today Sir Hamilton.”

You sat up and tried to get a look out the window to get something about where you were, but it was useless, you couldn’t see at all.

MSG Lewis: Don’t worry. Sit back. You’ll love it here. You won’t want to leave in a week.

You glanced across the jet to find him sitting by himself with one leg resting on the other at the ankle. He was leaned back in the seat looking as if he were expecting someone to approach him and give him a lap dance.

MSG: You told me to take three weeks. Where are we going after?

MSG Lewis: You’ll see.

You gave him a death glare then rolled your eyes.

MSG: If I’m stressing about where we’re going this whole time, I’m going to blame you to my editor and manager when I come back with not even a page of the one hundred I’m supposed to have written.

He smiled.

MSG Lewis: Not my fault you’re curious George. One day that curiosity is gonna get you into some shit you can’t get out of.

MSG: Like what sir?

You watched his face morph through different emotions, surprise, interest, confusion then regret. You were slightly fascinated wondering what it was he was thinking. Before he could answer, Justice reached out and squeezed his thigh in a spot that said she was familiar with his body. Again, that feeling in your stomach returned but this one irritated you and you found it was harder to push it into that travel bag.

By the time everyone marched out of the jet, you were more than ready for a drink and a shower. The heat hit you like a low hanging branch to the face. This definitely wasn’t Switzerland. Once all the bags were offloaded, a tall lanky man approached the group.

“Welcome Mr. Hamilton. It is an honor to have you with us. My name is Mosi.”

He had a thick African accent. Your eyes widened. Were you where you wanted to go? If so, how did he know you wanted to come here?

“Thank you for having us, Mosi “Lewis replied.

You tried to keep your giddiness under wraps, but it was incredibly difficult.

“Follow me and my team will gather your luggage.”

A line of four people walked toward the jet while the rest of you followed Mosi. Lewis chatted with him in hushed voices that you couldn’t pick up. You wondered if he was talking so low because of you.

“Why can’t you just let him surprise you?”

You hadn’t even noticed Mabdulle moseying up beside you. You snorted realizing you’d been caught eavesdropping or attempting to.

“I mean I can, I just—want to know.”

He nodded slowly then shook his head. “He’s been planning this for a bit, couldn’t make up his mind where until like a few days ago. Sit back and let him rock.”

You began to wonder if he was so indecisive because of you. Before you even asked, Mabdulle nodded.

“The things we do for friends.”

With that he walked ahead over to Daniel and Cassie leaving you to wonder what he meant by that and why he’d said it the way he did.

After a few more steps, you saw the two charter planes that had paddles attached to the bottom of them. Another clue you said to yourself. You were in Africa and going to land somewhere with water. Everyone split up to load into the two planes. You made sure to get into the plane that Lewis and Justice weren’t getting into. You didn’t want to watch any sort of PDA. Just before Lewis got into the plane you watched he glance around as if searching for something. When his eyes landed on yours you noted the clench of his jaw but before he could make another move Justice called his name in a cutesy whine. You clenched your jaw from annoyance because if this was what you were going to have to listen to this whole trip you were going to jump out this plane without a chute.

Your jaw was dropped, hands pressed to the glass and tongue practically hanging out as you watched the scenery coast by. The turquoise in the ocean called to you, the variation of the shades of greens in the trees complimented it perfectly and you imagined sitting underneath them enjoying a nice breeze and a cocktail. To the horizon the rural lands were such a contrast to the sandy beaches it did nothing but take your breath away. It was perfect. It was everything you’d wanted when you’d seen a random picture and said in passing it was your idea of a perfect vacation. You couldn’t wait to soak it all up.

The plane landed in the ocean and glided its way to a full stop right on the beach and slowly everyone disembarked.

“Wow, this is gorgeous,” Robin said staring out into the water once she was on the sand.

“I can’t wait to get in,” Nikki added.

You were too busy snapping pictures for memories to join in on the conversation. Every shot was even better than the last and every shot had you more and more excited. The breathtaking sunset was the perfect backdrop and opening for what you hoped was going to be a great vacation.

“Welcome to & Beyond, Mozambique’s most popular destination,” Mosi said as he stood to the front of the group with his back to the uber luxurious dwellings on the property.

Your smile was so wide you knew you looked like an idiot. Lewis caught your eye, and he was smiling just as wide as you were. You mouthed “thank you” and gave you a nod while tapping the side of his nose. It was a thing both of you always did to the other to say, “I got you”. It had always been like that. he’d do whatever he could for you no matter what it was you asked for, and you’d do the same. It wasn’t a tit for tat type of thing or favor for favor it was genuine care all the time.

After a quick tour of the massive property that Lewis had taken liberty to rent out completely just so your group could really relax without any eyes, you all split up to lock down your rooms and settle in. The local time was nearing dinner and you were teetering on ravenous thanks to you skipping breakfast and only opting for a small fruit salad on the plane as lunch. Your room was perfect, it faced the ocean and gave you quite the view. You knew it would be the perfect view for any late-night writing sessions. And if this was what you were working with then you were excited to get to it.

You took a shower then plopped onto the floor in your towel to go through your luggage for something to wear for dinner. With your headphones in you went through your choices until you heard the notification sound from your phone. When you glanced down, you found a message from Lewis.

MSG Lewis: I hope you like the room; you got the best view. I hope it helps with your writer’s block.

Realization hit you, he’d planned all of this. He’d chosen this place because of you, given you the room with the best view all in hopes to get your groove back. you could have released an audible “oof” right then and there.

MSG: You didn’t have to do all of this for me.

MSG Lewis: Shut up.

MSG: I’m serious.

MSG Lewis: I like doing things for you. Plus it’s nothing more than all you’ve done for me over the years. WAFF.

The ball of tension in your belly faded and left a sinking feeling. What are friends for. You took a deep breath, held it for a beat, then slowly let it out. It was then you put your phone down and continued what you were doing with your music much higher than before. After a while you managed to put together something cute and just as you were putting on a lite layer of makeup Nikki walked in.

“What’s taking you so long?”

“Perfection takes time.”

“Heeeeeyyy!”

You laughed, bringing your attention back to the mirror to finish your brows.

“Where’s Gisella?”

“Trying to get all the gossip on Justice. She did a dive on IG and found out she’s a model but also an IG—persona. She saw a few pictures of her with a few other celebs and now she is trying to get the tea.”

You nodded, of course she was. Gisella could find out anything about anyone. She was better than TMZ, better than any other gossip blog hands down.

“You don’t seem to care about it though.”

“Why should I care? I’m all good until she proves to be a problem.”

Nikki studied you for a moment. You could feel her eyes boring holes into your back. You were not going to fall for it though. She wanted you to open up but opening up was the last thing you planned on doing on this vacation.

Dinner was amazing, the food on display across the banquet style table was exquisite. Michelin star restaurants in the states could never. Everything you put into your mouth you moaned for, every dish placed before you, you devoured, every flavor that burst over your tastebuds had you rocking in your seat. There was nothing that was off. You tried to keep up with the conversations around you while enjoying the food, but you were sure you missed plenty of useful tidbits.

When dessert came you slowly ate the decadent cake and looked around the table at all your friends. Time together like this was rare. Lewis’ schedule was nuts, and then when you added yours, it was difficult to get everyone together. Across the table, you noticed Lewis doing the same thing. He was probably thinking the same thing you were. When your eyes met, his smile widened. It was soft and inviting, so similar to him. It slipped for a moment and was replaced by a crinkled brow and a screwed jaw. He looked like he was thinking deeply about something. However, the look quickly disappeared. Raising his glass to you, he bopped his head. You returned the gesture and returned your attention to your plate.

After dinner, no one seemed eager to go to bed, instead the drinks rolled out and the stories began. No one was safe from being put on blast, no one was left untouched from some embarrassing story from some point in their life and because of that the laughs never ended. When everyone said their goodbyes, you decided to set yourself up to write. After getting everything ready and setting your atmosphere just the way you wanted you sat down with the view of the soft rolling waves of the ocean as your focal point and a bottle of wine beside you. After taking the time to reread your last written chapter you were half a bottle down in the wine with worries of how you were going to match that steam.

“All right, Y/N, let’s get this down and done.”

You cracked your knuckles then set your hands ready to fly across the keyboard. Twenty minutes later, your screen was empty and your fingers still hovering over the keyboard.

“Shit.”

You grabbed the wine and guzzled the rest then groaned when you realized it was finished. You ventured through the villa to one of the bars and picked out two more bottles. You were determined to get something down. You’d take anything at this point, a sentence, a word. Hell, even a period. Sitting back down, you popped the top of the wine and took a few gulps foregoing the glass sitting to your left. what was the point? This wine tasted a lot stronger than the one you’d just had, and you were grateful for that. With a mouthful of wine, you set yourself for attempt number two.

Like the first attempt, twenty minutes later you had nothing. That led you to finish the second bottle of wine as you talked to yourself about nothing in particular just your failure to do the simplest of tasks. An hour later, the only thing you’d accomplished was finishing the wine you’d gotten from the bar. You were surrounded by the empty bottles that were scattered around the floor while you were sprawled on the bed. You’d abandoned your laptop and was just staring at the ceiling waiting for the wine to put you to sleep. As your eyes lulled closed, you heard muffled moans that sounded as if they were coming from the room beside you. With your eyes wide, you held still waiting to see if you’d imagined it. A few seconds later, they sounded again.

What the hell? You knew either Nikki or Gisella were beside you and you also knew that they couldn’t be busting it down with anyone. Your eyes widened even more than you thought it was Gisella and Mabdulle. You’d always gotten the vibes that they were into each other but wanted to keep it on the low.

“Oh my gosh.”

You sprang up and pressed your ear to the wall like a total creeper. You planned on holding this over her head for the rest of eternity whenever she tried to come for you. It was quiet over there and you didn’t know if you should be thankful or feel bad about it. Someone was not putting in work.

“Just stop.”

You pressed closer hearing that. Stop what?

“I can make you feel good.”

You began to wonder why she was pleading with him. This was not Gisella. She took what she wanted, and you knew for a fact she knew how to have a grown man sounding like a whimpering child. You heard slurping sounds and more muffled moaning then gagging. Other than that, it was silent. This definitely wasn’t Gisella. whoever it was did not know their way around a dick. The silence was very telling. You stifled a laugh because you hoped it was Miles, hoped he’d somehow picked someone up and was getting the worst lackluster head of his life. However, it was not.

“Mmm, Lewis.”

Your smile dropped, your eyed bugged and you made a face of disgust. No fucking way. Lewis took the room beside you. He knew this was the room he’d chosen for you, which meant this was a deliberate choice. What the fuck? Was he fucking with you? Why?

“It's not working, it’s cool.”

“No, let me try some more. What’re you thinking about?”

He sighed. “W-A-F-F.”

At that you pulled away from the wall as if it had turned into lava. What the actual fuck! The slurping and moaning began again but you could tell it was not from Lewis, you could tell that he was completely disinterested. As you listened part of you wanted to laugh because this was just pathetic. Another part of you wanted to melt into the mattress and disappear. You’d never been on this side of things, never overheard his shenanigans, never been the fly on the wall. You didn’t know how to act, much less what to think. Another part of you wanted to kick the wall down and show her how it’s done, but another part that was seeing radioactive green and all you wanted to do was She Hulk smash her ass then Sparta kick her into the ocean telling her to doggy paddle back to the states. Was it a strong reaction? Yes, it was. Did you understand it? Not at all.

So you laid there hearing her failed attempts at making him feel good while letting your thoughts wander on what he meant by saying he was thinking about the code between you, the code he’d said to you several times that day. You knew one thing for certain, tomorrow you were changing your room.

PT 2 Coming....

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catsnkooks · 1 year

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hehehe since you mentioned it…

the cod boys as dads 🥺🥺

stopppppp i'm gonna cryyyyyy

ghost: ghost is probably the most terrified of all of them about fatherhood, given his past with his own abusive dad. it takes a lot of reassuring from you that you know he's not going to be anything like his dad, and that he has your support, along with the rest of the 141 crew. when the baby is born, it's a boy, and he nearly cries (ok, maybe he does cry a little, but he's not letting soap have that satisfaction), and he names him joseph, in honor of his nephew that never got the chance to grow up. but most importantly, he is the man to his son his own father never was, so he gets to heal the little simon inside of him finally

soap: soap is absolutely that fun dad that everyone's friends want to hang out with. he takes them to all their football practices and gets them ice cream on the way home for a job well done. it's teaching them how to ride a bike on the weekends and organizing trips to the edinburgh castle (where i hc that he's from) or loch ness during the summer. it's taking in your kids' friends that have less-than-great home lives, taking them under his wing and showing them what it's like to be loved. just, fun supportive dad soap

price: i feel like price would be a one and done kind of guy (despite the hc of the breeding kink 😌) especially since he's getting older and he really wants to devote all the time he can to his kid. and he is that 100%: stay at home girl dad. you often come home to find him in the living room with your baby girl, a tiny tiara on and messily applied kid-friendly makeup all over his face (he'll later explain that they were having a tea party, thank you very much!) he knows there's just some things he's not going to be able to do, but he still spoils his little girl

gaz: i think gaz is also a fun dad like soap, especially if you're adventurous like him, but he is 100% a football dad. volunteers to coach the kid's league and gets them to win the championship. there's always pizza after every game, no matter if they lost or won. he's the kind of guy to take your kids "camping" out in the back lawn in the summer so they can watch the stars together. and he's always there for every milestone, no matter what

alejandro: oh godddd THE girl dad champion. that's his little princesa. absolutely spoils her to death. carries her around everywhere when she's little. buys her all the little bows for her hair. lets her paint his nails and shows it off to the rest of the guys when he's on base. she's his little angel, and he's so proud of her every time he goes out with her, to meet with the 141 or on base with the rest of his crew. she has a dad that loves her and like five million tios that adore her.

rudy: hmm rudy....i think he'd be the soft supportive dad. like if your kid is in any kind of trouble, their first thought is to call him to come help. he's always going to be there for them no matter what. maybe it comes from his own past, if he had a bad one, and maybe his family wasn't as supportive to him (maybe concerning his feelings for alejandro, if he acts on them in this au), so he vows to never be like that for his own kids, because he knows how it feels to not have someone like that to rely on.

#things kooks says #asks #bitchinbeskar #18+#ish #simon ghost riley x reader #johnny soap mactavish x reader #captain john price x reader #kyle gaz garrick x reader #alejandro vargas x reader #rodolfo rudy parra x reader

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manykinsmen · 4 months

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hi jon, i was reading your post about nico rosberg being a divisive figure in f1 and first of all i wanted to say it was so perfectly written i would read an essay of yours but it also reminded me of the similarities with motogp. (i'm assuming you don't follow it)

casey stoner has had a similar experience to nico rosberg, the year he retired (2012) he finished 3rd in the championship and they year before he had won so to many he is a 'what could have been' even though he is a double motogp world champion (2007 & 2011). years later he finally revelead that he was struggling with chronic fatigue (!!!can you imagine riding in the highest category of your sport with chronic fatigue??) and also depression and anxiety. he said that his depression was worse after the weekends he went well for fear of disappointing his team afterwards. so it truly was either his career or his life

also they way you categorized the dead drivers has mythological characters people romanticize really spoke to me. in the 'patroclus' category i would put marco simoncelli. i have compared him to jules bianchi multiple times to explain it. he passed away in 2011 after a crash in sepang. valentino rossi was also involved in the collision. him and vale were really good friends and he has said that marco's death had influenced the decision to create an academy to help young italian riders (cause he had been helping marco) and has called marco the 'first student of the academy'. valentino's academy has had amazing results, this year world champion pecco bagnaia is an academy boy and so is marco bezzecchi third in the championship. he has 4 riders in motogp !!(pecco bagnaia, marco bezzecchi, luca marini, franco morbidelli). simoncelli's dad paolo has created his own team to rember his son (sic58 squadra corse -> sic was his nickname and 58 his number) creating new opportunities for riders. so they're honoring him and keeping his legacy alive the same way charles is doing at ferrari for jules and his dad.

sorry for the rant and sorry if there's any mistakes english is my second language, i'm was just really fascinated by the way you explained the narratives

thanks for the ask! your english is perfect.

i don’t watch motogp at the moment but i really should. one of my partners and two of my cousins are very into motorcycles and love it. like it clearly has the same capacity for grand narratives as f1 does and i am all about those grand narratives.

i think lots of sports fans (especially very masculine cis het men who are into sports for masculine cis het men reasons) like to view sports as a scientific pursuit, as more deserving of their time and attention than art because it can somehow be objectively quantified. and really that’s not true - yes there is a lot of data and numbers, but we invent the terms of the game just as much as we invent the themes of art. and even then people will throw away those numbers in a heartbeat to defend the narratives they have attached themselves to (see everyone repeatedly insisting senna is the greatest f1 driver of all time when no metric we’ve used to quantify racing data will testify to that being true).

people become most upset when their narrative expectations are denied. this isn’t an “oh the villain won” issue - that’s a tragedy, but tragedy still gives us catharsis, we get our emotional pay off, it still fits into narrative archetypes. no, it’s when people like nico rosberg and casey stoner pack up and go home and reveal the artifice of that narrative. imagine if the actor playing hamlet got up in the middle of the to be or not to be soliloquy, wiped off his makeup, got out of his costume and left via the fire exit.

(side note - the original film of jesus christ superstar pulls this off incredibly. in the final scene, you see all the actors, bar the one playing jesus, out of costume, boarding a bus to leave the set, leaving us asking ourselves a bunch of uncomfortable questions about viewing the crucifixion for entertainment).

#nico rosberg #casey stoner #motogp #jesus christ superstar #shakespeare #narrative theory #performance theory #okay there are some wild tags on this one

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thespineoftherighteous · 1 year

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top 5 Dan Wilds moments, top 5 kandrew moments

EXCELLENT ask

Dan:

1. helping Neil figure out his schedule (with Matt) in tfc

2. when Neil shows the girls the tattoo while Allison is doing his makeup and Dan gets outraged and then just gets really sad and you can see how helpless she feels and how much she cares about him

3. when someone at the banquet was trying to give her shit for being Hennessy and she hit him in the balls with her stilettos before roasting him

4. telling the waitress Neil got his scars from falling into a tank of piranhas (she's literally babygirl do you even get it?)

5. it happens off screen but when she and Kevin finally talk on vacation about the coach/father reveal and it's mentioned that they both come back from it looking worn out and i imagine there's so much there went down there

6. genuinely every time she gives Neil a hug

7. ordering the stand for the trophy before they actually won championships

8. when she started a dogpile on Coach while being all sweaty from practice

kandrew:

1. that first night practice that Andrew joined Kevin and they had that whole sexually charged battle of wills

2. the night that Kevin got the queen tattooed and it's a Big Deal for Neil to see but that's not even comparable to what it's like for Andrew, who's been waiting for something like this since day one. and it kind of electrifies Andrew

3. their whole antagonistic, petty, clawing at each other's throats, pre-tfc relationship AND how the fact that what ended up making them so close after all that was Andrew seeing Kevin pick up his racquet again for the first time after the accident and how that was enough to get Andrew on the court himself

(that was like a million different moments, forgive me for cheating)

4. Andrew taking off Kevin's glove mid-game to check that it's good and reassure him + Kevin going straight to the goal after Andrew's first full-time game to catch him through withdrawal

5. Andrew giving Kevin his meds (!!!)

(+6. "i could drive your car, you know" "bitch over my dead body" .... see also: every "it's fun telling Kevin no" moment)

#i say it all the time but literally you dont understand you cant understand #catch the way i didn't even TRY to limit myself to five with Dan #aftg #🦊✉️

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hinatastinygiant · 7 months

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Pairing: Kita x Fem!Reader

What's Meant to Be Masterlist

FLASHBACK ~ 8 YEARS AGO

The gymnasium is alive with energy as the final moments of the volleyball game play out. The crowd cheers, and the scoreboard displays the winning point for Kita's team. Amidst the celebration, you stand in the bleachers, your heart pounding with pride for Kita and the rest of your friends on the team.

After a few moments, the team disperses from the court and begins to collect their belongings. Your eyes scan the crowd, looking for Kita, his tall, athletic frame glistening with sweat. And when you spot him, you can see his eyes sparkle with victory as he cheers alongside his teammates. You're so excited to see him. It's the first time in weeks since you've been able to watch him play.

When you spot him, you rush up to him and throw your arms around his neck. "Congratulations! I knew you could do it!"

He's surprised by your sudden presence, but returns the embrace. He laughs lightly as he pulls away. "I'm glad you're here, Y/N. I didn't think you'd be here. I thought you said your boyfriend was-"

"I do my best to make time for you, Shinsuke." You flash him a grin, and he smiles back, a bit flustered by the compliment. "You know that," you say. "Plus, it's not every day I get to see my friend win a championship."

But as Kita's perceptive gaze meets your eyes, he notices the faint bruise on your eye that you had tried to conceal with makeup. Concern washing over his face, he reaches out to gently touch your cheek.

"Your bruise is still there, Y/N," he says, his eyes meeting yours. "Did he hit you again?"

You shake your head quickly, pulling his hand away from your face. "No, no. I'm okay."

"I don't understand why you put up with that guy. I don't like the way he treats you." Kita's brow furrows with concern.

"You're my best friend, Shinsuke. You've always looked out for me." You reach out and touch his cheek. "But trust me when I say that I'm okay."

He stares at you intently. He knows he can't convince you to break up with your boyfriend. And despite his disapproval, he knows that it's your decision to make. Kita can't help but wonder why you would put up with the abuse. And even though it's hard for him to admit, he knows that he has no say in your personal life.

After your conversation, you walk away from Kita, unintentionally leaving him there to get questioned by his teammates about you.

"What was that about?" Gin asks, a smug grin on his face. "Looks like someone has a crush on you."

"Come on," Kita rolls his eyes. "You know Y/N is just my friend."

"Sure, if that's what you want to call it," Gin laughs.

Kita turns to him, annoyed. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"We've all seen the way you look at her, Kita," Atsumu chimes in. "I'd be surprised if she hasn't noticed by now."

"It's not like that." Kita insists, but he knows it's futile. His teammates know better.

Atsumu grins. "Why don't you just tell her how you feel?"

Kita shakes his head. "I can't do that. She has a boyfriend."

Gin smirks. "So? She's obviously not happy. And she always puts you before him. What's stopping you from telling her?"

"She wouldn't leave him. She wouldn't do that to him. Even if it's true. And I wouldn't do that to her either."

"Then what are you going to do?"

Kita sighs. "Nothing. I'll just keep my feelings to myself."

"That's a shame." Gin smiles sadly.

Kita glances at you, who is now about to walk out of the gym. "I just want her to be happy," he says.

"So do I," Atsumu replies, "But it's not going to happen unless you take a risk."

Kita looks away from you. "I can't."

Atsumu sighs and shakes his head. "You're gonna regret that."

PRESENT TIME

At exactly five o'clock at night, your alarm on your phone buzzes. You sit up and reach for the button to silence it. You let out a yawn and stretch, before getting out of bed. You have exactly one hour to get to work and have no time to spare.

You quickly pull on your outfit and fix your hair up. Then, you grab your purse, keys, and jacket before heading out the door.

Work isn't too far from where you live, so you typically opt to walking quickly the few blocks it takes to get there. Once inside the building, you make your way to the girls' dressing room. There, you spot your friend Sayuri slicking her dark hair into a tight bun.

"Hey," you smile at her as you walk past.

"Hey, Y/N, how's it going?" she asks.

"Fine," you sigh as you pull off your jacket and place it in your locker along with your purse and your keys.

"Long day?" she asks, turning to face you.

"I just woke up a little while ago," you say. "Just gotta power through."

"Hey, at least you've got some energy for tonight," she smiles. "I've already had two coffees and a shot of vodka."

You laugh, shaking your head. "You're gonna need it. It's getting close to the weekend, we're going to start getting busy again."

"Ugh, don't remind me. I've already got three private rooms booked for later," she says. "You got any tonight?"

"No," you say. "Tonight, I'm going to be working the main stage."

"Nice," Sayuri says, smiling. "I guess I'll see you after then."

"Definitely," you smile. "I'll see you later."

You make your way down the hallway and into the main club. Immediately, you spot a familiar face.

"Hey, Takao," you greet your manager as you make your way toward him.

"Ah, Y/N, how are you tonight?" he asks.

"Pretty good," you say.

"I'm glad to hear that," he says. "You're working the main stage tonight, right?"

"Yeah," you say.

"Good," he says. "You can start whenever. Just let me know when you're done, alright?"

"Okay," you nod, and head back toward the entrance to the stage.

Towards the end of your shift, as you are walking to the dressing room, you are blocked by a large man. "You're a mighty fine dancer, miss..."

"Bella," you lie, giving him a fake name.

"Bella," he repeats. "A beautiful name for a beautiful lady."

You give him a polite smile. "Thank you."

"Are you still on your shift?" he asks.

"I am," you say, trying to walk past him.

"Let me buy you a drink, Bella," he offers.

"I'm afraid I can't," you say. "But I appreciate the offer."

"How about after your shift, then?" he suggests.

"I can't, I'm sorry."

"Maybe if we go somewhere else? I could give you a lift back to my place?"

"I'm sorry," you repeat, beginning to feel annoyed.

"Aw, come on, sweetheart. It's just a ride."

You sigh, irritated. "Look, I have a boyfriend," you lie. To be completely honest, you haven't had a boyfriend since high school.

"I don't see him anywhere," he says, reaching for your arm.

"No," you say more firmly, pulling your arm away. "Now, please, let me go."

"Don't be such a tease," he sneers, his grip tightening.

"Please, stop-" you continue to urge him, but before you can get away, he slaps you across your cheek.

You are taken aback, and begin to panic.

"If you keep teasing me, I'll have to punish you."

You feel tears prick the corners of your eyes as the man grabs you even tighter. But just then, a woman's voice calls out to your attacker.

"Get off her."

You turn around, and standing there is a Sayuri. She's glaring at the man, who has now released his grip on you.

"Who are you?" the man sneers.

"What the fuck does it matter? She has been trying to politely tell you no," Sayuri growls. "So you need to leave."

"What are you, her mother?" the man laughs.

Sayuri takes a step forward, and you notice the way her hand has tightened into a fist.

"I'm serious, asshole," Sayuri says, her voice low and dangerous.

Thankfully, the man then gives up and walks off. You sigh and thank Sayuri for her help.

"Are you alright?" she asks.

"I'm fine, really," you say.

"Good," she nods.

"I owe you," you say.

"Forget about it," she shrugs. "You've done the same for me before. I'm sorry I didn't get here any sooner. Is your cheek okay?"

"I'm used to it," you smile sadly. "Don't worry about it."

"Come on," she says, looping her arm with yours. "Let's get some peas from the freezer for your cheek."

After your shift, the two of you make your way back to the locker room.

"Seriously, though, Y/N. It is a big deal," she insists as the two of you enter the dressing room. "You need to talk to Takao about tonight"

"I don't know, Sayuri. It's not the first time this has happened. It won't be the last. It's a part of the job."

"Still, that doesn't mean it's okay," she says.

"I can handle myself."

"Not against men twice your size, Y/N," she says, exasperated. "I've seen you take care of yourself, but that doesn't mean that you should have to. Not when you have someone looking out for you. And I think we're all tired of seeing these sleazy guys treat all of us like shit."

"I appreciate that," you say, taking a seat in front of the mirror. "I'll let you know what I decide."

"Ugh, Y/N, you're so stubborn."

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litaskick · 2 years

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hi! can you do a bayley x reader where reader has been trying to pin after bayley backstage and bayley isn’t showing any interest until reader gets attacked during their match and bayley rescues them and while backstage bayley confesses her feelings. hopefully angst to fluff :)

idk how to feel abt this one tbh, it took me forever

my requests are open, request here - who i write for - request rules - Bayley Masterlist

summary: Bayley has been ignoring you for months now, and it has really been bothering you, because secretly you had totally fallen in love with her. But it all changes after she comes to your aid after a surprise attack from Rhea Ripley.

Ignored

You crossed your arms, looking over at where Bayley stood in the gorilla. Shaking your head, you looked down at your feet. You remembered how it had used to be between you and Bayley. You guys were friends, good friends you liked to think, and then it all changed. Out of nowhere, she just distanced herself from you. You would try to ask her about it, and she would just brush you off. She barely even talked to you anymore. No more of her congratulating you after your matches, going out to eat to celebrate big wins, playing stupid games to pass time in the locker room. All of that suddenly just disappeared, gone. It hurt, you missed it, you really, really missed it. The worst part about it all was that you had completely fallen in love with her, and now the person you loved wouldn't even spare a glance your way. You felt a tap on your shoulder, bringing you out of your thoughts. You looked to see that it was Liv, your best friend.

"Hey, what wrong?" Liv asked you quietly, not wanting anyone else in the gorilla to hear.

You sighed, looking over at Bayley, and then back to Liv. She frowned slightly, "Still?" You only nodded.

"Y/n, I think it might just be time to let it go, it's been months now. I know you love her but she doesn't seem like she loves you back like that." Liv explained softly, squeezing your hand.

"I know, but I just can't-" You started tearing up.

"No, no, no." Liv whispered urgently. "No crying, not right before your match." She reminded you.

You nodded, thankful that she reminded you before you full on broke down on her and ruined your makeup. You had a match against Sasha Banks tonight. It was a championship contenders match, the winner would go on to face Liv for the SmackDown Women's Championship at Clash at the Castle. You heard Sasha's music roar through the arena as you watched her step through the curtain. You and Liv stepped over to the curtain, Bayley walking off as soon as you two approached. You just let out a sigh, making Liv put her hands on your shoulders, forcing you to look at her.

"You got this! Okay? Don't think about her, just go out there and give it your all!" Liv smiled.

You smiled at back at her, you gave her a nod.

"I'll be out there watching you."

Liv was going to be sitting on commentary during the match since this was a contenders match for her title. You heard your music hit, you stepped out through the curtain and onto the ramp. You did your usual entrance, giving a few fans a high five, even giving a little girl a hug and signing her toy title. You finally got in the ring. You and Sasha stood in your respective corners, watching as Liv came down the ramp and over to commentators table. The bell rung, and you two started. It was a great match, you were main eventing, the crowd was super into it, and it had caused you to completely forget about Bayley temporarily. You and Sasha had always had great chemistry in ring and outside of the ring. That is until the whole thing with Bayley ignoring you, since then it had just been sorta awkward when you would talk to Sasha. You were able to pick up the win, meaning you were going to face Liv at Clash at the Castle for the title. You were celebrating your win, until you felt a steel chair hit you right across the back. You fell to the ground, looking up, you were finally able to see the attacker. Rhea Ripley. She kept brutally beating you with the chair. From the corner of your eye you saw Liv starting to get up and come to your aid. That is until Bayley's music roared through the arena. Wait, Bayley was coming out to help you? You saw the surprised look on Liv's face from the commentary table before looking over towards the ramp to see Bayley dashing towards the ring. You were totally confused. You watched as she slid in the ring, ripping the chair from Rhea's hands. Bayley hit her with it once before Rhea quickly slid out of the ring, slowly walking up the ramp. Mouthing to Bayley "I'm not done with you." Once Rhea was out of sight, Bayley helped you up to your feet. You stood, holding the back of your head. You and her stepped out of the ring, making your way up the ramp.

"You okay?" She asked.

You nodded slightly. "Yeah, I'm okay."

Bayley just nodded, offering you a small smile. You smiled back, but internally you were so confused. What had just happened? Out of all the people who would come out to save you, she would have been your last thought. You saw some of the stares from your fellow co-workers as you and Bayley walked back to the locker room, you knew that they were probably just as confused as you were about this entire thing. Pretty much the entire women's locker room knew about the whole thing between you and Bayley. None of the personal aspects of it, of course, but they noticed that suddenly she had stopped talking to you and ignoring you. However, now she was talking to you, and acting like she had never started ignoring you in the first place. And not only that, but she came out and saved you. You were so deep into your thoughts you almost didn't realize that you two had made it back to your locker room. You went over and took a seat on one of the steel chairs, Bayley taking a seat right in front of you. You immediately questioned her.

"Why did you come out there and save me?" You asked.

Bayley turned her head up to look at you. "Well, you were being attacked, and nobody else was coming to help you out."

You shook your head, knowing her well enough to know that she wasn't being honest with you.

"I'm being serious. Why?" You asked again.

"I just told you why. You were being attacked and nobody else-"

You cut her off before she could finish her sentence. "Bayley, don't sit here and act like you haven't totally ignored me for the past few months for seemingly no reason. I couldn't even get you to look over my way most of the time! My life has been absolute hell without you. I haven't been able to stop thinking about it since it happened. I just want to know what I did!" You ranted, letting out everything you had been holding in over the course of a few months.

She let out a sigh. "You didn't do anything, y/n."

"Then why? Why have you been ignoring me? We were friends, Bay. I'd like to think maybe that we were even best friends." You asked, your voice cracking up a little due to the emotion behind your words.

There was silence between you for a moment, Bayley had her head down, trying to think about what she wanted to say. She lifted her head back up to look at you.

"It was never anything that you did, okay? It was me and my feelings." Bayley announced.

"You and your feelings?" You questioned, not quite understanding what she was saying.

"You're really going to make me say it, aren't you?"

You just continued to look at her with a confused expression glued to your facial features.

Bayley let in a shaky breath. "I love you. That's why I started ignoring you. I- I didn't want to ruin what we had just because of my silly heart. Turns out I ended up ruining worse than I would have than if I would have just confessed it to you earlier." She confessed, looking into your eyes.

You had immediate butterflies in your stomach. You had felt the same way towards her for just as long. "I love you too." You smiled, a happy chuckle leaving your mouth.

Bayley smiled back at you, she stood up with you, gripping you into a hug.

"I'm sorry. You didn't deserve the way I've been treating you." She whispered.

You pulled out of the hug, keeping your hands on her shoulders. "It's okay, I promise. Everything is perfect now."

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wayystey · 1 year

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HIM opened his catlike eyes to one of his favorite sights. Mojo Jojo, his husband of six years was stroking his cheek with an adoring expression in his eyes.

HIM tilted his chin up and fluttered his lashes, his way of asking for a kiss. His husband happily obliged, and the couple didn’t break apart for quite some time.

“Good morning my jewel. I see you are in quite good spirits today.” Mojo remarked fondly.

“Clearly I’m not the only one who’s enthusiastic, hmm?” HIM replied, smiling flirtatiously.

The two villains held each other for a while, relishing in this peaceful moment together. After a while of laying together, the couple got up to start the day. While HIM was putting his makeup on at his vanity, he asked, “Mojo darling, do you remember what day it is today?”

“I did not realize there was anything notable about this particular day.” He stopped what he was doing. “Is it your birthday?”

“No. Try again.” HIM gave his trademark grin.

“Our anniversary?”

“No. One more guess.”

“The boys’ birthday?”

“No, Boomer’s soccer game is today.“

“Soccer game? What are you talking about?”

“You know, the hugely important soccer game that he’s been telling us about for weeks. The one that determines whether his team goes to the championships. The one you promised you’d be there for.” HIM hinted, not at all subtly.

“Oh yes, that soccer game.“ Mojo looked sheepish.

“Exactly. So, I need you home from your observatory early today, no later than 5:30. I know you’re working on your huge new weapon for your plan to destroy the Powerpuff Girls but this game is really special to Boomer, so please be on time.” HIM pleaded.

“Of course my love, I would not miss such an important day for our son. You have my word.” Mojo promised, walking over to where his husband was seated.

“I’m holding you to that.” HIM winked, then pressed a chaste kiss to his cheek.

They suddenly heard the commotion of their sons getting up for the day and smiled. Always the loud ones, their boys.

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“Where’s the food? I’m starving.” Butch commented, pushing past his brothers to get to the kitchen.

“Get out of my way Boomer, I gotta piss.” Brick snapped at his brother.

“You can’t be a jerk to me Brick, it’s my day today.” Boomer retorted.

“Whatever dude. Just go so I can get ready to suffer at school all day.”

Boomer rolled his eyes. They had been going to school since kindergarten, and Brick still complained about it.

Back when the Rowdyruff Boys were first created, they didn’t really have to do anything. They would go cause chaos all day and then go home to HIM or Mojo, whichever parent had them at the time.

But after the two villains decided they needed to become better parents to the boys and moved in together, Brick, Boomer, and Butch were immediately enrolled at Pokey Oaks Kindergarten, the only option for schooling they had.

Not only were they expected to attend school, but they were expected to “put in effort” as their parents called it. At first, the three brothers pitched a fit. They refused to talk to anyone, they refused to work, they refused to do anything. It was even worse that the Powerpuffs were there too. They often argued with the girls to make themselves feel better.

Then, after a while, Boomer and Butch started to enjoy school a bit. They were making friends with kids outside of their little trio and finding hobbies they enjoyed.

That’s how Boomer found soccer actually. He tried out for his elementary school’s team in 3rd grade and he quickly became one of the best players. Butch had been into photography since kindergarten, so he joined yearbook as soon as he was able to.

Meanwhile, Brick took a lot longer to adjust to school. He only went to school because he had to, and he only tried because he knew he’d get grounded if he didn’t. He didn’t really talk to anyone outside of his brothers and hated being there. Finally, in 4th grade, Brick found karate and that motivated him to do well in school, as well as make friends.

Now the boys were 12 and were in 6th grade. Boomer had pretty much been offered admission to the soccer team the minute he arrived at tryouts, the others being blown away by his skill on the field.

That brought Boomer’s thoughts back to today. This was perhaps the most important game that he had ever prepared for. His team had to win.

He couldn’t wait to have his whole family there to see him and his team win the game and be victorious. But at the same time, Boomer was anxious beyond belief. He just had a nagging feeling that it wouldn’t go well. He hoped his intuition was wrong.

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A short while later, the Jojo family was eating breakfast at the table, everyone in a somewhat good mood. Brick and Butch were having a contest (whoever could eat the fastest and fit the most food in their mouth would be the winner) and HIM and Mojo were conversing amongst themselves.

Everyone was content, that was except Boomer. He was pushing his food around his plate in an almost anxious manner, and wasn’t speaking to anyone.

HIM quickly took notice of this strange behavior. “You need to eat darling. You’re going to need energy for today.”

His son merely hummed in response.

“Boomer honey, what’s the matter?”

“Nothing, I’m fine. I was just thinking about the game today.”

“You’ll do just fine. Besides, all of us will be there to support you. Right dear?” HIM shifted his eyes to his husband.

“Yes, of course. Boomer, I promise I will be at your game today.” Mojo assured his son.

Boomer smiled and tried to have a few bites of his breakfast, feeling a little better.

“Alright, you boys have to head off to school. Brick and Butch, you need to come straight home after school so you can eat and get your homework done before your brother’s game.” HIM instructed.

“Or we could just not do our homework at all.” Brick slyly suggested. His parents narrowed their eyes.

“Brick, you are aware of the expectations we have for you. If you refuse to complete your assignments, you will not get to do karate anymore.” Mojo sternly reminded his son.

“Whatever. I was just kidding anyway.” Brick rolled his eyes and grabbed his backpack. “Let’s go losers.”

“You’re forgetting something honey!” HIM gave the red Rowdyruff a kiss on the forehead.

“Pops! We’re not six anymore!” He groaned. His father just laughed and did the same to Butch, who also griped about the ‘sissy stuff’.

Finally, HIM approached Boomer. “I know you have practice after school, so I’ll see you at your game, ok darling?” Boomer turned pale at the mention of the game.

“What if we lose? You won’t be mad right?” The blue Rowdyruff asked.

“I think you’re going to do just fine. And even if you did lose, I would never be mad at you. You know I’m proud of you right?”

Boomer smiled. The demon gave his son a kiss on the forehead and ushered him towards his brothers.

“Bye boys! I love you!” HIM called. The boys groaned again, but mumbled it back anyway and flew away to head to school.

A short time after, it was time for Mojo to head to his observatory. The couple walked to the front door, hand in hand (or rather, hand in claw).

“What time did we say you’d be back by today?” HIM said to his husband.

“5:30. I assure you that I will be on time, my dear.” The villainous chimpanzee vowed.

“That’s right! Don’t make me have to teleport you home myself!” The demon joked, bending over to kiss his husband.

With traded “I love yous”, Mojo fired up his jet pack and was off to work.

HIM smiled fondly and closed the door. He made his way to his throne room. After all, he did have many Ruler of the Underworld duties to attend to.

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Several hours later, HIM had managed to complete his mile long list of royal duties, reorganize his massive closet, do his exercise routine, take a luxurious morning bath, begin planning some schemes to mess with the Powerpuff Girls, go shopping with Sedusa, and cook a meal for Brick and Butch when they got home from school. Sometimes he wondered how he did it all.

Said boys had finished their homework and were hanging out in their rooms before they had to leave. It was 5:25, and HIM was sure Mojo would be home any minute. The game started at 6, but he wanted to be a little early.

While he did tell his husband to be home by 5:30, HIM would accept a few minutes after that, since he could just teleport his family and himself to the school.

5:30 came and went. It’s fine, he’s probably just running behind, he thought. He continued reading his magazine (the latest issue of Vogue had just dropped), humming to himself.

15 minutes later and still no Mojo. HIM was getting a little annoyed, but there was still a good amount of time left. At that point, Brick and Butch came downstairs to grab all the snacks they wanted for the game and stuff them in HIM’s purse. They went on their DS, waiting patiently for their father.

It was now 5:55. “Dude, where is Dad? We gotta go.” Brick complained. The demon was pretty ticked now. He hadn’t asked for anything too difficult, just for his husband to be home early. He knew Mojo wouldn’t arrive in the next five minutes. Mind made up, he stood.

“We can’t wait for your father. We need to go.” He announced.

“Pops, can you put my DS in your purse?” Brick requested.

“No Brick, we are going to watch your brother, you’re not going to ignore him the whole time.” HIM glared at his son.

He grabbed his sons’ hands and teleported them away. They took their seats in the stands and Butch started rifling through his father’s bag, looking for the snacks.

HIM briefly wondered if Mojo had been held up by the Powerpuffs, but he quickly spotted them with their father Professor Utonium on the other side of the stands.

Looks like I can’t blame them this time… damn. He noticed the teams were making their way out to the field.

“Look, it’s Boom! We should embarrass him.” Brick suggested, while Butch pointed and laughed at his brother. HIM waved to his son and Boomer returned it nervously.

Boomer’s heart sunk when he stepped out on the field and only saw his pops and his brothers in the stands. His dad was missing and he had promised him that he’d be there.

He tried to ignore the butterflies in his stomach and the bad feeling in his gut as the game started.

Here goes nothing.

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The first half of the game started and Mojo still wasn’t there. HIM was mad now. He had better show up after halftime or he would pay.

The second half began and HIM noticed Boomer’s focus and confidence draining by the second. He desperately wished he could help his child but he couldn’t. Brick and Butch had powered through all the snacks and were now commenting on their brother’s odd behavior.

“Why’s he playing so badly? He never misses goals.” Brick scoffed. “Yeah, he’s such a mess right now.” Butch agreed. They were being so loud with their criticism that heads started to turn, including the Powerpuffs.

“Boys, that isn’t helping. Cut him some slack, he’s petrified. And quiet down, you got the attention of those Powerpuffs. I don’t want to deal with them right now.” HIM reprimanded.

“I’m just saying what everyone’s thinking.” Brick snapped.

“Brick Jojo, your father is already on my short list, do you want to join him?” He threatened, his demonic voice starting to slip through slightly.

Brick rapidly shook his head no. “Then you stop, do you understand?”

The lead Rowdyruff huffed and turned away from his father angrily. Butch snickered, but quickly stopped when he saw the evil look in HIM’s eyes. He knew his pops wasn’t playing around anymore.

Finally the game ended and the shit show got even more shitty. Boomer’s team had lost. They didn’t score a single goal while the opposing team got 3.

HIM felt his heart shatter for Boomer. He couldn’t even fathom how devastated his son must’ve felt in that moment. His heart clenched as he saw his son’s face fall and tears form in his eyes.

The Townsville side of the stands was shocked. Brick and Butch were staring wide eyed at their brother and then back at HIM. Many spectators had looks of disappointment or sympathy on their faces. Even the Powerpuff Girls looked sad for Boomer.

The teams exited the field, one jovially, the other forlorn. In the locker room, Boomer tried hard not to cry in front of everyone, but it was really difficult not to after everything that had happened. Not only did his team lose, but they were also no longer eligible for the championships.

But the worst part, his father had broken his promise and didn’t even bother to come. He felt let down, and honestly, he felt lied to.

15 minutes later, the team was released and Boomer walked out dejectedly, not speaking to anyone. He felt his eyes burning with tears and he was having trouble holding them in.

The moment he saw his pops and his brothers, he finally broke down. Boomer usually didn’t like to be emotional in front of so many people but he was past the point of caring.

He ran to his father and buried his face in his chest, sobbing the whole time. “Dad said he would be here!” Brick and Butch didn’t even have the heart to tease their brother, actually feeling pretty bad about the whole situation.

Meanwhile, HIM’s mind was like a hurricane had touched down in it. He felt a whirlwind of different emotions, sadness, fury, disappointment, and betrayal. Even worse, he had no idea how to make his son feel better. All he could do was hug him and let him vent.

“I knew we would lose! I had a feeling Dad wouldn’t show up, he’s been obsessing over his new weapon for his Powerpuff scheme. I’m so mad, he told me he was going to come!”

“I know honey. Trust me, I am livid with your father right now. He made you a promise and he didn’t keep it. He owes you an apology, and I’m going to make sure you get one, ok? HIM kissed Boomer on the forehead, trying to comfort him.

Boomer nodded silently, not even complaining about the overt affection like he normally did. He needed the love right now.

“Do you want to go get ice cream? It might make you feel better.”

“We do!” Brick and Butch exclaimed. HIM shot them an icy glare and the boys sealed their lips.

“Ok.” Boomer said sadly. The demon grabbed his children’s hands and teleported them away.

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The ice cream trip was unsuccessful. Boomer barely ate his ice cream, and he had a frown on his face the entire time they were there. Not even his brothers’ jokes or his father’s comforting words helped.

The family returned home at around 8:30 and Boomer went to bed early, wordlessly retreating to his room. Brick and Butch followed suit around an hour or two later, whispering to each other about Boomer the entire way up the stairs.

It was now almost midnight and Mojo still wasn’t home. HIM decided he was not going to bed until his husband returned, as he had a couple of words for him.

The Ruler of the Underworld was now enraged beyond belief. He had never been so furious with his husband before, he wanted to throttle him.

He had another splendid bath in an attempt to calm down but to no avail. He was still outraged. Not even a couple margaritas helped take the edge off.

He put on his nightgown and matching robe and sat fuming, waiting for his husband. Mojo was in for it when he got home. He was going to remember why HIM was the ultimate evil.

Finally, at half past midnight, he heard the familiar sound of a jet pack approaching and landing outside. The front door opened.

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From the moment he stepped inside his house, Mojo could tell something was amiss. The entire house was so dark, he could barely see his hand in front of his face. The air around him felt cold and dark, almost menacing. He knew these signs, it only became this wicked when his husband was feeling extremely wrathful.

He wondered why HIM was so upset but then he remembered. Not only was he incredibly late coming home, but he never showed up to Boomer’s soccer game. He had promised his son he’d be there and he hadn’t followed through.

He went up the stairs and walked slowly down the long hallway, dreading stepping into his bedroom and facing his husband. He knew HIM would be infuriated by his actions. The malicious vibe in the air only worsened on the way.

The bedroom was dark, cold, and had the same sinister feeling to it. Mojo couldn’t see his husband, but he certainly felt his presence.

“Finally back, are we?” The voice that emanated from the corner of the room was low, harsh, and had a sort of growl to it.

“Darling, please allow me to explain what happened tonight. I simply lost track of time my dear.” Mojo tried to rationalize with HIM.

“Oh, just lost track of time, hmm? WELL SAY THAT PITIFUL EXCUSE TO YOUR SON AND SEE WHAT HE THINKS!” His voice had its feminine tone to it again, but it quickly switched back to its demonic quality.

The other villain gulped audibly as the throne like chair spun around at breakneck speed and light immediately returned to the room.

HIM’s eyes were glowing red, his teeth jagged and sharp, and there was smoke emitting from his body, like he was about to burst into flames if he got any angrier.

“HOW DARE YOU! YOU MAKE A PROMISE TO ME, TO YOUR CHILD, AND THIS IS WHAT YOU DO?! YOU FLAKE ON HIM AND YOU BREAK HIS TRUST?! DO YOU KNOW HOW DEVASTATED HE WAS?! HIS TEAM LOST AND HE COULD’VE USED YOUR SUPPORT AND YOUR COMFORT! BUT YOU DIDN’T DO THAT, DID YOU?!”

“My love, please calm down. We can talk about this-“ the evil genius was cut off.

“DON’T TELL ME TO CALM DOWN YOU PATHETIC PRIMATE! IF YOU WANTED TO TALK ABOUT IT YOU SHOULD HAVE BEEN HERE ON TIME LIKE I ASKED YOU TO BE!” The magazine HIM had been reading earlier was now on fire.

“BOOMER HAS BEEN INCONSOLABLE ALL DAY BECAUSE OF YOUR SELFISHNESS! YOU SPENT ALL DAY WORKING ON A WEAPON FOR YOUR WORLD DOMINATION PLAN WHEN YOU SHOULD HAVE BEEN WITH YOUR FAMILY. I DIDN’T ASK FOR MUCH, ALL I WANTED WAS FOR YOU TO COME HOME EARLY TODAY. INSTEAD YOU MADE EMPTY PROMISES AND NOW LOOK WHERE WE ARE!” The demon was shaking with rage.

“What did you want me to do?! Leave early and potentially ruin my perfect plans?! Do you not understand that I do these things for us, you infernal pest?!” Mojo yelled back.

HIM looked as if he just been smacked. “YES I WANTED YOU TO LEAVE EARLY BECAUSE THAT’S WHAT YOU SAID YOU WOULD DO! AND IF YOU DO ALL THESE THINGS FOR US LIKE YOU CLAIM THEN WHY DID YOU NOT DO THIS ONE THING FOR YOUR SON? THAT’S ALL HE WANTED!”

The gravity of what he had done finally occurred to Mojo when he saw that his husband was now crying. HIM rarely cried, the last time being 6 years ago when Mojo proposed. For him to be sobbing now, the chimpanzee knew that he had truly hurt his son and his husband.

“My beauty, I truly apologize for what I have done. I did not intend to upset you to this degree. Please accept my apology.” He tried to touch his husband but HIM pulled away.

“I’m not accepting anything from you until you apologize to our son and until he forgives you.” He stated with finality, trying to dry his eyes with a handkerchief.

The couple sat in a heavy, uncomfortable silence, the only sound being HIM’s cries. Mojo hated it. His husband’s cries were heart wrenching, and he had to sit there and hear them because of his own actions. He knew his husband would not accept his comfort or touch right now and it killed him inside. He wished HIM would just start screaming at him again, or do anything else but sob.

“Darling-“ Mojo couldn’t finish.

“Just go.” HIM said, defeated.

Mojo took his leave, a heavy weight on his heart.

As he walked to a separate room for the night, he heard sniffles coming from Boomer’s room. He opened the door as quietly as he could, and saw his son sitting on the floor, head in his hands, shoulders shaking from crying.

At that point, he knew HIM hadn’t lied about how despondent their son was. Boomer looked terrible. Mojo may have been a supervillain and a master criminal, but he truly loved and cared for his family and he hated knowing that his child was miserable because of what he did.

He vowed to rectify this situation, for both his husband and his son. Right now, he felt as he had committed another evil act, but it wasn’t one that brought joy or satisfaction. It had only brought anger and pain.

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Mojo was not the only one feeling pain. HIM was still awake, ruminating over everything that happened that day. He said what he had wanted to say but he wasn’t left with the satisfaction he thought he would get.

Instead HIM felt empty. He hated fighting with his husband. Before they had gotten together, picking fights with Mojo was amusing to him. Now it felt wrong. Had he taken his anger too far?

No, I said what needed to be said. He needed to understand. It was for the best, he tried to console himself.

He climbed into bed, alone. He wished he hadn’t sent his husband away but he tried to ignore this feeling of regret.

The couple slept separately that night, and none of them found solace by the morning.

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For the next few days, Mojo tried to talk with Boomer every chance he got, but his son had graduated from sadness to anger. He refused to talk to him and turned away from his father.

On top of that, he was still receiving the silent treatment from his husband. The longer it took to get Boomer’s forgiveness, the longer HIM would stay resentful.

One day, a week after the incident, he finally got Boomer to agree to talk to him. The pair were in Boomer’s room, the tension in the air so thick it could be cut with a knife.

“My son, I owe you an apology. I made a promise to you and I did not follow through with it. I know how important this event was to you and I did not give you the time and attention that you deserve from me. I assure you it will never happen again.” Mojo said, trying to show his son that he really felt remorseful about the whole thing.

“It just sucked not having you there. I really wanted all of you guys to see us win, and that didn’t even happen. We lost. And that night, I heard you and pops fighting and I hate it when you guys fight. It made me remember when we were little and you would fight all the time.” Boomer said.

Mojo couldn’t really disagree with that. Before they got together and became better parents, he and HIM would argue about absolutely everything. He wondered what kind of effects that had on their children. The first thing they had agreed upon was to never fight in front of their kids again. This had been successful, up until a week ago.

Their boys may not have been in the room that night, but Boomer certainly heard everything that was said.

“I apologize for that son. Your father and I should have known better than to argue with you boys nearby.”

“Dad?”

“Yes Boomer?”

“I love you. And don’t tell Brick and Butch I said that.” The blue Rowdyruff hugged his father.

“I love you too my son. And you should know that Brick and Butch say that same phrase as well. Those two are not as tough as you might think. Sometimes Brick still has your father brush his hair for him.” Mojo revealed, returning the hug.

Boomer laughed. He suspected his brother was still getting his hair done based on its appearance.

Mojo stood, preparing to leave. “Hey Dad, before you go, make things right with pops. I want you guys to be happy again.” The blond smiled at his dad.

The villainous primate beamed at his child. Boomer had a good head on his shoulders.

“I will.” He closed the door and strode towards the bedroom he shared with his husband. It was time to make things right with HIM.

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HIM was sitting at his vanity, deep in thought. This past week, he had been feeling more and more guilty about his role in this whole situation with his husband.

The demon normally didn’t feel remorseful about much but this was eating at him. He knew that he had taken his anger too far and lost his temper. He had said a lot of things he now regretted and he wanted to talk with his husband about it.

But the ultimate evil was known for his stubbornness. The obstinate side of his mind told him to make Mojo come to him. He would not be the one to initiate.

However, HIM was starting to get tired of not having his husband around. The two of them had worked hard to build a strong, loving marriage and a stable, caring household for their children and he didn’t want one dumb fight to ruin all the changes they had made.

He decided that he needed to apologize for his role in the issue and stood up, ready to find his husband. He threw the door open, and nearly jumped out of his skin.

His husband was right there, also taken aback. Apparently Mojo had come to the same point that HIM had and was ready to talk.

“Darling, I need to speak with you.” Mojo stated, making eye contact with HIM.

“Oh, what a surprise! I was about to come find you because I need to talk to you too.” The demon responded.

The couple sat on their bed awkwardly for a minute, each one not quite knowing how to start. Then Mojo started to speak.

“I apologized to our son and he has chosen to forgive me. I figured that now is the time to apologize to you. I also made you a promise that I did not keep and I failed you. I was not the husband that you deserve and I am truly ashamed of myself.” He rested his hand on one of HIM’s claws. “I ask for your forgiveness my love.”

HIM smiled fondly at his husband. “I forgive you. And I need to apologize too. I shouldn’t have yelled at you or called you pathetic. I lost my temper and I’m sorry.” He stumbled over his words a little. The red skinned demon didn’t apologize for much so it was a little challenging for him.

“You are forgiven my jewel. However, we need to be careful with our fighting. Boomer informed me that he heard our exchange the other night.”

“He heard us?” A guilty look flashed in those beautiful green eyes. “That was my fault. I usually place silencing spells on our room so the boys can’t hear what goes on in here but I must’ve forgotten. I hope he wasn’t too upset.”

“He is fine now my beauty. Do not fret.” Mojo kissed HIM’s cheek, but before he could pull away, the demon pressed his lips to his husband’s and wrapped his arms around his neck. He laid down on the bed, gently pulling Mojo down with him.

“I love you.” HIM said once they separated.

“I love you too.” His husband replied. They laid quietly for a while.

“Honey?” HIM said.

“Yes darling?”

“You never apologized for calling me an infernal pest.” He jokingly teased.

“I only spoke the truth my dear. I have quite the pest problem.” Mojo retorted. The couple stared at each other then laughed.

“You should really take care of that then.” HIM said sultrily. He waved a claw, casting a powerful silencing spell on the room.

“What are you doing my jewel?” The other asked curiously.

“Making sure I don’t forget the silencing spell this time. I don’t think the boys need hear their parents… making up.” He licked his husband’s cheek and pressed kisses on where his tongue had been.

“You devious little minx. How loud do you expect to be?” Mojo grabbed a fistful of the imp’s silky, black hair.

“I expect you to make me scream.” He purred, narrowing his eyes challengingly.

Mojo paused, before slamming his lips onto his husband’s.

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The silencing spell was certainly needed that night. The couple lay together, out of breath and disheveled. HIM’s negligee was torn and his makeup was smudged. Mojo had lipstick marks all over his face.

“We should make up like that more often.” HIM naughtily suggested, waving his claw and cleaning them up.

“You certainly enjoyed yourself my vixen.” Mojo said, running his hands over his beautiful husband’s sleek skin.

“You certainly ruined my negligee.” HIM pouted. “This was lace you know, and lace is your favorite on me.”

“My apologies, my ruby. As lovely as it looked on you, it was in my way.”

“I was going to wear it for your birthday, but I can’t anymore.” He gestured to the torn fabric. HIM knew damn well he could magically repair it, but he was hoping to persuade his husband to get him another one. Things were so much more thoughtful when they were gifts.

“Very well. I will get you another one tomorrow.”

“Thank you honey.” HIM kissed Mojo’s chest, right where his heart was and rested his head there.

The pair traded “I love yous” and drifted off to sleep, the stress of the last week finally alleviated.

After that day, Mojo never missed one of his sons’ events again.

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