#im going to the gym im smiling at strangers instead of staring at the ground all the time

[stabyou]

honey from 6 weeks ago would not believe how productive im being and how much my life is changing for the better

[elysianslove]

hi !! i am in love w ur writing omg <33 can i req hcs of miya twins && suna w a crush who is in the girls ( or manager of the boys team if u only do gn!reader hcs ) vball team of inarizaki and they share the same bus or sumn when theyre traveling to another school ? thank u <3

hi hi hi!!! thank you so much <333 and i write fem!reader, hehe, so i made her part of the girls vbc! i hope you like these <3

miya atsumu 

i firmly believe none of the hq boys would be picky about the girl they’re dating. like yeah they all say certain traits they want but when it really comes down to it and they are dating you, they won’t be upset if you don’t fit certain previous criteria of theirs 

that being said, tsumu would absolutely lose his shit if his girlfriend also happened to be a volleyball player like he’d be convinced it’s fate or something

like he wouldn’t crush on you because of volleyball, he just thought you were a really pretty girl he’d constantly see in the halls and stuff 

and listen! he really was planning on asking you out

except asking a girl out has never been so nerve-wracking. like he’s never, ever felt this nervous about it?? and he’d keep chickening out every time he saw you

fast forward to you guys having to travel to another prefecture for a game, and it just so happens that the boys’ basketball team also had a game out of town. between the teachers and coaches, they decided since both the boys and the girls’ volleyball teams were going to the same prefecture, you’d just take the bus and make due 

the bus isn’t small, but y’all are a lot, so it’s a bit of a mess when you’re climbing on 

somehow, someway, you find yourself sitting next to miya atsumu 

pls he will never stop talking about how you two were meant to be after omg 

imagine his shock when he looks up from his phone and he sees you sitting next to him his brain literally goes ???!!@#$#&^$#&%(&

you just smile at him sweetly and say, “i hope it’s okay that i sat here. there’s not really anywhere else.” 

he can’t really speak. no like he really can’t. he’s. starstruck? just completely gone. you’re just so pretty and now he gets to sit next to you for the entire ride? he’s thanking everything holy

samu smacks him on the head because he still hasn’t replied to you and you’re starting to look a little saddened 

“uh, yeah, yeah, s’fine, yeah.” i’m telling y’all he’s secretly a complete dork. 

at first he doesn’t really know what to say, he just knows that he really wants to talk to you, like badly, and finally his brain catches up to him and he asks you about volleyball. you two spend nearly the entire ride talking about the sport

his heart would not stop beating insanely fast the entire time 

so y’all arrive, and you’re about to head off to the girls’ gymnasium when he stops you. you’re kind confused but you don’t stop him bc !!! hello !!! attractive !!! and kind !!! and interesting !!!

and omg you don’t think you’ve ever seen miya atsumu flustered before, and apparently neither has his brother or his friends because they’re in the back just snickering to each other

and finally, he manages to ask, “do you like, wanna hang out? soon? tomorrow?” 

it makes you giggle how red his cheeks are 

the relief that floods him when you say yes is unbelievable 

he wishes you good luck with your game with a kiss on the cheek that shocks everyone because what a contrast to the person he was literally a minute ago 

just v briefly: y’all are THE couple. you know what i’m talking about right? imagine just him being at your games and cheering you on the loudest, kissing you fully on the mouth after disregarding any rules in place, or the opposite, of you cheering him on his games and just jumping at him even though he’s really sweaty and hugging him so tight with your legs wrapped around his waist

no please don’t think about going to the gym with tsumu, where he makes you cling onto shirtless him as he’s doing pull ups and you kiss him every time he lowers himself, or practicing volleyball with tsumu, where he’ll serve a ball onto your ass and have you chase him around the gymnasium until he lets you jump onto him and you both fall on the ground

and no! don’t you dare consider practicing serves with him and it being a competition until you’re both so spent and breathlessly lying on the cold ground next to each other or how proud he is every time he sees you finally achieve something you’ve been trying really hard to perfect —

good bye 🏃🏻‍♀️

miya osamu

okay different from atsumu, osamu knew you were a volleyball player, and he realized he had a crush on after watching you play once 

your gymnasium, the girls’, was up for inspection but you had a game against another school so you’d borrowed the boys’. the whole boys team decided to stay and watch and holy shit was he impressed. your team won by a landslide, and it was clear the rest of his team was also impressed by the way they were all speaking about you

after that, you kinda stood out to him more? like, before he wouldn’t really notice you, but now anytime you were around or he heard your name or you were mentioned or he heard your voice he would kind of perk up and his heart would beat a little fast 

he was like fuck 😃🔪

you didn’t really share classes with him so it wasn’t too difficult to avoid you until his little crush had wavered 

yeah until god himself seated you right across from him on the bus while both your teams were on their way to a different school. it’s not that there wasn’t a bus, the coaches were just lazy and decided to combine you both since you were headed the same way anyways 

the entire time he wouldn’t stop staring at you while you chatted with your friends and with some of the boys from his team. you just seemed so. magical. he hated it. why were you so perfect

atsumu was asleep for half the ride so he only made fun of him for the other half. it was v humiliating. 0/10

he thought he had been soooo slick lmfao 😹

he was not

samu’s generally a slick guy but. not right now he wasn’t. not with his crush he isn’t

so when everyone steps off the bus and he’s like stretching out his limbs from being seated for really long, he feels someone tap on his shoulder, so he spins around and sees you and honest to god his blood runs cold

you had a really sheepish smile on your face like you were ready to embarrass him and when you said, “hey i noticed you staring,” on god he wanted to die.

but then you noticed his pale face and quickly went, “no, no, i think it’s very flattering! and i’m hoping it means i get to take you out?” 

cue tsumu’s cheering in the back he is so obnoxious bhjdbcdbjc

samu’s mouth is moving but his brain isn’t really working he just likes to thank god that he said yes and didn’t say anything else 

this time, you wish him luck with a kiss on the cheek and he really hates how his entire body is just heating up right now so on the outside it looks like he’s not enjoying this in the least, but trust, his heart says others

that was the most nervous you’ve ever been but he doesn’t need to know that 

on the bus ride back he invites you to sit next to him in the back, and you’re both a little shy about it all but you make conversation and somehow it ends up with him telling you he loves to cook, which leads to the promise that he’ll cook for you one day

it’s a very sweet conversation where you’re both really excited but you’re also a little nervous about it all

again, briefly: if we’re going with you being a wing spiker like him, then training with samu is so fun. he loves to toss the balls up higher and higher knowing you can’t reach them, until one day you shock him and the ball goes smack on the other side of the court and damn he just fell in love all over again.

tsumu practices with you two sometimes and nine times out of ten he’ll make samu think he’s tossing to him then toss to you instead. 

you’d think he’d be quiet and calm while he watches you play? absolutely not he is the loudest. it’s okay you luv him <3

omgomgomg meeting up with samu after both your after school practices are over and you just walking home alone in the quiet and you’re both munching on some snacks and it’s so serene and your hand is in his and you’re swinging your arms playfully and it’s just so

sigh 

remember that promise he made to cook for you? every weekend without fail, since he usually wakes up before you, he makes you breakfast, leaves his home, and wakes you up with a little box of your favorites. the tradition never falters. every weekend you wake up to his beaming face with a steaming box of breakfast. husband material 

suna rinatarō

with suna, you two briefly knew each other

you shared class with him, and sat quite near him so you were like sort of acquainted with each other. i feel like suna’s not too big on speaking with strangers not because he’s introverted but because he just doesn’t wanna waste his time

he does speak to you from time to time though, mainly just to ask about class or homework or exams 

he didn’t know you were on the girl’s volleyball team though, so when you walked onto the bus, and he spotted you, he was really confused. when you spotted him back and waved at him with a bright smile his brain went uh oh

and then you walked closer to where he sat and his brain went UH OH

and then you asked to sit next to him because you’re all the girls are scattered everywhere and aside from them he’s the only one you know here so he just shrugs and goes yeah sure 

his brain is going uhohuhohuhoh repeatedly though he’s just exceptionally good at not showing it 

you don’t really talk as everyone settles down, each of you is busy looking down at your phones, but when the bus starts moving, suna takes out his headphones and 

he offers one to you 

vdhjsdshfkwhhesajkdhksf

ok im good 

you’re a little taken aback but you accept. the entire ride you two don’t talk, you just listen to music together, and occasionally he hands you his phone to choose a song, and somehow, in the middle of all this, your head fell on his shoulder and his head rested on yours and it was really comfortable and good god does he have a crush on you

when you take out your phone and open instagram/snapchat and start messing with the filters, taking snaps of him and making faces with him, and he gets to hear and feel your little laughs he realizes yeah, maybe he does have a tiny crush on you 

tiny 

minuscule

you skip away from him after stepping off the bus with a yell of good luck. he makes time after his game to go watch yours and he is thoroughly impressed by your skill. decides maybe it is not as minuscule as he thought.

the boys are on the bus before the girls, so when you walk in, he waves you over and points at his headphones, which makes you laugh a little and rush over to him. this time, he doesn’t wait for the bus to start moving before he hands you one earbud, and just like before, your head rests on his shoulder throughout 

middle of the ride, he opens the notes app, and types, ‘you’re really cute,’ while showing you the screen 

you take the phone from him and type back, ‘you’re really pretty.’ 

and then a conversation carries like this until he just straight up goes, ‘wanna go out with me?’ 

this time, you don’t take the phone from him. instead, you sit up a little, press a kiss to his cheek and whisper, “yes.” 

it only shocked him a little a lot

as soon as you’d said that, he relaxes a bit, and as you’re going to rest your head on his shoulder, he brings an arm around you, hugging you closer to him i am going to Scream

briefly: please, imagine just how encouraging it is for suna to see you in the stands at any of his games like it just gives him that necessary boost  and whenever he wins he just cups your face and kisses you so passionately yet serenely and there’s that small smile hidden in the kiss only you can feel and tell of

or just imagine you and suna relaxing after a long day of practice in a bath together or you completely drained snuggled in bed as you lazily and sleepily pillow talk 

or oh my god, suna coming before a game and helping you do your hair in a braid or anything that will keep it out of your face because he has a little sister and he’s just so good at it and all the girls are fawning over how he’s sitting on the bench with you kneeling between his legs and he’s just working diligently at your hair and once he’s done he just gives your head a little pat before leaning over and kissing your cheek like “all done babe good luck” 

or suna watching smugly as you absolutely destroy your opponents or if you ever play with the boys how you never go easy on them and he just 

heart eyes <3

end note; im sobbing im this 🤏🏼 close to losing my mind why are they not REAL 

[heyitsyn]

Keeping Up With Seijoh Pt. 10

a/n: based on this post uwu

okayokayokayyeyyy

LOOOK I LOVE THIS SCENE LIKE I CAN GO ON A RANT OF HOW IMPORTANT THIS SCENE IS LIKE SKDJSLDKKSSM

okay so

yuhhhhhh

the way this is set up is basically seijoh simping for you

also they have their own separate gc just for them bc they dont want you to see them just simping for you

even tho oiks ltr does that everyday

but hes not ready for that conversation

there was a few times that you were kinda curious as to what was in the chat

but they would click off and they would blush before diverting you to a different conversation

this might sound hella weird and creepy

idk bout yall but i think its cute that they take random pictures of you doing the sinplest things

this all started bc of one picture

from baby aki-kun

so basically you stayed behind with kunimi during monday to just study and you sat in front of him while sharing his desk

babie took a pic of you just studying and he sent it to the gc with no context

its a known fact that seijoh doesnt practice during mondays so they were all doing something out of school

but they were all missing you so seeing you with kunimi fueled jealousy in everyone

even kyo

oikawa blew up in the chat and was keyboard smashing

the others were just teasing him like hes lucky youre with him

but behind the screen, they were blushing and red and envious and AAAAA

thus spurred on some sort of competition

like they would send the chat pictures of you like 'hA TAKE THAT SHES WITH ME'

unbeknowst to you, these boys have folders of just cute candid pics of you

oikawas insta is filled of you and his snap is full of you in his story and his tiktok is full of screaming simp rants about you

the tiktok comments are all like, 

‘IS SHE YOUR GIRLFRIEND?!’

‘OIKAWA-SAN SHES ADORABLE’

‘BACK🤺OFF🤺OIKAWA🤺I🤺CALLED🤺DIBS🤺ON🤺HER🤺FIRST🤺‘

random ones like him doing a day in my life type of vids and you appearing and everyone can just see the small blush on his face and the bashful yet happy smile on his lips

its really adorable

but the real ones know that shes been appearing in his insta since day 1

moilk.bread.1

thats practically your account now 

welll,,,

its more of a fan account for you and a lot of people from aoba johsai follow that account since you dont have an official one yet so they all simp for you there

the pictures were all from everyone like the boyz group chat was a haven for your candids

you did think it was strange that the boys would constantly ask to take pictures with you and everyone was just trying to get a pic to have aesthetic couple pics w you

and they would put it as their wallpaper or lockscreen

IMAGINE THE BLUSH THEY WOULD GET WHEN COMPLETE STRANGERS WOULD ASK THEM IF THATS THEIR GIRLFRIEND

oooo i mentioned this in the post too that iwa and you went to the gym and you guys took a mirror pic

after, you didnt really like the gym bc its just hard yanno?

iwa went back and while he was setting up his weights and equipments, his gym buddy noticed his phone light up causing your picture to show up

'oh? is that your girlfriend, iwaizumi?'

duh he doesnt have a girlfriend so he was like 🤨 until he saw his phone

the lockscreen was blaringly bright and your 'couple pic' was showing with the notifications

totally not oikawa blowing up their group chat bc he was with you

ofc babie hajime got all flustered and he blushed before shaking his head

'n-no'

he mumbled and his buddy laughed before clapping his back

'well, you obviously like her so do somethinf about it before someone does'

dont you think he doesnt know that?

also with mattsun!

this mans works in a cute cafe that this old granny owns and this thought has been living in my head rent free

and he was working during the weekend at the cafe

there were other people there but granny loves him bc hes been working there sibce he was like 15 and she took care of him a lot

he was like a grandson

so while he was serving, this granny was manning the cashier and checking people out

issei's phone was there on the table behind the counter and it started glowing at the indication of the messages being received

'have a nice day-oh!'

she noticed it right there and she saw the picture on his lockscreen

you were probably being carried by him due to your levelness with his height and you were kissing his cheek while issei smiled brightly

that was a picture you both took during an outing at the mall and the sunset behind you was just perfect to take a picture in

poor granny was like 'oop dont look at the messages' so she turned it over to not go to his privacy

there again you were

it was a polaroid of you two and he was backhugging you at school

hint? 👀

askldfjlsdkf

she knew issei was a very handsome young man so there shouldnt have been a surprise that he would be dating someone

can we name this granny?

granny inko lol

okay so granny inko saw issei coming over to rest the serving board thing and she beckoned him over

mattsun nodded and leaned over the counter to see what she wanted only to be greeted with a flick to the forehead

‘oW what was that for?’

he whined while holding the spot

granny inko tutted disapprovingly before crossing her arms

‘youve been working all week this week when you could’ve taken time off to spend it with your pretty lady. is this how men are nowadays? didn’t i teach you right to treat women properly?’

duh baby mattsun was confused like O_O

‘wha?’

his dumb question made her grab the phone and place it on the counter in front of him

‘your girlfriend, child. women need attention constantly and as much as you want that money, is it worth losing that smile full of happiness?’

okay stop it granny im getting emotional

more like disagreeing bc that wouldnt put food on the table BUT ANYWAYS

baby issei was surprisingly embarassed and scratched his neck

‘um,, baa-chan,,,,, she’s not my girlfriend’

he flustered and gave her an awkward smile

granny inko shot him a confused look and tapped the phone

‘well, she looks like she is. and if not, better hurry your move, boy. girls that make men happy like that only comes as rare as a good scratch ticket’

LMAO 

i do not encourage gambling so please save your money kids

you know what

these boys do that just to actually feel like it

okay thats confusing so imma explain it in greater detail

whenever someone mistakes you as their girlfriend, it makes them feel like you are for that split second and its just an addicting feeling

its like what if you were their girlfriend?

i mean, youre already the whole team’s girlfriend but theyre greedy brats and just want you for themselves

ohohohohoh

kyo!!

kyo def has a selfie of you both with the doggie filter but it was actually you who took it while he was just staring at you in the background

that was his lockscreen for like the rest of his high school career

lol

anyways!!

he was actually in a fight and during it, his phone fell off to the ground and conveniently oikawa messaged causing it to light up

one of the thugs had their hands gripping kyo’s collar and was pushing him against the wall while the others were surrounding them

they saw the phone flash and kyo cursed at the terrible timing and he made a mental note on killing oikawa later

a guy picked it up and he smirked, seeing the pretty smile of a pretty girl

‘heh? whats this?’

kyotani pushed the guy who was holding him but other two surged towards him and held him tighter

their leader snatched the device and chuckled

‘oh. its that bitch from his school. what is it’

he snaps his fingers as he tries to remember before stopping

‘aha! l/n y/n!’

kyo growled

‘shut up!’

the guy grinned at him and tapped the phone against kyo’s chin

‘oh yea. i heard shes a cutie. most people here know her, kid. now we know shes connected to you and guess what. you cross us again, she’ll take your place as you are right now. orrrr, we can,,, use her as our pet. thats how she is in your team, right? so let us have a turn. maybe we can send you a pic, hm?’

yea no that wasnt happening

kyotani easily beat those people up after because even just saying that unleashes power he didnt know he had

‘bastard. youre lucky this is just a warning. you touch her and i will kill you’

he landed one last kick on the guy’s face before taking the phone and leaving

now he has to figure out how to hide the bruises

you fussed later and he didnt tell you the reason instead just saying they said something that made him angry

nah

you were a person he didnt want to disappoint and he knows how much it hurts you to see him in that state

that was one of the things he hated but loved at the same time

you were such an empath that you would treat him and wince as if you were the one feeling the pain instead of him

and it made him feel special

you were one of the few things he holds close and he would be damned if anything happened to you because of him

the group chat was actually just blowing up with more screaming and the third years yelling at each other with the first years just casually reading the texts

they were used to the arguments within the team and you would remain so naive with the whole thing

kunimi is the type to keep silent and he didnt really care about anyone getting angry if you were spending time with him

but he does get annoyed if you were with kindaichi because you three were a package lol

like when kindaichi and you were at the arcade, this kid walked all the way there just because he didnt want kindaichi to hog you to himself

duh you thought this was adorable and endearing bc they wanted to hang out w you

no LUV theyre greedy brats who gets jealous over yOU

OH

so like i mentioned before that you and makki would walk over to the bakery and you guys would buy food there and such

and its also canon in here that makki only shares his food with you and no one else lol

why?

because when you eat the puffs, you put one in each cheek and it makes you look so adorable like a squirrel

sorry but squirrels are so cute like AAAAA

makki takes so many pictures of you and a lot are surprise shots where your eyes would be wide with cheeks full of food

aaaaa so cute

like you and makki sat down on a bench in the park across the bakery and you excitedly dug in to your own treat

makki chuckled at your excitement but he placed his hand on you arm to stop you

‘y/n-chan. say aaa’

you lit up and let him put the puff in your mouth and thought he was done but was surprised when there were two

you happily chewed it and went back to looking at your treats

but makki interrupted you again by calling you out

‘princess~’

the nickname made your eyes widen with red painting your cheeks and the shutter of the camera made you realize what he did

‘makki-senpai!’

you whined and he laughed

makki had a lovestruck smile on his face and he wiped the bit of creme on the corner of your lip

‘gotta take care of my princess~’

STOPPPPP MY HEART? GONE MY SOUL? GONE HOTEL? TRIVAGO

OH MY GOD IM IN SUCH A MAKKI AND MATTSUN AND IWA AND OIKAWA AND THIRD YEARS IN GENERAL BRAIN ROT PLEASE HELP

but we gotta give love to the second years :’)

ive mentioned that watari is the only person to ever go into your house right?

well, he comes over to cook and such so you guys spend time making food for the team 

watari takes this opportunity to take pictures of you cooking and the group chat cries bc its so domestic and they all start having the same thoughts

they really said seijoh braincells

it was like seeing a glimpse of a possible future for them

you, wearing an apron, cooking on the stove with your hair thrown in whatever with baggy clothes

gosh

thats like you someday being their wife and waking up one morning to see you there cooking in the kitchen

oikawa swears he had a dream that night because of that picture and he continuously thanks watari for YEARS because of that picture

okay are you curious about the dream?

yuhhh

oikawa woke up in an unfamiliar bed in a foreign room 

he felt his bones crack when he stretched and his hand extended out to a side that was still quite warm

hm

somebody must be sleeping next to him

then he stood up, catching his reflection in the mirror in front of the bed

;)

why would there be a mirror there hmmmm????

ANYWAYS

he noticed he had a bigger build and his hair was longer

then came the itch of the facial hair that he swore wasnt there a minute ago

this guy even checked out his butt and to his surprise, wow

obviously he was confused and a part of him thought this was the future

tooru walked to the door to go into the hallway and concluded, yep, this was not his house

then he heard music being played somewhere and a mixture of voices coming from a room

sounded like a woman and children

he stops at the top of the stairs, suddenly hit of the thought that this voice was so familiar

‘hm?’

tooru walked downstairs and stopped when down the hallway in front of the steps led to the kitchen where the voices seemed to lead to

‘mama! mama! mama! toast! i wan toast!’

‘in a bit, darling. just let me finish flipping the pancake’

the song was lo-fi with the volume being turned low enough to hear the voices fine

tooru wandered down the hallway and he stopped, finally seeing the owners of those voices

there was a handsome little boy sitting on the chair by the island and his brown hair was a mess of wild curls

there was a woman with h/c hair swaying to the tune and a beautiful little girl curled up in her arms while sitting on her hip

‘hey’

oikawa spoke out and caught everyone’s attention

‘papa’s awake!’

‘pa!’

‘hello tooru’

tooru froze

that was you

he knows it’s you

‘y/n-chan’

he whispered and you looked back at him from the pan

‘yes? if youre looking for coffee, we ran out apparently’

that was not what he was talking about

he hastily walked over to the boy and he blinked rapidly

‘you look like me’

he mumbled and the child grinned

‘eung! papa  and yozo look the same! mama and nana say so!’

yozo?

feeling like all the attention was on him, the little girl whined and her hands made grabby motions to him

‘pa pa’

she whined and tooru just felt something in him that screamed to hold the kid

you shushed the little girl

‘dont worry, looney loon. papa’s right there’

loon?

tooru stayed frozen at his spot and you raised an eyebrow at him

‘tooru? luna wants you’

oh

luna

that snapped him out of his trance and he held the little girl in his arms where she smiled at him and then he felt tears welling up in his eyes

then he woke up

okay sorry that was a long dream

so this dragged on for so long already okay

this was only meant to be small but aaaaa i couldnt help itt!!!!

but anyways!

the boys are just simps for you and theyre creeps that take pictures of you and they think about you all the time pls accept their love

also a mild continuation of the dream:

oikawa was holding luna and she was happily laying there when another figure emerged from the hallway

‘iwa-chan?’

he asked, surprised

what was he doing here?

iwa heard his name and grunted before going to a beeline for you

you smiled at him and he leaned in to give you a kiss to which oikawa froze in

iwa noticed his best friend holding his daughter and luna saw her father there

‘daddy!’

she shrieked and tooru blanched

‘uh, what?’

iwa extended his hands out to hold the girl but tooru held her tightly and leaned back

haji narrowed his eyes

‘um, give me my daughter, oikawa’

he grumbled and tooru shook his head

‘no! shes my daughter!’

you blinked

‘your god daughter, yes. but she’s half of your best friend, tooru’

half of his-

god? daughter?

‘so that means-’

‘piece it together, oikawa. did ya get brain damage or something? babe, call the doctor’

oikawa screamed

a/n: lol look WHO ROSE FROM THE GRAVEEEEEEE :) anyways. i really want to deeply apologize to everyone for taking an unexpected break and i shouldve told you guys and im really sorry :( everythings just chaotic lmao and im just like taking a breath for a second uwu and im so AMAZED at how many people still follow me even tho ive been gone for so long like bls yall are real ones :’) i love you all and the req box is still closed at this time as i need to finish the ones i have first soo thankyou for reading thiss and hopefully ill update soonerr!!! :)))

also not me completely messing up my kuws and missing 8 and 9 in my masterlist and having a mindblowing realization that i have 10 keeping up with seijoh fics

[gabriel-agreste-has-no-rights]

Rating: G

Summary: XY tries to steal Luka's non-existent gym badges.  Instead, they both end up making a new friend.  (For @luxyweek day 3: Pokemon)

Word Count: 2071

XXX

Luka woke up to a stranger rummaging in his bag.

He should’ve known better than to fall asleep in the Pokémon Center, especially in a city as big as Lumiose.  Exhaustion after a late concert was no excuse to be careless.  Even if crime was rarer after the takedown of Team Flare, there were still unorganized thieves around.

Like this idiot who thought Luka was an easy target.

“C’mon, he’s gotta have at least one…” The idiot was mumbling.

Without opening his eyes, Luka slowly moved his hand to his pocket.  He pulled out the one pokéball he had on him.

“Who the heck carries so many metronome items…?” 

While the thief was distracted, Luka pressed the button on his pokéball.  One click, and his Loudred burst free.

“GWAHHHH!!!”  She boomed, and the thief jumped back with a shriek.

“Wh-h-hey!” he stammered.  Luka finally got a good look at him.  Tall blonde hair, tacky outfit—was this some remixed Team Flare grunt after all?  He was wearing purple rather than red, though.

“That’s an, uh, nice dude you got there.”  He eyed Luka’s Loudred dubiously.

“Symphony is a girl.”  He scratched her behind the ear, and she made a low rumble.

“Uh.  Nice babe then.”

Luka snorted.  Why had this thief bothered to stick around?  He thought he’d have run off by now.  Luka really hoped he wasn’t going to have to battle.  Symphony had worked hard enough tonight.

“Why were you looking through my bag?”

“Pshaw, I wasn’t doing that.  Besides, you don’t have anything useful.”

Wow.  This guy really was an idiot.  The Team Flare grunts were never too smart, either.  Just a bunch of kids who got mixed up with the wrong crowd.

Well, Luka was no trainer like the ones who’d busted them up last year.  But maybe he could keep one kid from following down that road.

“What do you count as useful?”  Luka asked.  “Money?  Items?  Pokémon?”

“Maybe Pokémon would be useful, if they’d stop being haters and listen to me.”  The guy crossed his arms and pouted.

“...So you’re not a trainer?”  Luka glanced around the Pokémon Center.  Everyone else was very determined to mind their own business.  Not that Luka needed their help to deal with a guy who couldn’t even use his own Pokémon, but still.  Someone could’ve tried.

“I’m going to be a trainer.  Just as soon as I steal a badge and get this Zorro dude to listen to me.”

Luka raised an eyebrow.  “Zorro dude?”

“Yeah.  Dark type?  Sick red ponytail?  Likes to copy me and make me look stupid?”

He sat up straighter.  “You have a Zoroark?”

That Pokémon was rare enough to border on legendary.  They didn’t even live in the Kalos region.

“Yeah, that’s what I said.”  The guy looked at Luka like he was stupid.

“How did you catch a Zoroark if it won’t even listen to you?”

“Dad gave ‘im to me.  He wants me to get famous here, but it’s harder to fake battles than I thought.”  He sighed dramatically and sunk to the seat next to Luka.

Clearly the ‘get famous’ plan wasn’t working.  Luka had no idea who he was.  At least he was pretty sure he wasn’t a Team Flare grunt, though.

“And you’re telling me this… after trying to rob me… why…?”

“Cause you asked.”

Luka blinked.  “Touché.”

He gave Symphony one last pat, then returned her to her pokéball.

“Traded Pokémon won’t listen to you without badges,” he told the would-be thief.  “And I don’t have any of those, if that’s what you were looking for.”

“Really?  But you look—”  The guy gestured to all of him.  “Y’know.  Cool.  Tough.”

“Thanks? I guess?  I’m just a musician, though.”  He patted his guitar next to him.  It was pretty telling that this guy hadn’t tried to steal that.  “I only battle if I have to.”

“Huh.  Well that’s pretty cool too, I guess.”  The guy shrugged.  “I did Pokémon Contests in Hoenn for a while.  Before I got banned for using holograms.”

Luka raised an eyebrow.  “Any other international crimes you want to confess to?”

“Crashed my boat into a herd of Luvdisc in Alola.  But that was an accident.  How was I supposed to know they were endangered?”

“I was being sarcastic, man.”  Luka shook his head.  “Nevermind.  Come on.”

He stood and hoisted his guitar over his shoulder.

“Huh?  Where are we going?”  The guy trotted after him.

“To catch you a Pokémon.  Before you get yourself kicked out of another country.”

XXX

The stranger’s name was XY.  It stood for Xavier-Yves.  It didn’t sound like an Unovan name, but that was still the least weird thing about the guy.  Maybe that was just a pseudonym.  He probably needed one after all of his criminal acts, accidental or not.

“Alright, XY.”  Luka stood knee-deep in the grass of Route 4.  “You’re going to be borrowing Symphony for this.  Borrowing.  If you run off with her, she’ll suplex you into the ground.”

XY eyed the Loudred next to him.  Sweat beaded on his forehead.

“Got it, Mr. Couffaine.”

“Just Luka is fine.”  He sighed.  This was such a weird way to be spending the night after a concert, but it was still better than going home.

“Got it, Mr. Luka.”

Close enough.

“Alright, now follow me into the grass.”

“I can’t do that!  That’s where the Pokémon are!”

Luka rolled his eyes.  “That’s the point.  You’re going to catch one.”

“I thought you were going to catch me one.  Because you’re cool and sexy like that.”

“Flattery’s not getting you out of this.”  Luka grabbed his wrist and tugged him into the grass, Symphony following behind them.

XY squealed again.  “But what if they eat me!”

“We’re on Route 4, dude.  The biggest Pokémon out here is a Skitty.”

“...Those things eat meat, right?”

“No.”  Even if they did, they would probably know better than to eat XY.  They didn’t know where he’d been.

“If I die, you’re paying for my funeral,” XY grumbled, even though he’d already gone off on four tangents about how rich his dad was.  Luka didn’t even bother responding.

Suddenly XY screamed again.  A few Fletching flew out of the red flower patch.  At this rate, they’d never catch anything.

“What is it this ti—oh.”  Luka blinked down at the tiny Pokémon clinging to XY’s ankle.  “It’s just a Flabébé.”

The little girl seemed to have mistaken XY’s socks for a flower.  She was shuddering, cowering against the fabric even as XY tried to shake her off.

“Dude, cut it out.”  Luka gripped him by the shoulders.  “This is perfect.  She already likes you.”

“Y-you think so?”  XY set his foot back on the ground.  The Flabébé tentatively looked up.

“You might not even need Symphony to weaken her.  Here.”  Luka took out a pokéball, but hesitated to hand it over.  “Are you going to take good care of her if I give you this?”

“What gives, man?”  XY snatched the ball.  “You were gonna teach me about catching Pokémon, not about, like, parenting stuff.”

Luka hadn’t thought this through enough before seeing the little Flabébé.  He couldn’t in good conscience condemn her to a life with XY without knowing that he would treat her right.

“Are you staying in Lumiose?  I live at the edge of the city.  I could come check on her.  Just to make sure she’s not giving you too much trouble.”

“I didn’t know you were gonna want joint custody.”  XY smirked.  “But sure, whatever.  Can’t complain if you want to do half my work for me.”

He knelt down and tapped the Flabébé on her head.

“You are just a little thing, aren’t you?”  He let out a nasal laugh.  “How do you feel about me being your new dad?”

“Please don’t say it like that.”  Luka groaned.

The Flabébé fluttered into XY’s palm and nudged the pokéball.  Wow.  She must really have no standards.

“Sorry.  Me and Lu are gonna be your new dads.”  XY grinned.

“Aaaand that’s even worse.”

The Flabébé looked at Luka.  He looked at her.  She looked at him.  He looked at her.

“...I’m not being your other dad.”

Symphony blasted out a honk of laughter.  He glared at her.

“Don’t make me put you back in the pokéball.”

She just smiled innocently.

“Okay, okay.  Shut up.  We’re doing this.”  XY took a deep breath and pressed the button on the pokéball with his thumb.  It split open, sucking the Flabébé into its light.

The ball glowed red while rocking back and forth.  Once.  Twice.  Three times.

Then it went still.

“I—I did it?”  XY stared at the ball in his palm.  Luka swore there was wonder in his eyes.

Hopefully this hadn’t been such a bad idea after all.

“You did it.”  Luka clapped him on the shoulder.  “Why don’t you let her out now?  She should get used to you before you take her home.”

After fumbling for a moment, XY popped the ball open.  The Flabébé flashed back out and hovered in the air.  She quickly zipped down and plucked a red flower, hugging it close.

“Aww, our first date and she’s already giving me flowers.”  XY laughed.

“It’s not for you.  Flabébé has to keep one close for protection.”

“Ah. Like a comfort blanket.”  XY nodded sagely.  “That’s okay!  I’ll pick my own flower.  Then we can match!”

He snatched up another red bloom, then tucked it behind his ear.

Luka was surprised to find himself smiling.  Who would’ve thought XY could actually be cute?  When he wasn’t trying to steal Luka’s non-existent gym badges, anyway.

“Are you going to name her?”  He asked to keep his thoughts away from that tangent.

“Huh?  Oh.  Uh… hmm.”  XY’s brow furrowed.  He stared at the Flabébé, who had fluttered back into his palm.  “You can’t tell me your name, can you?”

She let out a tiny squeak.  

“Hmm.  Yeah.  I feel that.”  He nodded.  “How about Cheeto?”

“Cheeto?”  Luka burst before he could think better of it.  Who named their Pokémon Cheeto?  

“Yeah, ‘cause she’s got that yellow dust all over her.”  XY rubbed a tiny bit of it off with his fingertip.  Flabébé almost seemed to purr.

“You mean… pollen?”

XY raised an eyebrow.  “Ew, gross.  What kind of name is Pollen?  Sounds like Pole-men.  And she’s a girl.”

Luka wanted to smack his forehead.  Symphony gave him a sympathetic pat.

“Well.  Have fun with Cheeto, I guess.”  He sighed.  “I’m going to go get some sleep.  You’ve got my Holo Caster number.”

“Wait!”  XY jogged after him, cradling Cheeto close to his chest.  “I didn’t get to say—thanks, man.”

Luka looked back over his shoulder, surprised.  “No problem.  This is better than stealing gym badges, right?”

“A lot better.”  He looked down at his new Pokémon fondly.  “Uh, sorry about that, by the way.  I—I’m gonna make it up to you.”

“Yeah?”  He raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah!  I’m gonna—take you to the hotel I’m staying at!  So you don’t look homeless!”  XY grabbed him by the arm and started dragging him back towards the city.

“I literally told you I live in town…?”

“Then why were you sleeping in the Pokémon Center like a hobo?”  XY smirked.  Symphony laughed where she was lumbering after them.

You’ve turned my own Pokémon against me.  Luka scowled.

“Didn’t feel like dealing with my mom,” he said under his breath.  

It was stupid, running away just because he’d finally found out about his dad.  His whole band was here. Including his sister.  Lumiose was a big city, but he couldn’t play guitar for Kitty Section and dodge his parents at the same time.

“Perfect!  There’s no moms allowed in my hotel room!”  XY beamed.

If staying out was stupid, then even considering XY’s offer was downright moronic.  XY had tried to rob him just hours ago.

But the dude was rich.  Luka didn’t have anything else he could want.  And whatever hotel room they ended up in was bound to have a more comfortable couch than the Pokémon Center’s.

“...Alright,” he finally agreed.

XY’s holler of joy could probably be heard in the next route over.

“Sweet!  Bro co-parenting slumber party, here we come!”

Luka let Symphony laugh at him.  He deserved it for ending up in such a ridiculous situation.

But somehow, he felt better anyway.

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WHOOOP I HOPE IM NOT LATE I LOVE YALL SO MUCH. Kuroo, Daichi and Suga’s gf being one of their team’s managers at the training camp. All the managers decide to play a little fun game of volleyball. She comes out in really short shorts making everyone’s attention on her. What will the boys do? 😏 I hope this makes it in time this is one of the main blogs i scavenge for awesome fanfics and thank y’all for keeping the fandom alive. Hugs and kisses for all!!

Lol if it’s the managers playing a game, I’m sure they’d all be in short shorts xD But thank you so very much for the love!!! I’m trying really hard to keep the content as fresh and new as I can but lord does it take me a bit to get my thoughts together these days lol Thanks for the request!!! Hugs and kissies xoxoxox - Admin Satori

Kuroo Tetsurou:

It was really nice of the team’s coach, and sponsor, to have an extra room for you to stay in. You and the other managers of their team, that is. Usually, in these situations, anyone not on the team would have to find their own hotels to stay in… And more than likely, the one the team stayed in was always booked! But this year, finally, they’d thought ahead and considerately had booked an extra room for the female managers to join in the activities.

They were your team, too, after all. It was only fair you be near them during their training camps.

You remembered your boyfriend, Kuroo, had been adamant about sneaking you into his room - even though he’d be sharing it with his best friend, Bokuto. He even went so far as to try to get you to start yoga so you were ‘flexible enough to fit in the suit case’. Honestly, you were sure he’d just been trying to get you flexible for… other activities.

“You doing okay? You’re all red.”

A squeak of surprise escaped you, and you slapped your hands to your cheeks to cover the blush that had formed. You’d gone too far down the rabbit hole of memories of the bedroom with your boyfriend…. And actually forgot where you were! Kaori smirked knowingly, “I-I’m fine!” You stammered out, quickly looking away when she only continued to smirk. “S-shut up and serve the damn ball!”

It’d been a boring night in. The boys, coaches and sponsors included, had went out to dinner to celebrate a good training session. Both Kuroo and Bokuto had invited you… but you’d decided it’d be frowned upon since the coach hadn’t invited you… so you’d stayed with the other female managers.

Which prompted a fun game between the 4 of you. So many managers for a single team, but it made sense when taking into account the different school schedules and whatnot. You could only work every other day for the team, while Kaori could only do weekends and extended trips, Kiyoko only worked weekdays, and Yukie could work every day…. But it took more than one manager to handle this… rambunctious team.

You and Kuroo were nearing your last semesters at Tokyo University! Almost done with your degree, and he with his! Everyday spent on the team now was humbling.. Because you knew the future contained bigger and better things for you and your love.

“Got it!” You called out, rushing forward and bumping the ball into the air, high enough for Kaori to tip it over the net. She landed with a happy cheer as the ball bounced just before Yukie could get to it. “Nice one!” You smiled widely, moving to get back into ‘position’ on your part of the halved court. The game continued, your side scoring, their side scoring… Neck and neck before a quick water break was called for.

Standing by the bench, you happily sipped from your bottle of water, listening to Kaori talk about how she’d have to slave away at homework when the four of you returned to the room. You were about to respond to her, offer to help her study if she needed it, when you felt a sharp pinch on the back of your thigh.

Reflexively, you went to kick at whoever had touched you so inappropriately! It couldn’t have been one of the girls, they’d never be so invasive, so it’d have to have been some kind of stranger who wandered into the gym!

Your foot got caught though, their hand holding it tight and forcing you to balance on your foot. You turned to curse at them, tell them to let you go, verbally defend yourself…. When you suddenly realized why Kaori hadn’t jumped to help.

“Oho~ So quick to fight…. Feisty.” His lazy smirk curled his lips, and had you letting out a heavy sigh of playful irritation, “I couldn’t help myself, ______, you just looked ripe for pinching…. A little goose didn’t hurt you, did it?” You knew he wasn’t really asking. He’d pinched you much harder in a different situation.

“I thought you were at dinner.” You tugged at your foot in his hand, but his grip held fast. You weren’t going anywhere any time soon. “Tetsu…” You warned, feeling your heart pick up the pace when his other hand rested on your calve, slowly moving upwards and stroking the smooth, freshly shaven, skin of your thigh. Goosebumps threatened to show themselves at his gentle touch.

“Ah, we left early. It was kinda boring.” Bokuto called from the bench behind you. He’d been talking to Kaori while you and Kuroo had your little showdown, “Daichi didn’t like that very much….”

Kuroo hummed in agreement, fingers pressing into the side of your thigh, a light grip. You tugged at your trapped foot once more, making his smirk twitch in amusement. “Ah well, I don’t think Daichi likes a lot of things…. Like when I take my timeouts to just come appreciate my girlfriend.” Your lips screwed to one side, struggling to hide your anticipatory smile at his words, his actions… He liked what he saw, and what he felt. “Ooooor when I leave from the room to sneak into-“

You kicked your leg roughly, stopping him from continuing since your foot landed square on his sternum and forced him to fall backwards. He stared up at you with surprised shock, he hadn’t thought he’d given you enough room to be able to kick him down. Your stern look had him laughing quietly, “Get rekt, Tetsurou.” Bokuto laughed, this time from across the gym - he hadn’t waited for Kuroo to finish what he’d been saying about Daichi, and instead had taken your place in the game with the managers.

“You’re impossible.” You muttered with a fond smile, offering your hand down for him to take, so you could help him up and dust him off. His hand found yours, long fingers wrapping around your hand in a tight, but gentle, grip. You went to help him to his feet only to find you were quickly being pulled down. You stumbled, “Tetsu!” He laughed as you landed on him on the ground, his arms wrapped around you tightly so you couldn’t escape as quickly as you wanted to. “The floor is so dirty, what the hell.” You whined loudly, like a child, moving so your hands were pressed against his chest so you could push off of him. But he held you tighter, your hands now trapped between yours and his chest.

Face to face now, you pursed your lips in playful irritation, “Come here often?” He smirked up at you, “You know, I’m actually staying in a hotel nearby… Nice place… Good mattress… Roomy showers…. Not to mention… Your shorts do feel a bit… short and tight.” His voice trailed off, and you let out a heavy sigh before resting your forehead on his chest with your eyes closed, knowing he wasn’t finished yet. “You and I could… Ya know….”

You lifted your head, raising an eyebrow at him, “Could eat in the lobby as a mismatched couple?”

Kuroo’s smirk broke into a joyful smile before he was tilting his head and pressing a kiss between your eyebrows, “You read my mind, kitten.”

Sawamura Daichi:

Why did you feel the prickle of nerves in your stomach? It’s not like you were doing anything wrong… You were playing a game of volleyball with your fellow managers! Nothing bad there!

Yet you felt… Cheeky as you jumped around, spiking the ball or tipping it over the edge. You couldn’t wipe the smirk from your face and had to continuously assure your fellow managers that you weren’t trying to bait them into a competitive game.

You were just feeling good today!

Or at least this evening.

You’d treated yourself to a good meal earlier, you’d taken your time in the shower, you’d relaxed for a good hour or two before deciding you wanted to be active! It was when you’d found only your… short shorts…. That you’d realized you hadn’t really packed anything to be active!

But what was the harm in wearing the short shorts? You leaned down, hands on your knees, crouching as you watched the three on the other side of the net tossing the ball between each other. They were planning something, and you were watching intently.

Being a senior in college, it gave you the ability to sense bs from the younger student. You were able to see what they were planning just by their sidelong glances. A long play? Or a tip over the net?

Then they were moving, quickly. And you had to jump backwards to try to keep up with them as the ball was tossed high, one of them jumping higher than they ever had and hitting the ball from its underside. Making it go flying across the court.

But you were feeling competitive! You were feeling like you were a hot shot in a real game, and you weren’t about to let this ball touch the ground!

You never made it to the ball in time. In fact, you’d been interrupted in your run to the ball. Strong arms had wrapped around your middle and held you back just as you were about to go sliding across the floor to save the ball. But instead, you were halted, and forced to watch as the ball bounced against the polished gym floor before it rolled to rest against the wall.

“I don’t think that’s such a good idea, _______.”

Deflated. That’s how you felt. Deflated and ashamed…. Only to quickly feel irritation in your chest blooming furiously as you pushed out of his arms, “What the hell, Daichi! I had that!” You wanted him to know just how excited you’d been, how in your own mood you’d been, and how rude he was to have robbed that moment from you. “I was gonna save the ball! What? Just because you aren’t playing, I can’t play either?”

His brown eyes hardened, warning you of being so rude to him. He’d saved you. Completely. “_______, there’s no need to be mean.” His voice was calm, and you felt irritated he’d pull on his ‘dad’ pants to talk to you. As if you were some tantrum throwing child. “You don’t have kneepads on.”

Well, duh.. You knew that. All the actual supplies were locked up because the coaches didn’t want anyone getting into them while they weren’t here. You didn’t have any kneepads or elbow pads, but then he only wore his kneepads for official matches! You couldn’t count how many times you’d had to play nurse for him because he’d be too in his own head to realize he wasn’t wearing kneepads.

This time he raised an eyebrow at your dumbfounded expression, he could read the ‘duh’ on your face and found it kind of…. funny. He chuckled, the initial insult he’d taken from your reflexed attack passing as he realized you’d quite literally followed in his steps.

“______…. Look down…” You rolled your eyes before looking down at your shoes. They looked scuffed, you’d have to buy new ones soon… “What don’t you see?”

“Look, Dai, I don’t have time for this. I was playing a game!” You huffed, clearly irritated with his parenting your every move. You were his girlfriend! Not his child!

Daichi smiled patiently, “No, no. Wait a second.” His arms tightened around your middle as you struggled to leave his hold. He’d feel horrible if you continued to think you were a pro and hurt yourself because he couldn’t get you to see exactly what was wrong with what you’d been about to do. “What happens when I slide without my kneepads? You get mad at me for doing that, right?”

You let out a loud sigh, “Yes, you get so in your head about what you need to do, you forget to take care of yourself first! What about it? Did you skin your knee again during practice today?” You rested your hands on his crossed forearms under your ribcage, figuring you’re going to be trapped in his arms for the long haul if he was just bringing up constant nurse memories.

He laughed. He laughed a short, bark of a laugh at your question, “Well yes, I forgot that today… But that’s not the point.” He quickly covered, clearing his throat to cover the clear embarrassment at his admittance. He’d tried to take care of his skinned knees on his own, but your nursing methods sure did feel better when you were the one helping him. “_______, are you wearing kneepads?”

“No? The supply closet is locked up! How in the hell would I have kneepads?”

“And what were you about to do?”

Another loud sigh, another rolling of your eyes, “Save the ball! Duh- Oh.. Wait…” The realization slapped you across the face.

He’d actually saved you.

You looked down at your legs once more to see, indeed, you weren’t wearing any kneepads. Not even one. Then you looked at the polished floor of the gym - the wooden tiles still presenting the danger of irritatingly rubbed skin…. You would have definitely been hurting afterwards if you’d been allowed to save the ball. It’d been too low for you to just bump it while standing… and you’d wanted to look cool… so you would have.. definitely…..

Covering your face in your hands, you let out a low whine of embarrassment, of shame. He’d saved you and you’d gotten mad. “Dai….”

Daichi lowered you easily, you were thinking sensibly again, but he didn’t say anything. Just letting you marinate in your shame for how you’d reacted to him.

“Dai…..” You tried again, your voice wobbling the longer you sat in your own guilt. Stomaching your nerves, you turned so you could face him…. But you didn’t lift your head to meet his gaze.

You wondered if he’d be mad? Or maybe he’d just leave you? What if he did? Your heart dropped to your stomach. No way… he wouldn’t leave you over something like this, would he? You’d never gotten angry with him before! Playful arguments here and there, sometimes he’d be irritated from the trials of the day and bring it home with him…. And you’d do the same some days… But arguing? Never! You’d never gotten angry with him…

The sound of rustling clothing brought you out of your downward spiral, and you looked at your very thoughtful boyfriend to see he was stepping out of his track pants. Thankfully, he was wearing his practice shorts underneath, but still… The front row view of his undressing had your cheeks flaring with embarrassment. “W-Wha-What are you doing? Stop!” You reached forward, trying to grab the hem of his pants to pull them back up for him but you were too late. He’d taken them off.

And now presented them to you.

“Wha….?”

“There’s a drawstring in the front, and on each ankle…” He showcased the drawstrings tucked in their little pockets, “If you tighten this around you, and make sure it fits,” He gave you a pointed stare, making you look away almost immediately, “Then you can get back in the game and save all the plays you can…”

You bit your bottom lip… Not feeling like you should take his offer.. You wanted to just spend the rest of your evening with him in the hotel, maybe go swimming in the hotel pool or go out on the town with him…. But he was still offering the pants to you.

“Thank you…” You mumbled, taking the pants from his hand and pulling them on. Doing as he’d said and tightening the drawstring around your waist, letting out a yelp of surprise when you felt his hands on your right leg - one cupping your calve while the other easily tightened the drawstring by your ankle.

“Also…” He looked up from where he crouched before you, both of his hands on the outside of your thighs now, just below where your shorts ended beyond his track pants now. His fingers curled around your thighs, gripping them lightly and making you shiver with your blush making another violent appearance on your face, “This way, I can keep all this beautiful skin of yours safe from anyone else’s eyes.” Daichi winked up at you, his lips curling into a playful smile.

Sugawara Koushi:

You hadn’t realized how kind of boring these training camps were… Obviously, they weren’t focused on the managers, of which you were, so they weren’t directed towards your likes. But your boyfriend, Suga, seemed to be having as much fun as he always did with his friends!

And you guessed that’s where you could be placated. If he was having fun and enjoying the company around him… then you could happily go on about your boring day…

Only now he wasn’t around, and you were bored. So very bored. The hotel was nice, the pool was cool…. But you felt like being active! You wanted to go out there and jump around!

That’s where the idea of a fun game of volleyball came from. Your boredom talking for you. And thankfully, the other managers were on the same level of antsy pants to join your offered game!

“Ohhh~ Where did you get those? They’re so cute!”

You looked down at your shorts, smiling proudly as you responded, “The shop by the university gym! It’s got so many colors and the material is super stretchy, too.” You demonstrated by pulling at the hem of the thigh, showing how it molded around your added fingers or stretched accordingly as you pulled it away from you.

That’s all that had been mentioned of your shorts, and yet you felt high and alert from the attention it’d gotten you! Confident! You felt confident in your movement and your body as you played volleyball with your friends!

In high school, you’d been on the volleyball team! That’s how you’d met Suga. The two teams, boys and girls, had met up for a practice match - co-ed - and you’d been graced with Suga as your teams setter since yours was out sick that day. First year you had been…. Floored by his appearance, and flustered by how sweet he was. You didn’t know if you’d fallen for him that day or the years following as the two of you grew closer as friends before eventually becoming an item.

From that first day, you’d always tried to practice with him and his team - to be closer to him more than anything.. but also because the boys team held so much more competitiveness with each other! Especially during your third year when the dynamic duo first years would pop off every moment they saw each other!

There was no competitiveness here, though, just a fun filled game of tossing the ball back and forth - whoever dropped it first owed the others a pork bun.. Nothing serious since the city you were all in for the summer camp had particularly inexpensive snacks! You were in the lead, though! But the girls didn’t want to have to keep track of how many they owed you, so instead they’d just give you the amount owed.

So many pork buns. Your stomach rumbled in anticipation!

The ball suddenly went flying over your head, “I’ll get it!” You called, trotting casually after the ball as it bounced by the gym entrance.

“__-_____?”

You suddenly stood straight from your bending position, the ball held tightly in your hands, feeling a gasp scraping against your throat at it’s sudden appearance. “K-Koushi?” You let out a heavy breath, resting a hand on your heart to show he’d startled you, “Don’t do that! My heart can’t take the surprises of an angel!”

Suga’s smile was soft, but there was a curiosity to his gaze. He stood on the gym steps, having heard the calling of voices from within and picking yours out from the crowd. His hand on the rail, one foot on the step in front of him, you’d surprised him as much as he’d surprised you. “An angel, huh?” He chuckled quietly, “Practice match?” He asked, glancing behind you to see the girls hadn’t actually waited for you upon seeing Suga taking up your attention.

Raising the ball in your hand, you smiled, “Yup. Got bored in the hotel… “ You smiled sheepishly, not wanting him to think you regretted coming on this training trip with him. It had been optional… But you’d taken it thinking you’d have more time with your boyfriend in a paid for room… when really, you only saw him during practice. “How was dinner?” You asked, not wanting an award lull to take its place between you two.

Another smile, though this one held a bit of secret to it, “Got bored.” He copied your response, and you let out a huff of a laugh, fingers delving into the grooves of the ball - why did it feel like you were nervous around him? Were you still feeling the same schoolgirl crush flutters around the young man you’d been dating for 2 years now?

Didn’t that mean the love was still strong between you? And he seemed to be enjoying your little chat… Was he feeling the same fluttering?

You glanced behind you, seeing the girls had continued playing, having found another ball in the opened closet.. You tossed the ball in their general direction before stepping out onto the top step of the stairs, just one above where he’d been about to go. His brown eyes watched you closely, and while his expression remained sweet and tender, you knew his eyes were taking in every single aspect of your movements. Like a hawk watching its prey.

“So you came by to…. Play a game?” The slight tilt of your head didn’t go unnoticed by him; Were you playing the same game he was? Or were you just feigning innocent? Or maybe you actually hadn’t realized the game he’d started up with you the moment he’d seen you pick up the ball?

Suga smiled still, gentle and easy, no sign of mischievousness at all, “Play a game…” He echoed, a slight hum to his voice. “Maybe.” The softness of his voice had you on edge, but you continued to push, stepping closer to the ledge of the step, within arms reach of him now.

He took the offer almost immediately, his hand reaching out, fingers outstretched and making contact with the smooth material of your shorts. “What game exactly, Koushi?” You knew he loved when you called his name, even in the most casual sense… It made him feel loved and like he belonged. Like he was needed and wanted. And he was.

Fingers found their way under the thigh of your shorts, pulling the material.. his eyes on the stretch of it. “This is really high quality material…” He noted, mostly to himself, and you smiled proudly as he let the fabric snap back into place. It wasn’t plastic elastic so it didn’t sting in the least.

“Koushi…” You called his attention, feeling a thrill shoot through you when his eyes looked up at you from under his lashes. He was still a step below you, and you bit the inside of your cheek at how…. Smoldering he could be even from this angle. A true master at his appearance’s influence on you, he smiled softly when you raised your eyebrows at him; he hadn’t answered your question.

“I did say maybe, ______.” He pointed out easily, the gentle amusement in his voice only being prompted by the playful roll of your eyes.

Humming in thought, you felt the rumble of your stomach interrupt your interpretation of his words and actions, “Well!” You started with a bright smile, hopping down the steps quickly before standing at the base of them - two below him now. You put your hands on your hips with a proud smile on your face, “I haven’t eaten dinner and I’m starving!” You pulled the collar of your shirt back, seeing the gathered money in your sports bra. Great shorts… still no pockets. “AND,” You added with extra emphasis, “I was owed pork buns for all my won games, so I’m going to go feed myself….”

You’d started walking away before he could get a word in, his eyes watching your enthusiastic display of pride. He simply turned towards you as you walked a couple feet away from him, about to call out to you before you looked over your shoulder at him.

“Koushi, are you coming?”

His smile was breathtaking, and he nodded quickly before hopping to the base of the stairs and quickly catching up to you. Suga immediately took your hand in his, lacing your fingers with his own and bringing your hand up to his lips to press a kiss to the back of your hand. Smooth and swift, you could only smile brightly in response.

What he asked next though, had you stopping in your tracks with a confused expression adorning your face.

“Those don’t chafe, do they?” He stopped beside you, your joined hands moving so he could tug at the stretchy material once more.

You cleared your throat with pursed lips, trying to think back to the tags on the shorts and if they’d warned anything about chafing or the like. In fact, you didn’t even know what kind of wash cycle they required… “Uh…. I don’t think so?…..” You looked down at your legs, moving them to spread a bit apart under you, not seeing any kind of irritation from your vantage point before looking back up at Suga with even more confusion, “Wait… Why?”

A smirk. A beautifully innocent smirk curled his lips as he leaned down and whispered, “Just wondering if I’ll be giving more kisses down there tonight to take away the pain.”

A/N: Reminder!!! All requests going forward from like…. December…. Are all based in college+ AU. I’m a legal adult, and don’t find high school boys ….. legally attractive lmao

[crittervolocity]

Hold Your Hand

This is a fic based off of this song and each time I listened to it I think of Kryii7y, so I hope you all enjoy :)

(Also their canon ages r different in this to fit the song lyrics. P. S. This is my first “ship” fic, most of it being written at 1-2 AM for a few nights)

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It was mid July, as everyone played at the public play ground. As most kids would play on the swing sets and carousels, Lucas was in his own world, sitting on the sidewalk path drawing with his best friend and crush, John. He was fond of 9 year old boy with his brown hair, blue eyes, pink pastel shirt and white shorts. Nothing could break their friendship, they even had funny little nicknames for each other.

Lucas couldn’t help but be lost in the thought of that he was friends with him, despite the fact that he had a crush on him, but his train of thought was waved away by John.

“Im gonna go and get more chalk, I will be right back.”

“Ok.” he said with a smile that he couldn’t withhold as seeing him skip away.

He look down to see what John had drew or was drawing. He couldn’t help but chuckle at the lil’ milk bag that he saw, he knew it was him since that was one of the nicknames John had for him. Before he could start dreaming again, he heard John.

“Hey, Lucas, you will not believe all the col- AHHHH!” instantly cut off as he biff the ground and curling up to hold his knee.

Running as fast as he could, he looked at John, not knowing what to do. Yet knowing that John never like to be babyed in these situations. Panicking on the inside and his mind filled with thousands of thoughts on how to help, one stood out. Out of impluse, he reached his chalky hand out and spoke calmly.

“Reach out, I’ll hold your hand.”

John looked up with watery eyes, trying to act tough, he sat up keeping a tight grip on his knee before, now reaching out to the green eyed boy’s hand.

When their hands touched, Lucas’ heart beat increased, stomach filled with butterflies, he felt at peace. Looking into John’s eyes, he couldn’t tell if he felt the same way as he lifted him up to help him walk. But that smile reassured that thought.

-

“Today, is a big day.” He said, readjusted his clip on tie while looking in the mirror. Tonight indeed was a big night, for it was Lucas’ first prom night. As he looked in the mirror he couldn’t help but feel nervous, so he opened the door to see his mom standing there.

“Are you ok, sweetie?” She said before starting to readjust his suit. “You look a little pale, I bet it’s cause your nervous about what others will think.”

“Ya, I am - wait, how did you know it was that?”

“It’s a mother instinct, besides you look so dashing!” Shoving him in front of the mirror again. “Just remember, be you and don’t worry about what they think. I know someone will love you just as much as I do.”

“Heh, thanks mom.”

“I love you Lucas, now go knock them dead.”

He waved a settle goodbye, after hugging his mom. Running out the door and into the garage to his dad’s car with moms advice on mind.

-

The gym was packed, people compacted in there making it hard to get to the snack table. Luckily for Lucas, he got his dad’s height and was able to barely able to peek over the mob of teens, finally spotting the unmistakable bleached curly hair.

John immediately turned around to be greeted by his friend, “Heya milk bag, glad you didn’t chicken out.”

“Well, if you’re gonna be rude, I’m gonna leave.” With a sarcastic tone in his voice.

“Aww, c'mon man you know I’m just messing with you. Nice suit by the way.” John said, nudging him a bit.

He couldn’t help but smile with blush rising to cheeks. “Thanks, Cryboy Gaylord.”

With him using that nickname, John could not resist in staring at him and giving a grin, causing them to start giggling to themselves.

A teacher walked up onto the stage with a microphone in hand, queuing the music to stop for a moment.

“Attention students, we are hoping you’re all having a wonderful time. It is now time to clear the dance floor so the party may truly begin, thank you. May you all have fun.” She queued the music to begin again but it’s louder than before.

“Well if that wasn’t awkward.” He huffed. Lucky for John and him they were already on the edge of the dance floor, waiting for someone to catch their eyes. Even though Lucas would rather dance with his friend then some stranger.

“I’m gonna go grab some drinks, be right back.” Leaving Lucas to stand there by himself.

Immediately Lucas was approached by a girl with a blue dress on. “Hey cutie, wanna come and dance?” She said with a playful yet flirty tone.

Feeling a bit shy and intimidated by her, he shook his head gently. “Nah thanks, I’m waiting for someone.”

“Ok then, just know I’m available the whole night.” winking then waving her hand with a seductive goodbye as she faded onto the dance floor.

Lucas felt a bit revolted and still trying to process what happened. Did she really just flirt with me, kept popping in his mind but was cut short by that all familiar voice.

“Freshman, am I right. Thinking that they could stand a chance with you, pfftt, you’re better than them.”

A blush slow creeped to his cheeks, thankfully hidden by the strobe lights and foggy atmosphere. “R-really? I mean, psshh. Ya I’m better, … i guess?.” Rubbing the back of his neck out of confusion and fluster.

A snort was heard, “You’re such a dork and I love it.” Followed by a wink.

Lucas’ heart was pounding at this point. He likes me back … oh shit, should I make a move or … Instead of making a move, he giggled at the remark.

At that moment a slow song came on and John saw his opportunity.

“Shall we dance?”

“Sorry, … I can’t.”

John with a smiling eye said, “I’ll hold your hand.”

Lucas smiled, gladly reaching out to be grabed and sway out to the dance floor.

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(Yay, I finally finished it at 1 in the morning. I hope you enjoyed this song based/first ship fic.)

[eversall]

ok i thought of this malec elevator au and it's KILLING ME: magnus and alec ride the same elevator every day at the same time and always see each other and they think the other is super cute but are too shy(or at least alec is) but also they never really have time to say anything bc it's like a 3 second ride so little by little they start talking to each other and their fondness for each other grows and eventually they ask each other out to dinner and it's super cute i'm literally dead

this is so cute im dead too???!!! honestly the best idea. also please forgive me and imagine that a ride from floor twenty to floor one is long enough for them to talk, okay, it’s fiction.

It’s been an endlessly long day and Alec’s ready to just go home and camp out on the couch in his sweats, even though he knows he’s probably going to be dragged to the gym to spar by Jace. He strides into the elevator and tips his head back against the wall, blearily opening his eyes when it dings on the next floor down. 

A man walks in balancing an empty thermos and a notepad in one hand and his laptop and headphones in the other, trying to stuff everything into his leather messenger bag despite having no hands left to do so with. The laptop teeters and begins to fall; Alec springs forward and catches it, but as he looks up to say here you go the words die in his throat as he takes in the other man’s sparkling eyes and soft-looking lips. He’s got red-tipped, styled hair, and the scarf around his neck is doing nothing to protect him from the cold and instead emphasizes the sharp, broad cut of his shoulders and his muscles, the long lines of his torso. 

“Hi, uh.” Alec flounders, handing the laptop back. “Here.” 

“Thank you.” The man smiles at Alec, his eyes crinkling, and Alec can’t help but smile back, wide and genuine. He’s not a friendly person by nature, but something about the brightness of the man, and how beautiful he is, has blown his normal walls away. 

The elevator dings again, and they both smile at each other one more time before they go their separate ways. The thought of the man brings a smile to his face all night. 

.

It’s close to a week the next time Alec sees him. This time he’s holding a doughnut in his hand as he leaves work, contemplating if he wants to eat it now or maybe save to share with Jace, when the door dings and the man with the red-tipped hair walks in again. Alec looks up in surprise. 

“Nice goatee.” He says before he can help himself, and the man’s eyes widen slightly as he looks at Alec, before a slow smile spreads over his face. 

“Thanks.” He holds a finger up. “You’re the one who rescued my laptop last week - thank you for that, by the way. I would have lost all of my notes for this weeks project if you hadn’t.” 

“It was no problem.” Alec fiddles with the edge of the napkin in his hands as silence falls around them again, the digital display on the wall ticking down the floors from twenty to one. 

“I’m Magnus, by the way.” 

Alec looks up, surprised. Magnus is still looking at him like Alec’s done something unbelievable. 

“Alec.” He says, and the elevator dings for the ground floor. They smile at each other again - Alec hasn’t done this much random smiling for a stranger since he worked as a mall kiosk attendant for one brutal, short-lived week back when he was sixteen - and part ways. 

.

“I like your shirt.” 

“It’s just black.” Alec says, amused, the next time he meets Magnus. “You don’t have to pretend it’s anything special.” 

“Well,” Magnus adjusts his scarf - a beautiful printed silk one this time - and shakes his head at Alec, his eyes amused. “You complimented my goatee last time, which frankly I’ve gotten nothing but bad reactions about - I felt it was only appropriate I point out that you’re not bad yourself.” 

Alec laughs, startled by the way his cheeks heat up at the praise.

“I don’t think I’ll ever quite reach your level of fashion.” He remarks as the doors slide open. “Have a good day, Magnus.” 

“You as well, Alec.” 

.

“What happened to the red?” Alec blurts out, unable to help himself. Magnus looks at him blearily, an unusual tiredness layered over his impeccable makeup. 

“Oh, my hair.” Magnus runs a hand through his hair. “It was time for a change, I guess.” 

“Back to the basics?” Alec asks. Magnus looks at him, his head lolling sideways from where he’s resting against the wall, and a faint smile graces his features. 

“If I remember correctly,” Magnus says, “you’re the one that’s good with the basic colors. Like black.” 

Alec looks down at his purple button up and shrugs, looking at Magnus and lifting a challenging eyebrow. Magnus laughs. 

“You’re something else, Alec. Short for Alexander?” Magnus asks. Alec nods and smiles sympathetically at Magnus as the elevator doors open to the ground floor. 

“Have a good night, Magnus.”

.

“You inspired me.” Magnus says by way of greeting when the elevator doors slide open. His hair has streaks of violet in it, and Alec looks at it with barely concealed delight. 

“Glad to be of service.” He replies, nodding. Magnus hums. 

“I think I’ve figured it out. We meet once a week on this elevator, on Wednesday evenings. You work late?” Magnus asks. 

“I’m the head of the incorporation effort, and I’ve been working on getting all the mergers together.” Alec says, rubbing the back of his neck. “What are you doing so late?” 

“The mergers? I wrote one of them.” Magnus says, surprised. “You’re the Lightwood.” 

Alec smiles, charmed despite himself at the way Magnus snaps his fingers and makes a little a-ha! noise. 

“The one and only. When you introduced yourself as Magnus, I figured you were the Mr. Bane I’d heard so much about.” 

“Well, I’m flattered. Good things, I hope.” He smooths down the front of his coat and looks at Alec through his lashes, and Alec suddenly can’t breathe, utterly charmed by the man in front of him. “I’ve been having meeting with our Los Angeles design team ever week. I’m the last one left on my floor, usually.” 

“Well,” Alec says, clearing his throat and smiling crookedly at Magnus as the elevator door opens, “now you’ve got me.” 

.

“What’s the tattoo?” Magnus asks. Alec looks down in surprise to see that a curl of black is peeking out of his collar. He adjusts his shirt, face flaming red. 

“It’s, uh.” He shifts on his feet. “My mother and father come from some antiquated nobility circles…a very long time ago we had a coat of arms and entire codex of symbols. The book’s been passed down through the generations, and even though it doesn’t mean anything, we get them as tattoos to symbolize things.” 

“Nobility?” Magnus asks, his eyes wide. He shakes his head, his lips curving upwards into a smile.“You’re just full of surprises, aren’t you, Alexander?” 

Alec laughs. “It’s no big deal, I think half of Europe can claim to be descended from nobles.” He shrugs, and peers at Magnus. “I heard that you’re the son of an Indonesian business tycoon? That’s far more impressive.” Magnus shakes his head, his expression turning stormy. 

“The disowned son.” He says, and at the look on Alec’s face he hastens to reassure him. “It’s an old hurt, I assure you. I’m quite open about my sexuality, and that’s ruffled a few feathers. I’ve never regretted it.” 

“Oh.” Alec says, and Magnus gives him a strained smile. When the door opens, he looks squarely at Magnus. “I’m still sorry, though, for what it’s worth. I can’t imagine anyone being ashamed of you.” 

Magnus’ soft, delighted smile stays with him for days. 

.

“Cookie?” Magnus asks as he steps into the elevator. Alec hums in appreciation and takes one of the two that Magnus is holding. 

“This is the deflect symbol, by the way.” Alec says steadily, looking at the elevator buttons. 

“What?” 

“You asked about my tattoo last time.” He unbuttons the top button of his shirt and pulls the collar slightly, revealing the larger, sweeping symbol. “I thought that it would help me remember to hide the parts of myself that I didn’t like. It was the first one I got.” 

“It doesn’t sound like it worked.” Magnus says, and his voice is even and gentle, steadying as he regards Alec. Alec barks out a laugh as he pulls his shirt over the tattoo again. 

“No.” And he smiles. “It took me a while, but I learned to accept my sexuality too. It’s not the easiest thing in the world, but the tattoo reminds me to keep trying.”

“Funny how things work out.” Magnus puts his hand on Alec’s shoulder and squeezed, his fingers warm. It’s the first time they’ve touched, and Alec suddenly finds himself aching for more. It’s a ferocious, sudden want, and he blinks as he realizes that over weeks and weeks of elevator chats, he’s begun to fall hard for Magnus. 

“Yeah. Funny.” Alec says, clearing his throat as he stares at Magnus’ gorgeous eyes. 

.

“You look like you just received some very bad news.” Magnus remarks as he comes into the elevator. Alec snorts. 

“It’s not bad. Well,” he amends, “bad for me. My roommate - my brother - his boyfriend Simon asked him to move in with him. He’s ecstatic, of course, but I’ve gotten used to having him around.” 

“Simon Lewis?” Magnus asks, leaning forward in interest. 

“Yeah.” Alec says, surprised, and then he inhales sharply. “Oh, Simon works on the nineteenth floor, that’s right.” 

“He’s my assistant, he runs the whole place effortlessly.” Magnus smiles, his eyes fond. “I don’t know what we’d do without him. Your brother is Jace Herondale?” 

“His legal last name is Lightwood.” Alec says, nodding. “I’m happy for them. Simon’s a great guy - don’t tell him I said that. He pretends he’s got a healthy level of fear for me, and I’d like to keep it that way.” 

“Of course.” Magnus’ shoulders are shaking with his laughter. “But now you’re out a roommate?” 

“My sister offered to move in with me, but her girlfriend told me two weeks ago that she’s going to ask Iz to move in with her too.” Alec shrugs. “I don’t mind, living on my own, it’s just…nice to have someone around.” 

The elevator door dings while Magnus is looking at him sharply, carefully, and he almost misses Magnus’ soft “It is.” 

.

“This is the last week I’m working late.” Alec blurts out when Magnus steps into the elevator. Magnus freezes as the door closes behind him. “I - I don’t know how this is the only place I run into you.” 

“I don’t know either.” Magnus says quietly, a lost expression on his face. Alec’s throat is dry, but he thinks about the text from Simon on his phone - hey, now that I’ve connected the dots to my boss’ mysterious elevator man, you should give it a shot. you’ve got nothing to lose and everything to gain. 

Everything to gain. He hasn’t let himself think about being happy with someone in a long, long time, and that knee-jerk fear in his heart at the vulnerability required is still there. But this is Magnus, who’s beautiful and witty and intelligent, and Alec doesn’t want to let that go. 

“Listen, I, uh.” He sighs and looks upward, gathering his courage, before he looks back at Magnus. “You’re really great, and i just - you’re always the highlight of my week, and I want to - “

“Do you want to get dinner with me? Like, a date?” Magnus asks in a rush, his eyes hopeful and a smile growing on his face. Alec lets out the breath he was holding, his heart suddenly threatening to beat out of his chest, his cheeks heating up as he laughs. 

“I’d love to.” He smiles at Magnus, and it feels like the start of something amazing. 

.

one year later

“Working late again, Mr. Lightwood?” 

“I was waiting for my boyfriend, Mr. Bane.” Alec says, nodding seriously at Magnus as the elevator door closes behind him. It’s late on a Wednesday night, and they’re probably the only ones left in the building. 

“Waiting for your boyfriend? He sounds like a lucky man.” Magnus remarks. Alec rolls his eyes at that and steps forward into Magnus’ space. 

“I’m the lucky man, Magnus.” He says, exasperated and fond, and Magnus is laughing as Alec tangles his hand in the collar of Magnus’ shirt and kisses him, slow and unhurried as the floors tick by. 

And the thought of going home, to their well-lit apartment and their cats and their ridiculously expensive bed, no longer feels lonely at all. 

[jazmienblank-blog]

His toy 2p america x reader

     It was three in the morning  by the time you had left your best friends house, you turned and waved saying goodbye and walked down the street headed home, you had needed someone tonight not fully  knowing exactly why, you just felt...off. The need for assurance from anyone that everything was okay, nothing was wrong. Laughing at yourself, "you worry to much (y/n) everything's fine"

    The feeling of final peace and safety quickly was eliminated when you felt an unusual presence, it was like being watched, like someone was examining and remembering every detail about you, it made your skin crawl. frantically you looked all around, heart pounding, eyes scanning your surroundings, no one was to be found. Trying to calm any of your pounding nerves was impossible, instead you turned and bounded for home.

Time skip --------

     You woke up,stretching and yawning, it was a perfect day outside, sunny, warm and clear. smiling you got out of bed and went down stairs, in the kitchen you started a pot of coffee and some toast. "nothings gonna go wrong today, its beautiful out, and everything has just been my imagination, that's all" just as you finished your thought the doorbell rang.  you opened the door expecting it to be either the mail man or your best friend, however, it was neither,there was no one there, you stepped out just to double check when you kicked something on the ground, it was a small box, wrapped in (f/c) paper and a black bow, you picked it up and read the tag {from your best friend, don't open till midnight tonight} giggling you wondered what it could be, it wasn't your birthday, no where near your friendaversary, but you decided to let the mystery play out.

    After setting the box on the table in the living room, you finished your coffee ate your toast and started your day, and it was a long day; grocery shopping, clothes shopping, animal walking, visiting the seniors, the gym....who are you kidding oh you don't work out  though you didn't need to you were gorgeous, you visited your parental(s), by the time you got home it was about 8, the anticipation for the present was to much, so you cleaned EVERYTHING, made dinner, watched a couple movies, even a couple comedy's which kept causing you to choke on your own spit, and finally it was midnight.

    You shrieked with joy as you turned the tv off and grabbed the box that was left sitting on your table. you wasted no time in ripping every piece of paper off of the once (f/c) box,now left sitting in front of you was a box from a fancy pet store that was a few blocks away, you were confused at first and a little angry not to mention freaked out, but then thought maybe its just a left over box thing, from when your friend bought a collar for their dog, so you shook it off and opened the box, you stared at the object, inside was a black collar with a silver bone shaped tag that read (y/n). after a few minutes you shook your head and started laughing, it all made sense you were being pranked. "alright wheres the cameras? haha very funny" you picked up the collar at the same time you reached for the phone to dial your friend, "Hello? (y/n)? its past midnight what do you want?"

"Haha very funny, with the dog collar idea; what did I do to deserve this prank?" you twirled the collar in your hands.

"What the hell are you talking about? I didn't send you a collar. " You paused a second, if it had been your friend, they would have owned up to it. You decided to turned the tag around to find an engraving saying -Property of Al. - you gawked at the neckband, falling silent as your friend called for you, when you said nothing they hung up, it was silent, for a few minutes, but broken when a rough husky voice broke through you frightened concentration "How do you like your new jewelry babe?"  

   You jumped up off the couch and without thinking threw the box at the strange man in your house, it hit him in the chest before falling to the ground "really doll? a box? Yeah, cause that's gonna fuck'n hurt me right?" He chuckled as he took is sunglasses off and stared at you. he was shaggy but handsome and scary, he had brown eyes, that if you stared at them to long seemed to turn black and suck you into an abyss, auburn hair, and he was tan from the look of it slim or toned and muscular, it was hard to tell under his big airman jacket.

"w-who are you?" you gulped before straightening up and trying to put on a brave face "How'd you get in my house, a-and how do you know my name?"

He chuckled and smirk before replying, "Tisk tisk dollface so many questions." He slowly started walking towards you, naturally you stepped back but it didn't help, his strides were much larger, "Take that braveness off your face, it doesn't suit you, you're much cuter when scared, and even sexier when helpless." He pinned you to wall and continued to stare at you "I've been watching you babe, we don't have girls like you where I'm from, they're to strong, its hard to control them, but you, your small and frail, taking you should be no problem. You're just my type to (h/l) (h/c) hair,  (e/c) eyes full of fear, (s/c) skin, you're  almost perfect, I'm gonna change that, you'll have scars from me everywhere , how bout it dollface?"

    With a smirk the stranger whom you could only assumes name was Al.- due to the collar,- leaned in slowly, grabbing your chin to steal a kiss from you "Oh hell no!" out of no where you instincts kicked in, balling your hand into a fist you hit Al. Directly in his well....no no square "AH! you stupid bitch!" he fell to the floor both hands trying to sooth his man parts. you wasted no time in fleeing, running upstairs and into your room, locking the door behind you, you even took the desk chair and placed it under the knob,  gasping you realized you stupidly left your phone in the living room, so you grabbed a small dagger which always stayed under the bed and ran into your bathroom, shutting and locking that door behind you as well.

    You sat in your shower, trying to be the furthest away from the door as possible, everything was silent except for your breathing and beating  heart, you listened for the expected pounding on your door, but nothing... it felt like minutes then hours, just sitting and waiting for whatever was gonna happen, maybe he left? did he give up? your breath of relief came to soon, when you heard a soft knock on the door "Babe? come on don't hide from me, im not done with you yet, and your gonna pay for what you did doll." How did he get through the first door without making a noise!? You screamed as the bathroom door was knocked down with ease "There you are, you're gonna regret what you did bitch, but I know exactly how i'll get my revenge" freezing you almost forgot the knife in your hand, you stood up just as Al. reached you, closing your eyes you  thrust the knife straight at his chest, but it was stopped, you opened your eyes, and they filled with fear,he had grabbed your wrist just before impact.  Al. pulled you to him "Nice try, keep your eyes open next time dumb ass, ....and i'll take that"

    "Just let me go leave me alone!" You hit him and kicked him over and over but it was no use, "Ssshhhh, hush dollface." He flung you to the ground before grabbing your hair you winced in pain as he dragged you to your bed. Picking you up, only by your hair, you screamed slightly, it felt like your whole head of hair was gonna fall out, he  brought you close to his face, using his other hand to grab your chin to look at him, "Mm now all thats left is to find that pretty little stash of your's" He smirked as he threw you onto the bed and started searching your room - what could he possibly be looking for?....oh no!- just as you finished your thought Al. chuckled and pulled out a black box from inside your closet, he opened it to find exactly what he was looking for, ropes, cuffs, paddles, everything, Your body went cold with fear.

     Al. pulled out the ropes and cuffs from the box, "Lucky for you I'm not really to into everything else, however I do love these items, and how'd I know you had them? like I said I've been watching you babe." You had no idea how to feel, your only instinct was to run, and you did, you bolted from your bed, tears streaming down your eyes, you were so close, but sadly stopped just in front of the door, he grabbed your neck and pulled you, your back was to him, you could feel his hot breath on your neck as he spoke, "Where ya going doll? I'm just getting started." he growled before biting down hard on your neck and drawing blood, his teeth felt like dirty needles and  you couldn't help but scream. The pain was so distracting  you had no idea he had cuffed your hands behind your back, only noticing when he walked you to the bed and pushed you down face first.

     He stood above you, pleased with his catch, pulling a pocket knife out of his pocket he placed it on your skin, just underneath the bottom of your shirt,holding up your hands he ripped up, you gasped slightly, but bit your lip, tears forming in your eyes once again, your back was cold, then all a sudden warm, a gash in the middle of your spine started to bleed, " Don't worry dollface you won't die." He finished cutting the rest of your shirt exposing your breasts to cold air, Al. Smirked and got on the bed and leaned over you from behind, taking both breasts into his hands, toying with your nipples, twisting and pulling them between his fingers as he dipped down and licked the wound on your back, the warmth of your being in his mouth only made his growing erection hurt inside his pants, you shuddered but showed no emotion, you only felt disgusted with yourself, almost enjoying the feeling of what he was doing, but you made no sounds.

   One of his hands slipped down,caressing every one of your curves as he made his way to your womanhood. He slid his finger between your folds, teasing your clit the most, twirling his finger around it and softly pinching it, you groaned in your throat, fighting every urge to moan. You gasped/moaned when he slid his fingers inside you, it hurt at first but subsided after awhile, you tried to ignore it but he kept speeding up, curling his fingers and using his thumb to rub your clit, it was all to much,you felt a knot starting to form in your stomach - no no it can't be please no!- all of a sudden he stopped and sat up licking his lips and fingers clean "You taste so sweet babe." He looked down at your shorts in disappointment, "We can't have these on now can we? " Just as he reached for his knife you started kicking at him, you didn't want to give up, you knew all hope was probably lost, but not yet, not till he had you, and like hell you were gonna make that easy. He grit his teeth and hissed when you kicked his knees and made him drop his knife, "Alright bitch, looks like its gonna be the hard way!" Al. grabbed both your ankles, no doubt bruising them as he turned you around in on swift motion leaving you on your back. Having no time to react before he had ropes around your ankles and was tying your legs to the bed posts, you tried moving, flailing around on the bed, but you knew it was over.

    Al. stood up off the bed and started to undress himself, "You know doll this could have gone a lot smoother, you could have just let me take you, but no you had to fight didn't you? Well to bad babe, im gonna make you mine whether you like it or not." He spit in his hand and started stroking his long hard member as he crawled back onto the bed,grinning down at you, he wasted no time at taring your shorts off then placing himself at you entrance, seeing you like this, weak, vulnerable, pathetic it only made him want you more. He grabbed your thighs from underneath and slightly pulled you to him, before thrusting into you, your eyes shut anticipating pain but it never came, "Well well, looks like someones been enjoying themselves after all."

   You couldn't and didn't want to believe it, but your body was right, you hated him, but you  loved this kind of treatment to an extent. As you were lost in your thought Al. pulled out all the way and slammed back in, and you broke. Moaning loud as your back arched, he smirked and repeated the process slow at first, but faster and rougher with each thrust, "No! Stop it! Aah!" you groaned behind grit teeth. He leaned down and stuck one of your buds in his mouth, sucking first then biting, harder and harder till your moans turned into screams, it was exhilarating to him, it drove him to be animalistic to you, gripping your thighs as he thrust into you.

    You cried out in pain and pleasure as you felt a knot forming again, there was no stopping it. With one more thrust you came hard, shivering and panting as tears streamed down your eyes, "Now you're mine dollface." He chuckled as he pushed deep inside you and came, he pulled out and stood up, walking over to his pants he pulled out the collar from the pocket, grabbing your hair to keep you still he snapped it on, "Now everyone will know you're mine and not to touch you. Trust me, where we're going, be glad I found you first" he laughed and smirked as you lost consciousness.