#adler you can do anything you want to me i swear

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What would Sadie Adler be like being the fem!eader's girlfriend? I love she🩵

sadie as your girlfriend hcs ✿⋆.˚⊹

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‧₊˚౨ৎ before the two of you started dating she was unexplainably protective over you. she was already very protective of the gang, leaping into action whenever there was danger. but she always seemed to have her eyes trained on you, watching like a hawk for if you were in any sort of trouble

‧₊˚౨ৎ this only intensifies when she finally gets to call you hers. you were always the first person she’d check on both in and after any danger. she’d rush to your side to protect you and make sure you weren’t too shaken up afterwards. her arm would constantly be wrapped protectively (and possessively) around your waist. when sadie was around you didn’t have to worry about taking shit from anybody, they’d have to go through her first

‧₊˚౨ৎ “you redirect that attitude to me, ‘cause if i hear another word leave that filthy mouth o’ yours, i’ll kill ya.”

‧₊˚౨ৎ she’s very generous with her death threats but to anyone who knows her or has any common sense, they know she’s not joking

‧₊˚౨ৎ despite her harsh exterior and brutal nature, she’s actually a big softie. she’s a fan of mushy pet names, calling you “sweetheart”, “angel”, “pretty girl”, you name it. and she’s not worried about calling you these in front of people. most think she’d shy away from it as she has a reputation for being a bit hot-headed and intimidating. but she holds her own well enough for there to be no doubt about whether she’s truly a threat or not, just for her to then turn around and dote on you like nothing happened

‧₊˚౨ৎ she is very possessive and loves calling you hers. what’s hers is hers and that will be known, every affectionate name having “my” in front of it

‧₊˚౨ৎ loves doing things for you, always talking about how she isn’t a fan of sitting around and not doing much. if she sees miss grimshaw is wearing you rather thin she won’t hesitate to come and take some tasks off of your hands, even though she prefers the more hands on dirty work the gang gets up to. but if it was for you, she’d do just about anything

‧₊˚౨ৎ if you aren’t already able to she’d teach you how to defend yourself, always worrying over what might happen if she’s not around to protect you. the idea of that makes her feel helpless, which she hates, so it brings her some comfort to make sure you’re capable of taking care of yourself if needed

‧₊˚౨ৎ she loves to fluster you. she is absolutely not shy when teaching you how to shoot, pressing herself up against you as she readjusts your posture and gives you directions in that raspy voice of hers. you swear she wants you to start messing up when she whispers a proud, “atta girl,” after a particularly good shot. “my pretty girl’s doin’ so good.”

‧₊˚౨ৎ you are the only person she’ll play the harmonica for. she was very reserved about it at first, nobody but her late husband getting to hear her play. but when she feels herself becoming more at ease with you she’ll occasionally let you stick around while she plays. you of course respect her and her privacy but on days where she can’t bring herself to dismiss your company, she lets you stay

“alright, you can stay, darlin’. but ya can’t laugh if i mess up, okay?” 

‧₊˚౨ৎ she is actually very upfront about her feelings. she’s quite openly vulnerable, though she wishes she wasn’t. she’s a tough cookie to break but sees the importance of being honest with you (she’s so applejack coded aaaa) and doesn’t like leaving tension in the air if you’re upset with each other or one of you is going through a hard time

‧₊˚౨ৎ will absolutely spoil you with her bounty hunting money. what better way to spend her time after chasing down crooks than giving you whatever you wanted? it also wouldn’t hurt to give you any shiny trinkets she took from the pockets of her newest catches, they wouldn’t be needing them anyway once they were behind bars

‧₊˚౨ৎ literally the best girlfriend ever, i firmly believe she devotes her every breath to doing right by you <3

a/n: i love sadie sm i wanna write for her more !! i hope you enjoyed :D xoxo

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It had been a long day of studying and working for you, being able to return back home in the middle of the night, very later than you normally came, and there was nothing more you wanted than sleeping the rest of the night away. Getting to hear your teachers in college scold everyone and anything, while thinking of a way to reach your work place on time and planning what to cook for your sisters...

Life was hard, but yours was more like a death penalty.

Thankfully, the Adlers from the next house was kind enough to let you, more like make you, leave them in their care while you went to college and then work, helping in any way they can. You felt bad for the elder woman, thinking that you were being a liability when she hit your head hard, saying that your sisters alongside with her grandchildren lifted her energy up.

And now, even though you were tired and ready to explode on someone, you knew that your sisters needed their older sister more. “Hey, you said you didn’t understand something about your homeworks, right? Let me help you while we eat some junk food, okay?”

The happy squeals they let out made you coo after them sweetly, getting to the kitchen to prepare a hot drink and some chips and dried fruits. You were at ease knowing that what they were about to bring wouldn’t be so bad...

They were 11 year-olds in middle school, how bad could it be?            

“You guys see this in school?! That was in my highschool!”

“Yeah, sis we told you! We complained the stupidity of the government but you said it couldn’t be that bad!” you grumbled under your breath, not really having something to say to that while erasing what you had written.

“Okay, smart ass, I was wrong! Now, here is an easy way to solv-“

All three of you winced when an ear-piercing baby crying was heard from the next door house, you looking at the door with an agitated look. Breathing through your nose, you dropped the pen and gripped your hairs thightly, hoping that the voice would cut and the silence of the night would engulf the peaceful street...

But it was only for a brief second when a louder one reached the every house around.

“I think they’re having troubles with the baby...”

“Yeah, heard some of the ladies’ pitying eyes and talk of how they had to raise a newborn baby alone...” your sisters mumbled between each other, looking at the door worriedly and you raised a brow curiously at seeing a clear worry on their faces. For the most part, you were aware that you didn’t have the chance to meet with your neighbors except Miss Adlers and you swore you weren’t all that interested in whoever there was in the house next to yours but...

“What do you mean? Do you eavesdrop now?”

“No, we swear we don’t! But you know we’re tiny,”

“And we’re mostly thought to be stupid that we can’t understand adult talks... Which makes bringing tea easier.” They laughed in delight and high-fived, proud of themselves for outsmarting you while your eyes welled with slight tears.

When did they grow up so much?

“Okay, you little gossippers. Now tell me what you know too.”

“Ohhh~ Are you interested in the young dad next door?”

You flushed at her teasing smirk and pushed her away from your face to grab a jacket to see if there was anything you could help with the baby while listening to the cocky siblings you had. “Well, his name is Joel Miller, 20 year old male living with his brother who likes to get in jail. Married for a short amount of times but the mother left them, reason: unknown. He likes to play guitar, has the cow eyes and as the ladies call ‘is a sight for sore eyes’.”

You looked at her confused, and horrified, since they knew -possibly- everything about a human being that someone could know, while laying on the ground and posing, looking at their nails as if it was the strangest thing in the world. “Ho-How do you know all of these?!” you exclaimed angrily while getting the keys and walking up to the door, trying not to feel ashamed at learning such things about a man you didn’t even know up until just a few minutes ago.

“Don’t forget to tell Tommy that using a baby to lure women to himself is lame!”

“And we learnt them all because people in this street are noisy!” they waved you out while relaxing on the couch, and you shivered at the chill night breeze. These were the last things you heard before you threw yourself out, swearing to never let the others gossip with them in the same room. All the things they said was interesting, a man being left with a kid when it was usually the other way around nowadays. You were impressed that he was a hands-on father, trying his best while he probably didn’t know a thing about looking after a baby by the increasing wailing of the baby.

You let out an angry scowl at the irritating high-pitched cry, ready to just bang the door for ruining the silence you needed so badly after hours of working and that was what you were about to do before a thought crossed your mind, which made you frown to yourself in disappointment.

That was the same reaction you got when you were a young kid, taking care of your little siblings when your parents were off working, not caring much about their children.                                        

You also felt helpless as they screamed their hearts out, trying and failing to understand what was wrong with them or what they needed. How you felt angry, irritated tears came to your eyes, how you felt ashamed at the many stares you got as if you were the one who was supposed to care for little babies as if you birthed them...

You wouldn’t make the same mistake.

Knocking on the door with a soft sigh, you heard a panicked shit coming from inside and came a black haired man who looked very much so miserable with sweat running down his forehead, He wasn’t able to look at you throughly because of the worry that they were irritating people and he imediately started spit apologies. “I’m sorry for causing so much discomfort, I swear we are-“

“Hey,hey,hey! It’s okay, I’m not here to complain like an old woman...” he sighed in relief and slumped over the door, your heart breaking for their obvious misery while you held the tired and exhausted man up by his shoulders when probably-no scratch that- the most handsome and cute guy you had ever seen in your goddamn life came in your view with a cute, yet wailing, baby in his arms.

“Tommy, I swear if it’s another woman when I’m dying over here-“ Joel’s cursing was cut in the middle when he saw a woman he usually saw coming and getting out of the house next door at ungodly hours. Many times, he wanted to meet you, and many times he failed in that.

Not because he was nervous, but his life was breaking apart with the responsibility of the fatherhood.

He loved his daughter, his precious Sarah, but right now he really felt useless while his baby was still crying in his embrace, face now red like a tomato and discomfort written all over her face. He felt a tear run down his cheek, overwhelmed by the cries and hastily wiped it so that you wouldn’t see…

And maybe it was because of the “mother senses” you got through years of taking care of your sisters but that little baby’s squishable face made you coo at her sweetly. And, like a miracle, she stopped crying for a second and rather sniffled when her eyes turned to you.

Leaving both men in shock.

“How the- Are you a baby whisperer or something?!” yelled Tommy in excitement, the loud voice causing Sarah to start crying again and ending up with you slapping his chest while Joel bounced the little girl, hoping it would bring comfort to her. Though it seemed that her uncle being hit in front of her was enough to make Sarah stop once again.

“Stop screaming, dumbass! Baby ears are sensitive!” you whisper yelled, Joel snorting amusedly at his brother’s misery when a voice he never liked- the voice of a woman who always thought he knew the best- reached the three of you, causing you to turn sharply and look around the corner of the still-open door with flaming eyes.

“Oh God, young people and them making babies at such young ages when they can barely take care of themselves... That’s why we can’t live in peace-“

“Maybe, the reason why you can’t bear the cries of a baby- when that’s the most natural thing- is because of your old fruitlets, you bonker!” you yelled over the door, angry at witnessing yet another “Karen” when the said woman got embrassed, a few other people looking out and having sympathetic eyes turned to you three, and got inside her house, probably cursing at you but you didn’t care.

They weren’t the ones trying to be best here.

It really was nothing, in your eyes. People always loved to judge a mother/father, always ready to act like they were born with the ways of taking care of a baby, and even going as far as humilating the parent by telling them they couldn’t take care of their own baby.

And you couldn’t stop them all maybe, but you wouldn’t let anyone pull that shit in your presence.

And as someone who wasn’t used to having the kindness of people, real kindness, Joel was left amazed at how quick you were to defend them and how you defended them as if they were your family.

Maybe, you weren’t that bad and even came here with worry obviously.

But seeing your doe eyes turning to his hazel, tired ones with the softest look given to him and then the baby in his embrace... He thought he could trust someone again.

“I know that as her dad, you would be the best one to know her but... By the looks of you two, she is giving you a hard time and everyone needs some help at one point... So, would you like me to help?”

And the answer to that innocent question was one that would change everything for everyone at that moment.

And little Sarah, without knowing, brought two people that would care for each other and her the most by choosing to be calm and cute in your presence.

“I wouldn’ wanna make you uncomfortable-“

“Nonsense, I think this little lady over here,” you brought a finger close to her tummy and slightly tickled her, causing her to erupt in giggles which made the man holding her look at you as if you were the center of his world while the girl took a hold of your hand to chew. “Had already chosen me to be here... I swear I’m not some dangerous woman, only one that wants to help.”

And when Joel let you inside with a relaxed sigh after hours of crying, Tommy saw that his brother smiled for the first time over a year.

“I swear you are a baby whisperer, how did you manage to calm her down and then manage to play with her?” you laughed at the astonished looks the two brothers were giving you, sitting on the ground with Sarah over your lap, rubbing her back to get the gas out of her while she laid against you like a sack of patato with a happy smile over her chubby face.

“No, I’m not. I’m just someone who had to take care of two babies.” They both grimaced softly, impressed that you took care of two when they were barely able to take care of one. Joel watched you slowly pat the soft curls on his daughter’s head with a serene look, as if that was what you were born to do. He looked at the happy smile on her lips, how thight she was holding onto you as if you’d disappear when she bit and cried bloody murder whenever a woman would come close to him and her. It was almost like she felt their bad aura, trying to protect her dad from them even when she was a tiny baby but the same gremlin-like kid was now a putty, sleeping on you like an angel.

He wondered what was different with you, that made you kind enough and brave enough to come and help two men in the middle of the night...

He wondered what it was that different with you from the woman he once called his wife, that made it so easy for you to stay for her.

He came back from his dreaming when Tommy sat next to you to watch you softly caress Sarah’s little back, noting how you did to ease her, chuckling when her cheeks and lips squished together on your shoulder while she started to sleep peacefully. “I think we’re good for the rest of the night...”

“Hmm, can’t believe a baby could be that sweet yet also scaring... She’s a sweetheart though.” Joel smiled at you kindly when your eyes found his and he got up to take the baby from you, your hands slowly finding her armpits to raise her off of your chest to not wake her...

Which failed when she started to whimper at the loss of warmth.

“Oh, someone chose her favourite person, it seems~” Tommy whistled at you two, making you flush under Joel’s intense look while your heart beated hard under your clothes at how Sarah was just so comfortable with you. Most of the times, it would be like this. Just a few minutes in their presence, and they would slither close to you.

I guess this is God’s way of telling me I should become a mother but...

After much working, and failing, you looked at Joel for help when he smiled to you and pointed to her crib across the bedroom, eyes softly looking at the image of you holding Sarah. “You can put her in her crib, if you wan’ it. It’s fine...”

You nodded at his words, getting up with the help of Tommy and going to the crib and lowering your upper body to lay the girl softly on her bed and giving her a plushie to hug. For a few seconds, you just stood there, absentmindedly caressing her cheeks while you watched her sleep. For some strange reasons, you couldn’t leave her. It felt strange, how she suddenly took a hold of your heart and you already loved her when she grabbed your finger.

If you only knew how important she would become to you.

While you were deep in your thoughts, Joel stood at the door when you didn’t come back after 5 minutes, worried that something happened but was pleasantly surprised at seeing you so soft with Sarah, leaning over with his hands crossed on his chest and watched with love-filled eyes at his daughter’s happiness. It had been a hard day for him, with both working and looking after his daughter. It had been a while that all three of them were that happy and peaceful and to think that it was all thanks to the magical touch of a woman next door...

He thought you would be a good mother one day, watching how you interacted with a baby that had nothing to do with you and how loving you were to your sisters even if they annoyed you.

It’s a family thing I guess, he thought sadly. Why couldn’t I get that? Haven’t I already given enough..?

“I'm sorry I made you leave your kids alone, you can go if you want...” he said after pulling himself together, with a shy look at you when he saw the moonlight light up your tired features. You were surprised at hearing his voice so suddenly, even if that was his house, and you realized that he had talked to you and waited for you to say something while smirking amused at your startled face.

“ Wait, wait... Ah, they’re not my kids. I know it seems like that, with those two being glued to my legs, and they could be considered I guess since I’ve been taking care of them my whole life but... They’re my sisters.” You explained, rambling hurriedly, watching the shock on his face at the revelation and you chuckled at the cute look he had before getting out of the room, checking Sarah if everything was fine with her one least time when he spoke hurriedly after you, trying to apologize while thinking he had offended you.

“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to offend-“ he held his neck awkwardly, not knowing how to act before a woman after a year of living isolated. Seeing him trully sorry, thinking you were offended, you gave a genuine smile to him and took a hold of his arm, rubbing it softly and Joel understood why Sarah became a jello under your embrace.

If that same feeling were to engulf him too, he would also slump against you.

“Calm down... Joel, right? It’s okay, it’s mostly the look I get whenever I explain it. I’m used to it by now and to be honest you were the most normal reaction I ever got.” He sighed in relief and looked at you as if there was something he wanted to say, and for the most part he did.

He really wanted to talk to you, have you a bit longer here so that he could experience the comfort and light you emitted.

“Can I get you anything? Coffee, maybe? For the help you have given us?” he mumbled anxiously, palms sweating tons when you stopped mid-action, jacket still in your hands and you gave a small smile to him. You really wanted to, it has been a long time since you relaxed after all. It wasn’t every day that you had a guy offering something, and though it wasn’t a date...

You wanted to consider some sort of that.

“I would like it very much, if that’s not a problem?” you dropped the jacket and sat down while he gave you a small smile before disappearing in the kitchen.

“Never, wait here and get comfy.” Joel immediately set off to impress you, the instinct to do so being foreign to him, It wasn’t like you were his girlfriend, or someone he dated or cared, this was the first time he saw you but it almost felt like he knew you for a long time.

As if you two spent your lives together. And though he didn’t ask for your favourite coffee, a gut feeling in him somehow told him to go with it and bring the coffee to you with shaky hands.

You who had been looking at the many pictures on the wall silently, with a soft smile. Upon seeing him and his shaky smile, you took the cup from him thankfully and your mouth went dry when your fingers touched each other, twitching to hold onto more. You thought he would maket he coffee as he wanted, not really knowing how you liked the hot drink since he didn’t ask you.

But accepting that drink was the best decision you have ever made. This, this masterpiece of a coffee was the best one you ever had. ”You are a God-sent, Joel. This is the best coffee I’ve ever drank!” he chuckled at your enthusiatic voice, butterflies erupting in him after a long time, making a flustered smile sit on his handsome face when he plopped down next to you, but still putting some space just in case.

“I’m glad, you seemed like you needed that.”

“Oh, yeah. Taking care of two rascals while studying and working is hard really.”

“You go to college? What do you study?” he straightened up slightly and leaned over, trully excited and curious of what you do. And though you normally wouldn’t do this, you trusted him and his stupid, flustered smile.

“Psychology, and though it’s what I always wanted to do... It’s a pain in my ass.” You responded with an equally happy smile, Joel returning it enthusiasticly, wanting to learn more about what you learn since he never got to go college.

And though you were tired before coming here, both he and Sarah had that strange way to make you energetic and alive that you two now standing before each other whole you explained one of the theories you learnt today. And maybe, Joel didn’t understand a thing but seeing you so happy to talk to him out of everyone made him realize that he’s also a 20 year old just like you.

And that Maslow’s Hierarchy of Needs was an interesting one.            

And it was also interesting to you... which made you trip over a toy mid-explaining, ready to humilate yourself in front a guy...

Good thing, it didn’t happen... Bad thing? You were nose to nose with a guy you had just met with blown eyes.

Joel reacted fast, knowing how much those toys hurted, and leaped up to hold your waist to stop you from falling that essentially ended with you two nose to nose, his arms holding onto your waist thight while your hand bunched the shirt he wore, the scene looking as if it was out of a romance movie.

You both blushed, hollow breaths leaving your mouths harshly and you could smell the cologne he wore, how his arms felt like holding onto you, holding you to his chest. You got lost in the hazel of his eyes, feeling the same pull you did when you were looking at Sarah...

As if you had been waiting for them.

In the middle of your internal freaking out, Joel, unknown to you, also felt the same pull. He couldn’t lie, even when he was with Sarah’s mother, he never felt trully whole. As if he had found his true happiness...

As if he found a reason.

And looking at you, all kind and soft, helping and everything good, Joel couldn’t stay as a stranger to the beating of his heart. He got lost in your eyes, wondering what it would be like to hang out with you more...

You were definetly a beauty. A beauty that wouldn’t look for a man with a kid.

But your eyes almost invited him in, lips plush and waiting while he felt your fingers slowly caress his cheek. Was that how heaven felt-

“Sis, come here! She is finally getting a guy!”

“Damn, I didn’t think It would be that fast!”

You both widened your eyes and looked at the window, only to see your two sisters in front of their open windows, eating some chips while watching you two as if it was the most interesting thing for them.

You immediately pulled away from Joel, both sides missing the other’s warmth and scent, and ran to the open window to yell at them angrily while your cheeks felt hot even with the chill air.

For both ruining the moment, and also still being awake.

“What are you two bugs doing awake at this hour? You two have school tomorrow!” you exclaimed while Joel laughed behind you, the sound of it setting your heart aflame while one of your sisters waved to him, Joel doing the same when two angel-looking kids turned to you with mischievous looks

And it amused Joel so much so that he just leaned his hip to the side and watched you two roast the other.

“We know but just wanted to make sure that we’re still gonna watch that movie before sleeping...”

“ All you think is movies... Yeah, we are gonna watch it.” you looked at them to finally go and sleep, but the more timid one out of the two looked up shyly.

“Can... Can the baby come too? If her dad allows?” your worried eyes turned to Joel, who didn’t expect them to invite him and his daughter. He didn’t have many friends and this time was the first time he interacted with someone more than a few minutes.

And you could see that he liked his peace, by the way how you didn’t realize there were people living next to you.

“You don’t have to accept, if you don’t want to. I’ll talk to them-“ you offered him, not wanting to be here and let your sisters make you feel flustered anymore when a gentle hand caught your wrist to stop you, and gave you the most loving and happy grin he ever did. “We would be happy, as long as the movie is not bad.”

“It’s nothing bad, we swear! We’re gonna watch Barbie the Nutcracker and Barbie as Rapunzel!”

“How the hell can you hear us from there?!” your sister let out a huge laugh at that, while you grumbled under your breath to get out and show them a funny shit, and Joel looked between you two confused, being not well-versed into the many movies you had been watching because of those kids.

“What the hell are those?”

“trust me, you will know them better than your own name when Sarah grows up...” you groaned even more when he chuckled and the most breathtaking smile overtook his face, which made you smile even brighter and let out a shy chuckle.

But obviously, it was a disgusting sight for the eleven years olds.

“It ain’t my fault you don’t know the legendary movie of the century sir, seriously I don’t wanna be an adult... Anyways we’re goin’ sleeping!” they groaned at the love-sick smiles you two were giving to each other, silently betting when you would get together with him.

“You better, kids. I’m not taking your asses out that bed tomorrow!” and that was their final warning before they scurried of to their beds which made you sigh and dart out of the door,remembering all the things you had to write.

But you didn’t forget to turn back and give Joel a thumbs up. “The movie night starts at 8 p.m tomorrow, I’ll be waiting for you.”

And only thing Joel could do, was to make a thumbs up back, and even when he laid down on the bed next to his daughter’s crib, he couldn’t stop the excited beating of his heart. He turned to look at her sweet face with a hand over his heart and chuckled into the deep silence of the night.

“You showed off your picking the right person talents huh, kid?”

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Sliding Into Home ~ Not Just a Pretty Face

Pairing: MLB!Frank Adler x Abigail Hernandez (OFC)

Synopsis:

After a trade from Boston to Los Angeles, first baseman Frank Adler would seem to have it all. Money, women, an amazing niece, yes Frank should have it all. Except for one thing. One thing that left after a mistake five years ago. Los Angeles should be the chance to start over. Except she is supposed to be in Boston. Not his new medical director.

* A Frank Adler AU x Major League Baseball Story**

Warning: ANGST (i can't stress this enough), second chances, cheating, S~M~U~T!!, slow burn, drug use, abandonment issues, betrayal, domestic violence (i may have missed some), flashbacks

Dividers by me

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“Adler, I swear, taking you on as a client sounded like a good idea at the time,” Andy said rubbing his temples.  

Frank paced in his home office, sipping a whiskey.  Abby had kicked him out of the hospital when it came time for some more test and a bath. When he began to object, she replied, “sweetheart, I love you but you will panic if you see my injuries right now and I have to remain calm. I promise to call as soon as its all over and you and Mary can come back.” She made Johnny promise to stick with him and Johnny agreed as the Dodgers had the day off.  

“Andy, I promise to run all life altering decisions by you in the future,” Frank deadpanned.  “Because, you know, I planned for my former best friend to fuck my sister and keep it a secret and for her to go along with it.  And then, hurt my wife and plan her assault.”  

“Jesus, I was just making a joke,” Andy replied, taking a sip of his own whiskey.  “Steve said he needs to know how you want to play this so he can get the PR team involved.  Todd said the same.  They have your backs.  I already filed the motions for the restraining orders.”  

“Do you think the police can get us something of Mike’s to get a DNA sample?” 

“Not without probable cause.  Since there is no proof he was in the home at the time of the attacks, just Abby’s word, I don’t know if a judge will allow it.”  

Johnny cleared his throat.  “What about his firm?” Andy looked at him.  “I mean, the law firm works for the Dodgers. They would be nervous to lose them as a client so they might cooperate and help.”  

“That’s not a bad idea.”  Andy steepled his hands and pondered. “I doubt they would have anything with DNA on it, but they could co-sign a motion for evidence from the home as a means of showing full cooperation with the Dodgers.  Nice idea, Storm.”  

“I’m not just a pretty face,” Johnny smirked.  

Frank rolled his eyes.  “Ok, so a possible solution to one problem.  About the announcement...” 

“Just post to social media like a normal person,” Johnny said.  “I mean, get with the times.”  

Andy nodded.  “I think that would be best.  We can ask Steve, but a simple post and photo should be good. Then Steve can control the post and stuff.”  

“I’ll talk to Cricket,” Frank nodded, agreeing. “I think I know which photo I want to use.  And Steve can help with the wording.”  

“Good,” Andy replied.  “See, handling problems left and right.  Now about Abby’s care...” 

“I’m not leaving her,” Frank interrupted.  

“Frankie, you have a contract you need to honor,” Andy explained.  

“Andy, I can’t.  She can’t get around and... I’m her husband. I couldn't protect her, so I need to make amends with that.”  

“Frank, it’s not your fault,” Johnny said. “You know this.”  

“You don’t get it.  My sister did this to her.  My former best friend did this to her.  THIS IS MY FAULT!” 

Frank slumped into his chair as the panic squeezed his chest.  “Hey Frank, c’mon, breathe buddy,” Johnny kneeled in front of Frank. “Take a deep breath. Abby is ok, she’ll be all right.  We’ll help take care of her, c’mon.”  

“Johnny, fuck, she’s hurting and if I hadn’t screwed up then none of this would have happened.  She would have been here with me.”  

“C’mon, pal,” Andy said, squeezing his shoulder. “You were set up; we all know that.  The only people to blame are Mike and Diane.  I will throw the book at him man, but you need to do your job. Abby wouldn’t want to see you like this.”  

“Fuck, I just feel so helpless right now. I just want to take care of her.”  

“And you are, man.” Johnny sighed. “Scott has to be here with Nugget, so he can be with Abby while she recovers, and I can ask Susie to stop by when we’re on the road. Everything will be ok.”  

Frank nodded, his breathing becoming even.  Andy started as well. “Todd and I agreed that Abby needs security for when she is by herself. The Dodgers have already given notice to the law firm that represents them that they are looking for a new firm.  The fact that Weiss was not vetted properly is a problem the Dodgers refuse to overlook.  They are also willing to cover any expenses that may incur to beef up security at your home and wherever Abby is.”  

“Ok, ok, that’s good. When Abby is released, she will be with us. What about at the hospital?” 

“Stabler and Bensen have requested to have an officer posted on her floor, which was granted this morning.  We can hire private security to start as soon as they are vetted,” Andy replied. “Frankie boy, we are doing everything we can.”  

“I know.” Frank’s screen lit up and he checked the messages. “Abby says it's ok to come back.  I’ll talk with her about the post.” He got up and shook Andy’s hand.  “I don’t know how to thank you.”  

“Just invite me to your second wedding and name your first born,” he said with a laugh.  He left the home, and Frank and Johnny headed back to the hospital.   

“Where is my Strawberry?”  

“Scott took her to summer camp. Just for a few hours.  He’s staying with her,” Frank said. “Scott and I are kinda worried about the possibility of someone taking her.”  

“I guess that might be a concern.” Johnny frowned.  “Think it would be ok to visit with her before I head to practice?” 

Frank nodded. “Sure. I’ll let Scott know you’re coming. I got to get back to Abby.”  

At the hospital, Abby was looking in the mirror, observing her injuries.  Her eyes were open, just bruised. She sighed, touching and wincing.  

“They won’t heal Cricket, if you don’t leave them alone.”  

She turned back to the door and saw Frank leaning in the doorway. “It just doesn’t feel real.”  

“This nightmare shouldn’t have happened, Cricket.  Frank walked to the bed and kissed her forehead. “But now you just have to concentrate on healing.” He sat beside her and wrapped his arm gently around her. 

“Why don’t you kiss me anymore?” The question slipped out before Abby had a chance to filter it.  

Frank frowned. “I kiss you.”  

“You kiss my cheek or my head, but you haven’t given me a real kiss since before the accident.” Abby frowned. “Is there something wrong?” 

Frank blinked.  “Baby, I’ve...” he stopped. Well, he hadn’t when he thought back on it. He swallowed. “I think I'm just scared I’ll hurt you.”  

“Frankie...” 

“It’s me, Cricket. I can’t let go of the fact that this is all my fault. I mean, I have no regrets marrying you and making you mine but if we had slowed down, maybe none of this would have happened.”  

“But we didn’t Frankie.  We had been together for three years and friends for longer and no matter how long we were apart, it was you who I pictured marrying. It was never going to last with Mike. I don’t blame you at all. You were trying to save me. We just didn’t expect this to happen.”  

Frank leaned his forehead against hers.  “I’m sorry Cricket. For not loving on you the way I should.” He pressed his lips to her softly, deepening it after a moment when he heard her moan. He kissed her as long as he could, feeling their relationship snap back into place.  

As Frank pulled gently away, Abby whimpered at the loss of contact. “I love you, Frankie.”  

“I love you too, Cricket.” Frank kissed her temple and sighed.  “I talked with Andy.  They want us to do a post to announce our marriage.”  

Abby crinkled her nose.  “Do we have to?” 

Frank chuckled. “Yes, we do. I was thinking of using this picture.”  He showed her his phone.  “And just say, we got married.  Post it and be done with it.”  

“And what does Steve have to say about this?” 

“He said the simpler the better.  His team can handle the comments and DMs we might get.”  

Abby smiled.  “Sure. That sounds good.”  

“Perfect.”  

A few days later, Abby was released from the hospital.  The entrance was swamped with paparazzi trying to get a snap of the newlyweds as Frank’s post went up the night before. 

Their phones had been going off non stop since the announcement from friends, family and teammates.  Abby had spoken to her parents and Frank to some of his teammates but otherwise, they focused on getting Abby home. “I can carry you.”  

“I have two legs Frank, I can move on my own.” 

“But your ribs,” he protested 

“Are fine,” she cut him off.  “Frankie, I love you, but you have to stop.” She gave him a disapproving look when he pouted. “When are you re-joining the team?” 

“About that. Cricket, I think I should...” 

“Join the team,” she cut off again. “I am fine.  I will stay here with Scott and Mary while you are on away games. Once this,” she waved to her face, “clears up, then I will be back at the stadium.”  

“With security,” Frank mumbles as he grabs Abby’s bag from the back.  

“Yeah, yeah,” she waives off. “I still think it is too much.”  

“Well, I don’t much care,” Frank said.  “I can’t stop you from going to work so I will make sure that everything is done to protect you when I can’t.  Deal with it.”  

“Then deal with going back to the team.  The All Star break is coming in a couple of weeks.” Abby reached for her phone to look at the league website as she walked into the house.  

Frank walked into the house with her bag. “Fine, but Scott is going to stay with you while you recover and …” 

“Oh my... Frankie!” Abby stared at her phone, her mouth agape, still standing at the door way.  

Frank turned back to her and frowned. “Cricket, what’s wrong?  Are you in pain?” 

“No, Frankie, no!” Abby smiled. “Baby, you were voted into the All Star game!” 

“What?” Frank grabbed his phone. “Shit! Hell yea!” He high fived Abby before reading the list. “Storm and I are headed to Boston!” He smiled as he read the list.   

“We’ll all go baby.  I can see my parents and brothers while we’re there. Plus, we can decide on a dog for Mary.”  

“I guess I do owe her a dog.” Frank sighed as Abby giggled. “You made that deal with her at the wedding and yet I have to do all the work.”  

“You are going to love it and you know it,” she replied with a kiss to his cheek.  His phone rang and Abby watched as Frank received a call from management about the vote. She headed upstairs to Frank’s room. When she opened the door, she gasped. There was another dresser added with a vanity that matched his furniture perfectly.  A turn in the closet surprised her with her clothes, all hanging neatly on one side.  

“Oh, good, they finished the move,” Frank said as he leaned on the doorway.  

“You did this?” 

“There was no way I was letting you stay in that house Cricket. I need you in our bed every night. If I forgot something, I’ll buy a replacement, but we are never going back.” He reached for her hand.  “Let me show you one more thing before your head explodes.” He guided her out of the room and back down stairs.  He moved to a closed door.  “Tell me how you like it.”  He opened the door.  

Dark blue walls. A Dark wood and pipe bookcases lined one wall, filled with her books.  The floors were a warm sandy wood. The opposite had more shelves and a desk that was the entire length of the wall. The window had a bench seat with pillows and throw-blankets in the basket next to it.  

“Frankie,” she whispered, “its beautiful.”  

“Since you have to work from home sometimes, I wanted to give you a space for everything.”  

“It’s perfect, my love,” she hugged him and reached on her tip toes to give him a sweet kiss.  

“Welcome home, Cricket.”  

San Francisco 

“Man, you have to stop pacing,” Bobby said as he watched Mike pace around his living room. “You’re making me fucking dizzy.”  

“She married him!  She fucking married that fucker while she was engaged to me!”  Mike slammed his fist into the wall.  

“Watch it, jackass!” Bobby bounced up to inspect the damage. “Will you chill the fuck out?” 

“No,” Mike growled. “I was supposed to win and all he got was that brat of Diane’s. Couldn’t convince that bitch to get an abortion and now she’s a pawn in this game,” he muttered.  

“What are you talking about?” 

“Mary! She wasn’t supposed to be in the plan but now she is.”  

“You can’t attack a child, Weiss!” Bobby yelled.  “No where did you say that there was a child involved.”  

“That’s because she wasn’t supposed to exist.” Mike continued to pace, lighting a cigarette.  “Fuck a girl a couple of times and look what happened.” 

“You fucked his sister?!”  

“Diane was hot way back when. Of course, I fucked her.  He was dating the true love of my life and the four of us were always together.”  

“Do they know that?” 

Mike scoffed, “of course not. Do you think I wanted to die?” Mike rolled his eyes. “Frank was out of town for baseball and Abby had gone to visit family in Texas and it was just Diane and I.” Mike ran a hand over his head. “We’d been drinking and well... Mary. When Diane told me, I told her to get rid of it.  That I wanted no part of raising a baby. I had plans, fucking plans, to win Abby.”  

“So why did you call Diane in?” 

“She was supposed to come and argue for custody, not attack Abby. When I left, I didn’t think she would become unhinged.”  Mike picked up his phone and messaged Diane.  

M: You fucked up the plan 

D: she deserved it 

M: She doesn’t have full custody of Mary, Frank does 

D: whatever 

M: That’s my woman you are talking about 

D: I’m your woman.  and the mother of the child you are trying to take 

M: I’m not going after Mary 

D: You should, could break Frank 

D: don’t you want to see that 

Mike contemplated that scenario. Yes, it would break Frank to lose Mary. And a broken man can’t keep a woman happy. The first step would be to prove that Frank was an unfit parent.  A plan began to form in his mind as an alert came in on the All Star selections.  He smiled sadistically.  

M: You’re right. And I think I know how to do it.  

Mike looked at the list and saw Bobby’s name. “Congrats on the all star selection.”  

“Thanks,” Bobby smiled and took a long pull of his beer.  He looked at Mike’s face.  “I don’t like the look you have.”  

“I think its time I went home and visited the family.”  

“What family?” 

“Mary’s,” as he flashed Bobby the list with Frank’s name. “I am going to fuck with this entire family.”  

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[dross-the-fish]

A drabble about Theo learning about Hatshepsut (who acted as a male pharaoh despite being AFAB, mostly for political power)

Sorry this took so long. I had to do some research on Hatshepsut because I didn't actually know much about her. I also wasn't sure under what context Theo would find out about her or which character would give her that info but I did my best with it!

...

Watson was surprised to find Theo hiding away in the library, nose buried in a book of law. She hadn’t struck him as the type to enjoy reading, much less about a topic as complex and intricate as the criminal justice system and Watson found himself wanting to question her on her choice of reading material.

“Miss Kipp, what brings you here? Everyone else is in the dining room. I know you don’t eat but it’s not like you avoid company. What are you reading there?”

Theo gave him a resigned shrug and shut her book, moving it so that the cover was obscured and shifting aside to make room for Watson to sit with her on the velvet sofa, “Harkers are here to see Quin,” she sighed, avoiding the question about her choice of reading material, “They ain’t rude exactly but I know when I ain’t wanted. I figure it’s better for everyone if I stay out of the way until they leave. They brought Lord Godalming with ‘em too. I don’t know if he’s all affronted with me because I’m a monster or because I’m in trousers,” she chuckled dryly then caught herself. Giving Watson an anxious glance she quickly added, “I swear I’d ‘ave put on a dress if I knew we were ‘avin’ company. I ain’t doin’ nothin’ disruptive on purpose.”

Watson reached over to touch her shoulder reassuringly, “I know you aren’t, Theo, I’m not here to scold you.”

“’Preciate that,” she replied, “I could wear dresses if that would make everyone more comfortable, I don’t mind. I can’t do much about me fangs but I c’n try to look more…well, more regular if y’think that’d help.”

“I don’t think that’s necessary. If this isn’t an impertinent question, would you mind telling me why you chose to be a male impersonator? And why you wear the costume outside of your performances?” Watson asked.

Theo chewed her lip anxiously, she seemed momentarily to shrink into herself before she screwed up her courage to answer, “It feels…right. I dunno how else to explain it. Even if it’s a role, passing for a man makes me feel secure, gives me more freedom and especially if I’m walkin’ the streets at night, it feels safer, so long as no one can tell the difference. To tell the truth I got a taste of livin’ like a man after I started performing and I liked the doors it opened. I settled fer bein’ an actress but when I started out, I thought if I could just get me foot in the right door, I thought maybe I could figure a way to be a lawyer,” she waited for Watson to laugh at her but he didn’t. He sat with his hands folded and patiently waited for her to finish. Emboldened she pulled her book back into view and continued, “I seen too much injustice in my life and when people like me, people who are on the lower rung of society, as it were, get an unfair shake from the law I want them to have a friend on the other side who can represent them.”

Watson nodded thoughtfully, “You know, that reminds me, Holmes once told me a story of an Egyptian king who was a woman. Shortly after a case involving an actress named Irene Adler he took a bit of an interest in remarkable women,” he smiled fondly at the memory, “Once Holmes took an interest in anything he became obsessed and he devoured every scrap of information he could find on the subject with the purpose of broadening his mind. In his research he found an account of a Pharaoh named Hatshepsut.”

“This Pharaoh was a woman? A woman who lived as a man?” Theo asked incredulously.

“She was, and her reign was a prosperous one, but it was, if I recall correctly, quite the scandal at the time and after she died her successors tried to erase her from history.”

“So…she wasn’t accepted?”

“It was complicated. It’s undeniable that her reign was one of peace and prosperity and that she was largely respected during her time but it was unheard of for a woman to be king, and that is what she was, a king, not a queen or a regent but king to her people. Quite an accomplishment, wouldn’t you say?” Theo nodded, “Do you think maybe, I could still be me and maybe… more? Do you think if I c’n cure meself of this affliction,” she bared her fangs and gestured to her mouth, “I could be what I want?”

“You could certainly try, Theo, even the smallest chances can succeed with enough effort, perseverance and a little bit of luck,” he smiled kindly and Theo felt a lump form in her throat.

“T-thank you, doctor, I don’t think…I don’t think anyone’s ever said anythin’ like that to me before.”

“Between you, Adam and Erik it seems there are a lot of people who could use a second chance and a little encouragement. Now, I’m sure that tome you have is quite advanced, I’m a doctor, not a lawyer, but I know a thing or two about criminal justice. What say we go through it together? Could pass the time until the Harkers leave,” Watson offered, looping an arm around her shoulders and giving her an energetic squeeze. Theo gave him a tiny but genuine smile and cracked the book back open, “Alright, Doctor Watson, I think I’d like that.”

[walder-138]

ITS ME AGAIN HELLO

So, I was thinking about your ocs and I had a few questions!

For Oz:

If he could do one thing differently in his life, what would it be?

Are there any regrets that he has, or is there something people would assume to be a regret but he doubles down that it isn't one?

For Annika:

I know that she ends up being chased by both sides of the war, but if she had to choose a side, which would it be? And what would convince her to rejoin the fight?

Where would she be if she had never been caught by Adler and brainwashed? Would she still be fighting alongside the Perseus faction?

When she was with the faction, who did she tolerate the most? Who did she tolerate the least?

Sorry for the multiple questions - I just had to ask!

Hey pookie bear no worries! I’ve been DYING for someone to ask me these questions 👀

For Oz:

1) Oz wouldn’t have gone into the Army. Simple as that. He had everything going for him; he was the star running back of his college sports team, WHICH HE GOT AN ATHLETIC SCHOLARSHIP TO BE IN. The reason he went in was because his little brother, Johnny was drafted. Oz was raised with Old Man Clancy’s intent to go into the Army, so he felt extremely guilty that his brother had to go, when Oz was ‘supposed’ to be the one.

He gave up everything for the Army. His long, lustrous hair, his future, his relationships, his autonomy, everything. And you wanna guess what he got? An addiction, c-PTSD, scars covering most of his body, and the privilege of going to 20 people’s funerals across the country in the span of two weeks. Oh yeah, they gave him jack fucking squat.

2) Everyone swears that Oz regrets staying in Jenny’s life, especially because of her disability. Yeah, he was a bastard with a pretty bad addiction and was a fucking Casanova, but he wasn’t just gonna abandon his kid like that.

However, he does regret having fun times with Gloria and therefore bringing Jenny into the world, especially since they’re all living in an armageddon. Oz regrets signing her up for a life of war and incertitude, but will never, EVER regret staying in her life.

For Annika:

1) If she absolutely had to, Annika’d join Adler again. Mean, she wouldn’t be thrilled about it by any means, and she doesn’t miss being a part of the group, but at least they wouldn’t torture her like Perseus would if they found her. Annika’s all about survival, or dying in the least painful way, so at least Adler would make it quick.

2) This one’s a doozy. On one hand, Annika cared about Perseus for a period of time (as they basically took her off the street and gave her a new life), but on the other, her and Arash had beef since she joined, to the point they literally wanted to kill each other.

I think she’d stay in Perseus, but after a few years they’d send her into a suicide mission. She’s a misanthrope with extremely violent tendencies, eventually that’d make her more of a liability.

But, Annika’s like a fucking cockroach. She’d still be alive. And we know how spiteful she can be. Girlie would snitch after they pulled that stunt.

3) Honestly? I think Annika would tolerate your OC, Keith the most. By absolutely no means would she like him (🤢), but he stays the fuck out of her way. Keith picked up on the whole misanthrope thing she got going on relatively quick, and decided “Dawg I am NOT going anywhere near that thing.” As long as he doesn’t talk to her, she doesn’t give two shits right or left about him, which is the most positive relationship somebody could have with Annika.

Fucking ARASH. They pissed each other the fuck off since Annika was 17. When he shot her, she was going on 23. Dude was beefing with a fucking teenager for three years. The only reason she didn’t stick his head in a wood chipper was because she’d get herself killed in turn.

It started when she was still in the process of learning English. Arash was going on and on about god knows what after a meeting. Talking a lot without actually saying anything.

“Stop speaking. You are headache.”

And they haven’t liked each other since.

[revnah1406]

Okay now that I've developed Vasili's profile, I am now able to picture how Abby and Bell would get along!

Since Bell can't say anything (because of the brainwashing that affected him mentally), why do I feel Abby acts like a voice for him? At times, it's hard for the young girl to grasp whatever Vasili's trying to mean, but it doesn't stop her from decoding his thoughts.

Also, the chaotic duo trope which I'd always believe in. Abby doing messed up shit while Bell is trying to stop her from getting into trouble is what I'd love to see. And most importantly, they two have some serious beef with Adler 🤣

What are your opinions about it? :D

I swear TUMBLR IS FUCKING MESSED UP! I JUST REALISED I HAD THIS ASK FROM YOU!! I'm so sorry Khushi 😭😭

And you're right! Vasili and Abby would be an amazing duo Hahahha!

If they get really close I think Abby would make dark jokes about it (as long as Vasili is comfortable with it of course)

Abby: If you wanted to stop me from doing that you could just say it you know?

Vasili: 🖕🏻

Abby: Hahaha you know I'm joking, friend.

I love their dynamic, Abby being pure chaos and Vasily being tired of trying to stop her hahaha!

I think Abby would learn sign language so she can communicate more fluently with Vasili, and maybe chat with him without the rest of the safehouse knowing (in a AU where Abby is in 1981 of course). Always talking shit about Adler HHAHAAH.

Adler: What are you two talking about?

Abby: we are talking about different ways of throwing you over a cliff.

Vasili: *nods*

Abby: fuck you.

Adler: ....

I would love to see them interact more! I love this duo so much 😭😭😭😭🧡✨

Thank you so much for the ask Khushi!! And again sorry for not noticing 🧡🧡🧡✨✨

LOVE YA! MWAH!

[karimwillia]

Part 17

Warnings: Fluff and Tension

At the game Riri is courtside wearing a custom cropped lettermen’s jacket Shuri specifically wanted her in. With cute ripped jeans and a pair of custom Shuri 11 Jordan’s. The jacket has Shuri’s number and last name on the back and Riri’s name is on the hip in the front with the year on the chest. It’s a look for sure. The players walk-ins are projected on the screen and Shuri looks so damn good in her suit with the no shirt look her chain shines as it’s on display. The rest of the girls don’t look half as good as her Baby. The bias is real.

The energy around introductions was amazing. Riri can’t believe this is her first ever high school game she missed out. Before tip off Shuri runs over to peck Riri’s lips leaning over into her ear Shuri whispers. “You’re my good luck charm.” The blush that overtakes Riri is second to no none. Shuri hops up and goes to work. She plays like a beast the entire game. With 30 of 32 mins playing time she scored 62 points, had 15 rebounds, 9 assists, and managed 4 steals. Benedict wins. The crowd erupted. “What a game for Shuri Udaku that 60 points is her new personal record. Last year her average was 46 points a game. The state record for points in a game is 80 points by any woman. If she keeps gaining momentum do you think we can see her touch the state record?” The commentators chatter away.

In the Main the girls are bouncing off the walls “Yo Panther is that what getting a girlfriend does to you?” Coach Rollins is screaming. “That was one hell of a game! Woooo!” “We are headed to the Championship! I know it!” Someone shouts. Shuri is rushing because she wants to get to Riri and celebrate. Her goal of a new personal record is huge for her.

The season draws on with Shuri and Riri now in a rhythm. They FaceTime with a little show before all games, and Riri sits courtside for any home game. Coach almost requires it now since they have been winning. The kiss is normally always done just before every tip off also. The sleepover are on pause for the season to keep Shuri focused. The school swears the ritual is the reason Shuri is going to hit the State record.

It's Valentine's Day Weekend and the team is on bi week so Shuri has some freedom. “Earth to Shuri! Bro! What are you daydreaming about?” Al is sitting in the Main it’s lunch so that only means one thing. “My bad. I have been seeing this ring design in my mind for days. So I’m getting it sketched out.” Al is interested but concerned. “What type of ring?” “Woah no not a wedding ring or anything like that just a promise ring. It’s for graduation.” Shuri holds up the sketch. The band is simple but twists into the shape of two hearts that interlock.

“You are cold Shuri. I'm so glad you started back designing.” “I have a muse now is all Al. Riri’s work on the nanotechnology health monitor bracelets was the start. From there all my ideas have just been flowing.” “Mhm What did you just say? Your girl is hella smart yo I can see how that’s inspiring.” Shuri laughs at Al. “Yes she is. The concept is that the bracelet houses these tiny robots that keep your vitals, brain waves and all health status closely monitored so that any slight changes can be addressed immediately. That’s how she explained it to me. It is going to be best for athletes because it provides immediate treatment.” Al nods.

“Right right I’m going to nod like I understand. When you all are traveling to the world saving it remember me. All I wanted to know was what you had planned before the lock-in. I know you lovebirds are going to make sure your first Valentine's Day is right.” Shuri shakes her head “My bad I just get excited to talk about her. But I have the Adler Planetarium rented out for a private dinner.” Al twists her face in surprise. “You know what. Why did I even ask? Of course it’s the perfect date.” They walk out after putting everything they have out in the lockers.

Riri is with MJ courtside, their ritual is for anytime Shuri plays. Shuri winks, biting her lip at her Princess before she goes to play. MJ peeps the subtle look. “Ooooh Ri. Why is she looking at you like a meal?” Ri looks out onto the court biting her lip in a similar fashion. “MJ, honestly we have been having some fun. It’s FaceTime but steps.” With wide eyes MJ covers her mouth. “SHUT UP! How come you haven’t told me!” Riri faces her friend. “Michelle you have been MIA on me.” “Ugh Girl I know ok ok I’m sorry I blame Peter. Damn I am missing all the good stuff too. Why FaceTime?” “Basketball season and privacy. Honestly Rohan and Sha are the in person cock blockers. The in school thing is not appealing.”

“Mmmmmm it’s giving very nerdy of you both. I like it.” The girls giggle. “So then Valentine’s Day? What is tea?” “She has some big date planned. A hotel stay then the lock-in. It’s a surprise and you know I hate surprises. MJ shaking her head. “That girl and her perfectionist ways.”“No MJ, I love the hopeless Romantic in her. It’s cute.” “Nope girl you just love you some her.”

The week speeds by but not without Riri and Shuri making it special for each other. Riri made sure her Dove had a peanut butter and jelly sandwich everyday, her favorite Starbucks drink, got her a new cologne, sent her flowers and a special woven blanket made for her to nap with. Shuri made sure her Princess was spoiled with her favorite flowers everyday, got her three new perfumes, and had her nails done twice when Riri didn’t like the first color. Then Shuri had a special leather briefcase and notebook made for her little brainiac.

It is Thursday evening now and Riri is packing with her music blasting. Sha comes into the room startling Riri. “Shit! Sha.” “Oop why are you cussing? I also love this outfit.” “You scared me Sha and thank you it's new. Shuri spoiled me for Valentine’s so far.” “Well what pray tell are you doing to spoil her?” Riri is always honest and up front with her sister so this conversation was bound to happen.

“I did the normal flowers, candy and this new cologne.” Riri huffs thinking about it. “That was for me. But I don’t know, maybe um we can finally.” Riri kind of trails off. Sex is non clinical to her. So she sometimes finds the words to speak about it hard to articulate. “You want to finally have sex? I am officially old. Sissy, that's a big step. Do you want advice or my opinion?” Riri lifts her head and looks at her sister with a pout.

“Both actually. It’s like a looming cloud for us. Up to this point she has been the one holding back. We have done…” Sharon glares at her sister intently. Riri stops before she shares too much. “We have done other things and I think the time may be right. Then I start overthinking, maybe it’s not.”

Sharon finally takes a breath. She gets up and starts to help her sister with her makeup. Random but it’s how she’s going to help. “Sissy you two are 18 year old seniors, it's not going to be what you see in the movies. So you have to go with the flow. Throw the idea of it being “perfect” out of your mind. You have to listen to yourself and Shuri. If tonight is it then it’s it. Be calm and don’t tense up. Also if you wear that little fenty set her head will explode.” Sharon looks at her sister all done with her makeup and almost tears up. Riri scrunches her face to a funny face.

“Sissy don’t cry please.” “I won’t but I just can’t believe how you have grown.” With everything packed Riri heads down her front stairs. When she makes it the front door bell rings . It’s Rohan to pick her up. She was instructed to wear comfy clothes for now. “Hello Miss Williams. Your presence is missed.” Ri loves Rohan; he's like an African Alfred. With a wave she hugs him quickly. “Hi Rohan don’t worry I will be home soon, she can’t be distracted.” After loading the last of her bags Rohan helps Riri into the car. “I am aware but she is up for hours restless without you. Before you ask, I am not at liberty to disclose tonight’s plan.”

The ride is quick to The W Hotel in downtown Chicago. With an escort Riri is taken to a huge suite. She opens the door to a beautifully decorated hotel room but not like the over done ones on YouTube couples do. The room is dimly lit with floor lights casting a deep red huge into the room. There are black heart shaped balloons floating on the ceiling and a rose petal heart on the floor. On the bed is a box and two bags. In the box is a gorgeous slim form fitted black dress. Its silhouette is cut higher at her left leg then on her right with a one shoulder neckline.

Riri readies herself and she was so thankful for her Sister doing her makeup. Riri opens the first bag with a pair of obsidian and diamond earrings for her to wear inside. The last bag has a letter and a pair of red bottoms. The letter reads. “Dear Princess, Solve the riddle and you will find the place to join me for our date. I visit you every night even if you don’t call me! I am lost everyday to you. What am I and where can you see me? Baby I love you and join me soon. Your Dove🤍” Riri racks her brain about the riddle. She smiles and pops out of the room to find Rohan.

“Ro take me to the Adler Planetarium!” Rohan grins ear to ear. “You are indeed a genius Miss Williams. Let us go.”

@somethingcleaverandwhitty @mal-urameshi @shuriris-stuff @neptoons1998 @dominiquesheart

[sylvarantii]

Alright, finally getting around to the 6th movie, The Phantom of Baker Street.

So, first off, wasn't expecting that twist of it taking place in virtual reality. That was kind of neat, but I feel like this sort of premise would've worked a tad better if it had been more like one where they jump through the different worlds offered rather than just focus on one.

I get it, it's Detective Conan, so the obvious choice is to go for the Sherlock Holmes themed one, but still, I don't know. Had a good idea, but I'm a little unsure about how much I liked the execution.

That said, I thought the characters were handled well in this movie. And even the snobby brats ended up having their merit. I do admittedly like those sorts of plots where children from a prestigious background go through something life changing and come out of it better. I much more prefer a moral story of, "You don't always have to end up like your parents and can become a better person despite your upbringing." It's nice.

The entirety of the Sherlock Holmes world within the VR game was pretty cool too. It made me giggle that since Shinichi's dad and Professor Agasa were the ones that developed the game, they made themselves Sherlock and Watson. It was cute!

And how sweet for Yusaku to make his wife Irene Adler. I don't know, it was just goofy in a, "I really love them being self indulgent" sort of way.

Also holy shit, we finally get some screentime for Yusaku??? No offense to Yukiko cause I love her dearly and enjoy both of Shinichi's parents, but I swear to god, we RARELY get anything with his dad. At least his mom has shown up a few times in the anime, but man, what a rarity.

And just like I hoped, the "sacrifice" scenes from each kid getting a game over were just as emotional as I wanted them to be. It's the feeling of Shinichi/Conan losing everyone around him (but not really). Ran's part was so heart wrenching, thank you to the team. It was every bit of a tear jerker as I wanted it to be. Giving me that good angst and I love it.

As usual, I unfortunately have to bitch about the fact that these movies have SUCH a slow crawl to the main part. Like I get it, this happens with a lot of movies because you have to fill up so much time, but sometimes it is just painful. At least the very beginning is very eye catching and gets you sucked into it.

Good news is I can say this movie felt more like a cinematic experience rather than just something that could've been put into episodes of the anime, so yeah, I appreciate that.

The, uh, twist at the end was a bit funny (to me anyway) I guess. Like, I don't know, sometimes the reasoning for the antagonists are just strange and this one kinda falls into that category as far as motives go. But you know, whatever. I don't hate it, don't love it. I'm just kinda shrugging my shoulders like, "Okay, sure."

So, let's see...Where to put this movie this time?

1.) The Fourteenth Target (2nd Movie)

2.) The Time Bombed Skyscraper (1st Movie)

3.) Captured in Her Eyes (4th Movie)

4.) The Phantom of Baker Street (6th Movie)

5.) Countdown to Heaven (5th Movie)

6.) The Wizard of the Last Century (3rd Movie)

4th place seems good. I still don't think I liked it as much as Captured in Her Eyes, but eh, feels more memorable than Countdown to Heaven. I've kinda forgotten already a lot of what happened in that movie.

My apologies once again to Wizard of the Last Century for still remaining dead last.

On a side note, almost up to episode 700. I'm more than halfway through the series now! Whoo hoo!

[kariachi]

Okay, re-liveblogging Store 23 for reasons. Haven’t seen this episode since it aired so, should be interesting.

~

Beginning in Undertown, which I guess I have to keep given this is a rewrite but know that I’m doing it under duress. That whole thing is a tragedy waiting to happen.

I get the feeling everyone is having a day. Hello Liam.

Liam: Sorry I’m addicted to theft kidnapping I swear

Tell me Pax does not put up posters with his own face on them? Tell me he just has fans, or is the face of a movement. I can’t remember, he might be canonically, but please Faranth-

And here’s Benji, blasting the criminals and then posing for fan photos in the middle of a fight. tsktsk

Two rules: 1) Never blast your enemy into a weapons shop. 2) Never utilize electric weaponry against a navivore specializing in electricity. You ain’t dealing with Kevin, there’s no trauma keeping Ben from working with it here

Okay, two things- 1) I can’t believe I’m siding with Max but here he’s right, can we focus more on rescuing the kidnapped not-yet-hatched babies, pls? 2) Can, can somebody check on those because Ben blew up the cart. Like, sorry Grey, I don’t know what sorta shit Nova does in these cases but I am gonna have to make a change there because Ben just blew up a cart full of babies and I can’t let that slide as much as I know the episode will. Executive decision- Nova ain’t blowing up a cartload of babies

“What are you doing?” “This video’s gonna go viral” Benjamin!!!

Again, I’m with Max, this is what we call ‘police brutality’. Stop the criminal, rescue the babies, don’t blow them up, call it a fucking day.

The Kineceleran girl filming is upset now

Not supposed to be a weapon, Max~

Ben, 1) being the ‘good guy’ does not mean you’re always right (as you will learn as the episode goes on) and 2) you can say you’re good once you’ve gone and made sure those babies you blasted are safe and unharmed

And nope, he just fucks off to get a smoothie. Seriously, Ben? Seriously?

I hope we get an update on those eggs, I really do, because 1) if Ben caused them damage I’m gonna have Opinions, and 2) you know if he did the Plumbers’ll try to put that shit on Liam

Hello Blukic, Hello Driba

Ben is so serious about finding this Mr Smoothie.

The boys, coming to the logical conclusion that they’re looking for a roach coach Mr Smoothie otherwise there’d be some consistency in location at least

Ben is just full of good decisions today- a Mr Smoothie is not worth pulling out in front of moving traffic, Benjamin! Somebody couldn’t gotten hurt, and if you’d been hit Blukic and Driba probably wouldn’t have survived the pile-up, they’re small, only Blukic has anything resembling a helmet, and you’re on a motorcycle

But they’ve found Schrodinger’s Smoothie Store, cannot decide if it wants to be there or not. Make up your mind!

I’d forgotten just how much of a Cow And Chicken reference this episode had. !!! Okay, I had to go check because the voices are on point that is fucking Charlie Adler! The same fucker who voiced them in their show! And did the top voices in I.M. Weasel but that’s an aside. Also he apparently is the voice of Servantis? And he voices Hokestar which explains why they went with the reference, it was just a perfect storm. Also he apparently voiced Servantis? Talk about some fucking range. Managed to make him sound more evil than The Red Guy.

Welp, our references just got yanked out into the opalescent glowing void in which the store sits when it’s not settled elsewhere

‘Cross-dimensional sunburst aurora’ These are the names they give betta fish varieties in 2123

Blukic and Driba, arguing over whether it was a sunburst aurora and apparently pinwheel auroras (also definitely a betta fish variety of the future) are worse than sunburst auroras

Hello Professor Hokestar. Please do not have any more screegits hidden around here and also why do you have cross-dimensional shit in a franchise drink store?

A Mr Smoothie that exists in every dimension at once. I can’t help but feel that has to violate some sort’ve health code.

Utilizes a broken warp-field generator. Sir I don’t think that’s the sort’ve thing you should be fixing yourself. Sounds like the sort’ve tech you should be calling in a licensed and unionized repair technician about. Or at least a Kevin. Fucker probably builds them for fun.

“We’re not moving between places, we’re staying in one place while rotating through different dimensions. This is a dimension-skipping Mr Smoothie.” Thank you, Driba, for the explanation.

Also I know the captions are spelling it Mr Smoothy but fuck them I’m tired and still pissed about those poor eggs.

Hokestar I really don’t think a lack of competition is the only thing you should be hoping for when being stranded in another dimension. Somebody who can fix your tech should probably be at least #2 on that list.

Love that ‘alien making trouble’ is treated as a ‘yep this is Bellwood’ thing when it’s more a ‘there’s definitely at least one Ben in the tri-county area’ thing

Little bit of fucking destruction. Whoever you are, chill the fuck out

Oh look, Tetrax 23. Chill the fuck out. No reason to wreck a bus and crash a train, for fuck’s sake. What is with people this episode?

Ben: Hello it is me wtf Tetrax 23: ...whomst?

Only Ben 23 could see somebody nearly identical to himself and immediately call him a ‘yokel’. Also who the fuck says ‘yokel’ in this day and age?

‘Stick a fork in yourself- you’re toast’? Who let’s this boy out of the house? He needs, he needs something.

Also, can I just ask who on staff decided we needed more Bens. Like, was that really our big issue? They looked at this show and went ‘‘we need more Bens, endless fields of Bens���‘? Really?

Oh gods preserve me the little brat has flying speakers to make sure everyone knows when he’s going to be awesome and to hype his ass up. He still hasn’t blown up a cart full of babies yet, so he’s got that going for him, but damn is that obnoxious

Driba, Driba this is the second time you’ve specifically mentioned aliens, you do know you are one by the standards of Earth, yes? I just, I’m wondering. Given the amount of species you work with, and that you’re living on a world you aren’t native to, I would think specifying ‘alien’ would’ve died down a bit.

‘Freeze Lizard’, this boy really needs some friends or something to tell him when his shit is stupid

Oh gods the flying hype machines also do advertisements. And there’s apparently a fucking club bingo card or something for fans.

Random aside: I fucking love gyros. I don’t trust a fast food gyro place in the states, but I do love them.

Tetrax 23 is just, completely unimpressed. Understandably because so am I

Ben Tennyson, everybody- worries about changing history but not blowing a cart full of babies. No, I will not drop this until I learn whether or not those eggs came out of that explosion okay.

Oh gods that pun

Hokestar: I have no competition! Ben: Yeah, but I think you might get killed if you stay here

“It got a little drastic there for a while” child the fight lasted maybe a minute and you dominated

Oh god there’s a special Ben 23-themed Mr Gyro poster, save me

Oh look, Tetrax 23 wasn’t taken down by having one empty water tank dropped on him. Also maybe y’all should’ve waited until you knew everything was clear before you crowded in? Just in case? Some basic self-preservation pls?

Ben jumps in to help and of course immediately fuckers start shit, because of course

Bens: *see another person with an Omnitrix* Dude!

Damn Azmuth 23 (and yes they’re calling you Intellectuary but seriously), don’t know shit about this second Ben and already out for blood. At least investigate, goddamn.

People are way too big of fans of this kid. I assume because the alien thing is public. See this is why we got Kevin in the reboot, he’s to keep Ben humble. Every time he gets too big for his britches and Gwen can’t bring him down, Kevin can show up and just like, use him as an armrest or something.

Ben, trying to explain that he’s famous and awesome but not a rich and spoiled (given what we see of his future and that there’s shows and action figures and shit, my money is on either 1) all of the money he’s making off his likeness is going into a trust fund and he’s not getting that for a few years, or 2) Argit and/or Kevin has taken charge of the situation and are making money off Ben’s likeness)

There are Ben 23 themed hamster cages and I am concerned

Oh god tell me he doesn’t have a movie he has a movie wtf

Ben in the background just, stuck in some sort’ve pained smirk. Careful, your face’ll stick like that

I want to punt this kid. I know that’s the point and he does grow but, I want to punt this kid. He’s just so fucking full of himself

Ben 23 has never heard of Vilgax and trust us we can tell

It’s just 23s all the way down...

The allure of paying customers is gonna get Hokestar killed at this rate. Hokestar, pls tell me you invested in an ID Mask? They’re out there

Why does this child have a tower

‘Plug-Man’ gods help us somebody buy this kid a dictionary and thesaurus at least

Gotta love when writers have a character learn their lesson by putting them beside a version of themself turned up to twelve

Sudden Thought: wtf is going on with Camille in this dimension? I mean, her husband’s cousin is running around offing people like her. Did she nope out? Did she and Joel both fuck off the planet? Is she okay? Is her family okay? We know there were alien populations on Earth before the masquerade broke, wtf happened to them in this dimension? Are they okay? Did they fuck off? Just a whole enterprise smuggling refugees off Earth. Do you think Ben 23′s parents, aunt, and uncle just sort’ve quietly agreed not to mention that Frank and Carl are half alien? Just in case? I assume they still are, given the big change seems to be ‘Max died’.

OTTO’s goons out here robbing a bank and 23 gives no shits. Purely because it’s not aliens so it’s not his problem. Ben, meanwhile, is taking the job.

And the fucker wants to wait until he can get the cameras rolling

Ben handles things with ease. And 23 doesn’t know about the Plumbers. Don’t know why Ben is shocked by that.

Oh gods. They’re really doing the ‘3 aliens in a trenchcoat’ thing back at the store. And badly at that.

Love that they manage to have bad movie poster art

Ben: Consider- not everybody not from this planet is evil 23: *gasp*

I love how Ben uses the “like my bestfriend” and you have no idea who he’s talking about because all three people in line are- at this point in the show- considered aliens

Aww, hair ruffling

Hi SixSix 23

Oh damn, we have a timer on an arm. Not the right one to take off an Omnitrix but, certainly an arm

Thankfully Ben is XLR8 and can just run through ever fucking possible code real quick, which certainly ends that bought of drama fast

Welp, that was the last straw, Azmuth 23 has dragged the whole squad out for a de-Omnitrixing

Grey I hope you are happy to know I will not let Nova 23 run around with alien names this stupid

You would think any Azmuth would at least be smart enough to make sure you can’t just overcharge their damn suit when going up against a Ben. Especially a Ben whose line-up is so fucking well known. You shoulda been prepared. But no. Don’t know what I’ll do here...

Oh look, there’s a whole swat team at the restaurant, fantastic

How think is that road, goddamn? Tetrax 23 is up to his damn waist in melted asphalt

23, sit your ass down

“You’re rich and you haven’t killed anybody yet, kid, stop while you’re ahead” Thank you, Azmuth 23

Ooo, Max 23 died pre-Omnitrix arrival. That’s interesting. Wonder what happened there.

And we get heartfeltness out of fuckers

“How am I supposed to know the good aliens from the bad ones“ Step one, don’t just attack everybody you see who isn’t human. Step two, don’t go encouraging the idea that all non-humans are evil in others so that any non-human that ends up on Earth ends up attacking first out of fear for their safety or attacked without provocation for just trying to live their lives

Azmuth 23 pls do not give him his watch back right away, at least take him through a training course or something

Ben don’t give 23 his watch back right away, holy shit

Smelt petunia flavored smoothies. Something is wrong with that franchise. Give 23 this, at least he eats actual food

Holy shit Azmuth 23 is actually teaching! And being good about it! I didn’t know that was a thing an Azmuth could do! I thought all they knew was winge, make dangerous items, and condescend!

Ben: I will come back and kick your ass if I have to. Don’t make me have to.

And we’re back home! Ben running in to check on the grandpa he still has. Wonder if he has grandparents on the other side. We never learn anything about his mom’s side of the family. Or Gwen’s mom’s side of the family. It’s a wasted opportunity.

But more importantly, we see if we hear any updates on the eggs

And confirmation that OV Ben is still 16 which is *sighs in this fucking show*

And it’s a happily ever after for Ben and Max and we know nothing about what happened with those eggs. Were they returned safely to their parents? Were they damaged? Did Ben fuck up some poor family’s unborn children? Was luck on their side and they all landed safe and sound? Did that Kineceleran girl catch them all and put them aside before she started filming? We don’t know! They tell us nothing! I am pissed about that!

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

🐺 Being MSBY's Manager 🐺

MSBY Being Protective of Miss Manager

MSBY x Female Manager

Warnings: Swearing, Protective men

AN: This is part 2 of an anon request!

🌠 Please Like, Reblog and/or Share to help support my writing 🌠

I'm not sure how you manage YN

Literally this is essentially high paid babysitting

MSBY might be professionals but they are anything but professional

All of these boys are petty

First off, you are absolutely gorgeous 😍

Literally breathtaking 👏🏻 👏🏻 👏🏻

You walk into a room and all eyes go to you

But you are also an amazing manager!

Beyond capable and perfect for the job

You know how to encourage Bokuto

How to keep Hinata from hurting himself

How to keep Atsumu's ego in check

How to talk to Sakusa 🤣

Literally you are the teams go to lady!

Meian is so thankful you exist

Literally he is so exhausted 😩

Imagine dealing with Hinata, Bokuto AND Atsumu in one day 😅

My brains hurting just thinking about it

But never fear, we have YN 🙌🏻

Barnes and Tomas tease you relentlessly for your height

Even if you were their height, they'd still tease you

Barnes says your pocket sized 🥺

Besties with Libero Inunaki

Seriously I get the best vibes from all the Liberos

You two send memes and have all the inside jokes

The guys absolutely adore you YN

However 👀 there is one teeny tiny issue

They may, during certain situations be extremely... well protective 😬

Even Sakusa

You are THEIR Manager YN

So when the Schweiden Adlers come for a game 👀

Welp let's just say, things get... interesting

First off, team captain for the Adlers, Hirugami, immediately tries to recruit you to the Adlers

It does not go well...

Meian is there in .03 seconds 😅

"YN is he bothering you?"- Meian 😑

"Umm no..."- you 👀

Hirugami 👉🏻😏

After leaving that horribly awkward scenario, you wander over to the bench where you notice a certain someone has dropped his towel

You 👉🏻 "hey you dropped this Hoshiumi" 😊

Hoshiumi 👉🏻 "thanks YN! You are so sweet"

Hinata and Bokuto 👉🏻😳🤨 🏃‍♂️ 🏃‍♂️

"YN!! Come set for me!!"- Bokuto

"AND ME"👉🏻 Hinata

"Ummm ok... do you want to come Hoshiumi?"

Hoshiumi👉🏻 "I'd lo-"

"Shouldn't you be practicing with your own team and manager"- Bokuto 😤

"Oh wait you don't have a manager! Come on YN"- Hinata

Hinata will literally drag you away ✋️

Ok then 😐

After you manage to get the two idiots under control, you go to take your jacket off

No way it doesn't get hot in the gym with all the sweaty men

Que all the ogling at YN removing her jacket 🙄

Barnes is literally going to block anyone from seeing you in your t-shirt

Like you were just stripping in the middle of practice or something 🤦‍♀️

On your way back from filling up the water bottles, you accidently run into the back of the stoic tree known as Ushiwaka

He literally grabs you around the waist and stops you from falling over

🥵🥵🥵

"Be careful there YN!"

"Oh Ushijima, I'm so sorry"- you ☺️

Before you can even process that Ushiwaka is touching you, Sakusa is behind you

Just looming

Literally his eyes are like 😐😑

"You can let YN go Ushijima"- Sakusa

"I'm just making sure she's steady"- Ushijima

"She's fine"- Sakusa 😑

🌳 🐜 🌳

That's how you look right now, a freaking ant in a forest of trees

"Thanks Ushijima!"- you

Ushijima reluctantly let's you go 😅

Sakusa just glares as you walk away 🙃

Ok this is fun

These boys are all silently fighing over you and you have no clue 🤪

Must be rough YN

However the final tip of the scale occurs when Kageyama seeks you out and asks you to toss for him 😃

That act alone is so triggering for Atsumu

You are only allowed to toss for HIM

"I can toss for you Kageyama"- You 🥰

"Ok just stand over here"- Kageyama, grabbing your hips and situating you

Suddenly you are literally thrown over Atsumu's shoulders and hauled away

"Nope! No freaking way!"- Atsumu

"What the heck Atsumu? I was helping Kageyama!"- You, literally a sack of flour

Atsumu will caveman haul you to his side or the net and put you down before boring holes in Kageyama's head

Kageyama has no clue what just happened

He just wanted your help

You glare at Atsumu 😑

"I can toss for both of you!"- you, being extremely logical

🌠 No 🌠 - Atsumu

He puts you down ans then situates you where he wants you

He does it in a very dramatic way, touching you whenever possible just to make a point 🙄

He's essentially staking his claim

There is literally no reason for their behavior

There is more than enough YN to go around

That sounded so dirty 😅

Just give in YN, there is no reasoning with crazy 😜

[seijorhi]

Unprofessional

as promised, the MSBY manager AU 💕 

MSBY Black Jackals x female reader

TW non-con, smut, gang-bang, nsfw(ish)

You second guess yourself, now that the Captain’s right here in front of you, fidgeting in your seat like a little kid sent to the principal’s office.

In all fairness, you were the one to ask him to come in early, figuring that it’d be easier to say what you needed to before everyone else arrived, rather than having it eat away at you while you waited for practice to end.

Yet under the scrutiny of his dark eyes, you wonder whether you should have just let it slide. At least for a few more weeks. Taking a formal complaint to the higher ups was a step too far, and you hadn’t wanted to bother the coaches this close to the start of the season for something so… trivial. Meian seemed like the better choice. He’d listen to you and be able to help; you trust the Captain and you know the team does, too. If he told them to back off, they would, you’re almost positive. But now that he’s here, there’s this nagging feeling of-

A hand touches your shoulder, and you flinch at the sudden contact, jerking back to the present. 

“Hey,” he says, a slight frown marring his features. “Whatever it is, you can talk to me - don’t think I haven’t noticed you’ve been a little out of it lately.”

There’s nothing but concern in his eyes - no judgement, or irritation, and something inside of you eases just a fraction. This is Meian, right from the moment you signed onto the team - granted, only a few months ago - he’s done his utmost to make sure you’ve felt welcomed and part of the team.

You take a breath, offering him a small, tight smile. “I-it’s um, some of the guys- well a few, I guess…” your fingers twist in your lap, and Meian squeezes your shoulder lightly in response. 

“Miya hitting on you, right? Getting a little outta hand?” he surmises. 

And for a split second, you’re surprised. But really maybe you shouldn’t be. Miya’s the one who’s overt about it, drawling stupid, cheesy pickup lines whenever you walk in, slinging an arm around your side and dragging you close, all the winks and the innuendos about as subtle as a tank.

Of course Meian noticed, but that’s just how Atsumu is. He doesn’t bother trying to hide it because nobody but you seems to mind. And maybe, if that’s all that it was, you’d be able to grin and bear it, but it’s not. 

“Yes and… no.”

His brows draw together. “No?”

Taking another deep breath, you begin to tell him everything. Miya’s incessant flirting, all the hugs and touches that fell just the wrong side of what you considered professional. They’re a tactile team, with one notable exception, and you understand that, but the way Bokuto, Hinata and Miya feel comfortable just grabbing you and dragging you around, interrupting you in the middle of whatever task you’re doing to make you pay attention to them is a little alarming. 

And then there was the incident last week, when Inunaki had caught you smiling at your phone during their cooldown and called you on it, which drew the attention of the rest of the team - only to have Bokuto snatch it out of your hands and start reading through your messages. Of course, Meian was there for that, putting a stop to it only when the wing-spiker had started reading them aloud, much to your mortification.

But he hadn’t been there two afternoons later, when an old friend of yours had swung by to pick you up and you’d had to deal with half the team glaring daggers at him over your shoulder like a pack of overprotective mother hens.

Even Sakusa, who usually kept his nose out of the others’ nonsense, stood off to the side with his hands shoved into the pockets of his jacket, glowering at your friend until you both disappeared from sight.

The texts that blew up your phone in the hours that followed crossed so many lines, it honestly scared you a little. 

Meian doesn’t say a word as you talk, the words flowing easier the more you tell him. It’s not that anything they’re doing is wrong per se. They’re not hurting you, and you think that aside from Miya, the team’s attitude is coming from a good place - some protective, irritating big brother kind of thing. 

There’s nothing wrong with it, except the fact that you don’t want any part of it. You’re a professional and this is a job - a new one, an important one. If you ever want anybody to take your dreams of coaching a pro team seriously you cannot have so much as a whisper of anything less than absolute professionalism. God forbid, if rumours start spreading that you were sleeping with somebody on the team you can pretty much kiss your dreams goodbye. 

At the end of it, Meian’s chin is resting on his fist, faint dissatisfaction pinching at his face, and for a moment, you’re worried that he’s about to chew you out for wasting his time - you know he’s stressed with the start of the season only days away - but he only sighs, leaning back in his seat and shaking his head.

“Thank you for telling me, I’ll talk to them.”

And it’s like this huge weight just falls off your shoulders and suddenly you can breathe easy. “Thanks, really,” you tell him, and the smile on your face is genuine this time.

“Anytime.”

—

You don’t know when he finds the time to pull them all aside, but the next morning when you walk into the gym and Bokuto catches sight of you, golden eyes widening in delight, he starts to bound towards you-

“Bokuto.”

-and stops mid-stride, face falling like a kicked puppy. His shoulders slump, glancing over his shoulder at the Captain, watching the both of you through narrowed eyes.

He doesn’t say another word to the wing-spiker, turning back around to continue his conversation with Adriah - something about tightening up their blocks before the game against the Adlers - and despite the fact you can see half the team’s attention drawn towards you both, none of them say a word either. 

It’s strange, compared to the last few weeks, it’s suddenly like you’re a ghost. They thank you when you pass them their towels and bottles, and for once Hinata sits still when you help him tape up his ankle, though his eyes still follow your every movement with unnerving focus.

They’re polite and respectful, but unless you’re directly addressing them or they need something, it’s like you don’t exist. 

Even Atsumu manages to keep his comments to himself when it comes time for the team to stretch out, though judging from the scowl on his face whenever he glances towards the Captain, he’s not particularly thrilled about it. 

There’s one more day before game day, and they’ve got bigger things to worry about, but for you it’s like you can suddenly breathe easy. You don’t have to tiptoe around your own discomfort, you can just do your job and help them. It’s not that you hate them, not even Atsumu - though he does grate on your nerves at times - you just can’t afford to let them fuck this up for you.

They’re your team, and you’ll help them and you’ll stand on the sidelines and cheer and support them until you’re red in the face. You’ll celebrate with them and commiserate if they lose, but there has to be a line. 

And maybe finally they’re realising that.

Meian sends you home while the others head off to the showers with a clap on your shoulder. “Go home. Today’s been long enough, and you need your rest. We’ve got an early start tomorrow.”

You don’t fight him on it, already feeling the exhaustion creeping through your body. 

But after months in this job, it shouldn’t come as a surprise to find that by the time you’ve had a quick catch-up with the coaches about tomorrow’s training, changed and gathered up your things, you find yourself falling into step with Sakusa, freshly showered and also on his way out. 

Dark eyes find yours, but he doesn’t say a word - at least until the two of you reach the big double doors at the gym’s entrance. “Do you need a lift home?”

It’s rare of him to offer, but you suppose that it’s later than you’d normally leave, the sun already disappearing beneath the horizon. Nevertheless, you shake your head, “No, it’s only a ten minute walk, I’ll be okay,” you say. And almost as an afterthought you smile and add, “Thank you, though.”

He regards you silently for a moment, but simply shrugs his shoulders, “Fine.”

Sakusa turns to leave, heading off to the carpark when a sudden thought strikes you, and before you can think better of it, you call out to him, “Your lineshots were incredible today, by the way. You played well. And please don’t forget we’ve got an early start tomorrow!”

It’s a pointless statement, on both counts. Sakusa doesn’t crave praise the way some of his teammates do, and you can imagine how little it means coming from you of all people. He’s also the most punctual, usually the first in, preferring to get stretched and warmed up before the rest of the team arrived. But the change in plans was kind of last minute and a reminder never hurts.

Sakusa pauses mid-stride, glancing back at you once more over his shoulder. “I know,” he says, and maybe it’s a trick of the light, but you swear there’s something different in his eyes as he stares back at you. Not angry per se, but… you can’t quite put a finger on it. It’s odd, you think, out of character for the usually aloof spiker. “Captain told us.”

—

It’s still dark when you arrive at the gym, and the lights are all off, not a soul in sight. That in itself doesn’t strike you as odd though, checking your phone you see that there’s still twenty or so minutes until you were all supposed to meet, but you would have thought that the coaches at least would’ve been here, or Sakusa maybe, if not Meian.

“Mornin’ princess,” a familiar voice drawls, and you jump a little at the sudden weight of his arm draping over your shoulders.

Atsumu’s smile is far too wide and upbeat considering it’s only a little after six in the morning. You’re used to a dead-stare, don’t-talk-to-me-until-I’ve-had-caffeine Atsumu, and it’s almost startling enough to make you forget the arm he has around you.

Either that, or you’re just bewildered that he’s actually arrived early for once in his life.

“You’re awfully chipper,” you mutter, trying to shove his arm off of you as you walk in tandem towards the gym. It’s a pointless endeavour - he replaces it a moment later, tugging you closer. “And early. Do you normally do this the day before the season starts, or can we expect to see you bright and early every morning for training?”

The corner of his lip quirks into a lazy smirk, and Atsumu laughs, “Nah, I’m actually late. All the others are already here.”

You’re halfway through fishing for the keys when he just pushes the door open, and you falter. “Wait- they’re here already?” you glance inside, and the lights are all still off and there’s not a soul in sight, but- “I thought Meian said we were meeting at 6:30.”

There’s something in the way that his smirk widens that’s almost unsettling, but he’s already pushing you forward, flicking on the lights as you pass.

“Oh, he did.”

Your eyebrows draw together in confusion, but it’s too early and you’re too tired to try and decipher Atsumu’s cryptic bullshit. He already has you on edge with how close he’s got you - you can feel the heat radiating from his body, the familiar scent of his cologne invading your nose. “Fine, whatever. Just- just put your stuff away, grab the others if they’re here and I’ll see you on the court in a few minutes.”

You try to shrug off his arm, but his grip only tightens, “Nope,” he says, firmly steering the both of you in the direction of the locker room.

“Miya,” you start, squeezing your eyes shut. You can already feel the beginnings of a headache taking root in your skull, but Atsumu just chuckles lightly, patting your shoulder. 

“Relax, wouldja? Jeeze, yer so tense!” 

With no other sound but the eerie echoing of your footsteps across the linoleum floors, his laugh is too loud, too grating. It sets you on edge, and you have to bite back a scowl of your own and remind yourself that you only have to put up with him a little longer - just until Meian gets here. Unperturbed by your silent irritation, Atsumu continues, “We know how hard you’ve been working lately. We came in early to say thank you, y’know, for everythin’ ya do for us.”

And for one split second, regret fills you, snuffing out the spark of irritation simmering through your veins. Here you are, seconds away from slapping the setter when he is - for the first time in his life - actually trying to do something nice for you. You sigh quietly, smoothing your expression over as he slows down and pulls you to a stop.

He lets you slide out from under his arm, your back to the locker room door, moving so that he’s standing directly in front of you. You open your mouth to speak, an apology on the tip of your tongue, but once again, Atsumu beats you to it. “Yer the best manager we’ve ever had.” He takes your hand in his, twining long fingers with yours and steps closer.

Too close.

“Atsu-”

“We really do care about you - love ya, even -  which is why it kinda felt like a kick in the balls when the Cap came and told us ya wanted some space. Said we were bein’ too ‘overbearing’ and ‘inappropriate’, just cause we want ya nice and close.” Dark eyes harden, “It hurt us, baby. You gotta realise that.”

The grip he has on your hand is painfully tight, but you don’t have a moment to focus on that. Not as Atsumu sweeps forward to close the distance between the two of you, his lips crashing against yours. Hungry. Demanding. A tongue snaking between your lips, melding with your own.

His arm snakes behind you to open the door, and for a moment you’re stumbling backwards into the dark-

Only it’s not dark, not as the blinding fluorescent lights flicker on around you, and you’re not stumbling, not as you collide with a warm, muscular chest and strong arms find your middle to steady you. 

“You took too long,” Bokuto whines, and you’re yanked from Atsumu’s hold and spun, barely having a second to register the gleaming golden eyes before he’s dragging you into a needy kiss of his own.

Dizzy, lightheaded, your heart thumping erratically, you can’t think straight as his hot, wet mouth moves against yours. Greedy fingers grope and squeeze at your body - utterly frozen in shock, pliant under his touch. 

“Aw, quit yer whining, Bokkun,” the blonde growls as Bokuto finally pulls back enough to grant you a few precious gulps of air, gazing at you with a kind of love sick adoration that makes your stomach clench. 

A scoff sounds behind Bokuto, “A bit rich, coming from you, Miya. The two of you just are as bad as each other.”

It’s then that you realise the three of you aren’t alone. Wide eyed, on the edge of hyperventilating, you glance over your shoulder to find two pairs of eyes watching; russet eyes blown wide, enraptured, and swirling black depths, narrowed and glaring over at the blonde. 

Hinata and Sakusa.

It doesn’t feel real. Even with everything they’ve done so far, their possessive behaviour, their smothering affection - even the kisses, it feels like a fever dream. 

Even as Atsumu’s fingers are tugging your jacket off and Bokuto drags you forward, you can’t bring yourself to accept it, to properly fight back against it.

(Not that it would make a difference. They’re professional athletes, and there’s four of them against one of you.)

When your eyes fill with tears, Hinata’s there to brush them away, smiling down at you as he shrugs his own shirt off. “Don’t cry, angel. We’re gonna make you feel amazing, just wait!”

His words don’t fill you with ease. They can’t, not when he has that manic excitement bleeding through his expression - the same one you know he gets when he’s lost in the game, flying across the court like the laws of physics don’t apply to him. 

Hands are on you everywhere, teasing and exploring, too many to keep track of. Your clothes are pulled off, tossed aside and discarded without a second thought, and theirs follow suit. Fingers are tweaking your nipples and palming at your breasts, smoothing over the curve of your ass and trailing between your legs to play with your clit. 

“So fuckin’ pretty, ain’tcha? Our pretty girl, gonna be such a good little cockwhore for us.”

There’s lips against yours, at your neck, trailing down the column of your throat with a pleased hum. And between the kisses, you think that you’re crying, pleading for them to stop and let you go, but nobody listens as you’re manhandled onto one of the benches.

Your legs refuse to obey you, trembling as you try to kick out and wriggle away, only for rough hands to find your hips and drag you back. “C’mon, baby. Be good for us, you’ve already made us wait so long.”

Somebody smacks your ass and you jolt, crying out, only for a hand to soothe over the welt, another squeezing at your hip in a mockery of reassurance. “Don’t make us have to hurt ya, sweetheart.”

It’s easier, you think, to just close your eyes tight and pray that any second now, you’ll wake up in your bed to the blaring of your alarm. But the moment they flutter shut, teeth digging into your bottom lip as fingers dig into your thighs, warm breath ghosting across your sex, a low voice whispers in your ear, “Look at me.”

And you have no choice but to obey, forcing your eyes open to find Sakusa standing to your side, stroking his cock. It’s pretty, you distantly think, and you suppose that it suits him. Well groomed, long but not terribly thick with a slight curve, flushed pink at the tip and glistening with the pre-cum beading at his slit. His other hand comes to rest on your cheek, cupping it with a gentleness that feels out of place, considering the hunger burning in the black depths of his irises. 

He doesn’t say another word as he coaxes your mouth open and guides your head forward to take his cock into your mouth, but the low moan that escapes him as your lips wrap around his length makes you shiver. 

Sakusa isn’t gentle as he fucks your mouth, his thumb stroking your cheek as fresh tears well, but it’s hard to focus on that alone when Hinata’s face disappears between your legs, his tongue laving at your cunt, eager for a taste of you.

It doesn’t take long for the other two to join, and you’re manoeuvred between them, forced to sit on Bokuto’s lap, his thick cock stretching you out while Hinata sits between your legs, diligently slurping at your folds, sucking at your clit, one fist wrapped around his own length, lazily pumping it. Sakusa continues to use your mouth to get himself off, uttering backhanded praise between instructions, hissing in pleasure when he hits the back of your throat and you choke around him, while Atsumu has one hand playing with your tits, the other gripping yours, forcing you to jerk him off. 

It’s too much for your brain to take. 

Your sobs and whimpers, already muffled thanks to the cock in your mouth, are lost to the symphony of grunts and moans, lewd squelching and the sound of skin slapping against skin. There’s too many hands touching you, too much pain fused with unwanted pleasure, overwhelming you as heat and panic and terror build up inside of you, and it feels like there’s an inferno burning beneath your skin, and you can’t breathe and you just want it all to stop, you want to wake up, and-

Suddenly, the door to the locker room snaps open, and all five of you freeze in place as the Captain stops dead in his tracks and eyes the scene before him. 

There’s no possible way for Meian to misconstrue it, not with everything you told him. Not with your face flushed and teary, your eyes glazed over and all but broken from the sick, twisted debasement his teammates have subjected you to. You’re naked, your body littered in love-bites and bruises, spread out before him like a feast.

And still, your eyes meet his, silently pleading for him to say something and stop this.

Meian takes a single step forward and a muffled whine leaves your lips as the cock inside of you twitches insistently. Sakusa draws his hips back, pulling himself free from your mouth, and despite the burn in the back of your throat, you swallow and try to speak.

“Please.” It’s little more than a squeak, hoarse and choked, but it doesn’t seem to make a difference. 

The Captain barely acknowledges that you’ve spoken at all, his attention fixated instead on your body; the way your pussy’s clenching around the base of Bokuto’s length, the tremor of your thighs under Hinata’s rough hands, the way your tits rise and fall with every quickened breath, your lips, swollen and beautifully fucked, glistening with spit before finally, those dark eyes meet yours once more.

And slowly, a grin breaks across his face. “You’d better hurry it up, the others aren’t too far off.”

[angelplummie]

TERRIBLE

Miya atsumu x reader

Angst with a bad bitch ending

masterlist

cw: swearing, men

A/N: Here’s part 2 u guys 🥳🥳 hope i satisfied all of ur hopes and dreams for girl boss y/n, reblogs appreciated!!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

“No.”

“No?”

“Stop it Atsumu. I can’t deal with this. You can’t just-“

He moves towards you but you take a step back.

“I mean it, Y/N, I miss you so much.”

His face was set with determination. His brows were low and his eyes were wide with anxiety. He continues in a low, urgent voice.

“I love you, Y/N.”

Your breathing hitches. You look up at him, shock visible on your face.

He misunderstands this as confusion.

“I love-“

“Ah I get it, I get it! Don’t say it again!”

How could he just come up to you and say that? Like nothing happened? Like he didn’t tell you he didn’t love you anymore? Like he didn’t humiliate you for caring more than he did, like he didn’t destroy any chance of a future with someone you could ever hope for?

Your body language had completely changed. You had your arms wrapped around yourself, and you were practically leaning away from him. Tears rimmed your eyes and your stomach was twisting, making you forget the buffet. There were people behind the two of you waiting to get to the food.

“Let’s move somewhere more private.”

He took your hand and led you into a near by hall. You turn your face away from the head table, hoping Hana won’t spot you and the ex boyfriend of yours she hates the most. As soon as you two were alone, you yanked your hand out of his and stepped back.

“What do you want?”

He laughed nervously.

“I want- Isn’t it obvious? I want you back. I know I fucked up so badly, and I’m so sorry, but I’ll never leave you again. There’s no one else but you. I think about you nonstop, and I think about how stupid I was, please, let’s just pick up where we left off.”

You felt a tweak of irritation. You made your face as expressionless as you could manage.

“Where we left off? Atsumu, where we left off was you 4 months deep into a relationship with another girl. How can I ever trust you again? How can I know that you really love me?”

“I will do anything to-“

“You always did anything to make me forgive you. You always wore me down until I had no choice. But that was before, and you still left me. What are you going to do differently now?”

Silence.

“Right. Well, thanks for this, I’ll see you around.”

You turned on your heel to enter back into the decadent hall, but he grabbed your wrist once again.

“Y/N please just let me ask one thing!”

You sighed, heart aching and head throbbing, and you nodded for him to continue. He was stubborn as hell, maybe he’d leave you alone if you heard him out.

“Do you love me?”

Gasping in shock, you felt angry. And embarrassed.

“I don’t have to answer that.”

“So you do?”

With your eyes trained on the hallway flooring, he got his answer.

“You love me, and I love you, what’s stopping us? We were so good together, Y/N.”

You sigh. No matter how much you do miss him, you know you can’t go back now. This will be difficult, but you can’t let him back in.

“Because- because I can’t. I can’t just go back and pretend you didn’t... pretend nothing ever happened. I can’t pretend that 2 years haven’t passed and that either of us know each other anymore. And you can’t just come to me anytime you want because you regret leaving. You made your bed, so fucking lie in it. Good luck in your fucking Adlers game.”

And this time when you go to leave, he just watches with a miserable expression, left to dwell and hate himself for ruining this so terribly.

You make your way back into the hall to find one of the other bridesmaids for some moral support, blinking away tears. You’re surprised at how differently you feel about Atsumu now. You’re still shaken, but you don’t want him now at all. He was just like how you remembered, but nothing more. He was just a memory. He hadn’t changed, but you had, and now you realise he really wasn’t all that unique. There was nothing special about him when you saw him begging, he begged like any run of the mill ex-boyfriend. He was everything you had wanted before, but after being without him, your needs were different, you were different.

Hana spots to you before you could find anyone else, and storms through the crowd towards you in her wedding dress.

Uh oh, she saw him.

If she didn’t look so beautiful you would have been shitting yourself as she stands in front of you arms crossed, clearly fuming.

“What the hell were you doing with him? He’s not even supposed to be here! How could you just let him drag you around like that? What did he say?”

“He, uh, he told me he loved me at he wanted to get-“

“You idiot! And on my wedding day no less! How could you just go back to him the second he asks? Don’t you remember how badly he messed you up? You couldn’t hear the word volleyball for a whole year!”

Once you’re sure she’s done, you put your hands on her shoulder to calm her.

“Hana, calm down. I didn’t get back with him.”

“You didn’t- what?”

“He begged for me back, but I said I could never trust him again, and that I was an entirely different person, and I left him in the hall. I wasn’t gonna tell you because I didn’t wanna step on your big day, but there it is. You might wanna kick him out by the way.”

Hana tilted her head to the side, furrowed eye brows relaxing as she processed what you just said.

“Oh. Well then I’m proud of you! Fuck him, yeah?”

You laughed and nodded.

“Fuck him.”

[osamiiya]

Taking them bra shopping

Characters: Kita Shinsuke, Ojiro Aran, Miya Atsumu, Miya Osamu, Suna Rintaro

Warnings: Suggestive, gender neutral pronouns but reader has boobies, like one or two swears.

a/n Why did I write this? idk honestly. Watch my mental state degrade throughout this

Kita Shinsuke

---

Very polite

You think you see him blushing a bit at the more risque lingerie but he isn't

"I think that the other colour complemented your skin tone better."

Dosent try anything funny in the changing rooms, he simply peeks his head through the curtains, makes sure no one else sees. He waits in the hallway :(

Gives his honest thoughts about the style and color

Won't outright ask you to buy any lingerie but he's not going to object.

Pays for it all bless his soul </3

"I think the other one was better. This looks too tight."

You hum and move to put the other one on and Kita makes a sound of approval that accompanies his small smile.

His hands politely hover over the bra to fix it's positioning, waiting for your green light to put his hands on you.

"This one looks the best."

"It's $45 I think." Kita just nods and slips away from the curtain when you mutter something about being done.

He's holding the bras you decide to get in one hand, wallet in the other, and as the items get scanned, he dosent even bat an eye.

At your thanks he just raises an eyebrow.

"You need them don't you?"

Ojiro Aran

Respectful but also down bad

He walks with his eyes cast downward bc his mother raised him to respect women. He can't help that his eyes wander sometimes and then widen at the linge racks.

Aran holds your stuff and lets you wander off, following and giving his opinion when asked for it.

He says everything will look good on you so he's kind of no help

Again waits in the hallway, but if you have multiple to try on he'll just wait in the fitting room with you and comment nice things on how you look that day

"This one or the first one?"

You do a turn for him and he just smiles.

"They're both nice."

Rolling your eyes you run to the mirror, not missing the way Aran's eyes wander on your body.

"I don't want to get both though."

Your hands run over the material, pushing and pulling at it slightly to see which one was more flattering.

"Just get both, I'll pay."

Your smile grows in the mirror as you ask if he's sure, and he is.

So you get both, and wander to the check out, picking up things and asking Aran's thoughts.

Aran however, didn't think that bras would be that expensive, it's a small piece of fabric,the same as a bikini top, why was the price so high?

He swallows his pride and hands his card over with shaky hands, it's nothing he couldn't afford, he was just shocked that two bras easily went over $100.

Miya Atsumu

Don't take him please

Brings you lingerie that he thinks will look nice on you.

Has his own basket of stuff he thinks will look nice on you.

Finds the whole ordeal extremely hot and enjoys watching you send an embarrassed glare when he asks to get sized

Waits in the fitting room with you the entire time, putting on the bras after you and giggling to himself.

Wants to touch. Do not let him touch.

Likes all boobies big and small, very much a boob man and will be caught drooling at you trying on lingerie and push up bras

"You should get this."

There's less that'll be covered than the others, but Atsumu's dead set on how "Fuckin' hot" you'd look in it.

A quick look to the price tag has Atsumu's eyes going wide as saucers, and you can almost see the mental debate he has going on, whether he wants to get the lingerie along with your other under things or get the nice knee pads he's been wanting.

Miya Atsumu sulks when he puts it back, sending it a solemn look as he whispers that it would be a shame to spend that much money for a one night event, knowing how he'd ruin it and rip it off at first opportunity.

Like Aran, he watches you try on different styles and colours and decides they're all nice, really nice.

The price tag however? Not so nice.

He goes on a Twitter rant while you're talking to the store owner.

Miya Osamu

You would think he was a good person to go with

But remember, he's still a Miya

Snorts when the lady has you put on a bra over your clothes to see the cup size

But somehow he's still hyping you up?

Swears in ~awe~ and wolf whistles when you ask for his opinion

He loves going undergarment shopping with you

Likes it when you allow him to pick out lingerie, hands smoothing over your skin and the lace with awe

Genuinely thinks you look prettiest in the bright fitting room lighting, clad in a pair of pants and no top

"Wow."

Osamu can't help that his eyes wander everywhere, and you're right in front of him and God, you're so pretty.

"Look ok?"

Osamu's nodding before he realizes what he's doing.

"Let's buy the whole store, doll."

Unfortunately he dosent have the budget of a professional athlete but he's still got some money that he's more than willing to spend if it makes you feel pretty.

"The whole store?" You cant help but laugh at the firm nod Osamu gives you through the mirror, and Osamu's eyes sparkle.

His eyes however, don't sparkle when the poor teenage girl rings up the items, and Osamu sweats as he hands over his card, promising himself it was for a good cause.

And it was, especially when you show him again at home.

Suna Rintaro

Asks why you can't just use his hands as a bra

Smack his smug grin

Dosent mind going shopping with you or holding your bags

Just goes on his phone until you ask him something

Thinks you're pretty whenever, and dosent get the point of getting a pretty bra when nobody (but him) will see it anyways

Gives good advice on what styles look better than others

Makes sure they're comfortable and that you tell the lady if it isnt

He couldn't care less, will walk around the mall afterwards holding the bag

"Just tell her your size is my hand."

"Rin, please shut up- Hi yes I was looking to get a bra."

Suna wandered around the area, not letting you out of his peripheral vision, texting Atsumu and feeling the different laces and silks.

He's almost scared out of his skin when a worker approaches and asks if he needs anything.

When he wanders back, you're getting sized and Suna's scanning your face for any inckling of uncomfort, and when none if detected his eyes go back to his phone, the Schweiden Adlers going into their second set after taking the first.

"Babe can you come see if this fits properly?"

Suna blinks for a moment, whipping his head around a couple times before spotting your face peeking out from the fitting room curtain.

He sends a sheepish look to the ladies in line and slips behind the curtain with you.

"I think it's good- here." His fingers are cold against your skin as he loosens the straps a little.

"Looks nice, I like the colour." Suna's face is soft and he rests his chin on your shoulder as you admire yourself.

---

Bonus; The colour bra they would pick for you

Kita: Something practical, white or a skin tone

Aran: I feel like he would like something a bit lacy? If you were comfortable with it. That or a basic colour like black.

Atsumu: Red!

Osamu: "Dosent care" but also soft colors

Suna: Like an emerald green? He gives me emerald green vibes

[skiyoosmi]

post-break up heartaches

⤷ verse 2. in the dreams that we once shared

⤷ miya osamu, bokuto koutarou

⤷ verse 1 | verse 3

⤷ play. sorrow by sleeping at last, wrong direction by hailee steinfield

commissions: open

⇢ OSAMU stays still in his seat, melancholic eyes contrasting your bright ones while you twirl around in the middle of the ballroom. he admits, your dream wedding gown fit your figure perfectly as it flowed so gracefully the more you moved. but no beauty can compare to the happiness on your face as you danced with his previous volleyball teammate; the latter having a small smile on his face, not even having a single care about the funny looks you've been getting from your distant relatives. despite the minimal expression he adorns, to someone who has known him for a long time, it's clear as day just how ecstatic suna rintaro was to declare you as his wife, just as you were to call him your husband.

that could've been us, his mind screams all throughout the time he's been in the wedding ceremony, that could've been him dancing with you. he remembers little by little— how those smiles and laughters used to be solely for him whenever you try out his new recipes, from tasty to funny, how he used to be the one suddenly dragged to dance with you, how you used to dream of being married to him. him and only him.

but time was a cruel thing. he should've known better than to keep you waiting for more than so many years with nothing but empty and broken promises. i'll be done soon, yn, you know how much this means to me, this is my dream we're talking about here. stop being selfish please— he recalls himself telling you. he fails to see the disappointment and hurt that cross your eyes, fails to protect the already fragile relationship as you say your goodbye's to him a few more arguments and weeks later— i'm sorry for holding you back, samu. make sure to reach your dreams, okay?

i'm sorry. no matter how many times he says it, your fate was already done with him. you only needed him and he couldn't even give you that.

"hey there, stranger. wanna dance for a bit?"

he looks up, blinded by your brightness that almost seemed as if it mocked his sappy mood but he nods nevertheless, taking your hands as you pull him to the dance floor. in his peripheral view, he sees suna give him a wholehearted smile.

"you should stop frowning. it doesn't suit your face you know? what did you do to my lively samu?" you huff after a few minutes of nothing but silence and awkwardness while you swayed side to side with him, pouting when he shrugs, "you're such a gloomy ass! are you still in love with me or something?"

you swear it was supposed to be a joke, something to lighten the air between you two. but how were you supposed to laugh when he replied to you in the way you least expected?

"yeah, actually, i still am."

silence engulfed the two of you as you tried to overcome your shock. and for all the years he has been with you, it was painfully obvious that the answer he hopes for will not come. not now, not ever.

"samu... it's been—"

"i know. almost 8 years, is it? i know but i can't help it, yn. how could i when you're literally all i see everywhere i look?"

you fail to give him back a reply and (un)fortunately, he feels a tap on his shoulder and immediately, he knew it was time. he lets go of your waist and turns around, heart ready to get drowned by the bitter wine he's planning to drink all throughout the night, accompanied by the tears he won't be able to let out until he comes back to his hotel room.

"congratulations on your wedding, yn."

he ignores the hollowness inside him brought about by the unfinished conversation and goes back to his seat and repeats it like a mantra: not all fairytales get their happy ending.

and much to his dismay, his was one of those that don't.

⇢ BOKUTO was a star, luminous and blinding yet always longing to be part of the galaxy that held the awe of many other people. he was a child with dreams that wander all over the world and with confidence, he wants hear it, see that same world cheer for him.

he was an enormous star but his dreams were even bigger— and as he reaches out his hand to take more of what the universe can give him, he unknowingly lets go of yours.

"you look like you've dropped a huge shit on your underwear with the way you're staring down the court," konoha comments as he takes the seat he reserved beside you, hands deep in his pocket while he does so.

you glare at him, scoffing at his vulgar choice of words, "and you look like that shit, asshole. we haven't seen each other for so long and that's how you greet me?"

he laughs out loud, opening his arms and shoving you in them, "here! is this what you wanted instead? so adorable, yn! i knew you loved me at some point!"

you let out a series of groans, struggling to get out of his hold, "no! you're so annoying, get off me!"

he cackles, releasing you as the buzz rings out throughout the whole court, signaling the beginning of the match between msby and schweiden adlers. you shift in your seat, watching the players get introduced one by one, gasping when your ex-boyfriend literally does two cartwheels in his turn. is he... serious?

"where does he think he is... some kind of circus?" konoha snickers, shaking his head in amusement. oddly, you find yourself laughing with your companion. after all, this was typical bokuto, so full of energy and surprises.

"he looks... okay. very much okay," you bitterly state, placing your chin right on your palm as your arms and elbows rested on your lap. envy envelops your whole being as you watch him lively wave to the crowds, a large grin staying on his face. you huff silently, eyes trying to look at the other players but gravity seems to be playing its tricks on you as you find yourself reverting back to his figure. you wonder if time will let you become that happy someday.

"you're not...?" the lad beside you trails off, sighing when you shake your head 'no.'

"of course not yet, aki. it's not that i still love him or anything but he's just... he was everything, you know? he's become part of all my routines and now that he's gone, it... it just feels empty. like the dreams that used to help me sleep at night suddenly went away," he nods, not pushing you to say anything further. you both knew better than to have a shameful breakdown in public.

"god, i keep forgetting that the air conditioning in here is the worst," you grumble under your breath, rubbing your hands together to keep them from freezing out... because bokuto was no longer there to keep them warm, no longer there to offer you his own hands because you both forgot your gloves at home, no longer there to blow on them as if it was effective (it distracted you both at least), no longe—

"here, give me your hand," konoha reaches out to you, palms awaiting for yours to be in contact with his. you blink, surprised by his sudden offer, along with the pink hues that dusted both sides of his cheeks.

"we can't have them becoming numb, can we? i... i want to hold these hands for a very long time, you know?" he stutters as he begins rubbing both of your hands together, successfully getting rid of the cold and providing a new warmth you never expected will come sooner. oh... it's time, huh?

"uhm... yeah... thank you," you felt your face get hot. it seems like something... rather, someone has come to distract from the coldness you've been recently feeling.

"give me your days," he coughs out, still blushing. if anything, he's flushing even more now, "i'll fill the emptiness in them... and... and i can be your dream so you can sleep tight... and you'll be mine."

you gape at him, thousands of scenes flying through your mind but all of them led to one specific scenario.

"i... i have a lot of dreams, yn! i want to become a star player, someone who everyone will look up to and cheer for! and i... i think i want to focu—"

"i get it, bo. i'll get out of your way then. thank you... for everything."

"i-i'll be your dream?"

konoha chokes on his own saliva, "y-yeah! don't make me repeat it though, do you even know how cheesy that sounds? i can't believe i just said that, god... the things you make me do, you...!"

"okay."

it was his turn to blink, "e-eh?"

"i guess this is day one then?"

"eh?! wait... we... we're dating now, right?!"

"shut up now, aki."

as his golden eyes observe the two figures sitting by the stands, bokuto wishes he could've seen sooner that you were the one he had always been dreaming of, yearning for; wishes it could be him that was holding your hands again and he swears to whoever god there is, he won't let go of them anymore.

but then again, it seems like you were finally ready to wander with someone that wasn't him— who was he to stop you from doing so?

he was just a star;

you were the whole universe,

his universe.

© SKIYOOSMI, 2021. reposting, translating, editing, copying and any kind of plagiarism are strictly prohibited, thank you.

[euphoricimagination]

Part 22: An unexpected news happens, Player 3...? What will you two decide to do?

Warnings: Pregnancy symptoms such as nausea, the word vomit, period...

Part 21 - Part 22 - Part 23

From the beginning

You woke up on an empty bed, some rays of sun passing through the small openings of the curtains. February 15th, 9:03 can be read in the phone alongside some messages from Kenma

[Gamerboy💘] “Hi Kitten, remember that I had a meeting today and I had to come😒” “I hate to leave you waking up alone, but you have been so tired lately that I didn’t have the heart to wake you up” “I’m gonna try to get home as soon as I can. Love you”

[Me] “It’s okay Mr. CEO, try to pay attention to the meeting” “Please do, I miss you. Love you too”

After the Black Jackals won their first match of the Premier League against Schweiden Adlers, their energy and confidence led them to win the V. Premier League. Right now all of you are in a small break before the guys start to practice again, this time for a tournament that would help decide the players for the Olympics next year, so everyone was stressed out. These past weeks you've been feeling so much more tired than you ever had, so this rest was much needed.

You stand up from the bed to make some breakfast, but as soon as you stand up some dizziness appears, making you grab the bed immediately. Blaming it on exhaustion, you decided to ignore it, after all you just finished a big tournament, so what else could it be?

After eating and doing some basic house chores, you went to play Animal Crossing while laying on the couch. A few hours passes when you hear the door open, revealing an exhausted Kenma, who takes his shoes as fast as he can and moves fast to where you are.

"Hi love" says laying down on top of you, wrapping his arms around your waist

"Hi love" you chuckle when he takes your hand and puts it on his head, his body relaxing completely "was it that bad?"

"I hate meetings so much, why do I have to go? I’d rather be with you"

"Maybe because you’re the CEO of the company? If it makes you feel better, your software makes my job much easier"

"That’s why I keep going to those" he stands up "Here, I bought you this on the way back. I’m going to change"

"I swear, if you put those Nekoma sweatpants I’m throwing them away" you say looking at the doraemon keychain and some chocolates that he brought

"They’re comfy!"

"And full of holes. You have more, put those"

"Fine, but don’t you dare to throw them away, they have lots of memories attached"

"What types of memories? Like when I had to drag you to the gym? Or when you whined that you didn’t want to practice?" You shake your head chuckling

"Well, mostly because this uniform helped me to have many amazing things and people in my life…you included" says nonchalantly

"You became so cheesy"

After he changed, you spend the rest of the morning cuddling while updating each other on your days, deciding to order some food while he plays with Lev and Yamamoto. You pass him the food as he plays while sitting on the couch, also eating.

After a few bites, you start to feel incredibly nauseous, so you cover your mouth fast.

"You alright love?" asks Kenma, he always notices these things

"Yeah, yeah, I’m fin-" you tried to say, but the sudden urge to vomit appeared, making you stand up immediately to the bathroom

"Love, hey, hey it’s okay" says Kenma, hand in your back while you sit in the floor of the bathroom, nothing coming out "nauseous?"

"Yeah, I thought I…would…"

"It’s alright, don’t force it" he helps you up, going back to his room with worried eyes "sure you okay?"

"Yeah, I guess the stress finally caught up to me. I’m going to nap for a while"

"Want to cuddle? I can stop playing…"

"No, no it’s alright, I don't feel that bad. You keep playing, if I feel worse, I’ll tell you"

"Oka, but please let me know if anything else happens"

"I will. Don’t worry, it’s just a nap" you kiss his cheek, giving him a smile.

However, as soon as you leave his office, you go into your phone. The symptoms can be due to stress but if your period is late, it can be…

Oh.

You had been so busy with the guys and practice that you didn’t notice that your period was supposed to be two weeks ago.

Instead of going to sleep you quietly leave the house and go to the nearest convenience store to buy some pregnancy test, slightly panicking. Back on the house you go directly to the bathroom; with hands shaking as you read the instructions and take it.

2 lines, both of the tests. They were positive

You were sitting there, slowly processing the information. The only time you've talked about children was when you made that comment about them having a double nationality. You knew that Kenma wouldn’t suggest anything that you didn't want, he probably won't even be mad, but that doesn’t make it less scary.

You go to his room and open the door slowly, shaking in the process. His forehead with a frown speaking angrily

"God Lev, how the fuck are you so bad?! It’s literally pressing two buttons!" says before noticing you at the door, face softening immediately "are you okay love? Did I wake you?"

"N-no, can you…"

"What is it?" He takes your hand and pulls you over to his lap

"Can you…stop playing for a bit?"

"Of course" says frowning, he then says something to the guys turning off his computer, looking back at you with worried eyes while taking your face delicately "What’s going on, kitten? And don’t you dare to tell me it’s nothing"

"…I’m pregnant" you bluntly say,tears going down your cheeks, not sure what emotions were taking over. Kenma's eyes widen while looking at the tests, but soon enough his arms go to your waist "we’re...having a baby"

"A baby…our baby…I’m going to be a dad…we’re going to be a family" says hugging you even tighter

"Yeah…we are…I’m scared" you say, making him chuckle softly

"I’m scared too, neither of us planned this, but I know we can do it. We will figure it out just like we’ve figured out everything in our relationship, together" says while connecting your foreheads "You’ll be the one dealing with the physical changes, but I’m always gonna be there for you, always"

"I know, never really doubt that… it’s just…terrifying"

"It is, but you know?" says looking directly at your eyes, his soft smile appearing "I’m also really excited to start a family with the love of my life"

"When you put it like that it doesn't sound so bad" you chuckle softly, before looking at him "are you sure you want this? I can always look for abor-"

"I want it, I truly do" he stops you before giving you a kiss "We can do this" says closing the gap between your lips.

For the next few minutes you two are a mix between cries, soft chuckles and lots of kisses. After calming down properly, he takes you to the living room, sitting you in between his legs while you eat something, talking about some of the details that were about to come

"How dare you?" He pokes your waist softly

"Eh?"

"Back in high school I never wanted to be in a relationship, let alone get married or have a kid…and then you came around and changed everything. How dare you?" says looking at you playfully

"Is it bad that I did that?"

"No…not at all"

"Good, because I love you"

"I love you too, pretty. Thank you for coming to my life" he smiles with his eyes shining

"Thank you for letting me enter"

[hockeyboysimagines]

Ashes and Wine

Pairing: Mat Barzal x Leighton Adler

Warnings:A whole lot of angst, mentions of drinking/parties, some swearing. I think that’s all.

I couldn’t help myself. I HAD to publish this. I’ll have an update to Say it to me softly out sometime today or tomorrow. I really hope you guys like this!

Summary: Mat loves Leighton. Leighton loves Mat. 4 years ago he proposed and she said no. When she appears in Long Island to find that he’s met someone else, she swears she’s over it. She just wants him to be happy, but everyone can see that he is only ever going to be happy with her.

“We’re going to see him.”

“We are not going to see him.”

“We’re going to see him.”

Leighton’s leg had been bouncing for the past 10 minutes when Ginny had finally had enough and grabbed a hold of it forcing her to stop.

“Will you cool it?” Leighton sighed and slumped in her seat on the plane crossing her arms, a sour expression clouded her face.

4 years ago she had left the only home she ever knew for a big girl job in Dallas. Well she didn’t leave.

She ran away. And all because the boy she loved proposed to her.

And she said no.

Mat Barzal had been the boy of her dreams, the only person who had ever truly touched her soul. She was so unbelievably in love with him but when he asked her to marry him she panicked and said no. She took off, leaving with nothing but her clothing and best friend Virginia to start somewhere new. Dallas had seemed like the best choice. It was far away from Covington or Seattle, where Mat had played was even farther away from Long Island where he was now.

She should have known however that it was too good to be true because she was sitting here on a flight to Long Island after a transfer she had no choice but to take from the publishing company she worked for. Ginny was still staring at her, big green eyes looking concerned.

Ginny had been there for all of it. Her best friend for as long as she could remember, she had been there to watch her and Mat fall in and out of love, and had helped pick up the pieces of Leighton’s heart and put them back together. They didn’t speak of it often, less and less over the years but they had the kind of love you didn’t just forget.

“And even if you do see him, you don’t have to talk to him.”

Leighton rolled her eyes “Ginny please.”

“Yeah who am I kidding, a crowbar couldn’t keep you guys apart.”

“Stop. I think I’m gonna throw up.”

“I’m just saying if you do see him maybe things-“

“Gin. I don’t really think he’s going to want to talk to me after the last time I saw him.”

“That’s not really the point though is it? It’s not about wether he wants to talk to you, it’s about whether he can keep himself from talking to you.”

“I’m sure he’s found someone else by now. Look at who he’s become.”

As much as she tried she couldn’t help but follow his career over the last 4 years. He had accomplished so much in so little time, and even though she knew she didn’t deserve to be proud of him, she was. He may have been a superstar to the rest of the world, but he would always be that dark haired hazel eyed boy from Canada to her. She had spent so many nights watching him play, crying silent tears and wondering if, had she made a different decision, would she be there to see it all happening for him.

But she hadn’t.

Instead she broke his heart and left him in his bedroom.

“Well I did an internet dive last night and I couldn’t find anything.”

Leighton's eyes softened “ You went looking for that for me?”

Ginny smiled and leaned her head against the seat “ I’d do anything for you bitch. You know that.”

She reached forward to give her hand a squeeze.

“It’s all going to be okay.”

She nodded and closed her eyes. She had never really recovered from that last night and she didn’t know that she ever would. She had loved him with her whole heart, her whole soul. But the fear that he would find someone better than her was bigger than all that in that fraction of a second. She had been running scared for so long she didn’t even know who she was anymore. Her life had become pretty empty, the only person still left in it was Ginny. She hadn’t dated, or even thought about anyone since Mat. She didn’t know if she could even feel something for another guy, let alone love one.

But she hoped that Long Island was big enough that she could avoid him until she could get a transfer somewhere else.

Even if she really did want to see him.

********

“I didn’t invite Kaitlin with us to the game Barz.”

Mat rolled his eyes and gave Beau a look “What is your problem with her?”

“I don’t have a problem I just wanted to hang out! You bring her literally everywhere.”

“Well considering she’s my fiancé-“

“Marty doesn’t bring Sydney everywhere, Jordan doesn’t bring Lauren everywhere, Anders doesn’t-“

“Okay Beau okay. I get it.”

Anthony Beauvillier was usually regarded as one of the nicest people anyone could ever meet. He was well mannered and polite, all blue eyes and big white smile. But for whatever reason he could not find it in himself to be nice to Kaitlin. He really didn’t like anything about her, and was indifferent to her on a good day. Maybe it was her too-cool persona or the fact that she was always up in their business. He had really tried to be nice, but he just couldn’t. And he wasn’t the only one. He had kept his opinions to himself at first, but when it came down the grapevine that the other wags didn’t like her he couldn’t help himself. He complained about her to anyone who would stand still long enough to listen. And she wasn’t nice to him either. She demanded all of Mat’s attention, and hardly ever let him go do stuff without her coming along. She was a nuisance at best, and a big annoyance for Beau. At first it wasn’t like that. But it got worse when they moved in together. She felt the need to hover over Mat all the time, and was constantly guilt tripping him about doing stuff with the guys.

“Just forget it. I don’t want you to get in trouble for telling her she can’t come. It’s fine.” Beau knew she would put him through misery for the next few days if he told Kaitlin it was just a guys day, and as much as he didn’t like her he didn’t want to put Mat through that.

Mat bit his lip. He was right. He missed spending time with just Beau, and all the guys really but Kaitlin was to be his future wife. Talk about a rock and a hard place. He knew Beau didn’t like Kaitlin and no matter how much he tried to bring them together it only seemed to push them further apart, and Kaitlin didn’t really like him either. But she would tolerate him when he was around.

“Hey maybe Kaitlin has a friend-“

“No. I’m good.”

The sparkle in his eye and the smile on Beaus face had faded, and Mat sighed.

Things had been easy at one time in his life. No drama between his best friend and his girlfriend.

Well fiancé.

It was so weird to say those words. But it was hard to forget when she walked around flashing that big diamond on her finger. They had been together almost 2 years, engaged for 4 months. It had been a little sudden, and very unexpected from everyone in his life. His teammates had been happy for him, and his parents congratulated him but he could hear by their tones that they weren’t really excited.He loved Kaitlin he really did. But there was a part of his heart that she would never be able to fill. She was beautiful, and he cared about her a great deal. But he could never really give her his heart.

His heart belonged to someone else. Someone from another lifetime ago, who had brought him to his knees with one small word.

No.

He’d replayed the night over and over again, trying to figure out what he did wrong. The first year was the hardest. But after a while the wound on his soul began to heal and scar, and eventually the pain of it all faded to a dull ache. But then he would be reminded of her somehow and it would open up and start hurting him again.

When he met Kaitlin, she had helped to heal it enough that he could move on and love again. But there would always be a part of him attached to someone else.

Leighton Adler had been his first real love, and would probably be his last. He could remember her like he had seen her just yesterday, her face almost always at the back of his mind. He had always imagined planning a wedding with her, big smile stretched across her face as they went through invites and colors, and listened to Ginny complain about having to wear an ugly bridesmaid dress.

He shook his head, the image of her fading away, and brought his gaze back to Beau, who was slouched on his sofa.

“Hey how about we do something tomorrow? Just us. I’ll tell Kaitlin.”

Beau brightened a little and nodded “Okay. But if you stand me up again we’re over.”

“Shut up.”

**********

The apartment was beautiful. It had high ceilings, large windows and hardwood floors throughout. It was a generous and tempting gift from the editing company to make the move seem not so terrible. Though she went kicking and screaming, here she was unpacking boxes with Ginny and arranging furniture.

“So I figure we should probably unpack the essentials today, and do the small stuff later on. We have to be in tomorrow to sign papers and get on the payroll here.” Ginny was talking but Leighton wasn’t listening. The anxiety bubbled in her throat and came in waves as she thought about the world outside the apartment. While Long Island was big, it wasn’t that big and the chance she would see him were greater than the chances she wouldn’t.

She could only imagine how painful it was going to be when it happened, and how hard it would be for her to see him and have him not even acknowledge her. Ginny had long stopped talking and watched her best friend falling apart at the seams. She knew this move would be hard for her. Ginny had seen everything, from beginning to end, and she could sympathize but she would never understand. She had never known real love like that. Their story was about destiny, fate, and heartbreak. And she knew it wasn’t over. And it never would be. Even after 4 years apart, whatever force compelled things to happen had brought them back together. Ginny could shield her best friend from a lot, mean girls, unkind friends, strangers. But she was no match for Mat Barzal. It would be pointless to even try.

Ginny loved Mat too. He had won her over with his boyish smile, and infectious laugh. But he really pulled her in when she saw how much he loved Leighton. She had imagined one day that she would stand behind her, in a dress with a bouquet while she heard them say “I do.”

But that all changed. It seemed so far away yet so fresh in her mind. She had packed up and moved with Leighton on a whim. She held her while she cried for months, and eventually brought her back to some semblance of her old self. But she was never the same.

It hurt Ginny. It hurt Leighton. And it hurt Mat.

3 lives that had changed course all because of one night.

She wished she could forget it all. She had never really asked Leighton why she said no, assuming she would tell her if she wanted to. Who knows why anyone does anything they do at 18. She wished it was different. But it wasn’t, and right now she needed to bring Leighton out of her head, and into the apartment.

“Hey space cadet. Let’s forget this for now and order food. I’m starving.”

Leighton smiled “ Yeah. Let’s do that. I need a break.”

“ And then we’re getting milkshakes and watching 80’s movies. I’m not asking.”

*******

Leighton and Ginny were up early and out the door to head to their building and file all the paperwork in preparation for their first official day at the Long Island branch of their editing company. Leighton hard always loved to read, and when she got offered an internship, she took it. Ginny was her partner, the two a dynamic duo who had found and helped get alot of authors published. It was chilly, and a soft rain had started to fall, just enough to wet the pavement. They were trying to hustle in order to beat the downpour that was building in the sky. Ginny had found a coffee shop that was right between their apartment and their new office, a short enough distance to walk.

“I need coffee. I can’t be walking around looking like a hag who’s had no caffeine.” Ginny said from beside her.

Leighton chuckled as they came up on a coffee shop. Her phone started to buzz.

“It’s David.” David was the owner and founder of the company, and the one who pushed their transfer. Dallas was downsizing and Long Island was the biggest branch they had. He felt that because of how well the two had done in Dallas it was only appropriate they be sent to the most successful place they could go. He had big plans for them, which is why Leighton took the transfer with a smile even though she didn’t really want to go.

“It’s fine take it. I’ll get you something.” Ginny hurried inside, delighted to find it almost empty. She stood reading the menu, barely registering the bell on the door chiming, and an all too familiar laugh coming from behind her.

******

“Yo check out this redhead.” Beau whispered as he elbowed Mat. He giggled, and rolled his eyes as he followed Beau’s gaze to a girl standing in front of the counter. Mat froze.

He would recognize that long mane of auburn hair anywhere. She looked so different but so familiar at the same time. He swallowed thickly, mouth dry, rooted to the spot.

“Barz? You okay?”

“Ginny?” She froze, turning slowly around wet boots squeaking on the floor of the coffee shop. She saw a chest first, eyes traveling upward until they settled on a familiar pair of hazel eyes. He looked alarmed to be seeing her here after all these years. She went white as a sheet as they stared at each other for a few moments.

“What-what are you doing here?” He stumbled over his words, still staring a hole through her. Beau was looking between them confused, eyebrows furrowed. If Ginny was here, that could only mean one thing. They never went anywhere without eachother and if Mat was betting on it, Leighton was here too.

“ I uhm I live here now. I didn’t-“

“Gin what are you doi-“

Leighton had come in to see what was taking so long, and stopped dead mid sentence when she saw him. She knew it would happen eventually and even prepared a speech but it went right out the window and she turned a horrible shade of grey.

Mat sucked in a breath, his throat closing and panic rising in him like vomit as he took a step back bumping against a table, and Beau in the process. It was dead silent as Ginny stood there, nervously moving her gaze between them waiting for someone to say something. The tension in the room was so thick it felt like they had all stopped breathing.

“Hi.” She finally said.

“I need-to go.” Ginny excused herself and walked towards the door, giving Leighton’s hand a small squeeze as she passed her. Beau had also moved towards the door, not quite sure what was going on but knew enough to give them some space. He tried to smile reassuringly at Mat but his eyes had still not left the mystery girl, who looked very familiar to Beau but he just couldn’t place her.

“How-how are you?” Her voice was soft, but went right through him. It brought him back to 4 years prior before his whole world came down on him.

“I’m uh. I’m fine. Well no, no I’m not. I’m not fine.”

She looked at her feet. She was every inch as breathtaking as he remembered, maybe even more. Her hair was longer than it had been then, but she was still willowy in build, eyes still big and grey. He felt a pain in his chest and was certain he was having a heart attack. How could she be here after all these years, standing in front of him. He was already unraveling. He took a deep breath, pulling himself together before he spoke.

“What are you doing here Leighton?”

She looked up finally tucking her hair behind her ear, a few droplets of rain sliding down her jacket.

“I got a promotion and they transferred me here. Ginny decided to come with me.”

“ You-you moved here?”

She nodded again, taking a step forward.

“We got here 3 days ago. I was wondering how long this would take.”

“How long what would take?” She was close enough to him that it was making him lightheaded. He had been in the same room with her for only 5 minutes, and even after 4 years she could melt him into a puddle without even trying.

“This. You and I running into eachother. I knew it would happen eventually. And I had a whole speech prepared but. I guess that’s out the window now.”

She smiled slightly but it wasn’t a genuine smile. Before he could help himself he took a step forward and very gently extended his arms and pulled her into a hug. He was warm and inviting and she felt like whatever she had been missing all these years was right here in his arms. She closed her eyes, head resting on his shoulder. She could feel his heart pounding underneath his clothing. He felt so right, but so different. He was bigger and broader than before, hair longer and a scar across his nose that hadn’t been there 4 years ago. But those eyes hadn’t changed. Two pools of deep hazel. She could look at them for hours.

“I’m really glad to see you.” He sounded genuine, his voice soft in her ear. She pulled back to look at him, and for a second his world stopped moving. His eyes bounced between hers and her mouth several times before he bit his lip and then looked down. They were still wrapped up together, arms around eachother.

“Leighton I-I guess I should tell you. I’m engaged.”

She blinked and flinched, eyes turning sad. It felt like someone had taken something sharp and pushed it into her lungs, and was digging around to try to find her heart.

“Engaged? Wow. Congratulations.” She blinked again hoping she wasn’t going to cry. She was still holding on to him, body feeling cold even in his arms. He was looking at his feet. She let go of him, letting her arms fall and then smiled.

“I’m happy for you. Really.” She took a step away from him, moving towards the counter to order coffee. He followed trying to gauge whether she was upset or not. She was smiling but it didn’t reach her eyes.

“So your an all star now huh?” She joked as they waited.

“Oh I don’t know about that.”

“Don’t be so modest. I always knew you would be.”

“Wait wait. Have you been keeping up with my games?”

She shrugged and turned to look out the windows. “It’s kind of hard not to when your face is everywhere. Even in Dallas.”

“So that’s where you’ve been?” She nodded as the barista handed her a coffee cup and she moved to put sugar in it while he waited for his. He had looked for her for a long time after she disappeared but couldn’t find her. Eventually he came to the conclusion that she didn’t want him to find her.

“Yeah. I took that internship I was offered. I left that last week of summer.”

“And Ginny?”

“You know her. There was no way I was going and she wasn’t.”

“And now your here.”

She pursed her lips and met his eyes for the first time since he dropped the engagement bomb.

“Now I’m here.” She checked her phone “Oh damn. I’m running behind. It’s been nice catching up Mat.” Hearing her voice say his name sent a chill through his spine as she smiled again, this one more genuine than before. As she turned to walk away he could few words bubbling up in his throat. Words that should not be coming out of an engaged mans mouth.

“Hey. Do you wanna get dinner or a drink or something? It’s just-I really missed talking to you, and it’s been a long time.”

She nodded very slowly”Sure. You still have my number.”

Of course I have your number I couldn’t delete it if I wanted to. He thought in his head. But he just nodded and then reached forward to give her another hug. Her ran his hands up her back and squeezed her, holding on to the last few seconds of her before he let go and she gave a small wave as she went out the front door. His coffee came two seconds later and he took it, and found Beau outside on his phone.

“Dude.” He said upon seeing him. He was white as a sheet.

“Who was that?”

He was gesturing at Leighton’s back as she walked down the sidewalk and turned the corner and Mat pursed his lips.

“ That’s Leighton.”

Beau’s jaw fell and he gaped at him “Leighton? THE Leighton?”

“ Yeah . That’s what I said.”

“ Damn bro.” He folds his arms shaking his head “ You weren’t kidding when you said she was hot.” Mat rolled his eyes and rubbed a hand over his face. He was not okay and Beau could see it. Whatever hold this girl had on him, was strong even after 4 years away from him.

“You okay?” He looked concerned and gave him a light punch on the arm.

“Honestly, I don’t know. I haven’t seen her since….Well you know.”

Beau had found a picture of Leighton once in a frame, stuffed in a moving box. It was something Mat just couldn’t part with. Most of the other photos of them were in his mother’s possession, packed in a time capsule in the attic with his high school hockey jerseys and sentimental things from his childhood and teenage years. No matter what happened between them she would always be a part of that.

But this picture was his favorite and he carried it with him, even after she turned down his proposal. They had been goofing around at a party, and when Ginny said smile she had captured a perfect moment frozen in time. Leighton was sitting on mats lap, each holding a red solo cup. Her cheeks were red, arms wrapped around him they were so happy and carefree. It was silly now, because only 6 months after that photo was taken, there was no more Mat and Leighton. When Beau asked him about it, his heart fell into his stomach. He sighed and told him everything, from the beginning to the end. Beau had listened and asked questions when necessary. He knew enough about Mat to know that the way he spoke about her was different than the way he talked about other girls.

“Well.” Beau said pocketing his phone as they started to walk back to the car “Maybe this is a sign.”

“A sign?”

“Yeah maybe this is the universe that you can finally break up with Kaitlin.”

“Beau-“

“No no no. You can’t tell me for one second this isn’t fate or that seeing her today didn’t rattle you. You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“I think I have. Look let’s talk about this later okay? I just need some time to digest what just happened.”

“Okay.” He nodded “But we are going to talk about this eventually.”

He nodded and they made their way to the car, his mind far away, back in his bedroom 4 years ago.

******

“So how awkward was it?” Ginny asked over dinner that evening. Between doing paperwork and setting up their offices she hadn’t been able to talk to her about the encounter from that morning yet. Leighton chewed for a minute before answering.

“Honestly. It wasn’t that bad. He’s engaged.”

Ginny choked on her spaghetti, coughing and dropping her fork while patting her chest. Through watery eyes she squinted and rasped out.

“He’s what?”

“Engaged. You heard me.”

“No fucking way.”

“Fucking way. Her name is Kaitlin.” Leighton mumbled, moving her food around on her plate. She wasn’t really surprised that he had found someone new, but she was surprised they were engaged. She had prepared herself for him to say he was dating causally, or had a girlfriend or even lived with someone. But she had not anticipated the word engaged. It hurt her. She had no claim over him and no right to feel this way, but she did.

“Wow. I don’t know what to say.”

“Maybe we just shouldn’t say anything because I don’t wanna think about it really.”

“I was going to say that it’s bullshit.”

“What do you mean?”

Ginny rolled her eyes and sipped her wine “Please. That guy is STILL completely in love with you and it was all over his face today in that coffee shop.”

“Ginny-“

“I’m just saying. I hope Kaitlin isn’t too comfortable because she’s not going to be around very long.”

******

“Well I guess that’s the last of it.” Mat taped the box shut and pushed it aside next to the others. Leighton was sitting on his bed, looking around at the bare walls. He was leaving that week for Long Island. They had spent every possible minute together since the draft but it wasn’t anywhere near enough time. He sat down next to her with a huff and leaned backwards against the wall.

“Are you scared?” She asked quietly.

He shook his head “Nervous. And sad.”

She looked at him frowning.

“I don’t wanna leave you.”

He leaned forward to pull her closer to him and pressed a kiss to her temple. She blinked away tears.

“So then I was thinking…what if I didn’t have to?”

“What?”

He was turned now facing her, holding both of her hands in his “Well what if you came too?”

“Are you-are you asking me to move to Long Island with you?”

“I’m asking you to marry me Leighton.”

Mat was snapped out of his daydream by the closing of his front door, and the clicking of Kaitlin’s shoes on the hardwood.

“Hi.” She said brightly as she came around the corner. He stood and walked to her, pulling her into a tight hug. His mind was still jumbled but it felt good to hold her. If one thing in his life was still normal it was the fact that he was standing in his living room hugging the girl he was going to marry. She wrapped her arms around his neck.

“How was your day?”

“Better now.”