#also sunday is there but this ain't about him

[octuscle]

Exchange student: Athens (GA)

Benjamin was not particularly happy that he had come to Georgia as an exchange student. Athens... He had wanted something in New England. Or at least in California. But he hadn't been able to choose. Athens had taken him.

The introductory week had been a disappointment. His fellow students were almost exclusively from the neighborhood, the boys were interested in football and hunting rifles, the girls in boys. It was all so clichéd that it was hard to express. But there was actually a very good grand piano in the assembly hall and Benjamin had been given permission to use it for his daily exercises after a short audition. He had not yet met his roommate. He wasn't due to return to university until a week later because of some family business. Benjamin was hoping for someone who was also interested in classical music and expressionism. Or at least someone who was also studying literature, art history or something similar.

It was the night from Saturday to Sunday when the door opened with a huge crash at around 02:00. Someone threw a duffel bag onto the bed and turned on the light. Benjamin blinked startled at the sudden light. He couldn't see anything against the light. But it smelled of sweat and a few other things he couldn't identify. The shadow took off his shirt, threw it on the floor and sat down on the other bed. Benjamin's eyes adjusted to the light and he began to recognize something.

"Well howdy, you must be Ben. I'm Hunter, no lie, that's my name, partner. Shoo, it ain't even 2 o'clock yet. What in tarnation are ya doin' in bed?" Benjamin was disgusted. He would have to share the room with a redneck. He turned around and mumbled, “Nice to meet you. If you'll excuse me, I'd like to get back to sleep.” Hunter just said, “Well, that’s on you if ya overlook somethin’, darlin’,” rummaged in his duffel bag and disappeared again. It must have been around 04:00 when he returned. Now it also smelled of booze. Benjamin pretended to be asleep, even though Hunter was making a lot of noise. After he had finished clearing out his things, Benjamin heard him burp loudly a few more times. And soon he was snoring.

When Benjamin's alarm clock rang at 07:00, Hunter was still snoring. He was lying naked on the comforter. Benjamin had to admit with envy that he was well trained. His butt was firm. His upper body was deeply tanned and Hunter was pale below the waist. A guy who worked out in the fresh air. Benjamin's cock got hard. He quickly grabbed his scrubs and headed for the washrooms. He wanted to be at the Georgia Museum of Art early. When he returned to his room, freshly showered, Hunter was lying awake on his bed. Jerking off his morning wood. “Well, howdy there, early riser! Ain't that somethin'! You fixin' to hit the pavement for a run?” Benjamin turned around, embarrassed. Because he didn't want to disturb Hunter while he was wanking. And because his own cock was leaking precum into his boxer shorts. “No thanks, I wanted to go to the museum.” “Real neat, we got one 'round these parts? Been here a whole year and didn’t even know. Might just tag along next time, if y'know what I mean.” “That would be nice,” Benjamin replied as he hurriedly got dressed and left the room. He had to go to the washrooms again before he went to the museum. He really needed to wank. He thought about Hunter.

He wasn't really focused in the museum. At the beginning, he made sketches of the halls and the works of art on display. He was actually surprised by the quality. There were top-class works here. But when he caught himself doodling a stag in his notebook the third time, he decided that he would probably be better off getting some fresh air. He took his rucksack out of his locker and left the museum. The fresh air did him good. Benjamin walked along Campus Road. He passed the Georgia Museum of Natural History. It was still early. He went inside.

Natural history wasn't really his hobby. But Benjamin was fascinated by the dioramas of the local animal world. He enthusiastically made sketches of the deer. Why the hell had he already made them at the art museum? And why were the deer he was drawing now often hunted prey? He probably just couldn't get Hunter out of his head. He was getting a hard-on again. Benjamin made his way back to the dormitory. Hunter and he hadn't got off to a good start. But now he would like to put that right.

"Down at th’ park wit’ the boys, tossin’ sum balls ‘round. Y’all come on by if ya wanna join!" The note was on Ben's pillow. There was a lot else lying around the room. It was as if a bomb had gone off. Hunter was obviously not the tidiest of people. There was a camouflage T-shirt on the floor. Benjamin pressed it to his face. It smelled of sweat and masculinity. He couldn't help it. He had to jerk off again. This time it came with unexpected force. Shit, on the floor, on the bed, his cum was everywhere. He took one of his dirty towels from the laundry basket and tried to clean it up as best he could. And then he made his way to the park. He had to watch Hunter play football with his buddies.

Benjamin had to search a bit to find Hunter and his friends. But it was worth it. A gang of young rednecks in the prime of their youth, on their way to becoming real men. Their muscles were glistening with sweat, their mullets sticking wet to their heads. “Yo, Ben!” Hunter shouted when he saw Benjamin. Benjamin was amazed that Hunter had recognized him. Hunter ran up to him and did a fist bump, which Benjamin returned somewhat awkwardly. “Hey there, what in tarnation are ya doin’ just standin’ ‘round like a bump on a log? Get yourself changed and hit that field!” Benjamin said that he had nothing to change into. “Floyd, you knucklehead! You got your gym gear?” Hunter yelled across the pitch. He, who was presumably Floyd, yelled back “Sure thing!”. Hunter went to a bag and threw it to Benjamin. “Here ya go, this oughta fit ya, Big fella!” Benjamin was a little embarrassed to just change in the open field. But there was no turning back now. The last time he had played football was five years ago. And he had been bad. Really bad. Now he was standing on a field in sweaty, oversized clothes belonging to a guy he didn't know called Floyd and had to play football with a guy he hardly knew, but had already wanked off on twice today. The ball flew towards him. Benjamin caught it with a leap. “To me!” roared Hunter. And with a powerful and precise pass, the ball flew to Hunter. “Bloody hell!” thought Benjamin.

The sun was about to set. The boys were lying on the grass, drinking some kind of isotonic thirst quencher. They had all taken off their shirts. Hunter's head was on Benjamin's stomach. “Well, butter my butt and call me a biscuit, buddy! You best be chowin' down more and hittin' them weights less. That belly of yours ain’t got no softness to cuddle up to!” “In your dreams!” replied Benjamin, tousling Hunter's wet hair. Damn, he was well on his way to becoming a jock... Benjamin and Hunter spent the evening together, when the sun went down, they went to the movies and then out for a burger. Benjamin had never spent a Sunday like this before. It felt wrong. But it felt so good!

The next morning, Hunter's alarm clock rang at 05:30. “Dude, running and gym!” he said as he shook Benjamin awake. Benjamin had done more sport yesterday than he had ever done in his life. But without argument, he put on Floyd's dirty and sweaty clothes and the two of them set off. Benjamin actually had his first lecture at 08:30. English poetry of the 19th century. But he couldn't leave Hunter to bench press on his own. And so it was 09:00 when he arrived in the lecture hall. In his sweaty gym clothes. Without his homework. His professor asked him to join her after the lecture to explain to him clearly that this was not the performance she expected. And that he would stink. Benjamin raised his arm and took a deep breath from his armpit. “You're damn right,” he said, nodding appreciatively. His cell phone vibrated. “Fucc dude, 4got my laptop.  Bring it by, bruh. Warnell school of 4estry and natural resources” Benjamin knew where that was. Behind the natural history museum. Next lecture wasn't for another hour. Benjamin sprinted home, grabbed the computer from Hunter's desk and ran into the department. “I'm at the entrance, bro,” he wrote. ‘Cum 2 the library,’ Hunter replied. Benjamin followed the signs. Floyd was waiting outside the library. “Hey y'all, thanks a million! You’re a real lifesaver for Hunter and me. And I gotta say, them clothes are lookin' sharp. And that mullet? Pure gold!” Benjamin blushed and said that he would do the washing today and Floyd would bring the clothes back clean tomorrow. Floyd laughed and said that they had only been on for a week, a bit early to wash them. Benjamin joined in the laughter and headed off to his next lecture. Bloody hell, what had Floyd said. Mullet? What mullet? He ran his fingers through his hair sweaty from running. It was sticking to the back of his neck. Benjamin searched for a window pane to look at his reflection. Shit, he had a similar hairstyle to the boys.

Tuesday morning was Hunter and Ben's first lecture, “Ecosystems and Habitat management” in Professor Castleberry's Wildlife Ecology and Management class. They both got quite a telling off for missing the first lecture the previous week. Hunter's excuse was that he couldn't leave his parents' hunting lodge because of the storm. The story of how the bridge had been washed away sounded super realistic. Ben had to bite his tongue not to laugh out loud. He knew that Hunter simply hadn't wanted to leave without killing the big stag. Ben's excuse was less original. The fact that he was wrongly enrolled in art history and literature led to great laughter in the lecture hall. A guy with “corn-fed Midwestern boy” literally tattooed on his forehead couldn't be in a worse place than in a lecture on 19th century English poetry. Luckily, the two best buddies were given two adjacent seats. They hadn't showered after the gym today either. Very few of their fellow students wanted to sit next to them. But it was their lucky day anyway. Although the registration deadline had actually already passed, they both still got a place on the excursion to the “Population biology and ecology” field trip at the weekend. They could hardly wait for Friday. Finally a chance to get some fresh air and hopefully a good piece of game. Their hunting rifles were already threatening to rust.

A few of his fellow students knew that his real name was Ben. But everyone here called him Buck. Hunter and Buck. It just went together. The two of them studied together, pumped iron together, played football together. They hunted together. And yes, they also fucked together. But only without eye contact. Otherwise it would be totally homo!

Pics by @ki-kink

[one-winged-dreams]

I DO HAVE TO POINT OUT THOUGH

that that lighter trick was one of the SEXIEST things I've ever fucking seen

[gifset of that one scene from 2.1] "Omg this moment created so many dead dove fics XD"

SHUT UUUUPPPPP

[overdevelopedglasses]

Sunday Six!

Hellooooooooo people. Making my way through Infinite Wealth at a breakneck speed somehow (i'm on chapter 11) and honestly I've been having a great time. You know who's also having a pretty alright time?

Shinumi.

Even though when I made him I was like "nah he never runs into Kiryu that doesn't make sense," uh. here we are.

Anyway as accordance to IW i'm having soooooo many feelings about Kiryu and I need to get them out somehow. Don't think this will turn into anything but. Guh.

Tagging @passthroughtime @four-white-trees and @jichanxo

He’s used to this, at least. Many late nights in the Tojo Clan were spent comforting members of his family and others who had too many rough nights, or whatever reasons they wanted to give him. 

To comfort the Dragon of Dojima is a task he wasn’t even sure he was up to.

He retreats into his apartment as his brain races, and he throws on an old coat that he buttons over his sleep shirt. He reopens the door as he slides on comfortable shoes, somewhat startling the older gentleman, who leaned against the railing. 

“Sorry.” He shakes his head, getting rid of the last of his sleepy haze. “What usually helps me on nights like this is a walk.” He gestures down the stairs towards the open road that sprawls into neon lights on the horizon. “I promise there are no insane people that will crucify you in an alley. Everyone here is more sane than that.”

Kiryu scoffs at him, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes. “Lead the way.”

[nobodybetterlookatme]

My boss said nobody is working tomorrow so she asked if I can come in anyway like 😭 I'm gonna die fr 😭

[b0ther]

ain't even jealousy

you fucking hate the basketball team, but there's no one you hate more than aomine.

pairing : aomine daiki x reader (feminine pronouns. afab) rating : explicit, not safe for work (sexual content) type : chaptered tags : aomine is a bully im not even kidding he is quite cruel, porn with PLOT, reader is besties with satsuki, reader also has a crush on imayoshi, reader also was wakamatsu's ex, hate sex, semi-public sex, manhandling, vaginal penetration, thigh fucking, semi-clothed sex, some slutshaming going on here, reader has big tits, slight dubcon. word count : 4,323

author's note : title from 'want u back' by cher lloyd. this is comissioned by a dear friend. hope you enjoy mwah. this first chapter (and whole fic im ngl) is centered around the onsen episode.

( masterlist │ ask/request │ ao3 )

After a long and hard day at school, all that you ever really want to do is to quickly get to your part-time job and finish up your shift. Perhaps you can get some convenient store food after that, or go straight home to shower and rest.

Whatever it is that you daydreamed of, it wasn't this.

Satsuki calls out to you, her voice soft against the bristling wind with her lithe arms circle around yours as you try to walk away, dragging her body forcefully with you. She whines your name over and over again, over the beating speaker against your ears before you finally had enough, ripping your headphones off your head, turning to face her.

“Satsuki!” You try to sound stern, but you end up whining in the same tone that she used. You can only be so serious as a high school girl, after all.

Her pink strands fall against her face messily; you use your other hand to tuck them behind her ear as she elongates the way she enunciates your name and begs, begs, begs you to listen to her. “Please! Just—”

“Satsuki!” You groan, shaking her off your body. “I’m busy. I have a part-time job, I’m failing maths, I have club activities. I can’t just… ditch everything and go !”

“You can!” It’s like she was not listening to a single word that you uttered. “It’s a month away and on Friday, Saturday, and Sunday—which you can begin asking for a leave day starting today , they will definitely let you if you do it a month in advance!—and maths!? That’s easy! I’ll teach you!”

You slant your eyes at her, arms crossing on your chest. “Alright. What about my club activities?”

“You mean your journalist club? One that encourages their members to leave their comfort zone in order to bring back interesting stories? One that basically has a crush on the basketball team?”

You roll your eyes. “Oh, don’t be dramatic.”

She gasps. “Don’t you love me!?”

“Don’t do this to me…”

“If you love me at all, you wouldn’t even think twice about going with me. Imagine me, a girl, going alone on an all-boys’ trip to some secluded place—”

“You’re being dramatic—” You tried reiterating your point.

“I’m not!” She whines, even louder this time, attracting attention from all the other Touou students around you. “You literally have nothing to lose by coming along! Give me five reasons—five good reasons—and I will literally stop bothering you.”

You shake her off again, and this time, Satsuki lets go and stumbles back a couple of steps as the mischief on her eye continues to shimmer. You have never lost an argument to Satsuki—but there is a first for everything, and you have a feeling that you are going to break some personal records today.

“First,” you take a deep breath as you hold up a finger. “Aomine’s gonna be there—”

“Perfect!” Not giving you a chance to speak, she cuts you off, eyes glimmering like starlight. “You like him!”

She strikes a nerve with this one.

One of your eyes twitches as you cross your arms under your chest. The excited smile on her face fades in an instant, recognizing in an instant that something is wrong.

Recognizing in an instant that something she should have known about is wrong.

She blinks a couple of times, trying to use all that intelligence in her head to analyse the error in what she said (which turns out pretty useless—guess all that she is good for is basketball).

“Have you been paying attention at all?” You begin to blabber after letting out a huge gasp, arms waving around in the air. “We’ve been friends for years— years ! Since the first year of middle school, and you know nothing of  my strong, burning opinion of Aomine!? Flash news, Satsuki, it’s not love!”

“You—” She stammers, “You talk about him a lot!”

“I complain about him a lot!” You correct her, blowing out air in frustration, feeling somewhat betrayed that your best friend had just accused you of liking your archnemesis… your enemy… your… your rival.

The point is! You hate him!

You would rather live in a world without television and the internet and good music if it means that you will have to never hear him say another word.

Aomine.

You shiver in annoyance.

Just saying his name irks the hell out of you. Imagining his face causes a feeling close to that of an explosion in your chest. You just wanna grab him by his face and shove him down a flight of stairs.

You cannot even count all the shitty things he did to you in high school: revealing your crush on Nijimura Shuuzou not just to the then-basketball team captain, but the entire student body; tripping you in the cafeteria multiple times; stealing your undergarments during P.E. and commenting crassly about how you were two sizes under his favourite adult model. Granted, you never told Satsuki about the last thing. That shit was just too embarrassing—you were glad that no one else was in the room when he threw your bra back at you.

Still, your frustration remains at her. Jogging down memory lane boils your wrath, and you close your eyes to calm yourself down.

He’s just a bully.

A damned bully.

And you would be damned if you are going to willingly spend your weekends in the same vicinity as him.

“Well… Dai-chan likes you!”

You roll your eyes.

Yeah, right.

You would agree if she had claimed that he found you attractive, or he thinks you’re hot. But liking you? Highly improbable—impossible, even.

Aomine Daiki does not seem like he is capable of feeling any emotion aside from boredom and mischief. The only thing he loves, or even likes, is probably his beloved Aya-chan from his gravure magazines.

You’re not even sure if he still likes basketball.

Which is a shame—seeing someone so tall gradually shrinking to the size of nothing, even if you despise the guy, the whole ordeal with whatever-the-fuck Satsuki’s basketball team went through still managed to extract some sympathy from the bottom of your heart. You’ve been paying attention to Aomine, after all, albeit not under any positive light.

“Whatever,” from past experiences, you know better than to argue against Satsuki. “I don’t care anymore. And you know what? Aomine himself and your blatant disregard of your best friend’s feelings—me!—should be enough to fit all five criterias!”

You know that look in her eyes, the way her lips press against each other and how one of her hands is clenched into a fist. 

“I’ve been friends with him for 16 years, (Y/N),” she bumps her fist against her chest in pride. “Best friends, even! I know him better than you do!”

You scoff. “People who like someone don’t bully them, Satsuki. Open your eyes.”

“He isn’t bullying you!” She groans.

“Oh, so now not only are you attempting to kidnap me, but you’re also defending my bully?”

“Argh!” Satsuki hugs your arm again, earning her a groan from you. She calls out your name again, enunciating each and every syllable. “ Pleeeaaaaseeee? You don’t have to pay a single dime! You don’t even have to see Dai-chan if you want to. Imayoshi-san will be there—you like him, right?”

You slant your eyes at her in suspicion, not buying anything she just told you. You just know that you will have to see Aomine sooner or later if you come with her to the onsen. 

“No man is ever worth that much headache, Satsuki.”

“Yeah,” she sighs, still shaking you ferociously. “But it’s Imayoshi-san!”

You decided to come along. Because of course you did.

It’s either that, or Satsuki pestering you for the rest of the month, bringing either Imayoshi or Aomine or whoever she thinks will get your attention.

And Imayoshi Shouichi? Sure. He’s hot as hell.

But is he worth dealing with Aomine?

You like to think not.

Satsuki dragged you along to a basketball team meeting—the one that would be discussing the practice trip and the whole onsen ordeal.

It wasn’t like you needed to be there at all. You know just a little more than the average person about basketball. All that you were preparing for the onsen was your clothes and deciding whether it’s you or Satsuki who should be bringing her hairdryer.

“Why me?” You said, crossing your arms when the attention of the entire basketball team was redirected towards you, and Imayoshi laughed. The only problem they were facing was convincing Aomine to come along.

And you were happy with not being the babysitter. You were happy with twiddling your skirt as you sat on the edge of the stage of the hall, scrolling down your social media timeline as the team argued on how to get that blue-haired freak into coming.

That was until Satsuki ruined your afternoon by offering up your name.

To your surprise, everyone in the team seemingly agreed almost immediately to offer you as a sacrificial lamb to feed Aomine’s ego and coax him to at least come to the trip.

“He likes you,” Wakamatsu scoffed when you asked why, and you glared at him, but said nothing. Out of respect, you guess, to the upperclassman. It’s not like you respect him, though. You’re on bad terms with a lot of the basketball team, but no matter your disagreements with Wakamatsu, you will never dislike him the way you loathe Aomine.

“He does have a soft spot for you,” Imaoyshi mused as he flashed you a smile—and lord , you cannot say no to Imayoshi. Especially when he’s being so nice.

You saw Satsuki smirking from the corner of your eyes and internally cursed her.

That was how you found yourself climbing the ladder leading to the rooftop. 

And that was how you found Aomine with one hand between his backpack and head, and the other holding an obscene magazine.

He doesn’t even spare you a single glance—probably thought you were another manager or even worse: Satsuki again. But the moment you open your mouth to call out to him, his head snaps in your direction, an eyebrow raised in amusement as he pushes himself to rest his body against his elbows.

“What are you doing here?”

You try not to let your rage spill. You try to keep the boiling water down. You close your eyes, take a deep breath, and continue to climb the ladder before approaching him.

Think rational, you think to yourself, he hadn’t even said anything yet.

“The Captain wants to see you,” you manage to say between your gritted teeth, staring down at him before looking away. Imayoshi didn’t ask you to make Aomine see him, but Aomine probably respects Imayoshi more than you, so you try to throw him under the bus just to get out of the situation quicker.

“Imayoshi-san?” He frowns before repeating his initial question: “What the fuck are you doing here?”

I want to punch him.

“You own this roof or something?”

“Calm down,” he scoffs, tilting his head before eyeing your body up and down. You shift your weight into your other leg, ignoring the uneasy feeling on the pit of your stomach. “I just wanted to know.”

Sighing, you glance up at the sunny sky, sweat starting to form on the base of your neck and you are dying to leave at that very moment. You shelter your eyes from the sunlight, despite finding it more appealing than Aomine’s face.

“We’re discussing the practice trip thing—whatever, and also the onsen trip,” you lazily explain, not bothering to hide your disinterest. “Imayoshi-senpai wants you to be present for the meeting. Obviously.”

You cannot fathom the fact that you were explaining his basic responsibilities as a club member to him. What a fucking child.

“You coming with us?”

His focus seems to be misplaced, and you glare at the sky, imagining it was his stupid face.

“I’m going with Satsuki,” you correct, still not willing to look at him. “I don’t give two shits about you or the basketball team.”

“Hey,” he sits up, wrapping his fingers around your wrist before tugging your body towards him. “Look at me when I’m talking to you.”

You scoff, finally letting your gazes meet before pulling your hand away. “Fuck off.”

He, in fact, does not fuck off.

Aomine pulls on your wrist again, this time hard enough for you to lose your balance and fall, your knees landing on the coarse floor as the bottom of your skirt rides up your thighs. The skin of your knees scraping against the gravelled surface and you curse, jerking your hand away only to immediately shove his shoulder.

“What the fuck is wrong with you!” You shriek, annoyed at how he remains unmoving even as you push him again.

He towers you, even when sitting, and keeps his eyes peering down at you.

Maybe it’s the heat that day; summer has just ended, but even the soft Autumn breeze cannot conceal the searing flare creeping up the skin of your cheeks. Aomine slants his eyes and grabs your wrist yet again—you weren’t quick enough to retract away from his athletic instincts, and so, you fall again when he pulls you in closer.

You hiss in pain as your knees drag more against the floor, desperate to find your balance only to grab on his shoulders.

“Hey,” He calls out to you, a lame attempt for your attention. “Look,” he says again, and your dumb ass looks.

He grabs the magazine on his lap and tautens the pages together, showing you the spread where he left off before you interrupted his peaceful afternoon. “(Y/N), remember Aya-chan?”

The girl that ruined your life?

How can you forget?

You cannot hide the distaste in your eyes as your eyes scan her beautiful, black hair falling against the sheer material of her white uniform top. The black lace bra she was wearing underneath is apparent as she pushes her two tits against each other, legs spread to reveal an equally seductive pattern on her panties.

Before you even realise, Aomine’s arm begins to wrap itself around your waist as he holds you up, fingers creeping up the side of your torso, tracing invisible lines before resting on one of your breasts. Your stomach begins to churn in excitement, embarrassingly enough, and you press your legs instinctively when the muscle between your thighs tighten as he continues fondling you.

You circle your arm around his neck under the pretence of keeping your balance.

“Mhmm…” He clicks his tongue, resting his face on the side of your upper arm—his nose touching the side of your tit as his hand palms your other one. “I feel like you’re no longer two sizes under Aya-chan. Maybe a size under? Maybe the same size?”

You grit your teeth. “You talk big. Have you ever seen her outside your magazine? She probably edits her photos.”

He grins, gaze shifting to drink in your frustration. “No, but you’re real, and I’m groping you right now. Isn’t that better?”

“Better than your pretty Aya-chan?”

Aomine raises an eyebrow, humming knowingly. You can’t even believe the word escaping your mouth.

“You have a cute side to you after all,” He muses after a short, mocking whistle. “What do you want me to say? Want me to tell you how much better you are than her?”

“Want you to shut the fuck up.”

“Calm down, tiger.” He laughs, pulling away from your arm. He tosses the magazine to the side, straightening his back to press a short kiss to the peak of your cheekbone. His hand begins to work; he slowly kneads your breast while continuously trailing kisses down to your ears. Your nipples brush against the fabric of your damned lace bra, and he stops for a moment only to tug on where your bud is protruding.

A whimper leaves your mouth.

“Excited are we?” He whispers, voice dropping lower as he presses his lips against your ears. “I like hearing you like that.”

��Shut up,” you run out of words, turning your head to the other side, exposing your neck to him. Which turns out to be a bad idea, as he takes it as a sign to sweep his tongue over the skin of your neck.

“A–Aomine—”

“God,” he chuckles. “Who would’ve guessed that you can be this sexy?”

He pulls away from your neck, and drags his hand from your tits to rub against your torso, feeling the material of your uniform. He presses one hand on the small of your back, pressing his forehead against yours. In a swift motion, he pulls on your body, drawing out a squeak as he lays you down against the concrete floor.

“What if…” he trails, rubbing a thumb under your eye as he hovers over rested body. Your cheeks sear with heat, alongside your chest and the pulsating on your cunt. “...I just fuck you right here?”

“W-what?” You whimper.

He laughs. “I’m hard as hell. You made me this way.”

“You were the one groping my tits!”

“You liked it,” he shrugs, pushing himself off of you, forcing both your legs open as he moves between them. His fingers begin to unbutton your uniform, unravelling the bra you are wearing underneath. Sucking in a deep breath, he stops midway down your torso, and without taking his eyes off your chest, he asks, “Want me to stop?”

Your cheeks flare, and you don’t answer him. You don;t even look at him.

He takes a quick glance at your expression.

“I’ll take that as a ‘no’.”

“...Whatever.”

A wide smirk forms on his face, fingers continuing to unbutton your uniform all the way down.

“Do me a favour and get up for a bit,” he murmurs, pressing one of his hands against your back once again to get you to sit up. The feeling of his palm against your bare skin sends you to shivers, coupled with the soft wind whistling between the two of you.

“What’re you—”

You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer as his fingers fumble with the hook of your bra. It took him two wrong moves before getting it right with the third—the fabric loosens around your body, and you pull him closer to conceal your humiliated expression.

“See,” Aomine chuckles after some awkward motion, tossing your stupid bra to the side when he finally gets it off. “You’re so pretty like this.”

“Shut up,” you groan, nails digging into his skin deeper and deeper.

He pulls himself away from your grip, taking a nice hold on your torso to pull your ass up his lap, letting you fall against the hard floor again.

“Goddamn,” he mutters, roaming his touches against your legs. His eyes cannot leave the heaves of your jugs.

“Stop fucking staring,” your hiss, trying to pull your uniform together, hiding your chest away from him.

Aomine scoffs, using one hand to unbuckle his pants. Your eyes travelled from his face to the loose button on his collar to the wet stain on the grey briefs around his hips to the bulge underneath them.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

He tilts his head at your question, furrowing his eyebrows as he takes his cock out from under his briefs. “Fucking you?”

The precum leaks from the tip of his cock, little drops of white strings rolling down his length. He pulls your hips closer to his body and presses it flat against your soaked panties.

He groans at the contact. Your warm slick welcomes him entirely as he presses more against the fabric, rubbing his tip along the length of your pussy.

“S’that feel good?” He whispers, hastily hooking his fingers on your panties, pulling it up your legs, then tossing it to go with your bra. He presses his arm on the side of your head, leaning into you again.

“Don’t put it in,” you whine, trying to hold back your hips from rolling. “You’re gonna get me pregnant.”

“You can’t say shit like that,” he groans against your neck. He positions the tip of his cock against your cunt, and even with your sopping lips, you aren’t sure if you are ready to accommodate his size at all. 

“You don’t want to be a teen dad,” you bite your lower lip, hand going to rub his neck.

“I wanna fuck you, though,” he breathes, using his thumb to run along your wet slit. “Wanna fuck you raw, wanna cum inside’a you.”

You tremble with his words, feeling two of his fingers now circling your pussy. “D— don’t be stupid.”

“You’re so fucking pretty,” he whispers, making your cunt wish it has something to tighten around. “D’you know how long I’ve been wanting to get you like this?”

He pushes himself off of you, and holds your wounded knees as he watches your chest heaves, heavy tits rolling with every staggered breath. He flips your skirt over, exposing even more of your cunt to the chill.

He rubs his length against your slick, his tip now pushing against your swelling clit. “I’d jack off and wonder if you were tighter than my fist,” he wraps his cock with his hand and places it again on your entrance, pushing in a slow, deliberate motion.

Between your drooping eyelids, you saw him inaudibly mutter a curse.

“Used to wanna fight Wakamatsu ‘cus he’d stuff this pussy all he wanted. Right?” He scoffs with a stupid, satisfied smile that you wish you could wipe off his face. “Shame that you broke it off, huh? Did he dump you when he realised how much of a whore you are?”

“Shut up…”

“Well, I don’t care. More fun for me.”

“Aomine—“

“Who else have you fucked in the basketball team?” He grunts. “In Touou?”

“Shut— shut the…”

You slap the back of your hand against your mouth—not willing at all to let him hear you be satisfied with his size—biting down on the flesh as he pushes his cock in. All of his cock in.

“Aomine—”

His cock is dragging against your wall, kissing every possible inch of your insides. Your hole continues to burn as he stretches you wide open, draining every last bit of energy from inside of you.

“ F-fuck…”

Your hand goes to fondle your own tit, rolling your hard nipple between your fingers, sloppily trying to garner more and more pleasure. His dick fills you more and more, stuffing you full, before finally stopping.

“Don’t act all reserved now,” he raises an eyebrow as you mewl out his name. He stays still for a moment, a bud of sweat rolling down his temple before pulling out of your homey cunt. “You don’t have to lie.”

Aomine bites his lips, letting his cock rest between your pussy lips. He sees the way they engulf his dick, moving his hips to rub against your core.

“Letting me fuck you on the school rooftop,” he murmurs, “where’s your fucking self-respect? Well, I wouldn’t be surprised if this isn’t your first time getting dicked down up here.”

Your eyes slant up at him, but he quickly shuts down any of your retaliation by pressing his thumb flat against your clit, slowly circling the nub. Your teeth press down hard on your bottom lips.

“We aren’t— we are not …” You babble, putting a thumb between your teeth to stop yourself from moaning, “...having sex.”

He scoffs, drinking in how your eyes roll with your head turned to the side.

“I was inside you just a moment ago.”

Filthy noise of his cock squelching against your cunt filled the air—if someone were to come after you, they would hear Aomine’s dick fucking your pussy lips.

“Fuck,”Aomine spits, pressing your legs tightly against each other then down on your lips.

“A-ah,” You gasp as he drills into your thighs, the tip of his cock rubbing quick and hard against your swollen clit. “Oh my God—”

“Are you cummin’?” He breathes, one hand reaching to roll your tit on his hand. “Fuck, baby,” he murmurs, and you whine at the nickname. He snickers, “You’re so sexy like this, y’know that?”

Your back arches, little whimpers of encouragement swallow your pride whole as you fall completely into him. Aomine grunts at the expression, seeing the lewd expression on your face. He picks up the pace, slamming his hips against your ass.

“M’gonna cum,” he hisses. “Fuck. Wish I could shoot my load into your tight little cunt.”

“Fuck it,” you manage to spit between your groans, “F-fuck it. Just— oh God, just don’t stop—”

Your words rile him up even more—he tightens his grip on your leg, his fingers bruising your fragile skin. Your head begins to spin. Your slam your fists against the ground and your mind numbing orgasm comes the moment strings of Aomine’s thick, white cum comes flying down your skirt and stomach.

“Shit,” he loosens the grip on your legs, letting them fall even with your still convulsing ass and core. His gaze stays on the tip of his dick, the white cum oozing from it, then to your face—your parted lips, dumb eyes, and the sweat dripping down the side of your head down your neck.

He feels himself getting harder as he watches your plump lips whine, wondering how they would wrap around his thick length, if the colour of your lipstick would stain the veins of his cock.

“You coming to the onsen trip?” Aomine tries to distract himself.

You roll over, blindly reaching out for the bra that he tossed God knows where.

“Fuck you.”

[madridfangirl]

Dichotomy

(Jude Bellingham Blurb)

Set post the Girona away game (24/25). Jude texts with his gf after the match.

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After the win, Jude skipped to the dressing room & found a message from his girlfriend.

'Riddle me something?'

He sat down in front of his locker & started typing.

'What? Also, no 'congrats' or 'you were amazing' or 'I'm proud of you'?'

'Congrats. You were amazing. I'm proud of you.'

'Gee thanks. Now, riddle you what?'

She sent him the two photos.

'How are these the same person? In a span of 5 mins? What is this dichotomy?'

'Erm what?'

'Like how do you go from barking orders on the pitch & dominating everyone (including your own teammates at times) to these toddler antics?'

'Toddler what?'

'You looked like my 3 year old nephew wrapped in those blankets asking for a cup of hot chocolate on a cold winter night.'

'Is that your way of saying I looked cute?'

'🤷‍♀️'

'IT WAS COLD AF! Like, you play half naked and tell me you don't need blankets after. Even my fingers were frozen.'

She could almost hear the whine even in his text.

'You even sound like my nephew now. Also, people would pay 10x the money to see you play half naked so stop being so dramatic.'

'Whatever.'

'Awww.'

'Don't do that.'

'You know what I do when my nephew throws tantrums like this?'

'What? Also, this ain't a tantrum.'

She refused to even address the second part of the sentence.

'I give him his favorite treats, snuggle with him under a cozy blanket, pamper him endlessly till he giggles and jumps on me happily.'

That got his attention.

'I won't mind that.'

' Yeah?'

'Yeah am hurt & cold & sad. Need some cheering up.'

'Sad? You just won the match AND the MOTM.'

'Those things can go together.'

'Ofcourse.'

'So I'll come to yours from the airport? Will be late in the night but....tomorrow is Sunday.'

'Yeah you can come.'

'Coool.'

5 seconds later he was typing again.

'Something was said about fav treats?'

'What do you want?'

'Hot chocolate. Some fries. And you.'

'Yes. Yes. And no.'

'?????'

'I'm on my period you loon.'

'Thought you were already done?'

'No it's still day 5.'

'Universe keeps conspiring against me.'

'Sure. Me having to go through this tremendous discomfort every month is universe conspiring against you.'

'Obviously.'

'Whatever.'

'Now who's being a kid?'

'Still you.'

'Seriously you're sure it's day 5?'

She could practically hear his whining ringing in her ear.

'I don't know how to answer that.'

'Fine.'

Jude packed up his bag & got on the team bus without taking a shower. The staff reminded him but he refused, saying he'd die if he goes near water right now. They just smiled back and let him be. But some teammates gave him some stick which he didn't give two hoots about.

What he did give two hoots about was being outmaneuvered by his girlfriend. Even against her he didn't like losing, not even remotely.

He sat in the back, watched the team celebrating upfront but refused to move (again, too cold). Pulling out his phone, he re-read the exchange and sent her a quick message.

'Riddle me this?'

Her curiosity was piqued.

'Yes?'

Jude went straight for the kill. Typing without gloves was an effort & he wanted to save energy.

'How come you like me all aggressive & dominant on the pitch but not in bed? What is this dichotomy?'

When she didn't respond for 30 seconds, he mock-teased.

'Earth to dove, you there?'

'You are...those things...in bed also.'

'Not enough.'

'So...what else would you...you know?'

'Naa would rather show you tomorrow night.'

'Maybe tell me a bit? So I can...wrap my head around it?'

'Telling is no fun. Doing is.'

'Judeee.'

It was her turn to whine. He smiled at the screen.

'I like it when you are a bit nervous & on edge. The sounds you make then>>>'

'You're insufferable. And shameless.'

'Sure. Getting on the flight in 5. See you in under 2 hours. Prepare the treats that are rightfully mine. Mwahhh.'

'BYE.'

'And dove?'

'What??'

'I love you.'

Just like that, all her irritation / nerves fizzled away. And she couldn't wait for him to come to her, so she could wrap him up in a blanket and spoil him silly.

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He deserves all the spoiling and pampering :)

Hope you liked it!

[doumadono]

hiiii Douma, I love your writing! I'll take a chance and submit a Sinful Sunday request (maybe my request will get some votes if I'm lucky ha!) - Boothill being seduced by Reader

Warnings: smut w/o plot, smut, cunnilingus, missionary, creampie, fem!reader, fingering, metal fingers & cock

A/N: this request got the highest number of votes during the third Sinful Sunday poll. Thank you to everyone who voted!

SINFUL SUNDAY OTHER FANDOMS

The dimly lit bar was the kind of place where secrets thrived, and tonight, you were ready to add one more to its repertoire. You sauntered in, your eyes scanning the room until they landed on him — Boothill. 

His rugged features were softened by the dim lighting and the swirling smoke that lazily danced around him. 

You felt a pull, an irresistible urge to get closer. As you approached, your heart pounded, but you steadied yourself, exuding confidence. You slid onto the barstool next to him, your thigh brushing his ever so slightly.

He glanced your way, a curious glint in his eye. 

"Evening," you said, your voice smooth and inviting.

Boothill tipped his hat. "Evening, ma'am," he replied, his voice a low, gravelly timbre. There was a polite distance in his tone, but something in his eyes told you he was intrigued.

"You look like you could use some company," you continued, leaning in just a bit closer, letting your shoulder brush lightly against his.

He raised an eyebrow, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "Well, I reckon I ain't opposed to some pleasant conversation."

You smiled, your gaze locking with his. "What brings a man like you to a place like this?"

He chuckled softly. "Just passin' through, same as always. Got business here and there, people to see. And you, ma’am?"

"I'm here for the same reason," you replied, your voice dropping to a sultry whisper. "Though I think I've found something far more interesting than what I was looking for."

Boothill's eyes narrowed slightly, a playful glint in them. "Is that right? And what might that be?"

You let your fingers trail lightly over the rim of your glass, your touch tantalizing. "Someone who stands out in a crowd. Someone unique."

His smile widened. "Well, ain't you a charmer? Not often someone calls me unique in a good way."

"I mean it," you said earnestly. "There's something about you, Boothill. Something... irresistible."

Boothill's eyes narrowed further, a spark of curiosity igniting in them. "How do you know my name, ma’am?" he asked, his voice tinted with suspicion.

You leaned in a bit closer, your lips curling into a mysterious smile. "Word travels fast around here," you replied, your voice smooth and confident. "A man like you tends to leave an impression wherever he goes."

Boothill raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. "I suppose I can't argue with that. But it makes me wonder what else you might know about me."

You let your fingers graze his arm. "Just enough to be intrigued," you said, your voice dropping to a sultry whisper. "And eager to learn more." You moved your hand down back on his muscular thigh.

Boothill's breath hitched, his eyes darkening. "Well, well," he murmured, his hand covering yours, pressing it against his thigh. The cyborg chuckled, a deep, resonant sound that sent shivers down your spine. "You're quite somethin', you know that?" He said, his eyes sparkling. "Ain't often I meet someone who can keep me on my toes like this."

You smiled. "I can also be quite... diverting," you whispered, your fingers tracing slow, lazy circles on his leg.

Boothill's breath hitched, his eyes darkening with desire. "Is that so?"

"Why don't we find somewhere more... private, and I'll show you?" you suggested, your voice dripping with promise.

He stood, pulling you up with him, his grip firm and possessive. "Lead the way," he growled, his eyes never leaving yours.

The night was just beginning, and you couldn't wait to see where it led.

The tension between you crackled, each step heightening the anticipation. 

You led him to your quarters, your heart racing with anticipation. As the door slided shut behind you, you wasted no time in pressing your body against his, your lips seeking his in a passionate kiss. 

He responded  eagerly, his tongue dancing with yours as your hands roamed over his chest, feeling the hard muscles beneath his shirt. After the kiss, his keen eyes scanned the room before settling back on you. "Mighty cozy, darlin'."

You smiled, a slow, seductive curve of your lips. "Just the right kind of place for what I have in mind."

Boothill's eyes darkened with desire as he stepped closer, his hands coming to rest on your waist. "And what would that be, cutie?"

You reached up, sliding your hands around his neck, pulling him down until your lips were just a breath away from his. "Why don't you find out, cowboy?" you whispered seductively.

Boothill needed no further encouragement. He captured your lips with his, the kiss searing and demanding. 

You responded eagerly, your hands tangling in his long hair as you pressed yourself against him. 

His hands roamed your body, exploring the curves and planes with a desperate hunger. 

You shivered under his touch, your own hands tracing the hard lines of his cybernetic enhancements. The contrast between metal and flesh was intoxicating, a reminder of the unique being that was Boothill. 

A mischievous thought crossed your mind, and you decided to act on it.

Slowly, you turned around in his arms, your movements deliberate and seductive. As you shifted, your back pressed against his chest, your curves fitting perfectly against the hard planes of his body. You felt his arm tighten around your waist, a subtle acknowledgment of your actions.

Boothill’s breath hitched as you started to grind your ass against his crotch, your movements slow and teasing. The friction was tantalizing, a promise of the pleasure to come. You could feel the hardening length of him against you.

He groaned softly, his hand sliding down to grip your hip, guiding your movements. His lips found your nape, pressing a series of hot, open-mouthed kisses to your skin. Each kiss sent shivers down your spine, the sensation electrifying.

“You’re playin’ a dangerous game,” he murmured against your skin, his voice rough with desire.

You smiled, your hips rolling against him in a slow, deliberate rhythm. “I like living dangerously,” you replied, your voice breathy with anticipation.

Boothill’s hand slid from your hip to your belly, pulling you even closer. His kisses became more urgent, more insistent, as he peppered your nape with affection. His lips traveled up to your ear, his tongue flicking out to tease the sensitive skin.

You moaned softly, your movements becoming more urgent as you ground your ass against his crotch.The feel of his lips on your neck, combined with the pressure of his hardening cock against your ass, drove you wild. You reached behind you, your hand tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. “I want you,” you whispered, your voice a plea.

His response was immediate, his grip on you tightening. “You’ve got me,” he growled, his voice low and filled with promise. His hands gripped your hips, pulling you closer against him. 

You resumed your grinding, the sensation even more intense.

Boothill’s hand slid down between your legs, right under your dress, his fingers finding your pussy, unclothed and eager. “Look at you, sweetheart, such a naughty girl you are.” He teased you with slow, deliberate pets, his other hand tangling in your hair, pulling your head back to expose your neck. His lips returned to your nape, and he trailed your pulse point with the tip of his tongue.

The combination of his touch and his kisses drove you wild. You ground against him with renewed urgency, your body begging for release. 

"This is what you wanted, isn't it?" Boothill asked, and you found yourself nodding again in thoughtless compliance. His cold, metal fingers slid into the slick channel between your labia and began to push their way inside your tight, soaking cunt. Boothill’s cold, metal fingers moved with expert precision, driving you higher, pushing you closer to the edge. He took his time to finger your pussy. “You’re so fudgin’ wet,” he murmured against your skin, his voice rough with desire. “I can feel how much you want this.” Boothill’s thumb found your clit, circling it with deliberate strokes that had you gasping. 

You were bucking your hips up against his cold, thrusting hand and squeezing your own nipples until the tingling was almost painful. 

With a final, precise flick of his thumb and a deep thrust of his fingers, he sent you over the edge. You shattered in his arms, a cry of pleasure escaping your lips. Your body convulsed, waves of ecstasy crashing over you as Boothill continued to guide you through your orgasm. Even as you came, you knew you would need to cum again soon.

His lips trailed soft, soothing kisses along your neck and shoulder, grounding you as you came back to yourself.

“There,” you pointed your head to another door on the side of the chamber.

Boothill's grin was wicked as he swept you into his arms, carrying you with ease to the adjoining room. He put you down next to the bed, and groaned into your mouth as you nibbled on his bottom lip, your fingers tracing a path down his stomach to the waistband of his pants. 

You deftly unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, letting them fall to the floor. His cock was already hard and sprung up after being freed, and you couldn’t resist giving it a teasing squeeze.

He unzipped your dress and let it fall to the floor, leaving you in your lacy bra. Boothill groaned appreciatively as he took in the sight of you, his hands cupping your breasts and teasing your nipples through the fabric.

You moaned and arched your back, your hands reaching behind you to unclasp your bra. 

He took over, freeing your breasts and taking one in his mouth, sucking and licking your nipple until you're writhing with pleasure. He then laid you gently on the bed, his eyes devouring the sight of you sprawled out before him. "You're a sight to behold, sugar," he murmured, his voice thick with desire.

You reached up, tugging him down to you. 

With a growl, Boothill claimed your lips again, his hands working to divest you of your dress.

You reciprocated, eager to feel the chill of his metal body against yours. 

The cool metal of his enhancements contrasted sharply with the warmth of your flesh, heightening every touch, every caress.

Boothill's lips trailed down your neck, nipping and kissing. 

You arched into him, your hands clutching at his shoulders, urging him on. 

His mouth found your collarbone, then your breasts, lavishing attention on each peak until you were writhing beneath him.

"Boothill," you moaned, the sound of his name on your lips spurring him on.

He moved lower, his lips and hands mapping every inch of your body, worshiping you with a reverence that left you breathless. 

When he finally settled between your parted thighs, you gasped, your hands fisting in the sheets. "You're such a tease, Boothill," you managed to say, your voice trembling with anticipation.

He kissed and licked his way down your stomach until he reached your wet folds. He teased you with his tongue, licking and sucking your clit until you were crying out with pleasure. He looked up, his eyes blazing. "Only for you, darlin'." He quickly snaked out his tongue, swiping it at your pussy lips, making contact with your swollen clit, causing you to involuntarily jerk and shriek. Then he put his flexed tongue inside your tiny vagina, swirling around your opening, inhaling the scent of your drenched cunt and tasting your sweet nectar. His cold hands roamed over the soft skin of your thighs, your stomach and your breasts. 

Due to being overstimulated already, you cried out his name, your body arching off the bed as you found your second release, shuddering with the intensity of it.

Boothill crawled back up your body, capturing your lips in a searing kiss. "You taste like heaven, sugar," he murmured against your lips.

You smiled, tasting yourself on his lips and tongue, your hands sliding down to grasp his metal cock, guiding him to where you wanted him most. "Then come join me in paradise."

The slit of your vulva was glistening with moisture from your arousal as he rubbed the head of  his metal cock against it.

He easily slid into you, a groan escaping his lips as he did. 

You squeezed his cock in your tiny cunt, your muscles working on the shaft of his dick, making him groan with every thrust he made.

Boothill kissed you and you wrapped your arms and legs around him. He marveled at seeing every feature of your beautiful body. Your pussy lips were swollen and glistening with your juices. Your clit was standing tall and brushing against his cock as he fucked you hard. He pounded into you, increasing his pace, growling like an animal. 

You responded to his forcefulness, rolling your hips to meet all of his thrusts. You clung to him, your bodies moving in perfect sync. Each thrust sent you spiraling higher, the pleasure almost too much to bear. "Boothill," you gasped, your nails raking down his metal back.

Boothill’s cock shone with your slick juices as it moved in and out of your needy hole.  "Darlin'," he growled, his pace quickening. "You're gonna be the death of me."

You smiled, your lips finding his ear. "Then die happy, cowboy."

With a final, powerful thrust, you both shattered, the pleasure crashing over you in waves. 

He exploded inside you, flooding your insides with his surprisingly warm, oleaginous seed. “Holy… Oh, yeah, take it, take it,” the cowboy growled lowly, spilling all of his cum deep within you.

You rested your weight on your elbows, looking directly between your parted legs. Your cheeks flushed harder as you saw a bit of his semen dripping out around his cock that still stuffed into your cunny that was convulsively clumping down on his iron shaft. “Fuck, oh God…. Oh God!” you whined, biting your lower lip and rolling your head back.

Boothill pulled out of you slowly, rolled to the side, pulling you with him so you were nestled against his cold, metallic chest. "That was fudgin’ amazing, cutie," he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction.

You smiled, tracing lazy circles on his chest. "It certainly was, Boothill. And there's plenty more where that came from."

"Hey, sweetheart," Boothill murmured, his breath still heavy from your passionate encounter. "I realize I never caught your name. Mind sharing it with me?"

With a smirk, you cockily responded, "Maybe, if you're a good boy and earn the prize, I'll consider telling you."

[strawberryhenisey]

Do you think you'd kill for me one day?

Asking hsr men if they'd kill for you pt.1

Sunday 🪽

You saw a trend on TikTok where people will use the audio to see if their s/o will kill for them one day

You want to do the trend with him honestly

You hesitated to ask him when you saw the trend because you think he'd be busy

You got curious as to what Sunday will answer

So you asked him because he loves you after all

"It depends, if it's for the better then I will not hesitate to kill someone" Sunday says while smiling

You two did a TikTok as Robin was the one to first repost supportive sister in law fr

Ratio 🤓

You were looking for a thirst trap song in TikTok and found the sound

You loved the lyrics and the vibes

Then you suddenly stopped and asked yourself if your smart boyfriend would kill someone for you

You were hesitant to ask him

But you were curious so you asked him

You were trembling because he might do a 7 hours lecture with your one simple question

"Absolutely not, I don't wanna get arrested because of something illegal" Ratio said so casually

He actually was serious that he won't kill someone for you because he ain't wanna deal with lots of tough shit bro

Aventurine ♠️

He was actually the one who asked you the question

He was scrolling through TikTok and saw the trend

He was giddy and went to you

Because he's your beloved lover of course he's expecting a yes

If you said no, bro's gonna sulk fo' a week🙏

"Do you think you'd kill for me one day?" he asked

You are the one in charge of answering his question... Although he'd be content about either of your answer after all he's only worth sixty Tanba

Thank you for reading 💕

ALSO SORRY FOR AVEN IN THE END I'M JUST JOKING I WANNA GIVE ANGST, please invite me to yall's aventurine themed birthday party😔🙏 I'm sorry gangggg😭

[13thdoctorplease]

why ruby sunday is the doctor and rivers daughter (list made so i can laugh about it when turns out river is not her mom and im just delusional)

(R)uby (S)unday and (R)iver (S)ong. for me that's already enough tbh

ruby was born on christmas eve and river last episode was a christmas especial

maestro said ruby has a SONG in her soul. that's such a powerful word choice like we i also have a song in my soul and her name is river

everything this season is centered around family what could be better than literally husband wife and daughter??

the Doctor mentioned writing a journal in boom

still in boom the little girl said "he's dead, not gone" about her father and you know who else is dead but not gone? that's right river song is still there in that damn library her soul is ALIVE

the doctor mentioned his granddaughter for the first time something in ruby makes him feel nostalgic about family AND he said "dad to dad, dust to dust", his kids are long gone so why bring that up now? BECAUSE RUBY IS HIS CHILD AND HE KNOWS THAT DEEP IN HIS HEARTS

ruby is messing with time and you can't tell me I'm wrong bbgirl literally be making it snow out of nowhere and changing the Doctor's memories. she's a child of the time JUST LIKE HER MOM RIVER SONG WHOS A CHILD OF THE TARDIS HALF HUMAN HALF TIME LORD

for formal reasons I make it clear this is a joke and I'm not stupid I know River is not coming back but brooo ain't i free to dream?

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for telling I'll bite my grandmother next time they comment on my weight?

Me (23yo Transmasc) live with some roommates and away from my family because they're transphobic (still deadname me, still misgender me). It isn't easy but it's better for all of us.

Recently, I gained a lot of weight because of a psych med I am taking, about 45lbs, so now I am 200lbs on 5'2" and I absolutely have no money to go to a gym and no time to wake up since I work 44hrs/week in a job I already walk a lot and lift a lot of weight. My food intake was the same, doctor said yes, it was the meds making me gain weight and I am like okay, I always wanted to be a bear anyways and instead of wallowing in despair I bought new, bigger clothing that made me feel better.

Last week, though, my family invited me for a sunday lunch, and I went because I really like my siblings. Going there, my grandparents and uncles were there, and my grandmother and mother immediately noticed my weight gain and made the Face™ and asked me what happened. I told them that i gained weight due to a med. They've always been weightwatchers for free for me and would criticize me to the slightly more i would get fatter and praise me to the hell and back when I lost weight, so I am already defensive of what they'll say next and noticing the dirty looks they're giving me for using XXL clothing and having a double chin.

As I am serving a glass of soda for me (it was ALL that was there to drink and I ain't eating food dry) though, my grandma points at it and makes an inflating motion. I then snap at her and tell the next comment on my weight, I'll bite her. She backs off saying she's only worried for my health and I tell her no she isn't, because she praised me the time I got pancreatitis and got down to 165lbs and barely could stand up. (Pancreatitis made me throw up everything I ate for four days and I was hospitalized, losing a shitton of weight in the process), if she did care she would be worried that time. My mom tried to intervene and tell me that i was probably being just lazy to gain all that weight and it's not even the meds. I snap and tell I am also going to bite her next time she comments on my weight. Both women back off and let me have my goddamn lunch in peace, and I leave pretry early from there. When I get home there's a text from my uncle telling me to try to understand his mother's side and that she only wants the best for me and I should forgive her slip ups, and I tell him that I am not forgiving that and they can have their shitty family lunches without me if I will be criticized everytime i eat or drink in front of them. AITA?

[maretinelli]

CAPTAIN HEART

Ollie Bearman X player!fem!reader

Summary: When the GP is in Australia, Oscar and Lily drag their friends to watch their best friend's handball game, Ollie is initially not so excited, but as soon as he sees the team captain enter the court, things start to get interesting.

Words: 6.5K+

Warnings: Female reader (always in my stories), lots of mention of handball game, Ollie a bit boring at the beginning haha, cute (??), extroverted protagonist (LIKE, VERY), swear words, Blood, bruise on the nose.

Author: English is not my first language, so sorry for any mistakes that may be there. And then, I love handball, I was a player for about 6 years and then I had to stop the day I had an injury and almost broke my foot, so, yeah, I needed to write this to make up for the lack of a game. 😭

MASTERLIST

CHAPTERS: CAPTAIN HEART

Thursday, Melbourne. One day before Formula 1 practice began for Sunday's Grand Prix. Oscar and Lily were excited that race day had finally arrived in Australia, and since the drivers had arrived a day before it all started, they were given the day off by the teams.

Y/n had told her best friend that her team's next game would be almost on the weekend of the GP and in Melbourne, Lily excitedly told Oscar and asked him to invite some of his F1 friends to go with them to watch her best friend's handball game - theirs in fact -

Lily met Y/n in kindergarten and Oscar was her neighbor before he moved away to run. They spent every year and last year of school together.

And let's say Y/n was also the cupid to bring these two together.

Now, Oscar, Lily, Kimi, Lando and Ollie were arriving at the game's gym. Everyone was excited. Well, except Ollie, he hadn't said he was going, but he also didn't refuse the offer to leave the hotel room. Let's just say he was quiet, without any expression of excitement, unlike the other pilots and the excited Lily of the group. who was the most excited person

"Do you remember when Y/n scored that goal in the school championship?" Lily commented, laughing. "She dragged us to the court for a week, forcing me to practice passing with her!" Piastri's girlfriend tells one of Y/n's stories to the three pilots who came together, as they walked through the parking lot to get to the gym.

"I've never seen Lily so excited!" Lando comments, making them laugh. And Ollie just smirks. "She's always so quiet in the F1 pits."

Ollie really didn't expect that those hours he would spend on a court, watching a game he didn't know the rules for, would change his life. But it would, it really would. And for the better.

"You ain't seen nothing yet!" Oscar chuckles, hugging his girlfriend sideways as they enter the gym.

Ollie adjusted his cap for the third time since they left the hotel. He hadn't said a word since they got in the car. Lando nudged Oscar with a small smile, but Oscar just shook his head with a smile, as if to say 'leave him alone'.

Lily, as her best friend's number one fan, kindly asked the drivers to wear an accessory that matched the color of her team's uniform. She was the one who took it the most seriously, wearing a pink dress that was exactly the color of her best friend's uniform and white sneakers.

The gym was packed, filled with fans wearing the team colors. Banners hung on the walls extolling the team names and the sound of chatter and cheering laughter created a constant buzz. DJ Agostino's 'Another Way' played over the courtside speakers before the game actually started.

Lily and the group stopped as soon as they entered, looking around to try to locate five free seats which seemed like a mission. The sea of ​​people made the task more complicated than it seemed.

"This is more crowded than the Monaco paddock!!" Lando says loudly so his voice can be heard above the sound, as he looks at the stands.

Ollie adjusts the white cap he was wearing, as he looks at all the crowd. "Wow!" He whispers, scared by so many people. He didn't expect so many people to come.

Kimi looks at him and just smiles, before looking back down at the court.

Downstairs, the teams were already on the court warming up. Y/n's team wore a gradient uniform that went from pink to purple, vibrant and striking under the gym lights. The opposing team, in dark green, was also focused.

"Hey, I found five spots!!" Lily says loudly, dragging Oscar by the hand and the rest following behind.

"Has the game started yet?" Kimi asks curiously, watching the teams on the court warming up. He definitely doesn't know much about this sport.

"No," Oscar says gently. "Lily wouldn't let us be late to Y/n's game."

Y/n. Ollie repeated the name in his head. First time he had heard the name of 'Lily's friend who plays handball'. It was a beautiful name, he thought.

They laugh at Piastri's comment.

The seats Lily had gotten were high up, but above the teams' bench and where the coaches sat. A great view of the game.

"Hey Lily, do I still have a chance with Y/n?" Lando asks smiling, leaning in to see Oscar's girlfriend's face. While Oscar himself laughed at Norris's question.

His question also caught Ollie's attention. He didn't know the girl and he wasn't really interested in going to that game either, but the boredom of staying at the hotel wasn't an option. Bearman leaned in, trying to hear Lily's answer.

The question made Lily laugh out loud, catching the attention of some people around, but they paid no attention. "Lando, do you remember what happened the last time you tried that? She was so polite in refusing, it almost made me feel sorry for you."

Lando just shrugged, laughing. "I like to think she was having a rough day."

Ollie leaned back in the chair next to Lando, feeling his heart beat slower than it had before Lily's answer.

"Which one is the famous Y/n?" Kimi asks, looking at both teams.

"That one with her hands on her hips. Tall with the bracelet on her left arm" Lando points and Kimi spots it.

"Oh, right!" He says gently, leaning back in his chair.

Ollie took the opportunity to take a look too. And wow, what a breathtaking girl!! It was nothing like he imagined, it was trillions of times more charming than normal.

Y/n was in the center of the court, with her hair tied in two symmetrical braids and her uniform impeccable. She wore a captain's bracelet on her right arm, standing out from the rest of the team, her white socks were lined up below her knees, combined with her white Asics too, she wore black shorts and the team's shirt. From pink to goho.

Ollie understood Lily's excitement. The girl downstairs was definitely worth sitting there for an hour watching the game.

At that moment, she was talking to a teammate, while other players were stretching and exchanging passes. She was pointing at something on the floor of the court, while making signs back and forth, as if she were simulating something.

"Is she Italian? She gestures her hands a lot while she talks" Kimi jokes, making them laugh. Even Ollie, who was now enjoying the idea of being there.

"No, she's Australian. But I think her grandparents came from Italy," Lily says smiling.

"It's explained" Kimi said.

With that, turning their gaze to the court, they see the goalkeeper of Y/n's team throwing a ball at her, catching her off guard.

But Y/n caught the ball and bounced it on the ground with precision, each movement coordinated and graceful. When she started running, it was as if her feet barely touched the ground, and the final throw was so fast and strong that even the net seemed to struggle to keep the ball in the goal. Ollie was amazed. He knew pilots needed quick reflexes, but this... this was on another level.

Lily clapped happily, while Oscar did the same for his friend, but not as excitedly as his girlfriend.

Ollie's eyes widen as the ball goes over the net. He looks at his F1 teammates. "Wow, what kind of power is that?" He says.

Lando discreetly looks at Oscar and wiggles his eyebrows up and down, Oscar holds back a laugh. It seems Bearman became interested in the game as soon as he saw Y/n.

"Did you see?" Lily says excitedly. "Modesty aside. But she's the best of both teams!" She gestures with her hands and they laugh at the blonde girl's excitement.

When Ollie looks back at the court, the player is thanking a fan of the opposing team who got the ball for her.

She bounced the ball on the ground as she walked around the court and looked at the stands, when she saw Lily and the boys there, she smiled sweetly and waved at them. Lily, Oscar and Lando who knew her, waved and smiled in return, while Kimi smiled gently and Ollie was paralyzed.

Bearman was silent, his eyes fixed on Y/n. As if, at that moment, something had changed inside him. He found himself completely captured by her, without knowing exactly how or why.

Y/n points to her shirt, and then to them, making a heart. Which of course, was directed at her best friend in the stands, as if to say she liked the idea of them wearing her team's colors.

Oscar was wearing a dark pink t-shirt and black pants, Lily, as mentioned, was wearing a pink and white dress, Lando had nothing, so he bought a pair of pink party glasses and some purple carnival scarves that were around his neck. Kimi had coincidentally brought a pair of baby pink denim shorts for the trip and wore them. Bearman, on the other hand, was wearing neutral clothes, but he was wearing sneakers with purple and pink details.

Now, he really wished he had come with more of her team colors. He felt captured.

When Y/n looked in Ollie's direction, he felt his heart beat faster, as if that second had lasted an eternity. Her smile completely disarmed him, and when she turned back to the team, he continued to stare, as if he couldn't look away.

The whistle blew loudly, echoing throughout the gym, signaling that the warm-up was over. The two teams gathered on their respective benches to organize themselves for the game.

Y/n, with the captain's bracelet firmly on her arm, walked towards the technician, who was next to the bench with the clipboard in her hands.

They chatted quickly, with Y/n nodding positively, while the girl applied a game-specific glue to her fingertips.

"What's that thing she put on her fingers?" Ollie asks, looking to Lily for answers.

"Handball glue. To help you hold the ball better in your hands." She says and he nods. "It's really hard to get off afterwards. Personal experience." Lily laughs.

"There was this one time I accidentally passed in gym class in high school and it stuck to my clothes. I had to soak my shirt for like two weeks," Oscar says and they laugh.

Down below, Y/n smiled at something the technician said. It was a smile full of confidence, the kind of smile that made it clear she knew exactly what needed to be done.

Y/n's team was a few points ahead in the championship, but they needed to win this game to qualify for the finals.

The captain returned to the group, leading a synchronized clap with the team, clapping her hands in the center of the circle while cheering happily. The fans of their team cheered loudly. Since the game was at home, Y/n's team had more fans present and the gym was more pink than the green of the opponents.

Lily screamed loudly, standing up and clapping her hands. Oscar smiles and claps, while Lando blows a horn, getting their attention.

"Where did you get it from?" Lily asks excitedly.

"I brought it. And two!!" Lando smiles and Lily takes one and starts blowing. Oscar laughs at his girlfriend's excited manner.

The two teams headed to the center of the court for their initial handshakes. Y/n was the first in line, extending her hand with a confident smile to the opposing players, while the rest of the team followed suit. The energy on the court was electric.

As Y/n's team took up position, she took her place in the center, ball in hand. The whistle blew again, and the game began. With a quick pass to the sideline, she moved nimbly, calculating each move. The opposing team formed a solid barrier in defense, but Y/n's team seemed ready to break it right away.

In the stands, the tension and excitement were palpable. Lily was now sitting up straight in her chair watching the game.

"She loves it, doesn't she?" Oscar commented, watching his best friend run down the court.

"Absolutely!" Lily replied, her eyes still fixed on the player. "Y/n was born to be there. Did you see how she lit up when the team cheered along with her? That's her place."

"I didn't think handball was such an exciting and tense game," Kimi comments, watching the game with a smile.

Lando agrees.

Ollie, on the other hand, was quieter. He barely blinked as he followed Y/n's every move. It was fascinating to watch the way she moved with determination, as if the court was an extension of herself. With every pass, every shot, she commanded the team with a presence that left no doubt that she was the leader there.

He couldn't stop smiling when she fought with a teammate, when they missed a pass to her. Y/n was definitely the stressed one on the court.

When Y/n opened the scoring with the first goal - a shot into the right corner of the net, the gym erupted in cheers and applause. Lily screamed so loudly that it made Lando and Oscar laugh.

The opposing team tried to reorganize, but the pressure Y/n put on the defense seemed unbreakable.

Kimi clapped her hands and Ollie, without realizing it, smiled along. It was impossible not to be infected by the energy.

"She's amazing, isn't she?" Lily asked to no one in particular, still clapping her hands.

"Amazing is an understatement," Ollie replied quietly, but loud enough for Lando to hear.

"You're more involved than I thought you would be," Lando commented, with a smirk.

Ollie shook his head, trying to hide it. "I just... I've never seen anything like it. It's impressive."

Lando waggles his eyebrows and smiles, turning to watch the game.

With each point scored by Y/n's team, the stands cheered, and Lily almost fell out of her seat with excitement. Even Oscar, usually more restrained, celebrated with applause and shouts. Lando was already completely in the mood, shouting along with the fans, while Kimi watched everything with a discreet smile.

Ollie, however, seemed trapped in a trance, barely noticing the passing of time. He didn't know exactly what was happening, but one thing was clear: that girl on the court had captured his attention in a way he never imagined. And he knew that this afternoon wouldn't just be about watching a game; it was the beginning of something much bigger.

The whistle blew after 20 minutes, signaling that the first half was over. The referee collects the ball and the players walk to their team benches.

Y/n, apparently very tired, leans on her knees in the middle of the court and sighs deeply, standing up and looking at the scoreboard. Her team was three goals ahead, but Y/n knew that they were capable of increasing that difference.

One of her teammates walks past Y/n and puts a hand on her back, smiling and saying something.

Y/n walked over to the team's bench, below where the group was sitting. She wiped the sweat from her forehead, while listening to the coach strategizing with the group and opened a bottle. When she put it in her mouth, she noticed that the bottle was empty.

She looks around, looking for any full ones. But they were all empty. Y/n turns to the bleachers and walks a few steps until she stands on the net and looks at Lily.

The player shakes the bottle upside down and shouts, "Water!!" As if asking if Lily had any.

Lily understood and then began to search through the backpack that Oscar had brought, and found a full and cold bottle. Before she could get up and hand it to her best friend, Lando leaned over and held his arm for Lily to sit down. Oscar and the girl frowned in confusion.

Y/n wasn't looking, she was focused on the coach's speeches, while holding the net and leaning on the bars.

"Wait, sit down. Let Ollie take it."

Lily frowned. "Why?"

Oscar, curious, also asked: "Yeah, why him?"

Lando looked towards Ollie, who was talking calmly with Kimi, and smiled mischievously.

"Did you see how he was watching the game? He barely blinked. And we could tell at first how he didn't want to be here. I'm pretty sure he finds Y/n attractive, to be so focused on the game that he didn't want to come. And now I want to see how he'll react having his first contact with her." Lando explains and Oscar raises his eyebrows liking the idea.

Piastri and Lily exchanged glances, holding back their laughter, and soon agreed.

"Okay, that makes sense. Let's see how he does," Oscar said, trying not to laugh out loud.

"That's it then. Let's put the boy on the front lines." Lily joked, handing the bottle to Lando.

Lando leaned over to Ollie and got his attention. "Hey, Ollie, do me a favor? Take this water down to Yin."

Ollie looked at the bottle in confusion and then at Lando. "Me?"

"Yes, you're closer to the stairs and she's asking. Go there," Oscar encouraged, nodding in Y/n's direction.

With that, Y/n turns to see if Lily was bringing the water, but she only sees Lando pass the bottle to a tall, dark-haired boy who was with them and who was closer to the stairs. The one she had found attractive as soon as she saw the group sit on the bleachers.

Ollie grabbed the bottle and started down the stairs. His heart beat faster with each step, and he tried to appear as calm as possible, but he could feel the eyes of the group all on his back.

Meanwhile, the group upstairs told Kimi about their plan, who smiled lovingly at the idea. She knew Bearman well enough to know when he was into someone. He told the group this, and they smiled victoriously.

Now Y/n just had to get interested too. Lily would be in the know about that.

Y/n, who was still holding the net and leaning against the iron that separated the stands, noticed Ollie approaching. When she saw him with the bottle in his hand, she gave him a warm smile, adjusting her posture to welcome him.

"Thank you! You saved my life," Y/n said with a smile, and Ollie noticed how soft but sure her voice was, something he hadn't noticed while watching her play.

Ollie felt his face heat up. Her smile was even more beautiful up close, and he couldn't help but smile a little as he said, "No problem. Good game, by the way. You're killing it out there."

"Thanks! There's still a lot of play left, but we'll try," Y/n replied with a confident smile, opening the bottle and taking a sip. "I like your sneakers," she commented, pointing with her chin. "They match the team colors." Y/n smiled and handed the now empty bottle back to him.

He smiles and looks at his feet. "Yeah, Lily came up with the idea of coming in team colors. I didn't have anything pink or purple in my closet, but my sneakers saved it" Ollie laughs and Y/n smiles, before saying goodbye with a wave and returning to the room. team.

As he walked up the stairs, he tried to hide his smile, but he couldn't.

"What's up?" Lando asked as soon as Ollie returned to his seat.

He can't hide his smile and the group notices. "She's... nice" he smiles and walks past them, until he sits back down in the chair he was in.

"Nice?" Kimi laughed, crossing her arms. "From the way you came back, it looks like she proposed to you."

Meanwhile, on the court, Y/n looked up at the stands and saw the whole group laughing. She smiled to herself, shaking her head, wondering if they had something to do with it.

"Yeah, he really did come back with a silly smile on his face," Lily says, giggling.

"Didn't I tell you?" Lando smiles and spreads his hands.

"We should get them together," Oscar gives the idea. "Y/n is still single, right?"

Lily nods, liking the idea.

"And if it's not, we'll find a way!" Lando comments and they laugh, soon hearing the second half whistle.

Kimi, who had been watching everything, let out a small laugh. "You guys are terrible... but this will be fun to watch."

The second half began with Y/n's team dominating the court. The movement was intense, with fast and precise plays. Y/n seemed to be in tune with the team, leading most of the attacks.

But one thing was for sure, Y/n could be kind off the court, but on the court, she didn't take insults.

"DO YOU WANT TO TAKE ME WITH YOU?" Y/n shouts at a player from the rival team, when the opponent scores a goal and the girl bumps into the captain.

A teammate pulls Y/n away so she doesn't fight, while the group in the stands smiles at the girl's stress.

Goals came frequently, and the fans reacted to each point won and Y/n's team had increased their goal advantage.

"Did you see her control on that play? It was incredible," Oscar commented, impressed.

"No wonder she's the star of the team," Lily added with a proud smile, but already noticing Y/n's intense pace.

Ollie made a few comments, but was quiet, now with a smile on his face. Looking forward to watching all her games from now on.

A few minutes later, halfway through the second half, the score was 34-30, somehow the dark green team had managed to catch their breath and score goals, making Y/n's team a little shaken, but not giving up.

Y/n's team was on the counterattack, and the girl was free near the opponent's goal, asking for the ball so she could score. She received a high and quick pass. But, before she could react, the ball came with force and hit her face directly.

The impact was strong. Y/n fell to the ground, holding her face with both hands, while the entire court went silent.

"Holy crap, is she okay?!" Lando stood up immediately, worried.

Oscar leaned forward worriedly, trying to get a better look. "It looks like it was strong... Very strong."

Ollie stood frozen, the expression of concern clear on his face. "She's on the ground. Why isn't anyone coming to help?!"

On the court, Y/n's teammates quickly surrounded her. The coach ran to check, and the referee stopped the game.

Y/n sat down on the floor, removing her hand from her face and blood began to run from her nose. As she had both hands on her face, the blood spread and stained her entire face red.

"Oh no..." Lily mumbled, bringing her hand to her mouth. "It's bleeding."

Ollie felt his stomach churn as he saw all that blood dripping from Y/n's face.

Oscar leaned back in his chair, placing both hands on his head as he watched Y/n's teammates help her.

Despite the blood and obvious pain, Y/n started to get up and ask for the ball, as it had been a foul too. The coach and referee insisted that she leave the court, but she shook her head.

"I'm fine, it's just bleeding," she says, accepting the towel the coach hands her. The group can hear Y/n's voice in the stands.

"She can't go on, it was a blow to the head" Ollie says looking at his friends, worried.

They agree.

"You need to come off," the referee warned.

"I'll be back in a minute," she snapped, running to the side of the court.

"But..." the referee tried to speak again.

"You can go on, I'll be back in five minutes at the most," she argues, running with her head held high to the team bench, so as not to end up dripping blood across the court.

Lily yelled from the stands, "Are you okay?!"

Y/n turned around, giving a confident thumbs-up, though the handkerchief over her blood-soaked nose said otherwise. "I'm fine! I'll be back playing in a bit!"

The game resumes, now with Y/n lying on the bench while the technician quickly bandaged her nose and stopped the bleeding. They heard the older woman tell Y/n to stay on the bench for these last few minutes, but the girl refused every time.

"She can't play again, that was dangerous. She should rest," Oscar says, watching his friend sit on the bench with her face covered in dried blood. "She must be in pain!"

"Or not..." Kimi says and they look at the Italian. "Maybe the adrenaline in the body doesn't let the pain come, just the blood. She was running too much."

"She's crazy," Lily shakes her head, watching Y/n stand up with the bandage on her nose and walk to the edge of the court, waiting to enter. "But that's why we love her."

Ollie smiles looking at the girl on the court.

She enters the court again, soon receiving a pass and shooting at the goal. Making the crowd scream happily again.

"I don't know how she's still playing after that," Lando commented, visibly impressed, grimacing just imagining the pain her nose would feel afterwards.

Oscar and Lily look towards Ollie, who had a worried look on his face and followed Y/n wherever she ran. They exchange an amused look and nudge Kimi and Lando, pointing with their chins at the Brit.

Lando smiles: "Go on, give her a shout of encouragement. Show her you're rooting for her." The McLaren driver elbows his friend.

"What? No!" Ollie says quickly, making the group laugh.

Meanwhile, Y/n came back with the same energy as before, scoring another point and making the crowd scream. She was determined to show that she wouldn't let anything get her down.

Lily, however, whispered to Oscar, "She pretends to be fine, but I know she'll feel it later."

Oscar nodded. "And when she does, we'll have to hold her tight, because the pain is going to be terrible!"

Lily nods in agreement.

The final whistle blew and the scoreboard showed 46-36. Y/n's team had won, securing their place in the long-awaited final. The court erupted in cheers and applause. Y/n raised her arms and screamed with happiness along with the team, but the effort made the bandage on her nose start to spurt blood again.

In the stands, the group became instantly worried, stopping breathing for a few seconds.

"She's bleeding again!" Ollie exclaimed.

"My God, that girl just won't stop!" Lily commented, shaking her head, though her tone was more relieved than critical.

But Y/n just laughed as she pressed her shirt to her nose and hugged her teammates, celebrating with them.

Ollie sighed, feeling the weight of worry lift from his shoulders. He leaned back in his seat, relieved to see her okay. However, a pang of sadness hit him when he realized the game was over. He wanted to watch more, wanted to keep seeing Y/n in that contagious energy, dominating the court.

Which was strange, since he had zero desire to be there at first. He felt something change, as soon as Y/n looked at him for the first time.

"Well, that was exciting, and a little... bloody..." Oscar commented, making them laugh. He looked at Kimi and Ollie, with a curious smile. "So, what did you guys think of this handball experience?"

Kimi smiled excitedly: "It was my first time watching a match. I must say it's as exciting as Formula 1" he says laughing.

Ollie, on the other hand, took a moment to respond. He stared at the court, his eyes fixed on Y/n, who was still celebrating. "Yeah... She's amazing. You can tell she loves what she does. Not only does she play well, but she makes it look easy. It's hard not to be in awe." He looked at the group, who were all smiling mischievously. "I mean, the game!! The game is amazing!!"

"Ah, you really are 'in awe', huh?" Kimi teased, her tone casual.

Ollie blushed slightly, looking away. "I'm just telling the truth."

Lily stood up, still laughing. "Okay, let's wait for her outside. She'll want to come back with us, for sure."

As soon as Lily mentioned Y/n coming back with them, Ollie felt his heart race in a way he didn't fully understand. He stood up with the group, but his thoughts were stuck on what it would be like to see her outside the court, in their midst. He tried to control his nervousness, but his steps were a little slower than normal.

Taking one last look at the court, he saw Y/n looking at him. She waves her hand and tries to smile, but the cloth on her face gets in the way. Ollie laughs and waves back.

They walked out of the gym, leaving behind the heat and the muffled sound of the crowd. Outside, the air was cool, with a late afternoon breeze. The sky was tinged with orange from the sunset.

Lily looked around as they walked to the car they had come in. "I don't think she'll be long. She must be cleaning all that blood off her face." Lily shivered, but she didn't know if it was from the cold or from remembering that blood dripping from her best friend's face. "It gives me the creeps."

Ollie was silent, walking next to Kimi with his hands in his pants pocket, while looking at all the doors the gym had, as if Y/n would suddenly appear.

The group was gathered in a circle near the car, laughing and talking about the game. Lily excitedly recalled Yin's final goal, while Oscar made exaggerated gestures to show how lost the opposing goalkeeper looked. Kimi talked about how much she had enjoyed watching the game, and Lando glanced sideways at Ollie, who was leaning against the car with his arms crossed and glancing at the gym door every 10 seconds.

When Ollie finally became interested in the conversation and made comments, the door to the gym locker room opens, making the group fall silent and look in the same direction at the same time.

The rival team left the gym, some with backpacks on their backs, others looking at the floor and some drinking water and complaining.

"Those ones are feeling the weight of defeat," Oscar commented in a carefree tone.

"Oh, they weren't that bad," Lily tried to be diplomatic.

"They lost by 10 goals, it wasn't much" Kimi says sarcastically and the group laughs.

"Are you defending the other team now, Lily? I'll tell Y/n," Lando said, drawing more laughter.

They turned to the circle and continued to talk while they waited for their friend, Ollie however, was looking more closely at the door, now not even hiding it anymore.

The group only notices when they talk to him and he doesn't respond.

"Relax, man. She's not going to evaporate," Kimi commented, crossing her arms and giving Ollie an amused look. "Or do you think she escaped through the back exit?"

"You're insufferable," Ollie grumbled, but he couldn't help but smile slightly.

They laughed, now with Ollie bringing up a topic to distract the group so they wouldn't make any more provocative comments about Y/n.

A few minutes passed, and the door finally opened again. This time, laughter and excited voices filled the air.

Y/n's team left, celebrating enthusiastically, some walking in the opposite direction of the group. Some danced to the sound of music coming from a speaker, carried by one of the players.

Ollie scanned the room with his gaze, trying to locate Y/n. The girl appeared among the last, talking animatedly with a classmate and laughing at something one of them had said. Bearman felt his heart skip a beat inside his ribcage.

She was wearing shorts, flip-flops, and athletic socks, holding her sneakers in her hands. Her blouse was slung over her shoulder, and she was wearing only a black tank top, which showed the light sheen of sweat on her skin. Her hair was messy in its braids, but that only made her more charming. The new bandage on her nose seemed almost insignificant compared to the sparkle in her eyes and the smile that lit up her face.

"Someone help Ollie, he's not breathing!" Kimi taunts, lightly patting his friend's back.

The other three laugh loudly, catching Y/n's attention.

The player felt her heart warm when she saw her friends gathered outside, waiting for her. Even though she was exhausted, the smile on her face grew even bigger.

"He looks like a teenager seeing his crush for the first time," Lando added, looking at Ollie.

"Come on, Romeo. Get the courage to talk to your Juliet before she realizes you're freaking out internally!" Oscar laughs.

"You guys stop. He's almost dying and you're teasing him," Lily scolds, but smiles.

With that, Y/n said goodbye to her teammates and chatted quickly with the coach, before packing her backpack on her back and turning to the group.

"I told you he'd blush the second she walked out the door. Pay me ten bucks, Oscar," Lando commented quietly, nudging his friend.

"I didn't bet anything!" Oscar retorted, laughing.

When she sees the group, Y/n lets out an excited scream and starts running towards Lily, who was running towards her too, the two join in a hug. With Lily saying how amazing the game was and asking if she was okay.

Oscar also approaches and congratulates his best friend, giving her a hug and asking about her injury.

"Now will you please be quiet and recover from your injury?!" He says, slapping her shoulder and she laughs, with Lily beside her smiling too.

Y/n smiles, as her eyes fall on Lando and the other two pilots she hadn't met yet.

Lando stepped forward, opening his arms as if expecting a hug. "Well, I deserve a hug for supporting you emotionally from the beginning to the end of this match, don't I?"

Y/n put her hands on her hips and arched an eyebrow, laughing. "You're insistent, aren't you?" She laughs. "Come here, Norris" she opens the hug and he congratulates her on the game.

"I'm really a guy who goes after things," Lando says and Y/n rolls her eyes exaggeratedly, while she and the group laugh.

"Ok, prince charming!"

Then she looked at the two other pilots, she smiles friendly and comes closer to them. "Hey, I'm just going to put my shirt on before I greet you guys, okay? So you don't think I'm trying to impress you or anything." She laughs awkwardly and takes the shirt off her shoulder and puts it on.

Lily helps her by holding her sneakers and backpack.

Kimi smiled, shaking her head. "Impressed? You just played the second half with a bloody nose. That's impressive enough!"

Adjusting the pink shirt on her body – that was now red from the blood, she looked at them again and pointed to the piece. "Oh, and you don't mind hugging me with my dried blood here, do you? I promise it's just a little."

Kimi laughed. "I'm Kimi Antonelli, Mercedes driver. And congratulations on the game and the classification!" He greeted with an outstretched hand and then a hug.

"Nice to meet you, Y/n!" She smiles, pulling out of the hug. "And thank you."

Then she turned to Ollie, who was standing a little further to the side, trying to look relaxed but clearly nervous. Y/n smiled at him, tilting her head slightly. "Hey, the water boy who saved me at break

Ollie smiles and extends his hand. “Myself,” he chuckles and the two shake hands. As Y/n pulls him into a hug, she smells his subtle scent, and as she pulls away, she notices he’s still smiling, but there’s something different in his eyes. “Ollie Bearman, nice to meet you!”

There was something about her smile that felt different, softer, and her gaze held his for a little longer than usual.

Y/n was outgoing and known for getting along with everyone who crossed her path, she was always so friendly and calm. But there was something about Ollie that touched her, making the player a little shy.

"Nice to meet you, Y/n!" She smiles. "And sorry guys, I'm a little sticky from hugging you guys!" Y/n looks around the group quickly.

They gesture with their hand as if it were nothing.

"That was a great game," Ollie gestured with his hands, while Y/n was still in front of him. "It's impressive to see someone playing with that much intensity."

Y/n smiles shyly, taking a step back. She was actually quite close to the British pilot, the group noticed and exchanged mischievous glances with each other.

"Thank you." Y/n smiles, but her smile falters when she feels the pain coming from her nose. She places her hand over the bandage, but smiles again. "And thank you for coming to watch, even if the game was a little bloody."

The group laughs.

Before either of them could say anything else, Oscar said, "I know the couple's conversation is good, but..."

Ollie and Y/n raise their heads together and widen their eyes at Piastri. They were unprepared to receive that comment. The group noticed and held back their laughter.

"We could go out and celebrate. Lily and I know a really good pizza place nearby," Oscar finishes and the group's eyes light up.

"Great idea!" Lando says, now taking off the pink glasses he was wearing.

"That's fine by me." Kimi smiles and raises her arms.

Ollie also agrees and then the group's eyes fall on Y/n, who was a little quiet with her hand on her nose. Their eyes crinkle, worried.

Y/n smiles a little and puts her hand on Ollie's shoulder, who was closer to her. Bearman thinking she was about to faint, puts his hand on top of her.

"I think this is a great idea! But... can we go to the hospital first? I think my nose needs stitches." She takes her hand away from her face and they see the blood coming out again.

Ollie is visibly nervous, but also fascinated by her, and his body language gives away that he is impressed and attracted.

They widen their eyes.

"Oh my God. There's still this, right, come on, come on!" Oscar says worriedly and everyone starts to get into the car.

"Let's forget about pizza for a moment." Ollie holds the player's shoulders as she gets into the car.

[sueheesblog]

Let's talk about some stuff! SZN 3: SPOILERS I watched the season after I saw some spoilers on X and from friends lmao. I didn't sleep. Sorry for the typos n shit. I need to vent.

- First off, Syd and Cousin carried the whole fxcking SZN on their backs, while Carmy was too busy being a psycho. Ayo n Ebon deserves all the awards. JAW is a fantastic actor - 10/10 for all 3 of them. Everyone else did great too, Napkin was 😭😭😭 AYO DID THAT. Those 3 are legends in my eyes!!!! If Ayo leaves or if the writers do her dirtier in SZN 4 I'm DONE. I cried for her this SZN, n for Carm too.

- All of Sydcamry scenes for some reason gave me butterflies even though they drifted farther apart each eps. Syd getting Carmy's dish was top tier - incredible writing from the writers. I just need them to explain more - what is the purpose of having Syd n Carmy tied together - if Claire is so great why not tied her to Carmy? Why does she seem like someone who died, haunting Carmy like his toxic boss? She more unbearable this season n I think it's intentional.

- Some ppl were saying Claire had alittle more substance this SZN and I beg to differ. She's like a dead gf to me. Her scenes with Carmy are so cold, dead, and heavy - like a burden. She triggers my anxiety n I don't know y - n I don't want to be mean, but just how their scene are edited, it literally puts me at the edge of a panic attack. The writers had the audacity to call her PEACE. I did not experience peace watching her scene and I think Carmy feels the same way from the jump. So, Fxck no, she ain't PEACE, that's Syd and it's obvious.

- Claire being labeled as PEACE makes no sense - the writers are trying too hard n it's make me sick. If she's so great, let her n Carmy run/manage The Bear.

- Syd is the invisible string that's holding everyone together in this chaotic sh!thole, while babysitting Carmy and keeping him from combusting. Unc, Nat, Pete, COUSIN, Marcus, and everyone else are staying afloat because Syd is the fxcking life vest that's strapped to their chest.

- Syd is calm, organized, observant, caring, considerate etc. Yet, these fxcking writers said Claire was peace- that line had my blood boilingggggggg.

- Syd's relationship with her Dad is everything

- Sydcarmy is sooo far apart it physically hurts. They didn't even do ther sign thing over their chest this season.......I get this feeling (just a FEELING) that Syd might be in love or has a crush on CARMY 😭😭😭. The margin wider scene gave me that vibe. When you like someone, you notice every little thing they do. There were times I wanted her to hug him soooo bad, I just felt like if she did if would've grounded him. He really needed a hug this season.

- Something I think some of you might have missed. Remember SZN1 Ep1 when Syd said her dad ate at The Beef on Sundays. We got confirmation from Carm, in SZN 3 that The Beef/The Bear only closes on Sundays. 😂😂🤣😂 (this was in the scene with him n Claire in a dark room or whatever. It might have been a dream scene idk) So, Carm knew Syd lied. I need the writers to have Carm n Syd talk about it and the meal she had in NYC. These are only a few important stuff they hid in the storytelling and I need to know WHYYYYYYYY.

- Carmy had a panic attack during service. Syd's voice took him off the edge. And I must say, her voice could really calm me down too lmao.

These fxcking writers are lowkey abusing Syd at this point. She's being stretched thin, and again this is also why I think she's in love with Carmy. It hurts her, but she's so into him, connected to him physically n mentally. It's really hard for her to let him or The Bear. It reminds me of the time Donna said "I make things pretty for others, but no one makes things pretty for me" not being verbatim lol. Syd did sooo much heavy lifting this SZN and no one noticed it, they all subconsciously over look her and gave all praises to Claire and making her the peace and angel.

- We finally saw Syd broke tf down in ep 10. Baby girl couldn't be strong anymore. She doesn't want to leave Carmy or The Bear but after the round table talk with the workers from Ever. She realized that Carmy - the person she idolize or even love/crush on, might not be good for her. Carmy is trying but the communication is lacking so bad, and on top of that he's pushing her away.

At this point, the partnership agreement seems like a trap to keep her. If Unc cut his connection to The Bear that's going to be Syd last straw. And if she leaves, I kinda see Tina, Marcus, and maybe COUSIN going with her or they will stay and give Carmy HELLL for losing her. The tables would turn. Everyone is so hang up on Claire leaving, if Syd leaves, Claire would go straight through the window. That would be the moment of realization (for all of them. Especially Carmy) that the woman he really NEEDS is Syd and not Claire. But for some reason, they all think Syd ain't going nowhere which is so naive. She got a bigggg offer and I can't wait to see when she tells Carmy. Would he confess her importance to him to keep her? Would he beg her to stay? Would he listen more or communicate more to keep her? Would he ask her what would make her stay at The Bear? Or would he be a b!tch and tell her to go cauase it's a great opportunity? And then after confess that he's having a hard time letting her go. Very interesting stuff.

- Last thing - Unc talking to Syd. I was shock he was looking to Syd for answers as to what's going on with Carmy. This was also telling. Unc believes or senses that these too are CLOSE. And Syd being a good gf/partner kept her mouth closed. SYD is an angel sent from heaven, cause I would be so done with The Bear😭😭😭😭.

We saw that Carmy and Syd are having conversations that we are not seeing on screen. For example, he asked her about her new apartment. When did she tell him?? He then asked about her dad. Sir, what about her dad? Did she tell him about the annoying bathroom exchange? Are they sharing more about their personal life that we, the audience is not seeing? So many fxcking questions in SZN3.

This is just my thoughts. I saw the season once so this not an analysis.

[super-marvel-dc]

Jason and Y/N have a total of 14 kids that Y/N adopted off the street (don't worry Y/N will probably find more to take in...). Jason and Y/N ended up having to buy a huge house with lots of bedrooms and a hundred acres of land in case someone *cough* Y/N *cough* decides to take in more kids, then they'll have to add on. At least there's plenty of room! There's plenty of trees and a big pond where the Todds spend their weekends together having a picnic as a big, dysfunctional, happy family. They also own three dogs, three cats, horses (again, thanks to Y/N because Jason is a sucker for them and them only. Whatever Y/N wants Y/N gets), chickens, cows, ducks, fish, koi fish in the pond, and two donkeys named Donkey and Dragon all thanks to one of their daughters who is obsessed with watching Shrek. Like so obsessed she dressed up as Fiona for five Halloweens straight and had multiple Shrek themed birthdays... Don't even think about washing her donkey plushie when she's awake of she will scream... It freaked out Jason for a while. Shopping? Oh, well, that's something itself. Thought it was hard shopping with Jason? Think again. It's much worse with Jason plus 14 kids and they all want McDonald's on the way home. Before you go asking how the Todds get to the store with 14 kids in a normal truck/car, they don't, they drive a school bus Y/N "found" one day while out and about. They still have their sports bikes and vehicles they love so much, but when it's family shopping day it's the bus. Dinner? Everyone is helping out one way or another. It's so chaotic, but Jason and Y/N wouldn't have it any other way. Everyone at their kids school knows not to mess with them because they have crazy—but awesome—parents. Alex is the only one that is deaf so he is homeschooled, and everyone learned sign language just for him. The first time everyone signed the whole happy birthday song he had tears in his eyes and the biggest smile on his face. Not picking favorites or anything but he's definitely a Y/N's little boy. Monday night is movie night and they have to keep track on who's turn it is to pick out a movie or world war III breaks out, and it ain't pretty. Jason stopped buying nice vases after those few times they didn't keep track... Sunday is date night for Jason and Y/N, and nothing will interfere with it because Jason will throw a fit (unless it was an emergency). No doubt you'll find Maggie cuddled between her parents when it's thundering outside, her little Robin teddy bear held tightly in her arms as she snores peacefully. Snow days are perfect, everyone outside playing in the snow (playing a game of snowball fights that tend to get out of hand) and drinking hot chocolate afterwards, wrapped up in blankets while sitting around the fireplace. Jason scolding his kids after they snuck a raccoon in the house without his permission all while Y/N grins sheepishly at Jason as they hold the hands of twins who both have matching smiles on their little faces, both missing a front tooth, and Jason sighing, shaking his head with a small smile on his lips thinking to himself how he got so lucky to have Y/N and his big family he wouldn't give up for the world.

Please, do not steal my work

[generalsdiary]

the whole robin/sunday interaction had me in tears. you can write the most heartbreaking couple that is getting separated and it WILL NOT outdo siblings getting pulled apart and saying goodbye- but at the end he isn't strong enough to say goodbye. like I'm not okay about this. the fact he isn't willing to take off his cover, but she knows it is him the whole time- pure sibling energy. LIKE PLS BE STRAIGHTFORWARD BUT ALSO I UNDERSTAND THAT IT WOULD'VE HURT MORE IF YOU WERE HONEST

fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckpainiminPAIN

also, as an older brother, i literally dk how he wasn't in tears during that whole convo. myb he disassociated? especially knowing he is the more sensitive sibling and more prone to crying.

the pain of separating from your sibling after having been beside them your whole life to literally leaving until gods know when, is insane, and ain't no romantic love story that would ever hurt more than that. argue with a wall.

[bigtedbear]

Hold on chat I feel like humoring Sunday oviposition, too. Definitely not inspired by a Galladay fanfic I read.

Just think about it... Meeting up with Sunday at the usual hour in his office, thinking it's either going to be another business meeting (or perhaps a quickie, if you're lucky).

Instead, Sunday pulls you close by the wrist and locks the door, then guides your hand under his attire so that it presses against his stomach. And you can feel it, the eggs inside him, all lined up and ready to be laid. How many there are, you can't tell, but it's definitely around three, if not more...

"Perhaps it's time for us to actually settle down together." Sunday interrupts your thoughts, wings flapping besides his head. "Because you want to be a good father for our children, do yo not, [reader]?"

I dunno if you'll go for the "giving him a pussy" route or "giving him a cloaca" route but either way we're getting that man pregnant!!! Also I assumed there would be a couple eggs rather than just one but I don't know jack shit about dove reproduction.

Though I also thought about a second part for the Dragon!Blade fanfic were it's just the reader taking care of his beloved wife... Settling down and making a little bed for the baby and making a garden to plant some vegetables because ain't no way two full grown men and a baby are just living off pure meat.

Hehe. Horny or fluff, I like both ideas~ — 🍏

everywhere I turn

it's spreading like a disease

maybe one day I'll finally be safe from mpreg

[missmarveledsblog]

The girl next door (tommy miller x reader) part one

Summary : tommy miller decides life on road ain't all it crack up to be like he used to it maybe because finds himself absolutely taken with joels next door neighbour

Warnings : tommy miller ( cheesy flirting skills) , fluffy , alludes to smut , mutual pinning , joel done with their shit 😌 ( no maria in this fic also no outbreak either) grammatical errors because I barely sleep and drink to much caffeine but like doesn't everyone )👀

Life on the road used to be the best , the freedom to go where ever not be held down too long , getting to see new faces and places was the life or so it was for a long while even joining the army to hold onto the high of it all and now it wasn't so cool and amazing it was lonely as fuck . tommy miller was suddenly ready to leave the road well to the road it was time for him to settle down in a way shit he wasn't thinking of doing what his brother did no .. well maybe in the future but the settled part being in one place and not expecting to keep moving all time was what he needed . so his bag on his bag he hit the road one last time heading to what he hope was new start of his life.

pulling up to his brother driveway was something he never wanted to do he hated joel wife , despised the woman who never was happy with how his brother broke his back to provide for them all it was actually how he and joel stopped talking for years but he had to hand it to his big brother the new house well it was a beauty like ones they used to pass on the way to school as kids . joel would always say he'd build a nice house for them like that now he held that promise for his girls . biting his tongue ready to suck up to the demon lady as he pulled the bag on his shoulder , looking around it was a nice neighborhood too way better than run down one they grew up in . barely raising his hand to the door it flew open joel standing with big smile on his usual grumpy face pulling his brother in for a big hug and into the house.

" it's good see you, beer? " he asked easily.

" look at this place , shit i'll take a beer .. where are my nieces" tommy looked around taking in the photo's none of the she devil mainly of the girls and joel some of joel and another woman that tommy could only hope for a better outcome . " your lovely mrs ?" he gritted trying to not sound bitter and failing miserably .

" girls are at friends for weekend so be back sunday ... mrs is someone else travelling the world or some shit last five years" joel rolled his eyes as two walked into the kitchen joel gesturing for him to sit as he grabbed two cold ones from the fridge.

" what about the girls?" tommy asked.

" apparently she never wanted to be a mom , hurt but they got over it , we moved in here i'd say six months after we've been happiest we've ever been" joel shrugged .

before they could continue the conversation the front door opened and sound of footsteps coming down the hall.

" hey miller i got a special delivery " the voice called instantly tommy could tell it was a woman soft and sweet a vast difference of the shrill and pitchy mess joel ex had. " oh shit i didn't know you had company" she stood wide eyes holding box in her hands as she almost tried to sus the stranger out .

" darling this is my little brother tommy , tommy this is y/n" .

" well done big brother and younger too " tommy smirked standing to shake her hand only for joel face palm and y/n break out laughing.

" i'm his friend and neighbour is all , told you miller people think we're a couple or your my sugar daddy " she snorted putting the box on the counter only joel to playfully push her out of the way before handing her a beer. " he wishes though " she added .

" i really don't kiddo but keep thinking that" he rolled his eyes .

" i don't do the whole old man thing sorry " she shot back in disbelief tommy watched his brother being well a human playing along with the teasing his young and well hot ass neighbour . she was something , perfect blend of sugar and spice and sassy in every way . " so are you the one that was in the army? " she asked looking directly shit why was her looking at him making him suddenly lost for words .

" sure am sugar well i was now i'm looking for a job hopefully my big brother can help with that one" .

" yeah start monday , already sorted it with the boss" joel rolled his eyes .

" well cheer to baby miller getting the job " y/n held her beer up .

" i'm easily what ten years older sugar who you calling a baby" .

" your new favourite neighbour easily ... shit i gotta go was good meeting you baby miller and good to see you haven't died of old age joel " she rushed out beer still in her hand .

" off limits" was all joel said before the two continued to catch up yet tommy couldn't help think of joel pretty neighbour hell it ain't no harm in looking right ?.

.....

It was all he could do was look , six month since meeting y/n it's all he could do was look , talk to her as if she was a friend . that day she was rushing out was well cause she was rushing to her date with this asshole josh . now standing out his brothers back garden it was almost like torture watching how her pretty smiles were directed up at someone who clearly didn't deserve them . he didn't get a woman like y/n but tommy did . tommy got when she got excited over little things it was cute and sweet and yet josh thought it was childish and she needed to grow up . tommy new she loved the sweeter things in life how she like baked good like cookies and brownies but yet josh always got her savory shit she pretended to like . even now he watched josh pick up something heading towards her til tommy rushed and stopped him .

" woah buddy if you wanna kiss your girlfriend i wouldn't eat that" he smiled trying to be civil , trying not to be a dick .

" look i know my girl man" was all he said before eating the threat heading over to her kissing her wasn't long til she felt itchy and her face felt hot when tommy walked back over instantly taking her into the house as the idiot followed after knowing she was getting worse but she definitely wouldn't want a big show of it all .

" sugar sit here" was all he said taking the epipen and putting in her arm and taking the lotion putting it on her now burning skin . she didn't know if it was the reaction or the fact it was tommy miller being so close. " i told you .. i tried to tell you idiot you could of killed her" .

" i didn't know honestly babe" josh gasped looking to her.

" six months you think you'd learn she allergic to kiwi before kissing her after eating stupid kiwi salad" tommy muttered .

" it's honest mistake i know more about her than you do " josh spat .

" hey what's going on ?" joel walked in already sensing the oncoming fight the moment the two set foot on his property. he didn't like josh but he hoped it would mean tommy moved on , he knows or so he thought he knew what his brother was like . he had never in all his life seen his brother so hung up on a woman nor had he seen the woman returned the sentiment but she was just doing what joel asked . now both were miserable and well he had a moran in his kitchen .

" you think you know her ... what's her favourite colour?" tommy asked ignoring the other two .

" easily purple or pink like the flowers i get her" josh smiled as she winced

" actually she love yellow like sunflowers her favourite flower... where does she love to go" tommy asked probably handing him the answer .

" beach?" josh sounded less confident.

" oh you idiot" joel sighed.

" you could of said anyplace that carried books giving its her favourite hobby man do you know anything " .

" hey josh i think it time for you to go and maybe we shouldn't see each other" she said softly. " i mean lets be real you don't know me or like me for me" she added sadly .

" oh fuck this not worth it " was all he said before leaving as her eyes fell to her lap.

" hey i'm tired i'm just gonna sit this one out" was all she got out standing uneasy .

" i'll bring you over" joel wrapped his arm out.

" see you tomorrow baby miller" she said quietly no playful lilt to her voice one he was so used to as he watched the two leave.

" shit that was like a car crash" he turned to see ellie and sarah standing by the back door . " i mean yay josh is gone he was boring fuck but shit you had a chance there"

" can you go a sentence without swearing ... but she is right i mean you look at her like a love sick puppy it's honestly..." sarah smiled .

" sad" ellie cut in .

" i was going to say adorable ".

" nah it's sad but your dad said she's off limits he's probably scared i'll fuck it up , i seem to fuck everything i touch up" tommy laughed dryly.

" nah your not fuck up , your the best uncle we've ever had" ellie pointed out .

" i'm your only uncle" he deadpanned.

" your not a fuck up , since when did you listen to our dad ?" sarah asked slightly confused.

" since i was afraid of fucking it up i mean yeah at start i thought it was something to get out of my system but more i got to know her well i was a goner " he smiled sadly.

" he was a goner since the first time he met her" joel walked into the kitchen . " she home safe sleeping , i know what i said but i take it back ok " .

" so he can get the girl " ellie asked almost vibrating with happiness matching her older sister.

" how am i gonna get the girl ?" tommy looked at his family

" with our help of course" joel smiled .

" what changed your tune ?"

" because their sickening to look at and i don't want another josh around , fucking boring asshole" joel smirked.

" this is gonna be good " ellie cheered .

part two