#Take your head out of his big orange ass and join the world baby!

[awkward-sultana]

C'mon princess, you got something to say, say it for the class to hear!

[vennilavee]

sunkissed

pairing: levi x reader (moon/stars universe) ft kaiya and rina

summary: rina peach's beachy birthday weekend!!

warnings: none at all, just a cute summer drabble

word count: 1810

Kaiya has never been very fond of the beach. She is very much like Levi in that sense- they both would prefer to either stay home or go to the park rather than allow the potential for sand to hide in the crevices of their bodies. After all, seagulls are a nuisance and it’s not like you can even see animals other than those pesky birds.

At least according to Kaiya’s speech about why she did not want to go to the beach last weekend. But it was Rina’s birthday, and unlike her older sister…. Rina loves the beach. She loves poking her feet in her sand and feeling the salty ocean water brush over her chubby legs. Her specialty is building sandcastles and she had sneakily asked if she could bury her daddy in the sand.

To which you had said maybe. And Levi had sent you a sneaky glare.

You can vividly remember the first time you brought baby Kaiya to the beach. She’d been a year old, after you and Levi had done extensive research on what sunscreen would be best for Kaiya. She looked so cute that day, in a bright orange bucket hat with blue starfish on it, a blue swimsuit and tiny orange crocs.

It took you nearly fifteen minutes to get out of the house, because you were too busy showering her with kisses and taking photos of her first beach day.

While she had been all smiles on the way to the beach, her expression had quickly turned sour when you had tried putting her feet in the water. Her lips parted ever so slightly to let out a stream of wails and her eyes leaked tears. She was trying her best to avoid her feet touching the water with all of her tiny might.

Kaiya hated the sand even more, if that was possible. She glared at the sand stuck in between her toes and Levi had only looked smugly at you. As if to say ‘I told you so’.

And he had.

But today, Rina is tugging Kaiya’s hand impatiently, wanting to splash around in the water with her big sister. Kaiya is hesitant, warily eyeing the water and looking at Levi and then Rina.

“Oh, fine,” Kaiya sighs, “Only for five minutes.”

“Yay!” Rina cheers and does a little dance before running off towards the water (with Kaiya and Levi on her heels).

You can’t help but watch Levi’s golden skin glisten in the sun as he gets farther away from you. His shoulders flex as he jogs after his girls, and you sigh happily before rubbing sunscreen on your arms.

You had rubbed sunscreen into Rina’s skin while Kaiya had insisted on doing it herself. Levi had wordlessly asked you to rub his back, which you had gladly done.

But not before squeezing his bicep indulgently, because damn, your man looks good.

You brought a book with you to read (and Kaiya had as well. She had stated firmly that she plans to read on the beach during this weekend trip.)

Your gaze travels from your book to immediately zero in on the girls and Levi from the tops of your sunglasses. Rina’s giggles are contagious and filter through the salty breeze, tucking away in your eardrum and you can pretty much hear Kaiya grumbling from all the way out here.

Setting your book aside, you decide to join your family in the water. You adjust your baby blue swimsuit, making sure all of your bits are covered, and make your way over. Your jumbo sized umbrella, beach towels and cooler are close enough that you can keep an eye on it from the water.

“Mama! You come,” Rina beams, reaching for you from Levi’s arms.

“I did, peach,” you reply, scooping her up. She’s getting so big, she’s already four. Rina is no longer the small baby who used to waddle around the house clumsily, she’s now old enough to run through the water and splash her older sister.

Levi pecks your lips in greeting while Kaiya dramatically gags.

“On Rina’s birthday weekend? Ugh, gross,” Kaiya rolls her eyes. Levi splashes her playfully with his foot and Kaiya gasps.

“Wow, watch out, daddy.”

“Ya, daddy, watch out! Watch out!”

“Oh, alright. I surrender,” Levi says, holding his hands up.

“It’s nice out here, isn’t it?” you murmur, nudging Kaiya’s shoulder. She tries to scowl, but she can’t hide her smile from you.

“Yeah, it’s nice. I guess.”

“Oh, you guess? How lucky for us,” Levi teases, ruffling her head of dark hair.

“Daddy! I did my hair and you’re making it messy!” Kaiya pouts, messing her hair up again.

“It not messy!” Rina protests, “It nice!”

Kaiya gives her a toothy smile in response, to which Rina mimics.

“Mama, can we have some drinks? You brought those peach ones, right?” Kaiya asks with hopeful eyes.

“Of course I did. You think I’d forget?”

You and Levi had taken extra measures to hide the cake that you both had baked for Rina’s birthday in the mini-fridge of the cottage that you were staying in for the weekend. In fact, it was Kuchel’s little cottage by the sea- Levi came here as a teenager and a young adult. And you can remember the first time he brought you here, too.

Kuchel will be arriving tomorrow to join the celebration, but tonight it was just your little family.

“Kiki,” you whisper from the corner of the kitchen, “Kaiya. Kaiya!”

“Yes, mama?” she whispers back.

“Will you please get Rina and your daddy and bring them outside to the deck? The cake is ready,” you reply and Kaiya nods, running off to find her sister and her dad.

The small deck has been decorated with shell themed balloons and streamers of gold and green (Rina’s current favorite colors) in the last two hours, while she was napping and while Levi had kept her entertained before that. You can hear her peals of laughter approaching closer and closer and you make sure to have your phone ready when she sees the setup you and Levi created for her-

And she gasps with wide eyes before squealing happily and running around the table decorated with teal lace to stare at the carefully curated mermaid themed cake that took hours for you to finish up.

“Mermaid! For my birfday, mommy?” Rina gasps, bouncing on the heels of her feet.

“Happy birthday, Peachy,” you beam at her and kneel for her to run into your arms for a big hug.

“Thank, mama,” Rina says, “Daddy, Kaiya! Wook cake! Come hug!”

She’s always been very affectionate. Levi says she gets it from you.

“Happy birthday, Rina Peach,” Levi murmurs, kissing her hair, “I’m so happy that you’re happy and healthy.”

Rina only looks at him with your eyes.

“Happy birthday, Peachy peach,” Kaiya says, jumping with her, “We gotta sing Happy Birthday! And then you blow out your candles and make a wish!”

“Make wish! Make wish!” Rina says excitedly, her dark hair shining with the sunset. Kaiya leads the charge in Rina’s birthday songs while Rina smiles brightly at you and Levi. It brings a few tears to your eyes and Levi tugs your fingers in his subtly.

Your girls are getting so big. Levi still remembers when Rina barely fit in the palm of his hands, when she came into the world so quietly. When fear filled his heart.

Seeing Rina blowing out her candles (with some help from Kaiya) makes his heart warm. Kaiya is getting so tall- he can tell she might be taller than him someday soon. Kaiya’s eyes glisten and shine, reflecting bits of his own steel grey when she looks at him.

He’s feeling contemplative. You can tell.

Once you finish with your pictures of everyone, Levi cuts slices of cake for everyone to eat. Rina most definitely stuck her fingers into her slice of cake but now, she is seated in his lap as she tries to feed herself (but ultimately leans back against his chest for him to feed her). Kaiya sits in between you and Levi.

It’s quiet, the sound of the waves against the shore vibrating around you as the close of Rina’s birthday draws close. The summer breeze drifts into your hair and you spot goosebumps on Kaiya’s arms.

“Gonna get some blankets, my little fruits. Be right back,” you murmur, patting her leg.

“Hey! I’m not a fruit!”

By now, the moon is shining brightly in the night sky and the stars along with it, and Rina is fast asleep in Levi’s lap while Kaiya is laying across your lap with tired eyes. You’ve all moved inside the cottage once the summer chill settled in to watch a movie.

Rest assured, you’re dozing off, too.

You hear Levi call your name. You hum in response and open your eyes blearily. It appears you’ve been asleep for longer than expected, because Kaiya is no longer in your lap and Rina is not in Levi’s arms.

“I put the girls to bed,” Levi murmurs, “C’mon. Let’s get to bed.”

“You gonna carry me or what?” you joke, but before you can get your feet on the floor, he scoops you up in his arms and pecks your forehead.

“How romantic,” you murmur, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Yeah, alright,” Levi rolls his eyes.

“Did you check the locks?”

“What do you take me for? An idiot?”

“I’m just making sure, okay-”

“Yeah, yeah,” you murmur, patting his cheek adoringly, “Hurry, I’m tired and my feet ache.”

“How lucky for me.”

“The girls had fun today,” you murmur, rubbing lazy circles over Levi’s chest, “Did you?”

Levi hums, fingers trailing up and down your arm tiredly. “I like the sea, despite what you think.”

“You don’t like the beach. You hate finding sand in your-”

“Yeah, I hate the beach, but the sea is nice.”

You chuckle, pressing your lips to his throat.

“I’m surprised Peach went to bed so quickly. But she must be tired from running around in the sun with Kaiya all day,” Levi muses.

“Probably. Your mom can run around with Rina and Kaiya tomorrow at the beach. We should do boozy brunch in the meantime.”

“Why? So you can get drunk off your ass from two mimosas while your daughters are in the ocean?”

“Okay, first of all, that was a joke. Second of all, two mimosas? You think that much of me?”

“Am I wrong?”

“I’m going to sleep,” you huff dramatically, “Give me a kiss goodnight.”

Levi gives you a little more than a kiss goodnight when he pecks your lips, licking into your wet, warm mouth until your eyes flutter shut and he presses himself on top of you to envelop you in his embrace.

tags: @simpingmaize @kentobean @captainchrisstan @alrightberries @celestidarling @regalillegal @castellandiangelo @bakuhoesworld

[sneezefiction]

I have a request for Tsukki. So we know he’s mean and snarky to everyone and everything, and he’s like that with his significant other as well. Which is okay. But I wanted you to wright a story about how he gets caught using his boyfriend voice by the volleyball team. He gets all frustrated and flustered cause he got caught being nice. 💖💖💖 Thank you.

Boyfriend Voice

Tsukishima x Reader - Scenario

a/n: okay so i really played around w/ this a bunch and well... it’s basically a crack fic. but i really hope you enjoy this goofy mess i’ve created hehehe. and thank you for the ADORABLE, fluffy request

warnings: language

wc: 970

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It happens every so often.

You’ll be going about your daily routines and all of a sudden, you’re the embodiment of charm and cuteness.

These situations just happen to occur whenever Tsukishima is close enough to notice.

Something like you trying to reach the top shelf of a cabinet to grab a cookbook. The way you stretch to grasp it, pulling your shirt up and exposing your skin.

Maybe you’re leaning over to speak to a baby and your voice takes on the sweetest nature and quality. 

Or you’re being smothered in puppy kisses, tiny paws stamping their prints on your thighs, your giggles filling the span of the room, or echoing off the houses in your neighborhood.

All of these things are objectively good, Tsukki decides

You are undeniably adorable and even Tsukki cannot resist the effect you have on him, swearing you’re going to ruin him someday.

However, if it were only an emotional adjustment he had encountered under those (unfortunately) lovable circumstances, there wouldn’t be much of an issue.

He could deal with the undignified fluttering of butterflies and the pink tint that forced its way onto his profile.

It was the voice that came with those symptoms that gave him such grief.

A voice that grew too fondly of your presence, allowing itself to forget it’s master. Utterly vexing.

Oh, how could it betray him?

Yes, Tsukishima is suffering from and referring to his dreaded “boyfriend voice.”

The pitch raises into a mild and kind tone, showcasing an entirely new side of Tsukki. A side unknown even to himself.

And you just eat it up.

There’s nothing more satisfying than being coated in compliments and teased relentlessly by your blonde boyfriend with a voice that reminds you how genuinely rare you are to him.

Even when he’s insulting the living hell out of you, as long as you’re alone, the “boyfriend voice” will inevitably shine through. 

But at school? In public? Around friends?

Hell no.

He had a reputation to uphold. Pride! Standards!

Yet, no matter what he does, things never go according to Tsukishima’s plan.

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You habitually visit Karasuno’s volleyball practice after school every day.

You’re usually greeted with adoring shouts and rounds of laughter. Pretty, smiling faces, sweaty from jumping and tumbling around the court.

You love that you’ve been so welcomed by your boyfriend's team and you always shoot them your friendliest smile…

But still, you never fail to save your truest charms for Tsukki.

You admire him from afar, observing his build on the court. Always so focused.

He’s intimidating. Daunting. Powerful.

But as soon as he steps off the court, there you are.

His demeanor visibly relaxes, a softness falls over his previously rigid stance, and that honey-golden gaze lights up just enough that you notice… but no one else.

And he tries to remain discreet. Calm, cool, and collected.

That is until you run up to him, gathering him up in an embrace.

He’s sweaty, but it’s okay. You don’t mind.

You missed him today.

And apparently, he’d missed you too, because he instantly has you pressed up against his chest, laying his head atop your own. There were perks to being this tall. This just happened to be one of his favorites.

The team had gone on break, scattered throughout the gym, and noise saturated the room from strategizing and planning.

So he takes a moment to let you know he loves you while everyone else is distracted… 

And that beautiful voice decides to join in as well.

It’s sultry but soothing. The alluring expressions dripping into your ears almost like a lullaby.

“Hey, baby… Didn’t your dumbass have to retake that math test from this afternoon? I thought you’d come later.” He jokes with a soft smile on his lips, the harsh words bizarrely refreshing.

“Nah, I told you I passed. Also, we can’t all be big-brained like you, weirdo.” You flick his forehead, playfully.

A few heads turn toward you two, but it goes unnoticed by Tsukki, still watching you closely.

“Maybe if you’d stop procrastinating your cute ass wouldn’t need my help studying anymore.” He shoots back a little too loudly.

The volume in the room drops significantly after that comment, now even more ears turned toward Tsukki, his arms still around you.

Tsukki had only recently warmed up to PDA, so the whole team is in shock, their absolute curiosity taking over.

“Well, whatever. I’m proud of you.” He mumbles out.

There it is. The true boyfriend voice. Sweet and simple.

It isn’t monotone and there isn’t a hint of sarcasm.

He just sounds… happy? Like maybe he isn’t an asshole all the time?

“Tsukishima… are you being nice?” Hinata butts in, practically wedging himself between you two whilst tilting his head, that orange hair flipping with it.

And suddenly, Tsukki is back in the real world, out of his trance.

What had he said again? How did Hinata get there? Had he been there the whole time?

And why is it that the entire Karasuno volleyball team is either gathering around you or staring from afar?

Even Kiyoko’s unable to look away.

“EVERYONE, TSUKISHIMA IS ACTUALLY NICE!” Tanaka blurts out, completely stunned.

Nishinoya is snickering in the corner. 

Daichi and Asahi are sick and tired of this team.

“So now we know how y/n can actually deal with him… ahh, the mystery is solved.” Sugawara comments, clearly having wondered this before.

Yamaguchi is doing damage control, trying to calm everyone down.

But before Tsukki can even speak, his body has made a beeline toward the door dragging you behind him by the hand.

His coldhearted demeanor. The calculated image he’s been portraying.

All spoiled.

Because now they know…

That Tsukishima has the capacity for kindness.

That he is only mean and insulting most of the time.

And you two have a lot to talk about on your long walk home because this stupid “boyfriend voice” you love so much is taking over his whole damn life and he has no idea what to do about it.

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tags: @cherryonigiri

[muffindaddystyles]

Please write more of Dove and Harry ? You’d earlier written in ne where she gets lost and Harry can’t find her…. Please some more like that. I really like reading protective Harry for his kids especially daughters!

HARRY HATES A CERATIN PINK BICYCLE BUT DOVE THINKS OTHERWISE :D

Harry has never been this stingy towards things. You don’t hold a beef with stuff round you, right? You hold beefs with actual hell of people who're mighty pests in the name of human being.

But, this. Oh damn this. Four wheeler little pink bicycle, that have sparkling pom-poms around it’s handles, a cute yellow basket corked to it's front and rainbow coloured cups hanging from the back of it’s seat that cackles whenever the wheels roll.

It’s the most obnoxious transporting vehicle, Harry had seen in his whole life. He's kind of grousing in the corner that why out of trillion of toys auntie Gemma had to prove herself the best aunt in the whole world alive and chose this hideous gaggingly pink bicycle.

It just doesn’t makes sense to gift it to a three years old! And when that three years old’s a headstrong little thing, with wilfulness of her daddy and the marbles of kitten in replacement of those eyes.

“Daddy we’ll ‘ve fun, promise!” Her ‘r' vanishes into a whistle since she’s still wary onto speaking huge words, babbling her daddy’s ears off with random shite doesn’t count.

Sometimes Harry thinks; that his 50 years old mum's prisoned and captured into a dainty body of three years old -- and his time has come to get bossed around and scolded for his own good sake.

His mommy in the guise of his little dove.

“How’s tha’ missy!?” Harry squints down at her with his hands fisted on his hips. His fake scowl breaks into a fluttery smile when dove with her grubby pudgy hands pushed the bicycle around, her boot clad feet stomping against the hardwood floor, “Like this daddy!” Her chest heaved from getting tired of pushing it around in circles.

“Y'gonna put y’old man to labour?” When she sees her dad’s strictness resolving into contemplating the idea she squeals out giggles making Harry flinch and cover his ears, He’s sure he’ll end up deaf in his fifties.

Harry feels his chest warm and gooey with fond when she jumps on her tippy toes and wraps herself around Harry’s calves.

“Kay, teddy bear enough of butterin’ dada up.” Harry grunted through his nose ducking down to scoop her up in his embrace and she instantly loops her arms around his neck, her button rosy nose twitching with happiness as she patted his cheek with a toothy grin.

Harry shook his head at her brains, his eyes closed and lips thinned while he tries to announce it to her in the most dramatic way.

“Why’re you the way you’re dovie? He sighs and her response doesn’t baffles him any, “’Cos you.” She whispers into his ear as if it’s the most secretive thing in the world getting his cheek and earlobe wet with her drool.

“Yeah, cos' ‘m your inventor. My bad.”

.

That’s how they ended up here in the living room since Harry’s still hesitant and scared to let her ride the bicycle outside.

She makes sweet and loud kissy noises dangling her feet in a rhythm messing the already bombed up curls of Harry while he puts protection pads around her knees, he leaned more onto his shins adjusting the strap of her helmet and pinched her chin to make her look at him.

“Hello baby –..,” He opened his mouth to give her instructions when she cut him off with a cute whiny huff and the fold of her arms round her small body, “Daddy ‘m no baby.” Harry rolls his eyes towards the ceiling and bats his lashes.

“F'me you’re.” He tuts with a coo and took her wrist gently to help her slide down the sofa before she could possibly terrorise him more, sometimes Harry has this aching urge to laugh at her statements but it’s not right to his lil bean so he does it when he’s alone to not to hurt her feelings.

She refused any kind of guidance from him with just a single gesture of her palm (he doesn't know how she manages to behave like a 30 at her 3) and he ended up helping her wiggle her bum up the seat anyhow, “Hmm. Y'already know the deal dovlin'.” He knocks on her pink helmet which has tiny cows on it.

She bobbed her head and puckered her lips, Harry being her best telepathic communicator gets the sign and forwards his cheek for her to kiss it.

“Love y'daddy.” Her affection for her dad muffling against his stubble and in droopy voice he mimics her with bright teasing eyes, “wuveee you daddy.”

“Back to work!” Harry commanded moving towards the end of cycle and squeezed her neck tenderly before pushing her around and giggles happily when she squealed out in utter thrill.

“Weeeeeeoiiii!!” Harry joins her putting aside the fact he was very against it moments ago, but the little fun does no harm, right? He did think so.

It has always happened to him in this particular order whenever the things gets into their happy track a downfall is always written for them, just like the time when dove got sick and wouldn’t get any better taking her to hospital got crucial only for them to come back to their family being there for them her grandma and auntie Gems were their to get her recover but she got sick again.

“Alone!” She grumbles trying to move Harry’s hands away but he grips it tighter, “’M big!” She complains feet reaching for the paddles that took a swing.

“Hands on handles!” Not in a mood for her to throw a tantrum after such exhilarating moment Harry dismissed her off with a bit of frown, “Hands on handles! Hands —--,” He shouts anxiously heartbeat racing painfully against his ribs and he feels time slowing down as he watches dove losing her balance – but – puffs out in relief when she thumps against the sofa.

“Shit!” He cries out when the cycle tumbles along dove and falls on her, the poor baby didn’t even got time to process what's happening before the metal basket hits her bottom lip and her elbow hard.

Harry’s fear reeling infront of him, deafening him for a moment.

Immediately, He throws it away from over her half assed about where it lands and bunched her in his arms protectively. Cradling his sweet baby’s face in his palm and his eyes watered up at the bleeding lip and more abrasions on her elbow.

He sucks in a whimper when she tries even not to sniffle being a brave girl for her dad and goes to wipe his tears with her trembling lil hands, “It’s otay daddy.” Harry hiccups into her wrist smacking kisses upon kisses into her palm.

“’M sorry me lil dovlin'.” He sulked wiping his nose with the sleeve of his hoodie and kissed her forehead.

It physically pains him to see his Dovie hurt, it makes him sad till long hours.

Call him sensitive but with Dove he’ll never able to hold his tears back, she pulls onto his heart strings the most agonisingly, she comes before anyone else and her safety too.

“No cry.” She pushed him away and pouted leaning to peck his lips and Harry giggles when she wipes the subtle blood stain she got on his mouth with a sheepish smile, “Lets fix your boo boos honey pot.” Harry gave her a weepy smile and pet her head taking them to his room.

He’s really surprised and well very proud that she was so brave for him, in times like these Harry realises if nobody got him his daughter’s gonna be there for him always.

“’M really reallyyyy proud of you sweet pea.” After putting Dove's favourite rapunzel bandages on her gashes Harry showers her in kisses that are loud and exaggerated but full of pride and love for her, making sure to do ‘mwah!’ at each one.

.

Harry made her chicken nuggies and let her drink orange juice (even though it gives her an achy throat) she’s such a good little briber.

She’s all snuggled in his bed, her face hidden in his chest out of shyness as Anne asks about her accident with a sad pouty smile.

“You gotta be careful next time okay sweetie?” Anne told her. Harry groans when her head perked up with gleam in her eyes, “There’s no next time!” He quips making his point clear.

“Gran’ma you wan’ see?” She blubbers excitedly crawling out from under the covers but carefully Harry catches her ankle and tugs her back towards him which causes the phone to fall from her hands onto the floor.

The clumsy cutie.

“Oh Grandma, you otay????” Her curly head pops from over the mattress and the room fills with laughter at her innocence and dumbness, she's just three, you prick.

“My silly little bear.” Harry’s laugh fades into giggles while he settles her bum on his chest and cuddles her tightly into his neck despite of her whiny protests and squiggles to let her free.

[pillow-anime-talk]

wap challenge.

synopsis: ‘WAP challenge’ versus our lovely boys.

# tags: headcanons; current relationships; aged up; romance; mild comedy and fluff; suggestive?

includes: female reader ft. hitoshi shinsou & you shindou {bnha} + eita semi & tobio kageyama {hq!!} + seijuurou mikoshiba & rin matsuoka {free!}

— HITOSHI

↘ It was absolutely NOT YOUR idea to do this challenge. Mina was the initiator of it all, because she’s addicted to the TikTok app, plus she knows every trend that is currently taking place. Plus, she’s your bestie, so it’s super obvious that you’ll do a lot of (stupid) things with her to keep an eye on her silly ass. 

↘ UMMM, anyway. Also not gonna lie, but you liked to dance, so it was much easier to induce you this time, hehe.

↘ Therefore, a few trainings later, you could easily record the ‘WAP challenge’ and put it on the pink-haired teenager’s popular account. 

↘ Meanwhile, your lovely boyfriend was in the coffee bar with Denki. Unexpectedly, the latter got a notification on his phone. 

↘ (Of course, we all know that Kaminari is the second TikTok biggest fan and his content is something like ‘Top10 things I don’t like about Bakugo’.)

↘ Coming back to the topic, the blonde’s eyes automatically widened when he saw the video inserted into Mina’s account; he wasn’t surprised by the young girl’s idea and its general performance, but you... He totally didn’t expect it! After all, you were the complete opposite of a crazy pinky one and you were literally the voice of reason in your friendship.

↘ “Oh, God... Wow. You have to see this, Shinsou.” He laughed under his breath, then restarted the short video and turned the black phone to the boy who currently drinking colored bubble tea.

↘ Well. Needless to say, some cold tea flew out of his mouth and his both cheeks turned redder than Kirishima’s hair.

↘ Aaaand he got an boner.

— YOU

↘ That mf... Okay. 

↘ Listen to me.

↘ Honestly, you were never interested in having an account on this whole TikTok app, but you saw a tons YouTube videos of people dancing to an English-speaking female rapper’s song and you just found it as a fun and interesting activity (+ you really liked this lit song, so...).

↘That’s why, you pushed back the furniture in your own room, which was in the Ketsubutsu Academy dorm, and put on a music. The first three attempts were just learning the steps, but by the fourth time you were ready for the real dance, so you tied your hair in a high ponytail to make it more comfortable and corrected the top of your clothes.

↘ Absorbed in setting up the camera and playing the song at the right moment, you didn’t even notice when your boyfriend entered your room. Of course he wanted to say hi or just kiss your pretty face, but at the same moment you jumped up and lifted your leg, quickly dropping to your knees.

↘ Shindou’s eyes widened while he resting his arm against your bedroom white wall. He even bit his lip, feeling a pleasant tingling in the stomach and throat.

↘ To say that he was delighted is definitely not enough.

↘ And when you finished the dance with the split, your boyfriend was still silent... However there was a sound of clapping and mouth pecking throughout the room. Slightly frightened, you turned towards him, and your cheeks flushed deeply.

↘ “Well, well, well. I didn’t expect that, but... I’d love to see it again, babe.” He winked at you, and you quickly covered your red face with your hands, still sitting on the floor.

— EITA

↘ All of us know perfectly that Semi is... a very serious man. I mean, have you seen how much he gives while he playing volleyball and helping his lovely teammates? Eita takes many things seriously (both at school and in private life) hence his strong character and his frequent lack of playfulness when you both have a small talk.

↘ However, you still love him very much and you would do anything for this big baby boy to make him happy and make him feel loved and appreciated as your boyfriend, friend and also volleyball player.

↘ Anyway, you didn’t expect that one day he would come over to your house and your mother would let him in, saying that ‘as always, you are at your own bedroom, listening to music’.

↘ Eita also didn’t expect anything special that day; he just came to you to spend Saturday watching interesting anime, some movies, talking and possibly ordering a pizza at his treat, but then he opened the door to your room and literally at the same moment he saw that you swing your leg up, and after a while you get down on your both knees.

↘ Of course he was so shocked because, firstly, he didn’t expect you to dance, and secondly, he didn’t expect you to dance this kind of moves...

↘ The poor boy who always took everything around him seriously couldn’t absorb for the next few seconds the fact that some people do a lot of things for fun... not for awards and medals like him and his beloved team.

↘ Fortunately, he quickly shook his head and laughed a bit under his breath when you barely managed to do a splits.

— TOBIO

↘ HAHAHGAHHAHDDAHAHAADDXXHJXJXDD. SORRY. I MEAN...

↘ The poor baby boy has his head high in the clouds and is only interested in the volleyball or matches, the milk in the carton from the school vending machine and you.

↘ Therefore, he’s not into the social media like Twitter, TikTok, Tumblr or YouTube. Sometimes he just steals your Spotify or Netflix account, but that’s all.

↘ Therefore, when one random day Hinata and Yamaguchi ran up to him with orange-head’s phone in his hand and a few seconds later asked if he had already seen the video with you in the lead role, the black-haired young man raised an eyebrow up, not understanding about what his two teammates talked at that moment.

↘ However, when after a short while he saw a dance video with loud music on the app on Shouyou’s phone, a small wrinkle appeared on his forehead and his mouth tightened into a narrow line.

↘ When the video was over, he thanked his besties, then took his own smartphone out of his pants pocket to search for your name in contacts. He quickly wrote you a short message, and as you read it, a huge blush appeared on your both cheeks.

↘ Tobi! | 14:23 ; Why didn’t you tell me that you dance? You’re pretty good at it. I’d like to see it privately. See you after classes :).

— SEIJUUROU

↘ :D

↘ Let’s start with the fact that Seijuurou is definitely a social animal and knows a lot of phone apps (unlike Haikyuu boys, lmao).

↘ I mean, he knows perfectly well all Twitter or Tumblr jokes and general slang, his favorite app is probably Instagram, and the Urban Dictionary is his second home, his bestie. Not need to mention that you share Netflix together, you two also are on the same Discord channel, and on top of that, he makes a shitpost on his own Facebook profile.

↘ No wonder that one day when he caught you dancing to the Cardi B and Megan Thee Stallion song, he immediately joined to you. As if dancing had been in his veins from the day he was born, almost like swimming.

↘ The young man literally took all your viewers off the account and all the beauty of the fame you worked hard while you putting your own content on the channel.

↘ ‘Well... I expected that.’

↘ After a few days, of course, you changed the main theme of your account and instead of creating it by yourself, you shared it with your beloved boyfriend (after all, you couldn’t refuse the fans and the red-head...).

↘ Now you put all kinds of videos and posts together, and the people on TikTok like both of you very much and consider you two to be the sweetest couple in the whole world.

↘ Camila and Shawn are nothing compared to you!

— RIN

↘ I think Rin would know what TikTok is, and also know that you have an account there, but he has never been more interested in it than necessary. 

↘ I mean, it might have existed, but he wouldn’t be interested in getting into the ‘world’ of any influencers and celebrities.

↘ Well. 

↘ The big boy was very busy with swimming and with planning your dates...

↘ So when he listened to music on YouTube one randomly evening and totally accidentally click a complication video with ‘WAP Challenge’ tiktoks, he was surprised that you showed up as one of the dancers.

↘ Your all movements were polished and super strong. You danced really great, better than Rin could ever have imagined. Dressed in black shorts and a gray top, you fit well with the sounds and voice of a female rapper, and as the cherry head knew English, his tongue automatically lick his lower lip.

↘ Hmm, I don’t think I need to add to this headcanon the fact that shortly after watching the short video with you about another 20 times, Rin put on his feet shoes and decided to go to your house.

[svnflowervol666]

I Want Your Belly (Harry Styles x fem!Reader)

Word Count: 2.2k

Author’s Note: Oddly specific, kinda weird, sappy sweet. Got a good handful of asks for this one so here you go! Harry asks Y/N to join him in the Watermelon Sugar music video. It was a bit hard to write due to the nature of the scenario, but I hope you find it just as cute as I did. Take care and TPWK.

Even in January, the California heat is brutal and unforgiving. Sure, being by the ocean where the momentum of the cool waves cast a light breeze does something to midigate the miserable feeling of feeling like the sun’s rays are going to burn you alive, but it’s only a crumb of salvation really. We’re talking sweat running down the backs of your kneecaps, legs painfully sticking to the seat of whatever chair you’re sitting in, not enough water in the world to keep you from being dehydrated hot. But she wanted to be there.

She’d been oggling him from her sand chair for the past forty-five minutes. I mean, who isn’t oggling him when they see him tracing his fingers coyly over the flesh of a sweet, ripe watermelon. He’d been glancing in her direction in between nearly every take, smirking at her through his aqua-tinted sunnies and wondering if what she was seeing made her reconsider the offer he’d been begging her to take him up on for weeks. All she would give him back was her iconic side-eye before she’d go back to reading the novel in her lap and occasionally picking at the bowl of freshly-cut fruit she’d swiped from the prop table.

“And that’s a wrap on scene one!” one of the directors called out over the crashing waves.

Harry did what was proper - shaking hands and bowing heads and saying his ‘thank you’s before all but jogging over to where she was sat underneath the oversized pale-blue gingham printed umbrella.

“Change yeh mind yet?”

He had his hands on his hips, fingers resting on hem of the crochet-knit tank top he’d chosen himself for the occasion. She waited until she finished the page she was on before even daring to peer up at him through her sunglasses.

“How are you not dying in those pants?” was all that Y/N gave in response before going back to her book.

“‘M absolutely wretched down there if that’s what you’re askin. But yeh didn’t answer my question, lovie.”

She sighed heavily, dog-earring her place in her novel and casting it aside it in the sand before leaning up to rest her elbows on her knees.

“I just don’t know why you want me to be in it so badly. This is your video. If I’m in it, everyone’s gonna go crazy and it’ll be an even bigger shit show in the press than it’s already going to be.”

This made Harry crouch down to her level, his white loafers digging even deeper into the sand as he leaned on his haunches.

“That’s exactly why I want yeh t’ be in it. ‘S my video and that’s what I want. Want this t’ be fun and it would be even more fun if I had m’ girl with me.”

She stared at him, silently giving him her please drop it look, but it only spurred him on further.

“If it’ll make yeh feel any better, I’ll make sure you’re not in it a bunch when it comes ‘round t’ editing. Barely put yeh up close too.”

That was enticing,Y/N could admit. He’d surely let her have the final say in how much she was involved, but there was still a lot of stress that came with being on camera. Especially in her state. She knew she wasn’t exactly hiding anything, as they’d been spotted countless times in public and their friends had posted photos to their stories with her body clearly visible in them, but some things she’d rather not shine a direct spotlight on. Doing something like this would most definitely be putting her business on display for the world to see, and she wasn’t sure if she was ready for that. 

“Please, baby? I won’t ask yeh again, but I’d really love it if you were beside me.”

She wet her lips with her tongue, eyes darting up to the underside of the umbrella as she really, truly contemplating giving in to Harry’s pleads. On her life, she can barely recall a time when she hadn’t given Harry anything that he wanted. He just had a way with people that wasn’t manipulative or conniving in any way - he was magnetic. Everything about him was so charismatic and mesmerizing and anyone that met him found themselves gravitating towards him and going along with whatever he was saying or suggesting. I mean, she let him put a baby in her for christ’s sake.

“Help me up out of this thing and find me something to wear,” she huffed, to which Harry dramatically punched the air with his fist in celebration.

“One condition,” she interjected his boast and Harry tilted his ear in her direction and tapped his earlobe with his finger to show her that he was listening.

“You have to go down on me when we get home. It was torture watching you finger that watermelon, but I’m pretty sure you already knew that.”

“Yeh talkin’ like yeh think I wasn’t gonna try t’ squeeze in a quickie during lunch anyway.”

He pulled her up to her feet, making sure to keep a steady hand on her back as he led her away from the ocean and towards the beach entrance where the trailers were parked.

//

“Wha’ about this one?” Harry asked as he pulled a strapless swimsuit with a palm tree print littered about the fabric and presented it to her.

“One wrong step and my tits will fall right outta that thing,” she quipped.

Harry held it at arm’s reach so he get a better look at the garment himself.

“Yeah. You’re right. They are gettin’ pretty big, aren’t they?”

There was no malice laced within his comment, but when he felt a harsh backhand graze his shoulder, he realized what he’d just said.

“Jesus, Y/N. I’m sorry. Didn’t mean it like tha’. Yeh know I love your boobs. Especially now.”

He tried to make up for it by reaching his hand out to playfully grab at Y/N’s chest, but she slapped his fingers away and continued thumbing through the racks filled with dozens if not hundreds of swimsuits for something she could manage to squeeze herself into.

“Ohh, wait! This one’s nice.”

Harry’s fingers got tangled in the lacy straps of the neighboring article of clothing beside the one he was trying to pull out, making a few hangers crash to the ground with a harsh sound against the linoleum. When she saw what he had found, she didn’t hate it. It was a sherbet-orange colored bikini that seemed as if it would cover everything she was concerned about showing, and the bottoms looked like they’d be somewhat decent at keeping her ass contained and wouldn’t ride up and make her constantly have to readjust it every five minutes. 

“Alright, Styles,” she squinted her eyes and nodded in approval.

“I’ll bite.”

He watched her as she peeled her romper that perfectly cradled her small yet still mighty bump, lingering for just a bit too long when she unhooked the back of her bra and dropped it to the floor.

“You gonna give me the swimsuit or are you gonna keep staring at me? It’s fucking hot in here, Harry.”

She was stark naked and had her hands on her hips, a sticky veil of sweat still shining on her skin from the mugginess of the wardrobe trailer. Harry couldn’t help but chuckle at her state, his heart full of nothing but admiration for the girl standing in front of him.

“Here, I’ll help yeh into it.”

Harry kneeled down to the floor and guided her legs through the bikini bottoms. Just as he pulled them up around her thighs and onto her hips, he gave her bump a quick kiss. 

“We’re kinda matchin’ yeh know,” Harry babbled as he fastened the straps on her top.

“‘S the same color as m’ nails,” he stuck a leg out in front of her to wiggle his toes and show off the bright orange pedicure he’d gotten that morning.

“That’s disgustingly cute actually. Maybe I should change,” she joked.

“No way,” he dismissed her.

“Yeh ass looks too good in this one.”

Harry clapped both hands against her bum with gentle force, the two of them erupting into a fit of giggles. He spun her around by the shoulders to get a good look at her body, protruding belly and all, in the clementine orange swimsuit.

“M’ pretty, pretty girl,” he whispered as his lips met hers in a kiss.

“You’re lucky I love you enough to do this.”

“I know I am,” Harry muttered against her mouth.

“Alright,” he continued.

“Just gotta change into m’ shorts and then I’ll be good t’ go. Meet yeh at the umbrella?”

“Oh hell no,” she jested.

“If you got to see me naked, I get to see you naked. Now get to stripping.”

//

The day went by in a blur.

What was supposed to be a brief cameo turned into Harry dragging Y/N into every scene he possibly could. When the directors instructed the models to gather in a pile around the pop star, he found his head perched in her lap, nestled perfectly atop her thighs with his temples pressed against her belly. When they’d wanted clips of everyone romping about the shoreline, he’d ended up carrying her around the beach after she’d gotten winded from doing one-too-many takes.

“Harry, I cannot fucking do this anymore,” she panted.

“I can practically feel my cankles growing.”

“Fine then,” he replied, hooking his forearm around the underside of her knees and scooping her up so that she was cradled against his burly chest.

“I’ll just carry yeh.”

He’d made her feed him raspberries as he sang the lyrics into the camera, even going so far as to suck on her fingers seductively when she went to drop one into his mouth. It wasn’t intended to be a serious attempt at filming the video, only him messing around and trying to get a rise out of her as he always did, but everyone ultimately decided that that the take they were going to use. She’d cursed him out under his breath, but they both knew it was for making her practically soak her knickers rather than getting dragged into more than she bargained for during the shoot.

Constantly, his hands always found themselves gravitating towards her belly. Whether it was rubbing her taught skin like a crystal ball as he sang the chorus instead of gesturing to the large watermelon that he was supposed to be holding, he couldn’t keep his hands off of her.

She’d known it was bound to happen at one point, but sometime throughout the afternoon he’d called for her and when she turned around, he was had shoved a watermelon up under his sheer, yellow blouse.

“Y/N!” Harry shouted at her from a few yards away, interrupting a lovely conversation she was having with one of the models.

“I’m you!”

He gestured to the fruit stuffed inside of his shirt, toyfully stroking the exterior in the manner that she always found herself doing even she wasn’t realizing. 

It made everyone, and I mean everyone, explode in laughter. It only made her hide her face in her hands after promptly shoving her middle finger in his direction.

But she’d gotten him back. When the director wanted shots of each of the girls taking bites out of a slice of watermelon, she’d made sure to take the messiest bite she could manage so that the juice ran down her chin and down the valley of her breasts. Y/N threw her head back as if were the greatest thing she’d ever tasted, exposing the column of her neck that Harry loved to mark up and bruise with his skillful tongue and lips.

“Yeh tryin’ t’ make me hard right now?” he all but growled in her ear when she’d joined him behind the camera so the next model could have their turn.

She simply cocked her head to one side and smirked up at him.

“Payback’s a bitch, isn’t it? I’m going to the bathroom. All of this watermelon’s making me have to pee.”

When it came time for the portrait and everyone was being distributed their designated slice of fruit, Y/N found herself confused when Harry pulled her out of line.

“What are you doing, H?”

Harry held up a hand to signal that he’d be right back, to which he returned with an uncut watermelon. Quite possibly the biggest watermelon that she’d ever seen at that.

“Yeh don’t get a slice, yeh get the whole damn watermelon.”

They’d all piled up on the bench and stared stoically into the camera, only instead of raising the wedge to their lips to take a bite, Y/N sat on the grass at Harry’s knees, a whole watermelon resting in between her legs in front of her bump.

//

Y/N’s day ended up being far more fun than she’d ever imagined it could have been despite her constant nagging and jabs at Harry’s expense. While she’d initially only agreed to be a part of Harry’s music video under the condition that her role would be minimum, she was secretly hoping that all of their side conversations and what would be considered “outtakes” would actually make in into the final cut. 

In fact, she’d had so much fun that at the end of the day when filming had wrapped and her and Harry were on the way home, the gentle hum of his convertible and the cool breeze that followed a blistering day on Malibu beach had slowly began willing her eyes shut. 

“Baby,” Harry beckoned her from the driver’s seat.

“Hmm?” Y/N picked her head up from where it was leaning against the window to look over at him.

“Don’t go t’ sleep on me now.”

He reached over to grab her left hand that had settled itself on top of her round stomach. Before lacing his fingers with hers, he kissed her knuckles tenderly.

“Still got t’ go down on yeh when we get home. Bet yeh gonna taste like strawberries.”

[rowyn-writes]

Funny Business

Warnings: Angst, fluff, language

Pairings: Gabriel x Winchester!Reader

Characters: Gabriel, Dean, Sam, Castiel, Rowena, Jack (mentioned only)

Word Count: 2.2k

Summary: You’re Dean’s daughter, and you’re all getting ready to go to apocalypse world to rescue Jack, your best friend. When Gabriel sees that you’re upset about Jack’s absence, he tries to cheer you up and confesses that he likes you.

Requested by @daisyelll​

You missed your best friend.

It felt like Jack had been in apocalypse world for centuries. Of course you missed you grandmother, Mary, but you weren't really that close with her.

Yeah, Dean Winchester was you father. He had you at a young age, 22, to be exact. Your 'mother,' wasn't really ready to be a mom yet, so she had given you to Dean in hopes he would be a good father to you. And he was.

Dean didn't want you to grow up the way he did, so he never took you traveling. Most of the times, you would stay at Bobby's house, but your dad called to check in every night and to say 'I love you,' before you would fall asleep. Whenever he was in between hunts, he would always come see you and do a 'Daddy-daughter date,' where he would take you to the movies and go out to eat.

When Sam was stuck in the Cage with Lucifer, Dean came and got you, taking you to live with him, Lisa and Ben. You loved your little dysfunctional family. Lisa was a good female influence in your life, seeing as how your own walked out on you. That's why you were devastated when Castiel wiped Ben and Lisa's memories of the Winchester's.

But that all happened when you were a kid. Now, your 21, and desperately trying to find a way to bring your best friend back from apocalypse world.

You had never connected with someone like you connected with Jack. He was like your brother, and you'd kill to protect him.

"Where is the Witchy Winchester?" A Scottish voice filled the air. That was a nickname that Rowena gave you. A few years ago, you had dabbled a bit in magic, and ever since, she had been adamant on training you.

"Rowena!" You said happily, hugging the woman.

"Y/n Winchester." She smiled as she looked at you with sad eyes. "How are you, deary?"

"I'm powering through." You assured her. "I'm just ready to get my family home." Your father rested a hand on your shoulder, giving it a comforting squeeze.

"We'll get them back, sweetheart." He kissed the top of your head.

"It would be a lot faster if this dumbass, impotent archangel would grow a pair and lend some grace!" You growled loudly enough for Gabriel to hear from wherever he was in the bunker.

"Oh whatever, Baby Winchester! You try being tortured by a Prince of Hell and see how you feel." He called back.

"I was." You deadpanned. "And do you see me acting like a little bitch? No." Sam and Dean snickered at your comment.

"Alrighty then," Rowena said before your argument could continue. "Let's get started." She set down a large bowl on the table, along with a bunch of other ingredients. "Fruit from the tree of life." You began gathering your things, such as clothes, non perishable foods, water, and of course, weapons. You and your father had argued earlier on in the day about you joining them to go to apocalypse world, which ended in a screaming match that you won. You definitely got your temper from you father. "Blood of a most holy man." Sam tossed over a pack of glow sticks that you put in the bag. "And ah. . ." Rowena reached up and plucked a hair out of Dean's head.

"Ow!" He complained, rubbing the back of his head. You rolled your eyes as you continued to pack.

"Something from the other side." Rowena finished, adding his hair to the mix.

"Hey. How’s Gabriel." Sam asked when Cas entered the room.

"He said he needed a minute alone." He said, his voice a low rumble. "He wanted to extract his grace by himself. In private." You shivered at what the Angel told you. You did not want to imagine what he was doing to extract his grace. Your uncle and father had the same disturbed look on their face as you did. "So I left him alone in Dean’s room."

You bursted out laughing, your eyes crinkling at the edges like your dad's did. "You what? No." Dean seemed very grossed out at the thought of what Gabriel was doing in his room.

"I hate to interrupt, but I can’t be the only one to noticed the rather glaring hole in this plan." No one seemed to pay attention to the witch as you continued packing up for the trip. "We open up the rift, it gives us a day to find and save your Mom and the boy. And it’s a very big world over there, and you’re not even sure where they are, so. . . "

"She's right." Cas spoke up. "The clock may run out on us."

"Yeah. It might." Sam seemed indifferent and unconcerned. You couldn't help but feel the same way. All you wanted was your family back together. You tucked your loaded gun into the waistband of your jeans, covering it with your flannel shirt.

"Yeah, well we don’t have any better ideas." Dean shrugged.

"Mm, that’s inspirational."

"Here it is!" Gabriel exclaimed, walking in with a very dim looking vial of his grace. " The final ingredient - a fresh serving of archangel grace."

You raise your eyebrow, tilting your head to the side. "That's pathetic." You announced, earning a snort from Rowena.  "Dude, I could give more 'grace' than that, and I'm a human. You could do better." Gabriel scoffed at your words.

"That is the jet fuel of divine emissions." He proclaimed. You gave a little gag, as Dean and Sam gave him disgusted looks. "It’ll be more than enough to get the job done."

You, Rowena and Cas gave each other skeptical looks. You all knew that there was no way that was going to work.  You shook your head as Rowena added more ingredients to the spell. You strapped two katana's on your back, adjusting them so they fit comfortably.

"Ya know, we won't judge you if you chose to sit this one out, kiddo." Your dad tried to convince you to stay back once more.

"Dad." You whispered, linking your hand with his. "I want to go. You're my family, and we don't leave family behind. Never." Dean gave you a small smile as he squeezed your hand. You noticed from the corner of your eye that Gabriel was watching you with curious eyes.

Rowena called you over to her, needing assistance with casting the spell. It was a rather powerful one, meaning it might need two witches instead of one. "Ready, deary?" You nodded.

"Koth Munto Nuntox." You both bellowed, motioning your hands towards the place where the rift was supposed to open. It gleamed orange, but you could tell the light was fading. There was no way anyone was going through that rift.

"Okay, everyone ready?" Cas asked the group.

"Yeah, all right." Sam nodded.

"Let’s do this." Dean agreed.

"Let's get our family back."

As you go to step through the rift, just like you expected, it began to fizzle and lean to the side. You all tilted along with it.

"Okay, that was very, very fast." You noted. The group seemed to agree with you.

"One could even say premature." Rowena remarked, making you laugh. Gabriel seemed to be flustered by you laughing at Rowena's joke.

"Um. . . I thought it would be enough." Gabriel coughed.

"All right, great. What do we do now?"

"I think we all know what to do." You said grimly. Rowena sent you and Sam a terrified look. You gripped her hand to give her reassurance. "I don't like this as much as the next person, but we need an Archangels grace. And it seems there's only one left on this god forsaken world that can actually provide his grace."

"No." Sam shook his head.

"We need to get Lucifer."

.

. .

. . .

You had decided to stay back while Sam, Dean, and Cas went to get Lucifer. Gabriel had already offered his assistance before coming back to the bunker. You were holed up in the library, starting at old pictures and videos on your phone. All of them were of you and Jack.

You giggled as you watched a video of Jack trying ice cream for the first time. "Ah!" He exclaimed, rubbing his temples. "Is it supposed to hurt? Is this some kind of torture that humans use on each other?"

The video shook as you began to laugh. "No, silly. You just ate it too fast. It's actually really good if you slow down and savor it!"

You felt a tear roll down your cheek as you scrolled through pictures of the two of you. He was your best friend. Your brother. And it hurt like hell to be so close to getting him, but still not quite there.

"Hey, Baby Winchester!" Gabriel said happily, walking into the room. "Guess who just captured Lucif-" He cut himself off as he saw the state you were in.

You quickly wiped away your tears, exiting out of the video app on your phone. "What do you want, Gabriel?" You sniffed.

"Are you okay?" He asked, seeming genuinely concerned, which shocked you. The Archangel never cared about anyone but himself.

"I-I'm fine." You nodded.

He frowned as he approached you, sitting down in one of the arm chairs. "Hey, what's with the waterworks?"

You bit the inside of your cheek, shaking your head. If you spoke, you were sure to sob. You calmed yourself before you began to speak. "I miss Jack." You confessed. "He could always make me laugh when I needed to. And right now, I really need to laugh." Your voice broke as you talked.

Gabriel's frown deepened. He knew you to be this strong warrior, this tough young woman who feared nothing and no one. And to see you so broken hurt him. He stood up, snapping his fingers as he did so. I Wanna Dance With Somebody began to play.

"Really?" You asked, raising an eyebrow at the man.

"Yes, really. Now get your ass off that chair and come dance with me. You know, many women would kill to be in your position." You glared at him, feeling skeptical. It was known that Gabriel was a huge flirt. Hell, not even two hours earlier, he was flirting with Rowena, who quickly shot him down, clearly not interested.

"If you try anything, I'll kill you faster than you can say uh-oh." Gabriel held his hands up in surrender, silently promising that he wasn't going to pull any funny business. You slowly got up off the couch and walked towards him. He extended his hand, which you hesitantly took. Gabriel spun you around, making you gasp in surprise.

"I'm quite the dancer, if you didn't know." He smirked. You still weren't in the mood to put up with his bull shit. "I'm going to make you laugh, if it's the last think I do." He promised.

"Why do you care so much if I'm unhappy. You barely know me." You mumbled as Gabriel led you around to room.

"Because, from how little I do know about you, I know that seeing you cry is a rarity. You're this badass warrior goddess that supposedly doesn't have any emotion." You were about to question him when Gabriel interrupted you. "You're a legend in the Supernatural World." He explained.

"Yeah, for being Dean Winchester's daughter." You said bitterly.

"Ah, now why is that such a bad thing?"

"Because I want to be known for the people that I've saved and the good that I do. Not for just being my dad's daughter."

"Well, trust me, sweetheart, that's not all you're known for." You looked up at Gabriel as he rocked you back and forth to the music. He clearly wasn't pleased with the fact that you were still frowning, so he picked you up off the ground and twirled you around.

You gave a giggle of excitement as he did so, earning a proud grin from Gabriel. He began hopping around the room, making you laugh harder. "There's that beautiful laugh."

"Beautiful." You scoffed. "Yeah, okay."

"Why do you find it so hard to believe that someone would use that word to describe you?"

You shrugged. "Because no one thinks of me that way."

"Now, that's not true. I'm sure many, many men and women would love to be with you." Gabriel insisted, which made you blush.

"Why are you being so nice to me?" You asked.

"Well, if I told you, I think there would be a multitude of people trying to murder me." He confessed.

You gave him a questioning look, not realizing what he was trying to tell you.

"Jeez, you Winchester's are so oblivious. I like you, Y/n. But I know if I acted on anything, you're family would murder me in a heartbeat."

You looked at him for a moment before grabbing his jacket and pulling him in for a kiss. It took him a moment to kiss you back, but when he did, you were breathless. "Then we don't tell anyone. Not yet at least."

"Ooh, a secret love. I like that sound of that, Winchester." He murmured as he kissed you again.

.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.

I can promise there will be a part two, hehe. 

[thirstystarkey]

HATE CAN SOUND LIKE LOVE • JJ MAYBANK

Summary: JJ and Y/N have always fought, since everyone can remember. They both have short tempers and a endless love for surf and chaos. But what happens when they have to pretend to be a couple? Well.. people always said that hate can sound like love sometimes.

Warnings: Mention of underage drinking, drugs, minor violence, some smutty scenarios and a ton of sexual induendos, JJ being a hot idiot and Y/N a wild girl brat

CHAPTER 19

The midsummers party was just around the corner, in fact it was happening in a few hours but Y/N couldn’t bring herself to find within her the strength to get up and get ready, she even thought about faking the flu which didn’t work since her mom knew her best than everyone else in the face of the earth.

A soft knock echoed through the room, the sun was just setting and decorated everything in shades of orange and pink, her mom made her way to her daughter’s bed seeing how unhappy Y/N had been in the last few days broke her heart. Y/N wasn’t the type of girl to stay more than a few days at home without her friends but since JJ got arrested and his father went to pick him up angrily she hadn’t left home nor she had seen her friends pretty much, surfing had the same end.

“Darling.” Her mom called, playing hit her curls. “I know you are sad and don’t want to go but it’s really important that you do. Being outside, seeing your friends who miss you and especially get some fresh air.” She tried to convince Y/N who sat up to look at her mom properly. Her dark circles more prodominant.

“Can’t I just stay home?” Y/N begged without emotion.

“No Y/N come on and you need to take a shower and get ready.” Her mom ordered. “Your dress was a expensive, pretty expensive and I don’t have that money to sit dead in a closet so make good use of it.”

Y/N rolled her eyes once sher mom left, not that she was round she wasn’t but at that moment Y/N preferred to be sucked into a black hole than shower and get all fancy for a stupid event but she disinterested want to upset her mom either since she knew all the struggles she dealt with duo to the money.

“Guess I don’t have an option this time.” Y/N said defetead once the warm water hit her body, leaving goosebumps all over her shoulders. It felt nice and Y/N needed some self care.

After the shower she stepped out of the bathroom to find her dress laid out in her bed waiting for her. Her mom thought everything through. It was a beautiful dress that Y/N couldn’t argue, the soft shade of blue was her favorite color and remained her of a calm day at the ocean she so dearly missed.

Y/N stepped into the dress, getting a look at the full body mirror. She smiled at herself patting the full skirt of the dress thinking about JJ, she wanted him to be there, to see her in that dress, she wanted to see him and tell him everything was okay but she knew it wouldn’t happen that night since he had invatition to the midsummers party.

“You look beautiful.” Her mom bursted out once she saw her daughter, coming down the stairs.

“Don’t cry please mom.” Y/N joked.

Even though the midsummers was going well and Y/N was reunited with her friends she still felt uneasy in the kooks land. Sarah apologized to her for her brother maniac idea, that didn’t brought JJ back to her but still helped to ease the pain in her heart and she knew Sarah was nothing like her brother, she was a sweet girl.

“You look so beautiful!” Kiara hugged her for the trillion time that night.

“Thank you Kie, you look absolutely gorgeous too.” She laughed feeling Kiara’s arma crush her.

“How are you dealing with everything?” She asked.

“I don’t know.” Y/N shrugged her shoulders watching her friends party from a distance as she and Kiara sat to cool down. “I really miss him you know, I miss him taunting me and I miss being with him.” Y/N confessed.

“You like him don’t you?” Kiara questioned bluntly.

“Kiara!” Y/N slapped her arm.

“C’mon!! You can tell me anything!” Kiara begged.

“Yes. I guess I do.” Y/N said fast. “Wait I do know, I like JJ, I have feelings for him.”

“I knew it!” Kiara screamed catching some people’s attention who were near by. “You’ve always had feelings for each other, I saw it and I was sure way way back.”

“Sure, Sherlock Holmes.” Y/N laughed. “I just wish he was here.”

“Yeah... I miss JJ too.” Kiara agreed. “Come on, lets dance!” She tried to cheer up Y/N by puller her up on her feet again pushing her by the hand to the middle of her friends.

Y/N danced around with Sarah and Kiara for a few minutes before John B appeared, he was there since he was dating Sarah, he had a sly smirk on his face was he pulled Y/N to spin.

“You need to go inside.” He said. “There’s someone who wants to talk to you.” John B winked at her.

“No way.” She said covering her mouth. Feeling a rush of adrenaline through her body.

“Yes.” John B laughed. “Come on, go before he gets in trouble!”

Y/N didn’t answer, being go excited to even process a coherent phrase, she ran straight inside where the indoor bar took place. For her surprise she found JJ Maybank there, behind the bar, pretending to work as one of the catering guys. The bar was empty, for her luck.

“What will you desire mademoiselle?” He asked, with a big smile. Seeing her after almost a week apart, they never been so long without each other not even when they “hated” each other.

She ran to him, hugging him tightly. It didn’t felt real at all, so she made sure to really press herself against him, finding a sweet spot to nestle her head where his neck met his shoulder.

“I missed you so much stupid ass mop head.” Y/N whimper into his skin.

“I know I know, I missed you being a brat as usual.” He mocked, hugging her even more, hands moving all along her back. “You have no idea how bad I missed you.” He whispered.

“Don’t disappear again please.” Y/N closed her eyes at the familiar scent of JJ.

“Baby I was arrested, I didn’t disappear.” He joked pulling away. “I’m here now, I’m not going anywhere.” He assured her grabbing her face, but her loving expression changed to a worried one once she got a better look at his wounded face.

“Did Shoup do that?” Y/N questioned terrified as she brushed one finger through his slightly bruised cheek, scared to hurt him.

“Oh, this? No.” He shrugged his shoulders. “I was my dad, you know, he was that right jab.” JJ said like it wasn’t a big deal but for Y/N it felt like her whole world tremble beneath her feet. “Can really snap it off at times.” He added but Y/N didn’t took it.

“Looks more than a jab to me JJ.” She said serious even though her voice was shaky.

JJ sighed pulling her into an embrace again, he caressed her hair, calming her for a bit before kissing her forehead. “You don’t have to worry about this and a mean it Y/N.”

“But I worry about you.” She said headstrong.

“I forgot how stubborn you are.” JJ teased her.

“Good cause I’ll always be.”

Before JJ had time to answer Rafe and his minions entered the room, surprising them.

“Why don’t you get me something to drink, my friend.” Rafe demanded, making Y/N stomach turn.

“Your bed time already passed, my dear kook friend.” JJ teased stepping in front of Y/N.

“I can kick your ass back to jail so don’t be too funny.” Rafe threatened.

It was all happening again, with a blink of an eye Topper and Kelce already had JJ and Rafe stood in front of him presumptuous.

“Starting to look a lot like your dad.” Rafe commented viciously and Y/N wanted to sink her heel into his eyes.

“And you haven’t change a thing, still like three to one type of fights.” JJ fighted back, spitting in his face.

“Oh, shit.” Rafe laughed darkly wiping his face.

Before they had the change to touch JJ a security guard entered the room, asking if something was wrong and for the first time Y/N thanked the presence of autorithy.

“Yes sir!” JJ said onde he was free. “See I crashed this beautiful party, so the security must suck, you should escort me out if you please.” He raised his wrists in the air making Y/N confused.

“Are you crazy?” She asked him when the security began to escort him out.

In front of everyone to see the disgusting security pushed JJ like he was a stay dog even though JJ warned him not to, that alone made Y/N blood boil inside her with a deep rage ignited by the poor system they lived in. She found it not worth of her respect and although her mom was there witnessing everything and Y/N wasn’t the type of girl to cause a scene she couldn’t help herself watching the boy she adored being treated unfairly after all that happen, so she took manners to her own hands.

“Let him go.” She screamed making everyone look at her. “I invited him.” She said serious as the security guard let JJ go. “So don’t fucking touch him again.” She warned.

JJ watched her talk like that with a one mouth, he didn’t knew if he found it arousing or if he was extremely proud of his girl. Y/N began to walk his way when a rush of adrenaline ran to JJ’s body and he said without thinking:

“Come one pogues unite!” JJ said loudly making Y/N laugh as she ran the rest of the way to his arms. He picked her up, spinning her around in his arms. “Kie!” He pointed at her, making the communist symbol with his wrist.

Soon the group was reunited again, the angry a parents warning them as they ran through the grass away from the midsummers party. Sarah eventually joined them, sick of her parents and her brother.

Y/N got rid of her shoes the moment her feet touched the sand, her dress in her hands raised up to her calves as she and her friends walked down the beach, sitting down in a makeshift circle.

“I didn’t forgot your plan.” JJ winked at her, remembering when she told her friends she’d ran from the midsummers. “I also brought this with me.” He pulled a few blunts out of his pocket.

“I desperately need one.” Y/N laughed taking one from JJ’s hands.

“I got you.” He laughed, lighting the blunt he gave her. Passing the rest to his friends.

The calm waves breaking in the shore in front of them made the atmosphere more serene away from all the kook chaos muffled in the background. They spend the rest of the night like that, playing games and teasing each other as the blunts burned away.

Once everyone left JJ and Y/N alone, discreetly coming up with excuses to leave and give them some much needed privacy, they laid into the sand looking at the clear sky like the first time they kissed.

“I really missed you.” Y/N said again, this time sultry against his ear lobe.

“Yeah you did?” JJ asked, turning on his side to face her. “How much?” He added running one hand throughout her sides slightly pushing her against him.

“You have no idea.” She whined through a small laugh. “This much.” She whispered against his lips, brushing them against his. JJ pulled her close to her by her thigh who surround his waist like a hook.

Every time they kissed it seemed like time stood still for a couple seconds. JJ was on top of her as his fingers ran down her exposed thigh while he kissed her lips desperately trying to cease the hunger he felt deep inside him.

“JJ.” She called through a moan, clawing softly at his back. “I really want you but I don’t wanna do this here.” Y/N admitted pulling away even though she really wanted him at the moment.

“Don’t worry sugar, we don’t have to do anything you aren’t comfortable doing.” He assured her, kissing her sweetly, playing with a string of hair of hers.

“You’re not mad?” Y/N asked inscure.

“Of course I’m not mad Y/N, why would I be?” JJ said getting off her, laying again next to her, pulling her into a tight embrace.

“I don’t know, sometimes boys get mad about this stuff.” She said looking at the stars.

“Fuck them, they’re stupid.” JJ kissed her temper. “You don’t own me anything.” He assured nestling into her side.

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[caxsthetic]

Not Anymore

Kageyama Tobio x F!Reader

You lose them not because you didn’t love them anymore. You lose them because you didn’t prioritize them anymore.

Kageyama Tobio didn't know what he needs to do when he saw you there, talking with one of the Miya twins while wearing your usual smile. It's been years since the last time he saw you, years since he left you not long after he knew that he will join V.League around five years ago.

Should he approach you? Are you going to be okay if he greets you? But somehow, he couldn't help but remember the look in your eyes that one time. Maybe he should just turn his back and leave the place where he stood right now. That would be the best option, but he seems to be taken by your presence.

His eyes bore on your figure, noting every little detail as you laugh. Your smile never changes, it's still the same smile that you used to wear when cheering for him on the stands. You still love to play with your hair, and it always calmed you down somehow. And your laugh still the same, a laugh that could make everyone in the room cheered up.

"Tobio," You called out to him, "Hey, I am here." He was sobbing and curled up in the corner of his room. When you heard he was home, you immediately ran there, knowing he needs someone to accompany him tonight.

Today, Karasuno has lost from Aobajohsai, Oikawa Tooru's school. Your boyfriend practised hard every day to show his senior about how much he has changed. He is not the same tyranny king as he used to be in Kitagawa Daiichi. But still, luck is not on his side today.

You immediately wrapped your arms around his figure. It was tense at first, still new with this feeling. You are his first girlfriend, it surprised everyone when they know someone would want to date him. Kageyama wouldn't lie, he was surprised when you say that you like him back.

Slowly but surely, his figure started to relax at your touch. You pulled his head to your chest, kissing the crown of his head and cradle him on your lap. His arms timidly circled on your neck, clinging on you like a baby.

Both of you stayed like that for a while, no words were spoken, but you knew your gesture was enough to make him understand the love that you were ready to give for him,

"H-hey," His voice was harsh after crying for hours, "Is it okay if you stay for the night?" The gaze that he gave to you was desperate, so the only right thing to do was accept him. He moves your body to his bed, pulling you to his embrace as he becomes the big spoon.

"You are so cute sometimes, Tobio~" You cooed, teasing him to ease the awkwardness from the air.

"I-I am not!" He pouted, but his arms wrapped around you tighter. You snuggled into his neck, feeling the warmth from his skin, "Hey, (Y/n)." He gulped, eyes staring to your messy hair. You hummed, still enjoying how his touch soothe you, "Can you promise me something?"

"Hm? What is it, Tobio?" You looked up at him, widened a little when you realised how close your face was. He was stunned too, especially with how your breath touched his lips, "Tobio?"

"S-Sorry," Blush crept on his cheek as he said it, "Please promise that you will never leave me." His voice sounded serious, it's like he couldn't imagine his life without you already. You blinked, didn't know what to say at first.

Confessing is scary, that's what always lingering in his mind. But he knew you, even if your answer wouldn't satisfy him, you will say it so carefully that he wouldn't mind at all.

"Okay," You smiled, kissing his nose at the process, "I would never leave you, Kageyama Tobio." He closed his eyes as you leaned in, touching your lips to his. It was soft and he feels like he was a winner today, already forget about the event this evening. The kiss was quick, not more than ten seconds, but it feels like forever.

You put your forehead on his, still closing your eyes while your thumb caressing his cheek, "I promise I will never leave," He smiled to hear you repeat the words, "Not until you asked me to,"

That night, he pouted and telling you that you are mean for even thinking that he wants you to be out from his life. But then, he is the one who broke the promise and asked you to leave. Kageyama shook away all of the memories, slapped his cheek before fleeing the scene.

You blinked, feeling like you saw a familiar figure at the corner of your eyes. So you turned to the left, found no one. Maybe it's just your feelings, after all, you shrugged it off and set your gaze back to the man in front of you.

"What is it, (Y/n)?" Miya Osamu could see the confusion that was written in your face, "Do you saw some old friends? Do you want to catch up with them? I could tell-"

"No no no!" You immediately know what he was going to say, "I will take these onigiris, okay? I want to be there for him!"

Kageyama currently walked around the hallway, both hands coated in his pocket. His mind kept coming back to you. It's been years since he's on V.League, he wonders what makes the woman that he used to love watching this one particular match. He let out a bitter snort when the realisation hit him, Used to love, my ass.

His eyes suddenly fall to a familiar figure. Orange fluffy hair appeared in front of him, making him smirk when he knew who it was,

"Not gonna have any bowels issues today, are you?" Kageyama smirked when the man in front of him turned his head. There he stood, one of the best comrades that he ever had. One of the people that brought him here. Not as a tyrant king, but as a great setter.

"Heck no. I am not the kind of guy who gets stomach troubles before games anymore." Hinata retorted, feeling confidence after all this time.

"You'd better not, you runt," Kageyama remembered that he used to yell and hit the wing spiker with so much force. But things change as they grow up. Hinata seems to want to say something to him, but suddenly, Miya Atsumu appeared behind Hinata, putting one of his arms on the wing spiker's shoulder.

"Tobio-Kun, wouldja mind not picking a fight with my wing spiker? Hmm?" Miya's voice was sly, and it always made Kageyama's annoyed every time he heard that voice. One by one, the others piled up in front of their locker rooms, trying to joke and brag about their achievement.

Something has been nagging on the setter's mind. Seeing Hinata with a new setter made him wonder about how powerful the new duo would be. Are they going to be better than the Freak Duo, or maybe on the same level? But they are all grown up now, of course, they would be more powerful.

After joking around and promising to themselves that they will beat each other, Kageyama and the others needed to go to the court. Everyone has been waiting for this match, after all. Once he steps inside the court, he immediately looked around.

The arena brought back some nostalgia in his mind, remembering one special seat that you always seated on. Kageyama thought that you would be standing there, maybe even cheering him on, or at least cheering for his team. But of course, it was just some wild wishful thinking of him.

Kageyama will be the first one to serve. He will do the same serve just like when Japan play against France, which scores him five-point on the game. But Hinata seems to changes since he could receive it with ease.

The ball flies high to the sky, Miya Atsumu was ready to make the announcement that their team wouldn't go on without a fight. He tossed the ball to Hinata, fulfilling the promise that he ever makes when they were in high school.

Hinata spiked the ball hard, telling the whole world that he's coming back home.

Kageyama looked at the scene that unfolded in front of him, a little bit annoyed with how Miya looked so smug after successfully toss the ball to Hinata. As the set goes on, something seems to burn in his heart. The orange-haired man has now become a lot better since the last time they play together.

Miya noticed how the black-haired setter always glared at him every time he tossed the ball to Hinata. It's like Kageyama missed the feeling to tossed for the MSBY wing spiker. After all, that man is the first person who Kageyama comfortable tossing to, the one who could spike his toss, and someone who always patience with his behaviour.

The first set was done, and Kageyama's team lost with five points different. It was much, and his team was surprised by the opponent ability. He sat down on the bench and looked around, scanning the stands once again, in hoping to see the glimpse of you. It's scared him to be honest, just one look at you and his feelings emerged immediately.

He was always longing for your touch, longing for how caring you are towards him. You were always there when he needed you. But it's his decision that particular day to break the relationship that's been going for three years.

It was March 2018. Every student practically searching for their best friend, taking a picture together one last time. Today is graduation day for Kageyama and the others, today is the day he will approach his girlfriend.

You looked so beautiful that day, flowers adorning your hair, given by all of your friends. The whole day, you haven't seen the tsundere boyfriend of yours, making you worried since he didn't answer any of your messages too.

These past few days, Kageyama has been distance. It's like there will be some big news that he will drop for you. But you shrugged it off, believing that maybe your boyfriend just stressed out about college.

"(Y/n)," You turned around when you heard the familiar voice. He looks cool with his graduation attire, creating a smile on your face as you took in the sight in front of you. Your friends could only giggle at how starstruck you are to the Karasuno's setter, "Can I speak to you alone?"

There it is, the announcement that might change your life. You nodded and say goodbye to your friends for now. Both of you walk around the school grounds, he was quite the whole time as you walked side by side. Suddenly, the two of you was now standing in front of the school gymnasium.

"Do you want to pass the ball for me?" His question is weird, he knew you would never turn him down. That and the fact he didn't dare to look in your eyes as he speaks was making your mind running wild. But again, you didn't want to push anything to him. You know he will straight up telling you when he's ready.

You were now passing the ball to him. Practise like this is a date for the two of you. He would sometimes engulf your body in the middle of passing, making the ball bounce to the court as he embraced you lovingly. Though, today he was acting so distance towards you. There is no warm that emitted from him, not even a smile.

"I will joining the V.League," You stopped your movement as you heard the statement. It was his dream for a long time ago, you couldn't help but smile at this. You immediately throw the ball in your hands to god knows where. Running and tackling the setter that you love so much.

"I am so proud of you, Tobio!" His arms immediately wrapped around your waist, securing you so you didn't hit the ground, "Why you didn't tell me sooner? I really thought you are going to break up with me or something since you are so distance!" You chuckled, didn't realise how he tensed up a little when he heard the word 'break up'.

"About that," His voice sounds uncertain as he pushed you from his embrace. Both of you were now sitting on the ground, he put his gaze on the floor, didn't dare to look at you, "I do want to break up with you." It was silence for seconds,

"Hahahahah! Don't joke around like that, Tobio~!"  He looked up to see you. There were tears in your eyes, either it's because of how much you have laughed or how you could sense the serious tone as he spoke. You could only hope that it's not the latter.

"I am not joking," That sentence was enough to make you stop laughing,

"W-What-"

"I don't want to be your boyfriend anymore. I want you to leave," His words feel like a punch in the gut. How he repeated those cursed words, how serious he looked as he blurted it out, it's like a nightmare that you really want to wake up from, "I am not going to have time for you."

"But we can work things out, Tobio." There's certainty on every word you said, "I am not going anywhere, you know that." You immediately stood up, trying to process things, "I could go to your practice, we could always be spending time together when you are free, calling when we started to miss each other,"

"Stop it, (Y/n)."

"Oh! We could rent a-"

"I SAID, STOP IT!"

You gasped when Kageyama suddenly stood in front of you, eyes blazing with irritation. His hands gripped your wrist so hard that you know it will leave a trace. You are terrified, this is the first time you ever feel this way towards the setter.

He didn't let you go even when tears were already streaming down your face, "I-It hurts," You muttered, afraid that he will do something more, "K-Kageyama, it h-hurts, please." When he realised what he has done, he immediately let go of his grip.

Kageyama wanted to apologize as he looked at his own hands. But when he saw your face, he just couldn't let out any words from his lips. You are looking at him like he's some kind of monster, a look that he never found from you even when he gets frustrated after losing a match and let go all of his anger towards you.

Your eyes bore into his souls, scared that he will hurt you once again. So you ran, ran away as fast as you can and never looked back. That guy is not your boyfriend, he's not your Tobio, and you never want to meet him ever again. After all, he already told you that he didn't want you anymore.

So what's the point of staying?

Kageyama stood there, dumbfounded. Eyes still trailing at your figure that's going smaller and smaller, until he could no longer see you. He gulped, didn't know at the moment that it might be the last time he ever saw you.

How could he have done this? He promised (Y/n) he would never hurt you. He promised everyone to take care of you. And yet, he stood frozen in the middle of the gymnasium where you were used to spending time together, regret coursing through his body.

But he just stood there, not even moving his feet to chase you.

"Whoa! She is pretty!" Kageyama heard Hoshiumi complimenting someone, "Man, of course someone like Atsumu could get someone like her!" Now, he's interested in someone that will be stuck with Miya Atsumu, the douchebag. He smirked, it could be a good come back when they meet again outside of the court.

"Who is it, Hoshiumi-san?"

"I didn't know you are interested in something outside of volleyball." Ushijima remarked blatantly, "Somehow I am familiar with Miya's girlfriend," He pointed at Miya who's currently talking to someone on the VIP seat, "Is she from Karasuno?" When Kageyama sees the figure, it feels like someone just ripped his heart from its place.

There you were, standing in front of Miya Atsumu with the same attire from before. Your hands delicately patted his forehead with a towel, trying to get away as much sweat as possible. Miya said something in your ear, making you laugh before kissing your cheek with adoration stand out from his eyes. Everyone could see them both right now, and they would agree that the relationship will go to marriage.

The black-haired setter didn't know what to do at this point. He was the one who broke up with you five years ago, but why his heart still aching at the sight of you with someone else? But the man is not just someone else; it's Miya Atsumu, the second-best setter after him.

Both of them was the same. They are a setter from V.League Division 1 team, they have the same burden, they practised hard every day, and yet, he could have one thing that he needed to let go to be here right now.

Back then, letting you go seems like the best decision for him and you. He will never have time for you since he thought being in a professional team means less time outside of the court. He gulped down, still gazing at the two of you. Suddenly, Hinata ran up to you, hugging you in the process. You looked happy to see the wing spiker, patting his shoulders as the three of you laugh.

How he wished that was him.

The only thought that was running in Kageyama's mind was the fact that it could be him who stood in front of you, laughing together with Hinata. That could be him who was now circling one arm on your neck, kissing your forehead as you looked at the man with love adorning your eyes.

You used to look at him like that, you used to cheer on him in every match, you used to laugh from his action. But now you were all his; you were Miya Atsumu lovers.

"Now I know where I had ever seen her," Ushijima spoke out, the first time he saw you was when Shiratorizawa lost from Karasuno. You were tackling the setter and pamper him with kisses, it was gruesome in his eyes, but he couldn't forget how Kageyama looked at that time, loved. So when the ace found the setter's eyes glistening with tears, he knew that at one point, something was going downhill.

The referee blows the whistle, indicating the start of the second set. Kageyama stood up, eyes still focusing on you as you kissed Miya Atsumu with the same lips that once only for him. He shook his head, walking to the court.

Is it what Oikawa always felt when it comes to him or Ushijima? Losing something meaningful in his life to someone that was equal with him? His eyes bore to the opponent's setter who looks calmed and composed after the little break, his orbs filled with happiness and love, something that Kageyama hasn't felt just to be better in volleyball.

What hurts him the most was the fact that you didn't even notice his gaze. You used to have a sixth sense when it comes to him, knowing precisely if he ever in the same room as you. So when you didn't even turn to face him, he knew he had lost you entirely.

He feels like his heart is stumbling, ready to fall by the time the match is over. His gaze always falls to his opponent, the one who has you as a support system. It breaks him all apart, little by little. He really just want to get out from there, away from the thought of two important people in his life, slipped between his fingers.

Kageyama has lost in this battle to someone else. Someone who has the first person who could spike his toss without complains. Someone who has his first love in their embrace. Someone who was the same with him, but so different at the same time.

It was his fault to lose you, and it's not his right to complain why.

Because that time he told you to leave, he needed to remember that you were not his anymore.

[axwalker]

Happy Birthday, Maskaneko! A Tears in Heaven one-shot.

The beautiful edit in the moodboard was made by the talented, creative  birthday girl @mskaneko​  💕💕💕

Happy birthday again!!! As I said earlier, I’m so grateful to have you in my life. I hope you’ll spend an amazing day.

I love youuu ❤️❤️❤️ @mskaneko​

You said you’d be happy with a peek into Drake and Lexie’s life in Tears in Heaven.  So here it is. I hope you’ll enjoy it. 🎉🎉🎉

Warnings: Mention of the death of a child, grief. Language and smut. 

It’s been a tough year. Lexie and I have been working hard, and between our demanding jobs and Lennie, we’re exhausted. It’s a miracle we were both able to clear our schedules for a few days to come to Corsica to Max’s and Rashad’s house for a short vacation. We need this much more than we’re able to admit. I miss my time with Lexie. I need more of her. If there is one thing I can admit to myself, it’s that. That there is nothing more fundamental, more important to my happiness, than my wife and my little girl. 

A roar of laughter interrupts my thoughts. I look through the window, and I can’t help but smile at the sight down by the shore. Jaiden is chasing Lena to the edge of the ocean, and every time the water splashes up on her little legs, she squeals and runs back, her face animated with some mix of terror and delight. 

A throaty laugh harmonizes with my squirt’s high-pitched giggles, and Lexie walks into view. Her dark hair is scooped up into a messy bun, and she’s all long, sun-kissed legs and rounded baby-belly in her orange bikini. It will never get old, how my heart thumps a little harder when I see her. Desperate to get to her. I leave the home office and walk barefoot and bare-chested over to the windows and sliding door. Lexie and I wasted too many years and made too many mistakes before we came together again. We both had a lot of growing up to do, a lot of pain to overcome but seeing her with our little girl and Maxwell’s boy chasing the waves, seeing her pregnant again, this good life was worth all the patience in the world. She is worth the wait. I press my palm to the cool glass and let years of memories wash over me, all the painful years spent apart. Being with my family always provides perspective. I might feel exhausted sometimes, but my heart, my life is whole. The axis of my existence it’s those two people down there playing in the ocean like they don’t have a care in the world. Seeing that lifts my burdens, too. And it reminds me that we can’t let life interfere with our lives as a family. Work can’t take so much room in our lives, is not who we are. 

After turning my laptop off, I cross over to the sliding door, slipping out and not bothering with anything other than the blue shorts I’m already wearing. Lexie is laughing as Lena tries to lift Jaiden and they both collapse into the water. I walk toward them, silent until I’m close, and then run past Lexie, playfully slapping her ass. She squeaks, jumping a little, her face lighting up when she sees me. 

“Where’d you come from?” She laughs. I back my way into the cool waves and wink at her as an answer before turning to scoop up both Lena and Jai, one under each arm. “Daddy!” my girl screams in her sweet voice. I keep running until the ocean stirs around my waist and dunk them both to the neck, making sure to keep their heads out of the water. Their giggles and squeaks occupy the next five minutes of what suddenly feels like a perfect day. 

“Uncle Dake,” Jai says. “Put me up on your shoulders.” Lexie takes Helena so I can lift Jaiden. The heels of his little feet kick against my chest, and he squeezes my neck as we go deeper into the water. 

“I can swim, Mom,” Lena says from behind us. “Put me down.” 

Lena’s five, and while she still likes me to toss her around, she doesn’t tolerate it from her smaller mother all that much. I’m not crazy about it either, considering Lexie’s six months pregnant. 

“It’s deeper than you think, Lennie,” Lexie says. “I don’t think it is a good idea.”

Alexis and I went back to therapy when Helena turned three. Slowly, almost without noticing it, we were turning into overprotective, smothering parents. Lexie refused to go anywhere without her, and she’d have horrible panic attacks when her work forced her to travel. Therapy certainly helped a lot, but as much as I would love to say that it was like turning on a switch, that we don’t suffocate Lena anymore, it would be a lie. We would never be those two carefree parents we were ten years ago. But we’re trying; we both want our kids to have the best possible life. 

After begging a little more, Lexie gives in, and sure enough, in seconds, Lennie is swimming past me, her skinny arms and legs slicing through the waves, her hair in two small braids. 

“Baby, that’s fair enough,” I call out. The ocean isn’t turbulent today, but I don’t want to take any chances. It can change fast. Calm one second and treacherous the next. Lena turns, doggy paddling to stay afloat, her cute face wet and frowning. 

“But, Daddy—” 

“Do I repeat myself, Lena?” She frowns the brown eyes so like Lexie’s widening. She shakes her head. 

“No, sir.” 

“Then that’s far enough.” I gentle my words with a smile, take the few steps separating us and tap her head with Jaiden’s foot. She giggles and swims a circle around me, disappearing for a second underwater and then popping back up, laughing again.  

“I need to learn that trick,” Lexie says wryly. “I tried last week, asked her if I repeat myself, and she just stared at me and said, ‘What’d you say, Mommy?’”

 I can’t help it, I laugh, and Lexie glares at me. 

“You know she loves pressing your buttons. Every time she finds a new one, she just has to push.” 

“Looking forward to her teenage years.” I pull her close, anchoring Jaiden by one leg and looping an arm around her, cupping her stomach. 

“If she’s as sassy as you, baby. I’m not looking forward to them either.” Lexie leans her head on my shoulder, covering my hand with hers on her stomach. There’s a subtle movement beneath my fingers. 

“Lexie,” I breathe. “Did you feel that? They’re moving.” Of course, she felt it. It’s her body, but she just laughs. It’s not the first time the twins have moved, but I always seem to miss it, so it’s the first time I’ve felt the life growing inside Lexie for myself. 

“One of them is moving.” She guides my hand to the other side of her stomach. “This guy has been quiet all day.” 

“Guy?” I raise one questioning brow. “I thought we agreed we wouldn’t find out. You got some divination powers I know nothing about?” 

She shrugs. “I just have a feeling they’re both guys. God save me. Lennie and I will be outnumbered.” 

I chuckle “You hear that, Lennie? Your mom says we’re getting two boys. What do you think?” 

“I want sisters! Boys are yucky.” Jaiden jumps to the water, and they start a water war. 

“You heard the girl,” I tell Lexie. “Boys are yucky. I sure hope she’ll think like that for a long time.” 

Lexie laughs. “I honestly don’t care.” She grimaces and rubs the small of her back. “I’m so big this time, I just want them out . I’ve already gained as much weight as I had by the end with Lena. I’m huge.” 

I lean over to whisper in her ear. “You’re sexy as hell, Lexie. Always.” 

She turns her head so our mouths are mere inches apart, our lips separated by a single breath. “You think so, huh?” 

“I’ll show you tonight,” I whisper over her mouth. 

“Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!” Jaiden chants. We glance down at our godson, and both laugh. 

“You kiss all the time,” Lena mutters from a few feet away. She’s not wrong, but in my defense, her mother is irresistible. 

“Lena, we need to get back inside,” Lexie says. “We’ve been in the water all day, and you need your lunch. I bet Max made the grill sandwiches you love so much. After lunch, we can get ice cream from Amorino.” 

“A few more minutes, Mommy, please? So, Daddy can swim with me?” Lena asks, lips pouty and huge eyes pleading. If she figures out, she has me wrapped around her little finger, we’re doomed. Who am I kidding? The girl was born knowing. “You think you can keep up with me? Okay squirt. Let’s go.” 

After a while, we get out of the water and join the others for lunch in the terrace. Lena claps and rocks her shoulders, some little move she and Jaiden made up. The two are thick as thieves. Jaiden’s at our house as much as Lena is at Rash and Maxwell’s. 

“What’s that you’re drawing, Lennie?” Liv asks. She might not like kids, but she sure is crazy about her goddaughter. 

“It’s us!” Lena grins. 

“Let me see.” I reach for the paper. Lexie walks up beside me and looks down at the drawing in my hand. It’s a man-stick figure with which I assume is a stethoscope around his neck, obviously me. A shorter woman-stick she’s colored caramel and who has brown lines drawn around her shoulders for hair. Jaiden made Lexie’s stomach a circle and there’s two orange round things inside. 

“Grapefruit,” Lennie says. “Mommy said the babies are like grapefruits now.” 

“Ahhhh.” Lexie purses her lips against a smile. “You got them perfectly, baby.” 

In her drawing, she is standing between Lexie and me, holding our hands. I tilt my head, staring at what Lena’s holding in the drawing. A white bird?

“What’s that white thing your holding, squirt?” 

“It’s Tom!” She says, her smile wide and proud. “He’s an angel, like mommy said.” Tom’s name, said so unexpectedly, causes the adults on the terrace to hold their breaths collectively. Lexie goes perfectly still beside me, and her hand goes instinctively to her stomach. That old fear lives in the back of both our minds. As much as losing Tom still hurts, we talk openly about him to our daughter, making sure she knows she has a big brother looking out for her all the time, even though she never met him. 

“You can have it, Mommy,” Lena offers, her beautiful smile slipping, his childish intuition sharp enough to pick up on the shift of mood in the terrace. “I-I drew it for you, so we can put it in the twins’ nursery.”

 “It’s so good, Lennie. That’s a great idea,” I say, glancing at Lexie, who stares down at the paper. Even though she isn’t crying, her eyes have that look of shattered glass she sometimes gets when she thinks of Tom. Unfortunately, therapy doesn’t eradicate pain. Not for the first time, I wish I could carry it for her, but I can’t.

“This is your most beautiful drawing yet, Lennie,” Lexie says after clearing her voice, reaching down to caress the angel on it. “I love it very, very much. It will look perfect in their room.” She bends to kiss her hair, closes her eyes tightly and then cups Helena’s little head and kisses her forehead, too. She clears her throat and pulls back to spread an overbright smile and says, “Who’s ready for ice cream?” 

 ALEXIS

 Accident. That’s how everybody described what happened to my baby boy. An accident. It does hurt less than it used to. At first, I couldn’t think about Tom without aching and falling into a black hole. Five horrible years, where I needed to numb myself or ignore my pain to keep breathing. An empty shell that had trouble breathing. I would cringe at the sound of Tom’s name, incapable of pronouncing it myself. Not because I didn’t want to hear it, but because I wanted to hold him so badly. It’s been years, but my body perfectly recalls the sweet little weight of him in my arms. His scent still fills my nostrils if I draw a deep enough breath. I remember the dark tangle of curls brushing against my cheek. His little voice calling me mommy. Some days my head and thoughts are locked in a room with those last memories, and I don’t want to leave because he’s still there. As difficult as that day was, in that memory, he’s still there. But life goes on. It has moved on, and I’m a baby two and three. I’m years into a marriage full of love I spent five years thinking wasn’t even possible. 

“You okay?” I glance up from the table, from Lenna’s drawing, which I’ve found myself thinking about all day, to see Liv, wearing concern on her intense green eyes. The terrace is clear of dishes from tonight’s meal, and everyone’s gone to their respective corners. It’s just Livvie and me. 

“I’m fine.” The concern on her face stays. “I swear; I’m fine,” I say. “Just thinking. Remembering.” 

“Anything you want to talk about?” Her voice is unusually soft. Her gaze, as usual, is knowing. 

“I’m all talked out. A lifetime of expensive therapy will do that to a girl. I guess I’m feeling more than thinking, but I’m good.” 

“Okay. I’m here if you need me.” 

“I know Liv. I don’t know how I would have done otherwise.” 

“I think I will go join Maxwell for a nightcap”  

“Now you’re talking.” I sigh and stand from the table, squeeze her hand. “I’m going to turn in. Take a quick bath since Drake is putting Lena to bed.” 

“Alright. I’ll see you in the morning.” She gives me a wry grin. “I may even cook breakfast.” 

I deadpan, and Liv chuckles. “Did I say cook? I meant order.”

I laugh. “That’s more like it. Good night, Liv,” I say, grabbing Lena’s drawing.

After just a few minutes in the bathtub, I dry off and belt a terry cloth robe over my nakedness, smiling when both babies move. “Hello, boys.” I don’t care what Drake says, I know what I feel. “I’d love for Daddy to feel both of you move. Can we make a deal that you’ll let him feel you both at some point?” 

“Daddy would love that, too,” Drake says from the doorway. Leaning one shoulder into the door and wearing a white shirt, sleeves-rolled-up, he looks so attractive, my husband. His face grows more handsome the older he gets. He has that strong virility that somehow converts years into sexual magnetism. I walk over and reach up to caress his jaw, shadowed with stubble. 

“You have a little gray in your beard, Mr. Walker.” I close the space between us and tip my toes to kiss him. 

He grunts, closing his eyes and leaning into me, his hardness pressing into my belly. I want him so badly. The restlessness I’ve felt most of the day needs an outlet, and I know the best, most pleasurable way to get it.

 “Lie down,” he says, leading me to the bed. My hand goes to the belt of my robe, but he stops me. “I want to unwrap you myself,” he says.

 I lie on my back, and he hovers over me, connecting our eyes. I see desire there, yes, but concern, too. 

“Drake, I’m okay,” I tell him, grabbing his hand and kissing it. 

“You sure?” His dark brows form a frown. “The drawing—” 

“It took me off guard.” I pull his hand into the neck of my robe, passing his palm over my nipple until it buds beneath his fingers. “But now I want you.”

 He hesitates, searching my face and eyes before nodding. Our eyes meet, and beneath the desire filling his stare, a question lingers. 

“Drake.” I place his hand on my stomach. “I’m fine.” 

He bends to kiss my stomach, the underside of my breast. That restlessness needs attention, try to disturb my desire, but before I can allow myself to be distracted, the lights in the bedroom dim and my husband’s hands are on me. Drake opens the robe as if it’s a gift.

“Fuck baby, you’re so gorgeous.” 

He lies down to spoon me, brushes my hair aside, and kisses my nape. 

“You okay?” he asks. I know Drake well enough to hear the restraint he’s exercising. The restlessness caught him too, and in days like this, he needs wild, unbridled fucking, but he doesn’t want to hurt the twins or me. As many times as I reassure him, it’s hard for him to believe it’s okay to be as rough with me as we love sometimes. 

“Drake, please, fuck me hard. I need it as much as you do.” 

“Lexie,” he rasps, dropping his forehead against my hair. “Don’t ask. . .I can’t. . .the way I feel right now . . . I wish you knew what you do to me.” 

“Show me.” 

And he does; he takes me hard and rough. He fucks me into oblivion, until there’s nothing else but him and me. I’ve needed this desperately, craved the feeling that comes when we make love, when we’re like this, when we have this together, when he’s inside me. 

“Fuck, Lex,” he growls. “I love you.” 

Tears fill my eyes. The tears I wouldn’t allow myself earlier because Tom was years ago and I should be over it. I could hide that from myself, but I can’t hide anything from him. The tears run down my face, and they aren’t all grief or sorrow. They’re tears of gratitude for my little squirt sleeping down the hall. Tears of hope for the twins growing inside of me. Tears of happiness for the love of a man like Drake. 

“God, Drake,” I sob. “I love you, I love you.” 

Hours later, we lay together side to side, exhausted. All my restlessness gone, forgotten.

“Wow,” he says.

“Wow, I repeat. You have a magical dick.” 

We both laugh at that, and he tickles me, making me wriggle in his arms. Suddenly, we both go still, feeling the movement in my belly at the same time. Like tiny synchronized swimmers, one of my boys moves on my left and the other on the right. 

“Shit.” Drake’s gaze meets mine. “Both of them are moving. That’s. . .that’s amazing, Lex.” 

“It is. I wanted you to feel that so badly. I feel them do that all the time, but I wanted . . . I’m so happy . . .” I stop, emotionally exhausted. 

“Our life,” I say suddenly, toying with the hair on his chest.

 “What about it?” he asks, kissing the top of my head. 

I reach up to touch the flecks of gray in his stubble. “I’m so glad we met when we were young. That we will grow old together. That I’ll have a life with you. Despite all the years we spent apart. We lost so much, but now we have this life, our marriage, our kids.” 

He tenderly rubs my belly. “These kids, all worth the wait. And no matter what comes, we’ll face it together.” I turn around, he pulls me tightly against his chest, and we fall asleep together.  

[thekryptonianandthecitygirl]

Post-Zack Snyder’s Justice League

The door slowly creaks shut behind her. She’s always loved that sound - it’s the exact same one theirs used to make, back when she was just a kid and they were stationed in Florida. Her mother hated it, she truly did, and her and Lucy used to tease her about how that unimportant, barely noticeable little thing was the only one that could get her mad in a world where apparently, nothing else could.

She was always so calm - so kind. Lois’ been thinking a lot about her, lately. Missing her more, too.

The day is almost over now, and the sky has turned a beautiful shade of orange that covers all of Kansas. In the distance, both Kents are still chatting with the movers and neighbours that have shown up to help, Dusty happily jumping and running circles around Clark, who distractively reaches to pat him as he throws his head back and laughs at what’s just been said.

He looks perfect.

The stupid, love-struck smile that grows on her face at the mere sight of him should probably be considered embarrassing, but she’s too busy memorizing every detail of what she’s seeing to care.

Without looking away, she leans on the wooden balustrade and hands him a bottle. From the corner of her eye, she makes out his small nod of gratitude. “Thanks.”

Ironic, really, that he's the one uttering the word first.

“Well, thank you, actually.” The happiness on their faces today, and days ago, when they first understood Martha had the family farm back, made her heart soar.

It still does. “It really means the world to them.”

He shrugs it off. “It was nothing,” and she guesses it must indeed be a drop in the ocean that is the Wayne fortune.

Still. Oddly enough, the words ‘it’s the gesture that counts’ do apply, despite it implying a gigantic amount of money. “As I’ve said to Clark, I just undid a mistake, that’s all.”

More than one, in fact.

“Thank you for bringing him back to us," and he finally looks at her at that. “To me. Yeah, I know - you did it to save the world and all that,” she smirks, glancing in his direction when he chuckles. “But that really doesn’t change anything. So, thank you,” she says again softly, making sure to meet his eyes this time.

There’s a lot behind them, all of the sudden. Guilt too, she thinks. But soon enough, they light up, just a little.

“You’re very welcome. Although you did save our asses at Heroes’ Park - and after, technically, so that thanking each other thing could go on for a while.” Lois snorts, amused, and takes a sip of her drink.

“Yeah, let’s not.”

“Congratulations, though,” he adds, gesturing in her general direction with his own. She smiles, her thumb finding the diamond of her ring on instinct.

“Given that you brought the groom back to life, and that you bought back his childhood home we’re going to have it in, you won’t be surprised to know that you’re invited to the wedding, of course. Alfred too, by the way - I don’t think they’ve talked much, but Clark really likes him.”

It’s his turn to snort, and the fact that she’s chatting and laughing with Batman as they both wait for Superman to end his own conversation almost makes her do the same.

“Yeah, Alfred likes him too. We’ll be happy to come.”

He glances back at her, just long enough for Lois to see something close to smugness reflect on his face. “But I wasn’t referring to your engagement - I was actually talking about the baby.”

Well. She’s willing to admit that on this one, the Dark Knight did manage to sneak up on her.

“Don’t tell me I’m showing already - it’s barely been two months, I’m not mentally ready to accept that."

The amusement is clear in his voice. “Not at all, no. The non-alcoholic beer you’re currently sipping on is a big clue, though.”

“Maybe I just prefer them to the regular ones,” and this time, it’s his disgust that transpires.

“I think it’s safe to assume that nobody in the world does. Also, this afternoon you and Martha were carrying around a baby basket, baby toys, and I saw her take heavy boxes from you with a very impressive scowl a couple of times.”

Lois chuckles. “Spoken like a true detective, I see - you should join us at the Planet.”

“Well, to be fair, I don’t deserve all the credit: I was pointed in the right direction from the start,” he adds. Then, continues at her questioning look. “Let’s just say the way Clark touched and looked at your stomach when I arrived was pretty telling. The non-stop beaming didn’t help his case, either.”

Her stomach warms up at that, at that dork of hers whose happiness had indeed done nothing more than grow since she told him he was going to be a dad, his blue eyes sparkling and the most beautiful smile on his face.

“Yeah, he’s pretty excited.” So is she. Excited, happy - so happy, when just a couple of weeks before, she thought she’d never get to be ever again.

If only she could shake off the heavy weight that settled in her gut. “Let’s just hope that baby doesn’t get to live in a world ruled by Darseid.”

She doesn’t have to look at him to feel the tension that suddenly fills him. She’s starting to know it pretty well herself, after all.

“We’ll make sure he won’t.” She can see it in his eyes: the same worry, the same fear that’s been haunting her since Clark told her everything. There’s something else behind them, too, something she can’t quite put her finger on. A burden.

He looks so sure, though - so determined. A hero taking up a mission to save the world, once again.

Before Lois can add anything, the sound of engines starting up resonate, and they both look ahead to see the cars backing up the alley, and Martha and Clark turning away from them to head up to the house.

“I better go, too,” he says, straightening up.

Following his lead, Lois leans back, smiling when her eyes find Clark’s in the distance. When she looks back at him, the shadow has left Bruce’s face, the troubles of the world’s fate momentarily fading. She has no doubt it will be back soon enough.

Lois smirks, raising an eyebrow at him. “You can try. But I hope you don’t have dinner plans, because there’s no way Martha is letting you leave her house before she puts food in you.”

Taking a sip of his beer, Bruce smiles.

[sassytrickster666]

Fluff alphabet : Donny Donowitz

A while back I saw a couple of templates this Fluff Alphabet concept is based on. Unfortunately I cannot remember which(really not intentional, id never copy ideas/templates on purpose) . If you think I've gotten inspired reading your work, please let me know! 

A = Admiration (What does he absolutely adore/admire about you?)

-Your ability to always stay calm. It amazes him how you stay calm no matter what happens. When there's an emergency you´re able to keep your shit together and do something about it. 

-How ballsy you are. You can't stand when people are being a jerk for no reason and you call them out even if they are twice your size. 

-Your reliability. Donny knows you will always be there for him. A thought that calms him and makes him feel warm and fuzzy. You won´t leave him for no reason. You comfort him when he needs it (even if he says he doesn't) and you support him. 

B = Baby (Does he want a family? Why/why not?)

Yes. Yes. Yesssssss. I cannot express how much this man wants to start a family with his one great love.  Even with all the crap he has seen, the idea of bringing something as pure and innocent as a baby into this world with you is very appealing. 

When you're pregnant he´d be giddy. Completely and wholly his. He'd spoil his princess even more than usual. Extra pillow underneath your head, accompanying you everywhere, opening up doors for you. Honestly, his ´helpfulness´ drives you crazy sometimes. 

C = Cuddle (how do you cuddle each other?)

-Big spoon. Every time. Tends to throw his leg over yours in his sleep, which in turn makes sure you´re not going anywhere. -Very intense cuddler. Likes to surprise you by grabbing/cuddling you from behind and lifting you up (especially when there's other people present like his friends).

-Really loves it when you snuggle up against him, laying your head on his chest. When you do this it is another reassurance that you feel utterly and completely safe and relaxed when you are with him. 

D =Doll (What pet names does he use?)

Doll, babe, sugar, cutiepie , and his favourite; princess.

E = evenings (how do they spend their evening? So they go out? Do they read?)

While he loves hanging out with the boys he loves it even more when you join them. You get along really well with Wicki and Aldo so why wouldn't he try to take you with him? As soon as you guys had the baby he preferred just staying home with you both being wholesome and all. 

F = first date (what was it like?)

He took you out to play pool. After both of you getting over your nerves there was lots of banter. He discovered you were better at it than he expected you to be. Tough, you totally did pretend you sucked at first so he had no choice but to show you how to play. He didn't mind ´having´ to be so close to you one bit. 

G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?)

He tries to be. He is such a bull in a china shop. He's big, he's loud… and secretly quite clumsy. The sheer amount of times he accidentally headbutted you is astounding. He makes up for it by giving you the gentlest of kisses on you forehead when he leaves for work or simply thinks you're being cute. 

H = Hands (How does he like to hold hands?)

He likes holding hands, but he prefers it when you hook your arm through his. What can I say, he likes having you close to him. It also makes it easier for him to sneak kisses. 

I = Impression (What was his first impression?)

The basterds introduced the two of you. He thought you were hella pretty and had a good sense of humour. The fact that you could hold your own around these men sure said something about you too. 

J = Jealous (Does he get jealous easily?) Depends who gets close to you. He never gets jealous when any of the other basterds get near you. You could have Aldo hanging around your neck and Wicki winking at you and he won't give it a second thought. He trusts these boys with anything. However, these are not things strange men should do if they like having nuts. Or eating without a straw. Seriously, he knows you can handle yourself perfectly fine but he just doesn't trust others. He knows what men are capable of and he is protective AF. No one gets near his princess. Not that anyone that knows this huge man belongs to you would try anything. 

K = Kiss (How does he kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?)

He kissed you on the lips first. You´d kissed his cheek long before that. You usually did when saying goodbye. This time he just couldn't help himself. You were so close to him, laughing at his jokes, touching his arm. He kissed you firmly on the lips, waiting for a response from you. Once you realised what was happening and kissed him back he immediately grabbed you and held you close to him, deepening it. 

Donny is a passionate kisser and never passes up a chance to kiss you hello or goodbye or goodnight. He also likes to kiss you to assert his dominance over other men. 

L = Love (Who said I love you first?)

He looooooves going picknicking with you. Just chilling out in the park or in the woods, enjoying some good food and each other's company. It was one of the first dates you went on and he will never forget the way you looked in your navy coloured dress, smiling up at him. It was the moment he realised he would never let you go. That he loves you to bits. It took him another week or so to casually tell you this when going to bed. As if it weren't anything significant or interesting. 

M=Mad (Do you often disagree? What happens if you do?)

You do tend to bicker about the stupidest things. But it's a nice way of bickering. It's usually playful and you just try to convince one another. If you do actually get in a fight, Donny gets uncharacteristically quiet. To be honest, it kind of scares you, even though he would never do anything to hurt you. After you've cooled off he comes up to you to make up. 

N = no (what is their pet peeve?)

Loud chewing, rude people, people that clip their nails in public, and socks that get lost in the laundry. WHERE DO THEY GO??? 

O = Orange (which color reminds him of you?)

This is so utterly fucking cheesy, but the colour that reminds him most of you is red. It is the colour of love. Donny always has been and will be a sucker for cheesy things. He also likes to ask you if it hurt when you fell from heaven. Get matching coffee cups. 

P = parent (what kind of parent would they be?)

He's quite protective of his kids, especially of his baby girl. Real papa Bear material. I pity the boy that wants to date his daughter…. He can be tough at times, especially when they did something he really dislikes like being disrespectful or lying. He would never hurt his kids but he would ground them in a heartbeat. That said, he would do anything for his kids as he´d do for you. 

Q = Queasy (How they handle being sick or you being sick)

When you get sick, he's such a sweetheart. He fluffs your pillow, gets you medicine and attempts to make you soup to help you feel better (he can't cook to save his life, so you can imagine how well that went). You often tell him you can actually get around and so some chores with a bit of a temperature or a simple stomach ache. He won't have any of that though. 

Donny doesn't get sick often, but when he does he is such a man about it. 

R = Rainy Day (what does he like to do with you on rainy days?) Stay in. Get cozy. Play games. Have friends over. Have some drinks.

S = smile (what makes them smile without fail) Your face when you have to get out of bed in the morning: a slightly grumpy, sleepy bed head looking up at him. You being overly excited about a pet or animal. You surprising him with a hug.

T = together (how clingy are they? How long do you two spend together per day on average)

Donny works quite a lot and he works hard. He takes care of his family and likes to spend a good amount of time with them (he takes you with him of course ). You don't have a lot of alone time. However, as soon as he comes home from work he quickly makes his way to you to sweep you up in his arms and shows you how much he missed you during the day. He then spends the next half hour following you around in the kitchen.  

U = Unencumbered (what helps him relax?) Doing sports (have you seen him?), having fun with friends, he also finds watching you cook or bake (and eatin it afterwards) very relaxing and mostly, actually, having sex. 

V = videos (do they take lots of videos or photos during your relationship?)

He keeps a photograph of you with him wherever he goes. It's his lucky charm. You two also keep a small photo album with photos of the most important moments. This includes some pictures of him and the guys, pictures of your wedding day and pictures of your family and kids. 

W = Wedding (What is your wedding like?)

It's a given that Donny likes to joke around and pull crazy shit. Not on his wedding day he doesn't. He is a nervous wreck when getting ready. He takes everything going well very seriously. What will you look like? Will you have gotten cold feet at the thought of spending your entire life with his crazy, annoying ass. Are they stupid and ungrounded thoughts? 100 percent. Do they successfully drive him nuts and jittery? Definitely. And definitely a couple sips of Aldo´s bourbon worthy. The wedding itself was pretty simple. The people you loved were there. Traditions were honored and the food was good. Donny couldn't hold back the tiny tear that slipped down his cheek when he saw you in your dress.  

X = eXtra (what’s an interesting fact about them that they don’t tell anyone about?) Once upon a time when you were dating he decided to steal your bathrobe to open the door for the delivery guy and he kind of never stopped stealing your bathrobe. Have in mind your bathrobe is really big (for you) and pink. And Fluffy. And Donny is a tall man so it comes up to just about the middle of his hairy thigh. It's hilarious that you actually had to buy yourself a new one.

Y = yuck (what do they hate? Could be a food, sent, word anything)

This isn't really a hard one honestly. The thing he hates most in this world are nazis and bigots alike. It makes his blood boil like nothing else. 

Other things he hates are: people that are unnecessarily rude or disrespectful, wet socks, and smelly cheeses. 

Z = Zebra (if he wanted a pet, what would he get?)

A dog. He thinks they´re great companions, and you can get crazy with them. Also, he wants a big dog. He doesn't get along with cats at all. Wouldn't know how to act around them. He always gets scratched.

[remmushound]

Beyond the Bay chapter 6: Mirror Images

“It’s happening again.”

Raphael was quick to Donatello’s side, glancing over the handheld panel as it started to flash and beep a long, jarring warning that didn't let up no matter how many buttons Donatello pressed. The noise was only becoming louder, making the other three brothers rush to cover their ears to hopefully spare their hearing from the pressure of the echoing alarm.

“We get it! Turn it off, Don!” Leonardo growled, but his voice was barely heard.

“Working on it!” Donatello said, and he was, yet still the device refused to listen. It started to spark and the top of it erupted in flames while Donatello just kept repeating, “No no no no no no no—“

Raphael had enough. He grabbed the device from Donatello and shoved it in his mouth, chewing up the hard metal and jolting wires before swallowing the painful mouthful.

“There. All quiet.” Raphael breathed a sigh of relief. “No more noise.”

Donatello blinked slowly. “It took me three months to make that…”

“And it took me three seconds to eat it, so clearly it needs to be stronger.” Raphael said, clearing his throat by pounding his chest.

A vein visibly twitched on Donatello as the younger turtle seethed; Leonardo could almost see steam coming out of the softshell’s ears! Donatello took a deep breath in, standing up a little straighter and closing his eyes before brushing past the situation quickly.

“Fine. That’s fine. Everything’s fine. I can just build another one.”

“Did you happen to see where the signal was before Raph got hungry?” Leonardo asked, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“I saw where the signals were.” At the confused looks he got, Donatello explained further. “It was picking up five different signals, which we could have followed individually if someone hadn’t have eaten the tech!”

Raphael burped. “Oops.”

“You know what? No, it’s fine.” Leonardo shook his head, “We have a few hours before daybreak, we can go check it out and find our world hoppers. Suit up.”

“You’re lucky I have photographic memory…” Donatello grumbled.

At Leonardo’s word, everyone started to reassemble their weapons, hiding shurikens in their pockets and dawning their usual protective gear and various trinkets; Michelangelo had taken to emulating his bigger counterpart, though the chains he wore were much smaller and the sunglasses had the lenses popped out so he could see better. Donatello, as usual, stacked on as much tech as he could feasibly carry without struggle, and Leonardo made a point of tying his uneven mask tails into what could resemble a chonmage.

Raphael was glad he hadn’t gotten comfortable enough to take off his prosthetic shell; though he had grown used to the heavy titanium, polishing it to sheen nightly and sharpening the spikes to dangerous points, putting it on was always a task and a half. He patted his waist to make sure his most special trinket was still there, and it was. They were ready and were already on the move within minutes.

***

Swears melted off of Raph’s tongue like butter on a hot pan. The fall hadn’t hurt, but it certainly wasn’t comfortable with all this debris collapsed on top of him! He was able to lift the wood with ease once he had gained full control over his tingling body, every plank he moved releasing a new cloud of dust. He brushed what remained of the pigeon coop off and was finally able to stand up. Raph coughed and rubbed his eyes against the sting of irritation, gathering saliva up in his mouth so he could spit and try to remove the bitter taste of dirt; it helped, somewhat.

“Great.” Raph muttered, looking around, “Where am I now?”

“Raph.” A familiar, urgent voice called out to him, “Raph!”

“Leo?” Raph looked around until his eyes settled on Leo the next building over, peering over a parapet. When Leo saw Raph had spotted him, he waved his brother over. Raph shook off what remained of the dust and was able to clear the gap between the buildings with ease. “You see Mike or Don anywhere?”

“No.” Leo shook his head. “Have you?”

“No, that’s why I’m asking you.” Raph snapped, and then rubbed his head with a frustrated snort.

Leo took a slow, loud breath and cupped his hands over his face. Then he quickly puffed the breath out and said, “It’s gonna be fine Raph; we’ll find em. Remember when the smaller us’s first came to our world? They— they were all scattered around the city. The same thing probably happened to us, right? Shouldn’t be too hard to find them.”

“Valid hypothesis.”

Raph shouted, immediately grabbing for his sai as he fell back. Leonardo began to snicker as he joined Donatello at the front of the group; Donatello was smirking at successfully scaring the larger box turtle.

“Don’t do that!” Raph snarled, and then started to laugh weakly. “I coulda tossed your ass like salad.”

“I’d like to see you try, big-buff-bimbo.”

Raph almost choked. “What’d you just call me, eyebrows?”

“Do not insult the eyebrows!”

“So y'all finally came to visit huh?” Raphael beamed. He shoved his way through Donatello and Leonardo so he could take point.

Leo and Raph had to pause a moment to fully take in the form of Raphael; it seemed every time they met up, the snapper only got bigger and bigger! Now his size would have certainly surpassed even the height of Donnie, and in musculature he was very similar to Raph, though with a much broader head and beak. The wounds he had suffered on the day they first met had long since healed, a long silver slash across Raphael’s eye and jaw; that side of his maw never seemed to fully close anymore, and every so often his tongue would slip out or he would have to wipe away excess saliva.

Michelangelo had hardly changed at all, except for getting taller, which now demoted Leonardo to being the shortest brother. His face was still plump with baby fat, his shell still decorated with stickers and paint that covered up a plethora of scars and cracks, both new and old. Donatello hadn’t changed much either; a little taller, a little bulkier, and with more tech littering his body.

Leo sucked in a sharp, sudden breath when he saw Leonardo. It was clear that Leonardo, though his face was still bright and eyes glinting with mischief, had gone through some great trauma within the past year; cut across his chest were three very distinct slash marks, deeper and much worse at the bridge of his plastron where the damage was so severe that it showed the flesh beneath that would have usually been hidden by shell. The worst of the gash wasn't very extensive, quickly thinning and leading inward to Leonardo’s belly before fading away into lightning-like cracks across the upper plastron. His arm was covered in similar graying scars that ripped across the muscles, his hand tucked against his chest like it still needed to be cradled in a cast.

“HUGS!” Michelangelo jumped across gap and into Raph’s arms, giving a series of excited clicks as Raph naturally fell to cradling the smaller box turtle.

“How you doing, little man?” Raph laughed, rubbing Michelangelo’s head, “Lovin’ the bling!”

Michelangelo smiled proudly, puffing out his chest to better show the golden chain. The rest of his brothers covered the distance, Raphael laughing as he pulled Raph into a tight hug, both of them making a show of squeezing the other as strongly as possible.

“Leo.” Leo said to Leonardo with a bow of his head.

“Leo~” Leonardo repeated with a smirk, returning the bow. “So you guys visiting?”

“Not exactly.” Leo went on to explain. “Guess me and Raph just got spit out at the same place.”

“Right.” Raphael took a deep breath as he nodded, “Right. We can— we can handle this, right team?”

Leonardo, Donatello, and Michelangelo gave a shout of agreement.

“Right. Donnie, you remember where those other signals were?”

Donatello nodded and tapped his head. “Got ‘em all up here.” With that, Donatello led the way while the rest of the assorted turtles followed quickly.

“Hey big guy!” Raph said as he kept a steady pace with the snapping turtle. “Didn't get a chance to ask you last time, but what’s up with the fundo?”

Raph motioned to the golden and orange trinket that Raphael had weeded through his belt. Raphael looked down at it, then back up at Raph with a wide, toothy smile.

“It’s a yo-yo actually. Mike gave it to me! Said I had something of Donnie’s…” Raphael pointed back at the metal part of his shell, “Something of Leo’s…” He motioned to the scar over his eye that somewhat resembled Leonardo’s markings, “Just needed something of Mikey’s to complete the set.”

Raph found himself grinning ear to ear. “That’s great.”

The whole journey, Leo couldn’t stop staring at Leonardo and the new scars that his younger self had suffered during the period of no contact between their worlds. Leonardo was acutely aware of the stare but made no point of showing it; of course Leo would stare! Who wouldn’t stare at such a handsome stud of a mutant? Leonardo smirked at his own inner compliment and laughed which, to anyone outside of his own head, might have made him seem insane.

Donatello brought them first to an alleyway, strewn with trash and cast completely into darkness with nothing but shadows around them. Then one of the shadows melted and moved, and Donnie made himself known. After a quick reunion with his brothers as well as a meet and greet with the other turtles, they were on the move again.

They found Splinter hiding out in a storm drain just below the streets; the old rat was overjoyed to see his sons and he greeted the younger turtles with just as much sincere love. Gentle paws stroked and soothed and greeted before they were once more on the search seeking the final missing turtle.

@brightlotusmoon @selfindulgenz @digitl-art-monstr

[itsmypeach13]

[Please welcome my first ever fanfic series chapter 1🤭The story contains of f/f relationships, centres around Asassins Creed Valhalla women female Eivor, Soma Jarlskona(the Bear Heart is my own nickname I gave her will be often used 😁), Randvi, Valka and other fictional characters. It is for +18 readership as it may contain explicit language, drinking, sexual intercourses, fighting in battles. Please bare these in mind before reading.]

TALES OF THE BEAR-HEART:SOMA

CHAPTER I.

A Letter from the Wolf-Kissed

Soma's POV:

I opened my eyes swiftly , my head was heavy with the thoughts swirling inside after a sleepless night. A warming beam of light brightened my room as the sun was rising slowly outside. I turned to my side and looked at the empty side of the bed. I ran my fingers slowly on the cold pillow and let out a sigh. It doesn't matter how many girls of Gratenbridgeshire offered themselves to me , this place belongs to Eivor. Well, only in my dreams..she haunts me like a she-wolf hunrgry to taste meat and blood. And I would always face this wolf, giving in and letting my walls down for her, but this world was apart from reality.

I had a jarldom to rule and protect my people, today was no different either. Just when I finished dressing up I heard knocking on the door like a bear would rant at me from outside.

'Splendid morning Soma, I know you had fun with that blonde amazon last night, I came to make sure we arrive on time , so get your ass out here.'- Revna greeted me with her raspy voice. She was my right hand in ruling the town , my finest warrior and my best friend in one tall, brunette woman. She was even taller then Eivor and always carried two hammers on her sides. Her weapons put many fine men in the grave , Revna was a beast on the battlefield, but a big hearted puppy to her loved ones. She and I grew closer after Birna left us, I needed somebody to trust.

'You think yourself a seeress of all.I haven't slept a bit, even without any ladies invited in my bed-I stepped out of the door grinning, and placed my hand on her shoulder.' Don't worry my friend, Cheolbert must be still sleeping like a baby.

We both headed to the longhouse as Cheolbert arrived late at night and asked an assemby in the morning. I didn't know what was it about, so I felt curious to know. I peaked towards the main entrance seeing jarls arriving on horseback from the neighbouring jarldoms. It must be either a wedding or war ahead of us, I thought to myself.

'What is on your mind Soma? You seem a bit worn-out this morning.-Revna questioned me by gently pushing my right arm. I didn't want to tell her the truth , that Eivor was the cause of my insomnia.

'Everything is fine Revna , it was full moon yesterday and you know well I can't sleep when it comes'-I assured my shield maiden. 'We have a long day ahead of us, I count on you if we have to fight side by side again.'

Revna silently nodded and hurried to the front of the assembly. The longhouse was filled with people, curious eyes were glued to Cheolbert who stepped in , wearing a glorious red and white cloak and black learher tunic. Our eyes met and he signalled me he wanted to speak in private at the side first.

We both went to the map room, his blue eyes were narrow and mysterious. I gave him a welcoming hug.

'Cheolbert my dear friend, I swear you've grown a feet since we last met.'-I teased.

' Soma, good to meet again, I wish the circumstances were different.'

'What happened? '-I grew impatient and started walking up and down.

'Eivor told me to hand over this letter to you first'.-he held out a letter with a raven seal. I turned my back so that he can't see my face, and I felt the world around me spin. Is she in trouble? Is she alright?

Dear Soma,

I write you in haste now, as your rotten friend Brina , whom you kept so close to your heart as a pet has betrayed all of us. She is a serpent who slyly earned your trust. She got married to Ivarr the Boneless and they sworn revenge on both Ravensthorpe and Gratenbridgeshire. Ivarr wants to be king of this continent...son is like farher. Their fleet is now close to us, we must unite our men and act swiftly. Please come as fast as you can to Ravensthorpe. I already informed your neighbours, I sent Cheolbert to gather all the men at Gratenbridgeshire.

When we win there will be a cause of celebration I sware to you dear. With all my thanks.

Eivor the Wolf-Kissed

My heart grew heavy with disappointment and sadness over hearing what Birna brought for our people. After all I had two friends betray me, I will cut the throat of this traitor too I swore to myself.

I felt blood rush to my cheeks as the word 'dear' was ringing like a bell in my head. The wolf could play mind games with me even if she wasn't here.

The assemby was quick, I told my people to gather every man to fight for the woman who made this place a safe home for us. I climbed up to my black mare after putting on my silver and blue gear and dictated a rushed tempo for our horses on the way to Ravensthorpe, so our army arrived the same afternoon. I held my back tightly and confident in my straddle to show people a firm leader. As we rode closer to the gates a flood of excitement gripped my stomach. It was funny because I feared not the bloodshed of war or heavy strikes of axes, but seeing the deep blue eyes of Eivor again. Too afraid what I would see in the reflection of her endless iris. Just when I was confident enough to let the idea of the two of us together go , I knew it well the depth of her eyes will eat me alive again. Somehow Freya threads our paths in the same direction? Why does she condemned me to suffering?

***

As I got off my mare at the entrance of the longhouse Valka humbly walked up to me and greeted with a tusk of her best mead. It was a secret recipe I was obsessed with so Eivor sometimes sent a few barrells to me. Valka made the sweet liquid with a hint of star anise and petals of orange jasmine.

'Now that you are finally here the universe is balanced'- she winked handing over the mead. I had no idea what she mean by that, but I gratefully accepted and took a long shot.

'Thanks Valka, I am happy to see my favourite seeress. -I winked at her and slightly raised my tusk.' May this give me strength and fortune on the battlefield.

'Freya will have her hand on your shoulder , she has plans with you.'

This conversation made me suspicious Valka had a vision of the future and it seems I am the part of it. Anyhow, I was sure of one thing, my duty is to be here and help.

'I can't wait to fulfill my destiny, my friend. Whatever the future holds I am ready to take it in.'

In that moment Eivor rushed out of the longhouse seeming quite annoyed with something her rough hands forming into fists. She looked astonishing, deadly in her black and gold armor, the axe of her father as a token swagged on her side. Even if it was a brief moment, I saw her eyes widened at the sight of me, her look pierced into my soul when she smirked at me. She was saying without words that she was grateful that I came and trusted me, this filled my heart with warmth and my chest swelled.

'Dear Soma' -she spoke with her deep, raspy voice that was stealing my sanity every time I heard her close.'I knew you would come and aid us in the moment of need.'-she took my right hand for a moment then let it fall back.

'You know I'll always be there like a true friend. It's my pleasure.-Eivor's smile ended at the word friend, but people around us were staring and we weren't more than that behind their backs either.

To cut off our slightly awkward meeting, Randvi stormed out of the wooden bulding her cheeks burning, and arms folded. She looked like a child who didn't get the piece of cake. I wondered what happened between those two in there. In the second she caught a glipse of me and Eivor standing quite close , Randvi joined between us and politely thanked me to bring a huge force here. She was a perfect diplomat and an impeccable service around me after that.She arranged a dinner for only the leaders and jarls to lay out the plan for tomorrow's battle. We decided to surprise Birna and Ivarr and hide our best archers in the woods until they ride towards the gates. I must admit I can see now why Eivor loves Randvi. The copper-haired woman was not only beautiful with soft features, but intelligent in a way that humiliated the man leaders here.

It felt extremely hard to look at Randvi and listen to the details as I felt my helpless jealousy hit me like a wave. It angered me how Eivor drunk every word she uttered her eyes sometimes wandered lover than Randvi's lips.

After dinner I wanted to retreat to my tent as soon as possible , the sight of Eivor and Randvi in the same room sickened me. Before I could do that Randvi came to me with a letter.

'Soma, wait. Let me give this letter to you.' she instructed quickly.

'Who is it from?'-I enquired furrowing my brows with second guessing.

'It's uh..from me actually...-she hesitated then blurted out' there are certain things you better read than hear me say it out loud.'

This fucking woman had guts to speak to me like that..I knew it was intently personal. She must have heard rumors of Eivor's visits to me sometimes, but hardly knew the wolf was only hers not mine for a single bit.

'How thoughtful of you. The rumors are true , you really have balls in spite of being a shieldmaid. I will read your bedtime story later, now if you excuse me.' Randvi 0-Soma 1. Every inch of me wanted to tear off she seal and read it right away but I waited until I was left alone in the provacy of my tent.

Jarl Soma,

Please let me be honest and plain with you. Eivor's invite here was merely political. I know more than anyone how she behaves around women to get what she wants. I have firsthand experience in that. But you have to know Eivor doesn't look at you like a woman, she told me she sees a long lost older sister in you. If I were you, I would think twice what I let people gossip about and make a fool of myself.

Randvi

In the second I finished reading I crumpled the piece of paper and thowed behind my back. Her words were agressive and protective just like a female wolf and I could feel Randvi's bite marks on my neck.

I decided not to believe anything until I asked Eivor.. oh but how could I do that? The wolf would realise I cared about her in a different way, and I couldn't let that happen until she gives me something. A flickering sign in the hollowing darkness I am living in.

I decided to visit Valka and have drinks together, I desperately needed somebody to keep my mind of this mess I became part of.

***

The little hut stood with watchful eyes on the slight hill close to the village. There were died flowers hanged outside and a sweet smoky and flowery scent filled my nostrils. As I get close I recognized Valka now wearing a red gown with hood on her head. She looked like Freya preparing a love potion as she was pouring something in a tusk and put some petals on the top.

'Good Evening Valka.. I hope you don't mind my late night visit. I just needed some of your special mead I guess and my feet brought me here' I stared to her fiery reddish brow eyes. She had neat tattos on her face forming dots and gentle marks on her smooth skin.

'I knew you would come tonight, so I prepared this mead with some herbs that will rock you in a pleasant slumber.'she handed over the tusk , the liquid looked like shiny rubies.

'How is that you always know better what I need than myself?-I smirked at her and found comforting in her eyes.

'A gift from the gods my lady-her eyes had a mysterious spark in them, a little dimple formed on her face from smiling.

'Come sit with me inside, it is getting cold out here.'

I nodded and followed the seeress into the firm hut, theought the entrance ornamented with animal bones and more dried flowers.

There was a freshly lit fire inside warming up my limbs and cheeks. It also colored the space with wrath orange that played on our faces like the sunset.

'Now tell me, what makes your heart heavy?'-she asked with care.

'I think I feel a bond to Eivor that is irrational and grows between us every time we meet. It is like an invisible string pulls me towards her maybe it's the wish of the Gods.-I sipped bitterly in the mead , a slight soothing feeling ran through my body.

'We both know our fate is inevitable, so you have to show what's inside your heart first.' -Valka looked deeply in my eyes. -You are Soma, our fearless Bear warrior sent by Freya to our aid and to fight on Eivor's side.

'Randvi told me Eivor loves me with a sisterly care.. I image she is right., look at her, she could have anybody.

'Don't listen to Randvi , she is hurt and trapped in her own feeling of helplessness. If she can't have Eivor accepted by the public, then nobody can'-Valka nodded and squuezed my hand.

'I just can't trust people anymore Valka. My love towards people turned into a bitter storm inside me.-Except for Revna, I couldn't trust a soul, not even Eivor. She didn't reveal her hidden side to me.

'Just talk to her in the morning, it will ease your turmoil Soma.-she winked and headed to bed. To my utter surprise she started to undress in front of my sleepy eyes, they popped in surprise no matter the mead.

Valka's toned back was shining under the wrath orange fireligt, she revealed her impeccably and naked body.

'Good night Valka, I have to get some sleep now. Thank...you...for uh.. everything!' I mumbled to her and hurried to my hut until I was able to stand still. Before sleep my head was filled with Eivor's piercing eyes and... I was a bit surprised but Valka's slender back flashed through as well. Damn, this woman was also fine. Like all women!

My eyelids felt to heavy , soon enough I was fast asleep like a newborn baby.

[katehuntington]

Title: Black Dog - part two Word count: ±2250 words Episode summary: When Sam gets an anonymous phone call with information about his father, Dean receives a text message with coordinates to different location. The brothers clash and split up, one following orders, the other   trusting his instincts. Meanwhile, in the wilderness of Cascade Range, Washington State, Zoë loses grip on a personal case and is forced to confront her demons. Without back up, this might very well turn out to be her final hunt. Part two summary: After successfully wrapping up a werewolf case in Waco, Texas, the boys are on their way again. However, an unexpected phone call might just result in a change of course. Episode warnings: Dark! NSFW, 18+ only! Angst, gore, violence, character death. Description of blood, injury and  medical procedures. Supernatural creatures/entities, mentions of demon possession. Swearing, smoking, weaponry. Descriptions of  torture and murder. Illegal/criminal practices. Mentions of nightmares and flashbacks. Descriptions of suicidal thoughts and tendencies, depression, panic attacks, hallucinations. Author’s note: Beta’d by @winchest09​​ & @deanwanddamons​​​. Thanks, girls!

Supernatural: The Sullivan Series Masterlist

S1E03 “Black Dog” Masterlist

     Waco, Texas      November 30th, 2005 - Present Day

     “Get your motor runnin’. Head out on the highway! Lookin’ for adventure, and whatever comes our way.”

     It’s early morning in sunny Texas as the black Chevrolet Impala shoots down Interstate 35, just outside the city of Waco. The temperatures are still cool at this hour, but the orange sun that’s rising in the East will change that within hours. It is exceptionally warm for this time of the year, even for this far south. 

     Dean has his window rolled down and joins Steppenwolf’s lead singer John Kay on the vocals. The hunt was pretty straight forward; after a day of traveling and three more to track the creature, the hunters were able to make the kill. He feels ten times better than he did five days ago, the night he got pulled out of the water without a pulse. But the rest, time and a high dose of antibiotics did him good. Deep breaths aren’t much trouble anymore and the cough is as good as gone. Even the sprint to tackle the werewolf didn’t set his lungs on fire. He’s off pain medication, slept horizontally for the first time in days, and is behind the wheel of his Baby; Dean feels good as new. His way of celebrating is by belting out every word of the legendary rock classic Born To Be Wild.

     “Yeah, Darlin’, go and make it happen. Take the world in a love embrace. Fire all of your guns at once and explode into space.”

     His brother, who is huddled in the corner of the door and the front seat, opens his eyes slightly and glares at his sibling through the drowsiness. He’s not sure what’s more surprising, Dean’s unbelievably good mood or the fact that he’s able to hit the notes.

     “Like a true nature’s child, we were born, born to be wild. We can climb so high, I never wanna die!” Dean sings as he drums on the wheel.  

     “Dude, I’m trying to sleep,” Sam complains. “Turn that shit down, will you?”      Dean looks aside, as if his brother just said something vile. Did he just call Steppenwolf shit? The oldest of the two shakes his head; I tried so hard to raise him right. 

     Instead of honoring Sam’s request, Dean lets go of the steering wheel and plays the solo on his air guitar. Startled, the passenger reaches to take control in order to keep the car steady, after which he eyes his brother. As he does, Dean turns the volume button clockwise and sings along again.      “Born to be wi-i-ild!” he cries out.      “Seriously?” The youngest of the two shoots a look of annoyance at the driver.      “Ah, c’mon, Sammy. Why can’t a guy have a little fun?” Dean replies.      “It’s Sam,” his brother reminds him. “And for one, because I barely slept last night, and secondly, because it’s seven thirty in the morning.”      “So? You’re usually the one who’s all chirpy at the crack of dawn. This way we have the whole day ahead, y’know. Make some use of it,” Dean quips.

     Sam lifts one eyebrow and observes the driver for a few seconds. Is this truly coming from his brother, who is anything but a morning person? Bullshit, he thinks to himself.      “That’s the best you could come up with?” he confronts.      Right at that moment, AC/DC’s Stiff Upper Lip starts playing on the radio channel and Dean can’t help but to shout out when he recognizes the introduction.      “Man, I love this song!”      Sam shakes his head. All that his brother is doing is avoiding the topic of conversation. “And Erin didn’t mind you leaving before the alarm?” 

     Dean looks aside, thinking of the gorgeous brunette he picked up at a bar last night during their celebratory drink. “Not sure, she was still asleep when I left,” he admits.      The younger Winchester scoffs. “That’s just mean.”      “It ain’t my style to hang around too long, you know that,” Dean reminds his brother, defending his actions.      “Why the hell are you in such a hurry? We don’t have a lead on Dad, we don’t have a lead on any case at all. Yet you dragged me out of the motel room at 6 AM to hit the road,” Sam questions.

     His brother shrugs and fails to answer the question. Instead, he mouths the lyrics of the song while cheerily banging his head to the beat.      “Dean!” Sam shouts, trying to get his brother to focus.      “What?!” Dean bounces back, getting somewhat annoyed with his brother’s persistence. “I just wanna get to Hillsboro to pick up that lock so I can finally fix the trunk, that’s all.”

     The passenger rolls his eyes at the lame excuse. “That’s not the reason, Dean. And you know it.”      Dean lays his hand on top of the wheel and shakes his head. “You’re seeing things that ain’t there, know that?”      “Funny, though, apparently you know that I’m talking about Zoë, without me even mentioning her,” the youngest returns with an attitude. “And do you honestly think I didn’t notice that you’re driving north?”      “We’re in Texas, Sam. I can’t exactly go South without crossing any fucking borders,” Dean argues. “Not to mention that ‘north’ is a lot of square miles in this country. How the hell would we possibly be able to find her?”      “I don’t know, man…” Sam stares up the road ahead, but then looks aside. “But you did think of it then.”

     Dean sighs, realizing his slip of the tongue. Okay, so maybe he did, but he isn’t going to admit that. “You are the one who keeps calling her every day. You’re full on stalking her, no wonder she doesn’t pick up.”      “I hope to God that’s the reason,” Sam responds, worried.      “She’s probably just neck deep in a case,” the driver brings to mind. “Zoë’s a good hunter, she knows her shit. Why would you think she’s in trouble?”      “I don’t know, just the way she took off. Like she wasn’t expecting to see us again,” Sam recalls.      “You mean that she was nice?” the oldest rephrases. “Look, if she’s in trouble or not, we’d be searching for a needle in a very big haystack. For now -” He turns on his blinker and exits the highway, “- I’m gonna patch up my Baby.”

     Ten minutes later, they pull over on 526 West Elm Street in Hillsboro. It’s a quiet lane on the outer side of the city, on which a little auto shop called Ronny’s Garage and Wrecker Services is situated. It’s not a big place, just a shed, from which the Stars and Stripes flag flutter playfully. A big Chevrolet truck is parked in front of the lawn, and several wreckages fill the large yard behind the house. On the other side of the sober home next to the shed, there’s a small gas station. 

     Dean cuts the engine and gets out of the car. A largely built man with big sideburns and a slight limp in his walk shows up from under the garage door and moves into the sun. Whipping his hands clean with a dirty cloth, he smiles at the sight of the ‘67 Impala. The oldest of the two Winchester brothers walks up the driveway.      “Ronny Davis!” Dean grins as he approaches him. “Man, it’s good to see ya.”      “Long time, no see, Winchester,” the big man says, embracing the hunter.

     Dean pats him on the back and restores the space between them. It has been a while. Last time he saw the brawny guy was at a shady diner in Tampa, where he and John helped Ron out on a Djinn case. It must have been four years ago, at least. Sam just left for college around that time.      “How’s your old man?” he wonders.      “He’s alright,” Dean says, keeping up appearances. “Workin’ another case.”

     It’s not a lie. Well, technically it’s not. He will leave out the part where his father is missing, though. Not telling the truth to the old friend is not something he’s comfortable with, but he will do anything to make sure his father’s work isn’t jeopardized. Sam was eager to reach out to other hunters in order to find him and although Dean wants to track him down just as well, he prefers to keep this in the family, letting sleeping dogs lie. Who knows who, or what, might be listening in. They will find Dad, when he wants to be found. 

     The two men enter the garage, where a 62’ Lincoln Continental lays on the operating table with a bared engine bay. While Dean nods at the car with appreciating eyes, Ronny turns around to  observe the youngest Winchester for a moment, who gets out of the car.      “I see Sam is back in action.”      “Yeah, dragged his ass back into the game,” Dean replies with a trace of regret in his voice.      “He’s an excellent hunter. We can use a few good men like him,” Ronny says. “Especially now that one of the very best was sent on early retirement.”      Dean chuckles at his comment and glances down. “How are you, by the way?”      Ron pulls up the pant leg of his overhaul, revealing the bionic prosthetic.      “It doesn’t even hurt a bit,” he jokes. “Ruguru took it right off, knee and all.”      “I’m sorry, man,” Dean sighs, his sympathetic eyes meeting Ronny’s.      “It’s quite alright, actually,” he assures, smiling at the ground. “I mean, I still have holy water on my nightstand and a sixgun by the door, but instead of killing monsters I fix cars now. Life could be worse.”

     Dean can’t help but to agree on that. A small prick of jealousy pierces his heart, because deep down, he wouldn’t mind living the ordinary life. Sure, he has embraced hunting, or at least acts like he has. He finds fulfillment in the job, saving people who are in need and ridding the world of evil, but it comes with great sacrifice. Who knows, maybe when they finally find the son of a bitch that killed his mother, he can lay down his weapons. Some day.

     The former hunter has walked to his workbench on which a dissected transmission box lays bare. “So, what brings you here?”      “Passing through, just wrapped up a case in Waco,” Dean tells him. “Some scumbag tried to break into the trunk, though. The lock is busted, couldn’t fix it. And since you have six and a half a Chevy in your backyard, I figured you’d be the guy who could help me out.”      “I actually dismantled a 69’ Caprice last week, same lock as the ‘67.” He moves a few boxes around, snuffling through the thousands of parts. In this organized chaos Ron is able to find what he’s looking for and pulls the lock plus keys from a drawer.      “Let’s get to work,” Dean suggests, contented.

     As the mechanics take a look at the Impala, Sam wanders off. Not going anywhere in particular, the youngest Winchester strolls down the crooked sidewalk, taking in his surroundings. None of the lawns in the neighborhood are taken care of, no one made the effort to water the grass. The houses seem neglected, paint is coming off the wooden frames and weeds growing through the tiles. 

     With a sigh he takes out his phone. Scrolling through the list of last outgoing calls, Zoë shows on the display over and over again. Dean’s right; he is stalking her. Despite that thought, he presses the green button and puts his new Blackberry against his ear, since the last one perished in the lake in Paragould.

     “This is the voicemail of Zoë Sullivan. You can leave a message after the--”

     Annoyed, Sam hangs up and walks on. As he enters the small shop by the gas station, a bell rings. A middle aged woman behind the counter looks up and greets him politely. He gives her a nod and takes a few candy bars from the selves, since there is no healthy alternative in stock to choose from. So much for breakfast, but at least this will save them from starvation.      “That will be $ 3,60, sir,” the lady informs while she puts the bars in a plastic bag.      He passes her a five dollar bill and takes the bag and his change. As she wishes him a nice day, he leaves. The sun almost blinds him, still hanging low, but shining brightly already. Sam narrows his eyes and starts to make his way back to the garage, when his phone rings. A bit startled, he hastily takes out his phone, hoping it’s Zoë, but the caller ID isn’t identified on the display. While wondering who it could be, he answers.      “This is Sam.”      “Sam Winchester?”

     A bit stunned, the young hunter looks back at his display to make sure the woman on the other end of the line isn’t Zoë. The voice coming through is different, softer, with a slightly dissimilar accent. Sam digs deep down his memory, but he doesn’t recognize the person on the phone.      “Who is this?” he asks, still cautious.      “I have some information for you.”      Whoever she is, she got his attention. Sam tries to not sound too curious as he responds. “What kind of information?”       A short silence follows before the girl answers, but when she does, her words bring his heart and mind to a full stop.

      “I know where your father is.”

There you have it, the first chapter of the new episode “Black Dog”. I hope I got your attention! Thank you so much for reading. I appreciate every single one of you, but if you  do want to give me some extra love, you are free to reblog my work or  buy me coffee (Link in bio at the top of the page)

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Take it Slow  - Part Eighty-Two

a/n: okay this is my first shot at a harry:y/n fic, and it will be multiple parts. y/n had a bad experience with an ex over a year ago, and finally accepts her coworker and good friend Niall’s invitation to go on a blind date with his friend Harry.

Warnings: Fluff and smut, small bit of angst sprinkled in. 

Masterpost (all previous parts can be found in the masterpost)

Harry woke up to the sound of you rustling out of bed. You were picking out your bathing suit for the day. You were holding up a strapless orange top and a strapless white top. You go with the orange and pair with some black bottoms that weren’t as high waisted as the ones you wore yesterday. Harry stretches and gets up.

“Tie this for me?” You ask, backing up to him. He nods as makes it nice and tight for you.

“Sure you wanna wear those bottoms?” He asks, slipping his purple trunks on.

“Yeah, what’s wrong with them?” You follow him into the bathroom. He’s just getting his toothbrush in his mouth when he points to your hip.

“Nothing’s wrong with them…”

You look down and see a fading love bite.

“I already told the girls they might see some marks on me, it’s not a big deal.” You go out to the dresser and put some jean shorts on, along with a tank top to cover up.

“Another beach day then?”

“Mhm.” You smile. “Would you braid my hair again?”

“Course.”

You both go downstairs and make a bowl of cereal. Mariah was sipping on some coffee while Rachel was making eggs.

“I can crack a couple more in the pan if you guys want.”

“I’m good with cereal this mornin’, thanks though.” Harry smiles at her and steps outside to eat at the glass table.

“I’m all set too, thanks Rach.” You go out to join Harry with your cereal. He pulls you onto his lap while you both eat and look out to the ocean.

Rachel sits down with Mariah, handing her a plate of eggs.

“Thanks babe, you make the best eggs.” She kisses her on the cheek. “Seems like they can’t go a second with him sitting on her.” Mariah laughs. “It’s cute, isn’t it?”

“Very cute. I don’t think Y/N’s ever been with someone so…touchy before. I like it for her.”

Niall and Sarah come downstairs last. They both look slightly flustered, but ready for the beach.

“Good morning you two.” Rachel smiles. “There’s some extra eggs.”

“Thank god, I’m starving.” Sarah says.

“I’ll bet.” Rachel winks at her.

Niall grabs a cup of coffee and heads outside as well while Sarah sits with Rachel and Mariah.

“Mornin’.” He says sitting down.

“Hey.” You smile. “Sleep well?”

“Mhm, beds are actually pretty comfy here.” He sips his coffee. “Although, they make a bit of noise.” You feel Harry grip you tighter out of nerves. “Sarah and I had to wait until everyone was downstairs this mornin’ to get busy.” He laughs and you burst out laughing.

“We just did it on the floor.” Harry smacks your shoulder and you look at him. “Hey!”

“Why dontcha just tell the whole world what we were up to?”

“He just told us!”

“So?!”

“Please, it’s not like it was a secret.” Niall says.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Harry asks.

“Gotta walk by your room to get down the stairs, mate. Bed may not have been creakin’, but I’d know that little whimper of yours anywhere.” He smiles, and Harry’s mouth falls open.

“Ha! I knew I was being quieter than you!” You hop off his lap and stick your tongue out at him. You lean in close to his face. “Don’t be embarrassed baby,” You whisper in his ear. “I know what this cunt does to you.” You stand up straight and go inside with the girls.

“She’s testin’ me.” Harry says while Niall shakes his head.

“I don’t even wanna know what she just said to you.” He laughs.

“Little whimper.” He says in Irish accent. “Go fuck yourself.”

“Oh, I’m just teasin’, relax.”

//

You all pack up the car and head to the beach, and find a spot just as you did the day before. It was another beautiful day, even hotter than yesterday.

“Feel like we’re gonna be in the water a lot today.” Mariah says.

You all take your coverups off, and Rachel immediately catches the marks on your hips. You see her notice and you give her a small smile.

“Oh, I like those bottoms, Y/N. Seriously you always have the best….” Sarah trails off as she catches the marks. “Um, you always have the best swimsuits.”

“Thanks.” You say blushing. You turn around and bend over to grab some sunscreen. There was another, more recent mark right below one of your ass cheeks.

Sarah bursts out laughing and so does Rachel. You stand right up and look at them.

“What?” Rachel throws an arm around you. Thank god no one else was really paying attention.

“Tell me, what exactly were the two of you doing when he left this one on you?” She pinches your bum where the mark is and you squeal. Harry whips his head to look at you. You look at Rachel.

“You know, I don’t really remember.”

She laughs and lets you go.

You all go into the water together. The boys toss a football around while you swim around with the girls. The waves were perfect for body surfing. One really drags you under though, and you can barely breathe when you pop up from the water.

Harry looks over to make sure you, and everyone else is alright. His eyes grow wide when he sees you. Your top had fallen down, and you clearly hadn’t noticed yet. He whips the ball at Niall to distract him and then he rushes towards you.

“Y/N!” He yells, and tackles you down.

“Harry, what the-“ You’re submerged again with little warning.

When you come back up his arms are wrapped around you tight and you squirm to break free.

“What are you doing?!”

“Your top fell down!”

“What?!” You look down at yourself and you blush. “Oh my god!” He loosens his grip just enough so you can tug it up. “Did anyone see?!”

“I don’t think so, I think caught it just in time. I saw that huge wave drag you under. I think the other girls were just coming up when I tackled you.”

“Yeah, if that happens again, could you maybe, I don’t know, not come at me like a linebacker?”

“Sorry, I panicked!”

“They’re just boobs.” He gives you a look. “Sarah and Rachel have seen my boobs before, you’ve seen them too. So that really only leaves Mariah and Niall, and you probably don’t wanna hear this, but I wouldn’t be embarrassed if either of them saw either. Now if my bottoms came off, then I’d be embarrassed.”

He doesn’t say anything. He notices another large wave coming and he grins at you.

“What?”

He picks you up and throws you right into the wave and laughs hysterically as you clutch at your top so it doesn’t fall again.

“Oi! What are yeh doin’ t’her?” Niall shouts. He reaches out to help you up and you look absolutely pissed at Harry. “You knock her down and then throw in to the water again?”

“Apparently my top fell down and that was the best way to help me.” You take a deep breath and start wading out of the water.

“Oh come on, you’re done swimmin’ now, is that it?” Harry says, walking after you.

“I need a break, little too much excitement.”

“Are you ma-“

“Harry!” You look at him. “Leave me alone, please.”

You leave him standing there and the girls follow you out. Mariah whips the football at the back of Harry’s head.

“Ow! What the fu-“

“Give her a second to chill, dude.”

You sit down on your towel. You can feel the water slowly evaporate from your skin.

“What was that all about?” Sarah asks, sitting next to you. Rachel sits on your other side.

“Yeah why did he tackle you like that?”

“My top fell down.” You blush. “He was just trying to help, and he didn’t like what I had to say so he threw me into that wave and it hurt.” You grab your sunglasses and put them on.

“He probably just didn’t realize how hard he threw you, Y/N.” Rachel says.

“I know. I just needed a second, and he never gives it to me.”

Eventually Niall, Harry, and Mariah all come out of the water. Niall opens a cooler and hands everyone a drink. Harry sits in front of you on your towel.

“M’sorry.” He mutters.

“S’okay.”

He leans in and kisses you and you smile against him. He decides to lay next to you on his back to tan and you lay down as well. You spray some lotion on yourself and on him. He holds your hand as you both lay there.

“I know we’re goin’ to the club tonight, but are we going out for dinner, or is that just tomorrow?” Niall asks Sarah.

“We’ll cook tonight when we get home. Then just the girls are gonna get ready together.” She winks at him. She goes into the other cooler to grab a sandwich.

“Sarah, can you hand me mine and Harry’s pb and j’s?”

“Sure!”

You sit up and take them from her. You tap him on the shoulder and he looks up at you.

“Time for lunch.” You smile and he takes the sandwich from you. “Sit up please, I don’t want you to choke.” He chuckles and does as you ask. You take your phone out and smile. “Look! Isaac sent us pictures of Buster. Ugh, I miss him.”

“Send him a selfie of us to show to him.” Harry leans in so you can snap the photo. “Can’t have him forgettin’ what his parents look like.”

“Don’t even go there.” You scoff. “That was my biggest fear while we were in London.”

“I was just jokin’.”

“I know you were.” You take a bite of your sandwich.

“Thanks for makin’ my lunch.” He kisses your cheek and you giggle.

“You’re welcome.” He continues to kiss your cheek and down your neck. You continue to scroll on your phone and eat your sandwich. Even when he bites down you’re unphased.

“Hey, uh, not that I don’t think you two are cute, but I’d like not vomit up the lunch I just ate.” Mariah says and Harry pops off your neck.  He flips her off and she flips him off right back. He throws an arm around you and pulls you closer to him. “It doesn’t bother you when he does something like that in front of everyone?” She laughs.

“He’s just kissing on me.” You shrug.

“Are you sure? I thought he moved on to eat the skin on your neck when he was done with that sandwich.” Sarah says.

“Maybe you all should spend less time watchin’ us.” Harry says.

“I can’t help it! I’m disgusted, but curious.”

You burst out laughing, knowing exactly what Sarah was referring to. She starts laughing, and so does Rachel. You have tears in your eyes from laughing so hard.

“What is so fuckin’ funny?” Niall asks.

“Did you guys watch Johnny Bravo, did you have that?” Sarah asks him.

“What? Who?”

“Nevermind, you just wouldn’t get it.” Rachel says, wiping tears from her own eyes.

“You all, and I mean this in the nicest way,” Harry starts. “Are on crack.”

You all laugh harder. You have to stand up and walk around to catch your breath.

“I..I…need…” You can barely speak. You gesture than you’re gonna go for a walk and Rachel and Sarah follow you.

“Crackheads, the lot of them.” Harry says and lays back down.

Eventually the three of you return with ice cream for everyone as a little treat.

“Thanks!” Harry says grabbing a chocolate dipped cone from you.

“Wait, none of you brought your wallets with you, how did you get these?” Mariah asks. You look at each other and say nothing.

“We, uh, told the ice the boy in the window it was Y/N’s birthday.” Sarah says, licking her cone.

“And he may have been a very sweet teenager who out of the goodness of his heart wanted to help is out.” Rachel says.

“He saw our nipple piercings through our tops and we didn’t say anything when he stared, so he gave us everything on the house. We told him we’d be back with money and he said it was fine.” You say licking your cone. “We should stop there later and put some cash in his tip jar.”

“Agreed, this was a lot of ice cream to give up for free.” Rachel says.

Some of the ice cream drips on your hand you go to lick it up. You look up at Harry who’s watching you.

“What?”

“Nothin’.” His cheeks grow red and he focuses back on his own ice cream.

//

It was another perfect day at the beach. You all head back around 4PM again. You go up to shower by yourself so you can wash your hair. You blow dry it quick and head back down. Harry was just getting everything off the grill and you go outside. Rachel had showered too, so she walks out with you.

After dinner you all go up to get ready in Rachel and Mariah’s room. Harry and Niall both take showers and get dressed. Harry had a white, silk shirt on, and a pair of shorts, and boat shoes. Niall had a blue polo and shorts on. They both plop down on the couch.

“How long do you think it’ll take for them to get ready?” Niall asks.

“Saw them go up there with the jello shots, so I have no idea.” He sighs and looks at his nails. “Hey could you help me paint these, they’re all chipped.”

“Yeah, sure.” Niall shrugs.

//

Sarah starts blasting music and you all take a jello shot.

“I’m gonna go hang with the guys.” Mariah says once she’s dressed.

“No, babe, you don’t have to do that.” Rachel pouts.

“It’s cool, I want you guys to do your thing together. Plus, I can get them drinking.” She smiles and leaves the room. She stops short when she goes downstairs. Niall was painting Harry’s nails for him. “What…the fuck is going on?” They both look at her.

“A man can’t paint another man’s nails?”

“You can’t paint them yourself?”

“No, actually, I suck at it. Niall has way more precision.”

“It’s true, used to help him out all the time in school.”

Mariah shakes her head and grabs the other tray of jello shots out of the fridge. She brings them over to the boys.

“You’re not stayin’ up there with them?” Harry asks.

“Nah, wanted to give them their time. Here.” She uncaps one and holds up to his mouth for him to slurp. They hear laughing and squeals from upstairs.

“Gonna need a few of those, I think.” Niall says, finishing up Harry’s nails.

//

Rachel was curling your hair while Sarah was going your makeup. Things you could easily do yourself, but you didn’t mind the pampering. You do Rachel’s hair next, then Sarah’s. You rake your hands through the curls so your hair falls wavy.

You get your dress on and they both gasp.

“This isn’t like too short, too tight?”

“No way, you look hot!” Rachel says, slurping on another jello shot.

Rachel had a high-waisted pair of black pants on with a tie in the front and a light green crop stop. Sarah had a light pink dress on. You all looked really cute. You take a few selfies, and a few more jello shots.

“Harry’s gonna flip, Y/N.” Sarah says.

“Thanks.”

“Wait, stay at the top of the stairs, we wanna get his reaction.” Rachel says.

“You guys, he’s seen me dressed up before.”

“Like this?” Sarah asks and you blink at her. “Exactly. We’ll call you down in a second.”

Sarah and Rachel race downstairs.

“Jesus, Harry, do you ever not look perfect?” Rachel giggles.

“I’ve said it before, I am a fashion icon.” He looks at the two of them. “You both look nice. Where’s Y/N.”

“She’ll be down in a second.” Sarah giggles. “Niall, can you get the vodka and ice out? Oh! And the cranberry juice?”

“Sure thing, babe.”

“See you guys enjoyed some of the jello shots.” Rachel chuckles as she get Spotify playing on the smart TV. “Harry stand up and wait for her.” Rachel starts filming on her phone. He gives her a funny look, but does what she says. “Okay, birthday girl!”

You giggle and start walking down the stairs. You needed to be careful in the heels you were wearing. Harry’s jaw drops when he starts to see you and beam at him. He opens his arms for you and you jump into them. He swings you around and tells you how beautiful you look. Rachel stops recording after getting the shot she wanted.

“I feel like I’m going to prom or something.” You laugh. Niall comes over with all the drinks and you happily take one.

“Okay we need to take a ton of pictures before we all get too fucked up.” Sarah says.

You take every combination of photo you can think of. One with each girl, one with both of the girls, one with you and Mariah. One of you just you and Niall. You, Niall, and Harry. A few with you and Harry. A ton of group shots, and the other two couples get photos as well.

You all guzzle down your drinks and Sarah orders the uber. You were buzzed and feeling good.

“Wow, this place looks cool.” Harry says as he looks out the window.

“Yeah, we came here for Y/N’s twenty-first.” Rachel says. “There’s an outdoor dance floor and like five different bars.”

You all climb out of the car, and Harry keeps a hand on the small of your back. The bouncer smiles when he sees your ID.

“Gimme your hand.” You beam at him. You remember this from last time. He stamps the word BIRTHDAY on you. “Have fun.”

“What does that mean?” Niall asks.

“I get to drink for free all night.”

“No wonder you guys liked it here so much.” He chuckles.

You all go inside, and immediately go to the bar.

“Let me get the first round, yeah?” You say to them.

“Y/N, it’s your birthday, why would you-“ Harry starts.

“Because she’s gonna get us all shots for free.” Sarah says. “Let the doctor operate for once.”

“Please, Harry?”

“Go ahead, I’m curious to see you in action.” He was a little buzzed, and wasn’t out to ruin your good time.

You go up to the bar and put your hand down so the cute bartender could see.

“What can I getcha, birthday girl?” You giggle for him.

“Six shots of tequila and some limes would be great.”

“Can’t give you that many in one go, I’m afraid.”

“Oh, well, it’s just, my friends.” You point to Rachel and Sarah. “They’re gonna be paying for all their own drinks tonight, I just wanted to be a good friend is all.” You bat your lashes at him. “But I understand if you can’t…should I leave and come back five more times?” You bite your bottom lip.

“Nah, that’s okay. You do get to drink for free, these easily could all be for you.”

“I won’t tell if you don’t.”

He gets a small tray out and puts a plate of limes on it, then he adds six double shots of tequila.

“Think you can carry this?”

“I’ll do my best.” You put a five dollar bill down for him and he thanks you.

You stride over with the tray, and take it outside with you so he doesn’t see Niall and Harry. They all follow you.

“Wasn’t so bad, was it?” You say to Harry.

“Lot tamer than I thought, that’s for sure.”

“Look, and he gave you double shots too.” Sarah says.

“Mhm.”

You all tip your heads back and take your shots. You grab a lime immediately and suck on it.

“What’s your drink tonight, Y/N?” Rachel asks.

“Hmmmm, I’m gonna stick with tequila I think. Margs?”

“You got it!”

Rachel and Sarah go up to one of the bars to get the second round of drinks. You all decide staying outside would be for the best. Fresh ait would help make it less likely for you to get dehydrated, cause that’s how it works, right?

You happily take your drink when they come back. All six of you clink your glasses together. The DJ drops Sexy Chick, and Sarah yanks you onto the dance floor.

“You gonna dance with her tonight without havin’ to be asked?” Niall asks Harry.

“Mhm.” Harry grins.

He takes a moment to just watch you dance with your friends. He guzzles down half his drink and takes a deep breath. This was going to be a fun night. He starts dancing over towards you and mouthing the words to the song. Your mouth falls open when you notice him. He grabs your hand and twirls you around, pulling you close so your ass is pressed against his pelvis. Your friends squeal as you so freely dance with him.

Niall starts dancing with Sarah, and Rachel dances with Mariah. The DJ drops bop after bop after bop. Harry dances with you the entire time, and you can even hear him singing a bit. You were in complete shock. Usually you had to beg him to dance with you. The only time he left your side was to get another round of drinks.

“Homeboy is on another level tonight.” Rachel says to you.

“I know! It looks good on him, doesn’t it? I’m gonna fuck his brains out later.” The three of you laugh as he comes back over. “Thank you baby.” He kisses you and takes a sip of his drink. “Are you having fun?”

“Loads!”

You wrap an arm around his neck so you can grind on one of his legs. He hooks an arm around you to hold you closer. You were completely lost in him, and your head was swimming. The second it hits midnight the DJ cuts the music.

“Heard we have a birthday in the club tonight, is there a Y/N here?”  Your friends cheer and some people come over to you with a rum bucket. “Let’s all wish Y/N a very happy twenty-fifth birthday!”

You take the rum bucket from one of the bartenders and everyone sings happy birthday to you. Once they’re done you take a sip of the drink and everyone cheers. Harry grabs your face and kisses you. You split the rum bucket with him because honestly if you drank the whole thing you would for sure throw up.

You all continue to dance, and have a great time. Harry goes up to the bar with Niall for more drinks.

“Oh my god, Harry?” He hears some girl say next to him. Harry was so fucking drunk, but he vaguely recognized her.

“Sup?”

“It’s me, Val.” Harry looks back at Niall, and Niall shrugs. “God, you are such an asshole, we dated? For like seven months?”

Both Harry and Niall’s jaws drop.

“Val! Yeah! I’m sorry, I barely recognized you.” He rubs the back of his neck. That didn’t sound great.” He coughs. “What, uh, what are you doin’ here?”

“I’m on vacation with my friends.”

“Oh great, they’re here too.” The bartender hands him his drink.

“S’not like you even ever met them.” She crosses her arms. “What are you doing here anyway?”

“It’s my, uh, girlfriend’s birthday.”

“Girlfriend?” You scoff. “That you didn’t use labels.” She shakes her head. “How long you been with her?”

“Almost a year…” She scoffs again. “Listen, I-“

“Harrryyyy!” You say swaying over to him. You wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him.

“Y/N, let’s go back to the dance floor.” Niall says, tugging on you.

“No, I want Harry.”

On any other day of the week Harry would relish in the thought of you wanting him over Niall, even rub it in his face, but now was not the time to be rubbing your relationship in anyone’s face.

“Please come back and dance with me, baby?” You were looking up at him with puppy-dog eyes, and he was melting. He looks back at Val who was visibly annoyed.

“Baby? Baby?! You hated being called anything other than your name!” You turn to look at the woman yelling at your boyfriend.

“Who the fuck are you?”

“Y/N.” Harry says. “Why don’t you go with Niall, hm? I’ll be over in a minute.”

“No, I wanna who this is? Who are you?”

“Apparently, the woman who wasn’t good enough to call Harry, baby.” She looks at him.

“Are you seriously hung up on something that almost three years ago?” Your eyes widen with realization, and you look up at him again.

“To be honest, I haven’t thought about you in years, and I’m in a much happier relationship now with someone who treats me way better than you ever did.” She holds up her left hand. “See that? Engaged, to a real man.” Your friends notice the conversation happening and walk over, always ready to back you up.

“Excuse me, but I’ll have you know this is the realest man in the world.”

“Y/N.” Harry says.

“No, no one talks to you like that.” You say looking at him and back to her. “Look I don’t know you, but I know him, and he is a man. He’s more man than I’ve ever known!” You get in her face a bit.

“Yeah, who the fuck are you?” Rachel says.

“If I were you, I’d walk away.” Sarah says.

“Clearly you weren’t the one for him, but I am.” You say. “In fact, we live together.” There’s a look of shock on Val’s face. “That’s right, and guess what, he asked me to move in with him. He gave me a key to his place first. He asked me to be in a relationship with him. We’re soulmates, bitch.”

Harry had never heard you say that before. You felt the exact way he did, even if you were saying it drunk, and to a complete stranger. You put your hand on shoulder.

“Listen, I get it, I really do. I wouldn’t have wanted to give up such a bomb dick either. And your man must not be a man at all if you’re still hung up on mine.”

“I-“

“Would walk away before you’re not able to actually walk out of here.”

Harry easily could have handled the situation. And if he really wanted to, he could have just picked you up and carried you out. But he didn’t. He liked when you defended him, and he thought it was funny to see your friends jump right in to support you.

Val looks at Harry, then back to you. She rolls her eyes and walks away. You turn back to Harry and cross your arms.

“You’re welcome.” You slap your hand down at the bar. “Shot of tequila please.” You say to the bartender and they get you what you want. You take the shot swiftly, and grab Harry by wrist. “Now come back and dance with me.”

Harry gives Niall an impressed look and follows you back out. He wraps his arms around you and grinds up on your ass. You laugh and press back into him.

At around 1:30AM you all had enough. Niall orders an uber. You decide to take your shoes off, you couldn’t stand your heels anymore.

“Harry, give me a piggyback ride?”

“Your whole ass will be out if I do that?” He laughs.

“Does anyone here care if they see my ass? No? Okay.”

He sighs and crouches in front of you so you can jump on his back. You all walk out to the curb and wait for the car. A large SUV pulls up, and you all climb in. Rachel and Mariah get in the way back. You sit on Harry so Sarah and Niall can squeeze in next to you. There was music playing, and it was nice and dark in the car. Everyone seemed preoccupied with their own conversation so you start kissing on Harry’s neck. His hands press into your hip a little harder.

“Babe.” He whispers. “Please, wait til we get back.”

“No.” You say against him, and keep kissing on him. One of your hands moves up to his hair and he grunts, catching Sarah’s attention.

“Oh Jesus.” She laughs.

“Hey!” You whip your head up to look at her. “Get used to it, because when we get back, I’m fucking this man.”

“Y/N.” Harry says as everyone else the car cheers.

“That’s right, it’s my birthday and we’re gonna bone. And you all can stay downstairs until we’re done so we don’t have to worry about being quiet.”

“That’s actually a good idea.” Rachel pipes up from the back. “You two can do your thing and we can set up the air mattresses we brought to make the sleepover space up. Get everything settled.”

“You’re brilliant!” You reach over the seat and grab her face to kiss her forehead.

//

You could barely walk by the time you got into the house and Harry threw you over his shoulder so he could get you upstairs.

“Wait! Let us all go change first before you two go up.” Sarah says.

Everyone else races upstairs. You playfully drum on Harry’s butt while you wait. Once everyone else comes back down, they clap for you as Harry brings you upstairs. If he wasn’t so drunk he would’ve cared more.

Harry gets you in the bedroom, and locks the door behind him.

“How do you want it baby? Hm? Want me to leave the dress on? I know you think I look good.” You say as you sit down on the bed.

He grins at you and unbuttons his own shirt, and lets it fall to the floor. He gets on the bed with you and starts kissing you. You moan into his mouth and he licks into you. You suck on his tongue slightly and he reaches to unzip your dress. His hands cup your cheeks and he pulls you back.

“The real question is, how do you want it?”

“I just want you to fuck me up.” You look at him. “Just do whatever you want to me.”

He smiles and tugs your dress off your body. He groans when he sees the little thong you’re wearing and yanks it off. He gets his shorts and boxers off. He kisses down your body and sucks on one of your nipples. Luckily everyone downstairs wouldn’t be able to hear much because they turned the TV volume up extra loud to try to give the two of you some privacy.

He works his way between your legs. He spreads your legs wide open, wider than he ever really does. He holds you down and begins his work. He licks up your center a few times. You weren’t sure what happened next. You really weren’t. What he did to you with his tongue was like nothing he had ever done before. All you knew was that his stuck his fingers in your mouth while you were doing it so when you screamed, it wouldn’t be as loud. And you did scream. You screamed his name like you never had before. He pulls up to look at you, your chest was heaving.

“Yeh liked that, huh?”

“How, how did you-“

“Shh, baby girl, it’s gonna be like this all night.”

You giggle and wrap your legs around his waist. He thrusts into you and it feels amazing. He rubs your clit and makes you come again before flipping you over. He’s got the headboard gripped with one hand, and the back of your neck gripped in the other. He was driving in hard and deep. Well, not as hard as he could have. He knew one wrong move could send you to a bad place. You were moaning and groaning, and clutching the pillows. Hi balls were slapping against your clit and you couldn’t stand it anymore. You moan out his name and come for the third time.

He pulls out and puts you on your side. One of your legs goes up over his shoulder.

“Jesus, shit.” You groan.

He rocks in and out of you and a slow pace.

“I love you, Harry, fuck I love you so much.”

He pulls out again to get you on your back. He leans in close and crashes his lips to yours.

“I love you too.” He nips at your jaw. “I’m so happy we’re spending your birthday like this.”

“Me too, fuck, me too.” You look up at him as he kneads one of your breasts. “No one else I’d rather spend it with, baby.”

You gasp as he starts to his your g-spot. Your nails rake down his back and he moans. Just as you’re coming again he releases inside you. You were both drenched in sweat. He presses his forehead to yours and tries to catch his breath. He kisses you gently on both cheeks, your nose, forehead, and lips before pulling out.

“Took it so well, angel.” He caresses your cheek and gets off of you.

You both use the bathroom and get cleaned up. You throw on a graphic T and a pair of shorts, and he does the same. You jump on his back, and he carries you down the stairs. Everyone starts slow clapping when you come downstairs and you giggle. Harry can’t help but laugh too.

Your friends had set up the living room beautifully. Harry sets you down and you crawl onto one of the air-mattresses that was covered in pillows and blankets. Harry gets on next to you and throws an arm around you.

“What are we watchin’?” He asks, voice slightly hoarse. Niall hands him a glass of water. He hands you one too.

“One of Y/N’s favorites, Forgetting Sarah Marshall.” Sarah says.

“Dracula Musical! Woooo!” You say and the girls laugh.

“Got it all cued up.” Rachel says, pressing play.

You curl close with Harry as the movie starts.

“Have you seen this before?” You ask him.

“I don’t think so…” He looks at Niall. “Have we watched this?”

“I mean I’ve seen it because I’ve watched it about a dozen times with Y/N, but I’ve never watched it with you, mate.”

“You’re in for a treat, Harry. It’s so funny.” Rachel says.

You and your friends cheer when Paul Rudd makes his first appearance.

“Oh here we go.”

“We also cheered for Bill Hader.” You say. “Oh! He’s gonna say it!”

“Oh the weather outside is weather.”

You and your friends burst out laughing.

“You sound like you’re from London!”

You laugh even harder and slap Harry’s back. He starts laughing too.

“Is that how you’d prefer my accent to sound, because I could easily talk like that f’you.”

You wipe tears from your eyes and shake your head.

“He’s just so fucking funny.”

The movie goes on, and eventually you all pass out before it ends. You were laying completely on top of Harry, covered with a blanket. You all would be hungover tomorrow, no doubt about that. But for now, you were all sleeping peacefully as one big group of friends. You couldn’t have asked for a better way to start your birthday.