#still team beholding though

[nag-mamahal]

ARCHIVIST

...But no-one escapes at the end.

[WITH EFFORT, THE ARCHIVIST STABS DEEPLY]

[EXTENDED SOUNDS OF CHOKING & GURGLING DEATH RATTLE]

[BODY SLUMPS HEAVILY]

JONAH/ELIAS

(Wetly) Good… luck.

is there not an inherent sense of tragic romanticism in the act of stabbing? <3

Yesterday I found this cool painting called "The Fall" by Alan Stephens Foster:

I wanted to make a study of it, but bc of jonelias brainrot I decided to focus on the couple at the bottom of the painting. I used them as inspiration for this drawing, which depicts the final stabby confrontation between Jon and Elias. The actual scene likely involved less flair and movement, but it's always fun to draw things more dramatically hshs. I was also inspired by the Hannibal finale where Will throws himself and Hannibal off a cliff bc I am obsessed with jonelias/hannigram parallels :D)

I'm thinking of making a follow-up drawing of Jon's death by Martin but this literally took me 9 hours to make so I might also take a break lmao

Anw if you've read this far, thank you for bearing my rambling! Let's be friends if you like 👉👈 (scream at me my ask box is always open!)

Alternate versions of the drawing

#the magnus archives #tma #tma spoilers #tma fanart #the magnus archives fanart #jonathan sims #elias bouchard #jonelias #also tagging this as #hannibal #and #hannigram #bc i was heavily inspired by that ship #anw isn't it so funny that the beholding boys always have to resort to more mundane methods of brutal be-murder #knives and pipes and c4 #during mortal confrontations with other superpowered avatars do they get jealous? #sure omniscience is pretty cool but imagine having the powers of mike crew #still team beholding though #for the aesthetic #the beholding #jonelias art #Julia's Art 💛

[angelltheninth]

Blue Lock Team reacting to Reader wearing their jersey? I've seen this before but I wanna see your take on it.

Oh! Ok, I have some ideas for this, it sounds pretty cute.

Pairing: Yoichi Isagi, Bachira Meguru, Sae Itoshi, Rin Itoshi, Hyoma Chigiri, Kunigami Rensuke, Mikage Reo, Nagi Seishiro x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, established relationship, slight possessiveness, domestic fluff, cuddles, clothes sharing, neck kissing, hugs, showers, flirting

A/N: The idea of wearing your partners clothes is so damn adorable.

Isagi can't keep the lovestruck smile of his face when he notices that what you're wearing is in fact not a bought copy of his jersey but actually his own. He still needs to get used to the fact that you live together now and that you're stealing his clothes when ever you want. In the early mornings though, with nothing else underneath? You'll get more then a smile out of him if you keep this up.

Bachira never thought he'd feel this much of an adrenaline rush from seeing you in his jersey but wow, you're a sight to behold. Now when he wears it to his upcoming game it'll have your scent mixed in it too, all the more incentive for him to play better. He can't help but kiss you while he takes it off you, steals it back, he needs that you know? But when he gets home in victory you can pay him back and take it off him, that's a promise.

Sae saw many people wearing his jersey before, at least a bought copy of it. His own was always, well his, so he never expected you to just casually put it on in the morning. When you did you awakened something new inside of him, a new kind of possessive nature. Suddenly he had the urge to throw you back on the bed and kiss you senseless, to repeat last night while you wear his jersey. It seemed only right to give into that urge.

Rin just stares at you for a few moments, moments that feel like they go on forever. Then he runs towards you and hugs you tight, his lips on your neck, below your ear, your lips, hand clenching against the number on the back, pressing you against him. You're wearing his jersey, not anyone else's. He doesn't know why this particular thing makes him emotional but it does, so please don't ever stop.

Chigiri thought you put it on by mistake but strangely it suits you pretty nicely. He lets you wear it as long as you want while he's with you, even when you go outside, just make sure that it's clean before a game because he does need it. Other then that he finds the concept pretty cute, if a little unfair. If you're gonna be wearing his clothes like this then he would like to wear something of yours as well.

Kunigami gets so flustered when he sees you. He's taller then you so it almost looks like you're wearing a dress, the jersey perfectly covering past your thighs. It would look lewd if he wasn't so giddy about the whole thing. He picks you up and puts you on the kitchen counter, pulling you into a warm, deep kiss and a hug. This is the first time this has happened but he doesn't mind you wearing it more often, it looks so cute on you.

Reo offers to buy a copy of his jersey, figuring you wanted one of your own to wear to his games. While that is a nice thought it's not the reason you put it on, you put this one on because it's his, and you missed him while he was out, so you figured there would be no harm in wearing it. He was only out for a little while but he understands, he always wears the hair-tie you bought for him after all, he doesn't mind this at all, it makes him happy that you'd wear something of his.

Nagi was about to grab it again to throw it in the washing machine after he just got done washing up only to notice it wasn't on the pile. He walks out, haphazardly dressed, to find you wearing it while reading a book on the bed. He smiles at the sight before joining you, asking if you don't find it dirty to wear, or if it smells bad. It smells like him, nothing you're not used to but you'll give it back if he wants. No, keep it until you finish reading, then he'll take it off you himself.

#blue lock #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #yoichi isagi x reader #bachira meguru x reader #sae itoshi x reader #rin itoshi x reader #hyoma chigiri x reader #kunigami rensuke x reader #mikage reo x reader #nagi seishiro x reader #blue lock smut #blue lock fluff #blue lock imagines #blue lock headcanons #bllk fluff #bllk imagines #bllk headcanons #x reader #x female reader

[randomshyperson]

Party Monster - Wanda Maximoff Kinktober #01

Summary: A Halloween party takes an interesting turn when Wanda reunites with her ex-girlfriend. Maybe she'll learn a lesson or two, or maybe she'll still be terrible at following orders.

Warnings: (+18), Dom!Reader with Brat!Wanda, ex-girlfriends who are not over each other at all, really rough smut with teasing and orgasm denial, a lot of cursing, power dynamics, toxic behavior, unhealthy relationship (implied), the “cheating vs we are on a break” dilemma, mentions of a party atmosphere but no explicit alcohol consumption mentioned, Ghostface mask during smut scene ‘cause I’m a simp for Amber Freeman. | Words: 2.688k

A/N- Someone needs to get slasher movies away from me, but I thought this would be a good theme for kinktober. And we started with dom!Reader too because it’s a tradition. Good reading by the way, your horny people.

General Masterlist | Kinktober Collection | AO3 | Wattpad

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It was definitely a bad idea.

Terrible, poorly thought-out, and reckless.

But Wanda finished putting the costume together and the final touch - the black gloves - made her take a deep breath, trying to gain a little confidence in her Halloween costume.

In the bedroom mirror, there was still a photograph that she knew she should have taken from there to at least fool herself that she could move on, but just as she had done dozens of times before, Wanda adjusted the item to prevent it from falling. 

Your smiling figure stares back at her, and Wanda sighs softly, ready to party.

She crossed the campus in half an hour, alone because the girls went ahead and honestly, Wanda wasn't that close to her friends nowadays. Not since the break-up anyway.

"Hey, Wanda!" The male voice shouting her name startles her for a moment. But she forces a smile as she is enveloped in a strong hug, Steve Rogers entering her field of vision in the next second. He looked drunk when she got a closer look. "Glad you could make it."

The forced smile begins to bother her face, so Wanda stops, swallowing dryly and trying not to look so uncomfortable. 

"Yeah, thanks." She mumbles awkwardly, nodding towards the open door, where the party seems even fuller and livelier. "Stark sure knows how to throw a party."

Steve laughs. "That he does." He says, looking ready to start small talk. Usually, he's as out of place as Wanda in crowded environments, but now he's got enough alcohol in his system to seem cool compared to the rest of the team's jocks, who stand out at parties with their eyes closed. "The guys are inside, come say hi and we can get you something to drink."

The non-existent details of the exact people who constituted the " guys " Steve was referring to made Wanda's stomach turn. But the blond had already grabbed her hand and was pulling her into the crowd, and frankly, Wanda wasn't going to make a scene.

She could handle the possibility of you being at the party, even if she hadn't seen you for four weeks. And three days, nineteen hours, and according to the clock by the beers, fifteen minutes.

"Guys, look who showed up!" Steve announces to the group at the ping pong tables. Wanda remembers the first year when you first visited the fraternity house and you made a joke about the number of expensive objects in the place, and she laughed even though she didn't really get the joke. God, she was so whipped back then.

The whole group looks at them at once. Wanda almost giggles at the scene, all the creative costumes are a sight to behold. Natasha in leather outfits similar to her sister's, or Tony in some kind of colorful armor. Thor dressed as the god after whom he was named, and Clint as a green archer. 

And then there was you, with a ghostface mask around your neck so you could get to taste your drink.

You almost choke on the liquid when you meet Wanda's gaze, and she could consider it a personal victory. At least you looked as affected as she was.

It's obvious that the atmosphere gets heavy. Everyone there knows that you two broke up and that it wasn't a pretty thing. Or easy.

And maybe that's why Yelena hides a tense laugh behind her glass of drink and Natasha rushes over to greet Wanda and put an end to the scene.

The only person Wanda really wants to greet tonight puts her mask back on. You drop the glass and leave without saying anything, making the mood even worse. 

Natasha clears her throat and strokes Wanda's arm gently. "Don't mind her, I, we, are happy to see you, sweetheart. I'll talk to her, enjoy the party."

It's sweet of Natasha to worry, but as the night goes on and you don't exchange a word, and you keep ignoring her, Wanda doesn't feel a bit better.

She tries to have a good time, but her gaze keeps seeking out your figure, which manages to evade her curiosity masterfully. 

You disappear for a good few minutes after beer-pong, and Wanda begins to consider leaving. So she dismisses Bucky Barnes' story about a mess with the rival team and decides to be miserable in her bed instead of at a party full of strangers.

She turns into the corridor and there's a Ghostface cornering a pretty girl at the bottom of the stairs.

Anger blooms and dominates her actions before she can think about it. She lunges forward and grabs the figure by the cap of the costume, hard enough to almost knock the couple over.

The male's shout makes her wince.

"Are you fucking mental?" Complains the stranger in confusion and indignation.

"I-I, shit, I thought it was someone else" She stammers with wide eyes, walking backward, away from the confused couple. 

The scene attracts the attention of a few people around, but she feels her back hit somebody and before she can turn around, two hands come around her waist and push her away from the angry guy.

Wanda blinks, and you shove him away harshly. "Back the fuck off, motherfucker." 

The man snorts indignantly. By now, half the party is staring at the scene.  "What the hell? She started it."

"And I'm finishing, fuck off." You cut him off coldly, and you probably wear that costume better than he does, because the guy hesitates and turns away to grab the girl's hand behind him, leaving without saying another word.

You turn your masked face to Wanda, and she feels hers burning with shame. All you do is shake your head in disbelief and take the hard way upstairs.

Wanda follows you without thinking about it.

She stops the bedroom door from closing with her hand and ignores your protest.

"I'm sorry-"

"I don't want to talk to you." You cut her off, holding up a finger. "I don't even want to look at you, Maximoff. Get the fuck out." You advance but Wanda is quicker. She closes the door behind her, and you end up pressing her into the wood by the arms. 

You sigh heavily, as affected as she is. 

"I thought it was you." She confesses in a shaky whisper, her hands trapped behind the body you kept squeezing. "I don't know what I'd do if I saw you with someone else."

You chuckle dryly, taking a step back. "Apparently you'd try to throw me to the ground."

Your attempt to pull away completely is interrupted - Wanda grabs your wrists, trying to get you to wrap your arms around her again. It becomes a struggle of pushing and impatient grunting. Until Wanda is forced against the bed, and her apologies break down into a dirty moan.

Your hand around her neck - in an attempt to get her to shut up and stop repeating what you don't want to hear - has a very different effect. 

You're on top of her, pinning her to the mattress with your own body. Wanda thinks you can feel how wet she is against your thigh.

"Don't make a fucking sound. I don't want to hear you, understand?" You warn, the loosest grip on her throat to allow her to breathe. Wanda nods obediently and has to bite her lip hard when you pull up her skirt, only to grope for her panties. 

Silence is an impossible task, especially when your fingers, so eager and familiar, thrust into her without warning. She squirms, throbbing in your fingerprints, and the sigh of pleasure is yours.

"Fuck, I've missed your pussy." You pant, fucking her carelessly, hard, and deep. The sound of Wanda's soaked arousal makes her ears burn - but she doesn't mind. She's busy trying to keep still, even when you're driving her over the edge so quickly. You notice, of course, and pull out as soon as she's ready to let go, and Wanda breaks into a loud whimper, her hips thrusting restlessly into the air.

You let go of her throat to grab her cheeks. "You're not going to come, Wanda. You don't deserve it. And you know why, don't you?"

Her pussy is throbbing, enough to be almost painful, knocking her out of orbit. All she can do is whimper, nodding; you let out a wicked chuckle. "And why don't you deserve it, darling?"

Of course, you'd make her admit it. Because everything so far hasn't been hell enough. Wanda turns her face away, and with her silence, a slap hits her pussy. She spasms, moaning loudly, her back arched in the mattress. 

She almost came in one go. Holding onto the edge at the last second.

"Oh god please." She whimpers shamelessly, and you grunt, watching the wetness ooze down her thighs, her pussy clenching against the emptiness in front of you. Wanda wants to come so badly that you almost feel sorry for her. "Just... one time. I'll do whatever you want."

You chuckle, and spread her legs a lit more to fit your body, pressing her against the bed. The friction between your joined hips makes her groan, trying to grind up onto you, but you remain firm, holding her still.

"Tell me." You demand. "Why aren't you allowed to come?"

She shakes her head, tears welling up in her eyes. "I... I can't."

You sigh impatiently and walk away at once. Wanda almost cries at the lack of contact.

"Get out of my room."

"N-no, please-"

"Then say it!"

Despite her shame, Wanda swallows her tears. "I fucked up."

You chuckle coldly, busy opening a drawer. "Clarify it." You command, and Wanda only obeys because she knows very well what's in the last drawer of your bedside table, she can feel herself clenching for the feeling. With a dry throat, and looking brazenly at what you're wrapping around your waist, she retorts: "I fucked someone else." She murmurs, biting her lip when the hardness is properly fitted. You laugh dryly.

"Hm, and why did you do that?"

Wanda spreads out on the bed, a bait. You don't fall for it. She pants in anticipation. "I wanted to get a reaction out of you. We're on a break. I wanted you to regret it."

Your hand begins to slowly masturbate the dildo and Wanda lets out a shuddering breath, becoming even more aroused by the image. 

“I’m the one who will make you regret it.” It is your final clarification. But Wanda gasps.

"Take your mask off, I want to look at you."

But you chuckle again, darkly enough for Wanda to shudder. "What you want doesn't matter to me anymore."  You retort, and Wanda has no room for hurt now, the lust and longing for the feel of your body on hers taking over all her senses. "Get on all fours, you’re gonna watch yourself."

Wanda moves on trembling limbs, her face burning. She tries to ignore the mirror in the corner of the room, but as soon as you're behind her, your hand grabs her hair and forces her head up. 

The Ghostface mask stares back at her. "You're going to watch me fuck your needy pussy and you're not going to cum, Wanda. No matter how much you want it, how much you beg for it." You warn sternly, your free hand adjusting the toy at her entrance. "Because petty, selfish girls who ruin a three-year fucking relationship don't deserve to come, do they?"

She shakes her head, at this point, she thinks she'll agree to anything you say. And you must understand that pleasure has gotten the better of her because you start masturbating her entrance with the tip of the fake cock and it's enough for her knees to give way. She whines in a plea.

"Please-"

You sink into her at once, filling her to the brim and Wanda moans throatily, her hands clutching the sheets. The last time you were this deep, playing power games, Wanda squirted on the new sheets, and she's not sure that after going a month without touching you, she can stop it from happening again. "God."

You chuckle hoarsely, seeming to have the best time in the world with this. You pull out of her only to enter again, slow enough for Wanda to let out a sob. "Hold it."

"I-I can't." She cries out, choking on her own breath, and instead of taking pity, you sink in again, picking up a rough pace. Wanda would have fallen onto the mattress, but you grab her hair again and force her to watch what's happening.

"Look how beautiful you are when you're being properly fucked." You tease, your hips never failing against her. Wanda can only moan in return, each second more impossible to stop the knot in her belly from bursting. "I know no one makes you this wet, Wanda. No one knows your body like I do." To prove a point, your hand slips between her legs, and eager fingers flick her neglected clit exactly in the way that makes her squeal to the ceiling. 

Thank God for the loud sound of Tony Stark's parties.

Wanda is sure she's going to cum by now, and you can tell because you've been through this hundreds of times, and you know her body like the back of your hand. The fake cock slides out the second she's ready to let it go, and Wanda collapses flaccidly onto the bed with the lack of your hands while unable to hold back her tears.

"Fuck you, I hate you, I fucking hate you, you bitch." She babbled breathlessly, the frustration of her second stolen orgasm of the night making her groggy. You chuckle as she squirms on the bed, hugging her own body, and Wanda doesn't even notice that you've moved away just to lock the door.

Wanda is still trying to catch her breath when you remove the mask in one pull and kneel in front of her on the bed, between her legs which you pull open. 

You don't give her a chance to prepare, you move in and start eagerly fucking her pussy, ignoring how Wanda writhes on the bed and muffles her moans in the mattress. 

"Oh my god." She meows, her knuckles clutching the sheets, and the only thing stopping her thighs from closing against your head are your hands holding her tight. "I c-can't hold it, detka! 'can't-"

You stop again, and Wanda thinks she might kill you. This time, you sigh into her. "Hold it, or I swear to God I'll switch to another college."

Wanda is forced to chuckle at that. It's stilted and hoarse, and she knows there's a grain of truth in your words, but she does it anyway. Even more annoyed, you stand up. 

She despairs but is giggling nervously. "No, wait, babe, I'll behave, I promise."

It's your turn to chuckle, in disbelief at the scene. Wanda clung to you as if your departure was the worst thing in the world. 

"You're a lying brat, Wanda." You say, and despite the harsh words, your hand gently strokes her hair. Wanda sighs shakily, the redness in her cheeks showing how much she enjoyed the words. You push her hands away and take two steps back. Far enough, you quickly untie the item from around your waist. "I'm going back to the party. And if you want to cum tonight, you'll stay here. Waiting like a good girl."

She opens her mouth to protest, but you hold up a finger in warning, and the seriousness in your gaze is enough for her to know that if she disobeys now, you'll send her away.

Swallowing dryly, she lets you go, and when the door closes, she throws herself back on the mattress. 

Her body’s on fire, and the traces of your shampoo on the pillow don't help. She moans low, adjusting to touch herself. 

Maybe, just maybe, you won't mind if she comes while looking at your picture on the bedside table. 

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x reader #wanda maximoff oneshots #kinktober 2023 #wanda maximoff #marvel imagines #elizabeth olsen x reader

[nerujikam]

Old Sweater

ushijima wakatoshi x fem!reader

tags 18+, fluff and smut, timeskip!ushijima, pwp, sleepy sex, clothed sex, cunnilingus, creampie, aftercare, pet nickname, i was ovulating

words 2,174

a/n and so, behold... my first smut... *thunder cracks* this was a pretty old draft dating back to may '22 lmao. figured i'm a lot more comfortable in my writing now, why not post it? this was crossposted on ao3 ! anws, happy reading or something!

art is @hk_smith_man’s on twt

Ushijima comes home late again. This time he finds it a little odd when the only source of light that came from the living room was the table lamp beside the couch, with a book you’re reading under it. You never forget to turn off every light when you go to sleep. Though, it does feel kind of lonely since you were practically a night owl on your working days. Now that you finally got your days off, you started to sleep earlier than usual. He misses the sight of you in the late of night, you can say.

He turns the lights off after putting his shoes on the rack. A faint beat can be heard from your shared bedroom, questioning him whether you’re awake or not.

Your body slump under the blanket. Though the heater’s on, the winter wind seems to have its own way seeping through the walls, shuddering you under the covers. Just like how you left it before, the small reading light next to you was still on.

He walks up to you, eyes closed as your breath steady. Seems you got defeated by your own drowsiness while trying to continue reading another book in your hands. He takes it away from your hand, placing the bookmark in the current page before putting it down next to the table lamp. He decides to turn it off later after his shower.

Ushijima closes the bathroom door from the inside, not wanting to wake you up with the loud noise from the hairdryer. He brushes his teeth, puts on his night cream, and turns off the bathroom light before joining you under the cover. He realized that the sweater from his high school volleyball team framed your body. He’s an even bigger and stronger guy now compared to then, yet his sweater still fits loosely on your frame. He wonders if it would make any difference if he met you in high school.

The thought of that tightened his arms around your waist, causing you squirming under him. He realized he woke you up when he heard a faint, “Toshi,” and a cold palm on his cheek. He grabs your cold hand to warm them, placing longing kisses on its knuckles, “sorry, did I wake you up?” You shake your head, turning back to your former position.

“I don’t mind,” you reassure. Ushijima pressed his forehead on your nape and kissed in between it and your spine, carrying out a soft “I missed you,” from your lips.

Ushijima never was a person who relies on verbal affection, so he alternates them more with acts of service, especially in giving. Warm baths after working overtime, a new shelf for your little trinkets, your favorite scented candles, sometimes even phoning his own dad, asking how to season the porridge properly when you had a cold. In rare cases, he'd mutter an “I missed you, too” back, instead of pressing his body closer into you like right now. He squeezes tight, not letting the cold get in between the two of you. He slides his hand down to your thigh to knead them gently before putting it in between them.

His eyelids flutter back awake as he feels a damp spot on your underwear. He gazes down at your eyelashes as you let out a sigh when he puts his hand down there. “You missed me this much?” he teases with a slight naught on his tone. You let out another sigh as he stroked your inner thighs, letting his wrist rub against your wet spot.

The blanket ruffles as his hand makes its ways to your—his—sweater, lifting it up to feel the warmth of your belly. His lips now behind your ear, fluttering kisses and sucking on the skin around it. Your hand found his when he started to slide down, playing with the waistband, eventually slithered inside, stroking between your folds.

So wet, he groans, wondering how you kept this long enough without doing anything about it.

“Want me to do something with this?” he whispered, asking one more time, fingers circling between you. Whining at his motion, you sigh, "please... Toshi,” you let out a breathy voice to call his name.

With your plea, he flips you up, rolls himself on top of you to lower himself, marking down your jaws, trailing up kisses to your lips. You nip gradually on his bottom lip before receiving his tongue. He tilts his head, deepening the kiss. Your hands stroking alongside his neat undercut. You opened your eyes slowly when he pulled back to see his own eyelids hung low, looking either very tired or very much turned on. The edge of his lips were soft from the toothpaste and the lip balm you share with him, smooth and glistening prior to your make out session.

“Keep this on,” he demands as he slides his whole body down. His hands trails up to your breasts, exposing them to the cold air whilst still keeping his sweater intact on you. He positions his shoulders under your thighs. You were surprised that, The Ushijima Wakatoshi, is willing to deal with something that was your own consequences, with his own mouth and tongue. You held it hours ago, wanting his way first rather than relying on your toys. You’re sure that he’ll come home eventually for this before eventually giving in to your heavy eyelids.

He places one, two, three kisses on the inner thigh slowly leading them up to the center of your wet panties. He pushes down your thighs towards him, licking the damp spot as if making out on it. You let out a high pitched whine from your lips. He ever so slowly pulls down your underwear you’ve been so desperate to be out of. His hot breath blows cold air between them with an eventful languid stroke. Your brain clouded, eyes rolled shut at the sight in the dark. You see nothing but flashes of sparks from the noises he made lapping his tongue over you.

Just as you feel his wet muscle fiddling around the sensitive bud, he (with the audacity) decided to suck on it, alternating between licking wet stripes along the core. You finally let out a moan, grabbing the sheets and his hair messy, pushing him further into you, grinding your own crotch towards him. One finger found his way, rubbing your entrance as the tip of his tongue fiddling your clit.

You throw your head back with your face behind your hand as his middle finger finally reaches in, unsteadily sliding in and out up till the spot where you buck your hips to its contact. Feeling your reaction, he slides in another finger, pressing and focusing them more on the gummy spot within, curling them ever so often. His jaw hardened, constantly fiddling his tongue around your clit, putting pressure on it while the tips of his dominant fingers hitting the same spot, bringing you closer and closer to the edge.

Your walls start to squeeze as your breath gets shaky. His fingers never stop thrusting in and out with a pace you never felt even when you do it yourself. Your back arches before being held down by his non-dominant hand, pressing down on your pelvis as your leg becomes a moving mess before you feel the snap under your belly. You shake as your thighs close around his head, feet pushing on his shoulders unaware. Your vision slurs.

Lips soaked in your own slick, Ushijima licked you down clean as if collecting it after your intense height, giving them one more wet smooch before hovering his body above you. He sucks down his middle and ring finger, cleaning up your mess on him. You raise your hands and grab his cheeks to give yourself a taste, tongue constantly encountering his in between kisses. You push him up, rolling up on your knees, positioning yourself on his lap, not separating your lips.

You eventually pull away with a kiss on his cheek, your hands on his jaw as you find yourself out of breath. You give yourself a view of him with your thumb on his chin. He licked the bottom of his lip before biting them, eyes hazed staring up to yours. His whole face became more and more of a mess, hair disheveled from your constant pulling, lips swollen and soaked down until his chin. You always love seeing him all wet from his own work on you.

It was impossible for you to not get turned on by him all messy and drunk from your cunt. You tug on his waistband, pulling down his PJs alongside his boxers. It’s obvious how hard he is with the ill bulge he had the whole time. His cock springs up as you pull his boxers down, tip flushed and slick, desperate to be inside you. You stroke along the shaft, spreading his own precum as you readied yourself on him. But he insisted. He rolls you back down on your back, holding the back of your thighs, teasing his tip around on your core.

You didn’t have a chance to look where the both of you met before gasping at the sudden intrusion. You were still sensitive and the slick of your pussy prior to his work makes the both of you moan as he slides in. His hips rolled and bucked on you, thrusting deliciously, tip reaching up to the familiar gummy spot.

“You look so good fucked in my sweater like that, dove,” he moans in your ear in the pleasure of your hips meeting his, pelvis to pelvis. The way he whispered that little pet nickname and moaned right into your ears clutches your core. You put your arms around his shoulders, legs wrapping around him, holding on for life as he pounds harder (you swore the bed could crack any minute).

“I’m…” you gasp in between thrusts before you continue, “I’m on birth— ah!” 

You couldn’t continue as he pushed one deep thrust, already knowing what you meant. He groans feeling your tightened walls sucking him in as he starts to roll his hips in a way it touches the parts you never knew you’d reach. He pushes your knees to your chest, thrusting in deeper. You feel his skin constantly slapping on your clit, building you up to another climax.

With a groan and his head buried into your shoulder, he came in a rut. Pace went sloppy and eventually filled his warmth inside you. His moans cracked a higher pitch before he finally emptied out on his last thrust. Both of you laid there catching your breath.

He pulls himself out of you, leaving a whine from your lips from the sudden emptiness. You sigh, feeling his cum slowly spilling out of you. Ushijima muttered a low, "fuck," as he looks down and squeezed your thighs, eyeing the sight of you leaking from his cum.

Making sure you’re fine, he hovers above you, a hand on your jaw as he kisses the edge of your lips. Raising his head to look at you as you open your eyes. Greeted by the sight of his softened features, you smile with a sigh and caress his cheek.

He’s worried, you thought. Ushijima brushes out the strands of hair from your face and places a soft, longing kiss on your temple before walking up towards the bathroom.

You hear the tap running for a while before he comes out with a warm damp towel. He gently grabs your thigh to wipe down the remaining of his cum that has spilled out of you. You sigh from the warmth of the towel.

“You need to go to the toilet,” he states suddenly. You furrow your eyebrows trying to process his instruction before realizing what he meant. You nod, “right,” you prop yourself up to sit.

“Can you walk?” he asks. You thought a bit before nodding as he grabbed onto you in case you wobble and fall. You chuckle in contrast to his worry because you did walk fine. Just a little sore. You walked to the bathroom to pee and clean yourself while Ushijima in the kitchen for some water.

You come back with him already finished putting back his boxer. You realize you don’t wanna sleep in soiled panties so you grab a fresh pair and throw the used one out into the hamper. You jump back on the bed with him. You take the glass of water he gave you before laying back down. He spoons you like how he did before. You shuffle as you turn your body towards him, brushing away his messy hair out of his face.

“Should I wear this more so I can get fucked like that more often?” you ask, referring to how his high school sweater on you turns him on. He let out a tired laugh, “just don’t wear that in front of anyone but me.”

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ushy gushy always be on my top #1 daddy big balls alongside erwin smith

#neruites #ushijima x reader #ushijima x you #ushijima smut #ushijima fic #haikyuu #haikyuu smut #hq smut #hq x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu fic

[finelinevogue]

just an idea, but what about the fact that harry has fine line on the setlist… 👀

just remember it’s all your decision and what your up for writing

Xx

fine line kisses

you made me cry writing this cause i had fine line playing in the background too🥹

word count: +1.5k

pairing: boyfriend!harry x reader

You were stood to the side of the stage when it happened.

Harry was on stage and about to finish his last song before the encore and you were ready to greet him with a loving kiss for all his hard work so far.

Just as you watched him finish up Watermelon Sugar, he walks to the side of the stage opposite to you and you wonder whether he's forgotten which side of the stage to come off from. However when you see him pick up his galaxy and cat painted guitar you begin to wonder what he is up to.

Harry walks over to the microphone as the crowd softens their deafening cheers to see what he has to say next.

"How are we doing Denmark?" He asks again, always checking in on his fans to make sure they're all still alright.

The crowd screams and settles down as Harry strums one random chord on his guitar, probably to check that it is working.

"This next song wasn't planned until about an hour ago. It's one that means a lot to me and I am aware it means a lot to all of you too." He pauses to let the screams deafen the stadium, as people begin to guess what song is going to be played next. "Tonight, though, I am playing this song for my girlfriend. This is Fine Line."

The familiar strum of chords sounds through the stadium and you have to keep yourself from letting your legs collapse beneath you.

Your eyes water at the mere first few strums of the guitar and your gaze doesn't falter from your boyfriend on stage.

This was not real.

It was hard to comprehend that he was finally playing Fine Line at a show that you were in attendance of. You always go on about it being his best song and how it means so much to you, but you never thought he would so openly declare that.

The fans would thank you later.

Throughout the whole song you sway your body gently and cup your hands together over your mouth. The tears don't stop falling as you quietly sing along with him. In a stadium full of thousands it just feels like you and him in this moment.

The crowd looks beautiful with their flashlights on and the lights in the stadium are dimmed to pink. The ambience is unforgettable.

Harry's vocals are something magical to behold too. He has never pushed himself to sing notes he finds difficult, just in case his voice breaks or gets hurts, but tonight he pushes all those boundaries. He sings in a higher key for the second verse and the crowd cheer because of it. You nod your head silently as you watch him present the best performance of his career.

With the horns too, the music is something else.

By the end of the song where it is just the instrumental you are fully crying and your body is shaking as you sob. The makeup that you had put on is no, no doubt, smudged all over your face.

"Thank you. Thank you so much." Harry repeats as he holds his hand of his heart and air-kisses all of his fans.

And before you know it, he is running off backstage to the wing that you're stood in.

You walk backwards as he runs towards you and the rest of his team. They all clap and cheer for him, just as the audience is. He only had three minutes before he has to go back onstage for the encore.

When he catches sight of you he can't help but frown. He walks over to you with his arms open wide. You, however, walk back away from him.

"No. Don't even..." You shake your head, still crying.

If he touches you now, you may never stop crying because of how much love you have for him. It'll all come to fruition with one hug.

"Baby, don't be silly. You need a hug." He chuckles as you still won't let him near you.

"No. You have ruined me. Look at me!" Your tone of voice shows Harry that you are only joking, but he still wants to be near you just in case a small part of you is genuinely sad.

"You look beautiful."

"I am a mess, no thanks to you." You let out a strained groan as you try to compose yourself.

"Was my performance that bad?" He teases, standing in front of you but no longer trying to touch you. He didn't want to overwhelm you.

"Fuck off." You give him a sarcastic glare. "You know it was good. Better than good, actually. And I'm... fuck... I'm really p-proud of you a-and I love you." You begin to cry again.

"Y/N, baby..." He says quietly.

"Ugh you're so annoying. Why am I crying?" You laugh in joke.

Harry laughs too, dimples out from smiling so hard. He never thought that his music could impact someone this much, but it makes him feel alive to see someone react so emotionally to his music.

"You're allowed to cry, babe, it's fine. You're alright."

"Don't even go saying things like that right now. It's too soon." You point a glare at him as you breathe to cool down.

"Okay, take some deep breathes with me. In, one, two, three and out, one, two three.." Harry repeats with you, stepping a little closer to you each time.

By the seventh count he has managed to wrap his arms around you, one around your waist to pull you infinitely close, and the other to cup around your head protectively as you rest it on his chest. You've stopped crying and he can tell your sadness is dissipating with every second he holds you.

"I love you so much." He says against your head, kissing the crown of your head a couple of times. He feels your arms squeeze around his waist in response.

"I love you too." Your response is muffled, since you're buried so deep into the softness of his chest.

"Sorry I made you cry." He laughs and you feel his chest moving from his laughter.

“Sorry I’m a blubbering mess.”

"It's okay. You can cry as much as you want, because I'll always be here to give you a hug."

"You'll set me off again if you're not careful." You warn him, before he says anything more smushy.

He laughs a giggle that makes you happy to hear, "Sorry."

"H! Thirty seconds!" Someone shouts to him.

You pull away from him. Harry reaches up to your eyes to wipe underneath any mascara debris. He smiles as he does so, making you smile in return.

"Beautiful." He reminds you.

"I love you." You remind him.

"I love you too." He smiles, "And stay right here, okay? I want to run straight off this stage, after, and proper kiss you. Don't leave me."

"You'll get your post-concert kiss, H." You nod knowingly, because he never misses it.

"It's all I'll be thinking about."

You blow him an air kiss in anticipation of the real one, which he catches and pretends to pocket until he can really get to kiss you.

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[tearwolfe]

hmmm yes i may have expertly crafted an entire AU around sea lion kasa. since he has been floating around in my files for months i do not consider this a new AU. don't look at me like that...

rui is a marine biologist, specializing in pinnipeds! pretend that japanese sea lions actually never went extinct and are still endangered. okay? good. he was given a grant to study sea lion conservation efforts in northern hokkaido. yes, he is using this money to study conservation efforts, but he also might be using this money to explore the rumors of merfolk around a secluded island in the area...

nene is also a marine biologist! she's more focused on fish, though. she wasn't put on a team with rui, but she hangs out with him a lot and helps him anyway.

emu is a seahorse and tsukasa is a sea lion! behold: the lesbian seahorse. what's next, a gay shark??

#sea lion tsukasa #prsk #prsk fa #project sekai #rui kamishiro #tsukasa tenma #nene kusanagi #emu otori #ruikasa #emunene #<- it'll happen. ok #wxs #wonderlands x showtime

[katsu28]

Congrats on 2K Kait!!!! And this celi is gonna be so fun, but don’t stress yourself out <333

☕️☕️☕️ I’d love a drink of “carefully initiating slight intimacy (like holding hands, hugging, etc.) since they aren't quite sure how far they could go with where they are” from List D with Jake “Hangman” Seresin.

Thank you so much <33

may have strayed a little from the prompt but i hope you enjoy anyways!

jake "hangman" seresin x reader, 1.3k, join the celebration!

To make it extremely clear, you were not dating Jake Seresin. 

He was one of the most remarkable people you’d ever had the pleasure of being friends with, kind and funny and braver than most folks would ever admit, but no, you weren’t dating him. 

You really, really wanted to, though. You just weren’t sure if that’s what he wanted too. 

Sometimes you got the feeling he did, like when Nat had caught him staring at you from behind the rim of his beer and very loudly called him out in front of everyone for unashamedly ogling you. He’d vehemently denied any said ogling with flaming red cheeks, but you noticed him doing it again three more times that same night. 

Or when you went to the farmer’s market with him one Sunday morning and it was so crowded you were positive you’d lose him in the throngs of people. He slid his hand into yours that time, lacing your fingers together tightly as you tugged him to tent after tent. 

Sometimes you thought about how you weren’t all that slick either.

Like that time Mickey invited you to the beach with all of them, and you got so distracted by Jake’s shirtless chest during dogfight football you nearly missed the pass he’d lobbed you. It all worked out in the end though, because when Jake’s team inevitably won, he’d hugged you and spun you around gleefully. 

It was worth it to feel the press of his chest against yours. 

You found yourself looking for him everywhere you went, regardless of whether he was actually there or not. You’d like to run into him at the mundane places—grocery store, laundromat, coffee shop—just so you’d be able to spend more time with him.

But those were totally platonic, good friend things to do, right? 

Like always, your eyes searched for Jake as soon as you stepped into the Hard Deck tonight, scanning the packed bar for any sign of that telltale blond head of hair you wanted to see so badly. 

Today especially, because you’d had one hell of a day at work. Between spilling coffee on your shirt first thing in the morning, to your shitty boss lecturing you about an error that wasn't even your fault, to hitting the worst traffic imaginable on the way home, you could really use one of his special Jake pep talks right now. 

Much to your dismay, you spotted Rooster first, and although you did enjoy his presence, he wasn’t the man you were looking for. You made your way over anyways, greeting everyone as cheerfully as you could given your circumstances, still looking around for Jake. 

“Hangman’s getting another round, if you wanted to put your order in.” Nat informed you, nodding towards the bar. Lo and behold, there he was a head above the rest, broad shoulders helping you spot him almost immediately. You weren’t sure how you’d missed him upon first glance. 

You thanked Nat quickly, wasting no time in making your way over until you’d pushed up next to him at the bartop. Maybe a little too quickly, because your shoulder bumped against his arm a bit harshly, and his head whipped in your direction, probably an expletive at the tip of his tongue. When he saw it was just you, his expression did a complete 180, now a grin so big his eyes crinkled at the edges. 

“Was wonderin’ when you’d be showin’ your face around here tonight.” His smooth, Texas twanged voice had part of the tension dropping from your shoulders. He seemed to notice because his smile dropped a little bit and he tilted his head, regarding you with those pretty green eyes you always found yourself getting lost in. “Y’alright, darlin’?” 

“Yeah. Just…horrible day.” You sighed, drumming your fingers against the weathered wood. Jake raised an inquisitive brow, his invitation for you to talk about it. So you did, telling him every shitty little thing that happened since the moment you woke up to the second you pulled into the bar parking lot. 

As soon as you were done, it instantly felt like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders—not all of it, but enough to the point where you didn’t feel like you were about to burst into tears at any given moment. Jake’s eyes hadn’t left yours the whole way through, keeping you tethered to him with every slow nod and brow crease. 

“Sounds like you’ve had quite a time today.” He said quietly, sliding his hand over yours. His palm was calloused and warm, thumb rubbing along your knuckles soothingly. “I’m so sorry, darlin’. Wish I coulda been there for you, maybe knocked some common sense into your idiot boss.” 

“Can I just—can you hug me? I really feel like I need a hug right now.” You weren't sure if that was asking too much of him, considering you didn’t quite know where the two of you stood in terms of what you were to each other, but you had to ask. 

“Sure. Of course I can, c’mere.” Jake opened his arms for you as soon as the words left your mouth, letting you bury yourself against his chest like you’d done it a thousand times before. 

But really, you’d never hugged Jake before. Not like this, at least. A few brief greeting hugs, thank you hugs, celebrating your win at partners beer pong at a barbeque hugs—but you'd never felt so safe in someone’s arms as you felt in Jake’s right now. They were strong, circling around you tightly, one hand smoothing up and down the length of your spine slowly, the other cradling the back of your head. You felt like you could weather a storm and still be okay here. 

He smelled like laundry detergent and musky cologne when you inhaled, strong but somehow still comforting at the same time, and the cotton of his flannel shirt was soft against your cheek. When you were this close to him, you could feel the rise and fall of his chest with every breath he took, the way his breath hitched when you hugged him a little tighter than he’d expected. 

And you could’ve been wrong, but you swore you could feel his heart beating a little too fast. 

“Thank you, Jake. I really needed that.” You sighed, pulling away from him (a little too soon for your liking, if you were being totally honest). “Sorry if it was weird, I just—” 

Jake clicked his tongue, smiling at you warmly. “Don’t be sorry, darlin’, I’m glad I could help. You can hug me anytime, alright?” 

He licked his lips, clearing his throat before speaking again, voice a lot less confident than you’d ever heard it before. His cheeks were tinged pink too, maybe from the heat of the crowded bar. (Or maybe from you.) “And maybe next time you have a bad day, you can call me? We can go out for lunch or somethin’, help get your mind off the shitty things.” 

“You’ll be at work, Jake.” 

“The Navy does give us lunch breaks too, y’know.” He joked, giving your shoulder a gentle nudge. 

“It’s still clear across town. I couldn't.” 

“I’d be there in a heartbeat. I’d even take the damn jet if I had to.” 

You couldn't help but let the corners of your mouth lift up into a shy smile. “Pretty sure that's illegal, Lieutenant.” 

“But would you? Take me up on the lunch date?” Date. He said date. You smiled even bigger because Jake looked nervous, and he never looked nervous. You’d be lying to yourself if you weren’t enjoying the effect you seemed to be having on him right now. 

“I would.” 

“Good. I’m glad.” Jake gathered the beers Penny had set on the bar for him into his hands, shooting you one of those shiny, charming smiles that made you fall for him in the first place as he backpedaled towards the rest of your friends. “Maybe we can do a test run, say…tomorrow, noon? I’ll pick you up.” 

“I’d love that.”

So no, you weren't dating Jake Seresin. But maybe, just maybe, after a few lunch dates, you could be.

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Misguided Messages

Summary: Y/N’s ex can’t handle the fact that she moved on from him and she’s happy with Hook. But when he starts doing more than sending them glares backstage, Hook makes it known that you don’t ever threaten his girl.

Warnings: creepy ex, cussing, violence, blood, threats, fights, protective!Hook, angst?, fluff, simp!Hook, teensy tiny bit of spice if you squint

𝘼/𝙉: AAAAHHHHH, I’m doing it! I’m finally posting an imagine🥳😭 I hope you guys love it! It’s definitely not perfect, and I’ve got a lot to learn, but I tried my bestest! And of course I have to give SO MUCH THANKS to @99hook!!🧡 I would never have posted this if it wasn’t for her love and support!!!! Thank you so much bestie for motivating me and I hope you love it bestie!!!🥰🧡🖤

Having an ex work at the same company as you shouldn't be that big of a deal.

You'd think everyone should be able to behave professionally and go about their day to day lives normally.

But no; because Y/N's ex didn't know the meaning of the word normal.

He was a low card wrestler at AEW; barely even on tv. He was only shown when the better wrestlers needed an easy win.

She had dated him a long time ago, back when she was in college and he was still in the indies.

But now she had risen the ranks in AEW backstage, and was a fan favorite backstage interviewer and occasionally she even got to dabble in storylines.

It was right around when he first joined Team Taz that Hook met Y/N.

There was an instant attraction between the two, and she even pulled his first words out of him in a backstage interview.

Everyone could see the chemistry between them; even the fans picked up on it.

The fans really started to ship them after a particular incident.

"So Ricky, Hook, how is Team Taz feeling about the upcoming-" Her question is cut short when Darby Allin and Sting come from out of nowhere and attack the two. 

Y/N let's out a pained yell as she gets pushed over in the chaos and twists her ankle.

Her eyes widen however when Hook punches Sting extremely hard in the gut, before running over to kneel beside her.

He scoops her up into his arms and backs away from the fight. "Are you ok?"

"I'm ok" she replies. "You should go help Ricky, I'm alright"

Hook just shakes his head no, casting one more glance over to Ricky. He and Ricky exchange nods, and he knows Ricky's got it handled.

So he turns and walks down the hall towards the medical room. "I saw you land on your ankle; how bad does it hurt?"

"Not that bad" Y/N answers. "I think my heels just made it hurt worse"

Hook nods, and it's then that he notices the camera man following them.

He scowls, and adjusts Y/N so he's holding her with one arm before shoving the camera to the ground. "Get that shit out of her face!"

After that, fans were itching to see them get together. And even though neither one were willing to admit it, they were too.

But it wasn't until Hook's in ring debut that it finally happened.

"Hey Hook!" Y/N runs over to him with an excited smile. "Are you excited to debut?!"

"Damn.." Hook can't help but audibly groan at the sight of her.

She was always a sight to behold, but tonight she looked even more breathtaking than usual. She had on a cropped corset top with a see through bodice that had floral lace patterns etched onto it, high waisted leather short-shorts, knee high black boots that had orange rhinestones bedazzling the heel, her natural hair down, and very light makeup; the only pop of color was bright orange highlighting the inner corner of her eye.

"Y-Yeah" Hook stutters out an answer to her question.

"You're gonna do absolutely amazing!" Y/N encourages.

He smiles, bashful at her praise. "Thanks Y/N"

"Tyler!" The two look up when Hook's name is called.

Taz, who was walking over to check on his son, can't help but smirk and chuckle at the pink color on Hook's cheeks. That was definitely not something you see everyday.

"How are you feeling about your first match son?" Taz asks, putting a hand on his shoulder.

"I'm all good dad" he replies.

"And Y/N, it's always lovely to see you honey" Taz greets. "And you're representing the FTW colors, I love it"

"Thanks Taz" Y/N grins. "I thought it was appropriate given Hook's debut"

"Absolutely!" Taz agrees with a grin. "You know, it's a shame to put that outfit to waste"

"What do you mean?" Y/N asks.

"Well, Ricky and Hobbs aren't able to go out with Hook tonight. So, if you're both cool with it, you could go out with him. Maybe stand ringside" Taz offers.

Hook's eyes widen as he shoots his dad a warning look. His dad was always trying to meddle with him and Y/N-

"I'd love to!"

His eyes widen even more as his head snaps back down to look at Y/N. "R-Really?"

"Yeah! If you'd like me too, of course" Y/N replies.

"Yes! I'd be happy for you to" Hook scrambles to get the words out fast enough before doing his best to recollect himself and return his face to its usual stoicalness.

Taz let's out a laugh, before patting Hook's shoulder. "Well I best be going, commercial's almost over and I gotta get back to commentary. You're up next son, and you're gonna do great. See you two later"

They both say goodbye before Hook turns to Y/N. "Sorry he just volunteered you to do that. You really don't have to if you don't want to"

"What are you talking about?" Y/N asks. "Of course I want to"

Before Hook can respond his music hits.

"Well go on!" Y/N encourages. "I'll be right behind you"

He smiles back at her, and takes a deep breath before daring to peck her on the cheek really quickly before walking out.

Y/N falters for a second, and blushes wildly while her fingers brush over where he kissed her.

Then she snaps out of it and follows him out.

Y/N grins proudly at the pop he gets from the audience, and claps along with them as she trails behind him down the ramp.

He circles the ring as Y/N stops in his corner.

Hook climbs in and walks over to his corner, paying Fuego Del Sol no mind as he leans against the turnbuckle.

Y/N smirks mischievously before climbing up to the apron and looking right in Hook's eyes.

He has to stop himself from reacting to the close proximity of their faces as she leans against the opposite side of the turnbuckle.

"I know you're gonna do amazing" she smiles softly, running her hand over his jaw.

He has to fight as hard as possible to stop a smile from overtaking his face.

Her thumb trails over his bottom lip as he stares at her adoringly.

And when the ref walks over to tap Hook on the shoulder so he'll turn around, she pecks him right on the lips before hopping off the apron and down to ringside.

His eyes widen, and his eyes trail after her.

She smirks at him, and points towards Fuego to indicate he should turn around.

He sends her a smirk back before turning to focus on his match.

He officially asked her to be his girl as soon as they got backstage, and she was so excited to say yes. After that Y/N and Hook were always together.

She always accompanied him to the ring, and Hook would be lying if he said he didn't love getting to show her off.

Y/N in turn, loved to be shown off by him. The way he was so proud to be her boyfriend made her heart melt.

Y/N was also not afraid to get in someone's face if they were messing with Hook.

At Hook's third match, when QT Marshall grabbed his ankle, Y/N was quick to intervene.

"Hey! Bastard!" Y/N storms around the ring to plant herself face to face with QT Marshall.

Was he much bigger than her, and a trained wrestler? Yes. But did he intimidate her? Not at all.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh!" Ricky exclaims from commentary. "Pissed off woman headed your way QT! Better watch out!"

Taz laughs. "Ain't no saving him now!"

"Keep your pathetic hands to your damn self!" She screams. "You're just pissed because Hook has already surpassed you and this is only his third professional match! You're so desperate to prove that you can train someone better than him; and you're too stupid to realize that's never gonna happen! Because Hook has more natural talent in his pinky finger than you have in your whole body!"

Hook can't help but peer over at his girl, a cocky smirk resting on his face as he watches her defend him.

"You listen here-" QT points his finger in Y/N's face.

But he's cut off by the bell ringing, signaling the end of the match.

Neither of them had realized that Hook locked Solo in a redrum.

Y/N let's out a cheer as she hops up onto the apron, but before she fully steps into the ring QT beats her to it.

Hook lightly pushes her back, signaling for her not to get in as he steps up to QT.

Hook turns away from QT after a moment, sick of the man yelling in his face, and that’s when QT grabs Hook's arm and yanks Hook around to face him.

The look on Hook's face is dangerous, and QT quickly raises his hands in surrender.

But it was way too late, and Y/N lets out a laugh when Hook hits him with an overhead throw and plants him onto the mat.

Hook turns back to her, and jumps out of the ring. He stops and holds his hand out to help her down.

She smiles at him as the two walk up the ramp, with Hook placing his hand on Y/N's hip and pulling her into his side.

"You screaming at him was so fucking sexy" he breathes into her ear.

Y/N looks up at him, and he smirks at the blush on her face.

But QT Marshall just never knew when to quit.

The match between Serpentico and Hook was extremely quick.

Serpentico didn't even have an opportunity to take his kimono off before he tapped.

Taz, Ricky, and Y/N were all laughing and cheering for Hook's win as he kept Serpentico locked in the redrum after the bell.

But Y/N's smile morphs into a glare when QT Marshall comes strolling out. "Hey, hey, hey, hey, this is the exact crap I'm talking about! Hey! This is what I'm talking about! You idiots don't realize what he's doing!"

Hook lets Serpentico go to turn and face QT with an annoyed look.

"Hitting the guy before the bell, keeping the choke on too long. His dad's laughing about it, his girlfriend's cheering him on" QT complains.

Y/N quirks an amused eyebrow at him, and nods her head.

Taz laughs again from his seat at the commentary table. "Yeah I am"

Hook just rolls his eyes and waits for Y/N to join him at his side before walking up the ramp.

"He's a delinquent!" QT exclaims.

Y/N intertwines her fingers with his as they walk by QT without acknowledging him.

But Y/N let's out a surprised yelp when QT grabs her arm and turns her to face him.

Hook feels her be yanked back, and whips around with a furious glare.

He pushes Y/N behind him, before getting chest to chest with QT.

QT continues to scream, but Hook doesn't really hear any of it. All he knows is that QT touched his girl.

Hook grabs QT and T-Bones him as hard as he can.

Hook stands up, and walks over to Y/N. "You ok baby?"

"Yeah, I'm good Ty" she answers with a smile.

Hook takes her hand again, and steps over QT's body.

He then turns around to place his hands on Y/N's waist and pick her up to place her on the other side of QT so she doesn't have to step over him.

Taz is still laughing at commentary as the two walk backstage. "You never put your hands on Hook's girl! And if you do, he's gonna teach you a lesson you'll never forget!"

"They're like AEW's Bonnie and Clyde!" Excalibur says with a laugh.

Y/N also started learning to commentate around that time, and Taz was happy to be her mentor.

Y/N was sitting at the commentary table next to Taz. She was quiet for the time being, because QT Marshall was out there with one of his students and Y/N refused to acknowledge him.

But then something catches her attention, and she turns to look at QT with a raised eyebrow. "Ladies and gentlemen, the recipient of the first ever QT Marshall certificate of accomplishment: Hook!"

She crosses her arms as she stares QT down, suspicious of his intentions.

But she can't help a smile growing on her face when Hook's music hits, and he comes walking out.

He glances over at her before making his way down the ramp.

"What?!" Chris Jericho exclaims surprisedly.

"The cold-hearted handsome devil: Hook" Excalibur says.

"Here he comes!" Jericho exclaims excitedly.

"We're not quite sure what the hell this is about with QT and the certificate of accomplishment" Taz says.

"Hook looks annoyed that somebody woke him up to send him out here" Jericho laughs, making Y/N laugh as well. "He probably is"

"QT likes to take a lot of credit for training Hook" Y/N rolls her eyes.

Y/N goes to stand up, but Taz grabs her arm and lightly pulls her back down. "Don't go smacking the guy up just yet Y/N" he says with a chuckle.

Y/N recrosses her arms as she keeps her eyes fixed on the ring.

"This is such a special night" QT starts. "I mean normally a mentor-" he stops when the crowd starts chanting for Hook. "Yeah, give it to him guys. He deserves it. Normally a mentor would get jealous when his protege surpasses him, but not me, I'm not a selfish kind of guy-"

Y/N laughs when the audience boos at that.

"I'm not!" QT insists. "So I’m just gonna get right to it.  Hook, congratulations. This is something you're gonna be able to tell your grandkids about. You are the recipient of the inaugural, first ever, QT Marshall certificate of accomplishment"

QT takes the plaque from Aaron Solo as he shoots off a confetti gun.

Y/N can't help but giggle at the unimpressed look on Hook's face as confetti falls around him.

"What the hell is going on?" Taz groans.

But then Hook slams Solo's head into the certificate, making Y/N and Taz burst into laughter as Hook makes his way back up the ramp.

But Y/N's smile drops when Danhausen comes creeping out from backstage.

She immediately stands up and storms over when Danhausen tries to curse Hook.

Hook is completely unfazed, and moves to step around Danhausen.

But Y/N snatches the back of Danhausen's shirt and pulls him around to face her before slapping him right in the face.

Everyone at the commentary table cringes at the sound.

"Y/N just slapped the taste out of Danhausen's mouth!" Jericho laughs hysterically at the shocked look on Danhausen's face.

"I think the curse backfired on Danhausen!" Excalibur exclaims.

"You don't mess with Y/N's man you guys" Taz laughs.

Hook wraps his arm around Y/N's waist and pulls her backstage as she glares at Danhausen.

"Calm down mamas" he breathes into her ear.

Hook smirks as she falters, and he admires the blush lighting up her face. "You like that nickname mamas?"

Y/N nods, burying her face in his chest as she hugs around his torso.

He laughs softly and presses a kiss on top of her head. "The last time you reacted like that was when I called you babygirl"

He just laughs again when she has a similar reaction, before swatting his chest. "Stop teasing me!"

"I'm sorry babygirl" he says in a low tone. He lets his hands trail down her body to rest on her hips. "I didn't mean to tease you. I just love those cute little reactions.. my cute girl"

Y/N smiles up at him, and gets on her tip toes to press a kiss to his nose.

Hook's face flushes red, and it's Y/N's turn to smirk. "It's ok, because I love your cute little reactions too honey"

Hook squeezes her hips, and leans down to bury his head in the crook of her neck. That nickname always made him bashful and blush.

Y/N giggles and runs her fingers through his hair.

Even after Hook accepted Danhausen as a tag partner, Y/N was a little unsure of him.

She didn't like how he wanted to fight Hook at first, and Y/N was a little protective of Hook.

But he did grow on her eventually, and she was so excited when the two worked together to beat Tony Nese and Mark Sterling.

But it was around this time that Y/N's ex was suddenly unable to keep his stupid fucking mouth shut.

"Hello Miss Y/N" she hears from behind her, and turns to face Danhausen with a smile.

"Hello Danhausen" she greets back. "How are you today?"

"Very well, very well indeed. I just came over to see-"

"Y/N" Danhausen is cut off by a man he doesn't recognize stepping out in front of them.

Y/N rolls her eyes, but Danhausen notices the way she takes a step closer to him. "What do you want Matthew?"

"I just wanted to talk to you without your little boy toy behind you" Matthew scowls.

"Uh, hello. Danhausen here" Danhausen waves. "She has a very evil friend instead"

"Like I'm scared of you" Matthew laughs.

"Like you have any room to talk" Y/N retorts. "At least Danhausen gets matches. When was the last time you wrestled? I don't even know, but I'm sure it was a throw away match to get someone else over"

Y/N smirks at the look on Matthew's face, knowing what she said was true.

"Just leave me the fuck alone Matthew" Y/N demands. "You know I have a boyfriend. And he is a hundred times the man you could ever dream of being, and makes me a million times happier than you ever did"

With that she grabs Danhausen's arm and pulls him down the hall with her.

"I'm not gonna give up that easily! Mark my words, you'll be hearing from me!" Matthew yells.

Danhausen turns to curse him, but Y/N just yanks him down the hallway. "He's not even worth it"

"Who was that despicable person?" Danhausen asks.

"He's just an ex" Y/N answers. "He just has a hard time accepting that I broke up with him. He hadn't bothered me in a while though.. I thought he was finally gonna leave me alone"

"We should tell Hook" Danhausen says.

"No! Please don't!” Y/N immediately replies. "Tyler will loose his damn mind, and he needs to be focused on his match tonight. The last thing I want is for him to get suspended or something because he attacked Matthew. Which we both know is what he'll do"

Danhausen is silent for a few moments, before huffing. "Fine, Danhausen will not tell for now. But if he bothers you any more we must"

It didn't take very long for him to do just that.

But this time he made the mistake of doing it when Hook was around.

Y/N giggles at a joke Danhausen tells her as the two sit in catering.

It was late; the last match had wrapped up a while ago, so they were the only ones there.

They had decided to hang out at the venue a little later than usual, and Hook was now taking a shower really quick before the three headed out.

"Hey Y/N"

"Ew!" Danhausen screams. "It is creepy rat man!"

Y/N can't help but burst out in laughter at Matthew's expense.

"I want to talk to you" Matthew says, attempting to be assertive in his tone.

But Y/N had changed a lot from the meek girl she was when she was with him. That tone may have worked on her once, but never again.

And she knew that infuriated him when she looked over at him with a bored expression. "I don't wanna talk to you though. So too bad"

"You really think you're all that now because you're Hook's latest piece of ass, huh? He doesn't give a damn about you, but you're too fucking stupid to realize that. He'll never treat you the way I did-"

"The way you did?!" Y/N exclaims, jumping up from her seat to glare daggers at him. "You're right. Tyler would never treat me the way you did. He would never treat me like I'm worth nothing more than a fuck. You expected to be able to treat me like shit, and then still have me waiting for your beck and call. Well newsflash Matthew; you may have destroyed me back then, but I healed myself. And Tyler has shown me what it's like to be loved. He's shown me what being with a real man is like"

"Hey bitch!" Everyone's head snap over to the hallway, where Hook is storming over with a look in his eyes that Y/N had never seen.

Hook snatches Matthew up by the collar with a dangerous look on his face before landing a vicious punch right on his jaw.

"Tyler!" Y/N exclaims as Danhausen immediately tries to pull him off of Matthew. 

Y/N grabs his arm and pulls him towards her.

Hook let's her do so, but he doesn't stop glaring at Matthew. "You mess with my girl again and I'll knock your fucking teeth in"

And after that Hook lets Y/N drag him down the hallway.

Neither one of them say a word until they get to Hook's dressing room.

Hook wordlessly sits down on the couch, and furrows his eyebrows when Y/N lingers by the door and doesn't sit down next to him.

He holds his hand out, signaling for her to come over to him, but she doesn't.

"Get your cute little ass over here" Hook says with a little pout.

Y/N breaks out into a smile at that, and does as told.

When she gets close enough he grabs her hips and pulls her down to sit on his lap facing him.

Y/N wraps her arms around his torso and buries her head against the side of his neck. "I'm sorry"

"For what?" Hook asks, leaning back a little in an attempt to look at her. But she holds on tighter and doesn't let him. "For all that with Matthew"

"It wasn't your fault" Hook replies, but she can feel his body tense. "Who was he though?"

"He's an ex" Y/N answers.

Hook doesn't like the vague answer, and gently wraps his hands in her hair to pull her head up and makes eye contact with her. He didn't give a damn about some stupid little ex of Y/N's; he knew that Y/N only wanted him, just like he only wanted her. But he does care when that ex starts bothering her. "Has he been bothering you before today?"

Y/N shrinks under his gaze, but when she tries to look down he tightens the grip on her hair slightly. "I.. Only a couple times"

"Y/N" Hook chides. "These are the kinds of things you have to tell me"

"I know" Y/N says softly. "I just didn't want you to get in a fight with him or something"

Hook sighs, before pulling her to him and kissing her softly.

When they pull away Y/N lays her head on his chest as Hook runs his hand up and down her back, occasionally kissing her head and whispering sweet words to her.

That was a couple months ago, and Matthew had let up a bit.

He never approached her in person anymore; but he did message and call her.

Y/N knew she should tell Hook, but she was scared he'd snap and beat him up again.

It was a miracle that Matthew didn't report Hook the first time, and Y/N didn't want to risk Hook loosing his job over her.

So she just dealt with his abusive texts and voicemails, and did her best to not let it bother her.

But it obviously did, and Hook was beginning to pick up on it.

Like right now.

Y/N and Hook were snuggled up together on their hotel bed. Y/N was tucked into his side with her head on his chest, and Hook had his chin resting on top of her head while absentmindedly running his fingers up and down her back.

But then Y/N's phone started ringing.

Hook began to move to hand it to her, but she squeezed him tighter. "Don't move" she whined.

He laughs softly at her, and peers down at her with an adoring smile. "You're adorable babygirl, but it could be something important"

Y/N pouts, before turning to grab her phone.

Hook looked back at the tv, which was playing a rerun of Y/N's favorite show.

Hook had turned it on for her while she was getting ready for bed.

But his head snaps over to her when he hears a little sniffle escape her. 

He pulls himself up to rest against the headboard, and gently places a hand on her back. "Talk to me mamas.. tell me what's going on so I can help you"

Y/N hesitates, and stares down at her phone. "I'm scared to"

Hook furrows his eyebrows at that. Why would she be scared to tell him something?

Hook places his hands on her waist and turns her to face him. She looks down at the bed, but he puts his finger under her chin and tilts her head up to look at him. "You can tell me anything Y/N. Anything. You know that"

"I know.." She mumbles. "It's not how it sounds. I just don't want you to get in trouble"

"Why would I get in trouble?" Hook asks.

"Because I think you may kill someone" Y/N answers with a soft smile.

Hook cracks a smile as well. "If they're bothering you, you may be right"

"Tyler" Y/N chides, lightly swatting his chest as they smile at each other.

"Ok, ok" he relents. "I at least won't kill anyone tonight"

Y/N takes a deep breath. "It's Matthew.."

Hook's eyes harden immediately, and he has to take a couple deep breaths of his own. "What about him?"

"Ever since you punched him, he hasn't come up to me in person. But he has been messaging and calling me" Y/N admits. "He always says the meanest things and it's just-" Y/N sniffles again, and Hook wipes away a stray tear with his thumb. "I'm so sorry I didn't tell you. I just didn't want to say anything to you because I was scared you'd attack him and get suspended or fired and I can't even imagine you being gone and I-"

Hook cuts her rambling off by placing his lips against her's.

Y/N immediately melts into him, placing her hands on his neck as her holds her face and their lips move in sync.

He pulls away after a few seconds and kisses her forehead before speaking. "I'm not happy you didn't tell me.. but I guess I understand why. I shouldn't have acted the way I did before. Maybe then you would have told me-"

Y/N places a finger against his lips, cutting his sentence short. "No. You know what? Neither one of us is gonna apologize. Did either of us handle the situation perfectly? No. But none of it is our fault's; it's his"

Hook smiles softly before nodding.

He pulls her body flush against his, and nuzzles his head in the crook of her neck. Y/N giggles as he starts leaving kisses there.

"I think he's just mad because he doesn't have the sexiest girl in the world to keep him warm at night anymore" Hook teases, and Y/N let's out a surprised squeal when he slaps her ass.

"Tyler!" She chides through giggly laughter, and he laughs along too.

The two spend the rest of the night too wrapped up in each other's presence to even remember Matthew's name.

A couple of peaceful weeks went by after that.

Matthew had called a couple times and sent a couple of messages, but Y/N just ignored them.

She told Hook every time, and he wanted nothing more than to track Matthew down and make it so he was terrified to even breathe in Y/N's direction.

But she begged him not to do anything rash, and he reluctantly agreed.

Hook kept true to that agreement for almost a month.

The two were at the arena, getting ready for that night's rampage. Y/N had gotten into the shower while Hook was putting on his ring gear and taping his fists.

"Ty!" Y/N called.

Hook immediately hopped up and walked into the bathroom. "Yeah mamas?"

She doesn't say anything, but she sticks her head around the shower curtain and pouts her lips.

Hook smirks, and walks over to place his lips against her's.

He reaches into the shower, before she giggles and closes the curtain. "You can't come in here! You're gonna get your tape wet! And your precious hair!"

Hook just chuckles. "You're the one who called me in here"

With that he walks back into the dressing room, but stops when Y/N's phone starts lighting up.

He grabs it, and starts to circle back to the bathroom to let her know she had gotten some messages, when he realizes who the messages are from.

Hook scoffs as he watches more and more messages from Matthew pop up on the screen, and with each one he feels his body heating up in anger.

But then a particular one delivers, and Hook tosses the phone down on the couch before storming out of the room with a rapid heartbeat, a clenched jaw, and clenched fists.

When Y/N gets out of the shower, she is greeted with an empty dressing room.

She furrows her eyebrows in confusion, but figures Hook just left to do something real quick.

She gets dressed and started on her makeup.

But right as she finishes putting on her lipgloss her door is swung open, and Ricky Starks comes rushing in.

"What the hell Ricky?! You scared the hell out of me!" Y/N exclaims.

"You gotta come with me" Ricky says, and grabs her arm to pull her out of the room.

"Where? What's wrong?" Y/N asks.

"Hook's beating the hell out of some random jobber" Ricky answers, and Y/N feels her stomach drop.

The closer they get Y/N can hear the fighting and yelling, and she pulls away from Ricky to just run towards the sounds quicker.

"Tyler!" She screams when she sees him holding a bloody and beaten Matthew up against the wall by his neck.

"Huh?! Come on! Threaten someone who will fight back you son of a bitch!" Hook screams, not even hearing Y/N over the blood pumping in his ears.

"Tyler!" Y/N yells again, and runs over.

Hook whips around when he feels someone trying to pull him off of Matthew, but his wild eyes soften when the see it was Y/N.

But she wasn't looking at him, she was watching with wide eyes as Matthew slid right down the wall as soon as Hook wasn't holding him anymore.

"What the hell Tyler?!" Y/N yells.

Hook just stares at the floor, chest heaving and sweat running down his body.

"Matthew swung first" Ricky speaks up from behind them. "Hook went up to him yelling and shit, but he never touched Matthew until after he punched Hook"

"I knew you wouldn't want me to.." Hook mumbles, nervously looking up from the floor to make eye contact with her.

Y/N takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself down.

"Why don't you two go to Tony's office and explain all that then" Y/N says shortly, watching as medics finally run over and start tending to Matthew. She felt guilty that she just couldn't bring herself to feel bad for him. But Ricky said that Matthew swung first, so whatever happened to him was his own fault.

Hook doesn't move though, and stares at Y/N like a lost puppy. "Are you mad at me?"

Y/N sighs, before wrapping her arms around him in a hug. He immediately responds, wrapping his arms tightly around her in return.

"I'm not happy you came out here looking for him, as I assume that's why you left the room"

Y/N looks up at him with a pointed look, and he looks at the wall to avoid eye contact. "But, if he swung first then I'm not mad at you for the fight"

"I had to. I couldn't let him say what he said to you, I'll always defend you" Hook says firmly.

"What are you talking about?" Y/N asks with furrowed eyebrows.

"You didn't look at your phone?"

Y/N was sitting in her and Hook's shared hotel room while scrolling through all the messages Matthew sent that day.

And Y/N knew exactly which one must have set Hook off.

You don't wanna respond to me bitch? That's fine, because when Hook goes out for his match tonight I'm gonna find you and teach you to never ignore me again. And trust me, you'll never forget it.

Y/N didn't even want to think about what he had been planning to do before Hook found him; and she couldn't be anything but grateful to Hook.

She had heard that Matthew was in the hospital with broken bones and other injuries, and she wondered if that would have been her without Hook.

Matthew had never actually hit her during their relationship, but he came very close when she broke up with him.

But her thoughts are interrupted when the door swings open.

She jumps up and runs over to tightly hug Hook. "Is everything ok?"

"Yeah, it's all ok baby" Hook comforts, running his fingers through her hair. "There was a video of the whole thing so I'm not in any trouble"

"Thank God" Y/N breathes out. "And Matthew?"

"He's gonna be fired. You know, whenever he wakes up" Hook brags with a lopsided smirk.

Y/N laughs, and gets on her tiptoes to peck his lips. "I love you so much. And thank you, I can't help but think about what could have happened-"

Hook leans down to cut her off with a kiss, before pulling away and resting his forehead against her's. He lets his hands rest on her hips as he stares into her eyes. "You don't ever have to worry about someone hurting you. Not ever again. Not when I'm around, which will be forever"

Y/N smiles, and lets out a surprised laugh when he picks her up and carries her over to the bed.

She gets comfortable under the covers as he puts on pajamas.

He lays down next to her and she immediately nuzzles into his side.

Hook wraps an arm around her waist, and uses his free hand to draw random shapes on her exposed stomach.

Y/N sleepily smiles as she realizes he's writing out 'I love you' at one point. "I love you too"

#aew hook #hook x reader #send hook #aew hook x reader #tyler senerchia #hook imagine #aew fanfiction #aew x reader #hook aew #hook aew x reader

[merchelsea]

a year ago - max verstappen

pairing: ex!maxverstappen x fem!reader

summary: this is what happens when reader moved on but he didn't.

author’s note: being a mercedes fan and liking max at the same time is kinda bipolar, ngl.

word count: 673

warnings: sad max

a triumphant cry echoed through the air “a third time champion of the world, max verstappen!” it reached your ears as soon as he emerged from his car, having secured the second position in the sprint race.

you weren’t supposed to be watching, but you couldn’t help it. max deserved this more than anyone in this world, and even after all, you wished him the best. you tuned in to F1TV and watched the entire sprint race to see if he could pull it off.

you couldn’t deny your happiness for the drivers triumph, but you also couldn’t say that you missed being with him. it was a troubled relationship, and even though you loved each other deeply, it was clear you were never meant to be.

you had come to terms with this fact after your breakup, but max had not. in his mind, he held onto the hope that you two would find your way back to each other. he believed that you still belonged in his arms.

that's why he wore a serious expression throughout the celebrations, not even recognizing his win until he retreated to his driver's room to shed tears.

max couldn’t believe this was happening, he couldn’t believe you weren’t there to celebrate this with him. he never wanted to celebrate alone, and even in the midst of the crowd, he felt utterly isolated.

and so, as soon as he could, he left the celebration, rushing to his car, abandoning his team and the party behind.

it was not fair to all the people that worked their asses of for his conquest and the dutch was well aware of that, but he could not stand another minute of pretending like he wasn't looking for you.

he knew you wouldn't come, but he hoped that you would. that you'd run into his arms. that you'd kiss him proudly. that you'd at least congratulate him.

we all know that didn't happen.

so he did what he knew best — he drove. every road of that damn city was left scarred with his loneliness and grief. he hoped, he prayed, he sobbed, but none of his prayers were answered.

back in monaco, max put on a facade, pretending everything was as it should be. he was a three-time world champion in a row; how could he not be ecstatic? he had everything he needed, he was surrounded by friends, family, girls.

getting things off his mind was a easy task. all he needed were three vodka-cola's and a stripper on his lap.

that helped a lot to ease his mind for one night, cause the next one, all he could think about was how you hated clubs and alcohol. and how disappointed you'd be in him.

after a week, he quit, convinced it might somehow ease his pain. he returned to his previous way of easing his mind – driving. the streets watched him channel his emotions through the accelerator and brake, a depressing sight to behold.

until one day, he grew the guts to drive around your block. it was 2a.m. and by this time you were always asleep. he wasn't even sure of why he was driving there.why he was there.

a mysterious mercedes-benz parked in front of your house, a sight he knew all too well, raised one of his eyebrows sharply. why was a mercedes next to your bmw?

the pieces of the puzzle fell into place when he realized your lights were on.

"oh-" he let out. you were not alone.

he stopped his car, unable to drive further, consumed by anxiety. he didn't actually knew it was a man, but the thought of it made him sick.

so, he waited. waited and waited until it was morning when you emerged from the house with a man, with a bright smile on your face, and kissed him before heading to work.

you never got to see max, and he was thankfull for that because he was devastaded, destroyed even.

he never, ever, drove back there again.

#max verstappen x reader #formula one #formula 1 #f1 imagine #formula one story #max verstappen #max verstappen x you #f1 masterlist #driver x reader #f1 x reader #x reader #female reader #max verstappen fic #f1 #redbullracing #rbr #rbr x reader

[gophergal]

Behold, a silly AU I've been yapping to @cursed--alien about for... A week? Or two? Idk. Either way this is what they called Nine Mercs And A Baby, in which Medic creates a test tube baby (using his and Heavy's genetics) to develop an artificial womb then gets really attached to the resulting offspring. I'm not much of a fankid or kidfic person (kids weird me out), but this AU has really grown on me despite being a joke at first

(more details under the cut)

Before their "birth", Medic refused to acknowledge the question of what he was planning on doing with the baby if it survived. After it was born he claimed that he was only keeping it to study human growth and development first hand

Medic is extremely weird about fatherhood. He's simultaneously really anxious and distant. He knows he's not cut out to be a primary caregiver. It's just not something he's capable of, and he thinks himself too old for this nonsense. However, once he realizes that he really does have the support of his dysfunctional found family, he allows himself to learn to be a better father

The kid was raised relatively gender neutral. Ever read the book "X: a fabulous child's story"? They're not quite that neutral, but they're not really forced into gender roles or expectations. They have two first names (one feminine, one masculine), but no one in their family uses them. Most of the time they're just called the Kid, but everyone has a nickname for 'em. They don't care about pronouns all that much. (C'mon, they're my OC and I headcanon Medic as transmasc. There was no way they wouldn't be some flavor of nonbinary)

Heavy treasures his child and is so fucking protective. He's wrapped around their little finger. Though everyone helps out with their needs, he's his child's primary caregiver and no decisions are made about them without Papa Bear knowing

They're born in 1968 and spend the first four years of their life living on the base. MvM doesn't happen in this AU, so once the Gravel Wars end, Red Team goes their separate ways... At first. After a year or so they start trickling back together because nothing feels quite as right as being A Team. Kid only had about a year of their life where they didn't have a big family to rely on

It's not all sunshine and rainbows, but the only Major Issue in the family (at least for Kid) is how distant Medic is despite being their actual Legal Father. He tries, but he's afraid of smothering them or pressuring them into following in his footsteps. Had he been younger when they were born, he probably wouldn't have cared. But having the opportunity to form strong bonds has made him a softer man. Regardless, they still love each other, and Kid feels lucky to have a dad like him

#gopher art #team fortress 2 #tf2 oc #tf2 heavy #tf2 medic #tf2 engineer #tf2 demoman #tf2 pyro #tf2 sniper #tf2 scout #tf2 soldier #tf2 spy #heavymedic #(implied since they're a fankid of them) #nine mercs and a baby #(because i feel like I'll draw more stuff for this at some point) #tf2 kid #(which will be Sonya's tag) #dont have much else to say tbh! ive grown really attached to this au which is hilarious since i normally hate kids in my fanworks #i think medic would be a terrible dad still. do not give him a child. the only reason this works out as well as it does is because EVERYONE #raises this damn kid

[houseoftulips]

The Government Name | H. Iwaizumi ~ the one where you pull out the full name card

─➭ pairing: boyfriend!iwaizumi hajime x fem reader

─➭ mentions of: reader is trying to be petty, fluff and maybe a little suggestive, iwa just can’t get enough of you

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You’ve been dating Iwaizumi Hajime for a couple of years now and since the day he asked you to be his girlfriend you haven’t called him by his full name.

It was your love language he picked up on after a couple months into dating. Not another day went by when you didn’t call him a nickname that magically popped in your head.

“Haji! Can you help me, please?”

“Honey, don’t forget your lunch!”

“I’ll see you later, my love…”

“You got a cute butt, honeybun”

The last one definitely makes him blush like a fifteen-year old and grumble a “Quit bein’ cheesy, doll.” So it’s obviously safe to say that you haven’t said both his first and last name for a while. And he hasn’t with done so with you either.

But you being a clever pretty thing you are - his words of course - used that to your advantage during a little bickering match you had going on. Hajime was supposed to pick you up after work so you guys could go on a much needed date. But lo-and-behold he didn’t show up till an hour and a half later because he decided to stay back with the Black Jackels Volleyball team for a longer practice.

When he did finally pick you up as soon as you stepped into the car you sat facing the window. Ah, a cute little sign of when you’re mad at him, he thinks. Hajime doesn’t complain though, he knows why you haven’t said a word to him let alone look at him since you got in the car. So he speaks up.

“I’m sorry, I’m late, babydoll,” he says as he reaches over the console to search for your hand to hold. Just as he’s about to intertwine his fingers with yours, you pull your hand away. He sighs quietly with his hand still out, “Come on, baby. Hold my hand.”

“No,” you say confidently as you stare out the window, “Your hand holding privileges have been revoked.”

Hajime chuckles at your answer. “That so?” he smirked as he took a quick glance at you, “What about hugs?”

“No hugs,” you say in an annoyed tone.

“No hugs?” he repeated as he clutched his chest dramatically, “Not even kisses?”

“Not even kisses, Hajime.”

He eases on the brake as he comes to a red light hearing that name come out of your mouth. Huh? Who is Hajime? Surely not him. He looks at you with furrowed eyebrows and sees you’re still not looking at him.

“Say that again, doll?” he says.

Then you finally look at him. Your eyes show that little fierce in you he admires. You’re standing your ground.

“I said. No kisses, Iwaizumi Hajime.”

His eyes slightly widen hearing the full government name. And to be honest, his pants might’ve tightened a bit too. “Iwaizumi Hajime, huh,” he smirks as the light turns green and begins to drive off, “That’s the full name, sweetheart.”

Sweetheart… That’s the nickname that makes you week in the knees but you’re still holding yourself strong. “You get called the full name when you’re being a jerk,” you pout.

Hajime sighs softly. He deserves it, he knows that. And as much as it might be turning him on hearing you full name him, it’s still stings his chest a bit.

“You’re breaking my heart over here,” he chuckles softly as he tries once again to hold your hand. You try to pull away again but he manages to swiftly intertwine his fingers with yours. And he feel a bit better after since you didn’t pull off much of a fight to get out of his hold.

He brings your hand up to his lips as he continues to drive home. He kisses your knuckles as he mumbles against your skin, “What can I do to get out of this punishment, sweetheart?”

You pout more because you don’t know. He knows you like the back of his hand so he knew why you were mad at him. And being the mature man he is, he admits his faults despite his stubborn personality.

You feel him play with your fingers as he finally pulls the car into the parking lot of your shared apartment. He uses his free hand to put the car in park so he doesn’t let go of you and it makes you smile.

“Iwaizumi,” you say as you look at him.

“Baby, quit calling me that. Come on,” he chuckles making s giggle slip out of your pretty mouth.

“Listen first,” you say in a firm but soft tone, “You’re such an asshole that I can’t stay mad at you forever but you still hurt my feelings.”

“And I couldn’t be anymore sorry, sweets,” he says with no hesitation as he brings your hand to cups his warm cheek, “You can punish me in different ways just not the government name.”

You giggle that brings warmth to Hajime’s chest again while you softly run your thumb on his cheek. “You do dishes for two weeks and you take Toru to the airport next saturday too,” you say as you lean towards his face.

“Not shittykawa,” he grumbles as he hides his growing smile on his face as your noses touch.

“I took him last time he visited,” you say against his lips, “Please…my love…”

Fucking finally, he thinks with a smile. “Alright,” he says, “Only if you give me a fat kiss, sweetheart.”

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#anime characters #anime fanfic #haikyuu #hq x reader #haikyuu x y/n #hq iwaizumi #iwaizumi drabble #iwaizumi hajime #hajime iwaizumi #iwaizumi scenarios #iwaizumi x y/n #iwaizumi hajime x reader

[expecto-patronix]

Full Focus (Fernando Alonso x Reader) smut

A/n: fuck it, Fernando smut for all the nando fuckers out there.

Pairing: Fernando Alonso x (female) reader

Warnings: smut (oral, both receiving). Age gap (reader is in mid 20s, Fernando 41)

Summary: you and a few guys have a twitch stream session but your secret boyfriend Fernando is a distraction and a tease.

Word count: 3229

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How you had managed to keep your relationship with Fernando secret from your friends was still a mystery. You, Lando, Charles and Pierre were hanging out all the time. Even in covid you were still streaming on twitch with the guys on a regular basis.

Before covid you would walk around the paddock. As a journalist your job was to find out as much gossip as would be possible. With you being the same age as the younger drivers, you had an easy way in. Their humour matched yours and quickly you became a part of their friend group.

Why they had never noticed your eyes lingering on the Aston Martin garage every time you walked down the paddock to meet with them was a mystery. Somewhere during his time with Alpine you had met Fernando on the grid. Of course, you had interviewed him a few times prior to that but this time Esteban introduced you two. Now Fernando had joined Aston he looked better then ever. His big brown eyes always had a glint when he was dressed in his team clothes or driver suit, and you loved to see him like that.

You hadn’t told your friends about your relationship yet because you weren’t sure how they’d react. Fernando was obviously significantly older than you and you did not want to have to justify anything. So, you and Fernando decided to keep things quiet at first, just waiting for the right time to tell your friends.

Now there were 3 weeks with no races, meaning everyone had some free time to just enjoy themselves. The off time gave you and your friends time to stream again, which was something you could only do if there was no race to prepare for. You had gradually invested in better gaming equipment so you could better match the drivers during your e-racing matches. You just hoped they would not notice how your skill level had improved exponentially ever since Fernando came over more and more often and gave you some pointers.

‘LNADO! THAT WAS MY CORNER YOU BASTERD’ you scream laughing into the mic. Your ears are filled with at first the loud laughter of Charles and then the loud wheezing of Lando. You tear your eyes away from the screen as a red flag pops up and a message saying you were out of the race. To the right side of your living room, out of view from the camera, Fernando has put down a yoga mat and is now doing some weights and core exercises. It was a sight to behold really, his tight white sport shirt clinging to his body and showing off his muscles whatever way he moved.

‘Earth to Y/n!’ Charles voice brought you back to the game. Apparently, you and Lando crashed so hard it created a chain effect crashing everyone and so the race was over and a new one was ready to start, only you still had to connect. Your eyes snap back to the screen. On screen two you see the boys staring at you with amused smiles. You tried to supress the blush wanting to creep up on your cheeks.

‘What has you so distracted all of a sudden?’ Lando teases.

‘Nothing, just my cat jumping on the table and almost knocking something over…’ you lie, in the corner of your eyes you see Fernando break his set while he catches on to what is happening in your stream. The blush on your face and neck was also speaking volumes.

‘Awh, can you show the cat?’ Pierre asked.

Goddamnit.

‘Ahh maybe later? He just… left the room.’ It was a terrible lie, but at least the guys dropped the topic after that and the next race started. You did a qualifying and all, all of you easily passing though to Q2. Then when you were waiting in the garage to go out for Q2 you see Fernando on the yoga mat. He was sweaty from his previous exercise so he decided to take off his shirt. Oh fuck. Then the fucker proceeded to do lounges. He had noticed you looking at him out of the corner of your eye the past minute and decided to give you a bit of a show. He knew exactly what he was doing, the exercise showing off his strength and stamina at once and every once in a while you swore you could hear him grunt softly. Was the training he was doing now really that demanding? Absolutely not, but he loves messing with you.

‘Y/N WHY AREN’T YOU OUT YET?’ you hear Charles scream at you. Once again you got caught not paying attention. The cat excuse can’t be used again because he just left, as you had told them.

‘I am waiting for the track to dry to do a quick lap!’ you defend, frantically looking around the screen to see how much time was left in Q2. Shit. Too late. Even if you would go out now there would be no time for a timed lap. This meant you were to start from p15.

‘Maybe if you’d kept your eyes on the game you would have made Q3’ Pierre says wriggling his eyebrows at you from your second screen.

You just groan and throw your head back in your game chair out of frustration. To your right Fernando has now stopped his exercise and has started stretching. There was no way he needed to stretch like that at this moment. Such a tease.

The sound of racing resumes in your headphones, meaning Q3 has started. You redirected your eyes to the screen once more. All the boys were focussed on their laps. Even though it was just online racing no one wanted to lose, not even a pole position. Your eyes were unfocussed on the screen while your mind went to the sight you had just seen. Your incredibly handsome boyfriend doing his very best to distract you by doing his most low-effort training just to give you a show. And it had worked. You subconsciously clench your thighs together to relieve some of the pressure that was slowly starting to build. Maybe you should just give up on trying to refocus on the game and concede to Fernando’s tactics.

You blink your eyes trying to refocus when you hear Fernando softly clear his throat nearby. Apparently he had moved to right next to your computer, arms crossed across his chest and an amused look on his face.

‘Did you want to join me in the shower or no?’ he asks in a thick Spanish accent.

You quickly turn off the camera and mute yourself, staying in the stream but being clearly absent. You move the headphones off your ears and place them on your shoulders.

‘I swear the guys know something is up, I can’t keep making up fake pets to excuse myself Fernando!’ you laugh at the idea.

‘Then tell them.’ He retorts with a smile.

‘What?’

‘It has been months, mi amor, I think it is time they found out. No?’

He was right. You would have to tell them sooner or later… and maybe about now would be a good time.

‘Alright… I will.’ You say, standing up and placing one hand on his sweaty chest and one on the back of his muscled neck. His hands land on your waist, pulling you in closer and leaning in to place his lips on yours. How he always managed to take your breath away completely you would never know. The only thing you did know is that the sensation of Fernando, from his hands roaming your back to his mouth hungrily claiming yours, was engulfing you completely.

His mouth moved from your lips to your neck, biting down on your pulse point. Sparks of pleasure were already soaring though your body at his touch. You scratch your nails down his toned chest as response, enjoying the way his muscles jumped under your touch and how he shivered slightly when you put a but more pressure behind your touch. Fernando’s hands slide down your sides so they could creep up again but under your shirt. While his hands roam your skin under your shirt he walks the two of you back in your room, his mouth never leaving your neck.

You feel the floor under your feet disappear under the yoga mat that was still laying on the floor, very classy. Not that you would ever admit it out loud, but you loved it when Fernando got all sweaty. It reminded you of times when after a race he would come to you to either unwind or celebrate, depending how the race went. You felt Fernando hitch your shirt up, trying to get more access to your body. He pulls away from your neck to allow you to take off the fabric of your shirt and then your bra, leaving you in just your sweatpants just like him. You pull him closer by his neck, feeling his muscles tighten at your touch as he pulls you closer by your waist, connecting your bare chest to his. The skin-on-skin contact felt amazing, but you craved more. You feel his cock harden against your front when he deepens the kiss to dominate your tongue with his. Ever the control freak.

But you take him by surprise when you pull back suddenly. At first, he looks at you, searching your eyes for any sign he had done something wrong. And then you quickly drop to your knees in front of him and pull his sweatpants loose and down in one swift motion. Before he had any time to object or scold you for risking damaging your knees you pull his boxers down and take his cock in your hand. Fernando lets his head fall back with a moan at the relatively sudden contact. Where just a few moments ago his cock was just getting hard, you could now see the pre-cum already glistening at the tip while you spit in your hand and start pumping him slowly but with enough pressure to make his breath hitch and his head snap forward to look down at you. You look up at him while innocently batting your eyelashes.

‘Don’t tease.’ He breathes out as you keep your slow pace a bit too slow for his liking.

‘I thought you liked teasing?’ you retort, he lets out a snort.

‘Not when I’m on the receiving end.’ He says whilst weaving a hand through your hair. You take the hint and move one hand to his muscular thigh to steady yourself while the other moves to the base of his length so you can put his tip in your mouth. He lets out a sigh of relief at the feeling of your warm mouth where he needs you the most. You move your head down his length and take him as deep as you could without gagging and stroke what was left of his cock with your hand. Almost immediately you set a quick pace, just how he likes it. His hand in still in your hair to keep you from slowing down just in case you wanted to tease him again. He was always in control, and you knew it.

Fernando’s breathing grew more and more ragged while you worked him towards his release, the sheet of sweat already adorning his body only growing more and more obvious. Then you hear his breathing deepen and you feel his hand on your head tighten in grip, he was getting closer. With all the willpower you had you took him even deeper in your mouth, fighting your gag reflex for all you were worth. When you looked up into his eyes and he looked back he lost it. The tears welling in your eyes from almost gagging made your eyes look even more pretty in his mind.

‘Fuck…’ he breathes, followed by a string of Spanish curse words. Then you moved your head one more time up and down his shaft, this time taking him all the way in, so the tip hit the back of your throat. The look he gave you was enough to fight your reflexes for a bit longer, the need for air completely forgotten as he moans out your name and the muscles in his abdomen start to spasm as he comes in your mouth.

He moves his hips a bit back when he starts coming down from his high, giving you a chance to swallow down his seed and then breathe in a gasp of air that refilled your lungs, which had rarely ever felt so empty. Fernando stepped out of his pants, which had pooled around his ankles by now, and threw them towards the laundry bin. The pleasure that was building in your abdomen was a lot to handle, your clit begging to be touched and your cunt begging to be filled. But as you watch Fernando walk towards the shower you think maybe he is just going to clean up now, so you stand up and sit back down on your game chair, grabbing your shirt from the floor and placing it on your desk.

You eye the computer screen for a minute, your webcam was still just a black screen and the microphone was still muted, thank God. Just before you could see how the race was going however your chair was spun around quickly, and Fernando was now looming over you.

‘I’m not done with you yet, mi amor.’

Before you had any chance to answer his lips are back on yours, his tongue once again entering your mouth not caring about tasting himself on you. Now your fingers wound through his hair when one of his hands moves to harshly pinch one of your nipples. You pull back from the kiss to try and catch your breath, letting out more moans when he continues to tease your nipple with his hand. His head moves down to catch the other nipple in his mouth, and you can feel him smile when you let out a rather loud moan when his tongue flicks at it. You head falls back against the chair as you relish in the pleasure he makes you feel. His mouth stays on your chest and his hands move down to your pants, tapping your thigh to let you know to lift your hips so he can pull your pants off. You oblige and the clothes are thrown onto the pile Fernando had started earlier with his clothes.

Then his kisses move down from your chest to your belly, then to your waist. You sit low in the chair to give him the best access possible. You close your eyes when you feel his hot breath close to where you need him, but just not there yet. The anticipation is murder. then you feel two thick fingers suddenly moving through your slit, collecting your juices, swirling them around your clit and then moving back down to your entrance, slowly penetrating you. Your mouth falls open in a moan.

‘Fernando…’ is all you get out when you get interrupted by him placing a wet kiss to your clit. But he moves his head right back again while he slowly fingers you.

‘What do you want, Y/n?’ he asks.

‘Don’t tease…’ you plead; your eyes go down to a sight to behold. Fernando is looking at you with a soft smile, his head between your legs and his fingers slowly moving in and out of you.

‘But you know I like teasing you, no?’ he asks with a mischievous smile. Fucking hell.

‘Fuck, I need you...’ you try.

‘What do you want?’ he asks, knowing fully well what you need, but he loves to hear you say it.

‘Fernando please, make me cum?’ you half tell him, half ask him. You didn’t want it to sound like begging, but the tone of your voice gave you away anyways.

‘It would be my pleasure.’ He says and then his mouth is on you. you close your eyes at the intense feeling as his tongue circles your clit expertly and his fingers start picking up the pace.

‘You’re so wet for me.’ Fernando remarks. He always manages to make you blush, no matter how many times his head was in between your thighs. You grip the armrest of the chair tightly, your body chasing the building tension in your core. The room is filled with the wet noises of Fernando quickly pumping his fingers in and out of you while his tongue is attacking your clit like a last meal. His pace is brutal, and you knew you wouldn’t last long like this. The pressure in your belly slowly building, tightening until it started to spread though your entire body.

‘Fuck, Fernando, I’m, I, fuuuuck.’ Is all you manage to say and he just smirks, whispering a soft ‘cum for me then’ against your clit followed by some Spanish praise words and you were done for. Fernando’s other hand was holding you down while he worked you through your orgasm. It took you longer to regain your breath than you were proud of, shockwaves of your orgasms being kept up by Fernando still softly sucking your clit and slowly pumping his fingers in you.

When you finally got to open your eyes again and see your room and not just stars, Fernando reached behind you to a pack of tissues which he must have gotten earlier when he left the room. As the gentleman he is, he cleans you up nicely and gets you some other pants to wear. You put on your shirt again and check the computer screen.

There must have been around 30 missed messages from the boys in your private chat of them trying to get your attention back.

Fuck

The game

You try to fix your hair as best as possible and arrange your shirt like it was before you would restart your camera and microphone.

‘Heeeyyyy guys I’m back!’ you say in a chipper tone, trying to hide all the evidence of what had just occurred while also making sure Fernando would hear you were back on the stream.

‘Jeeeezus Y/n, what took you so long? We’ve been waiting for like 15 minutes!’ Charles remarked.

That long? Oops.

‘Yeah sorry, I was just... running some errands’ you lie. Another terrible excuse.

‘Yoooo Y/n! What is that on your neck?’ Lando was kind enough to comment on the bruise slowly forming on the side of your neck, as was the whole chat of the twitch stream it seems.

How were you going to talk yourself out of that one?

Or just tell them the truth…

You never had to decide what to do, because at that moment Fernando moved into the back of your camera, redressed, and still trying to fix his own hair. He walked into the camera frame, tilted your head to give you a kiss, then moved your mic towards the side to say, ‘Hi guys!’ and then he left the room, shouting something about groceries. The boys on your second computer screen looked shocked at first, but quickly they all burst out laughing, and you swore you could hear Pierre scream ‘I knew it!’ before the chat exploded.

#Fernando alonso x reader #fernando alonso #f1 fanfic #smut #charles leclerc #lando norris #pierre gasly #my post

[foreingersgod]

Can you write about CC inspired by the song Nobody Gets Me by Sza

Like how your the only one she opens up to and completely trusts

Nobody gets me . CC

pairing: caitlin clark x reader

synopsis: nobody gets me by sza

A/N: avoided the angsty part of this song cause i feel like i’ve been in too much of an angsty mood LMAO! enjoy loves !

for a while, you and caitlin had an on and off relationship. sometimes you only got together just to hook up, at some point you tried being official for while, but nothing had ever really stuck and you just continued on with your normal back and forth routine. it worked well for the both of you, too busy with school and basketball that you didn’t want to pester each other with means of labeling your relationship. but you found comfort within each other and practically spent every waking moment with one another. to be completely transparent, you’d always had really intense feelings for her, but you didn’t want to ruin such a beautiful thing you had had with her already.

graduation was approaching swiftly, and you found that the two of you were hanging out much less often. cait was dealing with the championship and procrastinating saying her goodbyes to her team. and you were finishing up your studies and internships. when she did come over, though, she was extremely exhausted and distant.

you had sensed that something was bothering her, but you didn’t want to push it. knowing caitlin, she got stressed and overwhelmed about a lot of things and she hardly ever talked about it. when she did speak about what was on her mind she had to do it on her own terms.

on one particular wednesday night, however, she had shown up at your door in tears. a rare scene to behold. you’d never seen her cry unless it was after a huge loss for iow, but even then, it wasn’t like this. she was hiccuping from the sobs, with her face red from running her hands down her face.

“caitlin…hey what’s going on?” she said nothing as you immediately ushered her into your apartment. you got her situated on your couch, telling you’d be just a second and you were going to grab her some tissues and water.

“no!” she cried, grabbing your wrist as you attempted to leave “don’t leave me please”

you sat down next to her, extremely worried. “i won’t, im right here, are you sure you don’t want anything?”

she shook her head violently and collapsed into you. her face hidden somewhere between your neck and shoulder, trying to suppress her sobs. her whole body shook as she continued crying, you rubbed her back and smoothed her hair, trying to calm her down.

“cait, you’re making me nervous, what’s going on?” you urged again.

“i’m so scared, YN” you grabbed her shoulders and forced her to look at you.

“of what?”

“of this” you looked at her extremely confused. “of graduating, of moving on, of saying goodbye to the team…”

“cait those are very normal things to be upset about, you shouldn’t have to be scared to continue on this amazing path you’re-” wiping away some of her tears with your thumb, you tired to comfort her before she cut you off abruptly.

“but i’m scared of losing you” her eyes squeezed shut in frustration, so overwhelmed by with these feelings coming out all at once.

“me? what are you talking about?”

“i just-” she tried to steady her breathe “i’ve realized that i haven’t taken this thing we’ve had seriously enough. i-i’ve been thinking about what’s going to happen when we go our separate ways…and i don’t want that YN, i don’t think i can be without you.”

“hey,” you grabbed her hand “i’ll always be here, we’ll still call and text and when you’re in town we can grab lunch! i’m not just gonna stop being your friend, silly!”

“but i don’t want to be your friend!”

you were struck with shock at her statement, completely unaware of where this was all coming from.

“the closer we get to separating from each other, the more i’ve become of aware of how much i’m fucking in love with you”

her eyes were studying your facial features, trying to pull a reaction from you, but you stood completely starstruck.

“nobody gets me like you do,” her voice cracking, close to crying again. “i don’t think i can be away from you. im scared it’s too late and i don’t want to lose what’s left of you..of what we have. and, i’ll be honest, i don’t want to see you with anyone else but me. nobody gets me like you do, im serious. i only like myself when i’m with you”

you felt yourself about to cry too, you had no idea she felt this way.

“you’re the only one i can actually be myself with. and you’re the only person i want to be around every second of the day. and i know it sounds crazy, and i don’t expect you to put everything on hold just because i’m sitting here crying and dropping this huge love bomb on you but i-”

you cut her off, throwing your arms around her shoulders, and pulling her into a gentle kiss. you could feel your tears mix together as you desperately pulled her in closer. after wanting her all to yourself, your feeling were finally reciprocated and it felt like you were on cloud 9.

“i love you, caitlin” you pulled away, smiling “i’m not going to leave you”

“thank you,” she said with her tears finally dried “for loving me, for trusting me, and for staying. i don’t think i could make it without you”

she stayed the night at your place that night. she told you about all the stuff she had kept hidden away when she started becoming distant; she told you about the stress of classes and the team and the draft. everything. she felt like she could stay up all night with you and completely e open up to you because nobody gets her like you do.

#caitlin clark x reader #caitlin clark #wcbb #wcbb x reader #sza #sza imagine

[lmaopuli]

Tattoos and Tequila

— a fluffy Mason Mount blurb

Warnings: just brief mentions of alcohol?

Word count: ~1k

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“I didn’t know you had all these.” Mason mumbled in your ear behind you, fingers grazing the tiny tattoos on the back of your arms.

“Well that’s because you’ve only seen me in my work uniform, genius.” You smirked, trying to play it cool as you turned around from the bar. But the glint in your eyes gave it away, you were so excited to finally see Mason outside of Carrington.

All the United team and staff were out celebrating the end of a successful season. The evening started out with a proper awards night, with the women in gowns and heels and the men in suits. Of course, the boys didn’t want to end the night there. Thus you, and some of the other younger staff members were invited to the club as well. Going out and getting wasted wasn’t your usual thing, but after seeing Mase in that fitted, grey suit, you needed to see what he looked like in the club—you wanted to see him let loose a bit after a tough but rewarding season. And you know what? After a season of tending to injuries and performing god knows how many physical exams, you deserved a night out too.

So here you were, in your best clubbing outfit, waiting at the bar for at least half an hour alone. You’ve been sipping away at your tequila soda, impatiently waiting for the man you’ve been crushing on this whole year. Checking the time on your phone for the millionth time that night, you were so close to leaving. But low and behold, Mason just had to be fashionably late. Luckily he found you just in time, before you decided to leave for good—and thank god he did. There he was, in a simple white shirt, jeans, and his signature black sunglasses. He always looked good to you, but something about the way he looked tonight, his touches and comment about your tattoos, and the tequila in your system made your heart pick up and your mouth go all dry.

“Has anyone told you how silly your sunglasses look at night?” You cheekily questioned, trying your best to not make it obvious the effect he had on you in that moment.

“Really?” He chuckled, sliding his sunglasses off, “you might be right.” But instead of keeping them on his shirt or at the bar behind you, he slid them on you, slowly going up the bridge of your nose. “I think they might actually look better on you, love,” he mumbled, his hand now resting on your jaw. And while your vision was now much darker because of his sunnies, you swore his charming smile was still the brightest thing in the room.

Oh, you were in for a long night.

“Let’s take a shot,” you quickly blurted out, unable to look at him anymore. The liquid courage from your tequila soda was dwindling, and you needed more immediately.

Mason, on the other hand, loved seeing you this flustered. At work, you always kept it professional, but almost too much so for his liking. Initially, he couldn’t even tell where he stood with you. You’d been hired only a few weeks after he joined the team. The first day he saw you in the physio room, he had become so flustered himself. To be fair, he wasn’t used to a girl physio, and a gorgeous one at that. When you flashed your pretty smile at him saying goodbye at the end of his physical, he couldn’t help but wonder if you flashed that smile to all of his teammates. Maybe you were just this kind to everyone?

His thoughts changed a few months later, though. He had picked up a slight shoulder injury during training and the coaching staff urged him to the physio room right away. For some reason, you'd been the only staff member in the room that afternoon. Your eyes went wide at Mason telling you what happened, immediately helping him remove his shirt so you could take a better look at his shoulder. You weren’t prepared to see what was underneath, however, and Mason definitely noticed your gaze on him, trailing down his abs and on the various tattoos he had scattered around his upper body. At that moment, he knew you felt something too.

Mason wasn’t big on taking shots, but if the girl he’d been thinking about all season asked to take one with him, he was gonna do it. He removed the hand cupping your face, reaching to grab his wallet to pay the bartender, but his eyes never left your frame.

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“You got any more of those?” Mason asked later in the night, “tattoos, I mean.” His fingers started absentmindedly grazing the ones on your arms again.

“Yeah,” you answered, “I have a few more you can’t see.”

“Well,” Mason followed, “when can I see them?” His face dropped and immediately went red, just now realizing how suggestive he sounded. Why did I just say that?

Yeah, he wanted to see more of you, but he didn’t want to scare you off. He was internally freaking out, worried that he ruined his chances at being more just “colleagues” with you. He wished he hadn’t given you his sunglasses before, so you couldn’t see the embarrassment in his eyes.

Noticing his cockiness slipping away, you just giggled. Of course, you’d let him see the rest of your tattoos one day. The ones no one else has ever seen. But you also had standards, and your feelings for Mase went beyond the physical. You didn’t want to rush into anything and jeopardize that.

“How about we start off with you taking me out on a date, Mount?” You asked, sliding off his sunglasses you had on to look him in the eyes.

His shoulders relaxed in relief. “Deal. What are you doing this Sunday?”

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So this is a different vibe than my first fic? Idk how I feel about it tbh, part of it’s loosely based on a real life experience I would’ve much rather wanted to have with Mase 😭 I’ll prob go back to soft fluffy fluff after this 🤷🏻‍♀️ Feedback, reblogs, and likes are so appreciated :)

#mason mount #mason mount blurb #mason mount fluff #mason concepts #mason mount fic #mason mount imagine #Molly’s Mase fics #Molly’s footy fics

[corriganatheart]

If I Should Stay / Jude Bellingham x reader pt 2

Requested: as requested from @evansxchalamet

Synopsis: After five months of losing one another, Jude and you finally reconcile and try to move on from the past.

Pairing: Jude Bellingham x fem!reader

Genre: 18+, heartbreaking but happy ending

Warning: mention of miscarriage

Groaning from the sound of his alarm, Jude tries to reach over his nightstand, only for his other arm to resist. He frowns, thinking he has once again slept in an uncomfortable position, but after hearing another soft groan, his eyes widen.

Instead of the new white sheets that he has become accustomed to, Jude’s eyes were met with your sleepy face and the strands of hair splattered on his arms. His eyes softened after remembering what had happened last night. It must’ve been five o clock when you guys finally went to sleep after whispering apologies to one another, wiping each other’s tears, and stating how much you missed one another. He didn’t even care that he only had one hour of sleep because you were in his arms again.

“Shit,” Jude mumbles after he hears the alarm goes off again. He reaches as far as he can without moving his head and can finally grab his phone. He had about one hour before practice but didn’t want to leave you, but the World Cup was coming up, and his teammates would kill him if he missed practice. He almost said fuck the World Cup, because your sleepy face was so calm, and it has been a while since he saw you relaxed; he can watch you all day. “Baby,” he whispers while moving the loose strands of hair out of your face. You mumble something that he can’t quite understand, but it is cute as hell. “I have to get up for practice. I’ll see you when I come back, ok?” He asked, even though he knew you probably weren’t listening. Jude smiles when you sheepishly nod without opening your eyes and pull the warm cover up more. He then kisses your forehead and quietly gets out of bed.

“Well, someone’s in a good mood,” Trent says while listening to Jude whistling to a song. It was now a rare sight to see Jude walk into the practice field all smiling and laughing. The last couple of months were filled with sad Jude, angry Jude, nontalkative Jude, and anything that no one was used to. “He must’ve finally gotten his balls sucked,” Marcus said, causing Trent to laugh. The duo then watched as Jude reached down his pocket to grab his phone, only for him to plaster the big smile that had been a rare sight. The duo's eyes soften after seeing the young player return to his old self again. “I guess they’re ok now,” Marcus says with a warm smile. Trent nod and clasp his hands together. “I was going to kill Jude if he lost that girl,” he said with a smile that had two different meanings. Marcus holds his gaze on Trent and nods knowingly before patting him on the back. “You did well holding your feelings, mate,” Marcus says.

The whole practice, Jude was all laughing and giggling with everything; it was a sight to behold. England’s National team was going to the World Cup, and Jude was excited to play. He was more excited to invite you to Qatar because that would be the first trip you guys had since the incident. It would allow him to see new places with you while doing something he loves. “Yo, Brazil is voted as number one to most likely win the World Cup,” Harry says, causing Jude to lose his smile. He frowns, thinking about the high chances of Neymar winning the World Cup while you were there. When he met you, you were a massive fan of PSG, and over time, you became a fan of Dortmund, but you were still a Neymar girl. Jude huffs at the thought of you cheering for Brazil. Although he knew you wouldn’t do that, it still makes him jealous. “Chill, dude, no one is taking Bellingham’s girl,” Trent nudges his elbow. Jude rolls his eyes and passes the ball to his teammate, who has been on his case this morning about you. “When are we seeing Y/N again?” Trent asks with a knowing grin. Jude shrugged, but the smile returned to him at the thought of you. “Hope to see her at the World Cup; we do miss her cheerleading skills,” Trent said, and Jude glared at him after seeing the flustered look on Trent’s face. It was no surprise that some of his teammates were attracted to you despite you being his girlfriend, but he knew they would never try anything with you. With that being said, many of his opponents had asked for your numbers several times when you used to watch their games, and sometimes it makes Jude insecure because some of them were much more famous or mature than him, but he can tell you never cared for that. “You trying to score the opening goal?” Trent asked him. Jude smiles, knowing the answer to that and who the dedication will go to.

You scroll through your Instagram feed to see contents you have missed out on. It was mainly about soccer since most of the people you follow are Jude’s teammates and their significant others. Many of Jude’s England National Football teammates post about their excitement for the World Cup, and you smile warmly, thinking about Jude’s achievements. You still remember when he would constantly say that he wanted to play for the World Cup before he turned 21, and here he was, being one of the youngest players to go to the World Cup. After nearly hearting all the posts, you return to your profile which still has the private lock. You used to be public about your life, but after the numerous spam comments, Jude asked you to turn your Instagram private and only allow family and friends to see your post. It was a good call because many people were spamming his account with hate comments after the dating rumors between him and the Instagram model.

You were in the middle of making some sandwiches when you heard the door slam. You didn’t have to turn around to know that Jude was coming to you. Your back was turned against him when he came up and kissed your cheek. The smell of soap combined with cologne was still fresh, meaning he must have showered at the stadium. You continue making sandwiches when he kisses your exposed neck and shoulders. It has been a while since you guys were this close to one another, and it felt good. You can tell that Jude felt the same way because his hands were wrapped around your waist while he inhaled your scent and tried to kiss as much of your exposed skin as possible. It was comforting to know that even after the distance between you two for the past months, he still cared and still cherished you as before. “I want you to go to Qatar with me,” he said while placing his head on your right shoulder. “Isn’t there a policy about players and guests staying at the same hotel?” You asked. Jude hummed and shrugged, “fuck the policy. If they don’t let you stay with me, I’ll just book the nearest hotel,” he said. “I don’t know, Jude, Qatar’s culture doesn’t really allow unmarried people to stay in the same room,” you said and turned to look at him. Your back was against the counter now, and Jude had you trapped between his arms. He stared down at you like you would disappear if he blinked. “Qatar’s culture can never separate you from me. You’re my woman, and I am your man,” he says and leans in to kiss you, but you stop him by placing your hand on his chest. Jude looks frustrated by that, but he waits for your next move. "I don't know, Jude," you smiled innocently, and he knew you would say something that would probably make him mad. "My favorite player is going to be there; I wouldn't want him to think I am taken," you tease. Jude rolls his eyes and lifts your chin up so you wouldn't be able to look away. "Everyone knows you are my woman, and I won't hesitate to beat any players if that means they back the fuck up. You know I will," he said with a smirk reminding you of his past altercation with other soccer players. You smile and finally let go of the hand on his chest, and you stand on your toes now while Jude places his hands on your hips. You wrap your arms around his neck, causing Jude to smile; you always did that before you kissed him. "It will always be you, Jude, no one else but you," you whisper before finally locking your lips with his.

Jude swears he was going to fight his coach when they told him he would have to board England's private plane instead of going with you. It was already enough that his teammates teased him during practice, but now he had to be stuck with them on the plane and them constantly teasing him about the hickeys on his neck. Trent went on and on about how he thought you were an innocent girl, and it got to the point where Marcus had to shut him up because it was getting a little too inappropriate. Jude doesn't mind the teasing, but sometimes he finds it a little annoying when Trent takes it too far, and by now, everyone knows why. "Remember, Jude, you are still young. We don't need little Bellingham's running around the field yet!" Trent yelled down the hallway causing Marcus to glare at him while Jude shook his head. It was kind of ironic because Jude actually wouldn't mind little Bellingham’s running around the house. It might be the fact that you were pregnant and almost had his child. If it was someone else, he probably would have a different reaction. Jude sighs and slumps himself down the bed, thinking about the baby again. Although you guys had promised to move on, he still can't stop thinking about the future. The miscarriage was so traumatizing that you might not want to have kids with him again. He even noticed your panicky face when you guys had sex a couple of days ago. He had worn a condom as promised, but you still looked unsure about him cumming inside. The thought of you not enjoying sex with him because of the incident isn't something he wants because he would do anything to make sure you are equally pleased. Jude sighs and looks at the time on his phone; you still have two hours before your flight lands, giving him plenty of time to fix himself up.

Jude expected you to look beautiful and perfect, but his eyes nearly popped out when he saw you walk out of the bathroom. You were wearing a champagne satin midi dress, your hair was in loose curls, and everything matched perfectly. When he picked you up from the airport this evening, you looked cute with black sweats and an oversize black hoodie. You also looked exhausted, so he offered that you guys stay in instead of going out to the group dinner, but you suggested going since the other player's girlfriends will also join. But when you told him that you’d try to look exceptional, he thought you were going with something simple, but he didn’t expect you to go all out. He wasn’t complaining; you looked perfect. So perfect that he wanted to keep you in the hotel room, just so the others couldn’t see you with that dress on.

“Jude, is there a problem?” You asked while fixing your hair to reveal your collarbone. Jude didn’t know what to do, and his pants were getting a little too tight. “Jude?” You asked again, and your voice was a little more concerned now…the sound of insecurity.

Jude inhales his breath and shakes his head after seeing your face. He was so caught up in unholy thoughts that he forgot how much this night meant to you. It was the first night since the accident that you’ll be out, and you’re most likely nervous about people’s reaction and question you about your whereabouts. He also recognizes a bit of insecurity when you fidget with the dress and try to suck in your breath to hide a little bit of tummy that you’ve gained. Jude looks at you with adoration as he walks up to you and tuck a strand of hair behind your ears. “You’re so beautiful I can’t believe how lucky I am,” he said and kissed the top of your head. You felt your nerves calm down from his words and lean into his warm arms. Everything will be ok; Jude is by your side and will never leave.

It took a while, but some fans from England spotted Jude and asked for his autographs and photos, which caused more people to approach, but it was ok; you watched from afar and even took pictures with them. Most of his fans are supportive of the relationship, though, in the beginning, they were skeptical because you guys were so young; as time passed, they realized how important you were to Jude, and they accepted you. “My girlfriend is waiting for me; I’m hungry sorry, guys,” Jude said and waved bye to his fans before he walked over to you. “Sorry, babe,” he apologized and intertwined his fingers with yours. You shook your head and smiled at him before following him into the restaurant.

Upon entering the restaurant, numerous eyes were on you guys, and the waiter recognized Jude and asked to follow him. He then kindly guided you guys to a private room far from the other guest, and upon opening the door, you could hear his teammate's loudness. “There they are! The Bellingham!” Kane shouted after spotting you guys. You smiled and wave at the his teammates who were surprised and delighted to see you. Jude guided you guys towards Marcus and sat down next to him. “Woah, it’s been so long,” Marcus said while leaning forward to speak to you since Jude was between you guys. “I know. Sorry, I didn’t mean to worry you guys,” you apologized. Marcus shook his head, “no, we are just glad you are back. It’s good to see Jude all smiley again,” he wiggled his eyebrows, causing you to look away shyly.

“Hey,” you look across from you to see Trent leaning on his right hand, staring at you. “Hi, Trent,” you smiled. Trent smiles back and continues to stare at you. You always thought Trent was very friendly, and maybe it was because he is Jude's best friend, but after one of the other player’s girlfriends pointed out Trent’s interest in you, you distance yourself from him out of respect for Jude. “How have you been?” Trent asked, still staring at you like a hawk. “Fine.” You smiled and felt Jude’s hands stiffen a little. You squeeze his hands to assure him everything will be fine. “You’re watching our game tomorrow, right?” Trent asked. You didn���t get to respond because Jude interrupted you, “of course, she is. She’s my girlfriend,” he said; more like a warning. You chuckled at his possessiveness and leaned in to kiss him on his cheek. Jude turns to you and smiles, and gently strokes the side of your face. “Ugh,” you heard Foden say with a disgusted look. “You two are so in love it makes me sick.”

The dinner went better then you thought the team didn’t plaster you with questions, mainly because they were too focused on discussing tomorrow's game. Marcus and his girlfriend left early, giving the excuse that they wanted to sleep, but everyone knew what was going to do down. Foden continues to joke about your relationship with Jude and how disgusted he is about you guys being in love, but you know he meant that in a good way. Trent didn’t say much, but you caught him staring a couple of times before he averted his eyes. And by the time you guys left, the restaurant was starting to empty, everyone getting ready for the game tomorrow.

You wave at the representatives of England’s team when you finally make your way to your bench. You and some of the other players' girlfriends are sitting a couple of benches behind the coaches. It was nerve-wracking being among thousands of people, knowing there were cameras everywhere. Some people have recognized you as Jude Bellingham’s girlfriend and took some videos causing you to freak out, but after settling down in your seat, you calmed down. This is supposed to be about Jude and his team, no one else but them. You smile when you saw the team finally entering the field. Jude was the last one to exit, and man, did he look beautiful in England’s jersey. He smiled when he spotted you a couple of benches behind his coaches, and his eyes remained on you when you guys sang your national anthem.

England was doing well. And it happened so fast you almost fainted. The commentator shouted your boyfriend's name, and the crowd screamed his name. Jude has just scored a goal and it happened so fast your heart couldn’t take it. Your boyfriend has scored the opening goal for England, and the whole stadium was he was screaming his name. Jude was celebrating with his teammates before he turned to where you were standing and pointed at you. Your eyes widened, remembering the promise he made last night. “I’m going to score the opening goal and dedicate it to you. The person who has believed me since day one,” he said while you guys were cuddling. “And what if you don’t?” You asked, even though you know he probably will. Jude turns to his side and pulls your naked bodies together. “If it’s for you, I definitely will,” he said confidently.

You felt tears falling down your cheeks as your eyes remained on Jude’s. His eyes widened from seeing the tears, and he mouthed something; I love you. The camera must be on you because the crowd got louder, but your eyes remained on Jude. He didn’t break the eye contact until one of his teammates pulled him away.

“Jude, that was incredible!” You happily said and wrapped your arms around his waist. Jude smiles and pulls you into a hug, his hand softly stroking the back of your head as he whispers several thank you. “I was able to do this because of you, baby,” he whispers, and you feel a gentle kiss on top of your head. You blushed at the thought of him showing affection when there were still cameras around. “Alright, Ima go drown myself,” you heard Foden say behind you.

You looked at the crumpled photo in your hand. The sight of it doesn’t make you sad anymore but makes you more brave and more determined, never to let that happen again. You know you and Jude still has a long way to go until your the relationship can be perfect, and that was ok. Every relationship has its ups and down, and this was one of the worse cases, but even after five months of constantly ignoring each other, you guys pulled through because you love one another, and that was the reassurance you both needed.

“Baby?” You heard call from the inside. “I’m out here!” You said, and he slid open the door to the balcony. “Woah,” Jude says when he sees the night view. It was a perfect view of his hotel and the soccer studio. Qatar was also a beautiful city, especially at night. “What are you thinking?” He asked while leaning on the rail. You smiled and showed him the ultrasound photo. Jude’s eyes soften, and he goes behind you to loosely wrap his arm around your neck. “Thank you for being so strong,” Jude says, “I should’ve been there to comfort you, but I was scared you would hate me more. I couldn’t let that happen; I would lose my mind if you left me.” He said and you felt the sincerity in his voice. “Jude, I should be the one to apologize. I pushed you away and hid the truth from you. I’m so sorry,” you said. Jude didn’t say anything, instead he placed a gentle kiss on your head. “Wait a little longer, Y/N. Once this World Cup ends and I sign on to a big league, I will give you everything you desire. I will give you the life you have always wanted, and you won’t have to worry about anything anymore, baby. Just wait, and I’ll give you everything you desire.” You smiled warmly at that, but Jude didn’t understand that you had everything already. “Jude,” you said. “Yes, baby?” He responds immediately. “I already have everything.”

Bonus

“Omg, there he is!” You happily jump from the couch. Jude frowns, watching you fan girl over Neymar through the tv screen. He was glad you didn’t request to see the game in person because people would definitely roast him. “He’s not that good looking,” Jude says with a scowl on his face. You rolled your eyes at him and peck his lips. “Don’t get your panty in a twist, babe; I like him because he is a good player,” you winked. Jude rolls his eyes and ruffle your hair. “He’s lucky he didn’t have to play me because I would’ve made sure his fake injuries were real injuries,” he said. You glared at him, causing him to avert his eyes. “Don’t be jealous! You’re much hotter, and you know that,” you exclaimed, causing Jude to smile. “I know baby, and Neymar wishes he can steal you away from me. You’re mine and only mine.”

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GET'CHA HEAD IN THE GAME

˚✧₊ ( 🏀 📕 ) sim jake - an imagine

genre/cw: jake x fem!reader, angsty, fluffy, basketball player x nerd(?), kissing, forbidden love(ish)

word count: 3052

synopsis: jake sim is the captain of the basketbal team, but he needs some help with his grades. he decides to ask a random girl at a party, who's reading a book, to be his tutor. they start to fall for each other, but what happens when their friends want them to stick to the status quo?

—> mega inspired by high school musical 1 (jake as troy and y/n as gabriella!)

cameos: yeonjun (txt), beomgyu, (txt), and taehyun (txt)

a/n: i thought of this idea at like 1am. and it's a bit rushed but whatever. enjoy!

now playing... start of something new - hsm

i walk into the house party, with the slight smell of alcohol filling my nose. i find the first empty spot on a secluded couch and start reading.

parties were never really my thing. but my mom forced me to go, since i never go out. she thought it would be nice for me to get to know the people in the neighborhood more, since i just moved here.

music blares into my ear drums as i read.

"really? you're reading at a party like this?" i am interrupted.

"well i guess," i say still keeping my eyes on the book.

i feel the couch dip on my rightside and i turn to see a cute guy sitting next to me.

"i'm jake," he puts his hand right in front of the page to shake it.

i sigh and close the book as he leaves me no choice, "y/n."

"i don't think i've seen you around? are you new?"

"yeah i just moved here a week ago."

"ohh cool cool. so you're into that learning and reading stuff right?"

"uh yeah i guess. my grades are good soo."

"great, 'cause i actually need a tutor.. i'm the captain of the basketball team and i won't be able to continue if my grades keep going down. could you help me?"

of course he chooses a party to pick out the one girl who's reading a book to be his tutor.

"um sure? i guess? that would look good on my resumes."

"great! so i'll see you around? what's your num-"

"yo jake!" a shout from across the room is heard, "c'mere!"

"sorry gotta go! i'll see you in school though right?"

"yeah! uh-" and he's gone. just like that.

i guess i tutor now?

well, tomorrow's my first day anyway.

march 27, 2021 was my first day on junior year in a completely different school. everything was different. i was in a different country, city, timezone, and environment.

my first day went by smoothly. i got to know the school a lot and observed the cliques and groups. no one really noticed me, which didn't bother me at all. i liked being invisible sometimes. i have no worries and no drama.

i sit myself down at a table in the cafeteria and start eating, yet again, opening up my book.

i them feel a sort of presence by my side. i look up and low and behold, jake sim.

from what i've heard, jake sim is the captain of the basketball team, and the son of the coach. pretty much the most popular guy in school, and probably the most good-looking. his number is 16.

"hey," he says sitting down, "whatcha reading?"

"normal people by sally rooney. it's my favourite."

"oh cool cool. um so listen, we could have our first tutor session at free period today? in the library?"

i close my book and look at him, finally getting a good look at his face. he's cute.

"uh sure. i wasn't expecting it to be today but yeah, i'll meet you in the library at free period."

"okay great! oh and could i get your number so just in case something happens?"

"sure!" we exchange numbers and he walks away, going back to his friends, and i go back to my book.

my math class was good too. i was busy copying down notes and equations my teacher was writing down. but i noticed a mistake.

"shouldn't it be x=7? and not x=1?" it appears i sid it out loud a little to loudly.

"i'm sorry? did you have something to say y/n?" my teacher asks.

"uh shouldn't it be x=7?" i ask once again.

"that would be quite literally impossible-" she checks on her calculator, "i stand corrected!"

after class, a girl approaches me.

"hey would you like the join the scholastics decathlon? we have a championship coming up and you would be perfect for our team! i'm minji by the way!"

"oh um sure! i've been trying to get involved a little more and doing things out of my box, so why not?"

"great!"

i am now committed to being a tutor and a scholastic decathlon member. i wonder what's next?

the day zooms by and now it's free period.

i grab my books and head off to the library, where i sit and wait for jake to arrive.

i wait and wait for him. where is he? it's been almost half an hour since we were supposed to start and i'm growing impatient.

i start packing up my things, thinking i've been punked and stood up and that he won't show up. but before i can, a boy comes running down the library and in front of me.

"i'm- sorry i'm- late i- had to avoid- sunghoon 'cause he wanted- to play ball," obviously out of breath jake explains himsef as he sits down.

"well let's get started!" i hurriedly get straight into it, not wanting to waste time.

"and don't forget that x is the variable not just a random letter."

"woah it makes soo much more sense now!"

i finish the lesson up smoothly after about an hour.

"thank you so much! i really appreciate this! tomorrow again?"

"yeah sure! and i can check your homework answers then!"

we close our books and grab our things, leaving the library.

its been about two weeks since i've been tutoring jake. and he's made a lot of progress. we've aso been getting a lot closer. we're friends now.

i ended up telling minji about it and she gave me mixed feelings. she told me that the scholastic decathlon is in two weeks and i need to focus on it, and not on jake. i didn't know how to respond, i just nodded and walked away.

(jake's pov)

i have another tutor session today with y/n. and its been heping a lot. i got an a in my math class, and a b in english.

we're also a lot closer than before. we've even hung out outside of school and tutoring. like to a coffee shop or something. i'm starting to really like her i think. i mean she's pretty, smart, kind, and soo helpful. i don't know if she feels the same though.

i leave for the library. and as i open the door, sunghoon steps in front of me.

"so you've been ditching playing ball during free period to go to the library? really? basketball during free period is our thing."

"i'm sorry. it's just if i keep my bad grades, i won't be able to play basketball. so i need to study-"

"jake!" y/n waves to me and sunghoon turns to see who it is. i return the wave and continue the conversation with sunghoon.

"who's that? isn't that the new girl?"

"oh uh yeah. she's been tutoring me- and it's really helping."

"you've been ditching me to study with her?"

"uh yeah i guess. she's really smart and helpful and i think i'm starting to like her."

"look- i gotta go, but all i have to say is to stick to basketball. don't go dating a nerd and start being all book wormy. and don't forget the championship game is in two weeks."

as he walks away, i'm left speechless.

stick to basketball? i'm just trying to get my grades up, right? or is he right? am i just using these sessions to get closer to y/n?

i shake my head, shoo away those thoughts, and make my way to y/n.

(y/n's pov)

i see jake finish his conversation and make his way to me.

"look! i brought snacks this time!"

"oh cool."

"you seem down, is something up?" i notice his slouchy posture and low voice.

"no it's nothing."

"you sure? you know you can tell me anything right?"

"yeah i just really don't wanna talk about it right now."

"oh that's okay. hmm i think i have something that can cheer you up! come with me!" i grab his wrist and run to the school gym.

when i grab his wrist, electricity shoots through me. i really like him. i can't explain it. the way his hair flows, his honey-like smile, and the way he csn make me laugh no matter what. i'm in love.

"the gym?"

"yeah! we're gonna play some basketball!" i grab a ball from the rack.

"really? you know how to play?" he walks to me.

"well- no. not exactly." i shoot the ball, but it completely air balls and misses the basket.

"i'll teach you."

jake walks closer to me and shows how to position myself to shoot.

"bend your knees and elbows and jump. don't forget to follow through with your other hand."

i follow his steps and attempt to shoot, but again it completely misses. laughing it off, i grab the ball to try again.

"here- could i touch you?" he gestures to my elbow and hands.

i keep my eyes on the ball, not daring to look him in the eye. it's too dangerous.

"this like this," he moves my elbow more, so it's bent. "andd your hand over here," he places my hand on the side of the ball.

my heart is racing. he's never been this close.

"and shoot!" i throw the ball and it actually makes it into the net. swish!

"ah! i did it! it went in!" i gasp turning to jake jumping into the air.

the surprised look on his face is so cute.

"look at us! we help each other!" i say and peck him on the cheek.

i turn around to shoot again. but i feel a hand on my wrist.

jake grabs my wrist and turns me back to him. i'm struck and can't move. he comes closer to me. even closer than before. i drop the ball as he closes the space and puts his lips on mine.

we're kissing. i didn't know he felt this way too.

the kiss is slowly and lovely. but he pulls apart to breath.

i stare into his eyes.

"y/n i really like you. like really really like you. you're all i think about."

i'm speechless at the sudden confession. but i'm glad to hear how he feels.

"and you might not-"

"i really like you too!" i interrupt him. his eyes instantly light up. and he starts to smile.

"really?"

"yes. i've been waiting for you to make a move."

"well i'm making it now. will you be my girlfriend?"

"yes."

a week had gone by of me and jake dating. i can't believe it's real. we're together. like for real.

i've never been happier.

(sunghoon's pov)

i walk over to mingi, y/n's best friend to come up with a plan.

"look i have a plan, and i hope it works."

we wait for jake in the locker room before practice. we created a presentation for him.

he walks in and we start.

"choi yeonjun! class of '99 captain, championship mvp, and legend! also known as ace!" i start off.

"choi beomgyu! class of '01 captain and championship mvp! also known as baller beom!" jay continues.

"kang taehyun! class of '02 captain and championship mvp! also known as lightning!" heeseung adds.

"no one of which were involved in books and studying. they won these games because they kept their eyes on the prize and didn't get distracted with books days before the championship game."

"get your head in the game!"

"look guys if you don't think i'll give it my 110% into this game, then you don't know me," we start setting up the camera.

"but we just thought-"

"no here's what i thought. i thought we were a team, i thought we were friends. we lose and win together."

"but then the girl and the studying."

"dude i'm for the team! i've always been for the team!"

(y/n's pov)

i am sat down by minji.

"in a world full of poverty and inequality, a game of basketball plays. though it's entertaining and fun, it provides nothing for this world! thats is the world of jake sim. rather than genorousity and change, he has slam dunks and fouls! unlike oprah winfrey and eleanor roosevelt. that is the inevitable world of jake sim."

"um i have a tutor session soon. i should really go."

"y/n! pay attention."

"dude i'm for the team! i've always been for the team!" the screen plays. i turn to the screen which shows jake.

"and the girl is just someone i met! alright? and the studying is nothing, it means nothing to me! it's probably just a way to ease my nerves and distract me! i don't know. but you're my guys and my team. y/n means nothing to me! i'll forget about her and the studying! are you happy now?"

suddenly it feels as if my heart has been shattered and stomped on like glass.

this is how jake really feels. it all meant nothing.

"this is the real world of jake sim."

tears starts filling up into my eyes. as they flow i realize how jake just used me for grades.

i walk out of the room not wanting to be there any longer.

a few minutes later i reach my locker to grab mu things and leave.

"hey! what's up?" jake comes up beside me but i ignore. "there's something i wanna talk about with you."

"yeah about how i meant nothing to you and that i'm just some girl you met? and how you can just forget about me?"

"y/n-"

"i really liked you jake. how could you?" i walk away as tears form in my eyes once again.

"y/n?"

the doorbell is heard and my mom answers the door. i walk halfway down the stairs.

"hi mrs. y/l/n, i'm jake."

"ohh so you're jake," i gesture to my mom to not let him in or tell him i'm here.

"is y/n here?"

"oh um sorry she isn't here right now."

"oh. that's okay, thanks though," he walks away and i go back upstairs.

the next few days go by and now the scholastic decathlon is in two days.

i've been doing everything in my power to avoid jake. in the cafeteria i sit at a different table. and i turn the other way if i see him, completely disregarding him.

minji could clearly see how hurt i was, i couldn't even focus on studying or reading. i just spaced out, and ignored everyone.

jake has tried to talk to me multiple times, but seeing that i wasn't going to talk to him, he stopped trying.

"y/n! the decathlon is in two days! pay attention!"

"i'm sorry it's just- my mind is in a different place."

"look y/n. i have something to tell you," minji sits.

"we knew sunghoon could make jake say things like that. we planned it all. we thought what jake would say would keep your mind focused on the decathlon. but it seems to have done the opposite."

"you planned it all?"

"yes. sunghoon made jake say those things."

"no one made jake say anything. be said those things himself."

(jake's pov)

what have i done? she completely ignores me and avoids me every chance she gets.

words can't explain how empty and bad i feel.

sunghoon see it too. i keep missing simple lay-ups or space out in the middle of practice. clearly not keeping my head in the game.

i don't know what to do.

"jake! pass the ball!"

"oh sorry-"

"dude the championship game is in two days."

"sorry man. my mind keeps getting distracted. i don't even know what i did."

"i know."

"what?"

"our team and the scholastic decathlon team made a plan to keep your guys' heads focused. but it didn't work. i made you say those things in the locker room and we live streaming it onto minji's computer. y/n was watching and heard what you said. we thought it would help you not get distracted."

"you did what?" i run out of the gym, in a hurry to y/n's house. i wasn't planning on doing this today, but it's now or never.

(y/n's pov)

my phone rings.

jake &lt;3

i decide to pick it up this time.

"hello?"

"y/n. i'm sorry. i know you might not forgive me but please. i could never forget about you. you've been on my mind 24/7. i can't even focus during practice. my life without you is a misery. please come back."

"jake i don't know- you said i meant nothing."

"i know i did. and no excuse could make up for it. but just know that i love you. i love you so much. please."

"jake-"

"i got you something before you say anything else."

"jake what?"

"turn around."

i turn around to the window and there stands jake on my balcony. a surprised smile plays on my face. i walk over to open the door and hang up the phone.

"what're you doing here?"

"i got you this," he hands me a book.

"no way. you did not. A SIGNED COPY?! oh my god! thank you!!" i impulsively pull him into a hug, not thinking. "oh sorry," i awkwardly laugh.

"no no it's okay. i liked it, " he smiles.

"look y/n. i'm so sorry. words couldn't describe it so i thought i could give you this instead. open the pages."

i open the book. "oh. my. god. jake." i'm in awe.

"you annotated it? thats so sweet! thank you! yes i forgive you."

"yes!" he jumps up and down cutely in celebration. "thankyou thankyou thankyou! look i even wrote down a playlist for you in the book, so you can listen while you read or just whenever! anddd just in case you didn't dorgive me now, i wrote down an extra apology on the last page!"

i laugh at his rapid words.

"and i-" i steal his lips for a second to kiss him. and he's left speechless.

"i-" he pulls me in another time to put his lips on mine. and we pull away.

"i love you y/n."

"i love you too jake."

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