#school is kicking my ass it's been two weeks (this is the third week of the semester) and i'm already burnt out and depressed

[effervescentdragon]

Carra whump is so underrated like I so desperately need a beat up Carra being tended to by Gnev. Bonus points if he was brawling defending Gnev’s honour.

i had a certain au in mind but that one isn't really ripe for picking in my mind, however i saw this art of yours this morning in between my slumbers and, well. i really hope you like this <3

"Gaz, lay off - lay off, shit - ow, ow, c'mon -"

"Carra, I swear to fuckin' God, shut the fuck up you baby, you brought this on ya self -"

"Youse could be a bit gentler -"

"Then move your head, I can't get to the cut and it's still fuckin' bleedin', 's not stoppin -"

"Ah, it's nothin'. Might leave a scar, though, how cool would that be, just -"

"Shut the fuck up, James!"

Jamie shuts up, because Gary actually yells at him, loud and proper. The breath he sucks in after is shaky, his lips pinched and his eyebrows furled, but when Jamie looks into his eyes, they're... they're huge, and Jamie doesn't know what that means.

"Gary?" Jamie says quietly, his burst lip opening up again. He feels it start to bleed again and he licks the iron, not wanting Gary to get even more upset. "Gary, lad, I'm -"

"Don't call me lad, I'm older than you." Gary scowls. The paper towel in his hand makes a reappearance, and Gary's touch is surprisingly gentle when he dabs against Jamie's lip.

"Not taller, though," Jamie says on reflex. He's had a growth spurt from one summer to the other in his teens, and now, at nineteen, he towers over Gary for the third year in a row.

Well, usually he towers over Gary. Not right this moment, though.

Now, he's sat on the edge of the tub in Gary's upstairs bathroom as Gary tries to deal with the mess that's Jamie's face after the fight. Gary himself hasn't been hurt; Gary hadn't even been there. He'd got to the alley just as that piece of shit John threw the final kick, and seeing Gary, him and his two friends gunned it out of there like there was no tomorrow. Gary'd screamed at them, fiery as always and fully prepared to beat up high school kids, if the furious way he was swearing was any indication, but Jamie'd tried to move and groaned in pain. That distracted Gary thoroughly and completely.

"They aren't aren't in," he explained as he half-dragged, half-carried Jamie to his Aunt's house. "They're with the kids, some camp this whole week and I came in earlier than I was supposed to. Aunt Linda left the key for me, thought I could use some alone time away from my folks on my break," he'd said. "I already hate this town and it hates me, how the fuck am I supposed to rest when the first thing I see is your arse being kicked by some kids?"

"There was three of them," Jamie had tried to protest, but Gary scowled at him and told him to shut up and sit hii ass down so he could see how badly he was hurt.

That brought them to this; Jamie sitting on the edge of the bathtub and Gary looking down at him after cleaning his face with some alcohol and gauze. Jamie's head hurts, and he's pretty sure there's something wrong with his ribs, but Gary is fretting and he is mad - maybe at Jamie, probably, he's always mad at Jamie these days - and he is so, so cute when he's all commanding and taking charge. Jamie understands why he's the captain of the Under 21s.

"Where else are you hurt?" Gary asks, his hand tracing Jamie's busted brow, as if unthinking of the action, and Jamie suddenly also understands that his adolescent crush might not have been as far away in the past as it used to be. "Tell me."

Jamie's left hand is on Gary's waist. He's acutely aware of that fact, because he grabbed onto Gary for support when Gary started cleaning his face. He wants to hold on, but he makes himself let go.

"I'm fine, leave it. You fixed me up as well as possible, and I'll be -"

"Jamie." Jamie stops, again, because Gary doesn't call him Jamie anymore, not like before, when Jamie was fourteen and Gary was seventeen and the best football player Jamie knew and a friend and larger than life. These days it's all wrong, or it feels like it's all wrong. It's Carra when he's in a good mood and James when he's mad, and Jamie doesn't know what to do with this, or with the soft little, "Please."

He looks up at Gary. He's still larger than life, somehow. His eyes are still huge and a beautiful brown colour.

"My ribs," he says, equally quietly. "That cunt got a kick in at the end, and I don't think they're broken -"

"Take off your shirt."

Jamie tries not to react, but the tone Gary uses and the words, put together... Jamie's acutely aware he's not looking at Gary and that his face feels hot as he obeys. He's slow in taking of his dirty shirt. It's red, so at least the blood doesn't show. He drops it on the floor and closes his eyes as Gary bends over, then goes on his knees in front of Jamie to better look at his ribs.

Jamie takes one look down and shuts his eyes tightly enough he sees spots playing in the darkness behind his lids.

Cold fingers press against his skin. "Does this hurt?" Jamie shakes his head, and Gary continues pressing until he finds the place that makes Jamie wince. "That's what I thought. I don't think they're broken, but ya gotta take it easy for a while."

Jamie nods. Gary's fingers are warming up on Jamie's skin. "Aye, captain," he tries to put some scorn in his tone, but he knows it all comes out wrong. He still hasn't opened his eyes.

He hears Gary shuffling and huffing. His breathing is erratic and he leans on Jamie's thigh in support as he gets up. Jamie forces himself to open his eyes.

Mistake. Gary is staring at him like he wants to see inside Jamie's mind. "Why were you fighting?" he asks. His shirt is white. There's dirt on one side, in the shape of Jamie's fingertips. Jamie knows how soft the material is, and how soft Gary's waist is under it.

"They were talkin' shit," Jamie says. It's cold in the bathroom, but he's running hot. "I couldn't let them get away with it."

Gary rolls his eyes. "You talk shit, Carra, you should know how it goes. The fuck did they say to you to make ya think it's a good idea to fight three of them?"

"There were only two when I threw the first punch," Jamie corrects, and Gary lets out a giggle.

"You're an idiot," he says, and there is a little smile in the corner of his mouth that he can't hide. "You could've got seriously hurt, and then what? You'd lose the place in the squad, you just wrote me they're letting you debut for the first team, you idiot! Nothing they said is worth missing that shot, James, I told you to keep your temper, I told you it'll get ya into trouble, and I was right, look at your face now, all busted up -"

"What, am I not handsome anymore?" Jamie grins, his lip hurting like hell but worth it to see Gary scowl again. "I'm still the handsomest bastard youse've seen -"

"Bastard is right, ya' idiot, to miss a chance because of fightin' -"

"But hadsome? Rugged, wouldn't ye say -"

"I'd said it a million times and I'mma say it again, only an idiot would risk the first team for fightin' -"

"Well I was fighting for ye honour, so catch me doing that again when all it gets me is bein' called an idiot!"

Jamie doesn't think when he says it. Him and Gary had always bantered, quick as whips both of them, and Jamie had always enjoyed it a bit too much to truly think about all the shit he's saying when he's winding Gary up.

"My - what?" Gary looks like someone's struck him. "My honour? What the fuck're you talkin' 'bout?"

Jamie says nothing. He's got nothing to say, or at least nothing that won't break something between him and Gary. It's all wrong these days, with Gary staring for United and Jamie on his way to be starting for Liverpool. There's a difference, a distance there ever since he switched from blue to red. It's not something they've ever talked about but... Jamie remembers. He remembers kids in red jerseys surrounding Gary, big kids, bigger than Gary was back then and much bigger than Jamie. He remembers the taunts and the words that his Ma told him never to repeat if he doesn't want her to wash his mouth out with soap. He remembers Gary's look when Jamie kicked the ball back to him on the playground, and how his frown disappeared when he saw his blue jersey when Jamie was eleven. He remembers the frown deepening when Jamie came to their playground in a red jersey for the first time.

"James," Gary says, and both his voice and his eyes are serious. "What did they say?"

Jamie clenches his fists. "Nothing, Gaz. Leave it alone, I didn't mean to say it, just ignore me."

Gary is still looking at him, and Jamie hates how fucking beautiful Gary's eyes are. Hates how much he likes when Gary smiles, lines appearing around them when he laughs at Jamie's stupid jokes. Hates how fragile Gary looks in the bad bathroom lights, like Jamie could break him with one word. Hates how much he wants to feel how that stupid barely-there moustache would feel against his skin. Hates how he knows they don't have that much time anymore, to fuck around with the ball every summer like they've been doing so far. Hates that he knows a darby is inevitable. Hates how he can recognize Gary's smell, even over the alcohol and the blood. Hates how much he just - wants.

Gary furrows his brows, then seems to decide on something. He lets the dirty towel fall on the floor as he steps closer between Jamie's legs, and the movement startles Jamie so much he grabs for Gary's waist with both hands this time. He swallows, grasping onto the white shirt, his breathing a lot heavier.

Gary's hand is shaking when he brings it down to trace the bruise on Jamie's cheek he can feel forming. "Jamie," Gary says, and it isn't fair, how much that one word affects him. "Jamie, were you defending me? Is that why you got hurt?"

Jamie swallows around his dry throat again. His whole body is hurting. His whole body feels like he's on fire. He can feel Gary's heat over the material of the shirt, where his fingers press down.

"I'm no prince charming," he says, stupidly, nonsensically. Gary smiles, and Jamie's startled to realise he hasn't seen that kind of smile on Gary in a while.

"No, you aren't," Gary says. His other hand rests on Jamie's shoulder. "But you're pretty charming, all ruggedly handsome, you."

Jamie tears his eyes away from Gary's lips to look into his eyes. It feels too hot in the little bathroom. Gary's fingers splay across Jamie's neck. It feels like the whole world is pausing. Jamie feels like he can't breathe. He tightens his hold on Gary's waist, maybe pulls him closer. He doesn't really know. None of this makes sense.

Turns out, he can breathe.

He takes the next breath right from Gary's lips, soft and hesitant and hotter than anything he's ever felt before. The angle is awkward but he realises he can hug Gary close and -

"- for fuck's sake Jamie, I can taste blood, I busted your lip, sorry -"

"Nah," Jamie grins, opening his eyes. "Fuck it. Bust it again," he says, and pulls Gary in.

#sooooooo #no idea what this is. i hope you enjoy it #carraville #football rpf #my writing #effervescentdragonwrites #i just think theyre both dumbasses #and should kiss abt it. so they do #this is all i did today #tell me what you think pls? 🥺

[oracle-of-dream]

Dumb Bunny

Minors DNI

Summary: You and Kai would always compete, ever since you were kids, the two of you would one-up each other at every opportunity. But, now that you're older, you're starting to notice the differences between the two of you...

Warnings: Male reader, Blowjob, Throat fucking, Bigdickkai, Wall fucking, multiple orgasms, reader dumification, degradation, shower masturbation, fingering, college au rivals, unprotected sex, cum eating, creampie, rough sex

Wordcount: 3.6k

This is a request!

Knock Knock Knock

The loud knocking at your dorm room door shook you out of your sleep. "Y/n!? I know you're in there! I don't have my keys, lemme in!" A voice pierced the silence of your room.

You rolled over, trying to cover your ears.

"WAKE UP!" The voice shouted again, louder this time while there was more banging on the door.

You dragged yourself out of the bed, stumbling over to the door. As soon as you unlocked the door, it opened and almost hit you in the face. The light from the hallway spilled in as a shadow entered your room.

The shadow moved the light switch and brightened the room, illuminating his face. "You sleep like a log." Kai's black hair was a mess, he was wearing grey sweatpants and a black sweatshirt.

"And you're forgetful. This is the third time this week that you forgot your keys." You rubbed your eyes as you got used to the light.

"I was in a rush, I had to get to the gym and I left them in my other bag. He said as he started digging in his backpack, searching for his keys.

You had morning classes, and Kai had ones toward the afternoon, so you had time for mid-day naps while he always rushed to make it through the day. It's always been like that for the two of you. You've always been three steps ahead, but his natural dumb luck would help him keep up with you. Even when you met for the first time in middle school at an award ceremony for high grades. You'd worked your ass off, day and night, to get your scores up, and Kai slept through every class. But still, he'd get higher scores than you. Which only pushed you to work harder to beat him. Every competition, you'd ruin your sleep schedule to one-up him, and he'd somehow make it a tie or barely beat you...

You walked into the bathroom to wash your face, and Kai started changing out of his gym clothes. The both of you managed to get a spot in the honors college dorm room, only available for students with a certain GPA upon enrolling, and you ended up being slotted with him since your other roommate strangely transferred out before the semester started. Leaving you in the company of your worst enemy that you've had for several years.

You closed the door to the bathroom and started getting undressed for your shower when you heard the doorknob shake.

"No way you're about to shower," Kai said through the door.

"You should've been quicker." You giggle to yourself as you take your time getting ready.

He shook the doorknob again. "Come on! You knew I wanted to shower–I always shower right after the gym. You're going to make me late for class!"

"Not my problem. You should just shower at the gym. That's why there are locker rooms."

"No!" Kai kicked the door, "there's no way I'm showering over there! It smells horrible, and there's a bunch of people there. Please let me shower first!"

"Not gonna happen, you always leave hair in the shower, and it's fucking gross. And I have somewhere to be, too!"

"Well, you take thirty years, and you're not even washing your hair!"

"How do you know!?"

"You washed it yesterday! I could smell your shampoo."

"Are you sure that wasn't you using mine?"

"I was running out of my own! I said I'd buy you a new one!" Kai kicked the door again, harder this time. "Like, let me shower with you at least, I can't miss this class. I have an exam next week, and today's the review day, and there's no way I'm going while smelling like B.O.!" Kai stepped away from the door and shoulder-checked it, shaking the entire door.

You jumped at the thud. "You idiot! If you break this door, I'm not paying to get it fixed!" You covered yourself with a towel before opening the door.

Kai looked like he was ready to try hitting the door again before you opened it. "Thank you." He was covered in sweat, his hair sticking to his face, and his clothes dark in some spots. But what stuck out was his hard dick swinging in his sweatpants.

You looked away, covering your eyes. "Jesus, dude, no underwear again?"

He chuckled. "Don't act like you don't like seeing it anyway. I've caught you looking a few times."

"Fuck you." You spat back at him. You tried to walk past time but he blocked the way. "Can you move already?"

"You said you had to go somewhere, so we both gotta shower. We can share. We're both dudes." Kai said as he stripped his shirt off before you.

"Gross, I'll pass–"

"Stop being a bitch and get in the shower." His voice was more serious this time, not like his usual nagging. Without his sweatshirt, his figure was a little more imposing, especially with freshly pumped muscles.

You awkwardly submitted to him without any extra argument, moving into the shower. If Kai wanted, he could've easily carried you into the shower, so it was better not to push him. There was shuffling from the other side of the curtain before it parted. You instinctually turned away from him, feeling warm in your ears.

"Turn the water on. Don't make the water too hot. I'm not looking to sit in a sauna." He commanded.

You braced as you turned on the water. Ice-cold water ran across your skin, immediately making you scoot backward into Kai.

"Watch it." Kai put his hand on your back to stop you from moving closer to him.

"I-Its cold!"

He sighed. "Then switch with me. You can lather up while I get some time in the water."

You slowly started scooting in his direction, trying not to look at him. But Kai started getting impatient, grabbing you by the shoulders and forcing you behind him. You peeked over your shoulder to see his broad back facing you, water running down it. You never really looked at Kai's backside, but he was more muscular than he looked under his baggy clothes.

"The soap," Kai said, handing you the bottle, not turning around.

You took it from him. Now facing his back, you couldn't help but notice how big his butt was. He loved working leg days, but he'd always been blessed with a better ass than you... You could feel your whole body getting hot while looking him over so closely. You felt like a perverted weirdo, looking at him like that. You turned around, facing the wall, and started lathering soap onto you, waiting for Kai to switch with you again.

"The water's not cold, so we can switch now." He muttered.

You switched places with him again, letting the soap rinse off you. It felt better to face the wall, but you couldn't stop thinking about Kai standing right behind. You could feel your dick twitch at the thought, your breath hitched as you tried to focus. But your concentration was cut off by a soft sigh, almost a moan but it was cut short. Your book ran cold. Did you somehow slip a moan out and not even realize it? You peeked over your shoulder to see Kai's reaction, but his back was turned to you.

Kai's eyes were squeezed shut, gently and quietly jerking himself off while biting his lip to keep quiet.

You faced the water again, throat dry but your body tingling. "H-Hey, I think I'm ready to get out now."

"O-Oh, yeah, okay. I'll finish up, you can go first..." Kai said, barely loud enough to hear over the shower.

You stepped out of the shower, water dripping on the floor as you left Kai alone. You hurried out of the bathroom, changed clothes, and crawled back into bed. All you could think about was Kai jerking off...

You tossed in your bed until your leg rubbed against your cock, grinding against you. You couldn't stop yourself from slipping your hand into your pants, stroking yourself slowly. Your eyes slowly shut as you get more into it.

"Kai...," you softly moaned his name.

You could feel him hover over you, whispering seductively. "Oh? Getting into something and calling out for me?"

You replied with a moan, wanting more from him.

Kai's hands moved to your sides, sliding up your torso. His hair tickled your face as it swept across your face.

"Are you daydreaming? Y/n?" He cooed. "Why don't you open your eyes and see the real thing."

Your eyes cracked open in confusion to see Kai sitting over you. You didn't even hear him turn off the shower, much less get so close.

"What's wrong, y/n? You were having so much fun a second ago.." Kai slid his hand over your hard-on, earning a rewarding flinch from you. "Touching yourself to me, even though I'm in the next room, how shameful."

Your face got hot again. "Well, it– You. You were doing it too!"

He raised an eyebrow. "Me? When?"

"In our shower together! I saw you jacking off, and moaning in secret."

"Y/n. I just got back home." He said flatly.

"No, we just showered together..." You muttered.

He shook his head. "I just got back from the gym. I remembered my keys this time, so I let myself in. I thought you were sleeping until you called me, and I saw you like this." He chuckled. "Did you dream all that!?"

You tried to push him off you, but he was firm in his position over you.

"Okay, laugh it up or do whatever you're gonna do." You crossed your arms and let your head fall against the bed, waiting for Kai's endless teasing to begin.

You were instead greeted by Kai's mouth meeting yours, his hands grabbing yours and holding them above your head.

"You should be careful about letting me do 'whatever' to you." Kai bit at your neck

"Kai–" You tried to push him, but he had to much of a grip on you.

"You wanted me so badly in your dream, so why can't I want you back?" He giggled as he licked at the new mark forming on your neck.

"I don't understand..." You shyly muttered.

He let you go, letting you sit up as he held you. "It's okay if you don't understand. I do. You finally get it, that I'm better. You've given up fighting me, and now you're willing to be my second place."

You reeled away from him. "That's not what this is about!"

He raised an eyebrow. "Isn't it?" His hands smoothly moved to lace his fingers with yours. "You can feel it. You can't really beat me, I'm just naturally better. I'm smarter, stronger, and faster than you. You're so fucked up by me that it made you obsessed, so much that you couldn't even really realize it. Your brain couldn't handle it so your body decided to spell it out for you." He said in the condescending tone he loved to use when talking to you.

He continued, "To be honest. I wanted to impress you in the beginning when we met. So I tried to work hard to get you to see me, to show my feelings for you. But then, you went crazy about me. About beating me, don't even lie that you didn't. I could always tell you'd do anything to be better than me." Kai slowly slid you back down onto the bed, towering over you. His hand slid into your pants, gripping your cock.

Your whole body melted under his touch, reacting like electricity. But you didn't get why...

Kai quickly and roughly jerked you off while he spoke in between neck kisses. "You can't even put words together, can you? My dumb little bunny. You're just so in love with me, you can't fight it anymore. You're even dreaming of me."

Something in your brain snapped when he called you a dumb bunny. You finished his hand, body jerking at the sensation.

"Oh no, bunny. Did I tell you to do that?"

You shook your head no.

"Speak."

"No, you didn't..." You muttered in defeat. Every word and touch made it feel like you were falling deeper into quicksand. You tried to think about it, the moment you fell for him. But you could only see Kai in every memory. You knew you hated him beating you, but you also had a feeling of enjoying his teasing when he beat you.

"Then, take your pants off," Kai commanded.

Your body moved before your brain understood, stripping off your pants and waiting for more directions.

"Can you suck me off? You like cock, don't you? You dumb slutty bunny."

You nod mindlessly. You loved hearing him call you Bunny. Hearing him call you dumb slowly made the static in your brain get stronger. You weren't really thinking anymore.

Kai pulled down his pants and let his thick cock slap against his toned stomach. He sat you up on your knees and stood at the edge of the bed. He let out a sharp breath as you took his cock in your hands, and let your tongue slide out to gently lick his tip.

"This is your first time, isn't it?" He whispered.

You look up at him with shy wet eyes, nodding.

"Then, I'll make it a good time for you. You'll crave me even more after this..." Kai pushed your mouth on him, pushing you to take him. Moaning and closing his eyes as he felt his shaft enter your mouth.

You struggled to handle him, but Kai didn't let it stop you.

He pushed more, urging you to take more. And you obeyed without a second thought, taking as much of his length as you could. "Take a deep breath and hold it bunny. I'm going to push you."

You felt Kai pull out of your mouth completely, giving you the chance to breathe. You held your breath as you felt him hold your head in place. His tip pointed at your mouth, waiting patiently for you to allow his entry. You opened your mouth and he slowly pushed in, keeping you from moving. Inch by inch, it slid into your mouth. Your eyes shut as your body twitched.

"Good, bunny." Kai moaned as he kept going. "Almost there, just a little more." Kai let out a louder moan and stopped moving, his cock buried completely in your mouth. Your eyes rolled back as you fell limp in his grip. "No gagging? Oh, you're such a special slut, aren't you? I'll get a little rough with you then..."

Kai pulled out completely again before slamming his cock back into your mouth, fucking into it while holding you in place. The noises are so wet and gross, but you couldn't help but love every second. Your throat burned, your jaw ached, Kai pulled at your hair tightly, and tears streamed down your face, but Kai's moans kept you going.

You could feel the muscles in Kai's thighs tensing. His body heat growing. You moaned in excitement.

"Oh, you're ready for it? Then, here's your first reward!" Kai shouted as he came down your throat.

Pump after pump, his eyes rolling back and face contouring into pleasure. It was so much that you couldn't swallow everything, and it started leaking out of your mouth. "Oh, well that's okay for your first time. But I'd prefer it if you swallowed as much as you can. It's less messy."

You felt Kai pulling away but tried to use your mouth to suck on him more, pulling him in. You swallowed as much as you could, almost every drop. Then kept sucking on his shaft.

"J-Jesus! Bun, wait–calm down!" Kai moaned.

His body tried to pull away, but you used your hands to hold him.

"Bunny! Stop!" Kai shouted at you.

You snapped back to reality and let him go. "I'm sorry, I don't know why I did that..."

Kai lifted your chin. "It seems like you want more, right?"

You, embarrassed, nodded.

"Beg for me then. Tell me you want more."

You threw away the last ounce of dignity that you had. "Kai, I really love your cock. Please give me more! I'm such a dumb, stupid, bunny. I'm only good for whatever you want me to do. I–I..."

Kai smiled. "You, what?"

"I'm just a cock slut for you. I only want your dick..."

Kai laughed softly. "I know, bunny. You really are crazy about me... So, go, lay down. On your stomach"

You listened to him as you lay on the bed. Face down, your back instantly arching.

"Oh, what a perverted bunny. You already know the position... And what great for you have." Kai said as his hand traced your arch and stopped on your ass, giving it a hard smack and earning a pitiful yelp from you. "Stay here, I need to prepare you. Talk to me if something's not right."

You wait patiently as you hear Kai shuffle around the room, looking for things and opening drawers on his desk. You feel a cold liquid hit your whole, slimy and drippy. You shiver for a moment, but the cold is immediately replaced by the introduction of a warm finger inside of you. Your body reacts and pulls away from it, but Kai holds you in place.

"It's your first time, so it's going to be a little difficult. But if you run, it will be more difficult." Kai takes his time preparing you, talking to you the whole time. checking on you, making sure you're able to handle the next level as he moves in with more fingers. "Okay, it's time. Now's the chance to stop if you need Bunny. You came twice just from me prepping you..."

You were sweating and drooling on the sheets. You could barely form real words, but you knew you went through all of that for a reason. You needed him in you. Your body shuddered as you let an embarrassingly loud moan, begging for Kai.

"Okay, then. We'll keep going." He whispered as he slicked his member up. "Remember to keep breathing."

You took long deep breaths as you felt his tip positioned outside your hole. One of his hands held your hip and guided you backward onto him. You felt it enter you, and you could almost see colors. It was so hot, that all your brain could muster was the word hot.

"Oh, it's hot, so hot, very, hot cock." You drooled.

"It's not hot, it's just not your body temperature. You'll get used toit."

You twitched as he pushed slowly deeper into you.

"You're doing such a good job, bunny. Just hang in there."

You could feel Kai splitting you apart with how thick he was. And it felt like there was no end to his cock. You thought every inch would be the last but it just kept going. But then he hit the bundle of nerves that made you almost scream and buck backward onto him, forcing the rest into you. Your mouth hung open, drool slipping out, and your eyes started to lose focus.

"Bunny! Are you okay?" Kai stroked your back, not wanting to move.

After a few minutes of not moving, you managed to get back under control.

Kai stared at you in disbelief. "I don't know you did it, but you're seriously taking all of me... Feel it." Kai took your hand and pressed it to your stomach, letting you feel a small bump in your gut. "You have me so deep in you, bunny. Good job!" Kai shifted you, leaning you into his arms. Your back against his chest. "Now, here's the really fun part..."

Kai lifted you off the bed, cock still in you, and maneuvered you against the wall. He spun you around on his cock so your back was against the wall, so he could look at you while fucking you.

"Look at you, so easy to toss around." He said as he did his first thrust into you.

"So cute with my cock inside you, bulging your tummy." He said as he did two more thrusts.

"Twitching, squeezing, and milking my cock. You want me, bunny?"

You nodded. "Please fuck me, Kai. I need this!"

Kai didn't respond, he pressed you harder into the wall and started slamming into you. He held you against the wall the whole time while fucking you, kissing you on your neck and lips. Occasionally licking away your tears while you rode out the waves of pleasure splashing into you. Kai stopped holding back completely, going even faster, making you cum all over the both of you.

"My turn," Kai grunted as he slammed into you, holding your hips against his body to get as deep as he could. He drains his balls into you, every last drop pouring into you as he uses one hand to feel his cock in your stomach as it pumps into you.

Kai took his time to breathe before guiding you back to the bed and laying you down carefully. "Did you live, bunny?"

You breathlessly nodded. You came at least 4 times in one session and were this close to passing out. Your lips were red and swollen, your hair a mess, and had a necklace of kiss marks around your neck.

"Well, bunny. Now that you're mine. It's my job to take care of you now. So why don't I give you a nice shower..." Kai chuckled as he kissed your forehead. He carried you into the bathroom as you started dozing off, leaning on him as he cleaned you...

#txt smut #heuningkai smut #heuningkai x reader #txt x reader #heuningkai #heuning kai #oracle of dreams #kpop x male reader #kpop x male reader smut #kpop smut #txt x male reader #txt hard hours

[nvrsaidiwasinurcloset]

oml~~~ plz give us a part 2 to bad idea right

Hiiii! I hope you like it:)

Bad Idea Right? - Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader - Part 2

Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader

This contains SMUT - Minors DNI

Part 1, Part 3

Summary: After hooking up with your brother's best friend, you can't wait to do it again.

A/N: I got a message from an anon saying that my smut needed to be more detailed and longer. I tried to do that with this, and I hope y'all like it!

The next day, you woke up to your brother and Ethan yelling. You decided to go check it out and saw the two boys on the living room floor, playing Mario Kart.

“You’re cheating!” your brother yelled, as Ethan knocked his character off the side of Rainbow Road.

“I am not!” Ethan yelled, as his character came in first place.

“You know I would’ve won if you didn’t pull that shit,” your brother said, before looking over to you. “Good morning! Sorry if we woke you up. Ethan’s a cheater.”

You let out a sleepy laugh in response as you sat on the couch behind them, watching them continue to play. After a while, you started to call Ethan out for not playing fair.

“Nothing is fair in Mario Kart,” he said, as you rolled your eyes.

“Give me the controller,” you said to your brother, who’d just come in 5th place because of Ethan.

He passed you the controller, and you played just as dirty as Ethan. After you were coming up to the end of the third lap and you saw his character in front of you, you sent a bomb to him, as you went past him and won first place.

“What the fuck?” Ethan said, as your brother looked over to you.

“She’s ruthless, dude,” he said, “Are you guys hungry?”

“Starving,” you and Ethan both said at the same time.

“Let’s go to the diner down the street,” your brother suggested.

As you sat in the booth across from your brother and Ethan, your friend that your brother had been talking to from the night before walked in with her family. When she saw you, she sat down on your side of the table.

Her family greeted you, before taking a seat at a table a few down from yours.

“I’ll be there in a minute,” she said to her family, sliding into the seat beside you.

“Hey,” you said, giving her a side hug.

She greeted everyone at the table, before your brother started a conversation with her.

“Hey, I’m leaving to go back to school tomorrow, but I was wondering if you’d like to go to dinner with me tonight?” he asked, flashing her a smile.

“Yeah, that sounds fun,” she smiled, a blush creeping up on her cheeks.

“Why do you have to go back tomorrow?” you groaned. You hated how short his visits were.

“You’ll get me for two whole weeks during spring break,” he said, before making small talk with your friend.

You and Ethan didn’t say much to each other, just exchanging occasional glances. It almost felt a little awkward, because you didn’t have the chance to talk the night before after everything happened. You knew you felt the connection there, but you didn’t know if he did, too.

As you got ready to leave, and your friend went back to her family, your brother was beaming.

“I just ask that the two of you don’t kill each other while I’m gone tonight,” he said, “It’ll only be a couple hours, but dad’s taking mom to a winery and won’t be back ‘til later. It’ll just be the two of you.”

“That gives me a couple hours to kick your ass at Mario Kart,” Ethan said, smirking at you.

“Yeah, like that’ll happen,” you said, playfully nudging him.

As the day flew by, your brother set the controller down for the game he was playing with Ethan.

“I need to get ready for my date,” he said, standing up from his spot on the floor.

“I want a rematch,” Ethan said to you as your brother walked upstairs.

You smiled as you took your brother’s place on the floor beside him. You both played a few rounds, him losing every time. You were in the middle of another round when you heard the squeaky knob for the shower turn on. Ethan set his controller on the floor.

“Are you finally giving up?” you asked, smirking at him.

“No,” he whispered as he leaned closer.

He laid you back on the floor with seconds, his lips attached to yours. It was escalating quickly, his tongue slipping past your lips as his hands started to roam your body. Once he started to massage one of your breasts over your shirt, you felt your pussy start to throb, and you knew you didn't have time to do anything else before your brother left.

“We need to stop,” you said against his lips.

At that moment, you heard the stairs creak as your brother make his way down. The two of you sat up, grabbing your controllers.

“You guys okay?” your brother asked, noticing the heavy breathing coming from both of you.

“Yeah, intense game,” you said, trying to play it off.

“Okay, well I’m leaving now,” he said, grabbing his keys off the coffee table.

“You look so handsome!” you said, taking in his appearance as your brother rolled his eyes.

“I wanted to look nice, it is a first date,” he said, making his way through the hallway and out the front door.

“Have fun!” you yelled after him.

Ethan’s lips were right back on yours as soon as the door closed. As he sat in his spot, you straddled his lap, your fingers lacing in his hair. You felt his hard cock pressing on your ass when you started to grind against him. His hands gripped your hips, moving you faster against him.

“Let’s go to my room,” you said, pulling away.

You held his hand as you led him up the stairs and into your room. His lips reconnected with yours, before gently pushing you back on the bed. He attacked your neck with kisses as he grinded his erection against you.

"Mmm, I need you," you got out, as he chuckled against your neck.

"Be patient, baby."

His hands went to the hem of your shirt, lifting it up and over your head. He reached back behind you to unhook your bra, before grabbing onto one of your breasts and taking his nipple in his mouth. Your back started to arch when he swirled his tongue.

“Fuck,” you gasped, as he moved to the other side.

“I’m so fucking hard right now,” he said against you, as his lips moved further down your body.

Whimpers slipped past your lips the closer he got to where you needed him most.

He slid your pants down your legs, before placing kisses all over your thighs. You moaned when he sucked on your flesh, gently grazing his teeth against your inner thighs. He reached up to rub you against your clothed pussy.

“Fuck that feels good,” you whispered.

His fingers kept moving, the material getting more soaked by the second.

He slid your panties to the side to rub slow circles on your clit. His eyes stayed on yours as he teased you, the sounds pouring out of your mouth was quickly becoming his new favorite. He slid one of his fingers inside of you, moving it back and forth. Your breath hitched in your throat when he added another and moved his fingers against that special spot inside of you. He watched his fingers slide in and out of you, your wetness coating him.

“Fuck,” he groaned as your walls started to tighten around him.

He leaned forward to wrap his mouth around your clit, the stimulation sending you over the edge.

“Oh shit,” you moaned out, your hips bucking against his hand.

Through your post-orgasm haze, your eyes connected with his as he put his fingers that were inside of you to his mouth.

“Fuck, you taste so good,” he said, lust dripping off his words.

You whimpered at the sight as he grabbed the waistband of your panties, sliding them down your legs.

“Wait, can you grab a condom out of that top drawer first?” you asked, thinking about how unsafe you were the night before.

“Of course,” he said, walking to your bedside table and grabbing one.

When he came back over to you, his hands ran across your exposed skin, loving the gasps slipping past your lips. As badly as he wanted to fuck you, he was loving teasing you.

“So beautiful,” he said, placing kisses along your ribs.

“I need you to fuck me,” you moaned out.

“I told you I wanted to take my time with you,” he said, his finger brushing against your clit again.

“Please, Ethan?” you said, begging him for more.

“I need you on all fours, baby,” he said.

You did as he said, getting into the position. Your ass stuck up in the air as he grabbed the condom from his wallet and rolled it on.

He slowly slid inside of you, really taking advantage of all the free time he had with you. As he inched further in, you started to meet his slow thrusts, needing more.

“Fuck,” he whispered, starting to move faster. “I love your pussy.”

“You’re filling me up so good,” you whimpered.

As needy as you were, he still didn’t want to rush through this with you.  You were pleading with him to go faster, but your words were coming out as a mumbled mess.

“What do you need, baby?” he asked, slowing his hips a little.

“Please go faster,” you rushed out, resting your head down against the comforter.

He sped up a little, but he was still holding back.

“Baby, please!” you cried out.

He started to thrust into you at a fast pace. One hand was holding onto your hip while the other was roaming the flesh of your ass.

Your moans kept getting louder, letting him know you were starting to get close. Your hand reached up underneath of you, quickly rubbing your clit.

“Oh my god,” you moaned out.

That feeling inside of you was building up fast as your pussy dripped around Ethan.

“You’re taking me so well,” he groaned out, grabbing your hips to drill into you as fast as he could.

“Fuck…oh fuck…I’m gonna cum,” you cried out.

Your fingers kept circling your swollen clit as your orgasm hit. The intensity of it gave you goosebumps as your hips stuttered against his. Ethan started to chase his own orgasm, gripping your hips so hard you knew you’d have bruises.

“Oh fuck,” he moaned out, his movement slowing as he filled the condom.

He relaxed his grip on your hips, but stayed inside of you for a few minutes, loving the warm feeling of you around him.

When he did pull out, you whined, missing the feeling.

He disposed of the condom in the wastebasket in your room while you turned over to lay on your back.

“No one’s ever made me cum that hard,” you said, your breath steadying as Ethan laid beside you.

“I hope your hips are okay,” he said, with a laugh. “I didn’t mean to hurt you if I did.”

“No, that was perfect,” you said, leaning over to kiss his lips.

“Can we talk?” he said, and your heart started to race.

“Sure,” you said, as he laced his fingers with yours.

"I know that I piss you off, and I know that I’m going back to college tomorrow, but would you like to see where this goes?” he asked.

You sat up to look into his hopeful eyes.

“I’d love to.”

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Spidey -> Ethan Landry Parte Uno

In which the web slinging superhero is closer than you think.

(Sorry I just LOVE this idea I can’t)

You groaned as you entered your apartment, dropping your cheer bag on the counter as you moved into the kitchen. It’d a long day at school—longer than normal—and you were exhausted. So you kicked off your cheer shoes and pulled your headache-inducing ponytail free, running your hands through your hair to massage your scalp.

Tara texted, making sure you got home, and you replied quickly.

Tare Bear 💜

Tara: hey girl, make it?

Y/N: yeah. about to eat another boring salad.

Tara: couch was on our ass today, what the hell? apparently she said we all need to lose five pounds before the game in two weeks

Y/N: I’m already swamped with homework wtf

Y/N: gym in the morning?

Tara: yeah, I’ll pick you up at five

You turned off your phone and grumbled to yourself, making your way towards your room. The siren song of ranch was loud but, if coach was serious, you’d do the boring alternative of a little bit of olive oil and lemon juice. As you made it into your room you yelped as a fist hit the window, knocking aggressively.

“What the hell…” you mumbled, opening up your window to glare at Spider-Man. “I was just about to drown my sorrows with a gallon of water. What do you want?”

“I sprained my wrist.” The spandex-wearing hero explained, already sneaking into your bedroom as you gave him space. “Help me out, doc?”

“Cant you go to a real doctor?” You asked, rolling your eyes as you moved to your dresser where you kept your medical supplies. As a third year med student, and a good keeper of secrets, you’d been tending to Spider-Man’s various injuries since freshmen year.

“But you’re so much nicer. And no, I cant.”

“What about Stark?” You asked, fishing out a bottle of Advil. “Doesn’t he have some sort of fancy doctor to help out Avengers?” You wiggled your eyebrows, glancing over as Spider-Man plopped onto your bed.

“Not an Avenger.” He mumbled, rolling his wrist around. You couldn’t see his face—had never seen it—but you were sure he was wincing. “Hey, nice uniform. Had fun with your pompons?”

“Yeah I know you like my uniform.” You scoffed, moving over. It was true, your short skirt and tight top did wonders for your figure. “Wish coach liked it. She’s saying we all need to lose five pounds before the game.”

“But you—I mean, you look great you—I mean your body is..” he trailed off, embarrassed, and your smile turned feline. “I just mean you look good. And stuff.”

“How sweet.” You laughed lightly, passing him the Advil. “I’ll get you some ice. You can take the meds while Im in the kitchen.”

You left the room, moving to grab your ice pack as you worked. It was strange, honestly. He’d been seeing you for a while now, your interactions friendly if not a bit flirtatious, but you still didn’t know anything about him. And weirdly enough, you wanted to. It wasn’t that you liked him or anything, but…

You went back to the bedroom, covering your eyes comically as you pretended to feel around.

“Covered up, Spidey?” You asked, fighting back a laugh when his chuckle filled the space between you.

“Yeah. Thanks.”

You uncovered your eyes and moved forward, offering the ice-pack. When he took it, his covered fingers met your own, the smooth fabric of the suit cool against your skin. You fought a suddenly sharp inhale and backed up, gesturing to the window.

“Well, um. Goodnight.” You said, smiling a tad bit awkwardly. “Gotta go make myself a pile of lettuce. See you around.”

“Wait—” he stood up suddenly and you blinked. “I mean—want to…do something? Like watch a movie or—?”

“Spidey.” You laughed, raising an eyebrow. “Superhero,” you started, pointing to him. “civilian.” You added, pointing to yourself. “Isn’t that like..against protocol?”

“No one’s gonna know.” He protested, moving a step forward. “Come on, aren’t we friends, Y/N?”

You stared, looking at his towering, muscular form. And you suddenly felt a twinge of disappointment. Or was it longing?

“I’m just your free medic.” You said, turning your back to him. “See you later!”

It was quiet for a moment so you glanced over your shoulder.

He was gone.

-

You were stretching when Ethan, Chad’s roommate and your nerdy friend, jogged up to you. He looked slightly sweaty and out of breath, like he’d run all the way from his late night Econ class to meet you at the football field. You raised your brows, wiping the dirt off your skirt as you stood, slinging your bag over your shoulder.

“Hey, E.” You greeted, scanning him up and down with your eyes. He’d agreed to drive you home after practice, claiming it was too dangerous to walk alone. Chad had already taken Tara home, so you were stuck with Ethan. “Run all the way here? Getting your laps in?”

“Yeah. I mean—no. Not all the way.”

“Sure you didn’t.” You laughed, looping your arm through his as you walked off the field, leading him towards the parking lot. “My valiant rescuer. What will I ever do to thank you?”

“Wanna get food?” He asked, raising his brows. “We can study for the test while we wait.”

“Yeah I—” you frowned. “I cant. Sorry. Sticking to salads and protein shakes right now, E.”

“Come on. You’re gorgeous. You’re coach is an idiot.” He told you, not really realizing what he’d said, but your brows knit.

“Did Tara tell you?” You asked, confused, and his cheeks reddened.

“Yeah I mean. Chad was talking about it. Saying Tara was pissed.”

“Rightfully so. We’re skinny enough as it is.” You complained, frowning as you made your way to his car. Then you paused, smiling a bit wickedly. “You think I’m gorgeous?”

Ethan was flustered, but smiled shyly as he opened the passenger door for you.

“Obviously.” He mumbled, brown eyes on yours, and you grinned.

“Awww, E.” You cooed, reaching up to pinch his cheek before you climbed into the car.

Later, clad in an oversized shirt, you sat next to Ethan on the couch, laughing. He was gagging dramatically, his own shake in front of him half-drank before he’d requested a sip of your own. Yours was with water, instead of milk, and was the vegan protein powder you kept in your pantry. He’d allowed you to convince him to drink a chocolate whey, not wanting to order the burger he’d wanted and have you suffer alone.

“God this is awful.” He griped, and you laughed loudly at his twisted up expression. “God how do you drink this?”

“Anything for cheer.” You giggled, and he rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, you and your pompoms.” He mumbled, and you poked him in the side.

“You like my pompoms.”

“You know I do.” He shot back, turning to look at you, and your heart stuttered. Then he glanced away, looking a bit nervous, before looking back. “I like you, Y/N.” He admitted, and you raised a brow, even as you blushed.

“I should hope so. We’re friends, after all.”

“I mean more.” He added, looking away awkwardly at your silence. “It’s fine if you don’t.”

But his breathing hitched a fraction when you took his face in your hand and made him look at you, scanning those gorgeous eyes of his for any hint of reluctance. When there was none you leaned forward, your own heart rate increasing as you pressed your mouth softly against his.

Okay, it was hardly a kiss. Only so much so that you could acknowledge the graze of his mouth against your own—could feel the curve and slope of his lips. But then he was jumping, yanking away, as one of the loudest ringtones you’d ever heard went off.

Even you startled, and you began to laugh before seeing the panicked look on his face.

“E? You okay—?”

“I gotta go. I’m sorry!” He said, expression hardening as he bolted to his feet and practically tore out of your apartment.

So you sat there feeling slightly dumb, your lips still tingling from the kiss.

-

Later, hours later, you were bored, watching Tombraider for the billionth time on your laptop.

Tare Bear 💜

Y/N: I kissed Ethan

Y/N: well, kind of

Tara: WHAT

Y/N: we were having fun and then I kissed him and he just left ??? Like did I do something wrong ??

Tara: you’re the hottest girl in school . Maybe he just panicked ??

You began typing again but froze when you heard the familiar knocks at your window, and you sighed loudly. You moved over and opened it up, giving Spider-Man a weighted stare.

“Not now, Web Boy. I’m going through a crisis.”

“I got cut!” He protested, grabbing the window with insane strength to stop you from pushing it down. “Come on, Y/N.”

You stared at those eyes, those white eyes of the mask, and rolled your own.

“Fine. Fine. I’m getting a glass of wine, want anything?”

“No thanks.” The hero said brightly, crawling inside when you moved away. You got your glass of wine before coming back and scoffing, staring at the cut he was so worried about.

“That is a paper-cut, Spidey. A paper cut.”

“What if it’s infected?” He asked, pouting, and you folded.

“Jesus, you’re going to be the death of me.” You grumbled, taking a large gulp before moving to your dresser to get anti-biotic salve and a bandaid. He’d taken the glove off on his right hand and was flexing his fingers over and over. “Speaking of death, I’m going to kill a boy. Maybe you could turn a blind eye from your hero shit and let me get away with it.”

“What?” He asked, voice cautious as you moved closer. “What…boy?”

“This guy he—“ you paused, sighing dramatically. “I don’t know why I’m telling you this. Give me your hand.”

“Wait, I wanna know.” He protested, holding his hand up high out of reach. The man was tall, for Christ’s sake.

“Seriously? Is this what we do now? Gossip about our love lives?” You smirked, fighting down the desire to tell him. You’d known him for a long time, now. Surely it wouldn’t be the worst thing to happen. “Are we braiding each other’s hair next? Pillow fighting?”

“We can pillow fight but I might take your eye out by accident.” When you opened your mouth to argue he pushed his hand down into your own, and the sudden warmth and smoothness of his skin startled you. “Tell me about this guy. Maybe I can help.”

You stared at him for a moment, your cheeks flushing a bit as you glanced down at the hand in your own. Your thumb grazed his knuckles involuntarily before you blinked, clearing your head and turning his fingers up so you could see them.

“Well..” you started, cleaning his finger off with a wet rag as you spoke. Truly he was such a baby. He used to only come to you for big things and now you were treating paper-cuts? “He’s kind of dorky, but I like that. He treats me like a human being and not just a piece of ass like a lot of frat guys do to cheerleaders.” You continued, wiping on some salve. “But…tonight I..” you swallowed, blinking down at his hand as you opened up a bandaid and smoothed it down. “I think I fucked up.”

“How?” Spider-Man asked, and he sounded slightly out of breath. You looked up at his face.

“I kissed him. Sort of. And then he just ran like—he literally could not get out of here fast enough.”

“Maybe he had to go somewhere?” Spidey offered, and didn’t let your hand go when you moved to set his free. “I don’t know I just think any guy would be stupid to run away from you.”

“Sure you do.”

“I do. Why do you think I keep coming back?”

You stared down at him, at the superhero you’d been tending to for so long, and something in you shifted. You moved towards him, your knees brushing his own where he sat on your bed. Your eyes were soft and filled with…Spider-Man didn’t know….but you looked so pretty and he…

“Is that why you come?” You asked, biting your bottom lip. “Because you…”

You reached out, touching his arm carefully, well aware the physical boundaries between you had never been crossed like this. And when you set your hands on his shoulders, he didn’t protest. If anything he leaned into your touch, both of your breaths catching when you braved going further and climbed onto his lap, settling yourself against him.

The latex was surprisingly smooth and warm against your bare legs, his hands immediately finding your waist to hold you still.

“Y/N.” He breathed, masked face so close to your own. “You know why I come back.” He said, and you could’ve sworn your heart skipped a beat. “I come back for you.”

You smiled softly at that, your hands sliding up his neck. But when your thumbs hooked under his mask and began to cautiously slide it up, he grabbed onto your wrists. You shot him a questioning look.

“Not—not yet.” He told you, and you frowned. You must’ve been losing your damn touch, because—

But then he was moving closer, hands finding your neck as his masked-mouth met yours, the foreign sensation strange but not at all unenjoyable. You could feel the shape of him, feel his warmth pressed against you, and it felt…familiar. Right. You made a soft noise and he gripped your hips tighter, your eyes pulling back to meet his.

“I wanna kiss you for real.” You murmured, running a thumb over his lips through the suit, and he shook his head.

“Not yet. Please. Give me time.”

You nodded, allowing him to slip his arms around your waist as he pulled you into him, your head resting in the crook of his neck as he breathed. You could’ve sworn he mumbled something but you ignored it, too busy allowing the masked hero to press your entire body against his.

Afterwards, what felt like minutes, he ran a hand through your hair and pulled you away.

“I have to go.” He said, sounded regretful. “I’ll see you again soon. I promise.”

“Okay.” You whispered, wishing you could see even a glimpse of his face, but understanding. “Okay. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.” He repeated as you moved off him, but not before planting one last kiss against your head. He dove out the window and swung off into the night, doing an elaborate flip you knew he thought would impress you.

It did.

HELLLOOOO WHATBDONYOU GUYS THINK?

#ethan landry fanfiction #ethan landry imagine #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry oneshot #spiderman x reader #spiderman #Spider-Man #peter parker #scream six fanfiction #scream six

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Weak Immune System (Karasuno Volleyball Club/ MALE!Reader) Part I

This is originally written for my AO3, figured I'd post it here as well just for the heck of it. All of this to say, this is not good lol

You couldn't wait to get back to practicing with your friends, after spending the first week of school stuck at home, sick with the rest of your family. You were a second year at Karasuno high, and you'd been playing volleyball since you could walk. Most people would say you were an excellent player, but you'd put yourself more as a decent all-rounder.

Your classmate, Tanaka has been going on about these crazy good first years ever since school started, texting you videos of the four first years in action, he even caught the famous "freak quick" in action, and it had your blood racing with anticipation of what the team could do with so much raw talent.

Morning practice had never been your favorite, but Tanaka had insisted on dragging your butt out of bed early, some might even say too early. You weren't expecting anyone to be there, just under an hour before the practice was meant to start, but sure enough, there were your upperclassmen, setting up the net, already in gym clothes.

"Yo! Look who's back!" Tanaka called, proudly clapping you on the back, grinning "Mr. Weak-immune-system here!"

"Would you stop calling me that?" you huffed "I get Scarlet-fever one time!"

"(Y/N)? You're back!" Sugawara cried, jogging up enthusiastically. You knew to brace before he started his round of playfully punching your gut, Suga's usual greeting "It's about time!"

You playfully punched him back, striking his shoulder with just enough force to smart "you don't need me anymore, remember? Got yourselves two tall-ass first years to play with!"

Daichi smiled, patting you gently on the shoulder "it's good to have you back, we missed you against Seijouh."

"You won, Cap! Hardly seems like you needed lil' old me!"

Daichi's face turned sour "you didn't see Oikawa's monster serve. If we're going to stand a chance then we need a stronger defense, that starts with you, and ends with Nishinoya."

"Is he still not back?" you wondered, a frown falling on your face "damned idiot still lovestruck over Asahi?"

"Yeah, I guess so, now that you're here though I bet we can get his ass back on a court!" Tanaka declared "c'mon, let's get changed so you can show those creeps how a real man serves!"

Tanaka hauled you off to the club room before you could argue, leaving the two third-years grinning, glad that things hadn't changed. At first glance, some people might not think much of you, sure you were tall, and you took good care of yourself, but off the court, you weren't really intimidating. They knew the first years wouldn't know what hit them.

You came back dressed for practice and helped everyone set up, catching up with the gossip. The rest of the second-years arrived, closely followed by the first years who quickly spotted the new face.

You knew the blonde was taller than you, but you weren't used to being looked down on by anyone, being over six-foot had its perks after all. Still, you smiled and casually waved a greeting while you were stretching your legs out on the floor "mornin'!"

"Who are you?" the tall blonde sneered at you.

"Watch your damn mouth first-year!" Tanaka yelled from across the court "he'll kick your ass!"

"Not from down there he won't." the boy chuckled.

You shrugged, your build hadn't hinted at your height then, good. It wouldn't hurt to mess with him a little, not when he looked oh so smug and the other first years were watching. "Tsukishima, right? Ryu said you were salty but damn, you start early."

As you spoke, you gathered to your feet, taking your sweet time stretching to your full height, which was in fact, exactly as tall as he was. There was a flash of surprise in his eyes, and you smirked.

"Name's (Y/N), I'm in 2-5. Been sick all week, sorry I missed the action now."

"Woah! You're really tall!" Tangerine declared.

"Hi, Hinata right? That makes you Kageyama and you're Yamaguchi, yeah?"

"How do you know our names?" Kageyama wondered.

"Kiyoko recorded some of your plays for me, and I'm a people person," you gave them your sweetest smile, you wanted them to underestimate how ruthless you could be on the court, you loved when people just assumed you were a gentle giant, like Asahi.

"So you saw the quick attack?! Like whoosh! Bang!"

"Cool sound effects, and yes." you smiled at the puppy-like enthusiasm "you're a little ball of energy huh?"

Hinata flushed but was spared from responding, thanks to Daichi's call to start warming up together. They still didn't have a coach, but they were used to that by now, running through the drills they knew and correcting each other's forms where necessary.

The first years were a technical disaster, not to mention constantly at each other's throats (no thanks to Tsukishima's active poking), and it made you wonder how Daichi got them to behave themselves long enough to play ball.

"Dude! You're up to serve!" Tanaka yelled, yanking you out of your pensive thoughts by tossing you a ball.

The team was running serve/receive drills now, you'd already done a few receives, nothing special but it got your blood moving just enough for you to attempt the jump-serve.

A week at home hadn't stopped you from doing light workouts, or you'd have gone mad in your room with your little brother, so you were confident as you walked behind the line, measured your steps out of habit, and got into position.

On the other side of the net were Hinata and Tsukishima, neither of which would receive worth a damn, so you decided to have some fun.

You set up the service, hearing the surprise in the room when you jumped. You were already tall, and your jump technique had taken you literal years to perfect. The first swing wasn't as hard as you could hit it, you didn't want to strain yourself, so you aimed right between the two first years.

Hinata dove for the ball, completely off balance, and sent it flying into the wall, while Tsukishima almost stepped on him.

"Hell YEAH!" you and Tanaka yelled, performing your traditional celebratory chest bump, you'd been practicing that since middle school too. Many a bloody nose had once followed a good serve.

"Nice serve (Y/N)!"

You bowed theatrically "thank you, thank you!"

"Do that again!"

You looked up to meet a pair of wide, amber eyes, staring at you with an intensity that was almost terrifying, unblinking, and determined.

"Tanaka, this kid scares me," you muttered as he passed you another ball "is he always like this?"

Tanaka shrugged beside you "only when he really wants to beat someone...good luck with that."

"Thanks, real helpful dude."

Pt. 2 Pt.3

#haikyuu #haikyuu x male reader #reader insert #series #karasuno x male reader #karasuno headcanons

[ariesbilly]

Steve Harrington is a pretty good choice in partner, but Billy is of the solid opinion that everything can be improved. And what won't be improved willingly can always be roped and dragged there kicking and screaming.

First and foremost; that godforsaken bedroom his boyfriend expects him to sleep in. Billy actually physically recoils the first time Harrington opens the door, and decides immediately if you ever want to break a man, just lock him in here.

Looking at his dad's bare asshole would invoke less of a vomit reflex than tartan on tartan. Also, whoever actually created and sold tartan wallpaper needs to be killed for the immediate greater good of humanity.

Still. The wallpaper is a longcon kinda game, so Billy turns his attention to something that can be fixed with relative swiftness.

The fire is roaring and crackling when Steve comes home from work, and his boyfriend scrunches his nose at it with a pleased, surprised smile. "Howdy, Pyro," he greets, leans over Billy's shoulder to warm his hands. Billy offers him the pack of marshmallows and, subtly, uses his heel to kick the pair of scissors further under the deck chair.

"Is that fabric?" Steve asks on his third marshmallow, leaning so close to the flames Billy has to pull him back lest he lose a brow.

"Eh, scraps I found in the garage."

Two weeks later, Steve has been rib-deep in his closet for a good half an hour before he calls out; "hey, Cake? Do you know where my green sweater is?"

Billy can't help smiling a slow, smug, sly little thing as he dries off the last dish. "Sorry, Hidalgo. No idea."

The next time, Steve brought it on himself. The faux-fur monstrosity he wears out to the movies looks like he cut up a rug made out of unfortunate roadkill and shaped it like a jacket, and honestly, Billy's just doing the Lord's work when he trips and spills a blue slushie all over it. It'll never wash out, and Harrington wisely decides the thing has lived a full life and deserves to visit the landfill of eternal rest.

The day after, Billy buys a cream colored suede jacket with sheepskin on the collar and cuffs. Presents it to Steve, pouty and apologetic, and Steve wears it for a week straight when they go out. It makes his eyes look deeper, darker. Makes the pink on his cheeks stand out a little.

Two months into dating proper, Steve wears an honest to god vest that Nancy got him for his birthday to Jonathan's college leaving party, and Billy has to do breathing exercises before getting in the car.

"You love him," he mutters, clenching and unclenching his fists. "You love him. His dick is fucking huge. You love him. He eats your ass like he's starving. You love him...."

The vest, ultimately, accidentally gets washed with a pair of jeans Billy doesn't really care about anyway, which happen to have a forgotten switchblade in the pocket, and Billy has to visibly school his expression when Steve pulls it out of the machine a half-hour later in eight different pieces.

They're three months, two jackets, three sweats, one vest and a pair of honest to god flared khakis ("they're novelty, Billy!") later, and they're laying together in their newly papered bedroom when Steve rolls over him, tucks a lock of his hair behind his ear and says;

"The guilt is eating me alive, so. How about next time you hate something I wear, you just tell me, and we can donate it to charity so you can get me something else, my conscience stays clear, and we're both happy, mm?"

Billy grins. "And inflict those crimes against humanity on other people? Damn, Long Johnson. Knew you were a secret sadist. That's kinda hot," he bites his lip and Steve laughs, squirms up close, fingers digging into Billy's hips, words hot on his ear.

"Oh, Barbie. If you wanna see sadism, I'll show you my christmas sweater collection."

I AM SCREAMING AT THESE NICKNAMES!!!!

billy is gonna queer eye steve so hard when they start dating ... he loves the rich preppy boy money he does NOT love the yuppie fashion he has to draw a line somewhere

#billys mantra every time steve does/wears something he hates being reminders that hes got a big dick and eats him out so good... real #harringrove #briana answers things

[newronantic]

BYLER FICS

ayo its been a while but we got a new hyperfixation + covid is kicking my ass so lets fucking do this also this was supposed to be general stranger things fics but i have byler brainrot lol youve been warned

let’s hear it for the boys by andiwriteordie

mama said you can’t hurry love - Will and Mike throughout the years, told through the eyes of Joyce Byers

the winner takes it all - Robin and Steve start a betting pool on when Will and Mike will finally get together, and it eventually spreads to the entire party

rule of threes - Four times the members of the Party realized they were Mike and Will's third wheel, and one time Mike and Will realized it for themselves.

a very murray mistletoe - The one in which Murray finally has a chat with Will and Mike.

don’t you forget about me - The members of the party go to college, and Mike struggles with change, being away from everything he's ever known, and the fear of losing the people he loves.

and i get the joy of rediscovering you - how Mike falls in love with Will over the years.

so i showed up at your party - Mike throws Will a birthday party while their friends are home on spring break. Naturally, drunken shenanigans occur.

The Red Envelope by midnighteverlark

When Will needs to get his thoughts out of his head, he writes a letter he never intends to send. He addresses it to Mike, and tells him everything. He forgets all about the letter, and the distinctive red envelope he stowed it in, until he turns around to find it missing. Now, Will has to think of some way to stop Mike from reading that letter - or should he wait at Castle Byers on Saturday at 2:00pm and pray for a miracle?

The Unmarked Mixtape by midnighteverlark

The impossible happened: Will asked Mike to be his boyfriend. Even stranger? Mike said yes. That's how it started. A letter, an accidental confession, a Saturday afternoon. And that? That was the easy part. Now, what they do - what they are - is secret. Because if anyone finds out... they don't even want to imagine. But they try not to focus on that. They're busy, after all, trying to navigate this new relationship. Kisses, dates, prom, couples' quarrels. And in the meantime, Will has a problem on his hands; a power he needs to learn to control, before it blows up in his face. It's a crazy end to their school year - but there's more going on behind the scenes than they realize.

It’s just polyester. by mayfixlds, okwillthewise

Will gets a boyfriend and Mike gets jealous.

You gave me your sweater. by mayfixlds, okwillthewise

Two boys navigating their way through life and love.

Come to California, Be A Freak by crow_of_crimes

Mike and Max run away to California together in hopes of finally confessing their feelings to Will and El.

The 5 People Will Byers Came Out To by soidade

Five separate scenes of Will coming out for the first time.

Another Love by Youngcreature28

Volume 2 fix-it fic including the one-bed trope, Will getting Vecna’d and a rain fight & kiss.

Argyle’d by whyamistillwritingpages

You’ve heard of Byler getting Murray’d, now get ready for an extremely high Argyle who doesn’t realize the two aren’t already together to do the exact same.

darling, you got to let me know (should i stay or should i go?) by andiwriteordie 

Mike gets Vecna’d

oh can’t you see you belong with me? by andiwriteordie

Mike gets Vecna’d (again)

sleepless nights, losing ground, i’m reaching for you by andiwriteordie

Ok ok but this time Mike and Will BOTH get Vecna’d

the first. by andiwriteordie

A series of "firsts" in Mike and Will's friendship, over the years.

Mike Wheeler and the Laws of Motion by queer_we_are

Will comes out as gay, and this is a surprise to no one except for Mike. Mike deals with his myriad of thoughts and feelings about this shocking revelation mainly through math metaphors, because of course he does.

Two Idiots Take Way Too Long to Get Together: A Story in Letters by queer_we_are

A week after their wedding, Will and Mike Wheeler-Byers are opening their wedding gifts. They open one present that has them taking a trip down memory lane...

i think we’re alone now by friendstolovers

In which Will has a love bite, the Party freaks out about it, and Mike is jealous of himself.

break their bounds by scorchstorm

Several snapshots of mike and will’s relationship, through the good and the bad.

can’t hold out forever by scorchstorm

Five times that others noticed how mike felt + the one time that will did.

help me hold onto you by scorchstorm

mike falls apart one drunken night. will helps piece him back together.

I Never Find Out ‘Til I’m Head Over Heels by orphan_account

Wherein Mike believes he’s being obvious, Will doesn’t know what he believes, and the pair of them could use a lesson or two in effective communication. Somehow all of this has both nothing and everything to do with five years' worth of school dances.

Love, Mike by Youngcreature28

Or the one where Mike is a jealous, clingy, horny little shit the whole time, has to watch as Will is taken by Vecna, twice, and comes to realise that he may have been in love with his best friend the whole time. It sure would explain a few things.

i ain’t gotta tell him, i think he knows by nxncywheelcr

The “Get Mike and Will Together Mission.” The Quintessential Quartet (another Dustin nickname) had finally decided enough was enough, and planned to get them the fuck together.

Will’s not so Secret Admirer by lgheartofglass

In which Will keeps getting flirty notes from a secret admirer...

Will’s not so Secret Boyfriend by lgheartofglass

Mike and Will decide to keep their relationship a secret... But it doesn't go as planned.

a game of truths by RomeoWrites

“Tell me something that you’ve never told me before.”

a three-step plan to make will byers fall in love by RomeoWrites

The party concocts a three-step plan to get Will Byers to fall in love assuming, of course, that he hasn’t already.

The Screw Ups - Byler by zombiewheeler

We follow mike wheeler and will byers through friendship, love and hurt.

Jealousy (turning saints into the sea) by wasabi8000

The one where Mike finally gets jealous.

Pair of Abnormalities by AwkwardDinosaur

After having combatted Vecna and the Upside Down, Mike Wheeler assumed that his emotional turmoil would finally be put to rest. However, with Will wanting to be more open about their relationship with their friends, where does that leave Mike? Is his fear of telling others rooted in a closeted mindset, or does it come from something far deeper than that?

i’m tearing you asunder by smoosnoom (moonsooms)

The world ends, and then some. Mike and Will find each other again, amidst the debris and distance.

Camaraderie and Catharsis by Dragonboy7

After a year of his friends constantly asking Will about his secret “girlfriend,” Will decides to finally say something. He’ll gladly tell everyone - if they agree to help him set up a surprise for their one year anniversary. What Will does not mention, however, is that this mysterious “girlfriend” is not exactly a girl. Oh, and he’s in the Party.

Prompts by teej_318

A bunch of short one-shots that i’m too lazy to link individually

the worst thing about being honest by quietforasecond

Mike keeps falling asleep, Will can’t stop hacking up flowers, and everyone is suddenly great at giving advice.

#stranger things #byler #mike wheeler #will byers #eleven #jane hopper #lucas sinclair #dustin henderson #max mayfield #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #jonathan byers #steve harrington #eddie munson #erica sinclair #joyce byers #jim hopper #ao3 #fanfic #fic recs

[sachirobabe]

Pranks | M. Atsumu x F!reader

Warnings: Small time-skip spoilers, cursing⚠️

An: repost from my Wattpad

Female reader.

Wc: 1,306

"'Nd don't forget!-"

You interrupted Atsumu, "I know! The cupcakes." You rolled your eyes, leaving the classroom to finally go home.

You're not sure why Atsumu wouldn't just have his brother bake him some cupcakes, he's literally planning on going into the food business someday.

But it does give you a chance to get back at him for the stunt he pulled the other day—well actually three stunts.

The first was practically harmless, but it did tick you off a little, you were in the middle of a conversation with him at night, talking about harmless things and you'd asked him a question and he sent you a gif of the typing dots.

You stayed there for a few minutes, wondering what the hell was taking him so long, then you realized what it was and yelled at him through the phone.

The second time was when you went to the computer lab at school, having to do some research together for school. Everything was well, he was being oddly affectionate and retaining information you gave him.

He even went as far as doing one of the three hard problems, which isn't really the bare minimum at all, but he never does his work so it felt like he did 10 of those.

You drank too much water and ended up going to the bathroom, when you came back and tried to use your mouse, it oddly stopped working.

After minutes of trying to get the stupid mouse to work, you finally had the idea to flip it over and you saw a piece of tape covering the sensor. Atsumu laughed his ass off, crying from tears at your frustration.

The third was just yesterday, he had slept over at your house because it was too late for him to go home and it had been raining, so your parents were okay with him staying, trusting him since you had been dating awhile now.

While you were in the shower, he cut up a bunch of tiny pieces of colored paper, making it into confetti, placing them on top of your ceiling fan, knowing you turned it on after a shower because you got too hot.

And he was right, once you came out all dressed, you turned the fan on and the confetti flew around, making a huge mess in your clean room.

"Atsumu!" You yell. "You're cleaning this!" You say, going back to the bathroom to take off the pieces that had stuck to you.

He did end up cleaning, your parents got a real kick out of his pranks these past couple of weeks, they were all harmless and he made up for them after with kisses and cuddles.

So when your lovely boyfriend asked you to make some cupcakes that he's been craving all day for, you decided it's your turn to get him back.

Immediately as you got home you began to set up the kitchen, and quickly got to mixing ingredients.

You decided to make two batches. One would be completely butchered, all the wrong ingredients so it'd taste nasty. Then the second batch would be normal, but the cake would be burnt, so he really wasn't going to enjoy these.

The first batch smelled terrible, you added some things you couldn't even pronounce the names of, the second batch, however, smelled amazing.

You even added normal frosting to both of the cupcakes so he wouldn't be able to smell the weird ingredients and the burnt ones.

He was over at your house straight from practice, already showered and ready to eat. You felt kinda bad at how excited he was, he was like a little kid in a candy store.

"Babe, 'm so excited, 'ya don't know how long 'ave been wantin' these." He licks his lips. "Doesn't it smell a little burnt in 'ere?" He sniffs.

"Hm really?" You act confused. "I've already had one and they tasted fine."

"'M sure they taste good. Wasn't sayin' 'ya messed up." He clears up.

"I know what you meant, 'Tsumu." You looked at him dreamily, stealing a kiss before he ate the cupcakes and changed his mind about cuddling later.

"Did I tell 'ya I love 'ya? Thanks for the cupcakes!"

You innocently smile at him, grabbing the first cupcake which was the one with all the nasty ingredients and handed it to him.

Before he took a bite he needed to say something else. "Oh yeah, 'Samu said to bring him home some so we can't eat all of 'em." He adds.

"I don't think he'll want them." You mutter quietly underneath your breath.

He took a huge bite, his warm smile and bubbly behavior quickly fading away, he looks confused and disgusted. He spits the cupcake into the trash can, along with the rest of it in his hand, he makes a beeline for the sink and washes his mouth out.

After his coughing fit he turns to you, "What the hell? I thought 'ya loved me." He pouts, wiping his mouth off.

"You've been pranking me all week." You crossed your arms around your chest.

"'Ave been cravin' these all day." He whined to you. "Did 'ya butcher all of these?!" He looks at the cupcakes.

You chose a random one from the second batch. "No. These ones are actually good, I ate one already." You hand it to him.

He huffs and takes it, muttering a 'thank you'. Once again after he took a bite into the cupcake he spits it back out again.

"Seriously? Babe. No way. This is a fate worse than death." He dramatically sighs.

"They're just burnt cupcakes, 'Tsumu. Don't be dramatic." You say. "You've done this all week to me."

"Yeah, but I didn't poison 'ya." He angrily pouts.

"I got you twice, in a row!" You laugh, after a little he was sitting all grumpy in his chair. "Well I'm sorry." You come to his seat on the island, moving his head to your chest, he wraps his arms around your waist.

"Hmp."

"We can remake them?" You suggest.

"No. 'M not cravin' them anymore."

"What do you want then? You haven't eaten and I know you're hungry from practice." You say. "And your big, strong muscles need all the food they can get." You boosted him.

"'Ya like my arms?" He grins.

You nodded, smiling like an absolute love sick idiot.

"Let's order takeout. I won't prank 'ya anymore, we can get 'Samu and Rin next week." He finally smiles.

You both got comfortable on the couch, watching a show you both agreed to, he had his arm around you, pulling you desperately closer.

"They were good pranks, baby." He finally says, kissing your forehead.

"Really? I came up with it last minute after your stupid stunt yesterday with the confetti." You giggle. "Which mind you, I've been picking confetti out of my hair all day."

"'Ma pranks are funny." He shrugs to you.

You scrunch your nose, he presses a quick kiss to it, making it so the two of you were now laying down, with you on top of him.

"Can I bring some of those cupcakes to 'Samu?" He asks.

"Atsumu, leave your brother out of the prank war. Besides I don't think he'll trust the cupcakes." You say into his chest.

"Worth a try. I'll record it." He adds. "I can get Rin real easy with that. His fatass eats everything I have." He furrows his brows.

You laugh, your shoulders shaking in the process, moving Atsumu a little. He lived for your laugh, maybe he should start finding pranks that actually make you laugh because he can live off of this forever.

* do not steal or plagiarize

#haikyuu x reader #fluff #haikyuu #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu x female reader #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu x you #haikyuu!! #writing #haikyuu x self insert #atsumu miya x female reader #atsumu miya x reader #miya atsumu x reader #miya atsumu x female reader #hq atsumu #hq fluff #hq x reader #hq #miya atsumu #atsumu miya #miya twins #atsumu x you #atsumu miya x you #fypシ #fypツ #haikyuu atsumu #haikyuu atsumu miya #atsumu x female reader #atsumu fic

[gas-station-chai]

Tony Vargas Vs the World

So @multi-lefaiye and I have been cultivating another AU. Mashed TFTGS with Scott Pilgrim VS the World and got this beautiful Jantonio-centered mess :3 (with Tony as Scott Pilgrim and Jack as Ramona Flowers)

First evil Ex: Karl Thomas:

Jack’s first ex is the one who’s super easy to defeat (like a mini-boss) so he doesn’t really matter. I’ll make him Jack’s first stalker from vol 2, Karl Thomas (the guy who had a shrine of jack and his missing socks and hair clippings in his trailer). Jack and he dated for like a week or two in middle school, but Jack interpreted “you’re my partner now!” for “let’s pair up on this project” and didn’t realize Karl’s intentions until the project was over and he kept hanging around him. Karl's still stalking him in this au too and Tony ‘defeats’ him easily in battle… with a gun (/hj)

Second evil Ex: Benji:

Next ex on the list is Benji! “Jack, what the hell! This guy’s huge!!” “What can I say? I like guys that are bigger than me.” “Everyone is bigger than you!” “Haha yeah” (Battle ideas: Hunting? Either each other or things in the forest. Or hunting each other in the forest)

Third "evil" Ex: Rosa Vasquez:

Third ex is Rosa <8 “Hi, Jack!” Rosa waves excitedly at Jack, who waves back with a friendly smile.  Tony: “Oh, what? She doesn’t seem so bad, why’s she on your ‘evil ex’ list?” Jack: “Yeah, Rosa’s not so bad. We still hang out once in a while! The weird, Dark God possessing her, on the other hand…” Tony: “The wha--” Tony’s interrupted by the giant tree root hand that snatches him up and drags him into a fight with the now possessed!Rosa

Fourth and Fifth evil Exs: Brick Roscoe x2 (Xavier’s idea <8)

Jack dated one of the brick roscoes for a few months, probably shortly before Jack left for college. He never actually found out that there were two of them and that they were identical twins until much later, because neither of them ever said anything. basically they both just kinda gaslighted jack for a while and each dated him while he thought he only had one boyfriend. he broke things off with both of them when he found out (which happened when the bricks messed up and forgot to coordinate their schedules so they'd never both be in the room with jack at the same time. offering him a threesome did not make him feel better about the whole thing.) In terms of the battle, I think playing up the identical twin thing would be fun. probably a bit predictable, but y'know.

Tony: oh god which one do i fucking shoot Jack: SHOOT THEM BOTH

i think a fun tie-in with this would be like. early in jack and Tony's relationship, Jack asks him if he has a twin, and Tony says no, and Jack says "oh thank god."

Tony: Why'd you ask?? Jack: Uh. don't worry about it.

Sixth evil Ex: Jerry Pascal

6th ex is Jerry :D They dated in college and Jack really liked him until he started getting interested in this new cult that started warping his mind. Jack had to break things off when Jerry wouldn’t stop insisting on him joining so they could “put a stop to all the world’s suffering together,” whatever that meant. (battle idea: battle of wits? Tony thinks it’ll be a piece of cake because this guy acts dumber than a rock. Ends up getting his ass kicked kahoot style)

Seventh evil Ex: Spencer (Fucking) Middleton

7th evil ex is the one and only Spencer Middleton! Jack’s most recent (and most evil) ex of them all. Jack won’t even talk about why they broke up, so Tony assumes it’s really bad. He does tell him that it was his most recent breakup, though, and they’d been dating for a few years after meeting at one of his part time jobs. Spencer's probably the one who orchestrated the whole "League of Evil Exes" thing just to piss off Jack and make his (dating) life a living hell. (Battle idea: fistfight!!!)

feel free (please do) drop suggestions for how jack met/broke up with other exes (or any other trivia you'd wanna add)

#That's all we got so far #Probably gonna add this one to the AU list #chai guy rambles #chai writes stuff #chai guy can't finish his prompts for shit #tftgs #tftgs jack #tftgs tony #jantonio #fuck it im not tagging all of them #xavier my beloved friend #yeah thats right he gets his own tag bc ilh #also if you can't tell. i'm losing my mind #VS the World AU #tftgs au

[melsuki]

𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 m. atsumu x reader

childhood friends to lovers, fem!reader, 1.7k words tw. swearing

you realised you first loved atsumu since he was still missing one of his front two teeth and you had grass stains on your knees and palms. after moving in two weeks ago, you took it upon yourself to explore your new home; the only interesting thing you’ve really found is a small quiet playground shaded by large maple trees- but nevertheless, you’ve become very familiar with your very own little world. you’ve been coming to the local playground every day in the hopes of someone your age coming and befriending you but your only other company so far has been an elderly women with frizzy grey curls, a bright flowery scarf and a large jade bracelet. she could barely hear unless you yelled and could barely see past where to plant her feet as she walks. she would always sit on the wooden bench underneath the biggest twisting maple tree and stare blankly out, her firm mouth and wrinkled eyes creaked upwards in simple contentment.

this persisted until a particularly cloudless day with the sun beating down on your bare shoulders, the heat bringing an otherworldly shimmer to the air. out of nowhere, a strange boy came sprinting up to you, gasping frantic words. “help i-“ he inhales a big gulp of air. “i need to hide. my brother-“ his large brown eyes dart to where he came sprinting in from. “no time to explain.”

with absolutely no debate in your little head, you throw away the leaf you were tearing apart, dash up to the boy who you still didn't know the name of, took his hand, and ran. as you sprint, you look back at him, and he gives you the largest grin you’d ever seen; immediately your little seven year old self decided that this boy was someone you will never be letting go. not easily at least.

the second time you realised you loved atsumu was the third year of junior high in the cool spring afternoon as you wait for him outside his classroom, sucking on the straw of a carton of peach tea. one by one students filed out of the classroom, running up to friends with a squeal or simply breathing a sigh of relief for the school day being over.

“y/n!” your head snaps towards the voice and a large smile breaks on your lips at the sight of atsumu striding towards you with his long legs. he was already taller than a lot of the other boys your age, and he never ceased to torment you with the fact that he now towers over you unlike when you were kids where you would tease him for being shorter than yourself.

oh how the tables have flipped… he would grin mischievously, looking down at you with amusement glittering in his eyes. its ‘turned’ dipshit you would scowl at him, and i can still kick your ass so shut up.

“you ready?” you shoulder your bag and cock your head at him, but your lips slowly contort to a frown as you notice the sheepish grin on his face, and the noticeable lack of a school bag on his shoulder.

“so…" atsumu brings a hand up to rub the back of his neck as he chuckles awkwardly. "i didn’t realise what day today was… and i swapped my cleaning day with minato so i could go to the practice match on tuesday…”

“oh, really?” you deadpan, your shoulders drooping. you shouldn't be surprised at all; the amount of times he's made deals and compromises with people to get his way was more than you could possibly count.

“it’ll be quick! i promise- ten minutes- easy.”

you take one long suck of your straw as you narrow your eyes at him. honestly, you were completely fine with it but it was fun to keep atsumu on his toes- you couldn’t let him get away with everything so easily.

“you owe me doryaki.”

“sure!” atsumu spins around back towards the classroom with a spring in his step “i mean its not like you have anyone to see- ow!” he jumps as you punch his back. “you’re quite violent you know, not many guys like that in girls.” he sends a pointed frown your way as you smile at him mockingly. making your way to the teacher’s desk, you plop your bag down and hop up onto it to take a seat, loud slurping noises echoing through the room as you finish the rest of your tea. atsumu makes his way over and begins to wipe the blackboard behind you, using his long arms to stretch and reach up to the highest spots. 

you spent your time waiting chatting and cracking jokes, mainly atsumu debating on dying his hair or complaining about osamu making him look stupid in class and you laughing at him as he pouts. there were other students pottering around doing their respective cleaning duties, but if they were bothered by your noise they didn’t show it or you just didn’t notice- atsumu has a particular talent in making you feel like you were the only two people in the room. even as he finished up his blackboard cleaning duty, he pulled up a chair across from you and flipped it so his legs were outstretched on either side, and he was resting his chest on the back of the chair. the two of you continued talking, and talking, missing all the students leaving the classroom until it was just the two of you laughing like idiots.

“wait-” atsumu perks up and looks around, just realising the distinct lack of noise. “how long have we been here?” 

you pick up your phone to check the time, and your eyes widen as you figure out just how long you’ve been sitting . “its been forty five- shit we should probably get going now.” you start to grab your things and shove them into your bag, jumping off the desk to make your way to the door.

“hey! ack- slow down!” atsumu yells, scrabbling to put the chair away and throw his bag over his shoulder as he hurries after you. he skids to a stop besides you and runs a hand through his hair as he recollects himself. “and anyways,” you look up at atsumu, and he smiles at you, all teeth and confidence. “you don’t have anywhere to be, do you?”

you know he doesn’t mean much of it, but your heart jumps at his words, and your face heats up. 

you’ve noticed this recently. the way you react to some simple words, or a lingering touch. even now, you couldn’t help but feel your breath run short as he walks a little too close to you, your shoulders brushing his. 

“no,” you breathe, knuckles turning white as you squeeze tight to the strap of your bag. “i don’t.” 

“good.” atsumu speeds forward and stops in front of you, bringing your own steps to a halt. birds chitter as a spring breeze brushes through the trees and through the hallways, ruffling atsumu’s hair lightly. “because you gotta spend all yer time with me, got it?”

and you swore you stopped breathing. 

the third time you realised you loved atsumu was in your second year of highschool at nationals. karasuno had just beaten inarizaki two sets to one, and the boys were lined up to face the crowd, utterly defeated. you were up in the stands, stood clutching your cheering cone, your face white hot trying to hold back the tears welling up in your eyes. you seek out atsumu, desperately hoping you could offer a smile and comfort, but he looks straight ahead, face pinched in anger. his lips move and he says something but he’s interrupted by a man in the crowd yelling at him. as his face falls from one of contempt to one of acceptance, you let the hot tears run down your blotchy cheeks. as the boys bow in front of the crowd, you clap even harder, palms stinging; and as they finally turn around and walk away, your heart burned. he didn't look at you. not once. you knew exactly how self obsessed that sounded but- you had to look into those eyes, even if there were tears mirroring yours.

whipping around, you hurry through your row, muttering apologies as you push through clapping hands to reach the stairs. as you fly through the hallways and the stairs. all you can think about, all you could see, was atsumu’s wild grin as he pulls off his miraculous plays; the dripping of sweat down his neck as he celebrates his success; the glee in his eyes as he looks for you after every single game, giving the most arrogant wink ever with that stupid stupid smirk you've endured since you were children.

you’re jumping stairs, and as soon as you turn the corner and see the familiar backs of the inarizaki uniforms, you screech to a halt, heaving in heavy breaths, and fist your knuckles by your sides as you squeeze your eyes shut.

“miya atsumu!”

your voice reverberated through the empty hall, and all the boys whipped around simultaneously to see your panting form. your chest was jumping up and down at an embarrassing pace, but when your frenzied eyes met with atsumu’s wide ones, all thoughts poured out of your ears to the floor like sand through your fingertips, and your mind went blank. no one said a word and you two stood there for what felt like aeons, just staring at each other with osamu and the rest of the team exchanging looks. some sort of emergency protocol in your mind realised then that you in fact, have just yelled out atsumu’s name like a crazed fangirl and now have absolutely nothing to offer, except to stand there, looking at him and him looking at you. 

“y/n…?” osamu glanced between his twin and yourself with a brow raised.

you square yourself and roughly wipe your face of any tear tracks; he didn’t need your pity. “beat them next time, alright?”

you keep your stare glued to atsumu, leftover adrenaline still thumping in your veins. something shifts in atsumu’s eyes, and he starts making his way towards you with those long strides of his, starting with a slow walk before his steps become faster, longer, and he's crashing into you, enveloping you into that warm sweaty embrace you’ve grown to crave. it’s become muscle memory, wrapping your arms around him and threading your fingers into the softness of his undercut as he burrows his head where your neck meets your shoulder. 

“you-”

“tomorrow.” atsumu interrupts you, pulling you tighter to him as he speaks muffled into your shirt. “one, my place. wear something comfortable to walk around in.” 

you blink, hearing his words, but it took your brain a moment to fully process exactly what he was saying. you open your mouth to utter out some sort of reply, to get some semblance of answer to the jumble of questions snowballing through your mind, but as he lifts his head and looks at you with a glimmer in his eyes, his warm breath washing over your cheek, lips just centimetres from your own, you choke on your words completely.

“i’m taking you out on a date.” he smiles wide, eyes crinkling in the corners. “i've waited a long time to do that.”

#miya atsumu x reader #atsumu miya x reader #atsumu x reader #miya atsumu fluff #atsumu miya fluff #atsumu fluff #atsumu x y/n #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff

[therealadothamilton]

How to deal with a gang of bullies: Punch back until they stop.

Have you ever beaten up a bully? Yes. Quite a few, actually.

When I was in 4th grade, I was younger than the 3rd graders in my school. Since there were no magnet schools at this time and they were just starting to put gifted programs in place, the decision had been made when I was in 2nd grade to put me ahead. Since I had started kindergarten early, this made me younger than kids in the grade below me.

Also when I was in 2nd grade, my parents put me in competetive swimming because I had a sway back and the doctor said that would correct it. So, by the time 4th grade rolled around, I was in very good physical condition. But I was still younger and therefore smaller than the 3rd graders.

There were two third graders who, for whatever reason, didn't like me and began to bully me during recess, lunch and during P.E. I was a bit of a loner, and they and their little gang of ne'er do wells would hunt me down and tease me unmercifully.

At this time in my life, I was quite the little pacifist. I loved Ferdinand the Bull, and the TV show King Fu, where David Carridine went around the old West being a pacifist until bad guys made him kick their asses. So, I did not stand up to the bullying at first. I just ignored it.

Unfortunately, the taunting grew more bold, and then escalated to hitting and punching. It wasn't more than a kick here or a punch there, but I grew more and more upset about it, wondering why the pacifism wasn't working. Why would Jesus say to turn the other cheek when all that got you was hit more? I complained to the teachers and monitors but nobody did anything.

I spoke to my parents about it, and my mom pointed out that Jesus also said that he came with a sword. They gave me permission to hit back if I was hit.

By this time, the two kids who hated me had gathered up a posse of about 6 or 7 kids. They surrounded me on the playground at lunch, and the hitting started. I knew that I could not take them all at once, so I acted scared and started running. At this time in my life I was swimming about a mile four times a week, so running a few laps around the playground was no big deal for me.

My attackers, however, soon became winded and their tight gang thinned out into a straggly, single file line. When I had thinned them out to about 50 yards between each person, I ran around the corner of a building. As each one came around the corner huffing and puffing, I punched them full in the face, knocking each one to the ground. All 6 or 7 of them got their asses handed to them and they all ran crying to the teacher.

The principal called me in and threatened to expel me, but I pointed out that the teacher had seen every single one of those kids chasing me. (I made sure I ran past the teacher at least twice, trying to get her to intervene). The bullies had instigated the conflict, and none of them would have gotten punched if they had not come at me aggressively. Plus, I was shorter, smaller, and younger.

I never got expelled and I never got bullied at that school again.

#bullies #you know who you are #punch back until they stop

[billscheft]

I cannot tell you why, but the other night, I flipped through my 1975 yearbook from Deerfield Academy (The Pocumtuck). Cannot tell you why. Cannot tell you the last time I did it. But the answers come in the silence, and in the silence of a week ago Tuesday night, when the email came from Jamie Kempner that Buddy Teevens had gone to Heaven from complications off a catastrophic cycling accident six months ago.....

Deerfield was and is one of several prep schools that every year admitted a handful of PGs (postgraduates) to do a fifth year of high school and get their grades up to get into a better college. Nearly all of them were outstanding local Mass. high school athletes. And probably two thirds of the two dozen came arrived at Deerfield to play football, and maybe something in the winter and spring.

In the best case scenario, you kicked ass in two sports, got a couple of Bs and wound up at Harvard. I saw it happen a good bit in four years. Kevin Carr from Arlington, who has a wonderful four-year hockey career with the Crimson and captained the team. Bob McDermott from Quincy, who played three years of varsity and won the 1976 Golden Helmet Award as the top New England football player in Division One, then returned to Deerfield as a teacher for one year dying tragically in a fire. Peter Bannish, who was a three-sport star from nearby Westfield and got jerked around by Loyal Park for three years on the Harvard baseball team. (Bannish, who suffered from alcoholism, didn't wake up a few years ago. I tried to help him. Maybe not enough). Senior year, Harvard grabbed the star running back from our undefeated football team, Ralph Pollilio from Stoughton. An absolute comet, he started for three years and got drafted by the Patriots. I think he's the mayor of Stoughton now. Or just runs the town.

Harvard did not get Buddy Teevens from Pembroke, Ma. From the day he set foot on the Deerfield campus (as Jamie said, "He fit in from Day One"), Buddy was signed, sealed and destined for Hanover, New Hampshire. As he should have been. If you love Deerfield and want four more years of the same, Dartmouth is the place to go. But before that, there was the business of kicking some PG ass and leading Deerfield to its first undefeated season in God knows how long.

Buddy Teevens was also a human being first and an athlete second. He was warm and friendly and had a million younger siblings who looked like him that came to every game. He was generous and tough, and didn't always have to lead. It just turned out that way. That is the essence of humility. When the seasons changed, he was an absolute star on the hockey team (which he also played at Dartmouth) and a beyond supportive teammate of a fellow infield-outfielder on our 9-3 baseball team.

He was an absolute stud at Dartmouth. I saw him beat us twice, once senior year on his way to winning Ivy League Player of the Year honors.

It was only natural that he would want a career as a football coach, which he once described to me as "A wonderful profession, but a horrible fucking business...."

He had few stops on the journeyman train, building up his resume as an assistant and head coach at Maine before the Big Green called its favorite son home in 1987. His first stint in Hanover lasted four years before Odyssean ambition and humility in Division One filled his resume. Unsuccessful stints as head coach at Tulane, and Stanford, sandwiched around an assistant gig at Illinois and another under Steve Spurrier in Florida. 18 years before returning to Dartmouth in 2005 because, well, wonderful profession, terrible fucking business.

He burnished his legacy as a coach with five Ivy League titles, but it was as a teacher, innovator and mentor that Buddy Teevens became yet again and forever, a man you aspired too. He hired the first female football coach at Division One. He was instrumental in limiting contract drills in practice through a host of technological and practical changes, advancements that have led to inceased safety at all levels.

We are the same age, and of course, he always looked at least ten years younger, a post-millennial Steve McQueen. The irony that someone so fit, so not done on this Earth, would have to leave because of the most freak of happenstances in the middle of the night on an unlit road.

Not many people because better human beings as they get better know. And no, he was not done on this Earth. But then again, Buddy Teevens was never from this Earth.

[monkeymeghan]

I had an amazing day. I spent the entire day with my sister. We spent four hours at the mall. We were on a quest for a few things, but we walked the whole mall and browsed stores, and even dabbled in some retail therapy. I was pretty good, though, and said no to a lot of things that were calling my name. Let’s see, in a beauty store I got some purple hair dye for when my color fades more, a nail file and buffer, and a bottle of OPI gold flecks that was on clearance; I got a Christmas gift for one of my nephews in Boxlunch; 2 new much needed bras in Victoria’s Secret (I had a birthday coupon and one was half off!; a drink at Starbucks using my stars and a drink for my sister using money on my Starbucks card; and lunch at a Chinese place in the food court. We succeeded in most things on our quest, and with everything that we bought and all that we did, we both felt very accomplished! When we got back to her house I played legos with one of my nephews for a while. He has this whole incredible story with characters and fleshed out ideas and we all keep telling him he has to write it down. So that’s what we were playing. After a while I looked at my Fitbit and saw it was after 5! I still had to go to Walmart to pick up a few things, so I agreed to come back over tomorrow afternoon to play video games. At Walmart I treated myself to a two-pack of Grogu slippers for $6. You can’t beat that! I’m currently wearing the rainbow pair and they are so soft and comfy. :)

Tomorrow I’m going to spend most of the day with my sister again. We are going to purchase tickets for a tricky tray that’s in a few weeks. It’s huge, with hundreds of prizes and well over a thousand attendees, and we all go every year. Then I have physical therapy for my shoulder.* After PT I’m going back to watch Ghosts with my sister and just veg before my nephews get home from school.

*PT yesterday kicked my ass, but I’ve already made progress. My passive range of motion has gotten better, but it’s nowhere close to full. I’m impatient and want it to get better, but tomorrow is only my third session. Today I’ve been sore from all of the work I did yesterday and I’m sitting here with ice on my shoulder/upper arm. The pain isn’t really in the shoulder, it feels like it’s my deltoid.

#sister #sister time #quality time #mall #the mall #purple hair #OPI #nail polish #victoria’s secret #starbucks #white mocha #nephews #lego #walmart #grogu #slippers #tricky tray #physical therapy #pt #shoulder #shoulder pain #arm pain #range of motion #ghosts #cbs ghosts #ghosts cbs #personal

[beachy--head]

About Secrets and Christmas Cards

Part 3 of Miss Harriet Kepner-Avery's adventures in Boston :)

You can also read it on ao3 and on ff.net.

(Part 1 / Part 2 )

___

There's something wrong with her mom.

Harriet is playing in mom and dad's walk-in closet that's near their bedroom, trying on mom's necklaces and bracelets and smelling her perfumes. And okay, technically her mom has never outright said she's forbidden to come here, but even Hattie know she's not really supposed to be there and playing with her mom's jewelry. But it's so pretty and shiny, and it's not like she's wearing them to go to school or anything. Although she would love to see her friends' faces if she showed up with mom's pretty amethyst necklace, or the ring with the big diamond she wears every day on her left hand.  

Her daydreaming is interrupted when she hears her mom rush into the master bedroom's adjoining bathroom and vomit for what seems the third time today.

Her mom has been sick for the past few weeks, and even though she always tells Harriet she's fine, she's beginning to doubt it, because someone who's fine doesn't vomit after every meal. Once when mom was lying in bed, Harriet has tried giving her her Paddington bear, the one Grandma Catherine has given her after her holiday in England with Grandpa Richard. She always feels better when she cuddles him, and mom has smiled really big and said thank you, and then added that she already felt better just because Harriet was cuddling her. Harriet's answer was that she wasn't a bear, but mom has said that yes, she was her little bear, and that had made Harriet laugh and snuggle even more with mom.

The sounds of her mom being sick quickly stop. After a while, all Harriet can hear is her mom move around and water splashing in the sink, and then she hears another set of footsteps entering the bathroom.

"Morning sickness is still kicking your ass, uh?" she hears her dad says softly.

"I don't get it, I didn't have anything the last two times, but this one doesn't want me to eat anything. Morning, evening, oatmeal, meatloaf, nothing."

Dad snorts and says that maybe this one has standards and doesn't want to eat leftovers, and then says "ouch", which probably means mom hit him (gently, her mom is not mean) in the chest.

"Are you sure you still don't want to tell Hattie? Even she knows it's unlikely to get a stomach bug eight times in two weeks, babe."

Tell Hattie? What do they have to tell her?

"It's too early to tell her Jackson, we agreed we wouldn't do it too soon."

"You're puking every chance you get and you're starting to show. You're almost eleven weeks. And she's your kid, so she's smart. She's going to figure it out before we tell her."

"She's not going to figure it out. We haven't even had the talk with her. It's the last thing on her mind."

There's a pause, and she hears her mom swat her dad and gasp.

"She's never had the talk, right?"

"I never said anything! Can't promise the same for my mom though..."

"Jackson!"

"I'm just saying, she's going to worry about you if she keeps seeing you like this."

"She's not going to worry, she's 5."

"Hate to break it to you babe, but again, she's your kid. Of course she's going to worry. It's in her genes. That, and being stubborn."

Harriet scowls. She's not stubborn, she just knows what she wants and isn't afraid to go after it. At least that's what Grandma Catherine says, and she's usually right.

"Jackson..."

"April, I know it's scary. I get it, there are times I'm absolutely terrified too. But she deserves to know before anyone else."

Okay, up until now, Harriet wasn't worried, not really. She didn't like seeing her mom being sick, but she believed her when she said she was fine and it was just a stomach thing. Now though, she's starting to worry. A lot. There's something they're not telling her, and there was a mention of "the talk", which sounds absolutely terrifying, and so she stays where she is, afraid of what she's going to hear next.

"I know, and we'll tell her, soon. I just want to wait a little while longer, until we're sure everything's okay. And I know it's silly, I know I don't make sense, because anything can happen anytime, you can get to 24 weeks or 38 weeks or even after and it can still go wrong, but I-" there's a pause, and then her mom whispers, "If something has to happen again, I just want to spare her the pain too."

Harriet hears muffled cries then, and she can't refrain herself, it's not like she has a choice: she gets out of the closet and runs into the bathroom. She goes straight to her mom, who's standing next to the bathtub, dad's hand on her back, and circles her legs with her arms, squeezing as hard as she can. 

"Hey, bug," her mom says, treading her fingers into Harriet's hair with one hand while wiping her tears with the other. "What are you doing?"

Harriet just squeezes even harder. Seeing her mom cry must be in her top 5 of things she hates, up there with green beans and being called Hare-Hare.

"Hey, hey, I'm okay bug. I am, really."

Harriet looks up at her and shakes her head.

"You're sick."

"I'm not sick bug, I promise."

Mom looks at dad then, and dad looks at mom, and it's like they have a whole conversation only with their eyes that Harriet is excluded from, and then mom looks at her again and squats to her level.

"You want to know a secret?"

Harriet nods. Of course she wants to know her mom's secret.

"Right now, there's a baby growing in my belly. You are going to have a little brother or sister in a few months, bug."

Harriet opens her mouth, then closes it, and stares, unsure if she's heard her right. Her mom is going to have a baby? She's going to become a big sister? She loves it. It's amazing, even better than the day her parents told her she could have a kitten (and that was a really, really good day) or the one they showed her the house they were all going to live in together (that was an even better one).

"A baby?"

"Yes, a baby."

"A real baby?"

Her mom smiles when she answers her. "A real baby."

"A boy or a girl?"

"We don't know yet, it's going to be a surprise."

Harriet's cheeks hurt because of how wide her smile is, and she clasps her hands. She doesn't know what to do with all the happiness she feels, but suddenly, she remembers her mom vomiting.

"So the baby is making you sick?" She looks at her mom's belly and speaks in what she hopes is a big sister, stern voice. "Baby, stop making mommy sick."

Mom smiles before telling her that it's not the baby's fault, it's the way her body is reacting to the pregnancy, and then explains a bunch of stuff about growing babies in your body and dad just looks at them with a big, goofy smile.

"Can the baby sleep in my room?"

"You don't want that munchkin. Babies aren't the best sleepers, he'd keep you awake all night," Dad interjects, and she frowns. "But you'll be able to read him or her stories, or play together after a while."

"Okay." She thinks for a bit, then adds, "If the baby is too noisy, can we get a pony instead?"

Dad laughs and picks her up, tickling her in the process, and mom smiles, but neither of them answer her question. Oh well, it was worth a try.

___

It's going to be Christmas soon, and Harriet can't wait. Mostly for the gifts, because, well, who doesn't love gifts, but mostly because she loves decorating the tree and listening to Christmas carols and watching Christmas movies and making gingerbread men with mom. Dad says it's freaky sometimes how she's a mini-mommy, obsessed with Christmas, and Harriet does the same thing her mom does when dad says it: she sticks her tongue at him and keeps baking.

In the past couple of months, she has learned a lot, even more than usual. She has learned that she hates when her mom is sick, or worse, when she's crying because of something called "hormones". She's learned that a baby needs a lot of things, as evidenced by all the stuff currently taking space in one of the bedrooms (there's a lot of stuffed toys in there, and she's glad, because there's no way she's going to share hers, even with a cute baby). She's also learned how babies are made, courtesy of Grandma Catherine. She's learned that day that asking, "How did daddy's sperm end up in your belly mommy?" during dinner makes her mom widen her eyes and get all red and her dad choke on his food, though she doesn't exactly know why. She may have to ask grandma for more details.

She has also learned that mom's belly is getting way bigger than she ever thought it could, and that it is the first thing people notice about her mom now, which feels unfair. Her mom is smart and kind and pretty but no, all people want to talk about is the baby and the belly, and it only took a few weeks for Harriet to be over it. 

They have just taken pictures for the foundation's Christmas card – her in her favorite dress (green and red, a gift from Grandma Karen), mom in a green dress that showcases her growing belly and dad in a nice shirt and a tie. Harriet spins around to make her dress twirl, and, in the process, almost bumps into mom, who steadies her.

"Alright, time to take a picture for our real Christmas card! Hattie, can you go put your Christmas pajamas on?"

Hattie yells a big, enthusiastic "yes!" and runs to her room to grab them. She loves her jammies, just because mom has the same, and apparently so does dad, though she hasn't seen them yet. When she comes back to the living-room, dad is talking to mom, rolling his eyes, and Harriet can hear him say "I really have to wear this? You know this was not an Avery thing", but mom elbows him and tells him he better hurry to put it on because "this is definitely a Kepner-Avery thing". Dad then looks at Harriet who holds her own pajamas with a big grin, and he smiles softly. He kisses mom's cheek, and says with an exaggerated sigh that he's going to change.

When he reappears, Harriet has to laugh, because dad never wears something as silly as this. He's usually in jeans and shirts, or sweatpants or tee-shirts, but never in red and white pajamas with Christmas trees and reindeers on it. Dad turns to mom and says, with a pout, "April, our child is mocking me." Mom winks at her before giggling herself. She fixes dad's pajamas, patting him on the shoulder and telling him to get over it (her exact phrasing is "You know you're still handsome even in Christmas pajamas, Avery, so quit it"), before going to change.

When everyone is dressed and in place, mom tells them to smile. Dad winks at Harriet though and then stares at the camera with a pout. Harriet giggles, but mom doesn't look amused and says they have to try again. So just before mom clicks the little button on her phone that will make the camera take the picture, Harriet looks at the camera and then pouts as hard as she can. Dad snorts before mom says "Jackson. Tell your child to smile."

"Oh, she's my child now?"

"When she's doing that face, yes, yes she is."

They do a few more tries when Harriet is either closing her eyes or pouting as good as she can (and she's very good at pouting, thank you very much). Dad starts telling her she has to smile for the camera so mom can take a pretty picture, and Harriet then remembers that she wanted Oliver to appear in the photograph, so she goes chase him and brings him back. The kitten squirms in her lap, apparently very reluctant to appear in any Christmas card, matching pajamas or not, and there's a few shots taken when Harriet is either scolding him or he's fleeing, the end of his tail only visible in the picture. When he hisses and runs towards the staircase and the first floor, dad tells her to let him go and that they'll take lots of pictures of Harriet and him later. Mom tells her to look at the camera and smile, and then rubs her belly, so Harriet thinks this is the perfect moment to ask if the baby in mommy's belly is also wearing the same pajamas as them, and if he also has to smile, even if you can't see him yet, and mom pinches the bridge of her nose and has the same expression she wears when she enters Hattie's room and finds all her toys on the floor even though Harriet was supposed to have cleaned everything.

"You guys, I'm more stubborn than you. We will take this picture, even if it takes hours."

Dad tickles Harriet, which makes her laugh, and then he trails his hand on mom's belly and whispers something in her ear. Mom looks at Harriet and brushes her curls, and Harriet forgets about the camera and looks at her parents with a big smile on her face, letting herself be silly with them as dad carries her on his shoulder and mom makes faces at her. Afterwards, when they do a last attempt to take a picture, she no longer pouts, and her smile isn't forced for the camera.

They all end up wearing the pajamas for the rest of the day, and eating the cookies she has baked with mom, and then dad makes a fire in the fireplace and they all watch A Charlie Brown Christmas, which was her mom's favorite movie to watch on Christmas when she was Hattie's age, and even though she almost falls asleep on the couch, she can hear her dad ask mom that if watching Christmas movies is also a Kepner-Avery tradition, maybe they could add Die Hard to the catalogue, and one of her last thoughts before surrendering to sleep is that it's one of the best days of her life, and that she can't wait for her little brother or sister to arrive so he or she can join in on their Christmas fun. And when their Christmas card arrives a few days later from the printer, Harriet sees that all three members of the Kepner-Avery family wear the same grins, and she hurries to stick it on the fridge's door so she can see it every day.

#japril #japril fanfiction #japril ff #april kepner #jackson avery #grey's anatomy #jackson x april #jackson and april #grey's fanfic #harriet kepner avery #harriet kepner-avery #my fics

[taran-chan]

on a Wednesday, in a cafe (chapter 24)

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thursday lunchbox: shrimp pan-toasted sandwich

There's a knock on the door. Gil hurriedly puts the leftover sandwiches inside the microwave then rushes out of the kitchen. On the other side of the door is Sprite, who just returned after finishing her last day of the final exam.

“I heard Thena’s back early,” she beams, “Is she in there?”

Gil glances back at the living room, lowering his voice sadly, “Yeah, but she’s tired. She had a bad day. Do you still want to come in?”

Sprite’s smile wavers a bit, “It's alright, I’ll let her rest. I just came up to thank her for helping me with the exam. I did pretty good.”

“Good job!” Gil rubs her hair and she struggles to dodge his hand, “Thena was worried about you, you know. She’ll be very proud of you, and so is everybody.”

Sprite returns his smile, her cheeks pink, “Then please tell her the results for me. Also, this is the flyers for my school’s annual Sport Event,” she hands him the colourful papers that she’s been holding onto.

“Oh, it’s happening already? Are you competing this year?”

“Of course. I’ll play for my badminton club and participate in a relay race.”

“Two competitions?” Gil raises his eyebrows, looking impressed, “How about your theatre club?”

“As usual, we’ll perform in the afternoon. This year we’re doing the Hadestown musical,” She says proudly, “I’m the director.”

“As expected.”

“Ajak invited Makkari and I invited Sersi and Kingo. It’s not anything big but if you have time this year, I’d be glad if you can go, any time of the day is fine.”

“What are you talking about? Of course we’ll be there! Last year was a real blast, I’m sure Thena would want to come too.”

“But why do I remember that someone fell asleep half the time of our play last year?”

Gil scratches his head, “In my defense, I was tired at the time because I had to participate in that three-legged race for parents with Makkari. Remember? When Ajak had a sprained ankle?”

“Gotta admit, you played the role of my foster dad pretty well.”

“I can’t do that again this year though, I have Thena. But unless she wants me to,” he shrugs.

“Yeah, sure pal,” Sprite waves her hand dismissively, “We don’t have that this year anyway, instead we hold a 100 meters race for the parents.”

“So Ajak will run then?”

“Absolutely. She’s been waiting for her revenge because last year we only got third place. Not great.”

“That’s because Makkari and I weren’t familiar with each other's rhythm,” Gil pouts, “Ajak’s steps and mine are two very different things! Give us one week and we’ll snatch that first place without sweating.”

“Just messing with you,” Sprite giggles, “But don’t forget to come. If you don’t want to see me kick some seniors' and freshmen’s asses then just come to see Ajak run, it’d be worth it.”

“Won’t miss it for the world. I’ll cook something for lunch that day, we can have a picnic.”

“Alright, send my regards to Thena, will you? I hope she'll feel better soon.”

“I’ll take good care of her.”

“I know,” she nods, “My shift is starting. Are you staying with her for the rest of the day?”

“Yeah, it’s a slow evening but call me if you need. And I bought ice cream for you in the fridge.”

“Cool! Thanks, boss,” Sprite gives him a thumb up, then skips down the stairs.

“Oh shit, my sandwiches!” Gil mumbles to himself and dashes back into the kitchen. He takes the food out of the microwave, hissing because of the hot plate. He puts it on the table, covers it with a bigger plate before moving into the living room.

Thena barely touched her lunch today, even though she kept mentioning that shrimp pan-toasted sandwich ever since Sersi found the recipe on the internet and brought them some of those. Shrimp is covered with flour and deep fried, then mixed with a mixture of mayo-ketchup sauce. Then they are sandwiched between two pieces of bread that are buttered with mustard, along with a slice of cheddar cheese and some shredded cabbage. Finally, the sandwiches are fried on both sides to make the bread crispy. He made her three small ones, she left two and hasn’t eaten any of the tomato salad.

According to what she told him, there was a fight between the court attendees this morning when she was in the middle of her part. She wasn’t injured but the screams and loud noises triggered her. She didn’t have a panic attack either but it was a very damn close call. After the court adjourned, she locked herself in her office for the rest of the afternoon, avoiding everyone and eventually, she had to call Gil to come and pick her up early with a small and trembling voice, saying that she was having a massive headache. In the safe space of her car, she sobbed in his arms for a sole 10 minutes. Then he drove them back to his place. He absolutely doesn’t intend to leave her alone now and she doesn’t protest either.

She's lying in a fetal position on his couch. Her hair hides away her face so it’s hard to see if she’s sleeping or awake. But her breaths are not even and her shoulders are shaking slightly. Gil crouches down and touches her arm.

“How’s your headache?”

She just shakes her head but doesn’t flinch when he touches her forehead, which is a good sign. He parts her hair and feels like someone just pierced his heart with a knife. The woman he loves more than life itself opens her eyes to look at him, another wave of tears leaks out, rolling down her beautiful, already wet cheeks. Her lips tremble, she holds out her arms and he immediately scoops her up and into his arms like she was a little kitten. She draws her knees to her chest as she clings to him, burying her face into his neck.

“It’s okay, I’m here,” he holds her with one hand, the other stroking her hair, feeling her tears soak his shirt, “I’m right here. I’ve got you, it’s alright, baby.”

“I’m sorry,” she whimpers.

“What are you sorry for?”

“You put a lot of effort into my lunch but I couldn’t eat.”

“Thena…” Now it’s him who feels like crying, “All I care about is your well-being. I can make as many sandwiches as you want.”

“Still,” she sniffles, “I hate wasting your food.”

“You’re not wasting them,” he rubs her back, “They’re still edible so I put them into the microwave. But leave them to me, I’ll make you something else.”

“What are you going to make?”

“What else? Your comfort food, of course.”

“Who eats blueberry pies for dinner?” She says, but the thought of a scalding hot pie makes her stomach rumble. Surely Gil feels that because his palm is pressed to her belly. He just laughs, lifting that same hand to stroke along the bridge of her nose, wiping away the remaining tears on her cheeks.

“We do.”

“What about your shop?” She has asked this many, many times, not just today but nearly every time he puts his work aside to stay with her when she needs him. She knows what he’ll say, she just wants to hear it again. And Gil always indulges her. He’ll repeat it as many times as it takes for her to truly believe it.

“You’re my biggest priority,” he starts rocking her back and forth gently, his voice tender and soothing as a lullaby, “And Eternal doesn’t serve dinner so there isn’t much to do, really. I’ll just come down if there are so many customers that our friends can’t handle it. But I doubt that could happen.”

For the first time in the day, Thena manages a smile. She pulls herself up a bit to kiss both of his cheeks. He scoots them to the edge of the couch to reach for the glass of water on the coffee table and brings it to her lips. She takes a few sips, then asks.

“Did Sprite come up earlier?”

“Yeah, she passed by to tell us that she did great on her exam and to thank you for tutoring her.”

“I’m glad,” her smile grows wider and she’s playing with his fingers, “I’ll text her in a minute.”

“There’s a Sport Event at her school this Sunday, she’ll be competing in badminton and a relay race.”

“Two competitions? It’s great to be young,” she rubs her cheek on his shirt. She doesn’t have many memories from her high school years, all she can recall is that it was quite dull even though she went to the same school as Sprite. And she skipped the final year to attend Oxford.

“Hey, we’re still relatively young,” he snorts, pulling her out of her thoughts, “But she’s truly having the time of her life, even directing a musical play the same day.”

“Ajak must be very proud.”

“No shit. And the girl invited us there,” Gil hands her the flyers, “Wanna go together? Could be a nice trip back to school.”

“Certainly, it’s a must. I want to see a Hadestown high school version,” then she sighs, sagging against Gil, “But I still have to survive that stupid banquet tomorrow night.”

“So you decided to go?”

She shakes her head, “After what happened today, I want to stay home even more.”

“It’s just a party anyway. If you don’t want to go, you can stay home and we’ll have a big dinner then watch TV until we fall asleep,” he runs his fingers through her hair, giving her head a light massage as he drops a kiss on her temple, “And if you wanted to go, would I still be your plus one?”

She huffs a laugh, “My one and only.”

Gil tugs at their clasped hands, “C’mon, let’s get to work. I bought some cute cookie molds, you can use them to cut decorating crusts.”

“Which shapes do you have?”

“A rabbit, a cat, a moon, a star. I think you should use the star mold, because you’re my superstar.”

“I don’t feel like one right now,” she trails off. However, she lets him lead them into the kitchen.

“Don’t sell yourself short, you’re incredible!” He turns around to face her, “It’s just that you had a hard day, it can’t deny all of your improvement. You’ve come this far,” he squeezes her hand, “I can’t say how proud I am of you, but I’ll say that if you need some rest, please know that you deserve to rest.”

“Will you be there? When I’m not feeling like a superstar,” The vulnerable, silly question that she only asks when they are alone. She absolutely doesn’t allow anyone else to see this side of her.

Gil picks her up and puts her on the table, then steps in between her legs.

“Forevermore, and after,” he promises. Even though they’ve known each other less than a year, he's sure about that more than anything.

“For as long as you’ll have me.”

He did say that to her, not so long ago, on a very different day than today. But he’s always there, seeming to be the most solid thing that’s ever been hers, the one person that she trusts enough to hold on to, lean on, or hide in. She hopes that she would never take him for granted and forget to give back, to cherish him, to let him know that she loves him with every breath she takes. But all worries evade her when he palms her face in his large hands, brushing her hair out of her face so he can kiss her forehead, the tip of her nose, and her lips, then he says, “Let’s make our pie.”

Our pie - the word makes her smile. She likes the sound of it. She likes it a lot, a lot, a lot.

#thenamesh #thenamesh fanfic #thena x gilgamesh #gilgamesh x thena #eternals #thena #gilgamesh #love me some hurt/comfort

[catis15]

The Story of how Me and My Girlfriend Got Together

(or is it girlfriend and I?)

The scene is set in *highschool*

Me: *Doesn’t have lunch with friends, finds a friend from over the summer and asks if I can sit with her*

Said Friend: *Brings me over to table*

New Friend Group: *talking about vibrators*

Me: *MY PEOPLE! But sits quietly cuz anxiety*

     - My lovely girlfriend was in said new friend group and that is how we met - 

Us week two of knowing each other; second or third time hanging out: Mothers friend that introduced us and agrees we’re wives for the tax benifits and we adopted our friend for even further benefits bcuz she was a broke English teacher and i was a depressed artist

     - At this point we are school wives - 

In the following (approximately) 6 weeks, we became pretty good friends and I got closer with everyone in the group and had lunch with them daily. My girlfriend and I also sat there and made dirty ass jokes cuz we could. (May have been one of the reasons I fell looking back lmao) Oh and all this happened :))

Girlfriend: Continues to make jokes abt us being married (as do I) and will every once in a while lean on me or hug me while doing so

My touch starved ass: is this a crush NOOOO we just severely lack affection. yah thats it. but shes jokingly married to me. yah jokingly. but is she gay??? IDK AND IDC CUZ IT ISNT A CRUSH

     - this continues for a while- 

Girlfriend: talks abt being into redheads Me: Does some hardcore lesbian math Girlfriend few days later: shows video of a show scene where a redhead GIRL is kicking but, says this was when she considered if she was gay Me: SHES GAYYYYYY WE HAVE A CHANCEEE. ... but we don’t like her... so its fine.

Me at 1am: trying to figure out if I had a crush on some boy I knew by looking up signs for having a crush (I’m an ace, greyaro, lesbian dont judge be I didn’t get it)  Video: says something Me: oh like [girlfriends name] squishy face! <3 Also Me: WAIT  Also Also Me: texts bestie in a panic:finally admits to ourselves that we definitley fruity:is like why tf do ppl like this having a crush is weird

Me: continues to act like a complete toddler around her bcuz I didn’t know what to do, constantly looking at her and lowkey doing the middle schooler thing to do and trys asking if she likes anyone A Friend in the Group: yah and her commitment issues Me: FUUUUUCK Me: continues my stupidity, desperately trying to figure out if theres a chance she’d like me, while also trying to figure out if shes flirting or being friendly, while her pretending to be my wife here and there making me more a gay mess, me making jokes abt her liking redheads trying to figure out wtf shes doing Her: continues to hint at liking redheads, flirt with me, make it clear shes gay, and also panicking

Another Friend in the Group: *mouthing while im essentially holding my gf bcuz shes trying to get into a fight with some dude in line* Why aren’t you guys dating??? Me: I don’t know ask this one *points to gf*

Me: realizes both of her friends have essentially said she likes me Also me: goes home and panics with my neighbor and finally works up the courage to ask her to hang out just us outside of school

     - we started calling after that but neither of us remember when that started-

Us one night while on call at like 12am, talking abt how someone thought we were dating or something like that

Me: yea [inser friends name] actually asked why we’re not dating yet (nervous reck btw XD ) Gf: Yeah why aren’t we? Me: UH... idk why aren’t we? Gf: well ig we need to fix that Me: Ig we do... Also me: so are we dating now???? Gf: yes yes it does Me: soo does that mean this Saturday is a date? Gf: Yep.       - Insert cute reference I’d like to keep between us UvU-

SOME DETAILS MAY BE OFF BCUZ WE BOTH HAVE HORRIBLE MEMORIES :DDD

#but yah thats basically it #i think #um #yah #idk dude #its like 12 am imma go regret this in the morning #lesbian #gayyyy #we're gay your honor #we're lesbians harold