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Substitute Queen (Happy Birthday Queen Walton!)

This is a special edition of Fast Forward for my friend @queenwalton as she enjoys this series I've created a lot and it is her birthday! (Well a day early!)

I'm pretty sure you have been following along with me since I started writing on the fandom a little over a year ago. Thank you for your friendship and support. I hear from you after every chapter I post and I love it. Also thank you for being my trustworthy reader of infinite snippets. I hope you have an absolutely wonderful birthday my friend. 🥰🥰🥰🥰❤❤❤

A/N:  Thanks @dcbbw​ for bouncing some ideas around with me, and giving me a few to make this birthday fic even better.  Thank you girl.  

Summary:  Riley and Liam go on their first vacation alone since the events of Ellie’s kidnapping.  Maxwell and Taylor take care of all the children.  Maxwell throws a “Baby” Beaumont Bash.

Original Post Date: 03/24/21 at 11:55AM EST

The Book:  TRH and Beyond

Pairing: Liam x Riley  / Maxwell x Taylor 

Warnings:  None other than hilarious fluff

Word Count: 2425

Song inspiration for this chapter: Baby Shark (Trap Music Remix) 

I don’t own rights to this hilarious music.  

Liam saw Riley standing  in the study with her back turned to him.  The King of Cordonia shifted seamlessly into stealth mode as he crept silently into the study, surprising his Queen by pouncing on her like a lion, grabbing her and slipping his arms around her waist, and sensually planting a soft kiss to the sensitive skin on her neck.  He gently rubbed himself against her.  

“Take a break for a little while my love.”

He felt her body tense up.

“EEEWWWWW GROSS!!! NOT YOUR WIFE!!!  OOOOH GOD!!!!!!! NOT YOUR WIFE!!! PUT THAT THING AWAY!!!!!!  YOU HAVE FOUR KIDS!?!?!?!?!?  AREN’T YOU GUYS TIRED OF DOING THAT?!?!?!?!??!?!?!?”

Liam quickly recoiled from her.   Liam looked genuinely horrified when she turned to face him.

“I’m so sorry Taylor.  From behind, I swear I couldn’t…I mean I didn’t…..”  

“Bleh!!!! Don’t finish that sentence!!!!!!

Riley walked in the room seeing Taylor and Liam visibly uncomfortable.

“What did I miss?”  

“I need a bath!!!  Your husband thought I was you.  Apparently we look the same from behind.”  

Riley glanced at Taylor.  “I mean…. He’s really not completely wrong Tay.  Now that you had the twins, we really do.”  

Taylor scowled.  

“And that right there is why no one will mistake us for each other from the front.  Your scowl face.”

“Well this is a sufficiently awkward conversation, so I’m going to go, especially after I’ve completely embarrassed myself. Riley when you’re finished, please come by my study.”  Liam still had a flush on his cheeks and ears.

“For real, put that thing away Liam, it’s barely lunch time.”  Taylor grumbled.

“I will be there.”  She winked at him.  

Liam’s smile returned.  

“Can one of you keep it in your pants please?  You two are like horny teenagers.”  

“I’m okay with that.”  They both said in unison smiling at each other.  Liam left the room.

“Are you going away for your wedding anniversary?”

“We probably should, but we have our date nights, and we can always sneak some time alone now that the kids are a little older, now that everyone is potty trained and not on the boob anymore.  God I missed my boobs being mine, and now that they are again, of course they look like a dumpster fire after breastfeeding four kids.”  

“Well that’s one hell of a bra then.”

“Who are you telling? They would be dragging the floor otherwise.”

Taylor laughed.  

“Please don’t do that visual to our body.”

“It is our body right?”  

Riley and Taylor giggled.  

“You two should go away alone.  You two never get adult time… And I don’t mean just for that.  You two apparently get more than enough adult time for that.” 

“Tay, it’s just that we haven’t really been away from the kids.  Anywhere we go, we travel as a family.  I feel safer that way, so does Liam.”  

“Because of me right?”  

“Tay….”

“It is.  The last time you two tried to go on vacation was when I took Ellie, and you haven’t been apart from them a day since.  It’s my fault you two are afraid to be away from your children."

“Taylor, Liam and I have forgiven you for that, a long time ago.  We know that you’re not the same person you once were.”

“Prove it, you two take a trip, and it’s a trip you two desperately deserve. I promise the palace will be still standing when you get back.”

Taylor smiled at Riley.

“Please let me do this for the two of you. It’s been one thing after another, and you guys deserve a vacation. Let me and Max take care of the kids.”

“Tay… you do realize that would be your two barely crawling plus my four.  You two would be taking care of six children.”  

“And your kids are pretty self sufficient.  They can feed themselves.”  

“You’ll need some reinforcements, Tay. For real.  I��ll call Drake and Hana to help.”  

“I really think Max and I can handle it.”

“Tay…”  

“Riley, we got this.”

*^*^*^*^* Taylor and Maxwell *^*^*^*^*

“You volunteered us for WHAT?!?!?!?!?”

“Oh come on Max, they’re just kids.”

“Yeah, and we’ve been lucky to keep the two of ours alive so far.  We’re going to be outnumbered Softie. There’s going to be six of them and two of us. You have put them at an unfair advantage.”  

Taylor laughed.

“This is not a war Maxwell.”

“Oh, it’s definitely a war.”

A week later,  Riley and Liam were preparing to leave for their first vacation alone, since they had children.  

Riley kissed and hugged each child.

“Now you kids behave for Auntie Taylor and Uncle Maxwell.  I’m counting on you Miss Crown Princess for a report when I return. You know you’re first in command Ellie.”

Ellie stood up straight and squared her shoulders.  “I promise Daddy, we’ll all be good.”

Ellie gave a little salute.

Liam gave one back.

“As you were, my princess.”

Riley, still kneeling, smoothed down Liberty’s little curls.  Her little lip was already trembling.  

“Mommy loves you baby.”  She kissed her little cheeks.  

“Are you ready to leave My Love?”  

Riley stood up nodding.   Liam reached out her hand for hers.  

They started to walk towards the SUV.  

“Mama.”  

Liam felt Riley stop.  

“It’s okay My Love we can do this.”  

Riley’s eyes were quickly filling with tears.

Riley resumed her stride.

“Dada?”

The little inflection of a question in Liberty’s voice made Liam stop dead in his tracks. His grip tightening on Riley’s hand.  Liam took a deep shaky breath.

"Don't look back Liam, you know we won't leave if we do."

Bastien and Nico could see how the King and Queen were struggling to leave their children.

“Your Majesties, come this way.”  Bastien called out to them gently.

Both the King and Queen were in tears hearing their youngest burst into tears at the sight of them leaving, as they climbed into  the black SUV.

“It’s okay.  They’ll be fine Riley. They have reinforcements.”

“Taylor wouldn’t let me call Drake or Hana.”  

Liam hit a button on his phone. He put the phone on speaker.

“What’s your location?”  

“Already inside the palace.”  

“Olivia?”  

“And you fully understand the plan?”

“Let your tiny humans drive Taylor and Maxwell insane?”

“NO!!!!”

“I know the plan Liam! Not be seen and keep a watch on them, and only appear if they need help with the children. “

“Yes. Thank you Liv.”  

“I do this because we’re friends Riley.”  

“Liberty has a set of lungs on her, she hasn’t stopped crying since you two left.  I’m sure she’ll be fine.”  

“Thank you Liv.”  

“They’ll be fine, i’ll be watching. Enjoy your vacation already.”  

“Where are we headed? Since you wouldn’t disclose a location to me, I literally packed for everything including plagues and fire rain.”  

“For some fun in the sun on our own private beach.”

“Good thing I packed a bathing suit.”  

“You won’t be needing it.”  

Riley smacked Liam’s arm as he waggled his eyebrows at her.

*^*^*^*^*^* Meanwhile back at the Palace *^*^*^*^*^*^*^*

“C’mon Libby it’s okay.   Mommy and Daddy will be back.”  

Taylor picked her up, rocking her in her arms.  

“Shhhhhh… it’s okay Libby.   Auntie Taylor is here, so is Uncle Max.”

Libby’s cries subsided a little but not significantly.

“Can I try?”  Ellie asked.

Ellie crossed her eyes and made a funny face at Libby causing her to break out into a fit of giggles.  

“We’re evening out the odds.  Three on three, I like those odds better Taylor.  We might actually survive this. They will listen to one of their own.  Ellie is like our super agent spy.”

By the end of day one both Taylor and Maxwell were exhausted, tending to and chasing around six children.  At least their two were relatively easy to catch, as they were barely mobile.

“Why did I think the children being self-sufficient was going to be a good thing?  I’ve never been this tired in my life.”  

“Is this what we have to look forward to when they’re older?”  

"Seems like it."

^*^*^*^* Liam and Riley *^*^*^*

“My Love?”  

“Yes Dear?”  

“You don’t have to cut up my food for me.”  

Riley had absentmindedly cut up Liam’s chicken into very small child bite size pieces. She had also ruffled his hair and kissed his forehead.

“Oh!  I didn’t even realize.”

Liam smiled at her, running his fingers through his hair.  “We’ve been parents for so long, it’s been a long time since you and I have been truly alone.”  

“You know what I want to do after dinner?” Riley inquired.

Liam raised his eyebrow with an intrigued smirk.  

“I think I might have an idea of exactly what you want to do.”  

Liam and Riley went to sleep after dinner.  Both stretched out in the bed.  Both had covers, and no kids arms, legs, feet, or hair  in their face.

Every night was like that Liam and Riley got the most sleep they had, had in years…. Well after other adult activities. Liam had even turned off his alarm living in the moment with Riley.

*^*^* Baby Beaumont Bash *^*^*^*

Taylor was feeding the girls when she heard loud thumping music. Taylor could hear jingling. Taylor glanced up, seeing the chandelier above her head was thumping to the beat of the music. Thank goodness the twins were used to Maxwell's antics, and Lily and Violet were sleeping right through it. She put Violet back in the crib and walked down the hall. The closer she got to the east wing ballroom the music got louder.

Taylor pulled the doors open to the ballroom, smoke bubbled down the hall.

There were multi colored blinking lights, a disco ball spinning from the ceiling and a snack table full of candy, sweets and soda.

Maxwell had a DJ station set up  playing a song on an endless loop, bobbing his head to the music with his headphones on.

And Riley's kids hopped up on kiddie cocaine (aka sugar) dancing and flailing around in what Taylor could only think to describe as a kiddie rave.

"Is that….. a trap remix of baby shark?"

"Heck yeah it is."

And the kids were loving it.

Maxwell let the music keep playing and he had a bottle of champagne in one hand calling Ellie and Adam over to him. He had a sword in his right.

"Adam you hold the bottle."

"You are not giving them champagne Maxwell! They're children!"

"I'm shocked at you Softie. What kind of Uncle do you think I am? It's just sparkling apple cider. Okay Ellie, you get the sword because you're the oldest. And what you want to do is slice just like I'm showing you. Oh, and don't kill your brother, that would be bad."

"I don't think Daddy would let us do this Uncle Maxwell." Ellie said wearily.

"Heck no he wouldn't.  Well not with Maxwell teaching you. If anyone is going to teach the crown princess to slice anything while someone else is holding it, it's going to be me."

Olivia appeared walking out of the shadows of an alcove.

"Have you been here the whole week?"

"Of course! You know Liam and Riley. And these kids are never going to fall asleep, if we don't have them dance the sugar out."

"I've got just the thing.”

 Max cranked up the music.

*^*^*^*^* Liam and Riley *^*^*^*^*

"Liam I miss them."

"We'll be home to see them by noon tomorrow."

"Liam I know you miss them too, log into Crown Cam, so we can see them."

Riley sat next to Liam as he logged into Crown Cam.

As they went to each room they noticed none of the children were in their beds.

"It's past their bedtime."

"Did you really think Max and Taylor would get all kids to bed on time?"

"No but…."

They clicked on each room, until they got to the ballroom on the east wing.

Both gasped at the scene. Liam clicked the button enabling the cameras to pick up sound in the room.

Both looked at each other, seeing their kids wildly dancing and flailing about. Libby was excitedly jumping up and down with a glow stick while Olivia sang on stage.

"Is Olivia really singing and rapping to Let It Go?!?"

Olivia's Rap

Liam nodded, watching the scene for a few more moments before slowly closing his laptop.

"I'm sure there is a perfectly good explanation for all of this."

*^*^*^*^*^* kiddie rave *^*^*^*^*

Taylor danced with the kids while Max continued at his DJ station.

"Olivia can flow, can you believe it Max?!?"

"OLIVIA!!!!! LANGUAGE!!!!!!! THEY'RE CHILDREN!!!!" Maxwell screamed.

"Are you serious with me right now?!? Language?"

Olivia rolled her eyes in complete annoyance.

"Of all the things you've done, LANGUAGE is your hard stop? You gave the crown princess a SWORD to slice a bottle out of her younger brother's hands, and instructed her not to kill him. That's entirely okay, but CURSING is where you draw the line in the sand? Seriously Maxwell?"

Both Taylor and Olivia glared at Maxwell for a few moments in confusion.

"Liv keep going!!! We have to tire them out!!!"

Olivia resumed her rap battle….with herself.

Within an hour it looked like a crime scene in the ballroom. Children were passed out everywhere.  

Taylor picked up a sleeping Ellie, Olivia, grabbed Adam, and Maxwell carried Jaiden and Liberty upstairs to their beds.  

"They need baths, their faces and hands are dirty with crumbs and sweets."

"We'll give them baths in the morning, before Liam and Riley get back." Maxwell was confident they could get it done.

They didn't. They all slept in instead.

When Liam and Riley arrived back at the palace, they didn't know what to expect.

They saw their kids, all lined up wearing yesterday's clothes, dirty faces, and wild chaotic hair, looking like they had their own kiddie walks of shame.  But each child had a huge smile on their face.

Liam walked up to Ellie.

"Your report my Crown Princess?"

"Daddy! I sliced a bottle top off a bottle while Adam held it."

"And I didn't die!" Adam screamed confidently.

"We had fun!" Jaiden exclaimed.

"Daddy did you know Auntie Liv is a gangsta rapper?" Ellie's voice sounded like she was in complete awe.

"Yes My Princess, we saw."

Olivia turned pale, then she knowingly nodded. "I should have known you two would access Crown Cam."

Riley turned to Maxwell.

"So you threw a Beaumont Bash…. for our children?"  Riley asked.

"Of course, gotta train them up right!! Little Blossom!"

"Sure, they're a little dirty, but at least the palace is still standing, what else would you expect from the Substitute Queen?" Taylor commented with a smirk.

Happy birthday! I hope you enjoyed this!

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10 Days Of Haikyuu (A Thread) [Part One]

So, i forgot to put these up here when i wrote them lol. I cut off the last five days because my mental health was awful at that time, so i’ll put them up now!

each of them are quite small, but they were daily uploads so most of them are 400 - 600 words.

ill put the first 5 up today, and the next 5 up tomorrow!

anyway,

Days 1 - 5!

Day 1

Favorite team? "Hm, interesting question if you ask me. I've got a few, I'm not sure if i can pinpoint just one! I'll go with Fukurodani this time around! See how well that goes."

~ 梟谷学園 / Fukurodani ~ "This team of mine."

Your pov This team is one of the best in the prefecture, one of the greatest groups of people to be involved with, one of the greatest prefectural team captains resides within us.

And they're all complete Fucking lunatics.

•

"Yamiji, sir." He turns to your questioning figure, "Ill be right back, okay?" His nod allows you to make your way over to the net's side, watching the practice of the almost inseparable boys.

Their quick attacks had improved drastically since the training camp. Though, much to your and the rest of the teams annoyance, Bokuto had taken the liberty of giving Karasuno something to use against us, and while little number ten has spunk and trust, he is dedicated to the game and if he can use that little trick to knock us back a tap at nationals, he will.

The clatter of spikes and receives coats the walls of the gym, one of the calmest things you've ever had the privilege of experiencing.

A symphony of first-year's frustrations, and the mastered abilities of the veteran players bouncing off the walls and slipping back into your ears, along with one of your earbuds.

Your eyes linger over another one of  Bokuto's self proclaimed 'team huddle sessions', of which you and Yamiji never took part in. It just didn't involve the two of you, plus, it gave more time for team bonds.

In your opinion, he was one of the greatest leaders the prefecture has ever seen, Bokuto that is. Though he was a crackhead, and had no emotional control when it came to himself, he had full reins on the moral of the team. Left, right, and centre.

Even then, Akaashi wouldn't admit it to himself, but he was just as good of a leader as Bokuto. He kept the team together in a different way, though he didn't have as firm of a grip on moral as Bokuto did, he still made them feel like they could trust one and other.

The fact that nobody had bailed on the cluelessness of the first years, or the mistakes of each other. Whether that be in practice games or tournaments, there was always this unspoken rule or brotherhood of sorts.

The combination of personalities turned the team into one unit that flowed as one, and that's the one thing we've got on Shiratorizawa.

One of the two wonders of the Saitama Prefecture, alongside Nekoma high:

Fukurodani Academy.

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Day 2

Favorite team captain? "Oh lord, I'm about to sound real basic for a minute.

I'm not sure what it is about Kuroo that gets me, it could be the obscene amount of times i've listened to Yato's series for him, or it could be my previous simp for Kenma. But that man is a snack and a half.

Anyway, take a oneshot! It falls somewhere between a smutshot and a fluffy oneshot. Ill let you be the judge of that."

~ 黒尾 鉄朗 / Kuroo Tetsuro ~ "A safe return"

Your pov "Hey there." You greet, propping your back against the aluminum surface of the lockers.

Kuroo's locker closes softly, the hinges giving a light creek at the shift. His unenthusiastic face perks up as he realizes who's greeting him.

"Jesus!" Your feet leave the ground, his grip cradling you as the two of you come full circle.

Odd greeting. But okay.

Upon your feet's return to stable ground, His hands grip your sides, placing is forehead atop yours "Fuck i missed you." He mutters, lips colliding with yours.

"Well." You giggle, still attached to the boy "That's one way to greet me" he rolls his eyes playfully at that.

"I wasn't expecting you back for another week." He pulls you close, as if you were his last lifeline and letting you loose would cause the world to end, evidently killing the both of you. "Fuck." He allows you to melt into him, taking in the sent of his uniform jacket, his volleyball jacket still draped over your shoulders.

"I came back early, mom's still out west and who knows where my dad is." You smile, planting another soft kiss upon the boy.

His hands slip under your jacket, or rather, the one you'd "borrowed" for the last month. His hands hugging your curves toward him.

Right. I should probably give this thing back to him.

You peer up at him, suggesting just that.

"You probably want your jacket back?" Though, he shakes his head at your comment.

"You keep it, Nekomata had an extra, told me it's mine now." His hands lace with yours, cradling your face with his free hand "I don't think you understand how much I missed you."

You let out a small giggle, calm eyes peering up at his.

"i think i understand just fine." You plaster a soft smile on your face, snaking your hands around his neck. Giggling at a recent thought, though the laugh was low and almost sadistic.

"Hell are you cackling about?" His hands are still tangled underneath the surface of your jacket.

"Oh nothing," you lace your hands back up behind his neck, a mildly submissive, moderately seductive whisper escaping the surface of your lips. "I've got the place to myself. I'll be quite lonely all by myself." You let out our another husky giggle. Finally, the boy catches your hints, trickling his hand down your spine as he mutters a response.

"Oh? Interesting statement." He grips your hips tightly, a low chuckle escaping his lips before planting another kiss upon your amused expression.

Though, in the mix of the moment, a familiar whistle was heard off to your left. Un-lacing your lips from the boy, you turn toward the sound, locking eyes with a very amused Yamamoto, following the rest of the team.

"Heya!" Your face goes a dark shade of crimson, finally greeting the boy that's caught your attention.

Oh Christ. I'm never gonna live this down.

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Day 3

Favorite uniform "Oh fuck. Interesting question- Hm, I'll go with Shiratorizawa. Their actual uniforms, not their volleyball uniforms.

They're very visually appealing. Probably because it's a private school, love that."

~ 白鳥沢学園 / Shiratorizawa ~ "Patience"

Your pov Your daily mail checks had become apparent, during your last month attending your prefecture's middle school, you'd applied to an obscene amount of high schools, only receiving one letter of exceptance, though not for the school you'd hoped on.

Though you'd still held on hope that you'd make the cut.

At least I've got something to fall back on if I don't get in.

Your hands click against the tabletop, your grandmother's ring clacking against the wooden face of the table. You'd been impatient as ever with the returning of application letters, but this one in particular gave you the jitters.

"You okay there Y/n?" Your mother greets, finally realizing why you're so anxious in the first place "you're supposed to get your application back today?" She asks

"Yep." You blurt, your headphones fitted into your ears as you tap to the tune.

"I'll leave you to your anxiety then." She giggles "don't stress too much. Aoba Johsai would be lucky to have you, don't over stress yourself." She states, pacing out of the room.

Right, at least I've got Aoba Johsai to fall back on if this falls through.

As the overachiever you are, you'd applied to schools inside, and outside of your sector. Figuring, 'hey, I'll be lucky to get anything'

Though, you were very pleasantly surprised by the blue enveloped expectance letter a few weeks prior, and so was the rest of your family.

You fettle with the jacket of your uniform, the tie resting solemn beneath the front edge of it. In your district, it was custom for the applicant to be uniformed when receiving any letters of application. Expectance or otherwise.

Knock knock knock.

As your thoughts are interrupted by hands clacking against the front door, though the sound was unfamiliar, you knew what, rather who it belonged to.

Perking up from your placement at the kitchen table, you make your way to the door, it's occupancies waiting on the other side.

Make or break Y/n, Make or break.

You grip the handle, forcing the door open softly, your face filled with hope.

"L/n, Y/n?" The man asks, an envelope cradled in his hands.

"Yes sir." You nod, the man handing you the envelope in the process, a light smile granted as you bow your head before him, thanking him for making his way to deliver your letter.

Upon shutting the door, you scramble to the table, the letter opener jingling in your hands.

"Mama!" You call, simultaneously calling for the rest of your family.

"Ooh!" Your mom stumbles down the stairs, following the remainder of your family "Its here!"

The table is surrounded by your household as you attempt the opening of the letter.

Slipping the small blade under the lip of the envelope, you slick it across the fold, the glue detaching itself from the surface.

You take a breath, plucking the letter out of the envelope and reading the words upon the page, your mother's impatience is imminent.

"Come on! What does it say!!" She huffs, queuing your sibling tapping her in the back of the head. "Well?" She perks again.

You then read the letter aloud. "We are pleased to inform you that your application to Shiratorizawa Academy has been-" you stop, an obscenely happy jitter covering your face "I got in." You mutter

"You what?!" your mother peers over the table with the same face.

"I fucking got in!" You cover your mouth, a smile glittering beneath it.

I fucking got in!

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Day 4

Favourite coach? "A reason to finally make a Karasuno Oneshot. This one will probably be all over the place because I don't write Karasuno often-

You probably won't see Karasuno again in the next 11 days.

Or you will, I don't know because I haven't gotten there yet."

~ 烏養 繋心 / Keishin Ukai ~ "Shit. It's been a minute."

Your pov The lack of instant noodles in your apartment was both irritating and depressing. 3 am in your bed watching food network with a glass of wine and a cup of instant soba was something you'd missed doing. So, you began your journey to a downtown soba shop!

Your feet clack along the pathways, hands fettling with the message from your mother.     

Your response taps across the screen                    

Just typical mornings when it came to your mother. She was always one to check on your well-being since she knew that if you had a say in it, you wouldn't pay attention to yourself at all.

Your eyes are barely paying attention to her messages at this point, but still, she was just looking out for your well-being, you knew that.

Yes, she could be overbearing at times, but you were her last kid out of the house, so she was particularly clingy to you regardless of how well you were doing and how many times you told her you were doing alright.

She was just looking out for your best interest, you knew that. She just got a little overwhelming sometimes, but that's just who she is.

And you were okay with that.

The stumbling of your feet matches a familiar set passing by, his feet clack softly as he paces past you, his nostalgic duo-chromatic hair flushing in your direction.

Ukai? Wait, hold on.

"Ukai?" You sputter, pacing to catch up to the man.

He turns to face you, eyes glittering down at yours

"Y/n?" He tilts his head, a concerned yet surprised look appearing on his face, "Jesus, how long has it been? Three years?"

"Since my university graduation, so, yeah. Three years." You giggle, following him to where ever he'd been on his way to in the first place. "Still running the shop?" You inquire.

"Sure am, are you still working in law" he reciprocates the inquiry, genuinely interested in whatever the hell you're getting up to these days.

"God, I wish I wasn't." You giggle, cracking your knuckles.

"Wish to follow in my ways of procrastination?" He jokes, though still willing to take an answer.

"Anything to avoid work at this point."

•

"So, taking up after your grandfather? Interesting take." You giggle, pacing into the large back building style gymnasium. "I thought if anything you'd coach soccer or something, volleyball would be the last thing I thought you'd take up."

"Good to know I could surprise you" he chuckles, the room filled with a team of boys of all sizes.

The two girls to the side, you'd assumed were managers but you didn't bother to ask. Beside them resides a man dressed in green, small and wholesome.

"Takeda, Y/n." He introduces the young-looking boy. And in so, follows through with the remaining side-men. "Yachi, and Kyoko. Y/n" and their handshakes follow suit.

"So, you gonna show me what these kids got?" You giggle, smiling at the huddle of boys

"I don't need to, they will." Ukai chuckles as you furrow your brows at his comment, nodding over to the now scattered huddle of boys.

If they impress this stone-cold bastard Then they've gotta be too good for their own good.

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Day 5

Favorite ship? "Guess what time it is!? Indeed, it is Poly partial smutshot time."

Smut warning! ~ 孤爪 研磨 x 黒尾 鉄朗 / KuroKen ~ "Frustration" Your pov As a softball player, the dependance of your right hand was detrimental. Regardless of anything else, your right hand and any appendage attached was meant to be kept intact.

Though, after the previous game you'd played, your wrist collapsed in on itself, scraping through muscle and bone, creating hairline fractures all through the outer substance of your forearm's structure.

The throw still caught your team a point, but, as the backbone pitcher, that was a victory short lived.

College was hard enough, doing so with a collapsed wrist was just unnecessarily infuriating within itself.

You clack your bruised appendage against the ball, bouncing it off the ceiling mindlessly.

Though, your attention is caught by a clacking hand against the shut door

"Hm?" You call, the door's hinges creaking open and in walking one of the two boys you'd resided with.

Tetsuro's eyes immediately meet yours, low and hooded, concern radiating off him.

"You should really get out of your own head hun" he leans against the doorframe, his arms crossed over his chest. "It ain't healthy"

"I know that." You stretch upward, clutching the ball in your bruised pitching hand as you stare at the ceiling's surface. "Its just, frustrating."

"I know." He paces over to your still figure. A soft look on his face. "I do."

His figure sits at the edge of the bed, his hand welcoming a comforting grip to your lower thigh. The comforting touch causing your emotions to flush out, the tears cascading down the side of your face as you curl around the surface of his hand, shifting your hand to lace with his.

"I can't do it Tetsu, I can't." You sob, clutching to his hand for some form of reassurance.

"Hey, hey-" he grips the hand atop his, catching your tearful view. "I'm here, I got you." He pulls you onto his lap, comforting hands gripping your sides as he lays a passionate kiss on your lips.

You had yet to know this, but your audible sobbing had alerted your 5'6 counterpart. And in so, he'd awaited your notice in the doorway.

"Seems like I should've gotten here a little sooner." Kozume mutters, making his way over to your placement on the pillow top.

His figure sits behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind as he plants a few kisses upon the crook of your neck.

"Kozu.." you mutter, your tears continuing their cascade off your face.

"You're okay.." Tetsuro aids comfort, his hand cradling your face as his remaining hand still grips your waist. "You're okay."

You begin the attempt at composure, Kozume planting kisses up and down your shoulder, his hands still wrapping you tightly.

"I-" you stutter, the boy below brushing away your tears as they flow "I can't."

"Can't do what?" Kozume asks, burying his face into your neck.

"I can't-" you hesitate "I can't go back to that field. I let them down, I'm supposed to be the backbone of the team, what the hell am I supposed to do when they can't even rely on me for that?"

"They're your family, Y/n.. they'll know." Tetsuro plants another kiss on your lips "When Delilah wrecked her shit last season, did the team cut her off?"

"That's different Tetsu, she's an abroad student-" He cuts you off.

"Did they?" He asks abruptly, looking for an answer.

"No.." You trail, fidgeting with your fingers in defeat.

"Then what makes your wrist any different?" He asks. Your silence queuing him finishing his little 'speech' "You'll be fine. Promise." He, yet again, plants another kiss on you.

"Hm." You smile, a light nod granted from you.

"Good." He smiles warmly, planting another kiss on you and shifting his hands up behind your neck, while his counterpart, Kozume, slicks his hands to the inner portion of your upper thigh, still planting kisses and hickies in his wake. "Then. Let's change the subject shall we?" Tetsuro giggles.

"I would actually love that." Kozume passes a squeeze to your thighs, his nails queueing a light pain.

"Ah-" you hiss, the pain being unexpected.

"You alright?" Kozume's voice is low and husky, though his question is genuine. "Hm?"

"Mm." You whimper, causing Tetsuro to giggle.

"You're cute, real cute." He mutters, clinging his teeth to the unoccupied crook of your neck. "Let me know if I go too far, Kay?"

"Mhm." You attempt to keep your composure, though inevitably failing to do so. "M-mm" you stutter a cry of ecstasy, sharp nails once again dig into your thighs.

"Don't forget about me now." Kozume giggles, though the comment itself is deliberately submissive.

"Ah?" Tetsuro chuckles "Kozu's getting jealous.." his hands thread themselves into the hair of the boy behind you "don't you worry, We haven't forgotten about you" his actions must've hit a trigger spot, as a small whimper escapes the shorter boy's mouth

"Ah-" he peers in the other direction, mindlessly squeezing your thighs in protest "Tetsuro-" he holds back a moan of sorts, attempting to defuse the situation by sicking his teeth back onto your exposed trigger point, which queues a light, breathy moan.

"Oh?" Tetsuro giggles "Strike a nerve there Kozu?"

"Think so" he medicates the point of bruising with a few kisses, continuing on his crusade of your weak points.

A low moan escapes your lips, fingers intertwined with Tetsuro's hair, a weak grip keeping you connected.

Though, his hand pulls your wounded appendage form it's entanglement, planting kisses up the brace as he mutters something

"You'll recover. Promise" and with that, he laces your fifth finger with his, Kozume sneaking his way in as well. "And if you don't-" he hesitates, planting another kiss on your sensitive points "Could always put your psychology major to use."

"Mhm." You mumble, holding back a reaction to his lips placement.

"I got you, don't worry about it" Kozume's teeth nip at the top portion of your ear, a husky whisper parting his lips "Tetsu's better with words than I am, but, I've had more practice with my hands" he giggles lowly, "So, i'll show it rather than say it." His hands fit snug around your waist, his face buried into your neck as he holds you in an embrace. "God, I love you."

"I love you too. More than I can explain, I couldn't if I tried." You smile. One hand laced with the two of his that wrap your waist, The other linked with the boy you sit straddling.

"You two.." you mutter "You two are my life.." a smile peeks your face, cheeks flushed a light pink "Fuck, I love you two.."

Good morning lovers. Good night frustration.

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The next 5 will be up tomorrow! see you then, Bye bye!

- Koshi