#if there’s games where you can win prizes maybe he could win something for me im crying

[thesingingrevolution]

i’m in too deep this cute post is making me sad like this would be so much fun…. i would love to go to an amusement park with them 🥺

[cheeseceli]

Dates with Ateez

Pairing: Ot8!Ateez × Gn!reader (individually)

Genre: fluff, reactions

Request: ateez and how/where they'd take you on a date

Warnings: mentions of food at Seonghwa, Hongjoong and Mingi's, Yeosang is an idol, some skinship at Mingi and Yunho's

A/n: idk why but for some reason I read the request as "first dates" instead of just "dates", so there are some mentions of first dates here and there lmao | daily click

Seonghwa - farmer's market

‌hear me out!!

‌this one would be very spontaneous

‌first of all he just wanted to cook something for you

‌but there are missing ingredients

‌and yes, he could go to the supermarket but that's boring

‌so!!

‌he calls you and you both go to your local farmer's market

‌one thing that you thought was gonna be quick and mundane just became a whole activity

‌mostly because of the cozy ambient and nice sellers, but especially because there was something so familiar and nice to have you by his side like that

‌it was so domestic

‌made him feel like a happily married man

‌so he makes a mental note to have more dates with you like this

‌and he also takes you home to make the most delicious dish ever known to mankind

‌(buys you fresh flowers from there)

Hongjoong - a walk around the city

‌i think this one would be totally unplanned

‌accidental even

‌like, you guys were supposed to only have lunch and go back to your jobs

‌but no one actually wants to do that right

‌so what starts with just a brunch turns into visiting every single store in the city very soon

‌and it's always so nice every single time

‌you guys constantly discover new spots on town because of this random walks you go to

‌and Hongjoong secretly loves it because even when he's alone, every single spot becomes a memory of you

‌soon enough the entire city is just something that is connected to you in every single way

‌and he obviously wouldn't complain about that

‌so it becomes a routine for him to just pick you up and adventure yourselves into new parts of the neighbourhood

Yunho - amusement park

‌you can't convince me that this isn't the most "yunho" thing ever

‌he would 100% take you on an amusement park

‌it provides you both a lot of time together and it's fun

‌and he's your laugh's biggest fan ever, so of course he needs you to smile

‌call it cliche but he would want to do the Ferris wheel kiss

‌not on your first date tho because he thought it'd be too much

‌but when you guys are already dating, he'd definitely do that

‌it almost becomes a tradition

‌at some point it's even funny because you'd look at a Ferris wheel and give each other knowing looks

‌and you know when there are those roller coasters and you can take a picture during the rides?

‌he always keeps those

‌not matter how blurry, how ugly or how weird it came out

‌he has a whole album with pictures like that

Yeosang - picnic

‌i feel like this would be more of a first date idea with him

‌that occasionally comes along every once in a while

‌but it's mostly about the first encounter

‌a low-key secluded part in the park, preferably close to a river

‌just something very calm and peaceful

‌where you could talk about everything and anything at once

‌maybe even play a game only the two of you

‌idk it feels so ideal

‌it's the peace he's been longing for and, considering his busy and hectic life as an idol, that's precisely what he needed

‌overall I think he would love dates that could provide him a bit of comfort

San - arcade

‌this would be so fun hear me out

‌it doesn't matter if it's your first or 639274th date, he will try to impress you

‌and he would probably succeed because he seems like the type of guy who can do everything

‌would win you plushies

‌or any other type of prize you can possibly win at arcades

‌and even though he's trying to impress you, there's still this playful competition between the two of you

‌even after years of dating it still feels like you both are just teenagers in love honestly

‌even a complete stranger would smile by seeing you both interacting in the arcade

‌after so many times going there, you guys must win some type of discount honestly

Mingi - movie night

‌here we're talking about a whole marathon of movies

‌with snacks and blankets for the two of you

‌in the dorms (he would kick the boys out of there)

‌and he would plan everything

‌he's actually quite proud of himself because he really thought of every single detail

‌and the atmosphere is just so cozy

‌besides the movies are your favourites with his favourites and some that you both planned on watching together

‌he realised that one could figure out a lot about somebody by just watching their favourite movies

‌anyways

‌the mood is super cool, you guys laughed a lot with your few comments in between scenes and you even cried together at some point

‌and if you do end up sleeping on each other's shoulders, it's not like he'd complain about that

Wooyoung - escape room

‌this right here is the perfect formula for chaos

‌just the two of you running, screaming and laughing uncontrollably

‌I can't think of something better than this

‌and considering you are in a relationship with Wooyoung, chaos is much needed

‌besides you never know how it works with him

‌sometimes he's working with you and then he's working against you

‌whatever the case is, you can bet it's gonna be fun

‌and you are always 1000% sure this will be a day you'll remember fondly after a while

‌even if all he remembers is how you fell when trying to escape from one of the actors

Jongho - karaoke

‌i'm almost sure I already wrote something like this

‌and I'm so right for that ngl

‌first, this is a fun date and not too cliche, but also not that odd

‌secondly, between songs you guys would be able to talk to each other and still have a nice activity to do afterwards

‌and lastly, he could showcase his vocals and hopefully woo you over with his abilities

‌so literally every single bit of it would be perfect

‌maybe just maybe, if he's feeling a bit too bold by the end of the session, he would serenade directly to you

‌with your favourite song perhaps

‌or maybe that would need to wait until your next date

‌because he is certainly hoping this will only be the first of many

Masterlist | you'll probably like: when they have a crush

Reminder that this is all fiction, this does not represent the members in real life!

Taglist (open!): @yuyubeans

Dividers by @thecutestgrotto | images 1, 2 and 3

[randomstoryenjoyer]

Hey I love your stories and your 'white lily's fall' gave me an idea for a request...for a story!

Imagine a witch (y/n) at first baked cookies to try to make a friend but as they kept running away...it gave y/n an idea! If they run away...why not make a track and make em race? So now y/n bakes them to either run a normal race or an obstacle course race to the window to escape amd y/n even put something under their window to cushion their fall so they wouldn't crumble and can simply run out to join the cookie world! Also the obstacles are harmless and not deadly like if they fail an obstacle, they just land on something soft and can walk over to some stairs or a ladder and try again! Ofcourse the finish line is the window!

Oh and whenever they race, y/n chooses one cookie to cheer on as they sit to the side, watching, and hopes that said cookie wins the race...again for entertainment! Maybe they even pretend to be a racing announcer as they race!

And imagine if other cookies found out...like, one possible idea is DE flying along, plotting against the witches when they suddenly hear hearing like: "AAAAAND RED ICING COOKIE MANAGED TO JUMP OVER THAT MASSIVE GAP! SO IMPRESSIVE! THE CROWD IS GOING WILD!" followed by y/n trying to impersonate a crowd cheering like crazy! So DE goes to investigate aaaaand finds Y/n racing cookies instead of eating them! Or maybe some other cookie like gingerbrave finds them! Just some ideas but can't wait to see what you come up with for this concept and curious what ideas you'll have lol!

Possible to add on, putting this possible add on here incase ya wanna add it: Y/n also keeps track of the races and the winners in a book and also timed it to see which cookie they've baked is the fastest and if a cookie read the book, they'll know that y/n raced cookies LOTS of times!

The Witch’s game

Rugelach Cookie’s breath hitched as they swerved left to right, their little legs scuttering as fast as they ever had before… he was so close to the end… all that was left was to…

”AAAAAND TRAGEDY STRIKES! RUGELACH COOKIE HAS FALLEN DOWN! HERE COMES COCONUT FLAKE COOKIE TO SNAG THE WIN!”

With the finish line crossed and window reached, Coconut Flake Cookie stood proud and delighted as he received the witch’s praise, eventually jumping out the window. Rugelach Cookie was left to get back up and head back to his place, however, if one looked closely, they could see that he was hiding a giddy smile…

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Due to being a witch, your life consisted mostly of isolation, except for the odd meeting with other fellow witches here and there. Thus, you came up with the idea of creating your own friends by baking cookies to give life to! It was an easy goal to achieve… if not for the fact that every cookie you baked always ran away and jumped out the window.

This kept going for multiple baking sessions, each one making you more annoyed when the results showed no sign of changing. Eventually though, it began to make sense to you. No matter their size or origins, living cookies were still as much as individuals as anybody else, little creatures with a desire to leave the nest and live a life of their own, instead of being stuck inside a witch’s kitchen with a giant being looming over them. It was just something you had to accept.

This led to a new idea develop: if they insisted on running, why not put them through a race? From then on, your lair became a small race arena. All you needed to set up was a long path that led to the window as the finish lane, and then fill it with many different types of (non-lethal) obstacles for each race. The first cookie to reach the window would have the prize of being able to jump out of it and live in the outside world! You didn’t actually know what the cookies did in the outside world, but it didn’t really bother you.

Between races, the cookies you baked would get their own resting village inside your lair, where they could all gather around and interact with one another, most conversations being about what laid outside the windows of your lair… what existed below the glimmering moon and stars they saw every night…

As for you, you decided to make the most out of your idea, sitting to the side during the races and choosing a specific cookie to cheer on, acting like a wild crowd. The first contestant cookies you baked were a bit confused at your odd actions, but eventually began to even enjoy them.

Oh, enjoy them they eventually did. It soon got to the point where the racing cookies would begin getting weirded out if you didn’t act like a crowd going wild over the contestants. Your cheers and howls of excitement directed at them soon became the main motivation for being willing to take part in the races, to the point that they sometimes even forgot what they even were originally racing for!

Slowly but surely, talks amongst the cookies every night in the resting village shifted from wonders about the outside world to gushing over the the witch in the audience seats, mostly led by the very first racing cookies that you had baked. More recently baked cookies were swift to join the talks about you, but it was the older ones who truly prided themselves knowing the most about the witch who baked them.

Many cookies soon began seeing the races in a different light: why would they want to go to the outside world when they had you and your praises in this cozy home? Surely staying with you wouldn’t be that bad as originally thought!

During these last few days, you’ve started noticing how… clumsy some of the cookies were during the race. A bit slow of slow running, a few of them missing a some.simple jumps, and taking extra long to get back to the racetrack once they failed an obstacle… and the numbers of the cookies doing it increased day by day. Despite the fact that it opened up a bigger chance for cheers and announcements from your audience stand, it still felt a bit suspiciously random.

If only you knew just how much your presence and cheers meant to your cookies at this point…

However, these didn’t end up being the only cookies that were aware of your races, as new ones would soon know about you…

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Dark Enchantress Cookie was busy scouting out the area with her cake witch carrying her as always, looking for more places to build her cake army in while the rest of the cookies of darkness were busy with her other demands, when she suddenly heard a loud cheer from not too far away.

Her instincts very much telling her that this voice she heard was a dreadful witch, she made her way to the source of the sound a fast as she possibly could, expecting to see what she had seen during the fateful night of the witches.

Instead, all she found was a witch… watching cookies run from one place to another?

She stood there, just watching the scene unfold. The excited look on the cookie’s faces, the enthusiasm of the witch, the complete lack of any cruelty of mischievousness on the witch’s voice and actions. It didn’t make any sense to her at all. Witches weren’t like this. They weren’t meant to be! She saw it all in the night of the witches!

She remained still for so long that her cake witch had began to stare at her with slight discomfort, wondering why its master had gone stiff for such a long time.

Dark Enchantress Cookie remained quiet within her mixed thoughts. Seeing cookies who weren’t baked with the intention to be eaten seemed to have rattled her mind a bit. After all, her view on the witch’s uses for cookies was the whole reason she had become who she was. But now, her initial plans for Earthbread seemed to have a small flaw in it. Unprepared for this extra factor in her equation

Leaving the area before she got any more hooked onto the ongoing scene, Dark Enchantress Cookie planned to order her subordinates to come visit in this place frequently… and to inform her all they find out about you specifically.

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With sightings of the cookies of darkness having been reported around this area, Gingerbrave had decided to come check this place out, trying to find out what the COD’s plans in this area were.

What he didn’t expect to run into however, was the lair of a witch! His mind already bringing him flashbacks of his very first living moments, he felt tempted to just run away instantly, and yet, something in his mind kept telling him to explore this new landmark. The vibe he got from this place was… unexpected, for lack of a better word.

Imagine his surprise when, instead of seeing the worst kind of cookie torture devices or other scariest stuff that he could think of, the first thing he saw was a small village full of many cookies who were all excitedly discussing something! He was too far to hear them properly, but judging from all the chatter, it was clear they were all discussing about the same thing.

Deciding to keep exploring, he’d carry on sneaking, now laying his eyes upon every nook and cranny of his surroundings, until he jumped in surprised at the sudden loud voice:

“GOOD MORNING, COMPETITORS! WHO’S READY FOR THE NEXT RACE?!”

Peeking out of cover, Gingerbrave’s eyes widened as he took in the view. Many of the cookies from the small resting village were all lining up to the race track, all cheering and looking up at the witch that had announced the start of the race.

Once it began, his eyes almost sparkled when he saw it all. All the cookies running, looking like they were having the time of their lives, and the loud cheers you were giving towards the racing cookies, it almost made him feel a bit sad and jealous that he wasn’t a part of it…

Too distracted by the ongoing event, Gingerbrave accidentally knocked into a book that fell down in front of him and opened. Curious by your handwriting on it, he skimmed a few pages and realised that this book recorded all the races you had ever had… you’ve been doing this for a long time! And he and the rest of his fellow cookies of Earthbread weren’t aware of you? The very first nice witch in probably forever?

Beginning to see this place in a new light, he began coming up with a plan to tell his friends about this new discovery… and possibly to sneak into your lair again and maybe try to disguise as your racer cookies too… all for the chance of getting to participate in on the fun, and receiving your wonderful cheers too…

Now you have two groups of cookies sneaking into your races, trying to blend themselves in as a part of the cookies you baked. They were all confident you wouldn’t notice the difference.

You did.

[munsonsmixtapes]

Could you do one where the f reader and Eddie Munson are friends and she’s Henderson’s sister. Plus sized and wearing big glasses. A book worm but with a bunch of ear piercings. They end up playing truth or dare and they end up sleeping together after and a confession of long hidden feelings?

Thank you so much for the request, lovely!!

Eddie x fem!plus size!reader

cw: MDNI 18+ smut, (p in v), brief mention of fatphobia

The sun shone into Eddie’s bedroom, giving you the perfect light to read your book. Your best friend, Eddie was laying on your stomach, playing his Game Boy, the only noise that could be heard throughout the room coming from the thing as a part of whatever game he was playing. 

You looked down at him in admiration, loving the way his tongue was sticking out a bit, a cute little thing he did when he was focusing on something. Part of you wanted to tell you how you really felt about him, but you couldn’t risk ruining your friendship. You didn’t have many friends and you really couldn’t lose the best one you ever had.

Eddie turned to face you, his game being thrown to the side. You glanced at him, seeing the look of mischief of his face then pushed your glasses further up through bridge of your nose before turning back to your book, not in the mood for his games.

“Y/n,” he whined. “Pay attention to me.” He buried his face into your stomach and you moved your free hand to his hair, giving his head a little scratch, hoping that would help.

“I will once I finish this chapter.” Eddie couldn’t wait that long. He was growing bored of his game and needed something to else to do.

“How good can it be?” He scoffed and you just rolled your eyes.

“Really good.” Sasha and Wren were just about to duel and you had to know if they were going to put their differences aside and finally kiss.

“Let me see that.” He grabbed the book from you and read a few words before taking your bookmark to keep your place then set it aside. “Boring.” He feigned a yawn then snuggled into your shoulder.

“Oh no, you’re not going to interrupt my reading then fall asleep.” You pushed him off of you then sat up. Eddie then moved to sit in front of you, his eyes locking on yours.

“How about we play a game, then?”

“We can go to the arcade.” You didn’t like the idea of going anywhere, but maybe Eddie would win you a prize. That made it seem worth it.

“Or we can play something right here,” he smirked and you didn’t like what he was up to. The mischievous look appeared on his face again and you leaned away, not wanting got get dragged into whatever he was planning.

“We should play truth or dare.” That was worse than what you were expecting. You didn’t actually think that people played that game, that it was something that only happened in movies.

“What are you, twelve?” You scoffed. The game just seemed so juvenile whenever you had seen it play out.

“C’mon, y/n, let’s just play.” You thought for a second and didn’t see what it would hurt. It was just a little game.

“Fine,” you rolled your eyes. “Let’s play.”

“Okay, you get the first question.” You didn’t like that. It didn’t give you much time to think of anything even though a lot of things were coming to mind. A lot of inappropriate things you shouldn’t have been thinking about when it came to your best friend.

“Truth or dare?”

“Truth.” That caught you off guard. You were expecting him to pick dare since he was always willing to do something crazy.

“Truth?” Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Just ask me a question, y/n,” he rolled his eyes. Nothing was coming to mind but your feelings for him and how badly you wanted him. You were feeling so pathetic.

“Who was your first kiss?” That seemed like a safe thing to ask even though you already knew the answer.

“Dana Stewart when I was thirteen.” You hated that you were jealous and wished you had a time machine to go back in time and take Dana’s place. Maybe then, you’d be Eddie’s girlfriend instead of being stuck in the friend zone.

Maybe it was because Dustin was your little brother and Eddie thought it would have been weird to date you because they were so close. Or maybe he just had no interest in you romantically whatsoever. That had to be it. If he was interested, he would have asked you out by now. And then you’d be snuggled up in his arms instead of playing this stupid game.

“My turn,” he smirked and this one seemed sweeter than the other one. “Truth or dare, sweetheart?” He let out a sigh as he leaned back onto the mattress.

“Truth,” you replied, curious as to what he was going to ask. Probably something ridiculous.

“Since we’re on the subject of kissing, how would you feel about kissing…me?” Your eyes widened and your brain short circuited at the words that come out of his mouth. You never thought the day would come, that it would only ever happen in your dreams.

Okay, so maybe Eddie had suggested this whole game just so he could kiss you because he had been too afraid to just go for it and plant one on you just because he wanted to. Your silence made him realize just how much of a line had crossed by even asking.

You shook your head, trying to get the words out of your head. You needed him to repeat himself in order to be sure that you were just imagining things.

“Sorry, what?” You asked and Eddie just chuckled, licking his lips before speaking again.

“I asked how you would feel about kissing me,” he repeated, leaning closer to you, his face only inches from yours. He wanted to kiss you? You never thought you’d see the day. You were sure that was only ever going to do that in your dreams.

“I think I’d pretty into it,” you nodded and Eddie fought a smile that was trying to come out on his face. He slowly leaned forward, pressing his hands to your cheeks, leaning forward even more, his lips ghosting over yours.

“This is okay, right? I’m not making you uncomfortable?” He whispered. You were always Eddie’s number one priority and he’d hate himself if he had ever made you feel uncomfortable or hurt you in any way. He loved you and he wanted to protect you, even if it was from himself.

He pushed some hair behind one of your ears, revealing your many piercings, more memories that you had made together. He had been there for you for every single one and he’d be there for you for many more.

“Not at all. Just kiss me, please.” Your words came out desperate and that made Eddie’s dick harder a little.

“Well, since you said please,” he smirked and finally placed his mouth on yours, his lips slotting between yours. They moved together in sync while your hands rested on his chest. The kiss was soft and sweet and nothing like you had imagined, considering the details he had given you about the girls he hooked up with, but you liked that you were getting that side of him.

Eddie pulled away before you were ready and pressed his forehead to yours, his brown doe eyes pouring into yours. His thumbs stroked your cheeks and a smile kicked up at the corner of his mouth.

“Was that good enough for you?” He asked, even though it was very much not good enough for him. He had just a little taste and was already growing addicted to the feeling of your lips on his.

“I’m not sure, I think I need a bit more.” As soon as the words left your mouth, Eddie’s lips were on yours again, this time rougher. This was what you had imagined; him taking whatever he wanted from you while you were there, pliant to his every touch.

His hands moved from your cheeks down to your waist, trying to pull you closer despite the fact that the both of you were sitting with your legs crossed. You pulled away and uncrossed your legs before climbing into Eddie’s lap, wrapping your legs around his waist.

Your lips were on his once again and his tongue swiped along your bottom lip and you opened up just enough to let him slide it inside. It swirled around your own tongue and his hands slowly moved to the bottom of your shirt, wanting to move underneath it, but he was unsure.

“God,” he practically moaned. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”

“You have?” Your eyes widened at his confession.

“Of course I have,” he licked his lips again. “Been wanting to kiss you since I found that you love Lord of the Rings, doll.” That was over a year ago. He had wanted to kiss you that long and you had no idea? You wondered why he hadn’t just gone for it because you definitely would have let him.

“I guess I should tell you that I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time too.”

“Aww, l/n, do you have a crush on me?” He winked and you just blushed. “Oh my god, that’s so cute.” He laughed and you just covered your face with your hands.

“Oh, no you don’t.” Eddie grabbed onto your wrists and pulled your hands away. “Need to see your pretty face, doll. Sorry, I guess I should have told you that I have a crush on you too.” Your brain short circuited at that. All of your fantasies were actually coming true. The man of your dreams could actually be yours.

“You like me?” Your face lit up and Eddie thought it was the cutest thing.

“So much,” he pressed a kiss to your lips. “Like, you have no idea.” Another one.

“Does that mean you…wanna be my boyfriend.” Eddie just let out a laugh at that and you weren’t sure what that meant.

“Y/n, of course I want to be your boyfriend. In fact, I’d be honored.” His hands moved up and down your hips reassuringly.

“So does that mean that I’m your girlfriend?”

“Sure does,” he winked. “If you want to be.”

“I wouldn’t want to be anything else, Eds.” You threw your arms around him with so much force that he fell back onto the mattress, you landing on top of him.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish, sweetheart.” You had straddled him without even thinking and were now very aware of what it looked like you were trying to do.

“Oh, I’m planning on finishing,” you smirked before pressing your lips to his in a messy kiss, catching his top lip between your two. You licked into his mouth, swirling your tongue around his as your hands trailed down his stomach and up his shirt, wanting to touch any inch of skin you could find. It was soft and warm and you loved the way it felt underneath your hands.

“Can I remove this?” You asked, moving your hands back to the bottom of his shirt.

“Please do.” Eddie leaned forward and held his arms up so you could take his shirt off with ease and you let it fall to the floor before reaching for the bottom of the hoodie, but hesitated once you realized that Eddie was going to see your body.

The confidence that you had just a few seconds ago immediately disappeared when you thought about the fact that you weren’t skinny. Sure, Eddie knew that you were fat, but it was going to be very different seeing you naked.

You weren’t the usual kind of girl he slept with. You had seen the girls that he had left with at parties and most of them definitely didn’t look like you. There were a slim few that did, but that didn’t exactly make you feel better.

You had been with too many people that saw you as toy that they could use then throw away when they were done. The kind of people who would sleep with you just to make themselves seem inclusive. The kind of people who would only claim you in the bedroom but would swear you to secrecy as soon as you left because they were ashamed to let anyone know that they actually slept with a fat girl. And you were done with that bullshit.

But Eddie wasn’t like that, not in the slightest. He was sweet and caring and you knew he would never judge you for what your body looked like. Even if he didn’t like the way you looked, he would have at least been a gentleman about it.

You closed your eyes and slowly removed your hoodie and set it beside you, hearing nothing but a gasp come from Eddie’s lips as he caught sight of your body.

“Fuck,” he said, his voice low and raspy. Your eyes widened then formed into a glare, putting your hands on your hips.

“Excuse me,” you asked in a confused tone. That was definitely not what you were expecting to hear. You weren’t exactly sure what your reaction should have been considering no one had ever responded that way to seeing your body.

“Fuck,” he repeated, more emphasis this time. Eddie leaned up from the bed then looked you up and down, taking his time to admire every inch of you. He knew that you were beautiful, but seeing you with almost no clothing on made you even more so. He loved your curves and the stretch marks that he so desperately wanted to run his fingers over.

“Doll-” he cut himself off, trying to find the right words, everything he was going to say getting jumbled up in his brain. “You’re a knockout.”

“You’re just saying that.” He was just being nice, you were sure of it. That was just who he was. He was a gentleman and everything he was saying was just because he didn’t want to hurt your feelings.

“No, no. You’re-fuck-you’re amazing.”

“Eddie, you don’t have to lie to me.”

“I may be a lot of things, sweetheart, but a liar isn’t one of them. And I’d be happy to show you just how fucking gorgeous I think you are.” As soon as the words left his mouth, you pushed him down on the bed, pinning him there as you pressed a bruising kiss to his lips.

“Then show me.” You pressed your lips to his again and his hand moved down to the waistband of your sweatpants, pulling them down to your thighs. You got them down the rest of the way and they fell to the floor. Eddie’s hands went to your ass as you unbuttoned his pants before moving off of him so he had more ease removing them.

Once he had them off, he reached for a condom and set it aside and removed his underwear then grabbed the condom and removed it from the pocket and rolled it onto his dick.

Eddie pressed his lips to yours, his hands moving to your back as he slowly lowered you to the mattress. His pressed open mouthed kisses to your skin, making his way to your neck. He gave the spot a gentle peck, another one to your jaw.

“Gonna make some pretty sounds for me?” He asked in a whisper, his lips right by your ears.

“Mhm,” you nodded and he pulled back to look at you. He hooked his finger under your chin and forced you to look into his eyes.

“Use your words,” he commanded and you couldn’t help but comply.

“Yes,” you nodded and he moved his lips back to your ear.

“That’s what I like to hear, princess,” he whispered before bringing your earlobe between his teeth, giving it the gentlest bite, causing you to let out a squeal.

He slowly moved himself down on top of you and took your hands in his and pressed a kiss to your lips before slowly trailing some back down your neck and to your shoulders. He found your first stretch mark and ran one of his fingers over it, hating that such a small mark made her feel so bad about yourself. If Eddie was being honest, he loved seeing them on people. It gave them character. He pressed a few kisses to the mark before moving on to her chest, moving his way to your other arm, pressing even more kisses to the other mark.

His lips moved further down your body until he got to her hips. He looked up at you and could see that your eyes were closed.

“Can I move these,” he asked, referring to your underwear and your eyes shot open as you nodded enthusiastically.

“Please do,” you urged and he moved them down just enough to where he could see the stretch marks across your stomach and at your hips. Those ones were more prominent than the others, more red.

“These are pretty,” he ran the fingers of both of his hands along the marks on your stomach, moving them down to your hips in a feather light touch.

“Really?”

“Beautiful,” he corrected, pressing a kiss to each one. He removed your underwear completely and let out a dramatic gasp at how wet you were.

“Sweetheart, is this all for me?”

“Well, it’s certainly not for me.”

“Well, I’m honored,” he grinned. “How about I reward you for being such a good girl today?” You liked that idea a lot and nodded eagerly.

He lined himself up with your pussy and grabbed onto your hips before pounded into you, causing you to let out a moan. “Oh, making your pretty sounds just like you promised, I see.”

“Oh, Eddie,” you moaned as he continued, his movements rough and hard just like you liked it. “Right there, baby, yeah.”

Eddie kept going, pumping his cock in and out of your cunt as you let out the most beautiful sounds he had ever heard and he made some of his own at the pleasure he was experiencing. You liked the way he sounded and knew that his moans would live in your head forever and maybe if everything went well, you’d be able to hear them whenever you wanted.

“Look at you,” he continued to pound into you. “Taking my cock so well, baby girl.” He leaned down and pressed a filthy kiss to your lips, his tongue slipping into your mouth as he did so, the thing roaming around as if he was looking for something as his hand moved to your tit, giving it a squeeze. He then began to massage your nipple with the pad of his thumb, just enough to make it hard, eliciting another moan from you. Once he got what he wanted, he leaned back up and pumped his dick in and out of you, the fastest and hardest he could.

“Oh, Eddie,” you moaned, gripping at his sheets. “Shit, so good.” He took that as an invitation to continue to fuck you the same way he had been, loving how wild it was driving you.

“Got one more in you, sweetheart?” He asked, pausing to see what your response was.

“One more, baby. And make it your best.”

After one more big thrust and your loudest moan yet, Eddie pulled out and got rid of the condom before helping you clean yourself up, being nothing but complimentary to you the entire time, telling you how good you did and how beautiful you were. It made you feel nothing but warm inside, making you feel special for once.

The two of you got under the covers, not even bothering to change into pajamas and Eddie pulling you to him, one hand resting on your back and the other smoothing the hair at the back of your head. He pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead then pulled back to look at you, your eyes meeting his.

“I love you.” The words came out so suddenly, but he meant every single one of them. He really did love you and had for a long time. He felt it anytime he was around you, his heart filling up with warmth. Now that he had actually said it, he really believed it, finally accepting that that was what he had been feeling for you all along.

You froze at his words, your eyes widening once again. He loved you? Not only did he want to be your boyfriend, but he also loved you? Your dreams really had come true.

And you loved him too. You loved him with every single part of you and had wanted to tell him for so long, but the words always got stuck in your throat. Now that he had said them first, you definitely didn’t think it was hard anymore.

“I love you too, Eds,” you replied and he pulled you into a kiss, this one deeper and sweeter than the others, as if he was pouring all the love he had for into it. Once he pulled away, you buried your face into his neck, letting sleep claim you, wondering what you were going to dream about now since you finally had everything you could have ever wished for right there in your arms.

[adventuringblind]

Fair Play

Oscar Piastri x Reader x Logan Sargent x Liam Lawson

Genre: fluff and crack (Look! I can write fluff!)

Summary: The quartet try to have a fun night out which lands them a trip to the emergency room.

Warnings: a hospital trip and Liam being an absolute menace

Notes: For @bad268, I hope you like it! I would like to point out that I've been to maybe two fairs in my life so this might be inaccurate.

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Going to a fair is not something the group gets to do often. The racing season keeps them all busy. The quiet moments are few and far between.

But it's summer break, and they have time to indulge themselves for a night. A nice relaxing night to forget about things and just enjoy each other's company. Like nothing could possibly go wrong.

How wrong they were.

"Haven't been to one of these in forever." Logan pulls his sweatshirt over his head. The colder air of the night breeze ruffling his hair.

Oscar, determined to stay in his eternal summer, is in his usual attire. "Have any of us ever been?"

"I've been a couple of times when I was younger." Says the female. Liam is spinning her around as they attempt to walk forward. "I was terrible at all the games and never won anything, though."

The three boys stop in their tracks. There is a playful smirk on each of their faces. "I swear, if you three make this a competition, I will lose it."

Liam drops his mouth open in feigned exasperation. "What if the intent is to be corny and win you a prize or something!"

"Well then, that's fine. I won't say no to being spoiled."

Liam hands her off to Logan as they make their way inside. The American is the gentlest of the three. He always makes himself available for comforting hugs.

The boy's beeline straight to where the games are. Not even sparing a glance in the direction of anything else. Typical competitive spirits. Three weeks with no racing means they have to get it out somehow.

She looks at Oscar in a desperate attempt to get his attention. Liam and Logan have launched themselves into another game and are not currently paying attention.

"What do you say to ice-cream, Osc?"

"I say lovely."

The two signal to the other boys and say they'll be back. Already wrapped up in their activity, they pay them no mind. Liam is gesturing wildly with his hands. A good indicator they won't notice they are even leaving.

"I feel like this is a bad idea."

"What is?"

"Leaving them on their own."

Liam and Logan are staring down some kind of bebe riffle shooter game. Not because of the game itself, but because of the prize they could potentially win.

The massive teddy bear sits behind the counter, taunting them. It's begging to be in the arms of another. Specifically, in the arms of their girl. It's begging to be cuddled by her.

"This should be easy for you, Lo!" Liam snickers and takes up a spot. "Being American and all."

Logan rolls his eyes, face completely blank. "Yes Liam, your over used joke is so funny and I'm laughing so hard." He can't keep the straight face for long and both boys end up laughing at themselves.

Liam picks up the rifle and is instructed to take a test shot. He attempts, with nothing to show for it. Logan descends further into laughter.

"Would you like a hand from someone who knows guns?" Liam groans as Logan takes a step forward.

"Maybe it's jammed-"

The plastic gun makes a clicking sound. Logan lets out a yelp and clutches his wrist. "Liam..."

"Logan, listen, we can talk this out!"

"You asshole! You shot me!"

In the distance, the other half is carrying back ice-cream for them. The sudden yelp causes the female to startle and nearly drop the two cones she is holding.

Oscar is somewhere between a laugh and a pained sigh. "I told you it was a bad idea."

She takes another lick from her ice-cream and look directly into Oscar's eyes. "I regret nothing."

Liam is trying desperately to fight back a laugh as the group converges together.

The female ditches her ice-cream in Liams hands and inspects Logans wrist. "You hurt the baby, Liam! How could you?”

“Y/n, he’s the oldest.”

“Doesn’t matter! Liam hurt the baby.” She begins to walk away with the boys in tow. “We’re heading to emergency because I don’t feel like hearing about this from Alex if Logan is hurt.”

Liam is trying to drive while Oscar sits passenger side still holding ice-cream. It’s dripping down his fingers at this point. An entertaining sigh to the two in the back.

Liam looks over at a red light, leans in obnoxiously close, and wiggles his eyebrows. “Hey Osc, can I lick it off your fingers?”

“Liam, I swear to god-“

The light turns green and Liam is once again speeding off to the nearest A&E.

The wait inside is long enough for them to actually finish the melting treat. People give them weird looks, but they are wrapped up in their own little bubble and couldn’t care less.

The nurses all giggle as they retell the story of what happened. The injury is hardly serious, but they wrap it all nice anyway. They ask if Logan would like a band aid at one point and he just groans (he whispered yes right before they left).

“You realize nobody is ever going to believe us, right?” Oscar looks towards Logan’s hand with raised eyebrows.

Logan groans again. “Do they have to? Could be our secret.”

As the female lifts Logan’s hand to her mouth to ‘kiss it better’, she leans over to whisper to him. “I don’t we can hide this one, babe. You have a crayon band-aid on.”

“Yeah, no, I’m telling everyone about this.”

“It was your fault!”

[esmerulia-chantelle]

— Kisses on the tip of the nose.

Quiet Acts of Love Series ft. Azul

— Inspired by @/novelbear's prompt list here.

"Nooo!! Why did I lose again?" You cry out as you reveal your cards down on the bed.

You were playing a card game with Azul and so far, he keeps winning every round.

"You're so lucky! Meanwhile, my luck is terrible."

"It's not luck, sweetheart. I'm just that good at playing cards." He smirks at you.

"Mmm..." You pout at him. "One more. One last round!"

Azul chuckles at you. "Hehe. Alright then. I do hope you're prepared because you owe me a lot, especially after you lose to me yet again."

"We'll see!" You say as you shuffle the cards with a determined look in your eyes.

After a few minutes—

"NOOOO!!!"

"Hehehe~ Looks like I win, for the tenth time."

"I thought I was about to win that one. It was so close!"

"Too bad for you, sweetheart. Now, it's time to claim my much awaited prize."

Azul pushes the cards away and pulls you close until you were sitting on his lap. His eyes twinkle with a bit of mischief as his lips curve into a teasing grin.

"Zul? What are you going to do?" You ask nervously as you blush.

"Nothing. Just... This." He quickly presses a kiss on the tip of your nose, surprising you.

"Ah!" You yelp.

"Hehe. You're so cute, you know that?"

He kisses you on the same spot again and again, which makes you giggle.

"Zul~ Are you tired of my lips?"

"No. I could never. But I just wanted to do this," he says as he leaves another kiss on your nose.

"But I also want here," you pout your lips at him to show where you want him to kiss you.

"You want it there? Hmm... I suppose I can indulge you."

Azul moves his lips closer to yours and your breath hitches in anticipation, before you feel something soft on the tip of your nose once more.

"Hehe~ Zul. You're such a tease," you say with a smile.

He lets out a laugh that sounds like music to your ears before finally kissing you on your lips.

"Is that better, sweetheart?" He asks you teasingly.

"Yes. Thank you!" You giggle.

Azul kisses you on your nose again in response which causes you to laugh at his cute antics. It was a series of kisses all over your face after that. Not that you mind.

Maybe later after he's finished with you, you'll get back at him with your own barrage of affections for him.

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[oneforthemunny]

I want to do primal play with cowboy eddie where he tracks me down on his horse and when he find me he hog ties me and spanks me over his lap on his horse

oh non.

what have you done.

you've got my wheels turning big time. holy shit.

18+ minors dni!!!!!!!!

you play 'hide and seek' always you hiding, always eddie finding you.

you have five minutes to hide. he puts it on a timer not he porch, going inside to wait for you.

"don't cheat, eddie!" you always squeal, and he always tells you he won't, and he doesn't. why would he? where's the fun in that.

you know you could head down the road, run down he dirt path and make it towards the road and really win, but you wouldn't be winning at all, truthfully. eddie wouldn't find you and then you'd win, and really, you didn't want to win.

so instead you hide- in the barn, in the fields, sometimes on the porch, once at the backdoor. you had unlocked it, waited until the timer shrilled and eddie went to the stables to get medusa, his beloved black mare, before slipping inside, cheekily waiting on the bed for hours.

this time, you snuck behind the barn, in your tall boots and little flashlight- eddie made you carry just in case. you pressed your back against the wood, hearing the shrill of the timer sound from the porch, eddie's heavy boots on the creaking planks of wood.

you hear medusa's neigh, hooves stamping on the ground and eddie's gruff whisper. "let's go find her, sweet girl. can't let her win, can we?"

you grin because you know he won't find you here, too close to the stables. he always went behind the pasture first.

or so you thought.

medusa's loud whine makes you jump, footing falling and stumbling into the barn. you pause, heart hammering in your ears, the light from the barn all that illuminates the night sky around you.

"hm," eddie hums, his voice getting closer. "maybe I don't need you after all."

your eyes squeeze shut, willing yourself to move. you can hear him getting closer and closer to the back door. the creaking of the door awakens your senses, heavy boots stomping through the tall grass towards the pastures. the boots are tall, rubber hitting the back of your knees with every pounding run.

eddie's hot on your trails, a salacious grin that shines in the moonlight, pounding towards you as you sprint towards the fence. your barely reaching for the wooden door before two rough hands grab you, yanking you and pulling you into his firm chest with a solid oomph.

"oh, you went too easy on me this time, girlie." eddie grins, hot breath tickling the back of your neck, making you squirm in his grasp. "you musta really wanted me to catch ya."

"no," you whine, though the aching between your legs tells you something different. "I fell! that shouldn't count! I had a really good hiding place." you stomp your boot on the ground, pouting up at him, bottom lip jutted in the light of the moon.

"oh, poor baby," eddie mocks, hands still gripping the fat of your hips. "I tell ya what, I'll only use my hand on you tonight, how's that?"

you pout but let him haul you back to the house, flinging you over his propped knee, peppering your ass with hard smacks like his own sort of prize- and in a way, it was. it was even more of a prize when he had you over the kitchen table, drooling and clawing at the wood while his cock split you open, soaking the floor beneath him in a puddle of your own release, hips snapping into the blazed, reddened skin of your ass.

it was your favorite game to play. even when you lost, you really won, always knowing it would end with you like this; ruined with an aching ass, while eddie fucked you relentlessly for hours.

[billthedrake]

MVP PRIZE

NOTE: This is a water sports story.

The season wasn't over, but the college football team had only the bowl game ahead. In another day or so, the players would be back on campus, getting ready with a workout and a final practice. For now, the university was quiet, dead quiet the day after Christmas, and on a dark winter evening the parking lot was empty except for a pick up truck and an SUV parked two spaces down.

"You're early," Kevin Fielding said to the quarterback, whose tall athletic body seemed bulkier now that he was bundled in his parka, shoulders hunched some to keep warm.

"Couldn't wait Coach," Brock Mullins said, his voice laughing some at how absurd he must look to the authority figure. "I've been thinking about this nonstop since Championships."

Coach Fielding nodded. He knew as much. The kid didn't even have to say. It had been in his eyes in that excited on-field celebration when they clinched the conference title. Mullins was a competitor through and through, but the incentive Coach had agreed to was every bit on his mind as much as winning the big prize.

He now fumbled with the key in the lock of the metal door to the field house. Their breath condensed in the cold night air and Kevin felt the quarterback's hand cup his meaty ass through the sweat pants.

"Not here, damnit," Coach hissed.

Brock pulled it back but was insufficiently chastised. "What, Coach? No one's around at this hour."

The man paused and looked at the jock. 22, dark haired, ruddy cheeked, handsome as fuck. Kevin had to get his head examined for carrying on an affair like this. But they don't grow quarterbacks like Mullins on trees, and they don't make young men so completely and effortlessly sexy like him either. "All right, Brock,"" he relented. "You earned the right to be a little naughty."

The QB shot him a surprised smile which turned into a leer as his wide hand went back to that muscular coach ass. When he'd started college, Brock thought he was bi, but this whirlwind thing with Coach had him realized he liked men. Real men. Older men.

Already those QB fingers were dipping beneath the waistband of Coach's sweats.

Rather than get a rebuke, Fielding exhaled an exited breath of air. He'd let Mullins call the shots WAY too much. But damnit those fingers felt nice, in their direct probing deep into Kevin's crack, and zeroing right on his hole, where Brock's index finger curled to taunt and play with the elastic assring.

"Fuck Coach... you have an amazing ass," the jock hissed quietly, maybe not worried about someone hearing, somehow. "Gonna miss this when I graduate."

"A good four months away, Mullins," Coach croaked. He liked to play gruff with the kid, but truth was he didn't know what he'd do once this stud went off to the greener pastures of the NFL.

"You're not getting romantic on me are ya, Coach?" the quarterback deflected.

Only then did Kevin notice a couple of gallon jugs next to his player's feet.

"Jesus, Brock!" he gasped.

The jock now blushed. "I just wanted to be prepared," he said, contritely. He read the look for pure fear in Coach Fielding's face. "Listen, we can call this off if you want."

Kevin gulped. "I never back away from a promise," he said. "You know that."

"Yeah, Coach," came the well trained reply.

Fielding took another look at the jugs and shook his head before opening the door and ushering Brock inside.

The player flicked on the halls lights while Coach locked up behind them. If anyone came, they could make up a plausible story. And if it wasn't plausible, people in this college town would believe anything these guys said. They were practically heroes around these parts. Across the whole damn state, even. The championship had only cemented the hero worship.

From the back, Kevin couldn't help but admire the jock. Over the last year, something had clicked. Brock carried more muscle on his tall frame and just, well, walked like a professional jock. It had taken a lot of conversations and convincing during the quarterback's freshman and sophomore years to get him to take leg strength training as seriously as the linemen on the team, but by junior year Brock realized that was part of the game too, for strength and balance alike.

Now, Mullins had an incredible bubble ass in those paper-thin jogger sweats, clenching with each stride. It was a quarterback's ass to be sure, but fuck...

They hadn't talked about how this would go down. But this was Brock's fantasy, so Kevin let him guide it. It had all sounded so crazy back in October, when after a long, almost romantic session in Coach Fielding's bed, the older man promised he'd indulge his quarterback's kinkier side if they won the big title. And if they won the BCS championship, anything was on the menu. Anything.

Kevin Fielding wouldn't have to worry about the "anything" now. Even after the team's incredible season, the team would have to content themselves for being Conference champs. But what a hell of a rush it was. First time in over a decade. Not only would this make Coach Fielding's job secure, it would certainly help in salary negotiation.

But it was about more than the money. Kevin lived and breathed football. Got a hardon for success on the field, and had since he was a tight end back in the day. He used to think he was a freak, getting sexually charged by a win, but it turns out he wasn't the only one. Hell, Mullins was right there with him.

They'd first fooled around - crossed that forbidden line between coach and player, authority figure and student - in this very shower. So it seemed fitting now that Brock was leading them back toward the shower entrance, setting down the jugs. They were gonna do this here. Brock's eyes were on his coach as they stripped down, just like they were suiting up for practice. It made Kevin feel like he was in college again, one of the guys, even if he had a bigger body now... more fit than beefy but still a middle aged body.

Objectively, Fielding knew he was a good looking masculine man. Thick head of dark hair, dark soulful eyes, trimmed beard, strong ex-jock build, masculine as fuck.

But Mullins was a Greek god of a jock, only thicker in his muscle than any ancient statue. NFL-sized muscle. Already Brock was peeling down those joggers, and Kevin's eyes widened to see that amazing long, thick bone stick up, horny as fuck.

Brocks smirked as he kicked off the sweats and faced the man. "Been holding off a few days, Coach," he said.

Fielding gulped. He always did, even a year and a half into their affair. It wasn't right that this golden boy was porn-star hung, but that QB cock was insanely long. When the kid was horny, which seemed practically all the time, Mullins neared the 10-inch mark. Not overly thick, but a regular-width, almost straight piece of jock meat.

"I can't believe I let you talk me into this," Kevin hissed as he peeled down his sweatpants. He wasn't Mullins hung, but his thick tool looked right on his thick, hairy bod.

The athlete nodded and his prick jerked. But even as he acknowledged Coach Fielding's hesitation, he felt the urgency that this just might happen. "I delivered for ya, Coach," he said, simply. Football was a team sport, and the championship belonged to everyone, but Mullins was MVP and there was no doubt their success relied on his ability and natural leadership.

"Yeah," Kevin replied, folding his clothes in a neat pile on the locker room bench. "In the shower?" he asked.

Brock cocked a grin. He picked the jugs up and followed Kevin into the tiled area.

Coach still didn't know how this was going to go down, not exactly. He watched Brock set down the water jugs and turn back to face him. The man almost chickened out, but he'd promised this to his quarterback. Moreover, the athlete was clearly excited, and the look on Brock's face made Kevin want to give this experience to the jock. Not just endure it.

"God, you're so hot, Coach," Brock said as he stepped up to Kevin and wrapped his arms around the man's solid waist. Fielding had been a quarterback in college, too, but he was much shorter, 5'11" to Brock's towering 6'6". Still, the jock pulled the man leaned down as he pulled his coach's naked body to him. They kissed, mouths parting and tongues connecting.

The make out session felt perfect to the older man, and he was so caught up in it that the first shot of warm liquid against his hair torso took him by surprise. He moaned into Brock's mouth as another jet of piss sprayed him.

"Fuck, this is so hot," the player gasped as he pulled back from the kiss. He looked down to see that thick coach muscle dripping with pale yellow drops.

Surprisingly it didn't freak Fielding out. It was just warm liquid and felt kind of pleasantly ticklish on his skin. "You holding back, Mullins?" he grinned.

Brock laughed. "It's hard to piss with a boner, Coach," he explained. "But fuck... my bladder is so full."

Kevin gulped. "Take your time, buddy."

The QB nodded. "I intend to. You're giving me my fantasy, Coach." He ran his hands up and down the older man's strong back, moving up his throwing hand to squeeze Fielding's meaty trap. "Why don't you kneel down?" he asked with clear need. "I'll get a towel for you."

Coach wished he was more turned on by this. But this was Mullins' show, his kinky fantasy. His dong was soft and thick, hanging between his hairy thighs as he knelt down on the folded towel Brock offered.

The jock meanwhile had lost only a little of his hardon. It stood out, not standing fully but long and menacing nonetheless. The slight loss of erection did the trick. The quarterback reached down and aimed his prick right at Coach Fielding's chest and let it rip.

"Jesus!" Kevin gasped as the hot spray hit his platelike chest muscle, the force making piss spray reach the bottom of his chin. He could smell it now, not acrid, but definitely salty urine.

It seemed to last an eternity, but in reality Brock's cock was bouncing up to full rigidity again. The spigot was turned off, and Kevin watched some stray drops of liquid fall from his player's cock tip. The kid really had an amazing dick.

"This is so frickin' hot," Mullins hissed as he looked down on this authority figure. He took a deep breath and added, "Close your eyes, Coach," he grunted.

"What?" Kevin asked. Not processing the request.

Brock's lust was making him impatient. "Come on, Coach. I won the fucking game. Close your eyes unless you want it to sting.

Nervous, Kevin did as asked. He clenched his eyelids tightly. Brock Mullins was a kinky fucker, more kinky than Fielding liked. But he could do this.

Brock held his monster dick and tightened his abdominal muscles to press down on his still very full bladder. The piss traveled through his urethra and shot out in a high arc that actually went well over Kevin Fielding's head until Brock pushed his prick down to hose down his coach from the forehead to the chin and back, before he unclenched his abs.

"Fuck!" the QB gasped. He'd fantasied about watersports, but this was hotter in real life even.

Kevin sensed the piss stop and opened his eyes, braving the quick sting before he refocused on his athlete. Brock had a look of excitement, but also surprise as his eyes were focused downward.

"You like this Coach," he said in in astonishment. "You're hard as a rock."

Kevin was still processing this. But Brock was right, his coach dick was very stiff between his thighs. The man felt used but in a good way, his body fur soaked with the first rounds of jock piss. It felt wild and taboo.

The man leaned up, showing off his boner to the kid. "Guess so, stud," he hissed. "Fuck!"

Brock smirked. He didn't give Coach any warning this time, but it wasn't a full piss, just a quick shot of urine he let loose. He didn't have careful aim but some splash on Kevin's chin, briefly reaching his lips.

"Jesus," the man grunted. Leave it to his star player to show him some new tricks. He looked up at Brock, their eyes connecting in shared sexual excitement. Fielding felt more than a little ashamed and a lot vulnerable. But Brock's eyes told him that the kid was into this even more that Kevin was going along with it.

Maybe the thrilled look in those hazel eyes made Kevin open to it, but as he looked up, he opened his mouth and ran his tongue along his lips. Instantly, he could taste what Brock's piss was like.

"Damn, Coach," Brock hissed. "Merry fuckin' Christmas to me."

The coach laughed as he leaned back up. "Not as bad as I feared, Mullins," he admitted.

This was beyond a dream come true for Brock. With any other man, the piss play would be hot, but having THIS man open to it was a dream come true. "Plenty more where that came from Coach," the QB said.

"I bet," Kevin said then looking over the athlete's nude torso, he asked. "You still feeling full, Brock?"

The jock nodded. "I drank a lot of water on my way over."

The man's eyes went back to that massive dick. Hard, but losing just enough of its rigidity to let loose again. He took in a deep breath. It was now or never, he decided. "Just go easy," he warned as he leaned forward and latched his lips over the tip of Brock's dick.

"Oh shit!" Brock gasped. Then, "Oh yeah..." He felt the soft tap of the man's tongue. He'd experienced coach's oral skills a lot but this was different. The quarterback worried he was gonna get too hard quick, so he just let loose with a stream before his thumb and forefinger cut off the spigot.

Kevin Fielding's dick jerked in excitement at the first contact of Brock's piss on his tongue. It wasn't that it tasted good, just the opposite. But it was the forbidden nature of the act that turned Coach on. It was a crazy intimate experience. Maybe Kevin had a kinky streak too, because he swallowed the urine and pulled off with a hungry look.

"Damn, buddy," he said, his tone almost complaining. He was a little upset that Brock had showed him he liked this, at least if it was Mullins doing the pissing.

Brock was almost hyperventilating. THIS was hands down the hottest sex of his life. The only bad thing was the quarterback might have a hard time going back to vanilla. "God, you're really fucking in to this, Coach."

Kevin felt emboldened now. He didn't answer other than to lean back to latch his mouth over that dong once more.

Brock released his pinching grip and shot another spurt into Coach's gulping mouth. It took just a few seconds for the two men to get a rhythm going, Brock easing the release of just the amount of piss that Kevin swallowed in loud gulps, each swallow turning both men on more.

Finally the flow stopped and Brock stepped back, his hardon swaying. "Too fucking horny to piss," he explained.

"You got anywhere to be, Mullins?" Kevin asked. Surprising himself, but damnit he wanted more of Brock's piss. It was a headfuck that he was enjoying.

Brock laughed. "Nah, Coach. Glad you're up for a longer session. I did NOT expect this."

"Me either, kid," Fielding laughed. His brown eyes grew more serious. "You think less of me, Mullins?"

Brock shook his head. "The opposite, man. Fuck..." The athlete wished he had a bigger vocabulary, but the swear word captured his state of mind, horned up and his mind more than a little blown. He looked down on his kneeling coach. "You really up for this, Coach?"

Kevin gulped and nodded. He watched as Brock methodically picked up one of the jugs and undid the plastic lid, popping it open and tipping up the whole thing to his mouth. It was like Mullins was at football practice on a hot August day, the way the kid gulped it down. Not all in one go, but the Coach watched half of the jug disappear down the hatch before Brock pulled it back to take a break, then resuming. The whole time, the athlete's cock was rock hard. No way was he pissing anytime soon, and both men seemed to know that when Brock finally set down the empty jug, his bladder making his lower belly swell a bit.

Piss or no, Fielding was back on that cock. Now bobbing up and down on the stick to give the kind of blow job that he knew Brock liked for longer sessions. Enough stimulation, enough pleasure, without tripping the kid's wires too quickly. The young man spread his legs and looked down on the coach fellating him.

"Can't wait to piss in your mouth again, Coach," he hissed, running his fingers in Kevin's hair, which was still damp from Brock's hosing. "Tell me we're gonna do more of this.... tell me this isn't the last time you're gonna drink my piss."

Kevin felt his heart pound. He realized this was driven by his desire for the golden boy was much as it was an innate love of watersports. But leave it to Brock to make him question that distinction. He spit out the prick and growled. "It's not going to be the last time I drink your piss."

Brock grinned and contracted his abs once more. A hard jet of pale yellow splashed right on Kevin's face.

"Fuck yes," Kevin growled. He was fucked up to get into this shit, but he now moved his head around, just as Brock was directing his stream all over from the thick hair to the mouth.

"Take it, Coach," Brock grunted. The spray stopped but as he watched Coach Fielding's mouth descend again, a beeline to that beautiful cock, Brock redoubled the pressure and pissed right into Coach's open mouth. Kevin let it pool in his mouth then gurgled it down.

Both seemed disappointed when the stream finally stopped.

"Need a break," Brock explained, apologizing. "Maybe you can suck me some."

Coach Fielding grinned. "Can definitely do that.... but you're more an ass man. Mullins."

That giant dick jerked. He knew what Coach was offering. "Yeah, I am."

Kevin had an impish look as he ran his mitt up and down that piss wet dong. "Championship MVP deserves a fuck."

"Shit..." Brock's voice was catching in his throat. The was a lot of things to navigate fooling around with his coach. Boundaries, respect... all the football stuff that could be thrown off balance by the sex. They'd tiptoes around a LOT the first year of their affair, but now had reached a good vibe. On the field or in the locker room, Coach Fielding called the shots, but in the sack, Kevin Fielding let his Golden Boy get his way.

"You got the stuff?" Brock asked. They'd experimented with a lot of lubes, and found a favorite.

"In my office," Kevin said. "You think you can take a break from the piss?"

Brock thought a half second. "I need to cum pretty bad, actually. I'm SO worked up right now."

"I can tell," Fielding grinned. He got up off the kneeling position and reached over to turn on the shower. He'd want a quick rinse not to get the remnants of Brock's piss everywhere. His player meanwhile strutted out of the shower, making his way back to Coach's office to set up. There was a spare mat they'd used to fuck before, mating right there on the floor of Coach Fielding's office.

The coach was a little contemplative as he turned off the shower. He was a little scared of himself and how out of control he'd gotten. Pissplay and fucking right here in the fieldhouse. But the naughtiness was a turn on.

No need to dry himself off, Kevin padded his way to his office, dripping on the linoleum-tiled floor on the back to the metal and glass door. He could lose his job over this, but somehow knew he wouldn't. Just as people wouldn't know Brock Mullins was a star athlete into other dudes and with a kinky side. The young man would probably make waves in the NFL and if luck and talent and hard work won out, he'd enter the pantheon of elite quarterbacks.

And if the jock ever needed a piss buddy, Kevin Fielding knew he'd take whatever booty call the younger stud made.

His big muscular body shook in that realization and he took another deep breath before opening his own office door and stepping inside.

(TO BE CONT.)

[milaisreading]

Random scenarios between the manager and Blue Lock (pt II)

Warnings ⚠️: none in particular. Reader uses she/her. Requests are open

Characters: Rin, Yukimiya, Aryu, Karasu, Otoya, Niko, Hiori and Kurona

⚽️Blue Lock belongs to:Muneyuki Kaneshiro and Yusuke Nomura⚽️

Part I

Rin:

"What are you writing?" Rin asked out of curiosity as he sat down at (Y/n)'s table to eat.

"Just some stuff Ego-san ordered. Can you believe the U-20 match is next week? I am so excited to see you all play!" Rin looked at the girl passively, since he was more worried over different things concerning the game. For example his brother. Itoshi Sae is a well known name in Japan, and the older Itoshi was admired by both boys and girls. That was the part that worried Rin more than the actual game. What if (Y/n) saw his big brother play and decided to leave Blue Lock? What if she picked Sae over him? Sae took so many things and people away from him in the past, he couldn't let that happen again!

"Rin! Your food is getting cold!" The boy jumped at that and looked down at his food in confusion.

"Oh..."

"Anyways, as I was saying I am excited to see you all play. The U-20 will be no match against you guys!" (Y/n) said in confidence, knowing her friends are unstoppable. Rin gulped and waited for a moment before finally speaking up.

"Not even Itoshi Sae?"

"Not even him. You guys will show him what Japan is about."

Rin's eyes widened for a second and he slowly nodded his head.

'I think I am safe... (Y/n) is only here for me, not big brother. That's how it all should be.

Yukimiya:

It was one of the rare weeks where the Blue Lock team was allowed to go home and spend some time with their families and friends. (Y/n) did her usual routine when she was home: sleep, eat, go out and watch movies with her father at night. Today she was doing it a little differently, since Yukimiya called her the previous day saying he would be in Shibuya today, so they agreed to meet up.

"It's quite cold today. The one time I go out, this is the weather." Yukimiya sighed as (Y/n) laughed a little as she fixed up her scarf.

"Ahh~ it's nice though! It is November after all, so the coldness is really welcoming." The girl commented as she looked up at the sky.

"S-so... where should we go?" Yukimiya wondered, looking nervously at the ground, realizing again that he was alone with (Y/n) today. No Ego or Anri to call her for help, no Blue Lock player asking for the most random things of the girl or pulling her away from her job, it was just them.

'This feels like a date... well from the outside we do look like a couple.' Yukimiya sighed sadly as he adjusted his glasses.

'Wish it was true.'

"What do you say?" (Y/n) suddenly asked and the boy woke up from his thoughts, looking apologetically at her.

"Sorry, I was thinking about something. What were you saying?"

"It's alright. I just want to know if you want us to go to a arcade nearby. They have a food court too." (Y/n) explained and Yukimiya nodded his head with a sheepish smile.

"Sure, that sounds great. I am very good at that basketball game that's always in arcades, you know?" Yukimiya said proudly.

"Really? Maybe you will win the grand prize today. I like more the video games there."

The two continued talking about the various arcade games they could play.

'Maybe we aren't now a couple... but maybe by the next time we visit this place.' Yukimiya thought as his face turned a bright pink.

Aryu:

(Y/n) pouted as she watched the Blue Lock players having a practice match against each other, and while she was usually always excited to see her friends play, she couldn't help but look at one person in envy and awe.

'His hair is so pretty, it looks so soft too! I want that hair... but I also wonder what it is like to touch...'

(Y/n) kept on subtly staring at Aryu, who was pretty much unaware at the looks the girl kept on sending him.

'New mission! Ask Aryu to braid his hair!' (Y/n) nodded to herself and went back to her duty.

Later that day, the girl was sitting with Karasu and Baro eating her dinner.

"Aren't you going to eat that? Your soup is getting cold." Baro wondered, pointing at (Y/n)'s meal. The girl looked away from Aryu's form and nodded at him.

"S-sure!"

"You have been acting weird all day. Are you alright?" Karasu asked,earning a curious look from Baro.

"You are getting enough sleep? Hope you aren't tiring yourself out."

"Yeah, also you should eat more. My food has a lot of protein!" Karasu said as (Y/n) tried to protest his offer, but Baro already did that for her.

"Mine is better, move."

"No, you do."

'Not now- Aryu is leaving!' (Y/n) turned her attention from the two and at the brown haired boy. Taking a deep breath, (Y/n) got up from her seat and ran after Aryu, the other two not noticing the girl was even gone.

"Aryu! Wait!"

Surprised by (Y/n)'s yell, the boy stopped and looked back, worried that something had happened to her.

"Is everything alright? Do you need help with something?" Aryu wondered.

(Y/n) stopped in front of him and took a deep breath.

"I... I actually wanted to ask you something..." The girl started with a red face, keeping an eye on his hair. Now Aryu was the nervous one, since this scene reminded him a lot of the ones in romcom movies.

'Is she going to confess her love to me? Breath Aryu, you can't mess this up! Just say calmly that you like her back-'

"Can I braid your hair? Please!"

"Huh? My hair?" Aryu raised his eyebrow, a little disappointed that it wasn't a confession.

"I know it sounds weird. But it looks so pretty and soft, I really want to braid it. Sorry, it's stupid."

Aryu chuckled at her rambling and patted her head.

'She is so adorable!'

"Sure. My haircomb is in my room. Come on." Aryu smiled and pulled (Y/n) along.

'It went better than expected!' The girl thought.

'So my hair is her weakness? Good to know! Now I know what to use when I want her attention. Braiding hair is such a couples activity.'

Karasu:

'Who in their right mind is already training?! It's not even time for them to be up!' (Y/n) thought as she walked to the main training room. It was 7 am right now and the boys would usually be woken up at 8, so seeing someone inside right now worried the girl.

(Y/n) slowly nodded the door and looked around the place, nothing was made a mess, everything was just like she had left the night before. The only thing that was different is that on the field were a few footballs and Karasu was kicking them over and over again.

"Karasu! What are you doing here so early? You should really be resting and not overworking yourself."

The boy sat down on the ground and sighed, clearly annoyed with something. The girl raised her eyebrow and sat down across from him. She decided to keep quiet for a while, wondering how to start the conversation.

"Soo... is there a reason you are up so early?"

"I am training."

"And why? You still have an hour more of sleep." (Y/n) said again and Karasu sighed.

"I guess I just want to keep up with everyone. Everyone on the team is so extraordinary and over the top with their skills."

"So are you? I mean, you wouldn't be here if you weren't."

Karasu kept quiet for a moment and then spoke up again, clearly frustrated.

"No... at least I don't think so, I can just feel it."

"Do you feel that all the time? Or just at times?" (Y/n) raised her eyebrow as Karasu stopped to think that over.

"I think... I don't know I just feel it at times."

The blue-eyed boy admitted, a little embarrassed.

"We all have those days where we feel down and not food enough. Karasu, you are more than enough for Blue Lock and for Japanese football. You are doing a great job already, don't overwork yourself for some fleeting feelings."

Karasu kept quiet for a moment as he stared at (Y/n), feeling his heart beat a little faster as her words played through his head.

'I am more than enough? Am I...'

"Am I more than enough for you?" Karasu asked, almost instantly regretting the words as he realized how weird it sounded. (Y/n), thinking he meant it in a football related way quickly nodded her head.

"Of course! You are doing great. I am sure soon clubs around the world will be fighting for you to play for them." The girl said with a grin. Karasu sighed in relief,feeling some form of relief wash over him.

'God I love her!'

Otoya:

"So many people..." (Y/n) muttered as she peeked from the entrance into the conference room. It was merely a few hours before the great match between Blue Lock 11 and U-20 Japan, and Anri had ordered her to take some notes while her and Ego were questioned. The teams were in their locker rooms, so (Y/n) really didn't have much to do anyways... well everyone except for one person was in the locker room.

"What are you looking at?"

Jumping up, (Y/n) looked up to find Otoya standing above her.

"Me? I have to take some notes for Teieri-san and Ego-san for late- Why are you not with the others?!" (Y/n) whisper-yelled at the boy, who just shrugged his shoulders.

"I didn't feel like staying in there when you are all here alone... around the U-20 group of all people." Otoya said, rolling his eyes at the thought of them.

'Not even we are that obnoxious...'

"So? They are here to play, nor make idly conversations with random girls." (Y/n) argued back, already more composed. Otoya sighed at her words and pinched her cheeks.

"Ow!"

"So cute and naive, (Y/n). You have no idea how these guys work."

"And you do?" (Y/n) flinched as her cheeks were finally free from his hold.

"Yes I do."

"How?"

"I just do." Otoya said back. Although he did sound smug at the moment, internally he was panicking that (Y/n) might possibly catch interest in one of their rivals. He wouldn't really blame her for that.

'These are all professional players and meanwhile I am... I am just me I guess...'

"You really don't need to worry. I will keep my eyes on you guys anyways." (Y/n) suddenly spoke up, leaning against the wall.

Otoya kept quiet, looking nervously around the hall as (Y/n) continued.

"Besides, who would look at them when we have literal monsters in Blue Lock. So don't put yourself down or worry about me. I can handle it." The girl patted his arm as Otoya let out a nervous sound of agreement.

'I hate that I can barely speak to her properly... but at least I know she won't abandon me... us for the U-20 or anyone.' Otoya thought, eventually smiling and leaving for the locker room.

'She looks really cute in our official uniform. Wonder how cute she will look like with my jersey.'

Niko:

"You should have stayed and rested for the day. I can handle myself." Niko coughed out as (Y/n) shook her head, pushing the boy down onto the bed so that she should sleep again.

"Don't be rediculous, I am not leaving you with a fever all alone here. The medics are always fine when I stay behind and help. So there is no need for you to worry. Just lay down, I will bring you tour medicine." (Y/n) said calmly and went to the cupboards, looking through them as Niko stared at her the whole time. He sighed dreamily as he watched (Y/n) move from spot to spot, worry evident on her face until after she finally opened a different cupboard  and she visibly relaxed.

'Probably had a hard time finding the medicine. She worries too much, but... that's her charm I guess. That's why Ego-san probably hired her.' Niko thought as his face got redder and he smiled to himself.

'She always gives her all into helping us and barely ever asks for anything in return, just for us to stay safe on the field while we play.'

"Here you go! Finally found the medicine!"

Niko watched in slight amusement as (Y/n) cheered and handed him the capsules and a glass of water.

"Thank you.." Niko said as he sat up and took the thing from her hands.

"Alright, you stay here and rest. I need to go and tell the cooks to make something for your fever. Maybe a nice chicken soup or udon noodles., what do yoh prefer?" (Y/n) mused to herself as Niko shook his head.

"You don't need to think so much about it. Whatever you pick is fine."

"Huh? Don't be stupid, you are sick so you tell me what you want." (Y/n) said leaning down to whisper something to Niko.

"Don't tell anyone, but I barely ever follow the list Teieri-san gave me when you guys are sick. So spoil yourselves with some food you like while you can."

'So close! Did she always smell so nice?!' The black-haired boy held back squeal as he silently said 'udon' and (Y/n) nodded her head.

"Alright! I will be back in a bit. Don't do anything stupid and stay in the room~" (Y/n) called out, already bolting out of the room to get him his dinner.

Niko watched her disappear in a haze and he laid his head on the pillow again.

'She is so cute when she smiles!'

Hiori:

'So cute~' (Y/n) thought as she finished reading a book Anri had bought her. It was a romance book where the boyfriend made a grand surprise for his girlfriend after they were separated for months. He organized a whole dinner date and got a pretty bouquet before he proposed, (Y/n) quietly cheered as the girl said yes.

'This was so adorable... wish there was someone who would do this for me.' (Y/n) sighed as she put the book away, playing with a lose strand of hair as Hiori approached her.

"Are you alright? You seemed quite happy a few minutes ago..." The blue-haired boy asked, sitting down next to (Y/n).

"Hmm? Yeah, I just read this book where a guy made a grand surprise for his girlfriend when she returned home after months. It was so adorable."

"Sounds sweet... but why are you sad about it? It sounds considerate of him." Hiori wondered, trying to pick the right words.

"Ah... I guess I just wish something like this will happen to me one day." (Y/n) admitted, which did get Hiori's full attention now.

"You want someonw to propose?"

"Huh? No, not that part... well not now. The The bouquet part would be nice... I know it kind of sounds stupid." (Y/n) admitted. Hiori kept quiet as he thought over her words. He didn't have a lot of time to question you as Karasu and Kurona ran up to where they were and pulled (Y/n) away to help with something.

'Let's see...' Hiori thought, quickly taking the book and tried to find that specific part.

'The proposing part I will do in a few years. For now the bouquet will do, maybe I can ask Teieri-san to help me out.'

A few days had passed since that incident happened and (Y/n) basically forgot about the conversation she had with Hiori. The boy didn't though, and after a awkward time of asking Anri for help, the boy finally got a bouquet of (f/f).

'Just calmly approach her...' Hiori thought, gulping nervously as he walked to his room, knowing (Y/n) was probably there.

'Teieri-san did say Aryu asked her to braid his hair.'

The blue-eyed boy slowly opened the door, where sure enough (Y/n) was, along with Aryu, Bachira, Chigiri and Isagi. Nagi was there too, but he was asleep as it seemed.

"Hiori! You are back sooner than usually!" The boy cursed at how loud Bachira can be, now feeling embarrassed as all eyes were on him.

"What do you have there? Flowers?" Chigiri raised his eyebrow as the boy walked up to them with the flowers.

"Ah! It's (f/f) too! Did a fan send them?" (Y/n) asked excitedly, abandoning Aryu's hair to look at the flowers, to which the boy pouted.

"No... I actually asked Teieri-san to get them for you. You did say you wanted a bouquet the other day soo..." Hiori trailed off as he felt both embarrassed and intimidate by the stares he was getting.

"I... Thank you so much, Hiori! They are beautiful!" (Y/n) exclaimed as Hiori handed them to her.

"Thanks, I will put them in vase!" The girl said as she ran out of the room. The boy had a content smile on his face, ignoring the daggers and poking he was receiving from the five other boys, and yes the commotion caused Nagi to wake up.

'Ahh~ her smile is so adorable!'

Kurona:

One thing (Y/n) didn't enjoy after moving to Germany for the internship at Bastard München was the ever-changing weather Munich had to offer. She was looking outside her window as the rain kept falling down for the past 3 hours, and it wasn't showing signs of stopping either! Pouting she looked down on the streets again, seeing a few people walk by and that was about it.

'This is boring.'

As if on cue, there was a knock on her dorm room and a familiar voice came from the other side.

"(Y/n), are you free to hang out. I was bored in my room."

"Sure! The door is unlocked, Kurona!" The girl smiled, finally she wouldn't have to suffer in this weather alone. The redhead walked inside and looked just as depressed as she was.

"The weather sucks, man it was sunshine just yesterday." The boy pouted and sat on the couch as (Y/n) joined him.

"I know! And today on our day off it has to be so gloomy... well can't change it now. Want to watch something?" (Y/n) wondered as Kurona thought about it for a moment, then nodded his head.

"Sure, I found a channel where they show anime in Japanese."

"Great!"

And that was basically how they spent the rest of the afternoon, watching some random shows and talking about the things that happened during the past few days. The more they talked, the more Kurona was growing insecure though, since he felt like he was doing too much.

'Maybe I am talking too much right now... should I stop? Should I have said that one thing?'

As if sensing his distress, (Y/n) spoke up.

"It's really nice seeing you talk so freely. You should do it more often."

Kurona looked at her in surprise for a moment, then spoke up.

"Really? You don't think it's boring or something?"

"No. I like talking to you, I hope you open up more. Your voice is also soothing."

The last part caused the boy to blush a little and he nodded his head.

"A-alright..."

'It felt nice hearing that... knowing I am not annoying her... I will definitely open up more, if it will make (Y/n) happy.'

[cinnaamon]

ETHAN LANDRY HEADCANONS

pairing: ethan landry x fem!reader

warnings: really fluffy, in a world where gf doesn't exist, implied fem!reader like once (ethan having the nickname "mamas" for reader)

synopsis: what i think dating ethan landry is like !

— definitely shy before asking you out and when you guys first start dating

— he asks chad for help on how to ask you out because he's completely clueless

— chad definitely made fun of him

— "dude, stop being so paranoid and just ask her out!" "what?! she's definitely going to say no!" "with that mindset, yeah."

— when he finally does get the courage to ask you out, he's all nervous

— "would you-uhm..maybe want to..go out with me sometime? i just think you're really funny and beautiful..!"

— ethan's flabbergasted that you said yeah..

— idk i feel like for the first date he would do something casual

— (i feel like all dates with him would be casual tho..)

— dates can include, breakfast/lunch/dinner, sleepovers, study dates, movie nights, or going out someplace !

— when you guys go out to eat, he doesn't bring you to fancy places

— but not cheap places either

— he always insists on paying but you argue back

— "let me pay for it!" "ethan, you always pay! let me!" "no!"

— you end up winning the argument and you both split the bill

— for sleepovers, i feel like it would evolve from another date, you know?

— like it could start out as a dinner date, but you both lost track of time and it's late so ethan offers for you to stay over

— if you sleep over at his house, he would give you clothes to borrow!

— if you're at your house, the clothes he gave you to "borrow" would be there so you'd just give him that to use

— study dates would definitely be his idea

— "hey, we haven't had a date in awhile!" "you're right, let's come over to my place and have a study date!" "babes.."

— ethan enjoys them while you're suffering

— you'd try to distract him with kisses and he would be so close to giving in

— eventually he does lol

— you guys totally have movie nights often

— i would say this is what usually causes sleepovers

— i firmly believe that ethan loves romcoms..is it just me?

— he's a sucker for romantic stuff, but he also loves to get a good laugh in here and there

— ok but i have a feeling that his fav romcom would be murder mystery but like that's my opinion..

— other than romcoms, other movies he's obsessed with watching includes the corpse bride, alvin and the chipmunks, despicable me, and any spiderman movie

— when you guys feel bored, you guys would just go hang out as a date

— he would 100% bring you to arcadesss

— always tries to challenge you in the basketball or air hockey games

— if he wins and gets all the tickets, he'd feel so bad and proud of himself

— he would feel so bad to the point he would get you something from the ticket prize counter:D

— "what do you want?" "ooh, get me a tattoo or sticker!" "okay!"

— he loves cuddles

— he's not very fond of showing affection in public (unless somebody gets touchy with you..), but in private?

— he's all over you

— i feel like ethan prefers being the little spoon, but he can be the big spoon if you want

— calls you nicknames like babe, pretty, baby, gorgeous, and sometimes mamas (as a joke obvi)

— that one tiktok audio that's like "mamá y papá" is something anika, chad, or tara would do with y'all

— doesn't really get jealous, but if they get a little TOO close, best believe he's grabbing you by your waist and kissing you

— "babe, who's this?" "oh, just some guy from my history class! we have a project together and we were discussing it!" "hm.."

— but yeah, he's also really clingy

— you could be cuddling after school, and when you say you have to go someplace, he would not let you go

— "i promised my friends that i would go shopping with them for prom today!" "cancel on them." "ethan!"

© cinnaamon, do NOT repost on any platform without my permission. you will be blocked and exposed.

[cirilla-fiona-riannon]

These translations are not intended as a replacement for the game. Please support Cybird by buying their stories. Expect grammatical errors.

While walking around town on a date with Prince Silvio, I saw a corner bustling with activity.

Silvio: "It's an event where you can enter a raffle based on the total amount you spend shopping."

Emma: "So that's what the ticket I got when I shopped earlier was for?"

Townsman: "The first prize is this one-of-a-kind gorgeous tea set!"

In the center of the crowd, a beautiful, delicately crafted, blue color tea set shone brightly.

(Wow, you can win that in the lottery!?)

Emma: "Prince Silvio, can I try?"

Silvio: "You look like you're having a lot of fun with this lottery. Go on."

Emma: "I'm going to win the first prize!"

I lined up at the back of the crowd, and after a few minutes of waiting, it was finally my turn.

Townsman: "You're next. Go ahead, draw one of these."

(Which one should I choose? This is making me nervous.)

I picked one of the tiny shells from the box offered to me.

Emma: "This one! What's the prize?"

Feeling anxious, I checked the underside of the shell and found the words "8th" written on it.

Townsman: "Ah, too bad! The 8th prize is a participation prize. Here, it's a discount coupon you can use in town."

Emma: "Thank you!"

After the drawing, I rushed over to him.

Emma: "It was a participation prize!"

Silvio: "Getting the first prize is not that easy, you know?"

Emma: "I thought I could win it since you're with me."

Silvio: "You've got a lot of guts to make me your lucky charm."

As a punishment, he roughly tousled my hair.

Silvio: "Do you want to draw again?"

Emma: "No, once is enough."

Silvio: "I thought you wanted it?"

Emma: "Of course I wanted it, but I'm more interested in the thrill of not knowing what I'm going to win."

Silvio: ".........."

Emma: "What's wrong?"

Silvio: "I just thought it was a typical thought from someone who is not materialistic."

Silvio: "Let's move on to the next store."

Emma: "Got it! Thanks for sticking with me."

Emma: "Then, let's go to..."

I spread out the map I had marked and returned to our date.

A few days later, he came to my room carrying something mysterious.

Emma: "What's that expensive-looking box?"

The excessively decorated box made it difficult to gauge its purpose just by looking at it.

Silvio: "It's a raffle. You drew it the other day, right?"

Silvio: "I thought maybe I could come up with some clever business idea using this. So go along with me."

I couldn't keep up with the sudden turn of events, but the last words reminded me of something.

(Did he make it because I mentioned I enjoy it?)

(But then again, nothing is impossible with this guy.)

I spoke up to cover up my smile.

Emma: "If that's the case, I'm happy to help!"

Seeing him smile with satisfaction made me happy, too.

Silvio: "Drawing alone would be boring, so I've also prepared some prizes."

Emma: "It's not something expensive, is it?"

Silvio: "Ha? It's not like that. You wouldn't accept it even if I prepared it for you."

Silvio: "It's something you're more likely to enjoy."

Emma: "What is it?"

Silvio: "Well... you know, things like roses, sweets... ah, something like that."

(He suddenly started slurring his words. And I feel like he's getting restless.)

(I guess I'll find out if I draw one.)

Silvio: "Tch, forget it! I changed my mind!"

Emma: "What? Why!?"

Emma: "You even prepared prizes, so at least let me draw once."

Silvio: "No. Let's do it next time."

(He's getting so agitated it's making me even more curious!)

(Is there something strange or unusual among the prizes?)

(But if he's not letting me draw even once for that reason, then perhaps the prizes aren't things in the first place.)

(Considering he knows I'm not materialistic, he'd probably choose...)

Emma: "Could it be that the prizes are somehow related to you?"

Emma: "Maybe a coupon to have a drink with you?"

Silvio: ".........."

Emma: "Or like words of love from you."

Silvio: "Hey, I said it's over already!"

(This mix of embarrassment and anger confirms it!)

Emma: "You really know what I want."

(He probably thought hard about it and made it while feeling embarrassed.)

Just the thought of it made me smile. I felt like I might even burst out laughing.

Emma: "Fufu, thank you."

I kissed his cheeks several times to express my joy and gratitude.

Silvio: "You always do things so suddenly..."

Emma: "Well, now that I know what's inside, I'll draw!"

Silvio: "When did you get the box!? Hey, give it back!"

Emma: "Nope!"

(There's no way I'd let go of it now that I know it's a box full of his love.)

I put my hand inside the box while evading Silvio.

Feeling more excited than any other previous time, I carefully selected a single seashell.

[isolaradiale]

. . . . .

"Mmhm, I see, I see... Your father did tell us you had a bit of a mishap with your art project. We couldn't help coming to give some advice." Solaris muses, circling the diorama of the city. Currently, it's been moved to a coffee table.

"Yes, he told me I should try and spin it as if I had done such a thing on purpose. But I don't see how I could possibly..." "Oh, we had an idea for that!"

Mimosa flutters from behind, resting her hands on Janus' shoulders. The glint of mischief hiding in her rosy glasses does not escape his notice.

"We could help you mirror it in the city proper, you know!" "What?" "It's an interesting theory. The structures you made still stand, but what gives them life and personality has been greyed out." "I wouldn't say that--" "So how do you fix it? Do you paint them with the hues and values they're supposed to be, or do you pick something new?" "What do you do with the spots where the paint bled together? Do you paint over that, too?"

As the two bounce back and forth in this terrible game of brainstorming, Janus begins to put his hands to his cheeks in mounting horror.

"Oh, no. No no no. Absolutely not--" "If we make someone look like an old black and white movie, what happens? Will they try to change to technicolour?" "Would they paint themselves the colour palettes they're used to? Maybe it's something entirely different. If we make those hues correspond with their personalities..." "I--I'll have no part in this! The last time something like this happened, everything--" "Ah-ah, don't worry."

Mimosa leaves Janus side to twirl next to Solaris, who makes an artful pose himself, as if framing the splotchy mess of a diorama in his hands.

"We have this one completely under control. Not like last time." "I'll make sure of it. Just a little bit of editing... ah, Mimosa, what if we..."

Janus can only move his head as the two take their leave, watching them scheme and snicker. He turns back to look at the model of the city. And in a scramble that almost makes him trip over his own feet, he rushes to his boxes of paints.

"--I have to at least put the base coat back on, or they really won't have anything at all!"

. . . . .

Welcome to another zany event for the fall season! It looks like Mimosa and Solaris aren't done causing trouble, but this time, it should be harmless. Right? (Right...?)

Taking inspiration from a creative mishap, the Stars have decided to effectively render the city in greyscale--including the people residing in it--to see what really makes everyone so colourful. Thankfully, most people will start with a base hue.

What does that mean, though? Here's a handy-dandy list of notes!

As soon as it strikes midnight that night, your muse will find that they've been completely greyscaled, save for one colour that represents who they are at their core, and only that colour! - Think of it like those 'what colour is your soul' quizzes. If your muse was only one hue, what would it be? For example, a character that is inherently cheery might turn completely yellow or pink, while a hot-headed character may turn red or orange to reflect their personality.

Your muse cannot help but feel and act whatever hue/personality they seem to be. However! The more your muse interacts with the people around them, the more colours (and feelings/facets of their personality) will open up to them. This will also physically reflect on them. - If your cheery yellow muse bumps into a sad, blue muse, you'll both have a new colour to express. Now you can feel happy (yellow) AND sad (blue)! And perhaps a sort of melancholy joy, like watching your best friend win that prize you wanted instead of you. Of course, you're happy for them, but sad you didn't win. - Or maybe those two colours mix into being green with envy... And suddenly, you have a new colour ;3

Any inanimate object your muse interacts with (except their Island Issued Cell Phone) will take on your muse's hue. Every step you take will leave a colourful footprint in its wake, every hand rail will have colourful handprints. More on that later.

With enough interactions and perspectives, your muse will be back to their old selves in no time! If, that is, they want to go back to their old selves at all. Maybe another colour palette suits them better than before...?

"It can't be that easy, though."

And, you're right! The experiment did more than reduce everyone to solid (or no) colours! Some other strange things are happening, too. Such as...

The NPCs of the city have not escaped unscathed. Unlike you, though, they have no hue to them at all. However, they'll absorb colours from your muses by proximity and action. - If your deep-green jealous muse is around, NPCs will turn deep-green too, and may want what you have--and might try to take it by force. But a calm mint-coloured muse may just leave you alone and soak up some vibes. - This extends to creatures of the island, too, so watch out!

Sources of water in the city (the ocean, lakes, ponds, swimming pools, etc) will wash away at least one colour from you. (You can still drink and cook with it without any effect, though.) Better not get caught in a rainstorm any time soon!

To combat this, you can find paint cans with a random colour paint in them around the city. You never know what you're going to get, though!

The city itself is completely greyscale, so navigating it might be a challenge without any colourful landmarks to stand out. That being said, your muse will leave colour wherever they go, like they're a giant paint roller. And so will everyone else's muses! Figuring out populated areas will be Very Easy, but you might get disoriented in places that don't get a lot of foot traffic.

These are the major issues...... for now :)

FAQ

"Do I have to pick a hue at the beginning? I can't decide on one."

It's entirely possible that your muse can start in greyscale, and just has No Personality. In that case, they'll take on the hue of the first person they interact with.

"What do we do if a colour has multiple associations with it?"

Each association of that colour is a valid one, and there are no incorrect colour associations. Each colour is whatever you need it to be in the moment. The definition of "red" for your muse may not match the "red" of your RP partner--and that's okay! What may be helpful is to make an event info post explaining your colour choice, how you interpret it, and how it would affect your character!

"Do we have to stick to basic colours like red, yellow, green, blue, etc?"

Nope. Maybe your muse is a mauve, emerald, beige, or aquamarine. Pick any colour you think is best for the moment!

"In theory, could we use the paint cans laying around to add hues to others by splashing them with it or something?"

PVP is enabled, if you want to be a menace! (with mun permission, of course)

"Is the comic in black and white for plot reasons?"

No, I'm just lazy :c

Have a question you don't see on here? You can message the Masterlist!

See you in a week! Make sure to get as many colour perspectives as you can, okay? :)

[prefect30]

Little Dove

Instead of Lucy Gray, he got her younger, little sister, Rosalie Jade.

Previous Chapter

Chapter One

"YOU CAN KISS MY ASS!"

And just when he thought that maybe he had a shot, she blew it.

Coriolanus watched Rosalie Jade sing on that stage and for a quick minute, he thought that maybe, just maybe, he could turn his luck around. That he could turn her into a star with her singing before he led her to the stage of death cause there is no way that this scrawny, little girl is going to win. But then she had to offend all of Panem with her little ending.

Taking a bow, Rosalie Jade walked off the stage and the screen cut off.

Looking around, realizing he was still standing, he started to quietly laugh along with everyone else who seemed to find her ending amusing.

As he walked out of the Hall to the luncheon, he was given many praises and heard peoples jealous remarks about his tribute.

"She's a real star, that one!"

"You got lucky with her Snow, mine just cried!"

"It's not fair he got the best tribute or at least the best showman."

Maybe he still had a shot with Rosalie Jade.

"Quite the scene she put on back there, huh? It's all anyone seems to be able to talk about."

Shit.

"Yes, it seems so."

Coriolanus never truly understood what Highbottom's problem was with him. He never did anything to him, well other than making the nickname, 'High-as a kite-bottom.' Maybe that's why he got Rosalie Jade, because the nickname got back to him.

"God, look at you, in your to tight shoes and in your fathers old shirt. You walk around like you own the place when I know that the Snow's don't even have a pot to piss in."

Coriolanus attempted to stand tall, but Highbottom knowing this information put him on edge. How Highbottom knew this he didn't now, nor did he like.

Right as he went to respond, Highbottom cut him off swiftly with, "Good luck with that little songbird. God knows you'll need it Snow."

Yep, the nickname definitely had gotten back to him.

"Everything is about winning."

Coriolanus couldn't believe he was still arguing about this with Tigris. Yes, he knew that they both saw things differently, but this was just getting annoying now.

"Think about what that little girl is going through right now Coryo. She just got ripped from her home to be forced to fight for her life. Imagine that was you, Coryo."

Always the pacifist, Tigris.

God, this type of naïve thinking is going to get her killed one day.

"I wouldn't do a lick of anything for you if I didn't trust you."

Trust?

"And how would I get her to trust me Tigris? She's District, she knows we hate her and her us."

"Do not out her aside just because she is District. She is still a person. A child. Maybe you could bring her something. Just let her know you care, that your on her side."

Now she's starting to sound like that District mutt, Sejanus. How he hates him with his stupid thinking that Capitol and District are equal, cause they're not. That's why Distirct children play in the games, not Capitol.

However, maybe Tigris is on to something. If he can get Rosalie Jade to trust him, then it will be easier to mold her into the perfect spectacle he needs to win that damned Plinth Prize. Besides, with her being the youngest tribute, that should earn her him some sympathy from the Capitol. It will be easier to manipulate her too with her being 12.

Yes, Coriolanus knows exactly what to do now.

"Thank you Tigris. I know what I need to do."

Thank you Tigris indeed.

Where is this damn train?

Coriolanus has been waiting for at least two hours now for the train carrying all the tributes to arrive. He had made a plan to gain Rosalie Jade's trust just like Tigris said. He decided to bring her one of Grandma'am's pristine, white rose's since he had nothing better to give her.

Now that plan seemed plain idiotic. He had been waiting for hours in the blistering July heat for a train that seems will never come. Peacekeepers had given him strange looks as to why he was there. The rose had even started to wilt a bit from the heat and him toying with it as he waited.

This plan was so fucking stupid.

Figuring that this stupid train was never coming, Coriolanus turned around and started to leave just as he heard a train whistle.

Finally.

As he waited for the Peacekeepers to get the tributes out, he started to feel antsy. This was his first time that he was actually going to meet his tribute. The person who could make or break his future. His life.

But as he waited, no Peacekeepers made any effort to get the tributes out. Now what was the hold up? All he wanted was to see his tribute for the first time in person.

Finally, after another twenty minutes of waiting, a Peacekeeper went to talk the conductor of the train and got the keys to open the train cage.

As Coriolanus watched the Pecaekeeper take his time finding the right key to open it up, he realized that the train had no windows. It had to be a cargo train. They put them in a fucking cargo train.

Once the Peacekeeper finally found the right key and unlocked the train, he started to yell for them to get out.

"Come on! Get out, the lot of you!"

As Coriolanus watched the first tribute come into the light, he saw that there was at least a five foot drop from the train to the platform and each tribute were wearing hand cuffs.

He watched as each struggled to get out of the train and Peacekeepers starting to get impatient and pull most down.

The boy from 11 though, had no problem getting down with his tall and muscular build.

Lucky Clemensia.

As he waited for his tribute to get out, one of the other tributes refused to get out.

"Get out now! Don't make us come in to get you!"

The tribute continued to refuse to get out, causing a Peacekeepe to come in and get her, throwing her down onto the platform. Coriolanus cringed as she screamed, knowing that she had to have broken a tooth. The same Peacekeeper came back out and kicked her, yelling at her to get up.

Now that the train was empty, he still didn't see his tribute until he realized that there was a second cargo train.

As he watched the tributes pile out again, he saw a flash of color. In fact many colors.

There you are.

With his hands in her waist, the cuffs giving the tributes at least some space to work with, her District partner helped her down off the train, making sure she didn't get hurt on the way down.

Why is he touching her waist?

Rosalie Jade seemed to float as she was lifted by her partner, and when she reached the ground, she squeezed his shoulders as a thank you and he let go of her.

Good.

Coriolanus waited a minute more before going over. He wanted to see how she would react to this new environment.

He watched as she dusted her dress off and ran her fingers through her golden waves, trying to tame them.

Interesting.

She seemed to be more worried about how she looked. But not in the way Coriolanus would see most of the Capitol girls do. They would do it out of vain, wanting to make sure they were always the most beautiful in the room. But with Rosalie Jade, it seemed that she just wanted to make sure she looked presentable.

As she turned around to look at her surroundings, she locked eyes with Coriolanus. She looked him up and down with a look of curiosity and confusion.

Well, curiosity killed the cat.

Deciding that now was the best time to go over, Coriolanus started to walk towards her. As he got closer, he smelled something horrid. Then Coriolanus realized that it wasn't cargo train that they all were in. No. They were in livestock shipping containers.

She started to back away a little bit when she realized that he was coming towards her and grabbed onto her partners hand.

Why is she holding his hand?

Shaking off the his thought, he presented her with the rose once he got to her.

"Welcome to the Capitol."

Her partner stepped in front of Rosalie Jade as if to...protect her?

Protect her from what? Me? I'm trying to help her.

Just when he went to say something to her incompetent partner, Rosalie Jade squeezed his hand.

"It's ok Jessup."

Yeah Jessup, it's ok.

Letting go of, the now learned name, Jessup's hand, she cautiously stepped forward and looked at the rose then Coriolanus.

Then she said the most bizarre shit Coriolanus had ever heard.

"Roses are beautiful." Rosalie Jade said getting closer to Coriolanus now realizing that he's not a threat. Then, out of nowhere, she put the tip of her index finger on the tip of one of the thorns, pricking her finger and causing a little drop of blood to form on her small finger.

"Until they're not." She said as she plucked a petal from the rose, getting her bright, red blood on pure rose. Then, she let it drop.

"You look like you're not supposed to be here."

What the fuck.

Still in shock from what she said and did, he didn't even realize that she took another rose petal and started to eat it

She really is mental.

He needed to get it together. He could judge her and her antics later.

"I'm not, but I'm your mentor. Coriolanus Snow."

Smiling teasingly, Rosalie Jade looked back at Jessup, "Ah, a rebel."

Jessup smiled at this while Coriolanus stood appalled. Coriolanus Snow was many things, but a rebel was not one of them. He knows she must mean it as a good thing, coing from 12 of course, but he still can't help but feel a little annoyed at her teasing.

"And what does my mentor do besides bring me roses?"

"I do my best to take care of you."

Just as Coriolanus said that, the same girl tribute from earlier screamed after being hit by a Peacekeeper for not getting into a truck.

Where are they going to take them Rosalie Jade?

"Well good luck with that, Capitol Boy." She said as she took the rose from his hand.

And with that, two Peacekkeper came over and started to push for Jessup and Rosalie Jade to get into the truck.

That girl tribute was starting to get onto his nerves. He was actually getting Rosalie Jade to talk with him and that girl just had to go and ruin it.

He watched as they dragged them both away onto the truck. He needed to get her to trust him, and with the way their conversation ended, well he might not have even bothered to come to the train station.

Coriolanus looked down at the rose petal she dropped on the ground. It now had a bloody spot on it. No longer pure. He quickly picked it up and stuffed it into his pocket.

Coriolanus walked up to one of the Peacekeepers to see if he could get into the truck with the other tributes. He did not spend two hours waiting in the heat and having a bizarre conversation with a mental 12 year old to not gain something from it.

"Excuse me. But is there anyway I could go in the truck with them, please?"

"What? You want to go in there with them? Yeah, no. Sorry kid but they're dangerous."

As he looked back into the container, he locked eyes with Rosalie Jade again and she looked at him like she didn't understand what was going on at all. Cute.

No. He had to get in there. This was his only chance to earn her trust.

"Sir, I'm actually a student at the academy and my tribute is there. She's the youngest, and well, to be quite frank, I don't want anything happening to her while she's in there with all the other tributes. All of them have some sort of advantage over her. I just want to help her."

Well, there was some truth in there.

The Peacekeeper, getting annoyed with all of his talking said, "Yeah, fine. Whatever kid, but if you get hurt or killed, it's your fault."

"Thank you." Coriolanus quickly ran up to the container and jumped in.

Holy shit.

If he thought that it smelled bad when he was talking to Rosalie Jade, well this was much worse. With all of the tribute being smushed together in the small truck, it was if he really was in a barn.

As he looked around, he saw Rosalie Jade looking down at his rose in her lap all while the other tributes were looking at him.

This was a bad idea.

"You in the wrong cage, Capitol Boy?" He recognized the voice as the boy from 11, Clememsia's.

It sounded better coming out of Rosalie Jade's mouth.

"No. This cage is delightful."

The boy scoffed and quickly ran up to Coriolanus and pinned him up against the truck wall.

"I could kill you right now."

Yep, this was a very bad idea.

"He'll do it. He killed two Peacekeepers back home, no one even knew it was him."

"Shut up, Dill."

Sunddenly, a chorus of voices started agreeing with the boy from 11. Started agreeing to killing him.

"Do it Reaper!"

"I'll help!"

"We've got nothing to lose."

How was he going to defend himself? He could use the rose on his lapel. Rosalie Jade showed him that it could hurt someone. But Coriolanus couldn't take on 23 tributes animals with a rose thorn.

"You got family back home?"

What?

"You hurt him, they hurt them. Then you. You damage a single hair on his pretty little head, they get yours."

She's helping me. Defending me. Well, maybe I did get her trust. Maybe this was a good idea.

Looking up at Coriolanus, smriking Rosaile Jade said, " 'Sides, he's my mentor. Might need em'."

"Why does Rainbow Girl get a mendor?"

"Mentor. You all get one."

Getting up close into Rosalie Jade's face, the girl said, "Why didn't ours come then, huh? How come you get special treatment?"

Rosaile Jade smiled, "Just not inspired I guess."

Coriolanus smirked at Rosaile Jade's remark and before the girl had a chance to retaliate, the truck abruptly stopped and the back opened.

Suddenly, the truck started to tip forward, and everyone started to fall. Coriolanus held onto a divet in the truck wall and grabbed onto Rosaile Jade's hand, trying to stop her from falling as well.

His grip started to give and both of them fell. The fall down was painful. They had to have been rolling down on rocks and they landed on a pile of hard grass.

Coriolanus looked over at Rosaile Jade and saw that she tucked herself into a ball on the way down. Her hands were around her head, trying to protect herself from the fall.

Slowly, he looked around.

Wait. This place looks familiar. Why does this place look familiar?

Then he remembered.

He was in the Capitol Zoo.

He was in a monkey cage.

Yep. This was definitely a bad idea.

Next Chapter

[boydepartment]

Okay 🧈 anon back again with another riki request 😘

Consider this, a fair date with riki. But like your not sure if it's a date date yk? (I think I'm stuck on the friends to lovers trope atm) And you're not sure where you stand with riki. Neither of you have brought it up but friends definitely don't cuddle up on the couch like you guys do when you watch movies and friends don't spoon you the way riki likes to when he spends the night. And when you get to the fair there's a lot of people of course and riki insists on holding hands 'so you don't get separated'.

Maybe he plays a bunch of games and gives you the prizes. Or there's a ride you're scared to go on but fearless riki convinces you and holds your hand tight and sure he teases you for being scared of a kid ride but he also gives you a hug afterward and tells you you're brave. Maybe maybe you ride the ferris wheel once it gets dark and all the lights are on and it's all twinkly and pretty and riki still holds your hand despite there being absolutely no chance of you two being separated in the confined space of the gondola and he brushes back your hair and tells you you're pretty and kisses you 😖😖😖😖😖😖

Sorry that was kind of long 😅...of course you can pick and chose what you want from this. I just would like something along these lines pls 💕

I LOVED WRITING THIS! IM SORRY BUTTER THAT IT TOOK A BIT :< I GOT A LIL SICK AS YOU KNOW! I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS!!! I TRIED MY BEST! <3 ILY!

The View- Nishimura Riki x Reader

MASTERLIST warnings- none wc- 1.2k

Your relationship with Riki was very interesting. You both have known each other forever. You both have spent late nights on the couch playing video games, watching movies, and watching random YouTube videos. You would be lying to yourself if you didn’t find yourself staring at his lips a little too long. He would tease you saying something stupid like, “ohhhh you wanna kiss me so bad.” You would deny it and call him a loser. But, in reality, you wanted to kiss him. Part of you felt like you needed to for your mental health. But that was just you being overdramatic.

For your graduation Riki wanted to take you to a fair, it was a big accomplishment and he said he wanted to show you how proud he was of you. The night before you offered to have him sleep over, which he very much agreed to. You both ended up cuddling for the millionth time that night. What was different is that you noticed Riki would trace little shapes on your hands as his breath slowed and he relaxed. You leaned into him, and you heard a small chuckle escape his lips. It made your stomach churn like a ton of wild rats trying to escape you. You knew you were head over heels in love with him. You were in love with Nishimura Riki- your best friend, someone your parents trusted enough to let him sleep over, someone who you trust with everything, someone who you didn’t want to lose.

The next day when you guys got to the fair, Riki noticed there was a ton of people.

“Busy day today huh?” You laughed nervously; you weren’t big on crowds. Riki looked down at you.

“Everyone graduates around the same time, so it makes sense.” He said and smiled down at you, he patted your head. When you guys got into the fair, he started to REALLY notice that it was crowded. If you got lost, you could probably easily find him, but there is no way he could find you.

“Here.” Riki said and grabbed your hand, your heart skipped a beat, and you looked up at him.

“So, you don’t get lost.” Riki said and smirked down at you, you found yourself rolling your eyes, you were not going to complain though.

“What do you wanna do first?” You asked looking up at him, he looked down at you.

“Y/n this is YOUR day!” He grinned at you, “you choose.”

You looked around and led him to the prizes, “can you win me something?”

Riki looked at you and contemplated, “I dunno can I? Hmmmm lemme see!” He put money in the machine in exchange for coins. Then he found the basketball game. He was a little nervous because if he lost then he would lose the chance to impress you. Fair games were also KNOWN to be rigged, so this was WAY more nerve-racking, than he was letting on.

“I believe in you Riki!” You said, your heart was full as you cheered him on. You meant to help, but this just made him more nervous.

He shot a couple of baskets and missed. He had one more chance to win you something, he glanced down at you and saw your eyes practically sparkling at him- for him. He took a deep breath. You were watching him, he looked so focused, you thought it was adorable how hard Riki was trying to win you something.

Riki took his last shot and actually got it in, you cheered and jumped on his arm, “you did it Riki!”

He ended up winning you the small prize, but it didn’t matter to you, what made you happy is that Riki got you something. It didn’t matter how big or expensive said gift was.

“The stuffed animal kinda looks like you.” Riki teased you, he kept his hand on your small backpack, you felt the weight of it, and it made your heart happy.

“Riki this is literally a snail.” You looked up at him, laughing.

“And?” He teased again and nudged you. You rolled your eyes and put the stuffed animal in his face.

“You’re the worst.”

As you guys walked around more, you both got some crazy fair foods, like the deep-fried Oreos and different odd drinks. You laughed when Riki accidentally spilled on himself, little did you know, he spilled because he kept looking at how your eyes lit up when you saw the different attractions in the distance. After your drinks you guys continued on your walk.

“Holy shit I haven’t been on the swings in years.” Riki looked up at the attraction. Your stomach twisted, this time in a bad way. It may be a kids ride however; you didn’t like being high up at all. You actually despised it. He turned to you, “can we go on it? Please?”

You swallowed hard, not wanting to be a buzzkill you nodded. You were nervous in line, fidgeting and looking around.

“Y/n?” Riki said, you looked up at him and hummed.

“Are you scared?” He asked, you shook your head no. Riki gave you a look.

“You haven’t let go of my hand since we got in line, and I don’t think you can get lost in line.” He said smugly and lifted your intertwined hands.

“I’m… I’m just not good with heights.” You looked away nervously.

“You’ll be fiiiine, I promise.” Riki said, you nodded and looked down, “here.” He lifted your hands again and kissed the back of your hands, “I wouldn’t go on a ride with you that would put you in danger.”

THAT DID NOT HELP YOUR NERVES AT ALL.

Needless to say, the ride was fun, and you felt embarrassed for being so scared to go on it. You laughed as your hair would get in your face and Riki would be making jokes left and right. When you got off Riki was right next to you.

“Yooou are so braaaave!” Riki said and hugged you from behind, he lifted you up slightly and shook you. You yelped and started giggling.

“Riki stoppp!” You laughed.

You guys’ continued walking, Riki letting you lead so you could pick the next ride. He kept your hand in his. In his other hand he was changing his wallpaper to you on the swings. He thought you looked really pretty even with your hair in your face. Riki could still see his favorite smile in the picture and that is what's important to him.

Getting brave, and the fact you have never been on a ferris wheel, you got in line to try it.

When Riki saw where you had led him, he smiled, “not scared anymore?”

“Shut up.” You nudged him. He chuckled and threw his head back.

When you guys got in the ferris wheel it was dark, it would make the high up view a little less scary for you. You were thankful for that.

Riki kept his hand on yours and you looked at them.

“Oh, are you scared now?” You teased him, Riki looked down at your hands.

“Nah, I just don’t want to let go of you.” He spoke, your jaw dropped, and you looked away from him quickly. Teasing him BACKFIRED. You tried to calm your heart rate down looking out at the city lights. It truly was a beautiful view, you still felt his hand in yours. Your hands were probably sweaty too….

Riki also looked away and he started beating himself up for saying something as stupid as that. You probably thought he was weird now! And his hands are SO SWEATY RIGHT NOW!

He took a deep breath and looked at you, your eyes focused on the lights around you. The city was always beautiful to you, he knew you loved the view. He loved his view too.

Feeling his eyes on you, you turned to look at him.

“Do I have a bug in my hair?” You asked, he shook his head no.

“You’re just so pretty.”

Your jaw opened slightly again, being surprised at how bold he is being with you at the moment. He put his free hand on your cheek.

“Tell me right now if you don’t want me to kiss you.”

Your breath hitched, “you can kiss me.”

Riki grinned, “do you want me to though?”

You nodded, “yeah I do…”

Riki bit back his smile as he leaned in and finally kissed you.

[kings-highway]

What do you think about UshiOi/OiUshi? I know they don’t get along but….. Don’t have to do this one if you don’t want to..

m 🤔

Im gonna be honest with you, I was downright against this ship most of my haikyuu days. I just dont like it, but I do think I dont like it due to the fanon version of it, not because I ever actually thought of it myself.

The "What do you think of my worthless pride now?" "Its fantastic" pages of the post timeskip are genuinely almost enough to make me convert then and there. That dark, possessive "Its fantastic," as all Ushijima ever wanted was for Oikawa to reach his full potential, the potential he always saw, and sure, Oikawa ended up hating him in the process (and maybe he was wrong about where he needed to be for that growth) but goddamn he finally did it and Ushijima could not be more excited to see him on court. Oikawa subconsciously seeking Ushijima's approval and (praise?) despite thinking they were enemies.

You can't convince me that if Ushijima looked him in the eyes and told him he was the best setter he wouldn't swoon right there and then.

I do really see the appeal of these too, especially as a more mature/adult ship, but I dont really think of them very long term. The idea of Oikawa saying "this is my boyfriend/husband" and then fcking Ushijima Wakatoshi is standing there? Insane. BUT. I do kinda see them as a queerplatonic ship, or... the evil equivalent of a queerplatonic ship? like they find in each other something nobody else can give them, a mutual understanding and respect that drives them both forward, and they grow old without ever having another significant relationship, neither get married, neither have kids, but somehow, when they're both 80, they still end up meeting in the same places, sitting down together, and talking about how much they've enjoyed their lives (together.)

I feel a little bad not at least trying to see them as a proper ship, so...

Ushijima would absolutely win carnival stuffies for Oikawa because he makes one offhanded comment about "a proper boyfriend would get me a stuffed puppy" (regarding one of the prizes) and that becomes his Most Important Mission

Oikawa really rushing to change out of uniform and sprint to the court to watch the end of the STZ team match because he knows how fucking quick those games go but he wants to see Ushijima destroy them.

Pre-relationship, when Ushijima learns Oikawa had been so truly, genuinely hurt by their rivalry, he sends him a card that is very long but basically amounts to "apologies. i had thought you found our rivalry as exhilirating as I did. I will back off." and Oikawa feels this *thump* in his chest and its just... oh no.

Overall Rating:

For me, Personal Interest: -2/10

Concept/Potential: 9/10

[cera-writes]

I want to request then a roberto da costa x reader fluff

reader having a crush on roberto but not knowing really what to do/How to tell him, she follows jubilees advice and tries to show him by little actions: whenever he mentioned something he saw or wanted, besides him being with very money, she would get it for him

it would continue until he notices or reader admits it and they happy

I hope I phrased in a way you can understand

A/N: Roberto is still a teen in X-Men '97 so this fic is strictly cute fluff and reader is about the same age as him in this fic! Tags: obviously sfw, fluff, coming of age, first crush Prompt: Reader has been crushing on Roberto for some time. One day, at the local arcade, she finally confesses to him. Pairing: Roberto da Costa x F!Reader

"I Just Really Like You."

The shrill beeps and flashing lights of the arcade were practically a second language to you. You weaved between cabinets, a determined glint in your eye as you scanned for your next opponent. A familiar laugh drew your attention to the Street Fighter machine where Sunspot, all sunshine and charisma, was effortlessly defeating a challenger.

With a grin, you nudged him on the shoulder. "Hey, Roberto, ready to lose?"

He glanced over, a playful glint in his dark eyes. "Is that a challenge, (Y/N)? You know I go easy on newbies."

The playful banter was a familiar routine. You and Sunspot had met a few weeks ago at the X-Mansion's rec room, a shared love of classic arcade games sparking an instant friendship. Today, you were on a mission to prove you were no newbie.

The next hour flew by in a flurry of button mashing and playful trash talk. Roberto's laughter filled the air as you emerged victorious in a particularly close match of Dance Dance Revolution.

"Alright, alright," he conceded, wiping a playful bead of sweat from his brow. "You win this round, (Y/N). But next time..."

He trailed off, his gaze lingering on you a beat too long. The air crackled with a sudden undercurrent you hadn't noticed before. Self-consciousness bloomed in your chest.

"Maybe next time," you mumbled, suddenly finding your shoes very interesting.

Sunspot's fingers brushed against yours as he reached for his jacket. "Hey," he said softly, his voice warm. "About next time..."

You dared to meet his gaze. His smile was different now, softer, tinged with something more. Before you could overthink it, the words tumbled out.

"The truth is," you blurted, cheeks burning, "I, uh, I like you, Sunspot. Not just as a friend."

A slow smile spread across Sunspot's face, lighting up his eyes like miniature suns. "Yeah?" he asked, his voice a husky rumble. "Me too, (Y/N)."

The world around you faded away, leaving only the two of you in that neon-lit haven. It seemed victory wasn't the only prize you'd be taking home today.

A/N: Oh my god, I rewrote this whole fic cause I didn't like it initially lol.