#Training Crew Socks (3 Pairs)

[freshthoughts2020]

[vendetta-ari]

Prizes <3

(Artrick x reader fluff) [Warnings: No use of y/n, fem reader, pre-established relationship, not proofread, typos mayhaps, maybe ooc? word count = 1,950]

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A dim light shines through your cracked open window, you can't help but let out a sigh of exhaustion as you try (and fail) untangle yourself from your two sleepy boyfriends. rubbing your eyes from grogginess, your gaze falls on Art and Patrick, both boys holding onto you with a death grip. Patrick’s hands are tangled under your back with one hand on your thighs, squeezing them every so often. Art grips your waist, his leg wrapped around yours.

Both boys are making it increasingly difficult to get out of bed.

“Get off…” you groan, albeit reluctantly. as much as you love them, you want to get out of bed and shower, preferably without them clinging to you believe it or not.

“mm-mm…”

“noo… ”

After much struggle, you finally got out of bed, freshly cleaned and sipping coffee in your living room. Art sips on a smoothie, flicking through his phone. Patrick just plops down on the couch, peering at what Art is looking at with zero subtlety.

“ya know, there’s a fair in town happening today. we should all go, could be fun.” he mumbles, chewing on his nails with his spare hand as he looks through social media. his nail biting earning a slap on the wrist from Patrick to get him to stop. which he does, thankfully.

“Sounds cool to me, I don't have any plans this summer besides training and hanging out with you two.” Patrick snickers, wrapping his arms around Art and snatching his phone from his palms. the blonde glares back at Patrick, and they look just ready to fight before your voice interrupts.

“Sounds fun, we should go.” you chuckle, followed by a warning glance at your rowdy boyfriends. you swear they act like feral animals at any given opportunity.

Your boys eventually stop their death glares and nonverbal threats, visibly relaxing and smiling brightly at you. Art nuzzles his fluffy blonde hair into Patrick’s shoulder, his back pressed against the brunette’s chest, and resting his legs on your lap.

After much needed cuddles, you three eventually start to get ready. you prance off to your closet, throwing loose clothes and combinations of clothes everywhere. half land on Patrick, and the other half land on the bed. the soft sprinkle of Art taking a shower and humming is faintly heard; even from your shared bedroom. Patrick can't help but let out a bark of laughter.

“As much as I love your panties, babe, I’d prefer you don't throw them at me. what’s got you so indecisive anyway?” he hums, peeling a bra of yours off his face and placing it in his lap.

“Dunno, just don't have any clothes that scream ”summer fair“ ya know?”

“what the fuck does that even mean?”

“..nevermind.”

After many tortuous hours of you asking what Patrick thought of each outfit while Art quickly picked an outfit and got dressed in half the time it took you. You ended up with a tan crop top with red accents and cherry on the chest of the tee, paired with tattered jean shorts and red and white sneakers with white crew cut socks. you slung a messenger bag over your shoulder and hopped on the backseat of Art’s clean car, the exact opposite of Patrick’s.

Art brushed dust off his pink button up shirt and light blue jeans. He swung the driver’s car door open and plopped inside, rolling his sleeves up to his forearms and putting the car into drive. “Hurry up Pat, we’ll leave without you!” Art cocked his head to the side, flashing a cheeky grin at Patrick rushing into the passenger seat of the car with a petulant demeanor.

Patrick shifted in his blue polo and tan cargo shorts, buckling his seatbelt in with a click. “I was pissing, god damn Art- have patience!”

“Well piss faster!” Art sneers, giving Patrick a death glare

“I’ll piss in the fuckin car next time then, smartass!” Patrick huffs, rolling his eyes.

“fuck you!” Art groans

“no, fuck you!” Patrick scoffs, tapping his leg on the floor of the car while pouting.

“can you both just shut up and drive?!” you interrupt

“…yes ma'am” they both bristle through gritted teeth, but Art does pull out of the driveway well Patrick sets up the GPS on his phone, you connect your phone to the car and just sit pretty and play songs the three of you all love and enjoy on the car ride. The ride isn't too long, but it’s enough to calm both Art and Patrick down from their rowdiness, while you and Patrick belt out songs in the car. Art focuses on the road, trying not to facepalm as he glances at the GPS every so often.

The car eventually skids to a stop infront of a big and cleared out park with different stands and attractions you can faintly make out. something about going to a fair with your two immature boyfriends does seem childish in nature, yes. but you cant help but be excited, and you feel the huge giddy grin spread on your face as you step out the car and squint your eyes to see what's to come.

"you look excited." Patrick chuckles, blatantly stating the obvious yet again as he steps out and leans on the car, his forearms snug on the roof of the car to support his weight. Art squints, hopping out the car and putting a hand above the sun to cover the reflection. "how the hell are you guys even seeing that far?"

"do you need glasses, Art? it's literally right infront of you!"

"no-! 'm fine! it's just the sun."

you giggle at the thought of Art with glasses, or maybe even colored contacts. "you would look so fucking adorable with glasses~" you tease, Patrick following suit "oh hell yeah, adorable is an understatement, you'd look cute as hell, Artie~" he snickers, slapping a blushing Art on the back "well, let's not waste any time, I wanna play the shitty rigged games!" Patrick grins boyishly, turning heel and walking towards the ticket booth with a quickened pace. You and Art follow suit, having to jog to catch up to him.

Art snorts, skidding next to Patrick excitedly buying three tickets (definitely not with Art's card) "fuck, I havent seen you this excited in a while. you wanna ride the teacups too, Pat?" he muses playfully, nudging him on the shoulder.

Patrick rolls his eyes, snatching the tickets with his hand and practically crumpling them on the spot. "i would, but you'd probably puke if we did since you're such a little bitch-"

"I am not! and no I wouldnt!!"

you ignore the bickering momentarily admiring the beautiful sights of the bright and flashy fair. a big ferris wheel on the middle of it all, stands and booths with different and very rigged games, vendors with novelties, food trucks, the works. Your feet move before your brain does, taking you to the purple booth with plushies strung up on fishing string, below the booth us a table with glass bottles, a box of rings to the right of them. of course, one of the most rigged and aneurysm-inducing games has the cutest of stuffies on the shelves. it's unfair, really.

Art jogs up to you, Patrick in hand. the grin boyishly, eyes sparkling at this given opportunity to show off and impress you. they may have both won you over, but they're still going to bicker and compete for your affections. of course they are.

"which one ya want, baby?"

"psh- I can win all of em for you, doll."

"no you cannot."

Patrick pouts, glaring at Art with no real bite. stepping up to the booth with overflowing confidence, slamming a few bills on the table and receiving 5 red rings he twirls around his finger. Patrick flashed a charming smile at you and Art, "which one do you both want? I'll win two." he boasts, his confidence is admirable, but his ego Iis 100% gonna take a hit after this.

"I want the bunny.." you coo, looking up at a black and white stuffed bunny dangling above your head.

"I dunno, guess I'll take the little dog over there." Art chuckles under his breath, stuffing one hand in his pocket and another pointing at a stuffed tan dog stuffie flopped on the shelf, it almost reminds you of him.

Patrick scoffs, "lightwork." he beams. tossing one ring out only for it to hit the floor. another, and another, and another, and another. all fail. "...fuck." he grits his teeth, running a hand up and down his face and messing up his curly brunette hair even more than it already was. he slams 5 more dollars on the table, reciving 5 rings again.

"hold on, I got this guys-! that-that was just a warm up, ya know!?"

"fuck."

"ugh.."

"okay, well that- that was atleast somewhat close-!"

"..."

"one more t-try..?"

Patrick has lost you all way too much money, Art is facepalming- but you can't help but feel atleast a little bit bad for him. it is a tad bit funny, though.

"Pat, people are waiting in line. just- let it go, honey." Art groans, taking away Patrick's money privilege and grabbing his shoulders, pulling him away from the line of little kids and other couples.

"But I almost had it-! what'a 'bout your plushies..?" he sounds like a kicked puppy, adorably pathetic and sad. you chuckle softly sitting him on a bench and peppering his face with kisses "it's fine..you can try later, my love." Art pats Patrick's head "I'll get us some ice cream, wanna come with?" he turns to you, holding out his hand. you accept, grabbing it and kissing Patrick on the cheek and ordering him to stay put.

You and Art step backwards, the bench where Patrick sat was empty! where the hell did your boyfriend go?! you place the two icecream cups you hold in your hand (chocolate for Patrick, vanilla for yourself.) on the table, looking around to see if you can spot the ruffled and messy brunette you adore, but no luck.

"where the fuck did he go..?" Art huffs, licking a strawberry icecream cone as he squints and circles around the bench for any signs of him, he doesnt seem to be doing a much better job than you are though..

Not even a second later, and there's a tap and you and Art's shoulders at the same time. so sudden it has you jolting upright and whirling your head around- Art's reaction is pretty much the same, whipping his head back and almost dropping his icecream.

Patrick stands in between you both with a big boyish grin on his face, an empty wallet, and a black and white bunny plushie in his right hand, a fluffy and tan puppy stuffie in his left. sure he lost loads of money, but seeing you two beam and hug him, squeezing him so tight her gasps for air? that's all he really needs. and you two both know it well enough. you gasp, the shock and adrenaline soothing as you feel the plushie in between your fingers, the fabric soft and the material plush. Art hugs both Patrick and his new stuffed animal at the same time, it's kinda childish, but you're all smiling wildly. Patrick is an idiot, he blew all his money but god. its impossible to stay mad at him when he has the stupid grin on his face that you just wanna kiss off. you love them both so much, really. its unbelievable. this fair is going to be one hell of a ride...

-xoxo, Ari <3

(soft patrick my beloved. boyish Artrick my beloved. ohmygosh this tool way too long with my unmotivated adhd ass I hope you enjoy anyway, lots on smoochies MWAH mwah mwah. tags: @swetearss)

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♡ PRIDE with the HSR cast ♡

featuring: jing yuan; bronya; dan heng; gepard landau; himeko; march 7th; natasha; sampo; seele; serval landau; welt yang tw: none type: fluff, pride month, hcs, a lil bit silly pronouns used: none a/n: cishets dni with this post <3 it's not for you <3 (normally you are welcome on my blog! just not this post) queer ppl PLEASE interact. idc what ur identity is if you're lgbtq+ in some way this post is for you <3 i love you (YES this includes trans straight people and bi people with crushes on characters of the opposite gender. you are loved and included)

ERM sorry this is a day late i got really tired and had to finish it today!! utc for length as usual

DAN HENG

kind of forgets about it until it's june first and he goes "oh wait. it's the gay month now isnt it"

anyway he's happy he gets to celebrate it with you. otherwise he wouldn't really see the point in doing anything special

probably gets you some kind of gift with your flag on it <3 whether it be a plushie or a banner or just a flag!

if you like going to the parades and celebrations, he'll go with you. he's not a huge fan of all the crowds of people there, but it doesn't bother him too much and he likes seeing you happy, so the net value is positive

buys something for himself if the two of you go shopping this month

he'll see a t-shirt with a little rainbow on the chest and he smiles a bit and buys it to sleep in

you also get him obnoxiously rainbow sweatpants. at first he is incredibly offended, but eventually they grow on him and he starts wearing them around the astral express. march lives for them and was visibly upset that she did not get a pair.

MARCH 7TH

WOW!!! ALL GAY PEOPLES' BIRTHDAY!!! NO WAY!!!

march is the most excited for pride month out of everyone on the astral express. she stays up until midnight on june 1st like it's new year's eve

AGGRESSIVE with all her pride merch. she gets you so much shit too. pride shirt. pride sweatshirt. pride socks. a million pride bracelets.

if the two of you go out together in june, she makes sure you're also dressed to the nines in various flags and rainbow colors

drags you to the pride parades. march convinces the crew of the express to let her make a train float for the parade of whatever planet you're on and she goes TO THE MAX with it.

speaking of the express, when everyone wakes up and enters the main train car, they find march putting up streamers and blasting lady gaga at full volume

tldr she's fucking excited

HIMEKO

ohh pride month! so blowing homophobes up is legal this month?

well, i wish. sorry himeko

she's one for more subtle pride merch. maybe a hair-tie or a bracelet, but she has at least one little flag on her at all times.

also has some pride pajamas. hey, they're comfy.

if you're comfortable, she'll take you to the pride parades. if not, no problem, the two of you can celebrate from home.

also probably gifts you something! she gets matching pins for the two of you so you can be proud... together!!

if any of the other express crew comments on her little pride ornaments, she goes "yeah? and what about it?" like a queen. this is completely ineffective however because the entire crew is queer in some way

WELT YANG

oh, it's june again. alright.

doesn't really see the need to celebrate, but will allow you to adorn him with various pride baubles if you so desire

thinks it's very cute if you get excited about pride... like yeah, yeah you should be proud.

while he doesn't outwardly show much excitement about the occasion, you notice welt gets more affectionate with you

there are more little forehead kisses when he passes you, more reaching for your hand when he walks beside you, and you swear you can feel him hold you just a little bit tighter when you go to sleep

when march proposes the idea of decorating the express, he gives a slight but genuine smile and shoots you a knowing look.

even though he could celebrate himself this month if he chose to, for welt, it's more about celebrating you and the relationship he has with you.

he's more proud of that than anything else.

BRONYA

exhausted by pride month before it even begins LOL

being the head of the city, she's in charge of sanctioning and scheduling and planning all the official pride parades and celebrations happening around belobog, and, well... wow, are people in belobog really fucking gay

also deigns to go give some speeches at a couple of the rallies. she's a cool supreme guardian

cocolia allowed pride parades during her reign, but she never encouraged them. both to celebrate her own identity and yours and completely spite her mother, bronya encourages the people of belobog to go all out

and they do!

she gets a couple of gifts for you. not anything super huge or out there, but a flag or a shirt or a hair pin to match with one of hers.

bronya also gets premium seats to any pride parade she goes to, and she definitely takes advantage of this. kind of the best dates ever.

and when she's exhausted by the day's events and the two of you lay down to bed, you can hear her quietly wish you happy pride.

GEPARD LANDAU

gets really excited about pride, but doesn't really know what to do with it

and also, as captain of the silvermane guards, he's tasked with making sure all the official belobog pride parades are safe and orderly

this is quite the task given how passionate belobog's gay community is

on days where he doesn't bring you, he comes back covered in fans and stickers and streamers and confetti in the colors of pretty much any queer flag you can think of.

he has you deck out his armor for him. you grab your paint and stickers and washi tape and decorate the hell out of him

he's so happy when you do this. it's a very sweet moment full of fun and laughter and intimacy

no cops at pride! only gepard landau and his exuberant rainbow armor

SERVAL LANDAU

YOU LOOK AT HER AND TELL ME SHE DOESN'T BOOK SO MANY PRIDE PARADE GIGS

lord. it's so sexy. she performs her music on as many pride floats as she can, and every single time, she either takes you with her or looks at you in the crowd and blows you a kiss after her big number

SERVAL CAN I HAVE A KISSIE KISS PLS <3333

also aggressively proud. she paints her cheeks with her flag(s) and roams around yelling happy pride at anyone she sees in the streets wearing rainbows

the two of you go to a café and the guy taking your order is wearing a trans wristband and she gets so excited she starts yelling by accident and ends up giving him a 30% tip and a free concert ticket

you stare at her and shes like what??? it's pride month

girl get a grip.....?

probably takes you to a couple of raves too

you paint so many flags on each other that it looks like your skin is rainbow and stay out until the early hours of the morning

SEELE

only knows what pride month is because you explain it to her

while there's a normal sized lgbtq+ population in the underground, chances are pride celebrations every year are short and not very big

she learns about it and is so excited

seele wants to go to a pride parade in the overworld with you, but even more than that she wants to set up a parade for the people in the underground so they can really celebrate themselves

it takes a few weeks of planning and execution, but it's successful and it pays off. it's a huge amount of fun for everyone in the underground who wants to participate, and a welcome distration from the lingering effects of the stellaron

part of the planning for this of course involves taking out to attend pride parades up in belobog

the first few minutes of being in the crowd, seele is a little nervous about all the people and the fact she can't move around too easily. but she gets used to it pretty quickly

she has the best reflexes out of everyone in the crowd and manages to catch every single freebie thrown off of the floats. she brings them back to distribute among the kids in the underground.

NATASHA

natasha is reasonably excited for pride month

possibly the most normal out of everyone on jarilo VI

she puts little rainbow flag posters up on the walls of her clinic to make sure that queer kids know they're safe there year round, but they double during june

YOU CANNOT convince me natasha isn't the biggest giver of hrt treatment on jarilo VI you cannot

she wishes all her trans and otherwise queer patients happy pride when they come in, and hands out little rainbow stickers to kids she has to give shots to

her work takes up most of her day, and she regrets this during this month the most because she can't spend time with you

she's able to take the day off for your birthday and other important occasions, but patients need care

to make it up to you, the month of june is full of extra late-night dates once she's gotten home from the clinic and candlelit dinners.

SAMPO

i've said it before and i'll say it again: sampo runs an overpriced pride merch stall

and you look sooooo cute modeling all those pins and buttons and shirts and socks and hats and

has you stand around waving your flags decked out in all things rainbow, to attract customers

a couple of people rightfully accuse him of ripping them off, but sampo just blinks up at them innocently. they'd really accuse him of such a thing? during pride month of all times? have they no shame?

sampo has no shame. those customers were reacting reasonably.

when he's not conducting business, he's even more affectionate than usual, which, frankly, is difficult to do since he's usually glued to your side

"it's pride month!! we should kiss all the time obnoxiously in public to show people what queer love and joy look like"

babe....

JING YUAN

the general... has almost no time to spare for pride month

which, honestly, is such a disappointment to him. he was so looking forward to june and spending extra time with you

so instead, he has you accompany him to his work and keep him company and chat with him and sit on his lap on occasion and give him kisses when he's tired and

his coworkers are staring.

"do i detect homophobia in the room? during pride month? get back to work." (he's joking)

the lion gets a RAINBOW BOW TIE COLLAR and he is WORKING IT!!

he looks so dapper. he struts around like he's the handsomest man in the world

and he is, second to your jing yuan, of course

to show support for his community, the general flies a rainbow flag from the building

the gay is visible throughout the entire luofu

[shreya-0915]

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Well well, would you look at that? Another year has slipped through my  fingers, and I can't even wrap my head around it. 2023 burst onto the  scene like a firework, but fingers crossed, let's hope 2024 tones it  down a notch. Now, brace yourself as I embark on the wild tale of my  existence, starting from January 2nd, 2023 and gradually working my way  backwards. But don't expect a seamless, orderly account, my friend,  because time is playing tricks on me, and my sense of it is royally  Fucked. Get ready for a rollercoaster ride through the depths of my  bewildering chronicles. Buckle up motherfuckers!

Picture this: It was a wild time in my life, folks. Here I was, residing in a 1974 single wide trailer with more add-ons than a luxury car. We had a fancy 4-bedroom setup, complete with 2 bathrooms. Oh, how I wished for a glamorous mansion instead!

Now, let me take you on a tour of this fabulous abode. As you entered, you were welcomed by a room we liked to call the "boot room" (because let's face it, it's too tiny to be a proper mudroom). This delightful space led to the main living area, where the kitchen, dining room, and living room collided in a chaotic yet cozy open space. Right off the kitchen was my bedroom, which meant I could practically cook breakfast from my bed. Talk about convenience!

Heading past the culinary wonderland, you would find yourself in our compact bathroom/laundry room. Yes, it was small, but we managed to fit all our hopes, dreams, and more than a few pairs of mismatched socks in there. Beyond the realm of splash-splashing, we had the blessed hallway leading to the back bedrooms. One of these rooms, nestled in the addition, boasted a so-called "walk-in closet" that was more like a crawl-in closet for ants. Oh, the luxury!

Now, into the juicy part of this tale. Prior to these escapades, I had collected quite the eclectic group of roommates. First, there was Jake, my partner-in-crime for a solid seven years. And let's not forget Winter, Jake's significant other and a stellar pal of mine. But wait, there's more! Enter Jim, our local drug dealer and longtime buddy of Jake. Jim brought along his on-again, off-again lady love, Ava, fresh out of jail.  Last but not least, we had Bob, a 22-year-old kid who was the kid of my mom's friend. What a motley crew we were!

You see, things were spiralling out of control. Our roommate count had dwindled from a bustling 6 to just 3, thanks to misunderstandings and enough explosive arguments to put World War III to shame. It was then that Jim, Ava, and Bob decided to jump aboard the crazy train, joining our humble abode in May/June 2022. Ah, hindsight is a funny thing, isn't it?

But why, you might ask, did I willingly subject myself to this madness?  Well, my dear friends, bills were piling up faster than a toddler on a sugar high, and my rent was about to hit the skies. To top it all off, my trusty roommate had been bitten by the unemployment bug. So, in my infinite wisdom (or lack thereof), I thought inviting these colourful characters into my tiny trailer would be the solution. Spoiler alert: it wasn't.

And thus, the stage was set for the calamities that were about to unfold. Little did I know, life was about to take me on a rollercoaster ride filled with more twists, turns, and questionable decisions than a soap opera on steroids. Stay tuned, my witty comrades, for the saga continues.

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Nerves Of Steel || Part Two (18+)

Warnings: pwp, unprotected sex, vaginal sex, Rooster being a little shit <3

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The ‘You Up?’ text message was becoming more and more a more frequent thing for Bradley to receive as time went on. He didn’t mind in the slightest. It was 3am now and he was crossing the dorms in nothing but a pair of grey gym shorts and white crew socks.

At this point, he didn’t even text back after he read the message. Both of you knew that he would be on his way regardless.

He was usually up when he got the text. Tonight, the pinging sound had woken him up. Training today had been particularly strenuous and his whole body was screaming for rest. But, against his best judgement, here he was, crossing base for you on three hours of sleep without hesitation.

Rooster glanced around, making sure that the coast was clear before he knocked at your door. You had sent the text six minutes before and had been waiting ever since. Rooster found himself amused at how quickly you reached the door and opened it.

You squinted at the brightness of the light in the hallway, shielding your eyes with your forearm as you moved to the side to let him in.

“Nice shirt.” Rooster mocked as he stepped in and pressed the door shut behind him, turning the lock. You glanced down at your oversized SpaceJam T-shirt and then looked back at him, feigning offence.

He took a step closer to you, reaching out and toying with the material of it.

“At least I’m wearing a shirt.” You retorted, skimming your fingers along the ridges of his bare torso. This was the first night he had shown up without a shirt on. Rooster scoffed, “Based on past experience, I figured I wouldn’t be needing one.”

You fought back an amused smile as he reached out and pushed his hands under the fabric of your sleep shirt, “Don’t think you’ll be needing one either.”

“You think you’re smooth all of a sudden?” You teased him, then lifted your arms obediently for him to pull the loose material over your head. Rooster’s eyes raked unashamedly over your now bare chest, reaching out and resting his hand against your hip over the fabric of your cotton pyjama shorts.

“Do you ever shut up?” He murmured, his voice deep and velvety, not giving you the satisfaction of looking you in the eye as he spoke. Instead, he skimmed his fingertips along your sternum, brushing his index finger across your nipple, which had already hardened under the breeze of the air conditioning.

He knew exactly how to get on your nerves, and exactly how to get you soaked.

You watched him as he touched your chest tentatively, gently pinching your nipple to draw a reaction.

“How about you make me.” You answered back, looking up at him defiantly. Pretending that he did nothing to you. That he didn’t already have you soaked. You had been waiting for this since he had left your room last night. Rooster’s eyes twinkled at the challenge, finally glancing up to meet your gaze.

Just as quickly, his attention was back down on your bare chest. You held your breath as he trailed his index finger from the base of your neck, down the valley between your breasts, skimming over your navel and hooking into the waistband of your shorts. He paused, brows furrowing as he raised his finger back along the same path and circled the new reddish bruise on your ribs.

He raised an eyebrow at you. That hadn’t been there last night.

“Bob kicked me in the ribs during training, hurt like a bitch.” You explained, watching as he pressed his thumb gently against the bruise. You didn’t wince, just blinked up at him through your lashes.

You had spent the day on an overwater ejection refresher course, and during your round, Bob had kicked you whilst exiting. It hadn’t been a big deal.

“Should be more careful, Steel.” Rooster pressed his chest to yours, brows still furrowed as he lifted your chin to look at him, then lowered his head and pressed his lips to your jugular. You closed your eyes, letting out a soft breath as he grazed your skin with his teeth, covering the mark with his lips and sucking at it until it matched the colour of your rib. “That’s government property you’re damaging.”

You practically melted against him, forcing yourself to regain composure as he pulled back to look at you.

He might not have been bruised, but you knew his body was aching just as much as yours was. Aquatic training was always a killer, both of you had spent upwards of twelve hours in the water and would be spending at least eight hours in the air tomorrow.

You couldn’t stand the thought of doing it without a little reward for all of your hard work through the day.

After your encounter in the showers four weeks ago, you had been waiting for your desire for him to dissipate. As your mission grew closer and the crew had been moved onto base, it had begrudgingly only gone stronger. It had developed into an every day kind of thing over the course of the past week.

Rooster hadn’t gotten a full night’s sleep since last Thursday and he wasn’t mad about it in the slightest. He wasn’t even mad about the fact that he had been rushing back to his room at 4am every night to avoid the Admirals making their morning rounds.

After Jake’s initial freak out in the parking lot of the Hard Deck, the two of you had been much more calculated about your secret meet ups. Jake was none the wiser, believing that it had just been a one off.

You were hoping that it would’ve been. That that first time would’ve been enough to satisfy your curiosity and squash your feelings. But then he had been incredible. The second time had been even better. The third, you might’ve actually cried a little — it was that good.

You didn’t know how many times you had fucked Bradley Bradshaw now but you guessed that it was nearing the 50 mark over the course of your thirty day affair.

As much as it pained you to believe it, you couldn’t keep your hands off of him. And fuck, you wished he’d never take his hands off of you.

His lips dragged from your newly bruised throat to your mouth, capturing your bottom lip between his. You shivered as his hand slid up to rest around the base of your throat, squeezing gently and pushing you back.

The backs of your legs hit the bed base, making you gasp softly against his lips. He put one knee onto the mattress, pressing his body against yours and letting you fall. He watched, faint amusement painting his features as you landed with a bounce onto the Navy issued twin-sized mattress.

You took a moment to look him over. All hard lines and tanned ridges, you watched those defined lines that marked his hips disappear under the waistband of his shorts, then trailed your eyes back up to look at his face.

“Rooster, it’s 3am, don’t be a fucking tease.” You grumbled, pushing yourself up onto your elbows. He knew it made you nervous, him standing above you and just looking over.

“Me? — What about you today? — Taking your flight suit off out there in front of everyone.”

“It gets heavy when it’s wet.” You feigned innocence, batting your eyelashes up at him. He pressed one knee onto the mattress and covered your body with his. His thumb stroked the length of your throat, pushing his knee between your legs.

The flight suit did get heavy when it was wet. Well, all the gear that came with it got really heavy. You had stripped off on the tarmac, sure, but you were wearing a T-shirt and shorts under it. Admiral Simpson would have killed you if you hadn’t been. Maybe you had done it because it was heavy.

Maybe you had done it because you knew it would get a reaction from Rooster.

The gold cross on a chain dangled forward off of his pronounced collarbones as he held himself over you. You had learned now that it belonged to his father and that he wore it when he flew. Poor thing must’ve been so tired he had forgotten to take it off before bed tonight. Yet, here he was with you, wide awake.

“Bullshit,” He murmured, pushing forward and kissing you sweetly, gripping your jaw. “You just wanted to get me hard.”

You grinned at him, sliding your hand between your bodies and grabbing him through his shorts, surprised to find that he had shown up without underwear tonight. Rooster looked down between your bodies, watching you palm him over thin jersey material.

“Did it work?” You asked, meeting his gaze confidently.

Rooster pushed his hips forward into your palm, letting you feel him growing harder in your hand. He shook his head at you, “You wish.”

You squeezed your palm around him, arching your chest up against his, “You’re a bad liar, I saw you blushing.”

“Muscle memory,” Rooster murmured, grinding himself forward into your palm, “You bend over, my body figures what comes next.”

You laughed softly at him, “I’m flattered.”

Rooster took his lip between his teeth as you brought your palm up to your mouth so spit into it, then slid your hand finally into his shorts and wrapped it around his length. As different as it was from the women he had been with in the past, he had to admit that your dynamic was growing on him.

He groaned softly as you lazily jerked him under his shorts, watching your hand moving under the fabric.

“How come you text so late?” Rooster asked, gracing you by looking you in the eye as he spoke to you this time. Your lips quirked up into a smirk, “Were you worried that I wouldn’t text at all?”

He took a moment to look over your features, then smiled smugly and shook his head as he looked back down at your hand in his shorts. “No, I knew you’d be just as desperate for it tonight as you were last night. And the night before that.”

Your thighs squeezed around his hips as you looked up at him. It was embarrassing how much he turned you on. Well, it should have been embarrassing. You were too dizzied by the look on his face to feel anything other than desperate, exactly like he said.

But, you would rather die than admit that to him. You stilled your hand around him, eyes gleaming at the insinuation that you needed him, “You’re forgetting that I’m surrounded by men out here. If I want dick, it’s not like it’s in short supply.”

“And yet,” Rooster lowered his head and kissed on the mouth, slow and sweet, a stark contrast to the tone of your conversation, “I’m the only guy out here who knows what that tight little pussy feels like.”

You bit his bottom lip, just nipping at it lightly, feeling him groan against you. You pushed your hips eagerly against his, catching the back of his neck. Rooster obliged, resting his palm beside your head as he rocked his hips against yours, grinding forward against your body.

“Lucky you.” You murmured against his lips, feeling them quirk up slightly. Your heart fluttered, knowing that he agreed with you. Who would’ve thought? — if someone had told you three months ago that Bradley Bradshaw would be dry humping you on a navy base and you would be smiling like a schoolgirl about it, you would’ve laughed in their face.

Rooster’s fingers curled into the waistband of your sleep shorts whilst his tongue caressed yours. You lifted your hips eagerly for him, watching with your lip between your teeth as he pulled them down your legs.

He sat back on his knees, tracing his fingertips along the bruises that scattered your legs, figuring out which ones were him and which ones were the extensive training that the two of you were being put through.

“Bradshaw, if you don’t hurry up and fuck me then I swear to god, I’m gonna kick you out.” You complained, kicking at his thigh.

Rooster ignored the comment for a moment, taking his sweet time in letting his eyes rake over your naked form. He tugged you closer to him, settling between your knees and rutting his hips against yours, letting you feel how hard he was.

“So goddamn impatient, Steel.”

You whined softly, his erection grazing your core through the fabric of his shorts. You watched as he undressed himself and returned to rest one knee on the end of the bed.

“Haven’t even touched you yet.” He murmured, tugging you to the end of the bed and parting your knees.

You writhed, frustrated as his fingers barely grazed you. Just enough to gage how wet you were. You had grown to know him by now. That look on his face, the moment he felt how worked up you were, you knew he was going to torture you if you let him.

His eyes flickered up to yours, hooded slightly from his lack of sleep, dark with desire.

You kicked at his thigh again, your face hardening slightly as you gave him a serious look. “You can be a gentleman another time, just fuck me.”

“No,” Rooster answered, lips quirking slightly as he trailed his fingers across your thigh, then along your pelvis. Not touching you anywhere you wanted to be touched. Looking you dead in the eye so that you knew it was on purpose. “You can wait a little for it.”

“Rooster, I swear to god I’ll scream.” You warned him, grabbing his wrist and halting his wandering hand. He smiled slightly, glancing down at your fingers curled around his wrist.

“So scream.” He called your bluff, pulling your hand off of him, sliding his fingers between your legs. You swallowed, whining gently as he grazed the pads of his fingers over your clit. As much as you had been waiting all day for this, so had he, and he wasn’t about to be rushed through it.

Rooster pushed two fingers into you, watching your brows furrow slightly at the stretch, then begin to relax as he worked them in and out of you.

“So pretty when you’re not pissing me off, Steel.” Rooster teased you, lips quirking slightly as your eyes fluttered open to glare at him. You moaned softly as his fingers curled against your g-spot, earning him immediate forgiveness for his comment.

You found yourself relaxing against the mattress, eyes closing as Rooster’s fingers worked inside of you. You hummed softly, feeling yourself growing slowly closer.

Then, Rooster withdrew his fingers all together, ghosting his fingertip over your clit as he leaned forward and kissed your jaw.

“Rooster.” You gritted your teeth, glaring at him. He smiled, brushing your hair delicately back off of your face.

There was a moment of silence where you watched him, taking in his amusement and knowing that throwing a fit just wasn’t going to get you anywhere. You had had your fun today, you had to admit. First, the stripping on the tarmac. Second, the waiting until 3am to text — that was on purpose and you knew he was mad about it.

“I’ll suck your dick whenever you want for the next week if you just please fuck me right now.”

Rooster swiped his thumb across your bottom lip, eyebrows scrunching together slightly as he took his own bottom lip between his teeth and studied your features.

“I was going to anyway,” He murmured, rolling his hips forward against yours. “But I like the way you strike deals.”

Rooster kissed the corner of your mouth, then flipped you onto your front and pulled you back against him. He brushed his cock against you, just stroking his tip along your core, being just as much of a tease as usual. His eyes widened slightly in excitement as you growled in frustration. You pushed back against him, digging your fingernails into his thigh.

He clenched his jaw, watching the red lines from your nails appear in the wake of your trailing fingertips, groaning softly.

Rooster curled his fingers around your hip bone, the other around the base of his cock as he pushed forward into you. He watched, your fingers curling tightly around the white sheets, your eyes squeezing shut as you rested your forehead against your closed fist. He heard as you tried to quieten the hiss that your mouth made as he pushed deeper into you.

“Wouldn’t hurt if you weren’t so damn desperate for it, Steel.” Rooster chastised, gritting his teeth as he pushed deeper into you, giving you no time to adjust. Your fingers curled around your sheets, eyes shutting tightly as you rocked back against him again, jaw clenched.

You couldn’t even argue with him. There was no plausible deniability in this instance. You didn’t care.

“Just giving you what you want, princess,” Rooster teased. You held back a soft whimper, pushing your hips back to meet his thrust. You knew he only called you that when he was trying to get a rise out of you, “You just let me know if you can’t take it.”

“Shut up and fuck me, Bradshaw.” You gritted out, offended at the accusation. You cried out as he pulled almost all the way out and then abruptly filled you again, burying your face in the sheets.

Rooster leaned forwards, grabbing the back of your neck and keeping you exactly where you were. You moaned at the pressure, feeling his fingers squeeze as he drove into you deeper and faster than before.

You couldn’t help but think of earlier today at lunch, when Rooster had been sweetly leaned across the table, helping Bob with his crossword puzzle. Or before that, this morning, when you had seen him smiling politely whilst holding the door for one of the superiors.

It was insane to you that no one on this entire base knew this side of him but you. It was thrilling. Maybe that’s what kept you so enthralled. Maybe it was that, or maybe it was just him.

You rutted your hips back against his, net with more force from him this time. He slid his fingers up into your hair, cradling the back of your skull as he pressed you down and fucked you into the mattress.

Your cheek smushed up against the white sheet below you, soft moans spilling from your lips with each deep thrust. Rooster ran his palm over the curve of your ass before him, his lip between his teeth as he watched his cock filling you.

The growing tension in your core, the electricity surging through you, his soft grunts from behind you matching with the sound of his skin hitting yours. Your aching, bruised body was totally putty in his hands. He made you forget it all.

“Fuck, Rooster.” You breathed out, whining softly. He curled his fingers in your hair, leaning forwards and pressing a delicate kiss to your shoulder blade.

“I’ve got you.” He promised. Your eyes closed, knowing that he did. His next thrust knocked the air completely from your lungs and left you silent, white-knuckling your sheets as you drew in a deep gasp of oxygen.

He pulled at your hair, tugging you closer against his chest, positioning you until you were resting back against his thighs, snaking his hand between your legs. Your eyes fluttered closed, practically going limp in his arms for a moment.

“Sound so sweet.” Rooster murmured, holding you tight against him as he rocked his hips up into you, his lips leaving open-mouthed kisses across the length of your neck. You whimpered, letting your head fall back to rest on his shoulder.

His fingers found your clit, working softly over it as his lips grazed your earlobe. You reached behind you, grabbing the back of his neck, arching your spine. Rooster grunted softly, tightening his arm around you as he kissed your jaw.

“I’m so close.” You managed, panting. Rooster groaned softly, the chill of his breath making you shiver against him. He nodded hurriedly as your walls constricted around his cock, nudging you forward and covering your body with his.

You gasped as he lifted your hips off of the mattress and drove his hips forward, grabbing a fistful of your sheets.

“Holy fuck.” You breathed, cheek pressing hard into the mattress as he bottomed out again and again, pounding into you. His hips stuttered slightly as you clenched around him again.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” Rooster breathed, his hand on the back of your neck as he filled you. You whined, pushing your hips back against his hard as he brought you to a climax.

It was clear that he was holding out for you to cum first. Always a gentleman. The moment you let out that strangled moan and dig your nails into his thigh, Bradley’s hips stuttered. His thrusts became more erratic, barely bottoming out.

“Come here.” It was not a question, you whimpered as he pulled out abruptly and flipped you onto your front. You blinked, brows scrunching as he tugged moved forward, his knees on either side of your ribs. “Open.”

You grinned at him, pushing yourself up onto your elbows and obediently parting your lips, sticking out your tongue. He groaned at the sight, his head lulling back as his fist worked around his length. He lifted it again, jaw clenched as he watched you take every drop.

He paused for just a moment, damp with perspiration as he watched you swallow for him. You gasped softly as he dropped down onto his back beside you. One of your shoulders hung over the edge of the twin sized bed as you both tried to catch your breath.

Your brows furrowed as Rooster’s arms snaked around around torso. He rolled onto his side and pulled you against his chest, pushing one of his knees between yours.

You gave yourself a moment, running your fingers along each tense muscle in his back as he held you. This was odd. The two of you had never cuddled after sex. It was always a quick goodbye.

He sighed softly, snuggling his head against the crook of your neck.

“I should go clean up.” You murmured, fingers toying delicately with the gold chain around his neck. Rooster’s brows furrowed as his arms enveloped you further, pulling you tighter against his chest and holding you there.

“Stay,” His voice was gruff and tired, his eyes still closed as he pressed his lips to your forehead. Your eyes closed in silent resignation, knowing that there was just no use in pulling against his strength.

Plus, the way he brought you in, tucking your head under his jaw and snuggling against you like you were his teddy bear — it was kind of sweet. You closed your eyes, feeling the beat of his heart against your cheek. “Just for a sec.”

It really did feel like just a second. You didn’t even realise you were close to falling asleep until you were being woken up.

It took you a moment to come to. You blinked, brows furrowing in confusion as you lifted your head from the pillow, glancing down and realising that neither of you had moved. His arms were tight around you, he was half on top of you, heavy and dead asleep still, snoring softly. Both of you just as naked as you had been when you had promised to just cuddle for a second hours ago.

This was why you hated cuddling.

The light streaming into the window from under the curtain made your heart stop. You gasped, realising what had woken you up. Your eyes shot toward the door as another harsh set of knocks vibrated the wood.

Rooster stirred slightly, his arms constricting around you, lips pressing softly to your temple before he slipped back into total unconsciousness.

“Rooster, get the fuck up!” You whisper aggressively, making him jolt. He pulled back, features completely taken over with confusion as he blinked at you. It took him a moment to register what had happened, until another set of angrier knocks hit your door.

“Fuck!” Rooster leapt up so quickly that he almost tripped, hitting over your clearly already useless alarm clock in the process. No longer pressed into the mattress by his body weight, you leapt up after him.

“Lieutenant Seresin, you’ve got three seconds before we open this door!”

You cringed as the Admiral pounded the door once again, looking around hurriedly for clothes. Rooster’s fight or flight clearly wasn’t working this morning. Instead, he had opted for the less popular — freeze.

It wasn’t until you had haphazardly pulled on your SpaceJam T-shirt and picked up your sleep shorts that you caught sight of him. Full deer in headlights mode. He stood on the other side of the bed, one hand covering his modesty as he stared at the still closed door.

“Rooster!” You whisper angrily, hurdling over the bed and grabbing his shorts, shoving them into his hands, “Fucking move it!”

Maybe if he had acted faster, or maybe if the two of you had woken up at the sound of the first knock, you would have had time to hide him. The two of you were barely dressed, Rooster standing with no shirt on and you in your pyjamas, side by side beside your bed as the door was opened by a member of the site team.

The two of you made sheepish eye contact with Admiral Simpson. He was clearly furious. Though, as he clocked the two of you, you saw his anger falter and become pure shock for a moment. He composed himself again, face stern.

“Do you know what time it is?” He barked, making you both wince. You hesitantly shook your head at him, your busted alarm clock laying on the floor. “You’re twenty minutes late for training.”

Rooster sighed, keeping his eyes on the floor. When he was embarrassed, he didn’t just blush. His whole chest, his cheeks, even his ears flushed red.

“Get your asses up, I want you on that tarmac in five minutes!”

You watched him glance towards the unmade bed, and then back at the state of undress that you both were in, and narrow his eyes.

“I’ll see you both after training, in my office for a quick discussion on the rules around here. Understood?”

You both nodded, staring at the ground, ashamed.

“Move it!” Admiral Simpson ordered, both of you springing to action.

Coyote was the first to clock the two of you being marched through the hall by Admiral Simpson himself. His eyes widened, pressing a hand over his mouth to keep from busting out laughing.

Jake furrowed his eyebrows as he glanced over at Coyote beside him, confused. He turned, following Coyote’s eye-line as the three of you stepped out onto the tarmac.

There had been several guesses as to why you were late. Jake had firmly stuck with his estimate that you were sick — you had never been late, Seresin’s were never late to anything — so you must have been sick.

There were also several guesses as to why Rooster was late. Jake had guessed that he had chickened out. All of the other guesses had just been proved correct.

You slid into a seat at the very back, slipping your sunglasses on to avoid all of the eyes on you. Rooster didn’t even look at you, taking an empty seat in front of Phoenix.

Jake looked between the two of you. He watched the way Rooster glanced back, turned a furious shade of red and then quickly looked forward again to avoid meeting your eye. He watched you stare at the table, not looking at anyone.

“Are you fucking kidding me, Bradshaw?”

You winced as Jake’s voice rang out through the hangar. Not again.

…

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And Those I Can’t Charm, I Can Kill (P.3)

Title: And Those I Can’t Charm, I Can Kill (Part Three) Summary: Fem!Reader x Mafia!Tony Stark. Too many fringe gangs were making ties and your father noticed. He reached out to the Stark mob for an alliance, offering up a piece of his territory at first. When Stark told him he had enough land, your father offered up the next best thing: you. He knew Stark needed a wife and what better way to solidify a relationship between the two mafia families? You were not naïve, you knew the life and you were trained with guns and negotiations. Your father had made sure of that. The two of you had seen each other on multiple occasions at mafia get togethers and knew of each other. Stark accepted the transaction but little did he know he was going to get a little hellion handed over to him that would not kiss the ground he walked on. He would grow to love it too. Words: 2,559 Warnings (more WILL be added, I am sure): Eventual smut, power dynamics, sexism, smut, public sex, fingering, dom/sub powerplay, kidnapping, violence, death, knife kink, gun kink, angst with a happy ending Author’s Note: I’ve been listening to this song on repeat for AN HOUR as I’ve been writing this. What a club song.

Part Two || Part Four || Masterpost mobile || Fanfic masterpost

A handful of days later, you were following a bouncer through a crowded club. You and your friends had gone out to dinner and Tony had told you on the phone to come here after dinner. It was Natasha’s birthday, and you were supposed to be there to celebrate it with them. He had granted you permission to bring some of your friends. You were unsure if it was just him being nice or if he wanted to know who your friends were for a better read on you. Perhaps it was both.

“This is nice!” One of your friends said in your ear as the group of you were let into the roped off VIP area.

The plush, white seats of the multiple long booths were glimmering in the neon lights and your eyes were drawn to the sectioned video screen, watching the underwater animation on the different screens. Some people were already here, but the only one you recognized was Bucky. He was sitting with a couple of other men, and he gave you a little wave. You acknowledged him in return and noticed he took his phone out. There was a large chance he was texting Tony to let him know that you were there. Keeping tabs still and the thought of it made you scowl.

Even more so when you knew Tony was not there yet. If he wanted you here so bad, where was he? You could have gone to a bar after dinner for a while rather than just coming straight here like he requested. He had been on a business trip the last couple of days, and you were not close to Natasha. It was all about appearances for him. Appear happy. Appear like a power couple. You had acted your part well the other day in the restaurant and he had been satisfied with that. You had felt a flutter of pride seeing how he smiled at you, how impressed he had been at how you handled yourself. Like he saw some worth in you other than a trophy wife.

“Where are the drinks?” Your friend asked, interrupting your thoughts, and you snorted.

“My thoughts exactly.”

<><><>

Tony walked into the VIP section, followed by Rhodey and Bruce. His eyes were running over the people in there, some of them from his crew and the others, Y/N’s friends. He quickly realized Y/N was nowhere in sight and he sighed, annoyance bubbling in his chest. He had specifically told her to come here after they finished dinner. It was after 10:30pm; there was no way she was still eating dinner.

He had been in Atlanta the last couple of days and had just gotten back home mere hours beforehand.

Donning a mask of contentment, he walked over to the table where Natasha was sitting with Clint. He held out the bag he was holding, and Natasha waved him off.

“You did not need to buy me anything. You already provided this amazing space to celebrate me.”

“Take it or I’ll make you open it,” he half teased.

She kissed his cheek and he smiled in response, handing the bag off to her.

Standing straight again, his eyes landed on the ladies in the booth. Bucky was nowhere in sight, so he could not ask him, so he walked over to the women. They eyed him, some looking at him with curiosity, others with arousal.

“Ladies,” he greeted.

“Mr. Stark?” one of them ventured.

He flashed a smile, “Guilty. Can any of you tell me where my lovely wife is? Did she leave?”

“She’s dancing!” The woman closest to him answered over the music.

Tony exhaled, “Right. Okay. Thank you.”

“Thank you for inviting us!” the first girl said and he nodded.

“Anything to make Y/N feel more comfortable.”

<><><>

Near the railing, Bucky had already realized himself Y/N was not upstairs with the group when he noticed Tony arrived, so he was putting eyes on the crowd outside the VIP section where he had a better view of the dance floor. He was hoping to get an eye on her before Tony did in case anything was less than savory. She had left the section awhile ago and had not come back. In his drunk haze, he had not been paying close enough attention to the amount of time. Stupid stupid stupid. She was a target as much as Tony now, probably even more so because she could be held for ransom as collateral. He should have been paying more attention. He was not her body guard though; that had been Erick. And he had followed her down.

“Christ,” Bucky said to himself as he spotted Y/N near the bar.

“What?” Bruce asked him, his hand coming to rest on the railing as he peered over the crowd.

Bucky startled at Bruce’s voice but recovered quickly. “Where’s Tony?”

“Right here,” Tony answered from behind him. Bucky swallowed sharply before turning his head. “Where’s Y/N? Her friends said she was dancing.” He joined them at the railing. “Has she been drinking a lot?”

“They had a couple shots when she was up here. She left about twenty minutes ago to go downstairs. Erick went with her,” Bucky informed him. He saw Erick was off to the side though, not interfering with the scene in front of him. “She’s by the bar… with that guy.”

<><><>

The man’s hand slipped up your skirt and you stiffened.

Trying to pull away you turned around to face him. Taking a step back you kept dancing but carved out some space for yourself. The guy looked amused by the action and his hands were pawing at your hips again, yanking you close again. His hands slipped back, gripping at your ass.

“Okay,” you forced out a laugh, hands coming to his arms. “Let’s keep it friendly.”

“I’m being perfectly friendly,” he answered, refusing to let you get away.

Attempting to pull away, you said, “Friendly as in PG. No hands up the skirts.”

The guy chuckled, trying to pull you back to him. “Sweetheart, with legs like that, can you blame me for trying to touch you?”

“Yes, I can,” you told him, pulling away with more force this time. “We’re dancing, not dry humping.”

“Is there a difference?” he asked, still all smiles but you could see the tight lines at his eyes. The smile was becoming more forced. He was getting impatient. He was on you again, hands coming to your sides.

“I’m married. There’s a big—” you started to say before you were suddenly jerked away from the guy and a figure came in between the two of you.

It took you a few moments to register it was your husband. His back was to you but you could sense he was enraged.

“The fuck is your problem?” the guy shouted at Tony above the music.

“My problem is you’re touching my wife!”

The guy’s eyes shot to you, where you were standing behind Tony. He tried to brush of the awkwardness by crassly laughing, “Maybe you should tell your ‘wife’ to not be such a slut and guys like me wouldn’t put their hands on her!”

Tony’s fist collided with his center, right below the rib cage. The guy’s eyes bulged, gasping for air. Tony socked him again in the same spot with precision, causing his knees to buckle. Tony’s closed fist came down hard across his cheek, whiplashing the guy’s head and knocking him completely to the ground. The crowd had parted, and it was just the pair of them in the small circle, the music still bumping. The guy had not even stood a chance.

He turned on you now and your eyes were wide, shocked he had just beaten the crap out of someone in front of everyone.

“You. Me. Upstairs,” Tony ordered loudly to you, his hand clamping down around your arm.

“They’re gonna call the cops!” you gasped.

“They shouldn’t. I own the place,” Tony responded gruffly, his hand tight around your arm as he dragged you away.

When had he taken over? This place used to be Balthazar’s. Erick was there suddenly, and he was already pulling the guy to his feet. He told Tony he had it and Tony barely registered that he had heard him. You felt eyes on the pair of you as he moved through the crowd that parted easily for him at first but the further you got from the scene, it was a normal inebriated crowd dancing their lives away.

Tony was pulling you up the stairs and turned you away from where the VIP section was on the other end of the upper floor.

“What are you doing? Where are we going?” you demanded.

He did not answer you and took you down the hall that was marked Exit. He held up his watch to the door and it unlocked, and he pulled you inside. There were a couple of men sitting on the couches inside the room – you guessed it was the manager’s office.

“Get out!” Tony barked at them, and they scrambled to do what he said as quickly as possible.

As the door locked close again, Tony whipped you around him and let go of your arm in a fluid motion. His nostrils flared, his eyes wide with his anger. He was visibly shaking when he snarled, “How dare you disrespect me like that! Not even just in public but in my own fucking club!”

Just as enraged at being handled like you had been, you shouted back, “I didn’t ask him to touch me like that, Tony! I was trying to get away from him! Or were you too wrapped up in your own damn ego to notice that?”

Tony snorted, “You didn’t have to ask him if you were already dancing on your own! Seems to me you were looking for trouble! You should have stayed upstairs!”

“Yeah well, good thing you were there! I apparently need a handler!”

Tony was on you, hovering. “I’m glad you recognize that because you drive me insane!”

You shoved him and his eyes were wild, angry you had done it. Well, fucking good! He was blaming you for something you had not done, and he did not need to be so goddamn close. You did it again when he still didn’t give you space.

“I drive you insane?” you demanded.

“Immensely!”

“Right back at you!” you retorted. “Maybe you shouldn’t accuse me of things I haven’t done! You did the right thing taking me away, but your anger is completely misdirected! I wasn’t trying to disrespect you! I wanted to just dance! And then some guy comes and lays hands all over me! I told him I was married and he didn’t care! That was the problem! Not me wanting to dance! Redirect your anger, you pompous asshole!”

Tony’s hand came up to lazily point at his chest, sarcasm dripping, “Oh, I’m an asshole?”

“Did I stutter?”

“According to you, I just saved you from an uncomfortable situation!”

“Do you want me to throw you a fucking parade for acting like a decent human being who saw someone in trouble and came to the rescue?”

“You’re so goddamn overdramatic!”

“Overdramatic?”

“Did I stutter?” Tony spat back.

Your chests heaving from your passion, the anger thrumming, the two of you stared daggers through the other. The music was muffled by the door, only the bass thumping.

The air was tight.

Tony’s lips parted ever so slightly, and your eyes fell to the movement for a brief second before meeting his gaze again.

Too tight. It was spilling over.

You threw hands at him but in a different type of aggressiveness. Your fingers curled into his shirt, yanking him to you instead of away. Your lips crashed together, and his arms found their home around you. Your back hit the wall and he was grinding his pelvis into you, both of you gasping for brief air in between passionate kisses. His hands ruched your dress up over your hips and he quickly came to grip at your ass as he groaned into your kiss.

“Unzip me,” you gasped and he did so without any more direction, shoving the dress down your body, leaving you in your bra and thong.

Tony was breathing erratic, watching you hungrily.

“Lose them,” you told him, meaning his jeans, tugging at them, and he caught the gist.

The two of you moved in tandem, shredding clothing left and right until you found yourselves up against the couch, the back of Tony’s calves hitting it first. Climbing up and straddling him, you dipped down, holding his jaw as you kissed him with fervor. Tony’s tongue slipped past your lips, swirling around you own. You moaned into his mouth, grinding your hips and he responded in like.

His hands were gripping at the base of your ass, pulling you closer, forcing your pussy to brush against him harder.

You pulled away and he instinctively followed, his lips still pursed. You smiled at the sight, and he noticed, expression falling if only for a moment. You guided him to your entrance and you sunk slowly. His fingers flexed, his breath catching.

“God, you’re drenched,” he murmured, his cock fitting inside, brushing every nerve. “You’ve been such a goddamn tease.”

“A tease?” you asked, sinking completely and he groaned loudly, fully seated inside. “Maybe I was waiting for you to prove yourself! Apparently you can handle me.” You pulled back up, only his head buried in your folds to tease him. “What a coincidence.”

Tony responded with digging his fingers into your thighs and he thrusted hard.

Nipping at his nose, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders.

“Stop stalling,” he growled. He was impatient.

He had been waiting for this for so long, you could gather that. If what your friend had overheard at the wedding was any indication of that. Well, you were going to let him have it.

You were bouncing, your thighs slapping against his. You were falling into the complete and pure pleasure. It was different with him; he was yours, you were his. You controlled the movements and he let you. He was so goddamn attractive and you felt the emotion overwhelming you that you were really married to this man. You needed to stake your claim and it only made you ride harder.

Tony held you close, whispering about how beautiful you were and how lucky he was. Bite marks were left along the top of your breasts, his tongue swirling around your nipples and sucking in. He was worshiping you, completely lost.

And when he gripped you tightly, you gasped when you felt his cum coating, finishing deep. His hand came down, almost slapping, and his thumb found your clit between your bodies. He was rubbing with precision, encouraging you in soft tones.

“C’mon, baby.”

He had you tumbling and him still fully seated inside, the two of you shared in a moan as you clenched.

You grinded your hips once more, enjoying the feeling of him inside. The intimacy was what had been missing, the two of you holding out on the other, too preoccupied with being shielded. This felt good and you hoped it was not a fluke.

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Marvel tags: @coconutqueen21​ @undecidedsworld​ @holl2712​​ @agustdowney​  @biiskuitx​​ @buttercupfangirl​​

Fic tags: @patheticallysentimental​

[hoperays-song]

Ok random question that popped in my head. What would the cast and crew wear to sleep? And how would they prepare to go and sleep for the day? Would they wear pajamas? Wear their normal attire? Or even better yet, would they wear onesies :O now that’s just cute and wholesome

Great question!! So the only ones I actually thought out were for the teens (Johnny, Ryan, Porsha, Nooshy, Ash, and Meena), since they do have movie nights in my fics a fair bit! Hope you enjoy!

- <3 Gooseless

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PJs

Johnnny: Old t-shirt and PJ pants, sometimes with a hoodie.

Ryan: Sweatshirt and PJ shorts, sometimes with fuzzy socks.

Porsha: Complete matching PJ Set, sometimes with matching robe.

Nooshy: Long sleeved shirt and PJ shorts, sometimes with leggings (+ a bonnet for the human au).

Ash: Band tank top and PJ pants, sometimes with an old hoodie.

Meena: PJ long sleeved dress and PJ pants, sometimes with plain robe.

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Nighttime Routine (based on roommates)

Johnny and Ryan: After the show, they will typically do their own thing for a bit (Johnny calling his family, Ryan working out/dancing). Then they'll typically make dinner in the communal kitchen and eat in their dorm. Ryan showers first while Johnny cleans up, and Johnny showers while Ryan starts on his schoolwork (he's enrolled as a college student online). They'll typically talk and watch a tv show before going to sleep. Ryan does tend to stay up later doing schoolwork however.

Porsha and Nooshy: After the show, Nooshy typically will go straight back to their room and play some video games while Porsha will hang out with some cast members. Their dinner typically is leftovers of whatever Johnny, Meena, or Rosita made that day. Nooshy showers first and typically will watch a movie before bed. Porsha showers second and will typically stay up playing games online for a bit.

Ash and Meena: After the show, Meena will typically go straight to the kitchen and help whoever is there (usually Rosita or Johnny) with cooking or start something herself. On the other hand, Ash hangs out with Clay until dinner. They take turns showering first and will either just hang out or watch a movie or something before going to bed.

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Onesies Night

Johnnny: Toothless from How to Train Your Dragon. (Gift from Gunter the previous winter).

Ryan: Light Fury from How to Train Your Dragon. (Got it a few weeks into the Majestic stay in prep for a onesie movie night).

Porsha: Meowth from Pokémon. (Owns like 20+ onesies because she finds them cute).

Nooshy: Mike Wazowski from Monster Inc. (One of the first clothing items she got herself once they started living with the Taylors).

Ash: Shark from... well, real life. (Gift from Gunter the previous winter).

Meena: Angel from Lilo and Stitch. (Gift from Gunter the previous winter).

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Bonus: Pretty much all of my ships fit into this dynamic.

Also, this living arrangement would just be pure chaos. Like Meena and Ash would probably be the chillest out of the roommate pairs because they're sisters and used to each other at this point.

Meanwhile, neither Porsha or Nooshy can keep a decent sleep schedule to save their lives and have the attention spans of goldfish. Johnny and Ryan are just Johnny and Ryan and there's something about those two that makes them seem like chaotic roommates (that and the constant oblivious co-dependency and flirting).

Let's be honest here, maybe letting a 17 year old, two 18 year olds, two 19 year olds, and a 20 year old with horrible coping skills and overall mental health live together was not Buster's best idea. They have a reign of terror on that poor hotel.

[angryschnauzer]

Superior Specimen - Chapter 1

Summary: One night when you are following the Archaeology tag on instagram you stumbled across a fun looking dig... and an even more interesting Paleontologist who soon follows you back. Over the following weeks you start chatting and a friendship soon grows.

Relationship: AU Henry Cavill x Female Reader (No race or body shape mentioned)

Warnings: Slow Burn, NSFW, 18+, Mutual Masturbation, Phone Sex

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I don’t have a masterlist, but all my works are on AO3, link here. Usually i post oneshots to Tumblr and AO3, and multichapters exclusively to AO3, but as this is my first henry story and its going to be a short series, i’ll post to both places.

Superior Specimen – Chapter 1

It had all started innocently; you’d been cruising the paleontology and archaeology tags on Instagram, checking out the progress of the summer digs you were unable to go on, one in particular catching your interest. The dig in the Siberian summer desert was posting some fascinating photos and clips, and you were following them avidly from that point on. 

 A week later when you got the job at the Natural History Museum and you proudly posted a selfie in your uniform, you saw some familiar accounts like and comment, one in particular leaving a chain of hearts, and when you clicked on the profile you saw it was one of the palaeontologists from the Siberian dig. Hitting that ‘follow back’ button you didn’t think much more about the account.

 -

 It was your first day and you couldn’t have been prouder of your own achievements. You knew that jobs within the archaeology and palaeontology fields were few and far between, and unless you were blessed with some very rich parents or managed to snag some sort of sponsor or bursary, actually following the dream and getting in at the upper levels was almost impossible. You’d worked your socks off, volunteering on domestic digs during breaks from university, taking jobs after your degree to advance your language skills, and now it had paid off; the front desk at the most renowned museum in the country, perhaps even the world. Now as you stood beneath the skeleton of the Blue Whale in the giant atrium of the gothic building, you adjusted your name badge, polishing the three flags that were adorned on the bottom of the badge to show the languages you spoke, and watched as the security guard unlocked the doors for the days visitors to excitedly rush in.

 The following weeks rushed by, you thoroughly enjoyed your role and settled into it quickly. You were called upon to help translate for confused visitors from overseas, held a level head when people got out of hand, had met all the staff - it surprised you how small of a number of staff there actually were - and above all you felt completely settled.

 At the end of a long day you finished up your shift and clocked off, grabbing your bag from the staffroom lockers before stepping out into the warm summer evening. Checking your notifications you saw a DM, and smiled when you saw who it was from; the guy from the Siberian dig that over the last few weeks you had started chatting to casually. 

 @Kinghenry; “Looking beautiful as always. How was work?”

 You smiled where you could see he’d replied to an on-the-way-to-work selfie you’d posted that morning;

 “Good. Tiring. And thank you <3”

 You saw the little notification that your message had been seen, and paused as you saw that he was writing, meaning he was online right at that moment;

 “What are your plans for the rest of the night?”

 “A scented bath, then I’m ordering takeout and bingeing Netflix”

 “So, no-one to take you to dinner?”

 You smiled at his sly way of asking if you’re single;

 “Nope. Why; are you asking?”

 “Absolutely. Plus, I brought you a gift back from the dig”

 “Oh yes? What’s that, a bunch of bones?”

 “Just one. A big one. Wanna see?”

 You laugh-groaned at his innuendo, before another message came through with the icon that the user had attached a photo. Your thumb hovered over the icon, hesitating. Had this casual flirting advanced to dick pics? And more to the point; did you actually want to see what he was packing? Hell, you’d seen the crew shots of the dig and had seen him tagged, the guy was built like Hercules. Taking a deep breath you looked up and noticed you were almost at the entrance to the tube station. If you didn’t tap it now you wouldn’t have enough signal in the underground train tunnels to download it, and you knew he would have had the notification that you’d gotten the message. You tapped on the photo… and waited…

 The laugh you let out once the photo loaded bubbled from your throat; there he was, stood in the Siberian desert, chest bare, and holding what must have been a femur from an enormous bi-ped as it was well over 4ft long. You knew that fossils were incredibly heavy, so for him to be holding one of that size you felt a tingle in your stomach at the thought of how strong he was. Screenshotting it your phone buzzed where he sent another message;

 “So, what do you think? *wink*”

 “That’s an impressive bone”

 “Heavy too”

 You felt a bead of sweat slowly make its way down your back, the heat of the summer evening still intense in the city, and you knew if you stood outside the tube station much longer you’d melt;

 “I’ve got to get on the tube, talk later xxx”

 -

 Later was quite a few hours later, and as you sank into the scented bath, you’d indulged yourself with oils, petals, candles; the whole nine yards. The obligatory candle-lit shot of your legs peeking out of the water headed to your grid, before you settled back and relaxed.

 Your phone propped up in the wooden bath shelf playing your music, and a glass of wine half-drunk as you let the feeling of the waters soothe you. After a couple of songs you heard the chime of a notification, peering out of one eye to see that he’d sent you a message. Wiping your hands on a towel you opened it and smiled;

 “Sorry if the tease was too much earlier”

 “Not at all. I opened it, didn’t I? *wink*”

 “That you did… you curious little thing. How’s the bath?”

 “Warm, wet, and relaxing”

 You knew you were being a tease, but you’d had a glass of wine before you’d even gotten into the bath so you were a little emboldened by the alcohol. Your phone chimed and you saw another photo notification, tapping on it and letting out a ‘ouff’. He was standing in front of a full length mirror, wearing just a pair of running shorts that clung to his sweat drenched body and left absolutely nothing to the imagination, the clear outline of a heavy cock resting against his thigh to the point you were surprised it didn’t peek out from the leg hole.

 “I could do with something warm wet and relaxing right now… got all worked up at the gym”

 Your jaw literally dropped; you couldn’t tear your eyes away from the screen as your entire body shuddered with lust. Turning onto your side you flipped the camera to selfie mode, and snapped a shot of your body; doe eyes, the swell of your breasts glistening in the candlelight, down to the curve of your hip as it emerged from the cloudy blue and green water. Not a single thing was showing - nipples and pussy just hidden by the water - but it was obvious you were completely naked. You hit send and settled back into a more comfortable position, watching the screen as it changed from sent to seen then the little notification to tell you he was typing;

 “Look at what you’ve done to me”

 The photo that loaded was taken from chest height, and he caught his stomach and Adonis belt, and his shorts were obscenely tented. He was typing again, and much to your surprise it was a phone number;

 “Here’s mine, or you can show me yours… number that is…”

 Taking a deep breath you hit the number and raised the phone to your ear, hearing it ring before a deep voice answered;

 “Henry?”

 “Yes, is that you Princess?”

 “It’s me” you found your free hand had slid down your body to the juncture of your thighs, just his voice was turning you on.

 “What are you doing?”

 “I’m touching myself… your voice… fuck…”

 “So, if my voice is turning you on so much you must touch yourself, taking you out for dinner will be an interesting experience. Will I need to slide my hand under the table and pet that little pussy of yours?”

 “I guess I’ll have to skip wearing underwear then…”

 The groan that you heard down the line sent sparks to your clit as you rubbed figure eights over the sensitive nub, and you longed to hear it in person, whispered against your ear, his hot breath fanning your skin.

 From that point the conversation entered the gutter, Henry had the dirtiest mind and the deepest voice, his words wrapped around your brain like it was enrobed in salted caramel, and when you came you called out his name so loud your neighbours probably heard. As you came down from your orgasmic high you heard a quiet chuckle;

 “Feel better now Princess?”

 “Hmmm yes, thank you”

 “I need a shower now… somehow I’m even more worked up than before the gym… Hmmn I wonder why?” he mused down the line

 “Shame I can’t lend a hand to help out” you countered, and the sharp inhale of breath told you he’d liked what you’d said.

 “That can be arranged… anyway, I have an issue I now need to take care of, and as you’re not here I need to take the matter into my own hands”

 “Both hands?” you asked coyly

 “Jesus woman… you’re gonna be the death of me, I’m so fucking hard I could burst right now”

 “Well I’ll let you go, but I’ll say what I said before, shame I can’t lend a hand. Speak soon Henry”

 “Absolutely, take care Princess”

Chapter 2 >>>

[theshanemartis]

let’s play  🔊 what’s in shane’s bag!  🔊

shane is an over packer in the sense that she packed for five days instead of two “just in case.” 

TOPS

3 t-shirts with varying graphics on each

1 one patterned button up shirt

2 tank tops (read: tshirts she turned into tank tops to work out in)

BOTTOMS

1 pair of dark grey jeans

2 pairs of shorts

1 pair of black and white adidas joggers (similar to what she was wearing)

1 pair of adidas training shorts 

INTIMATE APPAREL

1 adidas sports bra

5 pairs of american eagle boxer briefs  

FOOTWEAR

1 pair of adidas slides

4 pairs of black ankle socks

2 pairs of black crew socks

(her running shoes were moved to her carry on to save space)

SWIMWEAR

1 pair of swim trunks 

1 adidas bikini top

ACCESORIES

1 pack of black pony tail holders, half full

TOILETRIES

1 toiletry pouch containing travel sized bottles of shampoo, conditioner, and body wash

1 stick of dove men’s deodorant 

1 hair brush

1 toothbrush and tube of colgate toothpaste 

3 tampons (just in case)

MISCELLANEOUS

(some of these may have been in her carry on but i dont care)

1 macbook air with charger

1 iphone 11 with charger

1 pair of airpods

1 week long pill organizer (set up for just in the weekend slots containing a mix of pills that you can assume were not acquired legally)

1 school notebook

2 black pens

[karakozakov]

Fic Rec Pt.2

Here’s more fanfics to make your weekend!!!

Part 1 | Part 3 | Part 4

Haikyuu!!

Pokemon Stars by Sleepy_Dormouse

Relationships: Tsukishima Kei/Yamaguchi Tadashi, Amanai Kanoka/Tanaka Ryuunosuke, Akaashi Keiji/Bokuto Koutarou

Language: English | Words: 316,468 | Chapters: 88/100 | Warning: Work in progress

With fierce battles and aggressive trainers how will timid Yamaguchi Tadashi find his place in the Pokemon world. Traveling beside his best friend, Tsukishima Kei, hopefully he will find his calling and prove to himself and the world that he is more than just a shy boy from Poni Island. 

This Insignificant Pride and Prejudice by Mysecretfanmoments, Pouler (poulerslashes)

Relationship: Oikawa Tooru/Ushijima Wakatoshi

Language: English | Words: 33,656 | Chapters: 3/3 

Oikawa Tooru graduated high school with the burning desire to succeed in his college career. He'd hoped that might include taking down his arch-nemesis along the way, but when he finds that his college team hosts an offensively familiar face, he can't help but think that the universe might be conspiring against him. After all, what could be worse than playing on the same team as Ushijima?

i'll fall with gravity by ebenroot

Relationships: Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru

Language: English Words: 146,920 Chapters: 14/14

'Iwaizumi finds a lacy pair of panties hanging on the banister when he enters the foyer with coffee, donuts, and files balancing on his forearms. He prays to God that it isn’t his boss’s.'

or

Iwaizumi Hajime's official title is 'Assistant to Oikawa Tooru, CEO and Founder of Aoba Johsai Enterprises'. It is not 'Supersuit Tester/Friendly Ear to Stressed Scientists/Babysitter of a Nineteen-Year Old Wall Crawler/Sugawara Koushi's Eyes and Ears/Official Merc Bouncer/Unwilling Person that Stumbles Upon a Plot involving Enhanced Children'. Really, he deserves a pay raise.

i don't like darkness by avenqelic

Relationships: Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru, Tendou Satori/Ushijima Wakatoshi

Language: English | Words: 11,064 | Chapters: 7/7

It couldn’t be real. Everyone had heard of Oikawa Tooru, the legendary prodigy who had gone missing with the rest of the crew from the Seijoh ten years ago. They were out on a four-year mission, with the last transmission halfway through saying they were on their way home.

After that, nothing.

Oikawa Tooru is lost in space. Iwaizumi Hajime tries to bring him home.

cross my heart and hope to die by TripsH

Relationships: Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru

Language: English | Words: 58,331 | Chapters: 1/1

This summer was their last chance, their final stand—kill or be killed, destroy or be destroyed. Failure wasn’t an option. Not for them.

Oikawa Tooru and Iwaizumi Hajime had crossed their hearts over a promise written in blood and punctuated with the utter decimation of a life they had once known, had thrown themselves into a new life where death was a commonality, survival a privilege. But they had only their goal in mind, only thought of the promises that drove them forward: to fight, to survive, to beat Shiratorizawa and pay them back for all that had been forcibly ripped from them. To win.

No matter what it took, they would.

i'm gonna be the man who comes back home to you by baekuugo (insxouts)

Relationships: Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru, Hinata Shouyou/Kageyama Tobio, Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi, Oikawa Tooru/Ushijima Wakatoshi

Language: English | Words: 22,504 | Chapters: 8/8 | Warning: Mature

Iwaizumi Hajime is a single father trying to raise a teenager (or three) on his own. He thinks he does pretty okay and things are going great until he meets the Oikawa Tooru (who isn't as great as people think he is, if you ask Iwaizumi) and his life takes a turn for the best worst.

it's tradition. by hicsvntdracones

Relationships: Kyoutani Kentarou/Yahaba Shigeru, Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru, Hanamaki Takahiro/Matsukawa Issei, Kindaichi Yuutarou/Kunimi Akira

Language: English | Words: 5,577 | Chapters: 1/1

It's tradition, it's tradition, they all say as they gather up the second and first years. The second years have a look of hard determination, while the first years are simply confused. Oikawa claps his hands together.

"Let's begin this year's annual training camp truth or dare!"

Kunimi tries to run.

A Place to Call Home by the_madame21

Relationships: Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru, Akaashi Keiji/Bokuto Koutarou, Terushima Yuuji/Ushijima Wakatoshi, Kuroo Tetsurou/Tsukishima Kei

Language: English | Words: 191,554 | Chapters: 44/44 | Warning: Explicit

Oikawa Tooru doesn't need an alpha. He's doing fine all on his own. And the past four years of being a single mother have proven that this is exactly what he wanted from life.

Of course, life has a way of not always going as planned.

the slow descent by pennyofthewild

Relationship: Oikawa Tooru/Ushijima Wakatoshi

Language: English | Words: 7,127 | Chapters: 2/2

On the first day of university volleyball practice, Oikawa Tooru walks into the gymnasium, sees Ushijima Wakatoshi standing in the middle of the court, immediately turns on his heel and walks back out.

If you can't beat them, join them.

only for the weekend by project_ecto

Relationship: Oikawa Tooru/Iwaizumi Hajime

Language: English | Words: 33,958 | Chapters: 5/5

RENT-A-BAE FOR THE NEW YEAR’S Single and tired of your family and relatives asking when you’re gonna get a boyfriend? Shut them up with your very own fake bf – Iwaizumi Hajime (20 years old, 179cm, great arms)! New year’s packages available!

Platinum - stay all night - matching outfits - small talk - some physical display of affection - cute story about how you met - help with dishes after dinner - details about post-graduation plans - a kiss

CALL 03-0401-1020 FOR A QUOTE!

Complete with a cropped picture of himself stuck on the right side of the godforsaken flyer, typed out in fucking Comic Sans, Iwaizumi was dangerously close to socking whoever thought it was funny to advertise him as a rentable boyfriend.

or, what was a harmless prank somehow lands Iwaizumi with a fake boyfriend for the new year’s.

Open Tab by Mooifyourecows

Relationships: Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi, Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru, Azumane Asahi/Nishinoya Yuu, Akaashi Keiji/Bokuto Koutarou, Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou

Language: English | Words: 540,908 | Chapters: 56/? | Warning: Work in progress

To: Shimi hey, quick question, do you think I might be gay? From: Shimi Sawamura's thighs? To: Shimi oh wtf From: Shimi Am I wrong?

--

All Sugawara wants is a little inspiration. All Daichi wants is for his regulars to finally pay off their tab. All everyone else wants is to drink good liquor and watch as their best friends struggle.

The Haunting of Oikawa Tooru by Esselle

Relationships: Hinata Shouyou/Kageyama Tobio, Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru

Language: English | Words: 5,685 | Chapters: 2/2

This is not how Tooru wanted to spend his day. It's not his fault he's so in tune with the spirits. He didn't ask to have his house haunted—he’s not even getting paid for this.

But unfortunately, they won't go away until he figures out how to help them be at peace.

"Okay," Tooru says, "so Chibi-chan, you foolishly summoned Tobio-chan's restless spirit, and he's still too clueless to figure out how to move on, hmm?"

--

Tooru prefers not meddling in the affairs of the dead. Sometimes, however, their spirits don't give him that option.

[piningfor-pinestwins]

Natural Attraction - Investigations (ch. 9 ) (Stan X Reader Slow Burn; Eventual Not SFW)

You scratch at your chin as you look down at the haphazardly-packed duffel bag on your bed, thinking of what else you should bring. Really, you should be prepared for anything with this crew…

It’s been pretty chilly the last few nights, so you brought both t-shirts and sweaters, in case of better weather or to layer up. You have your sturdy hiking boots (the ones you bought after your shoes got caught in the thorny brushes a few ‘adventures’ ago), four pairs of socks, five pairs of undies, 3 pairs of jeans and your most fluffy and warm pj pants. Tapping lightly at your cheek, you feel the way your mouth screws up in thought, moving around your room for just a few more things before you hear a familiar set of footsteps coming up the stairs to your bedroom door.

“I dunno if you wanted to pack the tent with your stuff or not, but I’ve got it here for you,” Stan’s voice says from behind you, and you smile before you notice you’re doing it.

Thanks, if you’d just leave it by the door, that’d be great, You motion, moving toward the foot of your bed to lift the patterned quilt you sleep beneath off the mattress. Could you help me fold this? You look to him just as he moves to make his leave, but he stops at your request, offering a little smile as he moves closer to help. You take two corners and he bends to do the same, watching you with a gentle confirmation of which way you’re folding the thing.

It’s a simple thing to do, yet each time your knuckles brush against his fingers, or the closer you step as the blanket folds smaller, you feel an odd sort of intimacy in the motion. He passes the bundle of fabric into your hands with a warm look, blowing hair out of his face as he takes a step back.

“D’ya not have a sleeping bag? Hon, y’might get cold, even with all that.” Motioning to your nearly-full duffel bag, he leans back against the wall of your bedroom, quirking a brow in something like concern.

No, and it’s too close to time to go into town for one, You admit with a sigh, shrugging a little as you shove the quilt into the bag. Shuffling some stuff around to make room, you tsk and readjust your journal against the side by your undies, glancing up just in time to see Stan’s gaze following your hands in your bag. You flush, but quickly cover the things with your hands as you look over at him with a smirk. Stan’s brows quirk up at your movement, and his gaze trails up your arms to see your heated cheeks and playful smile, his dimple showing as he tries to hold back his own smile with his tongue pressed against his cheek.

“Listen, y’shouldn’t have that shit layin’ around if you didn’t want me to see it,” He starts with a laugh in his voice, eyes glinting playfully in your direction before flicking up toward the ceiling instead. You scoff in response, but your smile doesn’t falter as you finish packing up the bag and zip the thing up, Maybe you shouldn’t stick your nose in other people’s business. Didn’t your mom teach you that?

“Oho, if you think Ma taught me to stay outta other people’s business, you’ve never met her. The woman’s a blabbermouth--probably why she did so well on the psychic line all those years,” He hums, scratching at his chin seemingly in thought. You’ve heard, albeit briefly, about the Pines parents and their respective lines of work. Though, you don’t know much else about the duo--not that it really matters, per se.

Well, anyway, thank you for your help, you snooper, teasing, you pull the bag on over one shoulder as you glance around, double-checking for anything else you might need before moving closer toward the door. You pinch lightly at his elbow, getting his attention back to you and making him laugh all in one motion. He’s smiling when he looks at you, and you feel heat in your cheeks when you find yourself smiling back, standing the closest you have to the man since the night before. You clear your throat, reaching to grab the little bag that holds the tent that he’d brought in and left at the door at your request, A-And thank you for this, too. It’ll be put to good use, you promise, immediately feeling dumb for it because no shit, Sherlock, it’ll be put to good use, you have to sleep somewhere.

He shrugs, motioning you ahead as he moves to leave your room behind you. “It’s really no problem. If Sixer’d thought ahead, he would have warned us that we’d need them and we wouldn’t be in this mess, but I think his tent’ll be big enough for the three of us guys to sleep in for a couple nights. S’long as they can keep their mouths shut for a few hours of shuteye, it’ll work out fine.” Stan shuts your bedroom door behind him as you take the steps down to the second floor, stopping to see his things already packed and waiting outside his door.

“Are you two nearly ready?” Ford calls from downstairs, a soft grumble of a headache complaint following his question. You smile at the voice as you respond, glancing over the bannister as you start down the rest of the stairs, It would seem so.

“Good,” Fiddleford’s voice chimes in, and you catch sight of the two standing together with their packs and warm jackets on as you come further down the stairs, “We’ve got about thirty minutes o’daylight left, and if we plan to get anywhere close to the first clearing in the trees, we’ve gotta shake a leg.” You look out the window when he talks about lingering daylight, nodding at his approximation.

You said this creature creeps out at night, right? Do you think we’ll get wherever it is this evening?

“It’s unlikely,” Ford answers, and you hear Stan come down the steps and stop a step or two behind you to join the conversation, “But if we make our way far enough tonight, we’re likely to find more evidence of the being, at least.”

“What kinda thing d’ya think it is, anyway?” Stan asks, and Fiddleford shrugs in response. “I couldn’t rightly tell ya. Have you got any idea?” He cocks his head in your direction. You feel all eyes on you, offering a shrug as you step off the stairs and move toward the back screen door, Let me take a look at these tracks while you three lock up.

Ford nods, pulling his heavy backpack on with a grunt, and Fiddleford tugs his own canvas bag closer, double-checking the carabiner attaching it to the little icebox containing what you can assume is your meals for the next few days. Stan pulls his (seemingly lighter than Ford’s) backpack on, taking the last remaining steps down to the duo as you make your way out the back door to find the tracks that your inebriated colleagues claimed to see.

When they join you again a few minutes later, you’ve found the tracks, near Fidd’s truck, and sure enough, veering off into the woods. You reach to where your camera strap is hooked to the duffel bag, quickly undoing the tie and snapping a picture of the tracks. Eyes are on you again as you study the real deal ahead of you, but you hardly notice the trio of brunets watching you with varying degrees of intrigue as you shake the film that’s fresh from the printer and put the camera strap around your neck instead.

They’re odd, you murmur, the thought coming to you easily from your years of studying, It’s a bipedal thing, with something akin to toes, but...its gait stays on the balls of its feet--if you want to call these feet.

“Yeah, I see what you mean,” Stan offers, and your head turns to look at him just as Ford and F’s do, too. The man seems almost surprised at the attention, brows flying up as he stammers to explain himself, “T-The thing’s got like, three toes. I don’t know if you can call these feet.”

You nod enthusiastically, getting a little more excited at engaging in your wheelhouse. Four, actually. The three you see on the front, plus the one in back, implies that whatever this is, is skilled in perching or climbing. So, it’s possible we’ll find it in a tree, or some other off-ground thing.

“Are we chasin’ some superbird?” Fidds asks, brow furrowing toward you and Ford. Ford frowns with a shrug, looking to you for confirmation as he offers a shrug, “It doesn’t seem out of the realm of possibility...She’s not been wrong before.” He adds, a lift of a smile curling his lip. He’s excited to put your knowledge to work, the prospect of discovering another new species causing a joy-filled anxiety to bubble in your belly.

That was my next point-- Near here, where the tracks end, you take hurried steps beside the trail and the trio follow behind to keep up, The pattern of steps is interrupted. Two steps, two steps, one step, and nothing.

“But, there’s these...marks,” Stan seems to be following your train of thought, foot scuffing against a distinct pattern in the dirt a few feet from where the single footstep (clawstep?) is settled. Fiddleford points to the pattern’s twin, mirrored on the other side.

Exactly! Indication of an upward force in the dirt. If I were to… You move a few steps back, stepping toward the pattern near Fidds. You cup your hand as you kneel close to the ground, raising your hand above your head and swinging the force down toward the ground without hitting it, the fast-moving air making a whizzing sound by your ear.

Pleased, and maybe a little excitable still, you look at the mark made by the force of air in the soft soil, standing as you confirm the similarity, Wings! At least two, as the patterns indicate. We’re looking for a creature capable of at least short-term flight, with an anisodactyl arrangement of toes. By the looks of these marks, it’s possible the creature can be...well, about my height, You conclude, looking up at the boys with pride and a grin.

Ford looks similarly pleased, smiling with a warm, almost-smug look on his face as Fiddleford and Stan both look at you in something akin to surprise. “Impressive as always, my friend. I almost forgot how quickly you’re able to come to conclusions.”

Fiddleford laughs, clapping a friendly hand on your shoulder as he gives you a little shake, “Astonishing! Well--now we know, we gotta be lookin’ up as much as we’re lookin’ down. Aw, hell--” He looks at his watch, waving toward the three of you, “We’ve got about twenty minutes left of daylight. We need’ta keep our flashlights as charged up as they can get, so the less time we use ‘em, the better. Come on,” F leads the charge toward the woods with Ford following behind, grinning at you with pride as he flashes you a wink.

You turn to look at Stan, finding the twin starry-eyed for a brief moment before he coughs and comes back to himself. “That… Wow, you uh, really know your stuff.” He clears his throat, and you swear his cheeks aren’t normally that pink. A trick of the setting sun, you’re sure…

Thank you, you laugh, feeling almost embarrassed as you rub at the back of your neck, putting the developed picture into a safe spot in your bag before rethinking your decision to leave your camera around your neck, putting it away too. I probably got a little carried away there, I’m sure.

“No! Not at all--I may not understand all the words y’said, but you’re...You’re seriously smart, sugar. It’s cool to see.” He smiles, rubbing at the nape of his neck. Your cheeks definitely flush at that, laughing lightly at his words, and biting into your bottom lip to muffle it. Clearing his throat, he adjusts the pack at his back, his smile lingering as he points to the duo moving ahead. “We should catch up. God forbid we get lost with whatever, uh...winged an’i-social or-whatever-you-said superbird flyin’ around here.”

You snort at his words and correct him, Anisodactyl, to which he replies, “Yeah, that’s what I said, isn’t it?” with a laugh of his own as you both move with purpose, following to catch up to the duo of brunets.

[oscars-wifeyyy]

Mother Hen Chapter Two

Prologue

Chapter One

Click! Lilo groaned and covered her face, but she paused when she felt a body under her so she slowly turned to see the Oscar Diaz sleeping away as if he had no worries and Cesar Diaz snapping away on his phone pointing at the two. She quickly, but slowly got up while swatting away at Cesar and his phone while he was quietly laughing. The duo went to the kitchen and began breakfast for the rest of the people in the slightly older girl’s living room.

They were done with the eggs and bacon, leading to Jamal to wake up to the smell and make his way to the kitchen to see what else they were cooking. All three of them decided to wake everyone up by playing music and the smell of food so Cesar and Jamal grabbed her speaker from her room while Lilo stayed in the kitchen to make the food. Jamal was turning on the speaker and setting it on the kitchen counter while Cesar was on his phone to connect it via Bluetooth. By the time they got it working Monse was up and rolling her eyes at the boys’ stupidity while waiting for the food to be done.

Monse quickly snatched Cesar’s phone and began scrolling through his music to pick a song, but Cesar took it back and picked Money in the Grave by Drake ft Rick Ross. The beginning of the song had started and Lilo squealed because it was her favorite song for the time being. It was almost at top volume as Ruby and Oscar came in glaring at everyone because they were interrupted by the loud music until the beginning lines started and Lilo belted out the lyrics and dancing around as she put the food out on the dining room table.

“I said where should I really even start? I got hoes that I’m keepin’ in the dark. Got my ***** ‘cross the street livin’ large. Thinkin' back to the fact that they dead. Thought my raps wasn't facts 'til they sat with the bars. I got two phones, one need a charge. Yeah, they twins, I could tell they ass apart” Lilo took a breath and smiled at the others.

Oscar had a small smile on his face, Cesar was smirking at his best friend, while the others had their mouth agape. Ruby, Jamal, and Monse didn’t expect Lilo to go off and yell out the lyrics to the popular song because they were used to her listening to old school music like Tupac, Guns N’ Roses, Black Sabbath, N.W.A, etc. There was a laugh that came out of Cesar as he took a look at his three other friends who were still in shock at the whole scene.

“Let’s eat, guys. I made corned beef hash, scrambled eggs, two fried eggs, there is rice from last night, hash browns, and bacon,” Lilo sat down at began piling her plate with the food.

The brother immediately sat down to pile their food on their plates soon followed by the other three who were debating who was sitting where until Lilo had enough of it, “alright, fine! Cesar, sit next to your brother. I’ll sit next to him too, now all three of you, sit on the other side,”

The three had their eyes wide open as they followed her orders and sat down but made no move to make their own plate. A moment passed until Lilo began a conversation with Cesar and Oscar so Monse began piling her plate then Jamal and Ruby. After that moment, a conversation began between everyone except Oscar, causing Lilo to feel bad for the man that was slightly older than her. She took matters into her own hands and started a conversation with the feared man to her left.

“Yo, homie. How did you sleep?” Lilo chuckled.

“Really? Homie? Fool, I slept alright. You?” Oscar smirked.

“That was my impression of you,” Lilo snorted, “You always say fool or homie to people. I’m sure you slept great since you made me lay on you last night while I was asleep,”

“What? Fool. stop playin’. I didn’t do that,” Oscar did his infamous eyebrow raise.

“Yes, you did, homie,” Lilo began laughing, “I sure as hell didn’t begin laying on you,”

The two realized it was quiet so they turned to see everyone was looking at them. Cesar looked happy, Monse was confused while Ruby and Jamal looked scared. Oscar began glaring at them and that caused a reaction to come out of the two scared boys, but Monse just glared back until her attention turned to Cesar. Lilo figured that Cesar had kicked her under the table to get her to stop and that happened as she turned her attention back to her food and in conversation with Cesar, Jamal, and Ruby.

Breakfast ended on a good note and the younger ones had left to hang out at Ruby’s as the older ones were talking. It was nearing 3 pm when Oscar stood up from the couch.

“Get ready, Hermosa. We leave at 4,” Oscar made his way to the front door.

“You got it, dude,” Lilo followed Oscar so she could lock the front door.

Oscar left as Lilo closed the door after him and made her way to her room to pick out her outfit and shoes. Lilo was a huge fan of Vans and Converse so she had a wall full of Vans and another wall full of Converse of different colors and types, even vintage ones. She decided on a black bralette with a white shirt that hung on one of her shoulders and a pair of light boyfriend jeans cuffed enough to see her white crew socks with her white Old Skool vans that she customized herself. The young girl didn’t really like to put make-up on so she put mascara and lip gloss.

The clock had hit 3:55 when Oscar came knocking on the door with a white shirt with black Dickies with his high-top converse. Lilo opened the door ready as can be and got out of the house to lock the door so they could start their adventure. They got into his cherry red Impala and blasted music as they drove on the freeway and towards the beach that was probably private property.

There was surprisingly little traffic so they got there 30 minutes later and parked in front of the view of the ocean. The duo got out of the car and started to walk, but Oscar stopped the short beauty and rushed to the trunk of the car, coming back with a blanket and a picnic basket filled with food, drinks, and snacks. Lilo chuckled and started to lead Oscar towards the ocean so they could be closer to the view, but not close enough for the tide to get close enough to get them wet.

After the blanket was set up and ready to be sat on, they sat next to each other to watch the waves and talk to each other about life and other deep stuff. Oscar was opening up on his childhood and how he was supposed to go to a good school in Pasadena, but he passed it up to take care of Cesar. There were a lot of questions and jokes exchanged between the two until the big question about Lilo came up.

“So what did you mean when you told Valentina that you competed with fighting to get the money?” Oscar turned to look at Lilo.

Lilo sighed, “well, I'm a trained UFC fighter and I compete in tournaments as well as some underground fights around the area. That’s how I can afford the rest of the mortgage payments, groceries, and other things like my car payments. I love it, but I also don’t want to fight my whole life,”

Oscar was confused, “wait, you’re parents are military. Don’t they get some type of help with the payments and things?”

“Military is a lot of things. They help a little bit, but they don’t help much. It’ll obviously help when I’m in JC because of their GI Bill, but the house and everything...we have to pay the rest out of pocket,” Lilo shrugged, '' It's a downside, but being in the military makes my parents happy and I don’t want to make them quit,”

“Soooo…” Oscar trailed with a smirk, “when is your next fight? I want to come and see if you really are trained,”

“Fool, my next fight is actually this Sunday. So tomorrow,” Lilo laughed, “alright, homie, we gotta go back home so I can rest and be ready for tomorrow,”

The two got up and cleaned everything up before making their way back to the car to go home. A comfortable silence came as they realized that they were closer than ever, to the point of Oscar being her second-best friend and Lilo being his person to vent to since she understood the gang life and didn’t deny it like Cesar’s friends. Cesar was outside the house in just his shorts and slides with a smirk on his face when he saw the two people that he cared about in his older brother’s car with small smiles on both of their faces.

“Hey, guys” Cesar smiled, “how was your day? Did y’all confess your love to each other?”

“Salad, go inside and sleep. I got a fight tomorrow, remember?” Lilo glared.

Cesar rolled his eyes, “yes I remember. Monse and Jamal are coming too,”

Lilo nodded, “ok. Spooky is coming with us,”

The younger brother nodded and went back inside, but put his head out after a second, “have a good night, but not too good of a night, you two,”

“Cesar, I swear if you don’t go inside right now,” Oscar glared at his younger brother.

The freshman laughed and went inside as Lilo started laughing at the younger boy with Oscar. Lilo started walking to her house while Oscar walked to his house and the two paused to take a look at each other for a second then went inside to finally sleep for the fight tomorrow. Oscar closed his front door with a small smile on his face because of his newfound friend that now knew him better than anyone while Lilo was inside her house and back against the door with a happy sigh. Cesar was spying on his brother from his room and had a huge smile on his face when he saw that Oscar had a smile on his face, his dream came true...he was going to get the family that he wanted with his best friend and big brother.

The next day came and Lilo woke up at the crack of dawn to warm up with a protein shake and a 30-minute run, but when she got done getting dressed and went to her kitchen she saw Cesar there with a protein shake ready to go and work out clothes. She had a confused look on her face at the baby-face in her house.

“What are you doing here, Salad boy?” Lilo grabbed the protein shake.

“I’m warming up with you. I know you can train me to be stronger so why not work out with you?” Cesar cheesed at his friend.

Lilo laughed, but let him join regardless because she just couldn’t say no to the younger boy to save her life. The two left her house and started with a light jog for a few minutes before speeding up a little bit until they were at a full run for 15 minutes around the block two times. They were done at 8 am and Cesar was struggling to breathe, but Lilo barely lost her breathe at the workout. Oscar was outside because he was wondering where Cesar left to in the crack of dawn until he saw the two come back around the corner so he walked down to meet them in front of his house.

Oscar started laughing at Cesar’s state, “hermanito, why you look like you’re about to die?”

“Lilo’s ‘warm-up’...” Cesar wheezed, “is a full-on work-out. Fuck, Lo,”

Lilo rolled her eyes, “dramatic ass. Go shower and call Monse and Jamal to be ready by 10 because we gotta be outta here and to Van Nuys at 1 pm,”

Cesar made his way inside while bringing out his phone to text two of his friends while Oscar raised an eyebrow at the short girl.

“Damn, we gotta go all the way there?” Oscar asked.

“Yup,” Lilo chugged the rest of her water, “We’re taking my car too. Alright well like I said we are leaving at 9:30 so we can pick up Monse and Jamal, now I gotta go shower and do my shit,”

The two separated ways and went into their respective homes to get ready for the day. Lilo trashed the water bottle before going in the bathroom to take a shower then change to her sports bra and spandex and putting on her cover-up. Oscar, on the other hand, took a shower only to cook dinner for his brother and himself before dressing in his wife-beater and shorts with his white socks pulled all the way to his knees and chucks on his feet. Cesar was struggling to walk after his shower but still changed to a black shirt and jeans with his all-black Vans.

Everyone was ready to go by 9:30 am so they sat back and relaxed in Oscar’s house until 9:45 and they began to get into Lilo’s car. They started to pick up Monse first who was already waiting outside of her house then Jamal, whose parents were out front with him to wish Lilo good luck on the fight. The group of people was on their way with Oscar on the aux while the kids in the back were groaning at the old songs that were flooding throughout the car. They arrived a couple of hours later at 12:30 so it was enough time for Oscar and the kids to get seated in the front and for her to get ready.

Lilo was getting ready with her coach/trainer and getting into the zone against one of the “softer” competitors in the division. She wasn’t really nervous, but she didn’t want to get her hopes up so she convinced herself that the girl was better. By 1 pm everyone was in their seats and getting ready for the fight as Rachel’s entrance music began and she was making her way to the octagon. There was a mixture of cheers and boos, but Lilo didn’t let that get into her mind and put her robe on as well as the hood of the robe.

Finally, Lilo’s entrance music began and she made her way to the octagon behind her trainer and her head down. There were pats on her back and cheers, but she paid them no mind only kept her thoughts on the fight and strategizing in her mind until she heard Cesar’s and Oscar’s voice.

“Let’s go, Lo!” Cesar was standing and clapping.

“Aye, fool! Don’t make me look bad,” Oscar smirked.

Lilo rolled her eyes at Oscar, but continued to the octagon and started jumping around a little. In the corner of her eyesight, she saw Rachel checking out Oscar and something inside her snapped to the point where she wanted to destroy this girl. It wasn’t like they were together, but her long term crush on the older Diaz and their time spent together at the beach made her irrationally jealous. She went to her corner to her trainer who was hyping her up and giving her water to hydrate her so she was good enough to fight.

A few minutes later, the fight was starting and Lilo was advancing towards the slightly taller girl, but Lilo took that to her advantage because she was faster so she quickly jabbed Rachel in the face before dipping to avoid her punch. It quickly escalated to kicks towards Lilo, but it was a weak attempt in Lilo’s eyes. Rachel was quickly wearing out in her energy so Lilo took the opportunity and began punching her and kicking her until it was a takedown and the ref had to take her off of the taller girl.

Rachel got up and they continued to fight until Lilo was bored of the girl’s need to back up so she made a quick jump towards the girl and gave her a right hook with all of her might that lead to her going into a TKO. The bell rang and the whole room went into a fit of cheers at the infamous fighter known as Lilo Jameson. Rachel’s trainer and the team were around her and getting her back into consciousness as Oscar, Cesar, Jamal, and Monse were around her with her trainer and congratulating her. It was a happy time until Rachel decided to go up to Oscar after she gained consciousness to try to pick him up, but Lilo wasn’t having any of it.

“Yo, why are you even here?” Lilo glared, “go back to your trainer and team so you can get better at fighting,”

“You aren’t even that good, Lilo. Chill,” Rachel rolled her eyes.

Lilo started laughing, “Fool, why do you think I’m named ‘TKO’? I’m undefeated, babe, so who isn’t that good? You didn’t even give me a bruise,”

Rachel huffed and walked away to her trainer and team causing everyone to laugh at the unsuccessful attempt to try to embarrass Lilo. Oscar was smirking at the shorter girl because he knew it was out of jealousy.

He leaned down to Lilo’s ear, “why you jealous, bebe?”

Oscar didn’t wait for a response as he went to the kids to wait with them. Lilo groaned and went to the locker room so she can change and take a quick shower so she didn’t have to put more in the water bill at home. Her trainer stopped her when she was leaving the locker room so he could give her the money that she had won, telling her that he already took his cut. After 30 minutes, she was with everyone else to go to the car and get something to eat before they started their journey back to Freeridge. They were in the car and on their phones to look at nearby restaurants, but they realized that it was only 2 and traffic was starting so they decided to just go around the Valley until traffic died down a little bit.

All of them ended up in Sherman Oaks and in Mel’s Diner to eat. Monse had started to facetime Ruby so they could tell him all about the fight and what he did all day.

“It was so crazy! Lilo was so quick and her hits looked so hard like she knocked the other girl out in one punch!” Monse was excited.

“Lucky you,” Ruby rolled his eyes, “I don’t have my own room anymore! I’m sharing with my abuelita now,”

The young ones kind of felt bad for Ruby because he was so excited, but there was nothing they could do about it. Lilo was trying not to laugh with Oscar, but there was nothing that could stop them and they busted out laughing at Ruby’s ‘dilemma’.

“Rubes, it’s gonna be fine,” Lilo laughed, “all you gotta do is focus on school and get outta school with a scholarship to a university then you will have your own room at a dorm,”

Freshmen will act like freshmen and that caused Ruby to roll his eyes at the senior’s wisdom. Lilo shrugged and continued looking through the menu to decide what she wanted, but since she was sitting in between Cesar and Oscar, the older one of the two nudged her a little bit. She turned in curiosity.

“You still haven’t answered my question, maravillosa,” Oscar whispered in her ear.

Lilo rolled her eyes and was about to answer, but the waiter had gone to their table, “Hey, guys. How are you? Can I start you guys off with drinks?”

The waiter took their drinks until his eyes landed on Lilo and he couldn’t help but stare at her. “Hi, can I get a water please?”

“Uhhh...y-yeah,” the waiter stuttered, “hmmm you r-ready t-to order?”

Lilo politely smiled, “yes we are. I’ll get a cheeseburger with no tomatoes or onions? Y’all order your stuff,”

Everyone ordered until it was Oscar’s turn, “Yeah, homes, I want a burger with shallots and you to stop staring at my girl,”

The waiter’s eyes widened and he stuttered out an ok and ran back to the server’s line to put their order up. Lilo began laughing while everyone else just stared at Oscar in shock.

“Why you jealous though, Spooky?” Lilo mocked him.

“Shut up, fea,” Oscar growled.

“Nah, fool. You called me maravillosa so you can’t call me fea until tomorrow,” Lilo stuck her tongue out at the hard cholo.

Oscar glared and mushed her face with a smirk, but she glared and put him in a headlock with an evil laugh. The two began to play fight in the booth while Cesar began laughing while Jamal and Monse thought it was real.

“Don’t mush my face, estupido,” Lilo kept her grip on the cholo, but let go as he tickled her ribs and brought her into a headlock.

“Nah, fool. I ain’t stupid, fea,” Oscar chuckled.

“Alright, ugly. Stop!” Lilo laughed.

The food came out shortly and everyone was eating in silence. There was no conversation in the ride back to Freeridge, but there was no awkwardness to it as there was also music flowing and everyone was too tired to try and make conversation. It was 9 pm when Jamal was dropped off then Monse and the three remaining were cracking jokes.

A/N: The first 15 people that reblog will be on the tag list for the next chapter