#i knew he was trouble when he walked in 🤣🤣

[yarrystyleeza]

Happy birthday tomorrow Yuna! Hope you'll have an amazing day ❤️❤️

As for a request... When I saw you would write for Daryl, I knew I had to send you something. Season 1 and 2 Daryl lives rent free in my mind, so can I please request:

"when they tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear while you talk" and "brushing against each other, even if there is enough room"

Thank you in advance and again, Happy birthday 😁❤️🎉

Awww thank you my love, sorry for answering this late, hope you didn't mind it, it was stupid of me! 😅💖💖💖

I was stuck with the plot of the request for the last two months until last night, I literally wrote this in less than 10 hours lol 🤣🤣🤣 hope you enjoy it, though, and sorry for keeping you hanging! 💖💖💖 You're so welcome and thank you for dropping this request and for the birthday wishes! 🥰🥰🥰

Little Things (D.D)

Requested by @munsonownsmyass

Pairing and dynamic: Daryl Dixon x female! reader, idiots in love

Prompt: fluff, s1!s2!Daryl, tucking hair behind ear, brushing against each other even if there's enough room + petnames for the cherry on top!

Word count: 1.4k!

Writer's note: I loved writing this one so much! As you lily, season one and two Daryl is my favorite Daryl era (beside S8). Not 100% proofread but I hope you really enjoy it, have a great day! <3

"Hurt y'self, little thin'?" He teased, watching you lying on the forest bed after your foot faltered and slipped you into the bottom of the hill. Your brows knitted, you rolled your eyes, he chuckled at the face you made, "alright, I'm comin'."

He slides down, smoothly, and a little bit pompously—with a smirk on his face. You can't lie—he made you smile though you desperately wanted to punch him right in the face.

He offered his hand to you and you accepted his help. At first, he let you wrap your arm around his neck as he walked you towards the hill exit—but as it turns out, you sprained your ankle so bad it was impossible for you to take another step. He scooped you in his arms and carried you back to the quarry.

And that's how you met Daryl.

You can't admit he wasn't a pain in the ass most of the time—if not always, getting on your nerves and driving you up the wall, it was so constant you started thinking he was doing it on purpose.

It kinda was. Daryl had serious troubles with conveying his emotions, and that idiot had a sickening crush on you ever since he saw you at the camp with the girls. He wanted your attention and he only got it when he drove you mad, so he tooled it in his advantage.

You were his favorite. You're the only one he talks to—other than his brother, Merle—and you, too, are the only one who wants to talk to him.

You too had a crush on him. His silly fights and bickering became more amusing to you—sometimes you couldn't even contain the smile drawn across your face when he's mad about something so stupid and could be fixed in complete silence, and when you gave him your smug face—it always drove him insane. You learnt he's quick-tempered, but these ones were visibly made up just to get a chance to be with you.

Daryl reminded you of those little boys in the playground when they used to ruin the girls' sand castles or pull their braids and ribbons just to get their attention. Ever since you came up to this conclusion—life has never been easier!

But things changed a little bit after the attack on the quarry. Daryl turned from only being a hot-headed idiot to be completely protective of you, but that doesn't mean he stopped getting angry—God forbid he does! But he got more reasonable and collected—around you, at least.

As soon as you got to the CDC, he grew closer to you, more friendly, more worried, more caring. He barely slept the night you spent there, checking on you every thirty minutes to make sure you don't need anything—despite you being a wall apart. It was adorable, and it stirred something in you.

Same night at dinner, right before you went to bed, he sat beside you as you dined, he made sure your plate was full and that you'd eaten well because 'it's been a while since you got a decent meal', he says.

And in the middle of the chaos the following morning—he solely cared for you, and not a thing was going to stop him from smashing Dr. Jenner's head that morning if it wasn't for you calming him down.

The two of you escaped in his pickup truck. But despite the horror you had just fled, you couldn't stop stealing glances at each other, Daryl was focused on driving but you spotted him staring at you with soft eyes a couple of times. Both of you blushed, multiple times—vividly, but you couldn't stop. Something was so amusing and sweet about the way he was looking at you, and you were so tempting to him he could stop staring at you even if he wanted to.

Now, staying at Hershel's farmhouse, Daryl turned out to be that sweet lovey dovey guy who'd absolutely melt under your touch—in complete opposite to the face he's been showing to everyone.

As you went out to search for Sophia, Daryl offered to accompany you. He kept brushing arms with you, pumping into your side, and gently holding your biceps to guide you as you walked. He kept putting himself between you and any threat, not letting you shed a drop of sweat—you were almost a passenger princess, but on foot.

But it was very obvious the night he got shot—your heart dropped when it happened, and when you learned it was your Daryl and not some misinformation. You couldn't watch as they took the bullet out, you couldn't watch him screaming in agony—yet you heard him from behind the door. It tore your heart into pieces.

The night fell as you sat on the chair next to his bed, your head dripping every couple minutes as you drifted in and out of sleep. Your head was heavy as a rock sinking in the ocean—yet you kept fighting Mr. Sandman back, shaking your head and rubbing your eyes and patting your face.

"Go to bed, pet," he softly demanded, "ye're tired from sittin' here all day," he extended an arm, gently placing it on your thigh and squeezing it chastely, "ya need some rest."

You shook your head, "I'm fine, Daryl," you shrugged, "it's not like it's the first time I stay up late."

Both of you stay silent, staring at each other with soft eyes. "Climb up in 'ere," Daryl says, his voice was tinted with plead "at least you won't have to keep droppin' yer head like a sippy chicken."

"No, Daryl," you shook your head in utter refusal, desperately trying to show him how awake you are despite craving a warm bed, "you need your own space. What if I accidentally hit your wound--"

"Come on, pet, you know you won't..." he softly smiles, shaking his head. You sigh and climb into the bed with him and he shares his blanket with you. He turns to face you, the moonlight is perfectly casted upon your faces, his blue eyes sparkled and reflected you like a looking glass. He grazes your cheek, tucking your stray hair back behind your ear and his fingertips linger on the skin of your neck.

"Get some sleep, love," he caresses your hair, "I won't need nothin' when ye're right next to me."

You woke up tangled up in his chest, it was warm and peaceful. You never wanted to slip out of his arms—if it wasn't for Hershel coming over to check on him and the men accompanying him.

Daryl got better as the days gone by. You started to see him in the kitchen fetching some biscuits or chips, he'd pump into you on his way out, brushing arms with you and glancing at you with his blueies and a smile. And if he's in the right mood, he'd take you off guard and peck your cheek, and you'd turn red and try to bite your smile. He caught it had quite the right effect on you, and he's been doing it ever since.

"Let it down, pumpkin," Daryl flirts as he snatches the scrunchie out of your hand as you tried to tie your hair, "love it when it's coverin' yer pretty face, gives me a reason to keep tuckin' it back."

"But we're going on a mission," you protest, "it would be dangerous for both of us!"

Daryl takes a run around the golden field and you chase him—but he overpowers you and you stop running, panting and clutching your chest as he giggles. He mischievously walks back closer to you, so you try to take it back, but he's taller than you, stretching his hand up with your scrunchie and shaking it to tease you. "Ya ain't tiein' it today, darlin'."

"Give it back!" you giggle as you jump to reach for your scrunchie, but he keeps stretching his arm above his head.

"Ye look so cute like that, pumpkin," he pulls a smug face as you lean forward against him, your chests compacting and you're an inch away from kissing.

"You could've told me you wanted to kiss me," you tease, not minding that he lowered his hand back down. He tucks your stray bangs behind your ear, ending up doing what he wanted to do all along.

"But it's more fun to watch ya tiptoe and lean on to me like that," he rounds you with his big arms, pulling you deeper into his chest with a Bastard smirk on his face, "it makes you even prettier, pet. These little things you do."

Likes and reblogs are appreciated, thank you for coming to my birthday sleepover celebration! 💞💞💞

#yarrystyleeza #daryl dixon #the walking dead #daryl dixon x female reader #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon x y/n #daryl dixon x you #daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl dixon fluff #the walking dead daryl #the walking dead fanfiction #daryl fanfiction #daryl twd #daryl x you #daryl dixon imagine #norman reedus

[mellowwillowy]

Hi~ I've been lurking in your blog for quite sometime ^^

It's your fault you got me hooked on Yulian so now you have to bear the consequences :)

How would Yulian react if like...their darling's children die be it from illness or whatever, but darling just loved them so much, and due to the loss they basically became a vegetable, like not reacting to anything, always blank, never answering, always dazed. And one day they want to take their life due to grief?

That's all see you later ^^

(also, your the first blog I've come across that the Yan hates or doesn't want kids. I remember reading it for the first time and just being like "wait—wait what? That's not....that's not how it works?????")

I love how you know it's darling's and not their children (adopted works too) to care for 🤣🤣

Since this scenario will never happen in Utopia, I'll do this for Dystopia~~ (ps: this has happened once in the story so I know what will happen out of instinct)

That will only fuel his dislike toward children. I mean, no hate here because he only loves you but these children are starting to get on his nerves. Man already dislikes having another living thing butting into his life (yes that's how it works for him lmaoo). You don't see a Yan! Husband does not want children that often right partner?

ꕤ — warnings — Graphic Thoughts! Self harm, attempted suicide

"Dear, at least eat something, even just a bit."

You sat there motionless like a doll. He hated it. He hated seeing you like a blank torn canvas, a walking dead– a corpse. Yulian brought the spoon into your lip and nudged your lip open, trying to force its way into your mouth. That was one thing, the second would be making you eat it.

You were practically asking to be sent to the hospital again, met with syringes that you feared so much. Why? Over those brats? He knew they were nothing but trouble but he just couldn't upset you even for one bit, that was the only reason why agreed to it.

And these brats ruined it all by dying before he ended them himself.

He should have just slammed their heads down into the table before they were buried, just like the good old times when kicked them down into oblivion, trapping their souls in the Graveyard.

But they sure were fortunate you were there to see their bodies one last time else they might be gone, ground into a lump of meat.

Yulian sighed as he took the bottle of pills into hand, hitting the end of the bottle for the pills to roll out into his palm.

"Here, take these supplements dear."

Yulian pinched your cheek with his thumb and index finger, urging you to open your mouth and swallow the pills. Except that, it's not supplements but drugs to seal your conscious mind.

This way, it'll be easier for him to listen to him.

This way, it'll be easier for him to pull you away from all the harm you've been inflicting on yourself. No more throwing yourself down the stairs, no more overdosing on pills, no more pricking your skin with needles and pens, and no more disobeying his words.

"Come dear, let's eat."

"Nnh."

(Uh I stopped mid-way... can't think of what to write next)

But yes, he will have to increase the drug's dose usage to control you overall.

#theatric guest #Yulian the Corruption #yandere oc #yandere x reader #LIfE Project

[mlmxreader]

I Want You To Stay | Alfie Solomons x nb!reader

anonymous asked: Alfie Solomons: Hello! You doing good? I hope so 🖤. May I please humbly request of you something using the following prompts for Alfie Solomons X non-binary, male, or gn!Reader: "What's got you in such a bad mood?"+"You're a fucking asshole"+"Stay with me" (For this one, if it's possible and not too much trouble, could the prompts be used for the same reader from Feisty? Maybe it leads them to confessing feelings?? But if not, that is more than okay! I'll love whatever you're able to come up with 🖤🖤🖤). Thank you so very much 🖤🖤! And I'm so sorry for the absolute spamming of your inbox/notifications 🤣. 🐍anon

summary: you had to eventually come to terms with how you felt for Alfie, you just don't want him to know about them.

tws: swearing, mild threats

PART ONE: FEISTY

PART TWO: ACCEPTANCE

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"Stay with me."

The three simple words that had kept Alfie tethered to you for months. Refusing to leave you, constantly annoying you every second of every day; but when he wasn't around, you had to admit - you missed his presence. Massively. He was a thorn in your side, but when he wasn't around, you hated it.

You felt like something had been taken away from you. But you would never tell him that, you couldn't; he was already insufferable, he would be a thousand times worse if you told him that you actually liked to have him around.

That you actually enjoyed the mornings you spent together; you would feed Cyril, his dog, while he fetched the papers. You would always leave the puzzles for him to do. He would make tea while you got breakfast together; you would get washed and dressed for the day while he did the washing up.

He would get washed and dressed while you took Cyril for a quick walk. You fit together nicely, if the truth was told.

But you could never tell Alfie that you actually liked having him around; he would be so insufferable about it, and you couldn't have that. For months, he had been trying to convince you to admit that you even liked him a little bit, and would be an absolute dickhead when you grumbled and failed to come up with anything clever to bite back with.

You liked your mornings with Alfie.

But you preferred the evenings. Alfie always cooked while you took the dog out, and he was a fucking good cook; you would wash up while he got the puddings ready. After eating, you would spend hours sat at the dinner table talking about everything and nothing all at once until you were both too tired; he stopped sleeping on your sofa about a week into his refusal to leave.

You would snuggle into his side - always denying it the morning after - and he would hold you close while you slept. Sometimes you could muster up enough energy to talk to him while lying in bed, usually until you eventually dropped off; sometimes words didn't need to be said, and Alfie would feel you fall asleep almost instantly while he smiled and, for a moment, watched you sleep.

He did the same in the morning. He was always awake before you. It didn't matter if you had gotten to sleep earlier, he would still wake up before you and spend the first few minutes of the day just looking at you, admiring you.

It had been months, and the men from Birmingham hadn't made an appearance since. But Alfie wouldn't leave, and although you knew he would one day, you wished he wouldn't. You had gotten too used to him being your… companion, of sorts. You had gotten too content with the usual mundane routines that worked around his job and yours.

If he had nothing to do at his own work, he would come down to the shop and linger like maggots to a corpse. Sometimes he would bring flowers. You always threw them out. It always made him laugh.

Today wasn't any different. The early, early hours of the morning had trickled in, and you had gotten up with a groan and a stretch; the first time ever that you had gotten up before Alfie, you propped yourself up on your elbow and sighed. Your gaze landed on his face. He looked so peaceful.

His eyes closed and his mouth slightly agape, snoring quietly. His beard was starting to go grey, as was the hair at the sides of his head. He looked so pretty. You couldn't resist it, watching him for a moment, daring to lay a hand on his chest, feeling it rise and fall.

Alfie groaned, daring to open one eye. He grinned. "You were watchin' me sleep."

"Fuck off, I was not," you huffed. "I was just making sure that you were still breathing… unfortunately you are."

He laughed softly, squirming to sit upright as he stretched and yawned. "Why are you up so early?"

"You ask like I know the question," you rolled your eyes, shaking your head as you folded your arms across your chest and sat against the headboard.

"Just fuckin' talk to me," he grumbled. "Why do you have to be such a feisty little shit all the time?"

"Oh, go fuck yourself!" You scoffed. "You're a fucking asshole, Solomons."

Alfie couldn't stop himself from smiling as he looked at you. "What's got you in such a bad mood? Woke up on the wrong side of the bed?"

You smacked his shoulder. "Go shit in your hands and clap, bellend."

He laughed, the sound making your heart pound for a moment. "C'mon. Admit that you like me, treacle."

"There'd be no fucking point," you growled. "It'd only stroke your fucking ego."

"It wouldn't," he said softly, gently cupping your jaw and forcing you to look into his eyes. "I promise you, it wouldn't… ain't broken any of my promises yet, have I?"

"I fucking hate you," you muttered, your gaze going to his lips. You swallowed thickly, unable to stop yourself, your body acting quicker than your mind as you closed the distance.

He kissed back immediately, smiling into it. It was gentle and slow, and it wasn't long until he brought you onto his lap, his hands on your waist to keep you close even when you pulled away.

"You don't hate me that much," Alfie joked. "Do you, sunshine?"

Your hands went to his chest as you sighed. "Maybe not… maybe… fuck's sake, I hate you but I do like you."

"There we go," he beamed, daring to steal another quick kiss. "Was that so hard?"

"You keep teasing me, and I will make sure that I fill out all the puzzles in the newspapers," you threatened.

Alfie nodded, trying not to laugh loudly. "You made your point, no need to get feisty… you gonna give us another kiss?"

"You gonna fucking ask nicely for once?"

"Please," he said softly. "Give us another kiss, please."

#mlem writes #alfie solomons x y/n #alfie solomons x you #alfie solomons x reader #alfie x reader #alfie solomons imagine #alfie solomons fanfic #alfie solomons fluff #alfie solomons one shot #alfie solomons #peaky blinders imagine #peaky blinders fic #peaky blinders fanfic #peaky blinders fanfiction #bbc peaky blinders #peaky blinders #peaky blinder fanfic #peaky blinder imagine #tom hardy x reader #tom hardy imagine #tom hardy fanfic #tom hardy

[oh-three]

TBB S3E4:

Man, that shuttle is in rough shape.

"We have to land." / "A little hard to do when nothing's working." Ayyy, banter.

"Your future, however, is less certain." He doesn't trust her for a second and that's completely fair.

Omega thinking the Empire followed them, and Crosshair explaining that they were already there is actually really funny to me.

Is that a baseball cap? In Star Wars?? That helmet is horrendous.

Oh my god, Omega learned too much about seedy employers from Cid 😭

Omega and Crosshair barely know each other and have such a great dynamic already, I love them.

"And if you lose?" / "Well,...I guess we'll be in more trouble." 🤣

Oh no, Imp officer.

Something tells me this is where Omega loses.

"That shuttle looks like one of ours." How observant.

"Never seen you or your DAD around before." Crosshair is part of the Dad Batch now confirmed.

The captain took that loss well ngl.

LMAO. He was just trying to catch gamblers by breaking the law himself. Way to get back half his money. 😭

WAIT, WAIT, WAIT. We know by trailers that Omega ends p back at Tantiss, and that Crosshair ends up back with the Batch. They can only afford to bribe the port guy for one ticket. FUCK.

Oh, nevermind. They still somehow have enough, she had a good day. It was a good theory, though.

I hate to agree with Crosshair, but...

"If you wanna go, then go." 😭

She's gonna get caught trying to get Batcher back. That's what's happening. The captain's not stupid, he's probably figured out who they are.

Ahh, Cross came back, I remain in fear.

YEP. KNEW THAT WAS A TRAP.

Is Lau the town or the planet?

Crosshair's "finally" before he let out that first shot. My man is so happy for Omega to agree with him for once.

That's a hell of a stampede.

Ayyy, bye, Cap. You should've taken them in when you had the chance at the bar. Now, you're dead.

That went well.

The shot of the stormtroopers around the crashed shuttle reminding me of ants on an anthill.

THERE THEY ARE.

DUDE, THIS MUSIC MIGHT MAKE ME CRY.

Ayy, what an entrance, Hunter.

"I had help," and then there's Crosshair walking down the ramp, and my emotions are going crazy, and HE'S FINALLY BACK WITH HIS FAMILY. 😭

#bad batch #bad batch spoilers #tbb spoilers #the bad batch #tbb #star wars

[bolontiku]

Work things *siiiiiigh*

Long work shenanigans under cut

Gavin (work child #1) arrives, 5 minutes later... "Hey baker! Tell me if I am wrong, but I would rather suck man dick -"

Me "you are super pretty and I'm fairly certain you could make a lot of money sucking dick... be it man or otherwise."

"BAKeeeEEerrRrr!!"

"Right... right, just saying but go on..."

He sighs, "so... man dick or hairy pussy?"

Me blinking at him, "I'm old school, not like you youngins, I am from the old world where we wooed our women by singing soulful songs whilst splashing in the rain, hairy pussy is for no fool and I would still eat it."

He considers me a second "dick or... gross pussy?"

"Hobo gross? Yeah no, definitely dick, but grow up and learn that hairy pussy is still good you won't be pretty for the rest of your life" (tbh he's really pretty and likely to only grow prettier unless somebody throws acid or something insane like that)

Sebastian (work child #2) chatting with another coworker "yeah so we-"

Aggie, "Wait, this the same girl?"

Sebastian "naah, I broke up with the other one last month, this is the new gf, yeah, no BRO imma dawg!"

Me sighing heavily as I scrub my focaccia rings, she laughs "baker do you hear this?!

I shake my head as he visibly panics, "my work children out here being such HOES! My poor Victorian heart cannot take it, I feel faint, fetch me my fainting seat! I am disappointed and distraught!"

"Wait... Baker! I- we... were were only dating! It wasn't a real relationship- AND I broke up with her, like really! I didnt ghost her or anything! I did it to her face!"

Aggie laughing as he hurries over to me by the sink. I contain my chuckle, "so, you were a man about it?"

"Yes! TOTALLY! Like you said, I didn't just disappear! I promise!"

Me smil8ng "that's what DATING is, a time period to figure out whether you like the person to the point that you decide that you want to commit, and that's when it turns into a relationship. But that includes the commitment thing- which is gross, be a hoe."

He laughs.

Back to Gavin, he comes up as I'm speaking to a manager, "Baker, how do you tell your gf her mom is like... super hot?"

Me- 😮 manager 🤣🤣🤣

"Well the thing is- we did our workout and she tells me that her mom made us food and I like food-"

Me nodding "understandable"

"Then I walk into her home and her mom is cooking at the stove in like this nightgow thing! And my floor hit the fucking ground cause she is so hot! Like... RIDICULOUSLY HOT, not that my gf ISNT pretty, but her mom is so-"

Manager "waaaaiiiiiit! How old is her mom?!"

Gavin "not sure but she falls in my age range, which is like, 20yo to-" eyeballs the manager "...50...ish"

She laughs and I fistpump the air "I STILL FALL IN YOUR AGE RANGE IN MOT TOO OLD!!!" manager laughs as he smiles at me and nods "but your still too young for me and I'm so old my bones creak, but your valid for wanting the older chick bud, older women pull shit out of the hat that you never knew could be done and they just smirk at you after it's all done"

He nods enthusiastically, "spitting straight facts and I am legal now, 18 is legal"

Manager laughing"oh my gawd! You two are too much!"

Me dying as he stares at me and shoves him over "your legal enough to get in trouble for crimes and arson! Not old enough to drink asshat!" He cackles

Both boys "baker you're so cool"

Me 🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️ I'm too old for this shit. They gonna kill me hahaha

#chaos journal #tiku at work #my work boys #child 1 #child 2 #child reminds me of my godson in his little cocky attitude #child 2 reminds how false the sweet attitude can be #a bakers life for me

[madhatterbri]

Discipline | C.C.

Summary: “Nick told me you tried to scold him today. For what? That boy does nothing wrong. You’re the one who needs discipline”

Author's Note: just out here writing @99hook fantasy. ❤️ it's spicy but you know what's happening and so does Nick. 🤣

@1dluver13xx @midwestmade29 @theswitchbladessweetheart

Sorry if I forgot a Christian girl.

You walked into Christian's hotel room nervously. Any time the man needed you this late at night made your thoughts wander. Maybe it was to plan another attack on Adam, Darby, and Sting. Nothing particularly exciting happened on AEW that night. The last thing you expected was a smug eighteen-year-old crying on his shoulder.

"Want to explain why you embarrassed my son in front of the entire locker room?" He asked sharply. No sign of amusement on his face. You scoffed. My son. Yet when he needs something from you its our son.

"Nick was talking back to me. He-"

"He did nothing wrong. The locker room is a lion's den. One sign of weakness and the others will pounce," he reprimanded you in front of the teenager. Your cheeks blushed from embarrassment. He scolded you before but never in front of Nick. Lucha would stand up for you on occasion. This kid would watch you burn and drink the water to save you.

"He was talking back to me, Christian. He-"

"He is my image and a product of me. He is my prodigy. He does not need the locker room to turn against him anymore than they already have," Christian spoke harshly yet sighed. He lifted his hand up to give himself a breather. "If anything you need to be disciplined and I think it's time we do it tonight,"

Nick's eyes lit up as he smirked at you. He never liked you being with Christian. You stole his second father's attention from him and it made him nuts. Christian rubbed his son's back caring Nick to sniffle once more.

"It's going to be okay, son," Christian spoke and hugged Nick. Your stomach turned as fresh tears fell down Nick's face. He whispered something to Christian. "No, no, no. You didn't do anything wrong my perfect little prodigy. Your name, say sorry to Nick,"

Your nostrils flared in annoyance and your face turned red. Tears pooled from frustration. This punk was going to be the reason you all failed. He was getting his way again. You smiled bitterly. Nick looked at you waiting for his apology.

"I am sorry, Nick. I don't want the locker room to turn against you," you muttered through gritted teeth. He smiled triumphantly one last time before wishing his father a good night. He stuck his chest out as he walked past you and out the door. "Good night, Christian,"

"I do not remember dismissing you," Christian warned and grabbed your arm. You spun around to him pressing you against the wall. His lips collided with yours. His body pressed into you to keep you against him.

The patriarch had a way of making you want more. His hands slid up your legs and wrapped them around his waist. You could feel his desire against you. He stepped away from you to catch his breath.

"He's been such a trouble lately, Christian," you whispered while trying to soak in enough oxygen before he went in for round two.

"I know it's that mother of his really did a number on him but your behavior in the locker room was unacceptable. Get on your knees and crawl to me. Since you like running your mouth I think I found another use for it,"

Christian sat on the bed. Your heart pounded so loud you could hear it clear as day. Cheeks flushed at his request. He never used sex as a punishment before. The unknown made you nervous yet excited.

That night Nick Wayne knew he would never book a room next to Christian again. He had a pillow over his ears to try to block out the noise yet the two of you were so loud. Even Luchasaurus couldn't block out the sound with his growling and snoring. The prodigy heard everything.

Every moan and whine that came from you. All the gags that he started to wonder if you were doing intentionally. The way he demanded you to look in his eyes while you sucked him off. The banging of the headboard against the wall. He was only able to get an hour sleep before the alarm went off to remind him to get ready to go to the airport.

You stepped out of the room wearing yesterday's clothes and a smile. The boy that started this would come out of his room any second. You heard the alarm clock in Christian's room. Sure enough the little brat walked out looking exhausted.

"Oh gosh, I'm so sorry, Nicky. I hope we didn't keep you up," you fake apologized and smiled. He glared at you and walked past you.

#fanfiction #imagine #aew #christian cage #nick wayne #aew christian cage #christian cage spice

[herzgeist-writes]

(I feel like Mariah Carey when right after Halloween, lol🤣)

Anyways, would it be a problem writing a little scenario with fem!reader comforting Law during one of those sleepless night of his? Maybe by kissing the spots where his vitiligo is visible or by tracing the outline of his hands/chest tattoo while reassuring him?

Just pampering and showering him with sweet words and soft cuddles for a stressed captain who neglects himself too much because he "feels" that it's the only way to prevent his crew or his special one from getting into trouble (or worse).

Pairing: Vitiligo Law x fem!reader | Word count: 1.6k | Warnings: none

Synopsis: Nothing but sinister thoughts are the reason for the Captain’s unease. The eery of insomnia shows it’s face, leaving him wandering around the Polar Tang, lost to anxiety. As his significant other, you are determined to find the sore spot and bring solace to that overworking mind. So you let your fingertips do the talking, in hopes to cradle this insomniac to sleep.

A/N: Miri you’re so mellow - I love your mind! Thank you for this beautiful request. So I hope I did your thoughts justice with this one. Have a wonderful day mi amica :3 [click me]

Dividers by cafekitsune ~

Cold. A stinging cold emits onto inked digits as they graze along the submarine’s metallic porthole. The dark blue swims along the thick glass, shimmering in cyan - reflecting on the Captain of Heart’s tired face. Dived into the waters, the Polar Tang weightlessly soars through the ocean’s depths, low hums of motors sounding off omniously.

Insomnia weighs over Law’s shoulders, hence he decided to take a walk through the sub’s corridors instead of cramping up in his office. Battling his inner wars, he counts the matters stuck in his thoughts - poneglyphs, the will, the one piece . . mysteries gnaw his brain, leaving the doctor with a pounding headache. Tense, his palm rubs his sore neck, lifting the hat to slide up stray raven hair strands. Sleep is what he needs, yet isn’t able to comply.

Simply explained, anxiety has Law in a chokehold, constantly afraid of the expected unexpected - such as ambushes, sea kings, turbulences or inconvenient weather circumstances. It all spirals up, worsening his deprivement. However, to know his crew is safe and sound, hearing the soft snores and steady huffs coming from the sleeping quarters, is what keeps the Captain sane, assured to a certain extent.

The water grants him some sort of comfort, seeing it glide by the porthole, the cold colours hypnotizing him - the numb feeling, noise cancelling his ears when diving in it resembling his current state.

“My love, come to bed, it’s almost morning.”, a soft coo tears him out of his train of thought, turning around only to find you standing there in your pyjamas, his woman who rubs her eyes gently from drowsyness. Concerned he asks: “Did you stay awake again because of me?” - “How couldn’t I? I’m worried about you.” Heavy footsteps drag themselves your way and the tall and slightly slouched figure towers over you. Warmth caresses your cheek as you look up at him, feeling his thumb drawing circles over the round of your face. “How many times have I told you not to risk your own health for me?”, Law furrows.

Leaning into his touch, you welcome the affection and sigh in strain: “No matter how many times you tell me, I can’t bear seeing you this upset and overattentive every night.” Gently, you grab his wrist and pull him along, beckoning him to follow you to your shared room. Like an obedient puppy, one that doesn’t like to admit that fact, he goes behind you, his arm being dragged infront of him and taking smaller steps in order not to accidently crush you.

The door creaks open and you practically shove the drained supernova into the room, who knew a slender and thin frame like his is heavier than it appears to be? Perhaps it’s only his stubborn resistance, opting him to buck like a donkey. How troublesome.

Finally he begins to undress, symbolically speaking getting rid of the already mentioned weights on his shoulders, putting aside his royal blue feather coat, vest and jeans, ending up in only his boxers. Hopping onto the mattress, you watch as he flings his fluffy white hat away and cracks his fingers, hearing the tensity in his knuckles. The sound sends shivers down your spine and you whimper painedly. In amusement, Law huffs at your small whince and sinks onto the bed next to you, your body dipping into the plush. “You’re way too sensitive, sweetheart.” - “Says who?”, a deep hum comes your way and you accommodate it with a warm smile.

“I do. I would even write a report on it, signing it with my full concent as a doctor.” - “You’re basically saying I’m mentally unstable! Go away!”, playfully you push against his shoulder, earning a sassy chuckle from Law, who flashes his trademark smirk at you. Shuffling back closer to you, he lets his index hover over your arm and you observe his hand closely, enticed by the black of his embellishment imprinted on his patchy skin. “First you force me to follow you and now you want me gone? I can’t call that stable.”, he jests, but you’re too focused on his hand to counter his remark.

He notices your absentmindedness and lures you further, placing his palm onto the back of your hand and carefully stroking it. Oh how you fall for him and his traps, it’s too easy for him, aware of how much you adore his touch. “Hello? Are you still with me, my heart?”, the mused rumble rips you back to reality and you titter in fluster, apologising for your slip. Your little mannerisms delight the surgeon immensely, enraptured by your carefree and peaceful minded behaviour. Adorable isn’t even close to a suitable description for you.

Mirroring his ministrations, you trace the tattoo on his arm, occasionally glazing over his bleached spots. As if electrified, now he is the one flustered from the sudden tenderness. Soft words reach his ears: “Would it help if you talked about your inner struggles to me? You know, so you can get a shut eye?” Uncertainty plasters over his expression, sweat dropping to your offer. Almost growling, he tracks your fingers that draw along the Vitiligo painted onto him. “I doubt- I’m not sure.”, he corrects deftly before starting his former intentions, earnestly overthinking your question.

“I respect it if you’re not comfortable with it, but promise me you unwind now, here with me. Alright?”, emotions, he didn’t know were exsitent in his system, wash up his mind, listening to your care. Promptly you ask him to lie down and you heave yourself on top, straddling him. Gingerly you ask for his hand once more and he lays his trust in your palm. With light pressure you knead his knuckles, speaking to your lover in whispering manner: “Let me tell you something. Every problem forms into pain somewhere in our bodies. They’re signals to let us know, that we need to work on these topics, or else we’ll suffer even more pain in the future. So tell me, where does it hurt?”

That is a bold statement you delivered, cogs visibly spinning to your vast input, Law raises a brow at you. “Do you truly believe in that shamanic nonesense?” - “Just think about it. All your nerves are connected to your brain, which bears with those struggles. Where do you think the excessive bad energies go?”, if given some thought, your point is fairly taken. The Captain hoists the white flag, accepting whatever you’re up to. He indicates to his hands being caressed, explaining how cramped and taut they feel.

Massaging out the tightness, you inspect every inch of him, bit by bit palpating the sore muscles and sinews. Your nails glaze the jolly roger, flowing down to his next tattoo on the lower arm. From the ticklick sensation, you come to notice a tiny set back, for Law pulls back his arm subtly and muffles a supressed ‘Mhm’ in response. “Ticklish?” - “Not in the slightest.”, his quick retort makes you laugh and you continue your quest of calming that poor soul down.

White pigmentations enhance, what resembles a cog wheel’s black lines, as if an artist went crazy blending colours. Switching to his torso, there you find a strongly heaving ribcage, regular air intake caused by your velvety touches. Your palm weighs onto Law’s stomach, being subtly pushed against, him anticipating your contact.

You visualise the image before you, recognising the man slowly giving in to tiredness, for a yawn escapes him. Law stretches his arms and legs, exhaling deeply and watching you marvel the artwork on his skin. Tracing the grinning face on his sternum, you purr: “I can hear your heart even from here.” - “Wow, what a discovery, (Y/n)-ya.” His response lures a chuckle out of you, presuming your ongoing.

Lowering yourself, pressing your chest onto his, the pounding muscle in his torso competes to yours - both of you are elated, roused from the mellow sensations you gift him. It gives you joy, seeing him relax and loosen up. Divine, is what you think, inching closer to that austere face of his, wanting to kiss those lips until you and him are left drunk and yearning.

Automatically, your hands rustle his sideburns and goatee, flowing along his jaw where the Vitiligo partly shows it’s pale hues. More, Law’s greed longs for more of you, thus he grabs your thighs, lifting you nearer and envelops your cherry like plumpness. Sensual lip-locks elicit a low moan out of you. This dialogue of affection is double-sided, an answer disguised as a satisfied hum returns to your audible rapture. Before he pulls back, his teeth prod your lips playfully, earning a surprised gasp from you.

Resting his palms on the small of your back, steel eyes stare deeply into yours. This is what he fears. Afraid, terrified to lose. These exact moments remind him of how feeble life is. How it could stop on a dime. If fate decides to take you away from him, he wouldn’t know what to do with himself. “Don’t leave me.”, he musters to offer you insight to his worries and you respond with gentle pecks on the corner of his mouth, peppering along the splashes of white. You do not dare form your reassurance in words, but only through actions - simply pressing your forehead against his.

Law wraps his arms around your waist, holding you tight, muscles tensing up again. He craves your embrace, lids shut close and concentrating on your warmth as you guide your fingers through his black hair, fondling the sensitive spot right behind his ear, telling him mutely to disperse the darkness out of his fogging head.

If humans were able to, this is where he’d turn into a purring mess, finally letting go. Content, he drifts off into dream land with you in his arms, never letting you go. In the end, there was a long needed rest for the wicked.

#one piece #one piece law #fanfiction #x reader #trafalgar one piece #fanfic fluff #law x fem!reader #law x female reader #law x y/n #No rest for the wicked!

[sparklepocalypse]

Welp, we're just gonna ignore the fact that I managed two entire Fic Rec Fridays before completely failing to do a third two weeks ago. 🤣

I Knew You Were Trouble When You Walked In by doeeyedgirlyevil [E; 72.5k words]

There he stood. Frozen. In the presence of a man who Henry was willing to swear before Queen and country, under pain of death, was the single most beautiful person on the face of the planet, and possibly several galaxies beyond. A man who possessed the kind of magnetic pull that could persuade Henry to believe in a Catholic God. A man Henry needed to get at least 800 kilometres away from before he caused an international scandal in a tea room at Kensington Palace. - Henry has a new equerry. And he's too hot for Henry's fragile, gay heart to handle. (AKA the Alex as Henry's equerry AU that I'm sure someone asked for)

get him alone by @congee4lunch [E; 103.5k words]

In which Henry Fox is June’s childhood best friend and Alex Claremont-Diaz is June’s younger brother. As the years pass, they tolerate each other at best and are downright destructive at worst. Until they begin falling into each other's beds.

Newton's Fourth Law by dilfpickles [E; 26.9k words]

In which Alex meets his new very attractive roommate through Reddit, downloads Grindr, and discovers some things about himself and his roommate in the process.

Don't Initiate a Handshake, Always Address Them Properly, and For God's Sake, No Tiaras Until 6pm by tuppingliberty [E; 63.3k words]

What happens when the White House decides to be proactive rather than reactive? Alex is brilliant and kind, but he's in need of a little polishing before he attends the royal wedding, and who to provide it better than Prince Henry? After all, they're both beholden to NDAs and with Princess Bea visiting as well, it's easy to pass off the two week visit as goodwill ambassadorship for both countries. No one has to know Henry is tutoring Alex.

So Alex is going to be left alone in the White House with his mortal enemy and three meddling sisters learning all about royal etiquette and protocol.

What's the worst that can happen?

Am I the Asshole? by @everwitch-magiks [E; 9.5k words]

In which Alex and Henry are college roommates, and a few thousand strangers think they should fuck.

#red white and royal blue #rwrb #rwrb fic #rwrb fic recs #fic rec friday

[ericcarrshairbrush]

Eric Carr x Reader but it's a fluffy smut bc y/n (female ofc) is a total anxiety freak who's part of KISS crew (best friend and someone who works for and help the band) and I'm picturing some sort of pre-show thing 😶‍🌫️

I'm sorry it took a while. But I had to find the right words haha. I really love this idea, and I hope it's how you picured it. And if you want anything changed let me know😌 Now I won't waste any more of your time. Let's just get right into it😅

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⚠️Extreme Smut⚠️

Also... I know the picture is from 1981

and not 1980 but... LET'S JUST SAY IT IS🤣🤣

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{🤍The drummer isn't so innocent after all🤍}

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It's a Sunday morning in July 1980. The window shakes and rattles by the strong wind blowing outside, waking you up from your sleep.

You grunt and throw the pillow over your face to try and muffle the incredibly, annoying sound from the window.

You clunch the pillow and let out a roar as you throw it across the room. Stroking your palms over your face before angleling your head towards your alarm clock.

"FUCK!" You shout out as you throw yourself out of bed.

You jump around the apartment with your pants half pulled up in complete and utter stress before you throw yourself for the car keys and rush out the door.

You rush to your car and insert the key. "Come on you bastard!" You scream out when the car doesn't start. "You goddamn pile of junk!" You hit the dashboard with full force, causing the engine to react.

When you finally arrive at work, you see Bill, their manager. Standing with his arms crossed and a tired expression on his face. “This is the fourth time y/l/n…” He sighs.

"I know I~" You tried to explain yourself, but you knew it would just be the same excuse as always.

"You overslept..." He continued, knowing exacly what you were going to say.

"I'm sorry! I... It won't happen again!"

"It better not!"

You opened your mouth to say something, but he just gave you a glare saying 'go to work.'

Since Eric was quite new to the band, he needed some help with his makeup, and since you always worked with him, and often talked, a friendship bonded.

"It's worse isn't it?' He suddenly asked as you helped him with his 'The Fox' makeup.

You stopped the brush, almost smearing the black paint over the white.

"What?"

"Your anxiety?"

You didn't answer, you just kept painting his face. Which caused him to grab your slim wrist with his big, veiny hand.

Your breath hitched as you looked down at his hand holding you, before meeting his eyes.

'His fucking eyes...' Your subconscious said blushing.

"Y/n..." He began, his brown eyes looking deep into yours. Continuing."...I've noticed... You can't concentrate and you have trouble sleeping."

He let go of your tiny wrist, leaving a weird disappointment over you. Because... You didn't want him to let go.

"I'm fine..." You just said, trying to ignore the sudden feeling he gave you... Desire...

"You're not."

"How do you know that?"

"Because your hands are shaking."

'It's you who's causing that...' Your subconscious softly whispered.

"Hey..." He said, howering forward when you didn't answer. "...I know It's difficult for you but... I just want you to be okay..."

You didn't listen... Not at his words anyway...

'Imagine that fat cock under that tight costume of his.'

"I gotta go!" You said when you heard your subconscious.

"You okey?"

"Yeah! I just... I need to go..." You quickly walked away. Entering the closet, where you kept all of their costumes and shoes.

You instantly closed the door, putting your knuckles against your skull while breathing heavily. Why did you just think that? That has never happened?! "What the fuck y/n?!" You said to yourself.

You clenched your eyes as you heard his voice call your name on the other side of the door.

"Y/n? Are you alright?"

'No... Because I just thought about your cock...' You thought to yourself, and as you did. You felt a comfortable lump form in your throat, swallowing it down.

"Y/n... I'm... I'm coming in..." He said with his soft, innocent voice as he turned the doorknob to the closet.

You slowly turned around, facing the door as he stepped in.

"What are you doing?" He asked as he reached his hands up, moving your arms down, your knuckels away from your skull.

That same touch... The touch he gave you at the desk moments ago.

He was so gentle, yet you could feel every muscle.

"I was thinking..." You lied...

"In the closet?" He chuckled. His chuckle... His voice... His touch... He was making you feel so many things, things you couldn't explain.

"Hey... You sure you're alright?" He asked. You just ignored him. You didn't know what to say. The closet was so small, and you were so close to eachother.

"Y/n..." He said in a whisper as he put his thumb under your chin, tilting your head up to look into his eyes. "...What's wrong?"

"Eric..." You bit your lip... Not knowing how to continue.

He now also seemed to notice how close you actually were, since you saw the look in his eyes change.

Your breathing became heavier as that same lump formed in your throat, that comfortable... horny... lump...

'Kiss me! Kiss me Eric!' Your subconscious yelled.

He started stroking your bottom lip with his thumb, inching closer. "What are you doing to me?" He said, voice low.

You just looked at him, you were so shocked, so surprised, so horny.

"I don't know..." You said, nearly moaning from the clenching deep down in your stomach.

"Fuck the others!" He then said after hearing your voice, locking the door behind him as his lips pressed against yours.

You gasped in shock, making his tongue slip into your mouth.

Your hands instantly wandered up his chest, digging your fingertips into his shoulders as your tongues dances with eachother.

He moaned from the sensation and pushed you against the wall, making some things fall down the shelves.

You gasped into your kiss as his hard boner pressed against your pelvis.

You eagerly started unhooking his belt, hearing it rattle as the metalic peices collided.

He went down and kissed your neck, pressing his big hands against your breasts. Your nipples hardening at his touch.

You moaned, but bit your lip to not be too loud, not wanting the others to hear you.

"Fuck, your moans make me so hard!" He groaned as he reached up again. Kissing your lips hard as he slid his muscular hands down, unzipping your pants and sliding them off your feet.

You moaned into his mouth as you felt his hand carres your now naked leg, lifing it up against his hip.

His other hand slid down under your panties, sliding one finger between your folds.

"You're so wet..." He whispered into your kiss , feeling your legs begin to weaken as the muscles deep down in your abdomen began to clench in the most pleasurable way.

He began making circular movements before sliding in two of his wide fingers into you.

You moaned out as you threw your forehead against his shoulder, feeling the muscles clench even more, and you couldn't control the noises that came out of you.

His hand shaked in your panties as he curled his fingers up and down rapidly, hitting all of your sensitive spots.

You gasped for air, tearing up as you tightened around his fingers.

You were so close, but right when you were about to come, he removed his fingers.

You looked up at him in despair and confusion. Why did he stop?

You swallowed hard as you watched him put the fingers in his mouth, tasting your salty aroma.

He slid them out slowly before removing his shirt, revieling his hairy chest.

Then you heard that same familiar rattling sound... His belt...

You glanced down, seeing his hand, then his other, unzip his pants and slide them off.

You instantly bit your lip as his hard, thick, veiny cock sprung free. It was so huge... So thick... And you felt your arousal return, but this time... Even more intense.

You've heard people speculate on it's size, that it was around 10 inches or so. Well... They were right...

"Strip..." He commanded, his voice now more low and dominant...

'Fuck...' Your subconscious said speechless...

You quickly obeyed him, taking off the rest of your clothes before he snatched the panties from your grip, bringing them to his nose and sniffing them.

"Mmm...." He groaned. "You smell good." He thew them to the floor before pinning you to the wall again, and you arched your neck as he lifted you off your feet, placing your legs on each side of his hips as he positioned himself, slowly sliding in and filling you up.

You gasped for air as he stretched you out, feeling every nerve end explode in pleasure.

You teared up and moaned loudly as he began to move faster, feeling his cock grind against your tight walls. He groaned and found your lips, kissing you hard as he fucked you against the wall, grabbing one of your breats in his hand and squeezing it intensly as he bit your lip.

You felt something build up... Oh no... Already?

He also seemed to reach his climax as he started moaning more and louder.

"Fuck I'm gonna cum!" He growled out of your kiss, arching his neck as he grabbed both of your hips, switching up the angle a little, perfectly hitting your g-spot, making your vision go white as your eyes rolled back with your moan stuck in your throat.

You couldn't hold it back anymore... You couldn't...

And you came hard, squirting all over his cock.

He moaned from the sensation of your walls wrapping around him. Emtying his balls, his warm, salty load filling you up.

He let you down, making you fall into his arms. Your legs were shaking and exhausted and when you looked up... his makeup was all smeared. His black fox features had melted from his sweat, running down his white face.

And when you cleaned yourselves up, put your clothes back on and went out... Everyone was looking at you... Which made you realize...

Everyone heard everything...

#eric carr #kiss #kiss band #smut #fan fiction #fanfic

[nokacchan]

I Like U | BaseBall Boys Series | Kim Seungmin

pairing : kim seungmin x fem!reader

genre : fluff // mention of bullying (very light) // seungmin contemplating 🤣

note : not read proof or proof read whatever so... 🫠✌🏻

summary : The puppy-like Kim Seungmin has everyone's hearts blown away. When he saw a girl getting bullied in the cafeteria for the first time ever, he felt his heart torn into pieces. Immediately covering the girl with his jacket before the bully could even drench her in milk. Everyone was surprised to see him helping the girl out but what they didn't know was that the girl they were bullying was someone who meant a lot to him. Even though she decided to break their friendship without any reason, his little crush on her never stopped.

OTHER MEMBERS

It always hurts to break your friendship apart especially when no reason is told. You didn't hate seungmin neither did he hate you. However, in the 2nd week of university, everything went downhill. Seungmin didn't know what was going on.

You always watched him from afar. He looked happy with his new group of friends. Thinking to yourself, maybe it was better that way. Your avoidance led to your friendship being torn apart silently. This kept on going for the past 1 year until...

Seungmin aggressively stood up, heading towards the direction where a crowd of girls gathered. The boys looked at him bewildered. "Seungmin! Where are you going—". The sound of a drink splashing was heard. Students near them gasped in surprise.

The boys jaws dropped as they witnessed the supposed female victim of the bully being shielded by seungmin. Never had they seen seungmin interact with her which took them by surprise.

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"s-seungmin?". The familiar scent you longed for. You sobbed quietly. You felt a coat cover your body as the sounds of the milk dripped down the floor. You dared yourself to look up in his direction.

"Are you alright?". The first thing that came out of his mouth. He was drenched in milk but seemed to be unbothered by it. You nodded hesitantly. He helped you stand up, immediately pulling you to stand behind him. You gripped tightly onto his coat that he drapped across your shoulder.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING!", He yelled at the group of girls in front of him. The girl nearest to him, flinched in surprise. Everyone in the cafeteria had their eyes on the event unfolding. The well known baseball player of their school & notable known for being school's sweetheart was suddenly gone. It was as if he had changed his persona.

His jaw clenched. You had never seen him this angry before despite knowing for almost a decade. "she was being rude so I had to teach her a lesson", the girl tried to reason. The girl had her hands, palm to palm, begging for him to believe her little pathetic lie. It was obviously a little far fetched.

Seungmin scoffed in disbelief. He clicked his tongue. "Really? I saw everything that happened from afar. So you're telling me, drenching her in milk would solve the problem!?....you know what. I'm not going to waste my time on people like you. I'll make sure the headmistress suspense you from this university. Even better if she expelled you", he spoke in a threatening tone. The group of girls immediately ran away.

You bite your lips. Slightly self-conscious at what trouble you were getting yourself in. Seungmin turned his body. He grabbed your arm, dragging you along with him. "Let's go y/n. We don't entertain people like them". Everyone watches as the two of you walk out of the cafeteria.

"How long has this been going on?", seungmin sat across you on the bed. You covered your face, not daring to face him. You knew he was furious.

"Y/n, talk to me... please", he pulled your hand away from your face. He gently wiped away the fallen tears on your cheek. You hesitantly nodded your head. He looked at you for approval before pulling you into a hug.

You rested your head against his chest. You gripped onto his shirt tightly. Seungmin left a kiss on the top of your head. His left arm, gently stroking your arm, hoping you would calm down sooner.

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The boys peeped through the slightly ajar door to seungmin's room. They had no idea who you were or how you were connected to seungmin. The way seungmin looked at you, it was as if he knew you for years.

"Check this out", Felix whispered, gaining the boys attention. Moving quietly away the seungmin's door, making their way back to the living room. Felix pans seungmin's phone towards their direction.

"Girlfriend? Ex girlfriend? Crush?".

Seungmin was always very cautious. He never left his phone laying around. Well unfortunately he had entirely forgotten about his phone that he left it in Felix's hand.

The phone was unlocked. An immediate picture of you and him hugging was revealed. Judging by the photo, they could tell, it was taken during seungmin's high school days.

Whoever you were, you must have played a big role in his life for him to defend you like that in front of the whole school.

The girls involved in the bullying case were expelled. The school couldn't tolerate bullying cases. Especially since multiple victims had come forward to testify.

Seungmin and you talked things out. Eventually you got back to your usual bubbly self that he knew in highschool. You knew he meant well. You just wished you had the guts to tell him about the bullying.

However the aftermath definitely made seungmin more cautious. He always sticking by your side. Whenever he had practice, he would force you to wait for him. He was worried if anything bad would happen again to you.

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"Seungmin, I'll be fine! I swear!", you tried to walk away from him. He only blocked your only way out. "No. You're not leaving school without me. You know I mean well", he stood closer to you. You sighed. You cupped his face.

"Min. I know you mean well but that incident happened like 3 months ago. The school already blacklisted the girls from entering the university. You got to let it go", you gently caressed his cheeks.

Seungmin pouted. "Fine...just call me when you reach back your dorm". You smiled. "I will, now you sir, need to get back to your baseball training". You nudged his shoulder towards the door.

He dramatically rolled his eyes at you. He ruffled your hair. "Promise?" "Yeah yeah promise". You linked your pinkie with his. He smiled, being satisfied with your answer.

He walked out of the school building. He momentarily stopped walking, turning to look at you.

"Bye! Remember to call me!", He yelled.

You gestured to him to go which made him squint his eyes at you. You giggled at the sight as you watched his figure become smaller in the distance.

"What's up with you being all moody today", Jeongin spoke, opening his changing locker. Seungmin pouted while shrugging his shoulder. "Nothing~", he sighed. Jeongin let out a laugh as he watched seungmin eyed his phone.

"You are waiting for her to call you, right?". Jeongin patted seungmin's shoulder. Seungmin groaned, pushing away jeongin who was shirtless. "Put on your shirt bro. I don't need to see my friends shirtless". Jeongin laughed as he wore his baseball attire.

"You definitely like her— Oh look she's calling you". Seungmin immediately answered the call, making Jeongin laugh even more.

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"Took you long enough"

"Sorry~ I was changing anyways, are you coming over later?"

"Obviously"

"Stop being so pissy"

"Hmm"

"I'll see you later min"

"See you. Bye"

"Jeez...bye bye, love ya"

"....love ya too"

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Seungmin cheeks were heating up. A small smile made its way on his face. Luckily jeongin had left the changing room, leaving him alone. It was a normal thing that you two say back in highschool before parting ways but it felt so different when you're in university. At an age where most people would have a significant other.

"Maybe I do...still like her?...but does she?"

"What's up?", you rested your chin on his shoulder, looking at him.

He turned around, lips inches apart from each other. His eyes widened, immediately turning away. "Uh...nothing?". You rolled your eyes, wrapping your arms around his right arm. "Kim seungmin", you glared at him. He gulped, eyes trying to focus back at the screen, playing the latest k-drama.

He knew he had to talk it out with you. If he kept silent, it felt like he was going to explode. He paused the show before turning to look at you. "Don't get mad if I tell you". You nodded your head cheerfully with a huge smile on your face. He sighed.

"I like you", he shutted his eyes, waiting for your response. A few seconds passed without a word from you. Just as he was about to open his eyes, he felt you kissing his cheek. His eyes shot open. He was almost in disbelief.

"What?", you spoke nonchalantly. "You know I mean as a me having a crush on you, right???", Seungmin clarified. You nodded your head. Suddenly you pouted.

"What you don't believe I like you too?". He panicked momentarily. It made you laugh. "I'm serious min, I really like you too". It took him a couple minutes to digest the answer. When he did, he engulfed you in a hug.

"Oh my god, you scared the shit out of me". You chuckled as you hugged him back.

What a weird way to confess but he got you in the end.

The end.

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[ms-rampage]

Sold Off

Lloyd Hansen x Fem!reader (Y/n)

Summary: Your asshole, neglectful, and abusive father William sells you off in a bid without your knowledge.

Word count: 2.9k (I wrote this in a day while at work! 😳)

Warnings: Abusive asshole father. Mentions death of mother. Misogyny?. Language. Slight violence. Death. Smut, but its not intense hardcore porn just ehh. Soft Lloyd?.

I've read a lot of Lloyd Hansen fics, so I'm jumping (or yeeting my ass) onto the Hansen train! 🤣. Also I'm not responsible for the shit y'all read. Y/n's father's death totally wasn't inspired by this 😅 (it sorta is but more modern. I guess)

Y/L/N = Your last name

Y/n = Your name

You grew up being surrounded by heavily armed guards because of your father's "business". You knew deep down he hated you, because when you were born your mother died while having you, and your father wanted a boy, he pretty much blamed you for her death. He hired help to take care of you growing up because he simply didn't care about you unless you were a boy. His right hand man Mr. Levinson, looked after you, brought you food, books to read and pretty much watched over you. He watched you grow up, he's the exact opposite of your father, William, you weren't sure why he worked for him in the first place.

A few weeks after your 22nd birthday, your father had sold you off in a bid without your knowledge. Instead of selling some of his stocks, or other valuable assets from his "company", he sells you for a high price, and the man who had the highest bid was Lloyd Hansen.

You heard from some of your fathers goons what kind of man Mr. Hansen was, and you were terrified.

Mr. Levinson comforted you when you found out about being sold off like an animal in an auction, he's more of a father figure to you than your own father.

"How could he do this?!?." you cry into your hands, sitting at the edge of your bed, Mr. Levinson, or Ari, comfort you, sitting by your side. "I dunno Y/n, I tried to talk him out of it but he wouldn't listen. I told him he can sell some of his company's assets, I'm so sorry sweetheart, I really tried to stop him." he tells you, one of his hands on your shoulder.

"It's okay, I know you tried." you respond, wiping away the tears with your sweater sleeve.

Ari had known both your parents prior to you being born. At one point he said he'll help you escape your father, giving you money and turning away while you ran away, escape the manor, but he knew, and you also knew it wouldn't turn out good, for Ari at least, he'd be killed for doing that. He cared about you, but you didn't want him to risk his life for yours.

Talking about your mother, he mentioned she was an equestrian, an amazing one. You remembered your grandmother, your asshole father's mother took you to an equestrian event once when you were 7, and you fell in love with the sport, then your father found out, and got into an argument with her over it. You never went back to one after that.

Fast forward 3 days later, you finally meet Mr. Hansen face to face.

"Y/n come down here!." your father had called you downstairs. You hear his voice as you are reading your favorite book.

"I'm coming!." you shout back, to let him know you heard him. You knew why he was calling you, he never called for you unless you were in trouble. Mr. Hansen had arrived, and is gonna take you away from your home, but anywhere is better than living in this manor with your neglectful father.

You walk down the hallway, down the flight of stairs to the living room. You see your father, a few of his armed guards behind him, Ari who is looking at you with apologetic, sadden eyes, and the man of the hour Lloyd Hansen, and a few of his men.

"Y/n, this is Mr. Hansen." your father introduces you before saving a sip of his bourbon. You look over at the man with a 70s porn-stache, wearing a yellow, brown polo shirt, and beige slacks sitting on one of the fancy leather recliners.

Lloyd looks up, and down at you, probably imagining how you looked naked. "She looks better in person than in the photos you provided." Lloyd speaks up, setting his glass down on the table next to him.

Mr. Y/L/N rolls his eyes at his compliment towards you.

You'll admit, Lloyd is a handsome man, probably in his early 40s. You try not to blush at his comment but to no avail, he didn't look dangerous, but looks can be deceiving. His muscular biceps are eye-catching though, you can see the veins on them when he moves his arms as he sets down his glass.

"Thank you." you respond, giving him a soft smile in return.

"So are we good on the price for her?." your father speaks up.

Ari glares at him for even mentioning that in front of you. You can tell he wanted to say something, but bit his tongue.

"Don't worry Mr. Y/L/N, you'll get your money, I'll have my men wire it to you." he tells him, "I always keep my end of the bargain."

Your father nods in response, and turns to you, "Did you pack?."

You nod, "Yes, I did." You packed up clothes, books, and some of your personal belongings. You can't believe this was happening, your own father sold you off, and you don't even know why. A part of you wanted to know, but you also didn't want to know.

"Do you have any questions before you leave?." he asks you. Now this was your chance, your chance to know why he was doing this to you.

"Why did you sell me off?." you ask, trying to hold back tears.

Your father looks at you like you just asked the stupidest question he has ever heard in his whole life.

"Why? Because I can, and I need the money." he answers, not even thinking his cruel, harsh words through, "You've been nothing but a huge disappointment to me. You can be a problem to someone else."

Ari holds your arm as a form of comfort, his eyes starting to water as well. Tears threaten to escape your tear canals, your stomach churns and you feel like you're gonna throw up. Lloyd on the other hand, looks back and forth from you, and your father. He sensed there's more to why he wants to be rid of you.

You leave the room, and go back upstairs, tears streaming down your cheeks.

"A bit harsh on her don't you think?." Lloyd asks him, giving a side glare.

"She's been nothing but a burden." he tells him, before taking another sip of his bourbon.

A few hours later, you're on your way to Lloyd's villa, your father's words replaying in your head on repeat throughout the drive. Once arrived at the beautiful villa, Lloyd did give you some alone time for yourself, you also knew you'd probably sleep in the same bed as him, if it came down to it.

Another few hours later, it still took you some time to adjust but you did so rather quickly, Ari called to check in on you, he hasn't forgiven your father for what he had said, and did to you.

At some point, Lloyd did check in on you too, he found you standing on the balcony of your shared bedroom.

“Great view ain’t it?.” he says, folding his jacket, and putting it on the back of a chair.

You jump a little, you didn't hear him come in. You turn back to look at him.

"Yeah, it is." You respond, looking back at the view of the court yard, the maze, the fountain. You tried your best to remain calm because you didn't know this man very well, he bought you in an auction, you've heard he's a dangerous man who has killed people.

"Your father, he's quite the character." he says standing right next to you.

You take a deep breath, "He's a fucking asshole."

A chuckle comes from him, "That too." He places his hand onto yours, the size difference of your hands scares you a bit, he can easily choke you with one hand if he wanted to.

"Abusive. Neglectful. Abandoning you as a child, leaving you with the maids, butlers and sitters." He says, hand still on top of yours, "I know your father, not well, but enough to know what kind of person he is."

You look over at him as he continues, "Just from looking at the photo he provided, I knew something was wrong with you."

You felt goosebumps all over your body, "Like what?." you ask.

He looks over at you, "Exactly what I saw at the manor. Being left alone in that giant house with only the help. Mr. Levinson told me about you, since he's more involved in your life than your own father, now ain't that a bitch."

He wasn't wrong, Ari, again, took care of you, he watched you grow up, he tried to shield you from what your father does for a living.

After what felt like hours of talking, it ended up with you two in bed with each other.

That's right, with him between your legs, thrusting in and out of you at a rough, but gentle pace. You told him before hand that you're a virgin, he showed off that smile of his, and said "Don't worry sunshine, I'll take good care of you. I'll make you feel good."

He loves the sounds you make, how your expression changes as he thrusts his hips into yours. Seeing your virgin body react to his cock, as you get fucked for the first time in your life. Leading to cum in, and on you in a sweating, panting mess.

5 days later, you hear Lloyd on the phone with your father, sounds like they're in the middle of an argument, well the argument coming from one of the parties, your father. You stop just before the entrance leading into the kitchen.

"You have Y/n and you still need to pay!." he shouts from the other end.

You feel Lloyd rolling his eyes, "My men sent you the money for Miss Y/n." he tells him with a hint of annoyance in his voice.

"I didn't receive shit from you!." he shouts again, he's not even on speaker phone, that's how loud he can get "Give me my money, or I'll sell her to someone who can actually pay for her!."

Lloyd chuckles at your fathers response, holding the phone away from his ear, "Very funny sunshine, but I have her now. Like you said she can be a problem to someone else, but she's quite a delight to have around." Using your father's own words against him, "But if you wanna chat in person about this, that's fine with me." He hangs up, setting the phone down on the counter, you tiptoe away from the kitchen back to your bedroom.

A week later, your father still hadn't received his payment for you, so Lloyd invited him to the villa, which is something he would never do, but he had something planned. Telling him that there was trouble sending the payment.

You, Lloyd, and a few of his men sitting in the main room of the villa. He had told you about your father's arrival, but he didn't say when he'd be arriving. You were in a state of panic throughout the day, you threw up twice that same morning because of how nervous, anxious and scared you were, also your lack of nutrients for that day, then your father arrived at around 6pm.

Storming into the room with 3 of his guards, and Ari, the latter you were relieved to see.

"Y/n! Get your stuff you're leaving!." he shouts, making you jump in your seat.

"Mr. Y/L/N-." Lloyd starts before being interrupted

"Shut the fuck up Hansen!." he cuts him off before turning his attention to him, "Give me my money, or I'll drag her out of this shithole."

Ari stood next to you, he knew his presence would calm you down, but not this time, it only helped very little.

"Mr. Y/L/N, I don't think you'll be dragging your daughter out of our home, especially in her… condition."

For once your father stopped, and questioned him, "What condition?."

Lloyd smiles at him before looking over at you. "Pumpkin, do you wanna tell him, or should I?."

You gulp, looking up at the man before you, and mutter "I'm pregnant.". Even Ari looks at you in surprise.

"You're what?!?!." he shouts, his voice echoing off the walls. Shaking you to the core.

You found out a few days earlier, you and Lloyd had sex the first night you arrived at the villa. He steps closer to you with anger and rage in his eyes, but Ari steps in-between him and you.

"William." Ari speaks up, preventing him from coming any closer to you "Leave her."

"Excuse me?." he growls, "You better watch it Levinson."

"I have been watching over Y/n since she was born, and I will not let you hurt her anymore."

The only thing Lloyd is regretting is not having you sit beside him. He's considering keeping Ari around, since he's protective of you, and has a dislike for your father.

"You've never cared about her in the first place. You blame her for the death of Cassandra. You hate her because she wasn't a boy." For the first time, you've seen this man snap, and it was to your father. His right hand man, his enforcer, who is always so patient.

Your father? Not so much, he has a short temper, anger issues, and particularly explodes over any minor inconvenience. He got extremely upset once because someone mistaken you for being Ari's daughter, and he blamed you for it, you were 8 at the time. Child protective services could've been called that day, but they never were.

Without any hesitation your father punches Ari in the jaw sending him to the floor. Clenching his jaw as lays on the floor. Groaning in pain, bleeding a little from his mouth.

"Dad please!." you beg him to stop, standing up from your seat, you're on the verge of tears. Your voice cracking. He turns his attention to you, and pulls out his knife, you immediately sit back down out of fear.

"I always knew you were a problem. Pregnant, huh?." he asks, you nod in response, "Well, maybe this one will kill you, like you did to your mother. If it's a boy then I'll have the son I always wanted, even if I have to cut it out of you. Doesn't matter if you live or die."

Lloyd stands up from his seat, "You want your money? Fine, but she's staying with me."

Your father turns around, and sees one of Lloyd's men set down a briefcase. He opens it, and nothing but stacks of $100 bills, probably over a million dollars.

"You have your money. Take it." He tells him. Your father closes the briefcase, grabs it, and takes a few steps towards the exit. His men follow behind, leaving behind Ari.

"Mr. Y/L/N!." Lloyd calls as he approaches you, standing up from your chair. He places one of his hands on your stomach, where your future baby bump would be, you place your hand over his. Ari still clenching his jaw from that punch delivered by your father a few minutes ago.

"I didn't excuse you." Right on queue, almost like they practiced this, Lloyd's men knock out your father's guards, and grab him, breaking his right arm in the process. The sound of his arm bone cracking makes you cringe, but his screams of pain and agony give you goosebumps. You don't even feel sorry for him, you knew deep down he had it coming. You knew he deserved to die after everything he was done to you.

"Y/n!." he shrieks in pain, you just stare at him as Lloyd goes to one of the side tables and grabs something from a drawer. "Y/n tell him! Please."

He starts begging for his life. He shouldn't have pushed Lloyd, and belittled you in front of him. Threaten to cut out your unborn child. Father or not.

He holds a pistol in his hand, along with a suppressor. Telling you took look away, and you won't have to hear the sound of gunfire that will kill your father.

Ari takes a hold of your arm, "Look away Y/n."

"No." You respond softly, wanting to see the man who belittled, and neglected you your entire life get his comeuppance.

It's like Lloyd knows what you're thinking, setting the suppressor down, he holds the gun to your father's temple.

William looks over at you one last time begging you for his life, "Y/n I'm sorry, please.". You just stare at him with death eyes, Lloyd sees this as your go to kill him.

One shot to the side of his head is all it took, his guards let go of his arms.

His body going limp, hitting the flood with a loud thud. The life being taken away from him. Blood oozing from the bullet wound.

"Y/n?." Ari asks softly.

"He deserved it. He didn't deserve to live." you say, staring down at his lifeless body.

9 months later, you gave birth to a healthy baby girl, whom you named after your late mother, Cassandra Lynne Hansen, and you've been at your happiest since being with Lloyd. He definitely has a soft spot for you, and it's even softier with your new edition. To top it off, Ari being her godfather.

#lloyd hansen fanfic #lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen x female reader #lloyd hansen x reader #the gray man #im finally getting back into my writing!!!! #chris evans

[gemini-sensei]

What the Hell is Going On? Part 2.5 ft. Johnny Lawrence

Hawk x LaRusso!Reader ○ Parts One and Two ○ Blurb

I'm going to tag @sensei-venus again because this was their idea and I loved it 🤣 (an aside, but ugh, I'm always nervous to write Johnny and Daniel. I feel like I'll never get their characters right.)

No one had ever claimed Johnny Lawrence to be the smartest person in the world, especially in this day and age, but he'd always assure you he knew what he was talking about. Even if he had absolutely no clue what he was talking about. One thing was for sure, though, and that was he knew when two people were really into each other.

For the entirety of the day's karate training, he caught Hawk and the other LaRusso girl making eyes at each other. She'd come around because "something something kata was her favorite part something another clear her mind blah blah blah." It was unimportant to Johnny, really, but his interest was piqued when she couldn't stop checking out Hawk during the whole lesson.

And like any self respecting man, Hawk took advantage of that. Every time she looked his way, he'd do something to make her laugh, whether it be trying to show off or some other quick jab he wouldn't get in trouble for. It was a classic move that worked every time, in most of Johnny's experience anyway, but for Hawk too. Y/N giggled quietly or smiled at his antics.

At one point she'd walked up to him to correct his stance and movement, but her hands lingering on him a little longer than they probably shouldn't have. Even from afar, Johnny saw Hawk purposefully do the move wrong just so she'd show him again, another classic tactic.

When break time came around, some students came up to him and LaRusso asking questions. They answered of course, then he talked with the co-sensei about what lesson they were doing next now that they'd gotten the calm and boring crap out of the way. However, something quickly caught his eyes and he had to admit he was impressed.

Instead of drinking water, Hawk and Y/N were standing near the fence sucking face. Wrapped up in each other's arms, it was as if no one else existed and the world was gonna end. The ferocity of their passion reminded Johnny of when he was that age, which made him chuckle.

"Is something funny to you?" LaRusso asked, pulling his attention back to him.

It was at that moment Johnny realized the gold mine he was sitting on and laughed. "Yeah, man, there is something funny going on."

Daniel's eyebrows scrunched up in confusion before he turned to follow Johnny's line of sight, at which point his face turned into one of horror as he - once again - witnessed his daughter making out with one of his students.

They hadn't come up for air yet, not that they cared, and Hawk proved to be handsy. He squeezed whatever he could of the girl's figure, hands steadily moving downward until he hand two handfuls of her ass and grabbed it firmly, pulling her against him.

That was Daniel's tipping point.

"Hawk!" The teens parted from the heavy kiss to look at him, Y/N quickly hiding her face in her boyfriend's shirt. "Hands above the waistband!"

Hawk smirked and slid his hands back up, holding her back as his pinky very obviously touched the waistband of her shorts. "Of course, Mr. LaRusso!"

Then, as if never having been interrupted, he lifted her chin and captured her lips again. They resumed their previous fervorous make out session like it was nothing.

Daniel looked away as if he were in pain, letting out a deep sigh. Suddenly, he looked as though he'd aged ten years, which was saying something because he still had that baby face from high school. And Johnny couldn't help but laugh at his expense, seeing the clear disdain for the situation he had.

"Aw, c'mon, LaRusso, you should he happy," he told him with a smirk.

"What on earth do I have to be happy about?"

"It's all that crap about young love or whatever the hell they call it these days."

"That's not- you know what, never mind."

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[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

Old Friends

Being a Coach for MSBY and Team Japan

Featuring Tadashi Yamaguchi

and Kentaro Kyotani

MSBY featuring Tadashi Yamaguchi x GN! Reader; Team Japan featuring Kentaro Kyotani x GN! Reader

Warnings: none

A/N: This is an Anon request

🏳️‍🌈 Please Like, Share, Comment to support my writing 🏳️‍🌈

MSBY (Tadashi Yamaguchi)

Growing up you always knew what you wanted to do!

That's right- coach and/or play professional volleyball 🏐

You grew up in Miyagi prefecture, right next to your childhood bestie, Yamaguchi

This is pre-Tsukki days 💅🏼

You both would play volleyball and other sports during the long summers

"YN you are so good at sports"- Yamaguchi would always tell you

When you moved away, you always kept in contact with Yams

Please he's one of those people who values all friendships 🥰

As you grew older, you decided that coaching was more your style

Enter MSBY 🙌🏻

I just want to say YN, thoughts and prayers for what you go through daily 😅

Now Yams knew you coached MSBY and he told you about the bubbly ginger who he went to high school with

You never mentioned to Hinata that you knew Yams because it's just never came up 🤷‍♀️

We keep things professional here

So when Yams reached out, asking if youd like to get lunch you immediately said yes!

He agreed to meet you at the MSBY gym so you could walk to the restaurant

When Yams showed up, Hinata about lost his ever loving mind 🤣

"YAMAGUCHI YOU CAME TO VISIT ME"- Hinata 🥺

"Actually"- Yams 😅

"Oh my god, wait did you go see Kageyama before this??"- Hinata 😑

"Umm no"- Yams

"SCORE! I always knew you liked me better than you liked him!"- Hinata says, punching the air

You walk over to Yamaguchi who looks at you and smiles

"Oh YN! This is my friend from his school Yamaguchi!"- Hinata says introducing you

"I know Hinata, I've been friends with Tadashi since I was a kid"- you say greating your friend

Hinata 👉🏻👁👄👁 really???

"Yep!"- you 🥰

There's a few seconds of awkward silence before Yamaguchi says "well YN we should head out"

"I'll be back in a while Hinata. Don't you DARE step foot on that court until I get back or I'm not putting you in the starting line up"- you 😑

Hinata 👉🏻👁👄👁 umm yeah ok...

You leave with Tadashi to enjoy a peaceful meal and catch up with and old friend ❤️

Team Japan (Kentaro Kyoutani)

You've been friends with Kyoutani for years

He's definitely onenof those people who cherishes friends whi stand by his side

And may times you baled him out of trouble YN 👀

You also supported his desire to play volleyball

And he supported your desire to coach a sport you loved

While you loved to play, your real talents lied in managerial work and coaching

You were able to keep track of plays, stats and you knew the game perfectly!

You'd often practice with Kyoutani after school and on weekends 🏐

After high school, Kyoutani joined the Sendai Frogs and you went on to manage various teams

Until finally... it happened 😳

You landed a dream job coaching Team Japan 🙌🏻

Seriously what an honor!!

When you told Kyoutani, he was so proud of you it was unreal!

He asked you out for celebrate drinks after your first week of coaching

He agreed to meet you ag the gym

Not sure if that wad a great decision but here we are 😅

You were talking to Iwaizumi Hajime, 27, Athletic Trainer about the teams work outs when Kyoutani entered the gym

You and Iwaizumi both said "hey Kyoutani" at the same time

Que 🎶 when he looks at me, nd I look at him and he looks at me and I LOOK AT HIM 🎶

It's beautiful

"You know Kyoutani YN?"- Iwaizumi questions

"Yeo we've been friends for many years. How do you know him?"- you ask

"We played volleyball together"- Iwaizumi says

Kyoutani joins you just as a group of idiots emerges 🙄

"Hey isn't that mad dog"- Hinata says

Kyoutani 👉🏻😐🙄

"Hinata shut up!"- Kageyama shouts

"I remember your crazy cut shots from high school! Dude they were so insane"- Hinata gushes

"Thanks"- Kyoutani says

"Kyo we can get going if you'd like"- you say

Everyone 👉🏻✋🏻

"You know mad dog YN?"- Hinata

"Who do you think taught him that cut shot?"- you 😏

Hinata 👉🏻❤️👄❤️ YN TEACH ME

"Boke! Leave the coacj alone!"- Kageyama shouts

You roll you eyes and head out with your friend for a nice lunch and catching up 🥰

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[rukia-writes]

Alcides x (fem) Princess! reader!

Plot: Alcides has a innocent crush on the eldest princess of Thebes and after proving his worth decides to protect his princess long after being in the heavens….Even though she has no idea who he is. (🤣)

Alcides found her to be beautiful.

Celebrating her 18th birthday in Thebes with her sisters, the eldest princess (Name) , Alcides was in the crowd with Castor watching with happiness as she would tell the crowd “Hello”. While still young, Alcides had an innocent crush on the eldest princess.

“I’m going to say hi-“

“No! Her guards will execute you on the spot.”

Castor stopped his energetic friend by pulling on his scarf making the boy stop as he almost choked. Castor had to remind Alcides that (Name) was a princess and that the two were from different worlds.

Not one for being discouraged, Alcides vowed that he would protect her and be her body guard one day. Castor found his friend vow to be rather far fetched as Alcides as small and the weakest boy in Thebes. However, when he saw his determination Castor knew there was no turning back. While trying to get (Name)’s attention two bullies that Alcides fought against tripped him and made Alcides fall face first into the ground making Castor rush over to his friend worried while the two bullies laughed.

They also heard Alcides’ vow and wasn’t too fond of a weakling protecting the princess that they also liked, so of course they had to remind the young boy of his place. However, they weren’t expecting the princess to stop what she was doing and helped Alcides to his feet with worry on her face.

“Are you okay? You took a tumble there.”

Alcides felt his heart race and his hands become sweaty while knowing his face was red from the princess helping him, and giving her handkerchief for his nose that was bloodied. Alcides couldn’t even talk as he couldn’t believe all this happening until (Name) patted the top of his head.

“Be careful from now on.”

After the princess walked off from Alcides to be with her sister, Castor and the two bullies watched with amazement at a speechless and amazed Alcides. Looking down at the handkerchief Alcides felt a sense of happiness as he wanted to become stronger right away.

From that day, Alcides improved his training and still helped those that were in trouble. From defending those from bullies and wild animals trying to enter the city. Over the years, Alcides kept getting stronger until no one messed with him and he was a skilled warrior.

“Look, she probably doesn’t even remember you.”

“No way, someone like (Name) remembers everything.”

It was night time in Thebes as Alcides was doing push ups with an older castor on his back. Alcides still had the handkerchief his princess gave him years ago, it was his little secret. Believing, to always protect the innocent and his princess.

Even against the gods.

As fear set in Thebes as the gods were close to attacking, everyone was worried that they would be demolished. Instead, everyone rejoiced by the end of the ordeal as Alcides prevented the destruction. Of course, (Name) saw the whole ordeal but had no idea who the young boy was. (Name) believed she had never seen the boy in her life, much to Alcides dismay when Castor told him.

Once in Valhalla, Alcides had taken on the name of Hercules and even though his name changed his feelings of being on the side of the righteous never changed.

“You can’t have your first kiss! Because I haven’t had my first kiss!”

Every morning was the same, (Name) by passed her younger sister’s room that constantly argued with one another. A total 7 sisters with of course her being the oldest, and some would say the most mature.

“A kiss?! Please! I wouldn’t be impressed unless my lover came with pearls!”

Ah, young love.

However, (Name) did agree silently with her sister. Pearls were a favorite of hers and she too would be impressed if someone she liked got her pearls.

As luck would have it.

“What a beautiful gift!”

Hercules had visited Thebes to check how things were going and to give the, his, princess a gift of a pearls. Hercules played it off as though he had just discovered the pearl necklace laying around in the forest, even though the hero traveled a long distance to get the necklace from the mermaids. Eavesdropping, (Name)’s younger sisters watched as the giant hero gifted their sister with a beautiful pearl necklace that they all wanted dearly after seeing it.

Especially, the younger ones who just argued that evening.

Nearby, Castor also watched as Alcides, Hercules, gift (Name) then necklace noticing the blush on the hero’s face while twiddling his thumbs and looking elsewhere. That’s when Castor knew Hercules was going to take place.

“I wanted to repay you for giving me your handkerchief to me when I was younger-it meant a lot.”

“…What handkerchief?”

It was silent for awhile. Everyone was surprised at (Name)’s words, Hercules especially. Quickly showing her the cloth that she gave him a long time ago, explaining that he was the boy who tripped and she was the one that helped him to stand up.

Castor knew his friend was over his head but was shocked when he heard (Name) snap her fingers and saying she finally remembered. The happiness that was upon Hercules face was bright and he was happy his princess remembered him.

“You were so small and now you’re this powerful god…talk about a change. Tell me about your adventures.”

“All of them?! Today-“

“Of course! I’m sure you have a lot to say.”

The hero felt his heart race once more once (Name) wrapped her arms around his toned and muscular one as his face became a bright red. Guiding Hercules to her private room, so the two could talk and not be interrupted by her sisters as she knew her sisters would interrupt eventually.

“Did…did you also get my letters? I ..wrote you a few letters too.”

Hercules was still ever bashful as he remembered when he was younger that he gave her letters, letters that mainly talked about how he would train to get stronger and then talk about how he was injured that day. (Name) couldn’t tell if it was from a kid or another idiot suitor. Either way, (Name) didn’t think much of the letters as she didn’t know who it was from and forgot about them completely.

Deciding not to hurt the hero’s feelings the princess went along with Hercules story, which made Hercules smile as his heart skipped a beat knowing his princess read his letters.

“Ow!”

Both Hercules and (Name) heard a small voice from behind them, looking to see a young girl face planted on the floor as her older sisters hid behind the wall. Lifting her head and tears falling from her face until she was easily lifted up on her face by the hero Hercules.

“Are you okay? You took a tumble there.”

(Name)’s youngest sister nodded her head while looking at the handsome hero who gave her a smile and a pat on the top of her head before walking with (Name) once more. Watching the two walk together the youngest princess smile as she held the top of her head with a smile on her face.

“That’s my hero.”

🎃Rukia-Writes🎃

#hercules x reader

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MY THOUGHTS on TBB 2×01 "SPOILS OF WAR" and 2×02 "RUINS OF WAR"

THEY'RE BACK! THE BOYS (+ OMEGA) ARE FINALLY HERE!!! I can't describe how happy that makes me. I guess I don't need to explain, since most of you if not all are as happy as I am.

Below, I'm leaving my reactions and thoughts about this amazing start to the season! It really paid off, all this excruciating wait.

I knew it, I knew they were going to start the season there in the beach. From the predictions I made for the season, I got that right. Also, that Cid's lady friend would appear in these episodes.

But let me go for a few back to the beach. Echo falling face down, hilarious, just as Wrecker's high-pitched voice. And Hunter's overprotective streak has grown stronger. The Dad™️ is still with him.

Hey! Azi is working as bartender??!!? Well, I guess that eliminates the trouble of an overcrowded Marauder.

🤣🤣🤣 Tech's response to flirt is sooooo Tech! And how Din Djarin of him to be called "Brown Eyes" 😆

Serenno?? They're going there now? My first bet was they'd go later in the season. I guess I was wrong about that.

Awwww, Dad Hunter helping Omega with her homework, so sweet! 🥰

😆 EVERYONE sided against Hunter. Aww, he's just thinking about giving Omega the best life she deserves. But Echo's got a point! I mean, what good it does that they have a quiet life while the galaxy is a mess, and how long their personal paradise would stay that way? We know the empire would catch up with them eventually. And Hunter, like it or not, you can't hide forever.

Aww 😩but Omega heard, and now she's feeling bad.

Hey! Echo's got a nickname! Killjoy 🤣 Love it!

Oh, so that's Serenno. When it showed up in the trailers, I thought it was any other planet but that. And oof! It was bombarded, too. Yikes! 😬

Ooh, new clone just dropped. A captain 😊 I love him already.

No!! Not again! 😱 Phew! Hunter, please, would you stop falling down from ships and stuff? Thank you!!!! Once was one too many!

Tech and Echo are being a real treat this episode! I love that we're having more of them this season.

Oh. he's got a name. Hello, captain Wilco!

😂 omega remembering things tech didn't think of. I love that he's impressed and told her so.

The scream when wrecker and hunter went down the elevator 🤣🤣🤣 Who was that? Probably Wrecker.

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! 😨Thank goodness they released 2 episodes. I'd have died waiting with that cliffhanger!!!

This mission is doing a number on Hunter's blood pressure 🤣He's so stressed.

Not so fast, guys. Ugh! It's going to leave a mark!

No! Tech is hurt 😫(And I don't appreciate the parallel to Nemmik's death in Andor! Don't scare me like that!)

Omega no. Don't get ideas! Ugh, you will do something foolish, won't you? 🫣

See, I thought that scene with the LAATi flying overhead was going to be on Ord Mantell. Glad that the batch is still having a safe place to lie low. It might not last long, tho.

New plan number dropped!! (saves as reference for fic writing).

It breaks my heart how Omega worries about the mission just to give her brothers a happy life.

Last season was the senator of Raxus and Echo, now it's Ramor who forces Tech to reconsider their worldview and see beyond former political inclinations. I mean, I can't blame the clones for not knowing better. They were raised to see the world as in allies and enemies, not just people that could be suffering the same despite what path their leaders were on.

Omega, no! Don't do something stupid1 Ugh! She's going to!

Oh, kriff!! They caught up with Hunter and Wrecker.

Yes, Tech people had lives before the war, you know.

🤣 For a moment I thought Wrecker was going to say "Come to daddy" I would've died if he had 😅

Oh, my man is so smart!! Glad that they're showing it!!!!! Maybe the ones who say Wrecker is dumb will shut up now.

Tech!! Ouch! Walking is not good for you, rn. Ugg, I don't like this, Tech!! AAAAAAHHH!!!

Hurry up hunter!!!

Oh, no, Tech!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!

Poor Omega feeling guilty 😫😫

Tech is definitely having a bad, very not good day

Ah, there we go! Phew! Just in time.

Wrecker is so happy with his new weapon 😁😁

Awww 🥺🥺🥰 Very nice Echo comforting Omega

Oh, rampart 🤮 covering your own ass, huh?

Ha! The batch is more famous among clones now than during the war 😅 Not exactly the best thing tbh.

Oh, no! Wilco don't say that!! Because then…

Ugh! That happens 😫 it was nice meeting you 😭😭 UGH! I HATE you, Rampart!! I hope you suffer the slowest and most excruciating death ever!

And now, I'm worried about Crosshair 😣😣😖😖 because Rampart knows he lied, and my fear is that he'll force him to prove his loyalty to the Empire over and over in awful missions where Cross will need to do worse and worse things until either Crosshair finally turns coat or die. 😭😭😭😭😭😭

The wait for next episode is going to be long!! If my prediction is correct based on the title (and with that ending) I'm pretty sure next episode we will see Crosshair, and it'll be mostly about him.

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Why do I feel like Dad JJ would:

Make sure his kids knew how to swim. Probably before they could even walk

Teaches them how to fish

How to work a boat

Let’s them sit in his lap while he drives

Teaches them how to get away with things then gets in trouble for it later

He’s honestly in trouble more than the kids are with his baby mama

His sons would know to take care of mama and sisters

Never back down from a fight

Severe loyalty

They hate school too

Probably barefoot more often than not

Purposely looks for sunken boats with them

They know what Square Groupers are

Not allowed near sewer drains

Doesn’t get mad when he catches them smoking weed for the first time

Still on the Kook hating bullshit 🤣

Does his daughters hair everyday

Runs off all the boys with a shotgun

I can’t be the only one 🤣🤭