#it’s so funny. welcome to the team! take your shoes off at the door make sure you leave if you���ve got a bounty

[zeb-z]

also can I just say. the difference between the joy of fit and bagi having a full day with blue, getting acquainted with the base, reuniting with their loved ones, all relieved to have more materials and more of a team - and then the absolute misery of etoiles and roier, moving the few valuable possessions red has to a new base that got immediately discovered anyway, losing all their gear, getting it back, then burning it themselves before killing eachother, is just so fucking funny. the new blues had freshman orientation while the new reds had a trial by fire canon event

[heaven-s-black-box]

Not so Subtle- Aomine x fem!Reader

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Recovery date: April 8th, 2024

Description: Hiii omg could you write something for Aomine Daiki? Female reader, tall, large chest and midsize pretty please 🙏🏽 Ok, so it would take place after Seirin's win of the Winter Cup (so he's less of an asshole, but still yk). New girl student, settling in really good, she's pretty, funny, confident and witty. So he can only like, like her. They banter a lot and get friends really fast, fall in love, yadayada. Summed up: friends to lover, female/tall/witty/large chest/midsize reader OH! Bonus if you can make a scene with Kagami showing some interest in her.

Notes: This work was recovered in conjunction with an anonymous researcher, we thank them for their contribution. I had a ton of fun writing this! The reader's physical appearance doesn't come up much, but as I was writing i considered her to be around 5'10" so she was slightly taller than Momoi and slightly shorter than Aomine. Also, reader's conversation with Kagami can be interpreted as having visited or being from America.

Word count: 1 923

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Starting at a new school halfway through the year is a terrible experience. The easiest way to make new friends is to bond over being in a new environment, having few to no friends, and the stress of exams. Showing up in January skips over all of that and leaves you to make new friends with your own social skills.

“Hi! I’m L/n Y/n, can I join you guys for lunch?”

“Hi! I’m L/n Y/n, can I be on your team today?”

“Oh, hey, you walk home this way too? I’m L/n Y/n.”

Y/n has no idea why her parents were so worried about starting her in a new school so late in the year. This was easy. Sure not everyone she talked with ended up being her friend, but she’d somehow ended up involved with the basketball team.

Scratch that, she knew exactly how she’d wound up as one of the basketball team’s managers.

“Y/n-chan!” Momoi squeals, through herself at the other woman’s back.

Momoi’s arms wrap around Y/n’s shoulders and the woman leans forward so that Momoi is laying on her back as they both laugh. When Y/n stands back up Momoi carefully drops back to the floor and links their arms together.

“Sa-chan, welcome back. Over your cold?”

“Mhm.”

The two continued over to the gym. Momoi was practically leaning against Y/n with her head on the taller woman’s shoulder as she complained about the last few days.

“Dai-chan didn’t even visit me! Let’s see how he likes it when I don’t visit him next time he’s sick. He probably wasn’t even practicing,” she grumbled.

“Hate to break it to you but he was.”

“Of course he was, seriously, I thought losing to Seirin-”

“No, I mean he was practicing.”

Momoi stopped, hand outstretched to the gym door, and turned to face Y/n. The annoyed pout she’d been sporting during her rant morphed into a wide smile.

“Really?! I’m so glad.”

Y/n laughed, reaching past Momoi and opening the door.

“I mean, I had to hunt him down yesterday because he skipped class and fell asleep, but ya he's been-”

The squeaking sound of shoes on the gym floor, followed by a dunk and yelling cut her off. The managers looked over to the hoop on the far end of the court and found Aomine being chewed out by Wakamatsu. Aomine’s attention, however, was drawn towards the women as the sound of the door closing echoed through the gym. He waved, turning Wakamatsu’s attention away from him and allowing him to slip away to the stage.

“Momoi, welcome back, are you feeling better?”

“Much, thank you!”

“Aomine!” Y/n yelled, stopping the forward half way across the gym. “Apologize.”

“I didn’t do shit!”

“That’s the problem!” Wakamatsu complained. “You absolutely could have stopped that dunk.”

“Dai-chan-”

“I wouldn’t worry about it.” All eyes turned to Y/n who’d taken a seat on the stage. “I mean, I’m sure that red haired dude from Seirin would love to get some dunks past him, Aomine’s just being considerate.”

“Hah?”

The rest of the team turned away, covering their mouths, to stifle their laughter as Aomine’s face visibly twitched in annoyance. Momoi cleared her throat and took a deep breath.

“Dai-chan, practice seriously. Seirin will be here soon.”

It was still weird for the team to see Aomine listen to people. Sure he dragged his feet plenty, in this case literally as he made his way back to Wakamatsu and the rest of the team, but since the Winter cup he was seemingly more open to suggestions. And when suggestions didn’t work, the new manager seemed adept at getting under his skin enough to make him want to do whatever it was he needed to.

Momoi joined Y/n on the stage and pulled her clipboard out of her bag.

“He likes you,” Momoi whispered as she flipped through papers to find her notes on Seirin.

“Not this again.”

“He listens to you, he doesn’t even listen to me!”

“He listens to you.”

“Only if he already wants to do whatever it is, remember last week when we were studying? He tried to take a nap and he only went back to studying after you asked.”

“Okay, he likes me… as a friend that he acknowledges won’t deal with his bullshit.”

Momoi rolls her eyes and hands Y/n the clipboard before resting her chin on her shoulder to see the paper.

“I’ll prove it to you,” Momoi muttered. “Alright, so…”

As the team got some last minute practice in, Momoi gave Y/n a last minute crash course on Seirin.

Just as they were getting to the bench players, Momoi’s phone rang.

“Tetsu!” She squealed as she accepted the call and slid off the stage. The team stopped practicing and Wakamatsu got everyone to start cleaning up. “How did you guys get lost?”

“Yo.” Y/n looked to her right to find Aomine leaning against the stage. He slid a piece of paper over to her feet, the number 74 was written and circled in red marker. “Thanks.”

“Seventy-four, nice.” She picked up the test and gave it a quick once over. “Impressive, you didn’t get a zero on any of the questions.”

“Ya, well I had an okay teacher.”

“Sa-chan got a ninety and I got a ninety-eight, so you own us ice-cream today.”

Rolling his eyes, Aomine snatched back his test and stuffed it in his bag. 

“Sorry we’re late!” A chorus of voices called out.

The two first years turned to find the Seirin basketball team, being led in by Momoi, taking their shoes off. Momoi skipped over to her friends and grabbed Y/n’s hands, pulling her from the stage.

“Come on, there’s someone you need to meet!”

“Alright, I’m coming. We’ll talk more after the game, Aomine!”

---

Tōō won, ending twenty points ahead of Seirin. Not unexpectedly as Kuroko’s misdirection was completely useless and Kiyoshi was gone. What was unexpected was the way Aomine seemed to be targeting Kagami, whether that be scoring through Seirin’s ace or shutting down as many of his scoring attempts as possible. During the break after the first half, Wakamtsu had chewed the ace out for showing off.

“We’re winning, aren’t we?”

“This isn’t about winning, it’s about getting better!”

Aomine had just shrugged.

“I think he’s jealous,” Momoi whispered after the players had left at the end of the break.

“We’re in the middle of a game.”

“I think it’s because you were talking with Kagami.”

“You were the one who said I should meet him,” Y/n huffed.

“I had to test a theory.”

“What theory?”

Momoi glanced over at Y/n, but was cut off by the coach clearing his throat.

Seirin headed out almost immediately after the game, while the Tōō players cleaned the gym. This time, Y/n walked them back to the bus stop so that they wouldn't get lost again. When she got back, she found Aomine sitting on the steps with her bag.

“Where’s Sa-chan?”

“She left, said she was feeling kind of tired and wanted a rain check on her ice-cream.”

Aomine handed Y/n her bag, and the two made their way to the school entrance.

“No post-match debriefing today?”

“I have no idea, everyone was being weird as fuck.”

Y/n nodded slowly. It was a logical conclusion that Momoi had introduced her to Kagami to make Aomine jealous, and that she’d convinced the team to clear out before she got back so that they’d be alone. Skipping ahead, Y/n turned around to face Aomine and kept walking backwards. It didn’t seem like they were being watched.

“Speaking of weird as fuck-oof.”

“Wall.”

“Fuck you,” Y/n grumbled, making Aomine laugh as she stepped around the wall and on to the sidewalk. “What was up during today’s game?”

“What about it?”

“Sa-chan thinks you’re jealous.”

“Tch, jealous of what?”

Y/n shrugged. “Race you to the convenience store!”

“Hey!”

Obviously Y/n didn’t plan to win. Aomine pulled ahead of her almost immediately, once he recovered from the surprise, and maintained a decent lead to arrive at the store just before her without leaving her completely in the dust. He laughed as she finally arrived and immediately collapsed against the side of the building, trying to catch her breath.

“So, what’s my prize?” He grins, bracing an arm above her and leaning in so they were eye level.

She raised her index finger to his face.

“Would you like to cash your prize in now or save up?”

“Why did Satsuki say I was jealous?”

“That’s what you want your prize to be?”

Y/n straightened up and joined Aomine in leaning sideways against the wall.

“Answer the question or you’re buying ice-cream.”

“Ah.”

Pushing off the wall, Y/n grabbed the front of Aomine’s shirt and pulled him into the store after her. The two made a B-line for the frozen section at the back.

“She thought you’d be jealous I was talking with Kagami,” Y/n shrugged, picking up Aomine’s favorite popsicle and her own.

The sound of the freezer closing filled the store, and the buzzing of the lights seemed incredibly loud in the silence that followed. Y/n looked over at Aomine to find him staring at her. She held out his popsicle, waving in front of his face when he didn’t immediately take it.

“What were you two talking about?”

“Huh?”

“You and Kagami. Why was he blushing?”

“Oh my god you’re jealous,” Y/n mumbled.

Aomine grabbed his popsicle and pushed the back of her head as he walked towards the counter. A wide grin spread across Y/n’s face as she chased after him, setting her treat next to his.

“We were talking about America and he was blushing because I said it was cute that he and his brother have matching rings.”

“Don’t call him cute.”

“I didn’t call him cute, I called the idea of having matching rings cute.”

“I could get us matching rings,” Aomine muttered.

The sound of the convenience store bell nearly drowned his voice out as they left the store, but Y/n was right on his heels and barely caught it.

“Sa-chan also said you like me.”

Y/n ran right into Aomine’s back when he stopped suddenly. She watched the back of his head as she unwrapped her treat and started eating.

“I think it’s funny that everyone thinks I haven’t figured it out.” Aomine’s shoulders tense up. “I mean, I wouldn’t say you’re subtle when you look at my boobs.” 

Y/n gently kicks the back of Aomine’s heel, urging him to keep walking. When he didn’t move she sidestepped him and started walking in front of him.

When he didn’t keep walking with her, she turned around.

He didn’t look stunned, definitely flushed, but he looked impatient– like he’d been waiting for her to turn around. Y/n inclined her head.

“You could’ve said something.”

“I could’ve,” Y/n shrugged as she walked back up to Aomine. “But I wanted to see the great Aomine grovel, just a bit.”

He frowned.

“What does that mean?”

“It means you need to ask me out.”

“Go out with me.”

Y/n sighed. “That wasn’t a question.”

“Nope, now let’s go get burgers.”

Aomine opened his popsicle and wrapped his free arm around Y/n’s shoulder as the two headed down the street.

[women-are-hot]

would love an Alexia fic

request: The team is waiting in an airport lounge for the plane and the reader gets really tired but finds the chairs uncomfortable so Alexia lets her use her as a pillow

Vacation Love

Note: i've made a tiny change in your request, but i hope you'll still like it. this could possible get a part 2, but let's see ho y'all take this part firstly. also, merry christmas to y'all and stay safe <3

Warnings: literally just fluff. i still can't spanish :/

You had just woken up, because you had to catch a flight later in the morning to Hawaii.

“I’m sorry to wake you, but we have to get ready, amor” your girlfriend, Alexia said which made you groan. 

“Why so earlyyy?” you asked, cover your head in the duvet. Alexia rolled her eyes as your childish & sleepy side was showing. Then she decided to take action in her own hands and picked you up.

“Ale, put me down” your sleepy voice said into Alexia’s shoulder.

“No, because then you will go back to bed” 

“You know me so well, babe,” you replied with a chuckle coming from your girlfriend.

—

After Alexia had splashed some cold water in your face and runned for her life with you on her heels, you started packing the last few things before the taxi would come.

“When will the taxi come?” you asked, stepping into the kitchen as Alexia was packing some snacks. 

“The taxi should be here in 10 minutes, so just get ready” your girlfriend answered, making you squeal quietly and Alexia looking weird at you. Then you ran into the living room and jumped on the couch.

You could almost have fallen asleep right at that second, but your girlfriend had other plans.

“I know what you’re on” she said and once again tried to pick you up, but this time you tried to fight back and stay down.

Your plan didn’t work tho…

You just ended up on Alexia’s shoulders and her carrying you to your front door.

“Shoes on,” she said. You gave her a disgusted look.

“I’m not a child” you responded, still looking at her with a disgusted face.

Alexia just smirked. “Put your shoes on,” she once again said. You gave her the most evil face you could pull off and then put your shoes on.

“Good girl” she said after you had taken your shoes on.

“I’m a dog now or what?” you asked and crossed your arms. Alexia just shrugged her arms and opened the front door while you rolled your eyes at her.

—

On the way to the airport, you two planned on what to do on a trip to Hawaii. You were really excited to see Alexia’s sister and mother as you’ve been working a lot in these christmas days and haven’t had much time to be with them, so a vacation is the only real thing to do with them in your opinion.

“They're always really excited to finally see you again. Todo lo que hacen es hablar de ti” (All they do is talk about you) Alexia told you as you walked hand in hand towards her family at your gate.

Just as Alexia had told you that, you saw a girl running your way and it just happened to be Alexia’s little sister Alba aka your best friend.

“Y/N” she yelled, making a few people look at her which made you a bit shy. Alba didn’t care though. She hasn’t seen her best friend in December, so she had to have a nice welcome back to my life, a hug and that stuff, you know.

“Hi Alba” you said and opened your arms as she ran into them. You hugged for some time, before Alexia coughed fakely, giving her you and her sisters attention.

“I’m also here, so hug me por favor” Alexia said. Alba put her finger under her chin, pretending to make a very difficult choice.

“Muy divertido” (Very funny) Alexia mumbled and then dragged Alba into her arms for a hug. 

As they had their sister moment, you spotted Alexia’s mother and made a little run over to her, giving her a big hug.

“Hola mi chica” she said and gave both of your cheeks kisses.

“Hola Eli” you replied with a big smile as Alexia and Alba had joined the two of you.

After all of you said your hello’s and then found a place to sit, you finally had your chance to sleep as the flight first took off in 90 minutes.

You tried to find a position to sleep in, but this stupid chair was just so uncomfortable.

“Love?” you heard and your eyes met Alexia’s.

“Qué?” you asked.

“You can use me as a pillow if you want?” 

“Oh, you don’t have to, babe-” “But I want to,” Alexia interrupted.

“Fine, but don’t you dare move. I actually want to sleep in just 30 minutes” you told her. 

“Just lay down!” she said and made a bit of space for you.

You gave her a little shy smile.

“Gracias” you replied and quickly gave your girlfriend a kiss on the cheek and then laid down with your head in her lap. 

Alexia returned the kiss with some lovely head massage as she knew you loved.

“No puedo. Ustedes son tan lindas” (I can't. You two are so cute!) Alba squealed, seeing her two favorite best friends being in love.

Alexia gave her a soft smile, not wanting to wake you up.

“Será mejor que te cases con ella pronto” (You better marry her soon) Alexia’s mother added quietly, but enough for her daughters to hear.

“Estoy planeando hacerlo” (I'm planning to do it) Alexia replied in Spanish as she didn’t want you to hear the news.

Alexia’s family gave her a side eye with a smile before going back to their game of uno.

[devskindawritingblog]

Okay, I have a couple of Christmas-themed Yellowjackets requests for you! The first one is for Nat. She has a fight with her dad and runs to Reader's house to see them, but because her shitty dad never celebrates she forgets that it's Christmas Eve/day (you decide). She's really embarrassed and she tries to leave again, but Reader invites her in to spend Christmas with their family. Could also have an awkward "meeting the parents" scene before Nat and Reader get to be alone together.

My second request is for our favorite Van! It's Van and Reader's first Christmas together as a couple, and they're exchanging gifts. Van gets Reader a gag gift (ofc) and it's a Vans hoodie (the shoe brand) because it looks like it says "Van's". She originally thought it was funny but gets really shy in the moment, but Reader absolutely adores it and showers her with kisses. Then maybe Van takes Reader to the team Christmas party and they wear it and Van is annoyingly smug about it/grinning and blushing the whole time. (I'm going to have a scene in my TaiVan fic where Tai finds out that Reader's already had this gift from Van, but I think the initial gift-giving would be really cute, especially when she's a teen, and I know you would bring it to life beautifully!)

Sorry for the really long ask, I just got so excited when I saw you were taking more requests! I love your writing and I can't wait to see what you do with these ideas! Thank you for sharing your work!🥰

Thanks for the long request , I really liked the Nat one well and the Van one. So I’m gonna do both.

Unexpected Christmas

Natalie scatorccio x reader

AN: I did my best with the request. I hope I did it justice. I just decided to make a simple family I didn’t want to make it to intricate . Also I know it’s 1996 but I decided to make the parents accepting. It was supposed to be nice and sweet and I didn’t want to make it about homophobia. Because that wasn’t that the request was about .I wanted it to be happy. Natalie’s text is in blue. I fear nat is ooc but I don’t know .

word count : around 1.4k

Nat didn’t know where she was going; all she knew was that she had to go anywhere else. She had another awful fight with her father. Something about her being ungrateful. She had started to learn to just tune out all his yelling. It got to the point where she couldn't take it anymore. She grabbed her leather jacket and left, bearing the cold weather of Christmas Eve. 

Nat walks through the snow and cold. And she gets an idea. The only place she knows she will be safe is with you. She makes her way to your house, picking up her pace as the temperature cools.

As you and your mom set the table, the faint sound of Christmas music plays in the background. It’s a lovely, peaceful night-your annual Christmas Eve dinner with your parents. Your father is finishing up the food in the kitchen. It's all calm and cheerful.

*Knock Knock*

You and your mother both turn to look at the front door. You place the last plate down and walk over to the front door. You're greeted by a red-flushed Natalie, the snowflakes easy to see littered in her brown hair.

Your eyes widen in surprise, definitely not knowing she would turn up unexpectedly. She clearly walked a while to get to your house.

“Nat? What's wrong?” you say, pulling her into a hug. You know quite a bit about her dad’s issues and start thinking the worst.

“I-Im ok.” she says, her voice breaking as she shivers. “Really, please don’t worry, I’m ok; it’s just my dad being an asshole again.” she says, shooting you a small, reassuring smile. You bring her in, take off her coat, and shut the door, as your parents get curious and make their way over to the front door. You turn around, and your parents are standing in the doorway.

“Um, who's this? I didn’t know we had visitors”Your mother says.

“Oh, I'm sorry, I’m intruding” Nat says as she tries to put her coat back on.

“No, please don’t go, Natty; we're having Christmas Eve dinner; you're welcome to stay. “You say as you tug on her arm, giving her a small smile. You get a little closer and lower your voice. “And I really want to tell them about us tonight and if you were here, it would make it so much better.”

“I didn't know it was Christmas Eve; I’ve never celebrated it before.” Nat says hesitantly, not wanting to intrude.

“ See! Even the more reason to stay’’

“ Fine, I'll stay.” Natalie smiles at you and looks over at your parents before she lets you take her coat.

“Uh, mom and dad, this is Natalie; she's on the soccer team with me;can she stay for dinner?” You ask momentarily, lying to them, to at least get Natalie warm and comfortable in your house before you tell them the truth.

Your parents invite her to stay. They trust you, and Natalie looks like she had been freezing. They don’t want to lock a teenage girl out on Christmas Eve so they let her stay. The warm coziness of your home makes her feel 100 times better than she was twenty minutes ago.

All four of you make your way over to the set dinner table, and you go into the kitchen to get another plate and cutlery for her. All four of you sit down together. You and Natalie are next to one another, and your parents are across from you. The night proceeds well. Natalie is quieter than her usual self, and you almost laugh a little when your mom makes a comment about how Natalie seems like a nice girl and a good influence. She seems like she is having a good time having an actual holiday meal.

After everyone finishes eating, you take Nat's hand underneath the table, giving her a little squeeze to signal her. You sit up and smile at your parents. “Um, I've been wanting to tell you guys about something that I've wanted to say for a while.” Your dad nods non-verbally telling you to keep going. “So I was talking about how I said I’m seeing someone, and I was going to introduce them to you when I'm ready.” Both your parents look back at you, urging you to keep going.

“Well, me and Natalie are dating.” you say, slowly trying to gauge their reactions as you look over at Natalie to check on how she is doing. 

You nervously look back at your parents. “Really? That's lovely.” your mother smiles as she gets up to hug you. You're shocked that your parents don’t mind, but they have always been loving and trusting. Your father comes over as well, hugging you. He goes over to Nat and shakes her hand. You laugh a little at Natalie's face. It's a mix of nervousness and happiness all in one. You can tell she is nervous around your father and how he would react. She has had a complicated relationship with her dad, and seeing your dad being nice makes her feel so much better.

The four of you have a nice little talk. You get the whole "be safe” talk, and finally you drag Natalie up to your room to “show her your room.” You open up the door, pulling Nat in by the hand. You close the door behind you, and Nat wanders around your room, checking out your posters and little trinkets.

“How are you feeling, Natty?” You smile, ruffling her hair, as you lay down on your bed with her.

She smiles back. “Good, I'm glad your parents aren't assholes.” She jokes, but you know deep down she wishes her parents actually cared about her. 

You give her a small kiss on the nose, making her nose scrunch up. You laugh a little and sit up quickly, going over to your closet to grab something. “Close your eyes” you say, grabbing something and holding it behind your back.

“A gift? You know I hate gifts.” Natalie says, closing her eyes, even if she protests.

“Just shut up and let me do something for you.” You say walking over to her and giving her another kiss. “Okay, open your eyes.” you say as you pass her a homemade stocking with her name on it. You smile and sit down next to her. It's hard to know if she likes it or if she thinks it's cheesy because she hasn't said a single word. She just stares at it, taking it all in.

She turns to look at you as tears well up in her eyes. Your eyes widen a little, worried if she is okay or not. “I know my knitting is bad, but I didn't know you'd cry.” You say, hugging her close as you rub her back. She laughs through her tears as a small smile grazes her lips. “It’s not that. It's wonderful. It's the nicest thing I’ve ever gotten. My dad hates Christmas; he never lets us do anything; this is so nice.” She says as her tears start back up again.

Both of you lay there on your bed in a comfortable silence as you run your fingers through her hair. Natalie reaches into her back pocket and pulls out a little bracelet with your name on it.

“So I found my old beads, and I had enough to spell your name.”

“I was going to surprise you with it on our anniversary; I kind of forgot it was in my pocket until I sat down. I know it's small, and you made me a whole stocking, but-” You cut her off by kissing her, and she quickly takes the hint. 

“I love it, Natty; its the best gift I got.”

You both lay in your bed cuddled together, falling asleep to the sound of a Christmas movie playing in the background. It was both of your best Christmas ever.

[vansmaybeonthewall]

it takes GUTS

summary: the one where Jamie needs his sister's help. and the one where Jamie actually helped you figure out your love life.

will kitman x reader

jamie tartt x sister!reader

word count: 6.1k

author's note: here we are, you and me, me and you. this turned out longer than expected, curse the screenwriter in me. but i do hope you enjoy <3

warnings: cursing, light smut, allusion to smut

Time. 2-1.

The crowd jumps and the cheers are deafening. Richmond players storm the pitch and throw themselves at their fellow teammates. It wasn’t an easy win, but a final-minute goal secured their spot. It felt almost dream-like, so of course, it called for a celebration. Chanting echoes off the walls as they make their way back to the locker room. Talks of celebration filled the room but it all came to a grinding halt when Sam mentioned the club they were planning to go to, was closed. Cue the multiple groans and moans of anguish and disappointment. Jamie, however, stood silent.

“What the fuck are you thinking about?”

Roy, the everloving burst of sunshine, broke his thought bubble. Jamie looks at his teammates' expectant faces and sighed. This is not where he was picturing his night to be going. On one hand, he’d be able to celebrate with his team in a more private setting, but then again…Oh fuck it.

“I got a place we could go to.”

And the cheers resume.

“But, I do have to call first.”

And the groans are back. Pulling out his phone, Jamie leaves the room. It rings seemingly forever until the other person picks up. Loud music has Jamie pulling the phone away from his ear.

“Jamie!! What do I owe the pleasure?”

“Remember that favor you owe me?”

“Obviously. You always remind me after I ask you for something. ‘I got ya a sandwich from the shop, you owe meh. This shirt made me think of ya. ‘Oh thanks Jamie!’ ‘Now can ya buy meh these shoes.’”

“You think you’re so funny-”

He pauses before it turns into a back-and-forth game of throwing insults to see who seethes in anger first. Jamie explains his predicament and shuts his eyes, hoping for a positive answer. It’s silent.

“Please, winger. I’ll…I’ll let you come watch drills. I know how much you enjoy that shit you weirdo.”

“I’m so gonna make you regret that. Deal striker.”

Jamie punches the air and expresses his gratitude. Walking back into the locker room, all heads turn to him. Jamie being Jamie, takes the moment to be cocky until he’s hit over the head. Rubbing the sore spot, he grumbles about their invitation. And while they are happy they have somewhere to get absolutely sloshed, Ted wonders who he had to call and why he needed an invite.

“Now hold on gang. Jamie, where is it that we’re going?”

Jamie looks around with a smirk on his face. “You’re gonna love this.”

~

Pulling up to the club, which they now knew was private, the boys were surprised to be standing in front of an old bookstore. Although confused, they follow Jamie quietly through the store. Upon reaching the back corner, an employee sits up in his seat. Jamie utters a word and a bookcase opens to reveal a secret door. Excitement rises as the team walks through. The sound of music and people cheering reach their ears. The scene leaves all of them besides Jamie speechless. It was such an open space hidden behind the walls of an old shop.

“Lads, welcome to Seventh Heaven.”

The crowd gets louder near the bar. At the center of it all is you, standing on the counter chugging a cup of whatever mixed drink was handed to you. You throw your hands up with a sour look on your face. As the cheers and chants of your name fuel your ego, you spot Jamie & co making their way to you. Jumping off the counter, you maneuver through the now dissipating crowd.

“Tartt-breaker number two! You made it.”

“The fuck you mean two? You’re two if anything.”

“Fuck off, I’m number one dickhead.”

“Oi!”

The shouting behind Jamie gets your attention, suddenly remembering you invited the whole team. Shoving Jamie out of the way, you step forward and introduce yourself. Roy, in his lovely Roy Kent manner, asks exactly who the fuck you are. You slowly turn your head towards Jamie, who almost shrinks at your stare.

“You absolute fuckhead.”

“I haven’t done anything!”

“Did you not tell them who I was?”

“You know, that hasn’t really come up…”

Turning to Jamie’s teammates, you drop the bomb.

“I’m Jamie’s sister.”

The uproar commences. They start yelling at Jamie, him trying to defend himself and you watching the drama you caused. The coaches attempt to quiet the yelling but it doesn’t seem to work. Feeling someone stop next to you, you glance to your left. There stands a boy you don’t recognize as one of Jamie’s teammates, but one you saw walk in with them.

“You’re not one of Jamie’s teammates are you?”

Will, almost frantically, turns to you.

“Oh no, I’m just, just Will.”

“Well, just Will, would you mind telling them I have somewhere to be? Remind Jamie drinks are on me, fucking knobhead probably forgot.”

Will stutters out a yes. Smiling, you squeeze his shoulder in thanks before disappearing.

~

After plenty of hounding from the team and Jamie’s pitiful defenses, they scattered thoughout the club in groups. Jamie took it upon himself to show whoever was interested around the place. At first it was Keeley who then dragged Roy who in turn somehow dragged Will into experiencing ‘the grand tour’. Waiters and bartenders greet Jamie as they pass by, confusing his followers. They reconvene with Colin and Sam near the stage, but before they can start a conversation, the lights dim. Whistles and whoops are soon drowned out by drums and the strums of a bass. As the spotlights come up on the stage, there stood you dancing and prancing with another bandmember.

Your appearance garners the attention of Jamie’s team and the younger women in the club. Keeley yells a ‘Holy fuck’ before running towards the makeshift pit.

–

I met a guy in the summer, and I left him in the spring

He argued with me about everything

I wanna get him back

I wanna make him really jealous, wanna make him feel bad

–

God, love's fuckin' embarrassin'

Just watch as I crucify myself

For some weird second string

Loser who's not worth mentioning

My God, love's embarrassing as hell

–

I could change up my body and change up my face

I could try every lipstick in every shade

But I'd always feel the same

'Cause pretty isn't pretty enough anyway

–

Bowing dramatically, you and your bandmates almost trip over each other as you race through the curtains. Leaning against a wall, you catch your breath as they plan the rest of their night away. Before exiting back into the lounge area, they call after you. You wave them off, saying you needed a minute. As soon as they are out of sight, you sink onto the floor. Fanning your face, you try to beat the rapid onset of tears from falling down your face.

They love you, why do you need so much reassurance? You squeeze your eyes shut. Stop thinking you’re the only one being hurt here. Shaking off the repeating voices in your head, you stand. Practicing a fake smile, you open the door. Discreetly making your way back to the bar, Jamie finds you first.

“Why didn’t you tell me you made new music?”

“I was-”

Jamie cuts you off, saying you both needed a drink together to celebrate both of your successes. You’re left with Keeley, Roy, and Will.

“I didn’t know that was you babe! I fucking love your music!”

She squeezes your shoulders before following in Jamie’s direction. Roy nods at you, leaving a star-struck Will in front of you. He opens his mouth to say something but is interrupted with Jamie’s return. He hands you one of the drinks and says some speech about being proud or what not. But you’re not listening, because as soon as Jamie says the word, you knock it back. The burning sensation in your throat covering up the numb empty feeling of being alone. Maybe you were surrounded by your brother and other people who loved and celebrated you, but does it mean anything if you can’t feel it?

~

Waking up in Jamie’s flat was one thing, not remembering how you got there was another. That was new to you. At least you remembered Jamie’s part of the deal: taking you to see hot men kick a ball around. Noticing his glasses and squinty face, you laugh before offering to buy coffee before heading to the stadium. Walking into the locker room, the first thing you notice the dragging feet and slow movements of what Jamie said was “the best fuckin team in the league”.

“Jesus fuck, what did you guys do last night?”

“Us?! How are you even alive right now?” Isaac whisper-yelled.

“Get with the times, gramps.”

Deciding to give them their privacy, you stroll into the coaches office and spin around in the rolling chair. You push yourself out once you hear the coaches enter the room.

“Eh, Coach, we have a guest today.”

“And who might that be Jamie?”

“That thing over there.”

“Rude.” Taking a sip of your coffee, you slowly wheel yourself towards Jamie. His back is turned to you, listening to his coaches as much as his hungover mind would let him. Kicking the back of his knee seemed like a great idea at the time, seeing him fall any time is hilarious. Until the coffee you bought for him ended up on your clothes. The room fell silent, a few gasps were let out. Standing up, you wordlessly handed your belongings to the player closest to you who took it without hesitation. Uttering a “Run”, you take off after Jamie. His panicked explanations echo down the hallway as he leads you out to the pitch. Running out of breath, you drop onto the grass. Cursing Jamie, you starfish onto the grass. A set of footsteps coming closer causes you to open your eyes.

“Are you alright?”

Will looks down at you with concern, but you wave him off. You hear the chatter of the whole team coming out onto the pitch. Will holds a hand for you and pulls you up. Jamie, now halfway down the pitch, watches you while walking in your direction.

“Will, why don’t we find this lovely lady some clean clothes.” Will gestures for you to follow him and before you do, you flip Jamie off. With both fingers like a mature adult would. The silence that surrounded you and Will was suffocating. You vaguely remember meeting him last night, but that only played a tiny part of the big night you had. The both of you start to speak at the same time, awkwardly laughing.

“Sorry.” “Sorry.”

“So, you run fast. Do you play too?

“Pff, not anymore.”

“Why not?”

You still at the question before shrugging it off. Deciding not to push it, Will holds the door to the boot room open for you. Freshly washed towels and clothes are stacked in piles, the scent of lavender almost covering the smell of feet. Will smiles at the way your nose wrinkles at the smell. He hands you a pair of sweats and a practice jersey.

“I could wash those for you…if you’d like?” He gestures towards your coffee stained clothes.

“Would you? You’re the best thanks Will.”

Leaving to change in a more private setting, you leave Will standing proud of himself. You, on the other hand, feel a strange happy, giddy feeling. And as much as it makes you feel like you’re floating on air, you try to push it back down. It’s not worth getting into again.

~

Jamie’s end of the deal was letting you come and watch hot guys play soccer. So why was sitting on the grass and talking to Will so much better? You had helped him finish setting up the water table and listened to him talk about how he accidentally hears everything in the boot room. The speed he speaks at makes you laugh as he lets it all out. In his words, “I’m sworn to secrecy, and it physically hurts not to tell.” And then he tells you about his breakup and how he somehow mentioned getting drinks to Roy and Jamie after he witnessed their Keeley conversation. You feel for him, because he really seems like a sweet guy.

“Who would say no to fishbowls? That’s just a crime. God I wish my club had fishbowls. Pretty, but dangerous.”

Will turns to you ecstatically. You notice the absolute glee on his face.

“If you’re going to ask me what I think you’re going to ask me, then fuck yeah I’m in.”

“Really?!”

“Obviously. It’s fishbowls.”

Roy’s shout of whistle signals the end of training. The two of you stand, deciding to start your fishbowl adventure later tonight. Solidifying your plans: time, place, Will getting your num-

“Oi! What are you two on about?”

The whole team had unanimously decided to watch the two of you interact and were intrigued by your plans. Especially Jamie. You tried to steer him away from the topic of the conversation, but it was too late. Half the team wanted to tag along to whatever bars you and Will were going to, even after the bender they went on last night. You rolled your eyes at Jamie’s insistence of the whole team going.

Finally back into your own clothes, you waited outside of the locker room as the boys changed. Only, they weren’t changing. Colin figured out that you were a solo artist as well and had pulled up a music video you had uploaded two weeks ago. Expecting an upbeat song like the ones your band had played the night before, they were surprised to hear piano notes. At the sound of your voice, Jamie looked towards where everyone gathered around Colin’s phone. The one thing they collectively noticed was how sad and angry you sounded.

—

Argument you held over my head

Brought up the girls you could have instead

Said I was too young, I was too soft

Can't take a joke, can't get you off

Oh, why do I do this?

—

The video ended with you looking up from the piano with a tear running down your face. There were a few sniffles before Dani spoke up.

“I hope to never experience a heartbreak like that in my life.”

A chorus of ‘Amens’ followed. The boys headed back to their own lockers. Jamie abandons his clothes in favor of his phone. Searching up your name and the name of the song, a multitude of news articles detailing your most recent breakup popped up.

Hartt & Danes Split After Cheating Rumors

Age-gap, Lies & Fights: Inside Look at Hartt-Danes Relationship

Lead singer of Heartbreakers Band New Solo Act Tops Charts

Pictures of you popped up holding hands with some older guy, but what caught Jamie’s attention were pictures of you crying, seemingly arguing with the guy. Jamie was confused. How hadn’t he heard about this before? Why did you change your name? The thought of asking you kind of scared him. If you hadn’t told him, it was either because it wasn’t important or you were trying to hide something. And every time you didn’t tell him something, you were hiding it. Quickly changing, he pops out of the locker room to see you leaning against the wall. Glancing up at the noise, you see Jamie with a weird pained look on his face.

“Fucking finally. I have places to be dickhead.”

You started to walk away but Jamie’s question makes you freeze.

“Who’s Jack Danes?”

Closing your eyes, you let a shaky breath out. You turn to face your brother.

“No one important, now can we go. I, we have to meet Will at 6:30.”

“Don’t do that. Don’t deflect the question.”

“Just some guy Jamie, it doesn’t matter.”

“Doesn’t matter?! Then how come I had to find out through the internet? Interviews from this guy I don’t even know”

Meeting his eyes, a newfound rage fills you. “And you believed him?!”

Your shouting has the door to the locker room opening, heads peeking out. When the shouting turns to blame and name-calling, Ted is quick to diffuse the situation. Separating the two of you, Beard drags Jamie to the coach’s office while Roy leads you toward an empty hallway. However, you don’t stop there. You stomp out of the tunnel leading out the pitch and throw your stuff onto the ground. Roy’s calls fall on deaf ears.

Seeing an abandoned basket of soccer balls, you drag it towards a goal. You knock it over and start kicking them one by one at the net. Roy sighs, before following you. As the last ball sails into the net, you let out a strangled yell before dropping yourself onto the grass. You blankly stare at the other side of the field, Roy coming to a stop next to you.

“You’re still here.” It came out more like a statement rather than a question. And for some, that worried him.

“Can’t exactly have you destroying our field can we? Nearly took out the fucking goal hitting the crossbar.”

You snort at the exaggeration. Roy, although begrudgingly, sat down next to you.

“He’s just worried about you.”

“Well he doesn’t need-”

“It’s the only way that prick knows how!” Pause. “Sorry. Look, it’s not easy finding out your sister was with some random guy and it wasn’t as perfect as it was made out to be. It’s absolute shit.”

You turn your head to Roy, seeing his downcast expression. You both sit in silence. The sunny sky a complete opposite of the vibe invading the clubhouse. With a sigh, you promise to talk to Jamie. Roy nods at you before carefully getting up, extending a hand to help you.

~

You lied. You Ubered back to your flat to get dressed. Will had agreed to meet you a bit earlier to pregame meeting the team. Your goal was to have a fishbowl in every color. And to get absolutely fucked up. You and Will had finished a red colored fishbowl and were heading over to the next pub. The two of you laughed as you approached the building. Noticing your brother among the group of people outside, your mood dropped, but Will’s excitement about an orange fishbowl had you smiling again.

Upon hearing your laugh, Jamie looks up and finds you. He smiles at how happy you look and moves to go to you. You see his efforts and pull Will into the pub, exclaiming how the fishbowls wait for no one. That was one of many attempts to get your attention. You dodged him every single time, and the more you drank the more annoying you found it. After finishing fishbowl yellow, you were stumbling around giggling. How on earth you and Will consumed three fishbowls, nobody knew. It was just funny to see the two of you dance around singing to whatever was being played over the speakers.

Deciding to take a break, Will left you at the booth with Jan Maas to get a couple of waters. The Dutch player had a different idea as he challenged you to a drinking game, each shot stronger than the last. And boy did you need a win after today. The game was cut short as you lost after the second shot, the sour look on your face the cause of it. From across the room, Jamie saw his chance. Sliding out the booth you’re met face to face with the last person you want to speak with.

“I don’t want to talk to you right now.”

“Please-“

“No Jaime.”

You don’t know if it was the burning feeling of vomit or the raw crying feeling in your throat, but it had you staggering out the door. The feeling dissipated as the fresh air filled your lungs. Hearing Jamie behind you, you try to guide yourself down the street. He comes up from behind grabbing your arm.

“Can you stop running? I’m trying to have a civilized conversation with you.”

“And I’m being civilized by not yelling in the middle of the street.”

“Please (Y/N), I’m just trying to understand.”

“Well you don’t understand Jamie! I was cheated on, I was yelled at, and it’s all over the internet! Every time someone searches up my name it’s never my band or my music, it’s my fucking ex talking on and on and on. How could you understand that?”

Jamie swallows the nasty feeling and blinks his tears away. He succeeded in getting the truth but there was no victory in it.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because you’re Richmond’s prized possession, I couldn’t distract you. Besides, I'm dealing with it by myself so don’t worry about it.”

“You’re supposed to distract me! That’s your job! You’re supposed to bother me until I help you! I’m here to stop you from doing stupid things. I’m not…I’m not dad, okay? I’m here. We’re striker and winger remember?”

That was your breaking point. For almost your entire life, all you wanted was for your dad to be proud of you, to say he loved you. All you got were pinches on the arm or whispered scoldings. If there was ever any praise from him, it was only when you won games in your youth soccer league.

“You prick, I have $40 foundation on. Don’t make me cry.”

The air feels a little lighter. Of course, you didn’t tell Jamie the nitty gritty details , but he didn’t push for more. The both of you could live with that for now.

~

Despite only being invited to the clubhouse as a bribe, you found yourself coming back time and time again. Most of the time it was Jamie asking you to come to “watch his skills”. You knew it was so he could watch over you, but you didnt say anything. Because everytime you came in was time you could spend with Will. Like now, Will was supposed to be cleaning boots, but the two of you sat on the bench gossiping about the latest bullshit his ex pulled.

“And then she tagged me, then said it was some sort of accident.”

“Ha! Fat chance.”

“I don't know what to do. Everyone thinks I’m some sort of loser.”

You were not going to stand for this. With your past relationship and Will’s adorable sad face, you were determined to get this girl back.

“Give me your phone.”

Without question he all but handed it to you. Pulling out yours you quickly sent him the pictures from the now deemed Fishbowl Night. Creating a little collage to post to Will’s Insta, you took your time in highlighting the ones that showed how absolutely wrecked and happy you were. With the final touches done, you handed his phone back for approval. He glanced at the picture before looking at you. Post successfully uploaded. Not even a minute passed by before a few of her friends accounts, as Will pointed out earlier, were liking and commenting sweet but backhanded compliments. As more popped up as you refreshed, Will and you took great joy in reading them. Then the motherload. She commented. Hope she doesn’t break your hartt xx.

You gasped, covering your mouth before laughing. The two of you leaned on each other for support as your laughs turned into wheezes. Letting out a final exhale, you catch each other’s eyes.

And for some reason, time froze. And then somehow you were leaning closer. And then, his hand was on your cheek. And oh my god his lips were on yours. The moment could last forever, until it was interrupted by the wild pack of animals that was AFC Richmond. You threw yourself from him, the both of you sending yourselves to opposite ends of the room, occupying yourself with meaningless tasks. Some of the boys pop in to get a clean pair of boots, thanking Will for his hard work and saying hi to you. Jamie, however, notices a weird shift in energy. His gaze bounces between you and Will as he follows his lads out. You scratch your head and avoid his pointed stare. The door closes once more and Will almost jumps to you, apologizing. You stop him, placing your arms around his neck, effectively shutting him up with a kiss.

That was only the start of it. Everyday you weren't working on new music or performing with your band, you were in the boot room with Will. Those secret moments you and him shared were something you grew to crave. Not just the heated kisses you shared, but the moments you two layed on the floor talking about god knows what. Keeping whatever this was to yourself made it feel more real. You didn’t have to face those annoying questions the paps threw in your face, no pictures in the tabloids, and you didn’t have to label it. It was yours.

Sitting atop the washing machine, you were mumbling to yourself, putting words together for a song. Will, who was folding clean towels, smiled at your reactions to the discoveries you made in your head. He stopped the chore and walked over to you. His hands on your hips tore you out of your state of thinking. He thumbed the hem of your tank top, his fingertips on your skin sending shivers up your spine. The feeling lit a fire inside you. Pulling him in, you smashed your lips against his. Will slowly slid his hands up underneath your shirt. Leaning in closer to his touch, he trailed kisses down towards your neck. Caught up in the moment, you failed to hear the door opening.

“Oh my god!”

Keeley dropped the folder she was holding and quickly covered her eyes. Repeatedly apologizing, she kneeled and blindly searched for the folder. Upon grabbing it, she walked backward out the door and shut it. With one last sorry, her heels clicked down the hallway. Fuck. Jumping down, you paced back and forth whispering expletives. This was not good. Not at all. Keeley could tell anyone, and then it would get to your brother. And that was not a situation you wanted to be in.

“I need to go.”

Grabbing your bag, you zoomed out the door leaving Will behind with a concerned yet hurt look on his face.

Your heart was pounding, how could you be so stupid? Feeling a panic attack coming along, you breathed in through your nose and out your mouth. Your eyes started to burn with hot tears. Trying to get rid of the anxious feeling, you occupy yourself by cracking your fingers.

“What’s shakin bacon?”

Letting out a shriek, you find Ted standing across from you. He apologizes but notices your shaky hands.

“You alright?”

“Hm? Oh, I’m fine. Nothing to worry about. Just peachy”

“Do you need me to call Jaime?”

“No! No, I’m okay.”

“Call me for what?”

Speak of the devil and he appears in a hoodie and a headband. Ted excuses himself, leaving the two of you in the gall. Jamie notices the state you’re in and immediately goes full big-brother mode.

“Who do I have to kill?”

“No one Jamie, jeez! Get a grip.”

“What happened?”

“Nothing! Can we go home now?”

He was about to question you further when he saw the distressed look on your face pleading with him. Nodding his head, he handed you his keys.

~

It was quieter now. Everybody noticed. There weren't mymore muffled giggles coming from the boot room, no you yelling at Jamie on the pitch, and certainly no you joining them at clubs. If they team thought that was weird, a depressed Will moping around the locker room did it. He didn’t participate in the gossip anymore, only sadly handing out towels and water bottles. And thus began the team’s detective era.

Huddling on the field, they watched Will woefully juggle, not even bothering to pick the bottles up. Eventually giving up, he sat on the grass with his head in his hands.

“This is just sad.”

Agreeing with Colin’s statement, the boys started to discuss what they could do to lift the boy’s spirits. Although, there were many disagreements as to what was the best thing to do.

“Have any of you idiots thought about what started this shit?”

Multiple “oh’s” and “no’s” rang out over Roy’s “Unfucking believable”. None of them had a reasonable answer, except Jamie.

“I’ve got an idea.”

And it was arguably understandable why everyone thought it wasn't the greatest idea. It was, essentially, a get together in Jamie’s backyard. But Jamie’s own detective brain was at work. You hadn’t left his flat in a week, surviving off takeout and sunshine through the windows. He had noticed both you and Will had gotten in your depressive moods after that one day. Every time he tried to convince to come to the clubhouse saying Will was there, you immediately said no and left the room. Even looking back to the time he walked into the boot room, something was happening between the two of you. If he couldn’t get you out of the house, maybe he can bring Will to you.

Jaime had told you about his kick-back and he insisted you make an appearance. You, however, elected to stay in the guest room in comfy pajamas with your keyboard. Sitting on the bed, you pressed keyboard keys singing softly.

My undying love, now, I hold it like a grudge

And I hear your voice every time that I think I'm not enough

The sound of a door slamming makes you flinch. Shaking it off, you trace the freshly written lyrics in your notebook before playing again.

Yeah, I'm so tough when I'm alone, and I make you feel so guilty

And I fantasize about a time you're a little fuckin' sorry

Footsteps in the hall walk closer to the room.

And I try to be tough, but I wanna scream

How could anybody do the things you did so easily?

The door opening stopped you completely. Will stands awkwardly at the door.

“S-sorry, I was looking for the bathroom.”

“It’s down the hall.”

Neither of you moved, you just stared at each other.

“Did you need me to show you?” Moving the keyboard to the floor, you stand.

“I’m sorry.”

Will stepped away from the door frame, moving closer to you. He started to apologize, his voice growing in volume. You scrambled to get up, but once you did, you shut the door and leaned against it.

“Shh! What exactly are you sorry for?”

“For making you go away.”

Oh. You did do that.

“Will, it’s not your fault.”

“It’s not?”

God damn his puppy dog eyes. Placing your hands on his shoulders, you take a breath.

“Will, I’m not, I’m not good for you okay?”

“Don’t say that.”

“Will-“

“No! Everything the tabloids say about you is complete bullshit. Anyone can see that. I see it. If anyone took the time to get to know you, they would see someone smart and funny. Someone who is kind and would do anything for the people she cares about.”

“I’m not the best person to love Will! I spend too much time at the club, I write sad songs about guys I used to date, I just spent a whole week inside my brother's flat because I was afraid to go outside and see if there were any tabloids about us in the boot room! How is that any good?”

“I wouldn’t have held it against you, you know. I’ve listened to the songs, I’ve listened to explanations of these songs! I wanted to know you for you, the good and the “bad”. Even when it meant listening to that dickhead talk nonsense about you.”

Slipping your hands into the front pockets of your shorts, you lean back against the door. There was no other excuse you could give. You weren’t going to admit you were scared to start something new, with someone so kind and sweet and cute and STOP.

“Will-“

“I know.”

“You know?”

“Is this not you letting me down?”

“This is me asking you not to break my heart.”

You smiled sheepishly at him as a grin of his own made its way into his face.

“Can I kiss you?”

“Please.”

At your okay, Will closed the gap between you, pushing you against the door frame. You missed this. You missed the way his hands touched you. You missed how soft his hair was as you threaded your fingers through it. The way his lips felt on yours. Will boldly grabs the bottom of your shirt, gently asking you to take it off. The moment the shirt is thrown onto the floor, you’re pushed against the door once more, the wood shaking. Will’s hands slid further down, grabbing at your thighs signaling you to jump. Landing on the bed with a soft thump, Will takes his shirt off. Returning to the heated kiss, it wasn’t long before his hands were at your shorts. With the button undone, his fingers dipped below the band of your panties.

“(Y/N)!”

The two of you scrambled to put your shirts back on, you struggling more with the button on your shorts. The door opened as you lost your balance. Jamie witnessed you hit the ground while simultaneously noticing Will.

“The fuck are you two doing?”

“What are you doing?”

“I asked you first.”

“I asked you second.”

Jamie glances between you and Will, narrowing his eyes in suspicion. Leaving the two of you in the room, he called out that the pizza was here. Letting out a breath, you stand up. Will smiles at you before his eyes widen. Confused, you follow his eye-line down and notice the shirt you’re wearing. It was Will’s. The one he walked into the flat with. The one everyone saw him in. The one Jamie just saw you wearing instead of your own, because that one was on Will. Curse oversized shirts.

“Do you think he noticed?”

“Knowing him, probably not.”

~

And if he did notice, he hadn’t said anything. Well, more like he hadn’t had the time to question you with his extra practice for the upcoming game. Jamie had invited you to watch the game but hadn’t seen you since he got to the stadium. Expecting to see you in the owner’s box, he squinted, trying his best to spot you. To no avail, he couldn't see shit but was surprised to hear a familiar laugh. Turning in the direction of the sound, he saw you in a Richmond jacket laughing it up with Will. Catching Jamie’s eyes, you wave and cross your fingers, your good luck symbol. He returns the gesture before catching up with his teammates.

Jamie was in shock, his kick to get the ball away from a defender somehow ended up getting the ball into the goal. The 0-0 game was now in favor of Richmond. His teammates surrounded him as he stood there, gob-smacked. Back in the locker room, chants rang out. You and Will watched them jump around like children. Jamie was stepping towards you, not yet noticing Will’s arm slung around your shoulder. Will was about to let his arm drop when you reassured him with your arm around his waist. When Jamie approached you, a spark of mischief sparkled in his eyes.

“What’s going on here?”

“Jamie, Will and I-”

“Are together? Please say you are.”

“I’m sorry?”

“I bet my plan would work. And seeing you guys in each other’s shirt, gross by the way, in me own home, isn’t enough proof.”

Your cheeks burned red as well as Will’s.

“You noticed that?”

“I’m not that stupid.”

You, along with a few of the boys let out sounds of disagreement. Jamie started arguing about his smarts but was soon overtaken with the chants of “Kiss, kiss”. Shrinking into Will’s side, you feel him turn to you. He smiles shyly at you. The little chant fades away, all you can see is each other. As soon as your lips touch, the boys yell out in joy. Jamie rolled his eyes in annoyance, but anyone could see that he didn’t mean it. Leaning your head onto Will’s shoulder, you take it all in.

You could feel it, this was the one.

~

‘The Grudge’ turns fans on Danes

Hartt is Tartt?! Hidden Dynamic Duo

(Y/N) Tartt: Who I Am

You never could have imagined this is how your life would come up to. Being on the front page cover of a magazine with Jamie, playing small games of football, exclaiming your love for someone in public and it actually being reciprocated. It didn’t seem real.

Will kissed the side of your head as he sat next to you in the booth, sliding a drink over to you. Thanking him, you go back to watching your brother and his teammates try and fail to beat the karaoke high score.

But it was real. And you had it.

—————————

@ok-anon was excited, so hopefully this makes its way to you

[theupsidedownsrealestateagent]

Winter in Hawkins has been brutal this year, snow was falling heavy, there was not a single soul who should be out in these conditions, which is why when Steve hears a knock  on his front door he’s confused and also a tad panicked. A number of horrible thoughts plague his head as he rushes to open the door.

Swinging the door open the young man takes a shocked step back, “Erica??” 

“Yeah it’s me dipshit, now can I come in or what? People are going to be pretty upset to find an incredibly wholesome child frozen on the Harrington front steps.”

Gathering his senses after a moment, Steve quickly ushers one of his adopted kids into the house. Taking her jacket and stowing her boots with the other shoes, he also grabs a blanket from the storage bench, and leads Erica to the living room. “You know we have to talk about this Sinclair right? What the hell were you doing out in a storm like this? Do your folks know where you are? Also why the hell are you here?” The questions just kept coming pouring out of a very protective and concerned Steve.

Erica avoids eye contact with him and stares out the floor, cheeks flushed with embarrassment. It is a look that makes Steve’s stomach twist. Baby Sinclair was always so confident and sure of herself, there was something clearly bothering her. He finally stops verbally vomiting questions and just waits for her to start talking.

“My parents got stuck in the city due to the weather, and Lucas is bunking with the other dorks who are doing a new campaign that Dustin came up with, they didn’t even invite me to play which is bullshit by the way, I’m the most  strategic player they know. And and I didn’t want to be alone Steve, this was the only place I could think of going to.” She finished her story  going quiet and her eyes started glistening with unshed tears.

“Hey hey it’s okay. Listen Erica first off those little shits suck for not including you and they should know better, secondly I hate being alone too, stresses me the hell out and if you hadn’t shown up tonight I definitely would be hating life right now.” Erica nods slowly, grateful she made the decision to bike here. 

Steve gets a little more information about the situation and decides to make a couple of calls as Erica gets changed into warmer clothes. He’s steeping two mugs of tea while talking to Mrs. Sinclair after he got the number to their hotel room. Steve assures the mom that Erica is safe and very welcome to spend the night. Even fibs saying he picked Erica up so the kid didn’t get an earful when she got home. The next call he makes is to Karen Wheeler’s house. Once he’s on the phone with Mike he makes the kid gather the rest of the party up to the phone, and gives a very intense lecture on including the younger girl, and the responsibility of taking care of our own. Steve takes pleasure in Max yelling at Lucas in the background. He knew there was a reason she was one of his favorites. 

Erica was on the couch now wearing older sweatpants from Steve’s freshman year probably, they were still big on her but a way better option than her half solid jeans she biked in. Also wearing Steve’s swim team sweatshirt. Steve’s eyes crinkled in a smile, it was always nice to be able to spend one on one time with any of the kids, he likes that he gets to see more of their genuine personalities.

Spending time with Erica was easy and funny, she actually reminded Steve a lot of Robin. The way Erica was able to completely dunk on Steve and have it mean she loves him was verrry Robin. They talked about school, her friends, and a long list of embarrassing secrets about Lucas that Steve mentally stores to use next time Erica gets ditched. 

Even though it’s easy to talk to Erica, Steve can see how tired she looks. It’s the same tired he sees in all of them, the same tired he gets after a few nights of nightmare fueled insomnia. Luckily he knows how to help, if it was anyone other than Erica he’d have to think harder, not for her though.

After a long while of talking they decide to put a movie in and just relax while staying as warm as possible. Halfway through The Princess Bride Steve offers her a huge bowl of Rocky Road. “I know it’s stupidly cold out, but if I recall correctly I have a pretty huge ice cream debt that I haven’t able to make a payment on in a long time.” He hands her the bowl and a spoon.

Erica takes the offering, a sad smile creeping on her face. “Y’know ever since Starcourt I thought that was as bad as it was ever going to get for us. Not many 10 year olds get to say they saved their friends, the world, from Russian scientists. And then spring break happened Steve, Max and Eddie almost didn’t make it out, you and Hopper have irreparable brain injuries, and Lucas and I were almost got by racist townies. I’m just so tired, and yet I haven’t been able to really sleep in months. None of us have.” Tears flowing steady now as she lets a heavy weight off her chest.

Steve grabs her small shoulders, “No one should have ever gone what we have all gone through. But here we are still standing, still breathing against every damn odd. All of us nerds, freaks, fallen cool kids, we saved the fucking world. A couple of times actually. But we did it. And honestly Erica I’d go through it another hundred times if it meant I get to have this weird little family. I love you Rick, and I promise one  day we won’t be plagued by shadows, monsters, and alternate dimensions.”

Erica smiled at the nickname solely reserved for Steve. If Erica could pin point the night where sleeping came a tiny bit easier it would surely be this sleepover. In her heart Erica knew that she’d brave any winter storm for her favorite adopted brother.

[httpiastri]

what he deserves – op81

oscar piastri is an f1 race winner. that needs to be celebrated.

genre: smut hehe

pairing: oscar piastri x female reader

warnings: i dont remember what it's called.... basically, there's almost no plot. a lil banter as usual but yeah. other than that, it's very lighthearted and giggly. also uuuhhh this is unprotected sex, but guys wrap it before u tap it. i never thought i'd write unprotected sex but i thought this fit better. anyway.

requested: yes! thank you for requesting 🥰 (requests are still open!)

author's note: i don't know if i've ever cringed as much as i have while writing this... i'm truly at my limit 😩 you're very welcome to skip past the blowjob part because i had no idea what i was doing. not the most experienced in that part. it's like three sentences long anyway. alsooo again i would like to apologize that this has taken so long. very out of it recently. hope you have a good day. 🤍

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you and oscar crash in through your hotel room door, your giggles mixing with his as he almost trips over his own feet when he attempts to kick his shoes off. his arms are lazily wrapped around your waist, pressing your body against his just like he has ever since you jumped into the elevator minutes ago, not able to stay away from you.

your coordination is better – likely because you aren't as drunk as he is – so you slip out of your heels easily. you start backing through the room and towards the bed, your arms tightening to pull him down to your lips. one of your hands rake through his messy hair, the locks still damp with a mix of sweat and champagne that makes it them stand out in all directions.

he did it. he actually did it.

three podiums in three races, one of which was a win, was amazing. it was so much more than anyone would've expected from a rookie. of course, you knew of his capabilities even before the season started, but you also knew how different of a challenge this was and how hard it would be; especially considering how the season started.

despite how humble and calm he always is, often saying he isn't completely satisfied with the results of his races and that he could do more, you know he's extremely happy about this. he's fulfilled several childhood dreams, and that means the world to him.

and since he means the world to you, you want to make sure this is a day he never forgets.

your hands wander down his body, fingers soon grabbing at and tugging on the bottom of his shirt. reluctantly, you part from the kiss to pull the material over his head, throwing it away before latching onto his lips again. his hands reach under your dress, finding the back of your thighs and trailing up to your ass. the squeeze he gives you makes you squeal into his mouth, pulling away from him to let out an exaggerated gasp. the grin on your lips is even bigger than the one on his, but the words coming out of his mouth aren't as funny. "as much as i'm enjoying where this is going," he starts, your eyebrows rising as you lean your forehead against his. "we have that team dinner to attend, remember? we're supposed to meet lando down in the lobby in like..." he shoots a quick glance at the clock hanging by the door before his eyes meet yours again. "thirty minutes."

you're quick to answer. "lando can afford to wait a few minutes, don't you think?"

he pauses for a moment, before breaking out in laughter. "of course he can." he lets out a sigh. "i'm exhausted, though. i don't know how much i can-"

you cut him off by giving him a quick peck before shoving his shoulders, making him sit down on the edge of the bed behind him. "just lie back, then," you reach up to the straps of your dress, sliding them down your shoulders teasingly slow. "let me take care of you."

he may be exhausted, but he's watching you intensely as you slip out of the thin material. the lingerie set you're wearing – his favorite – was carefully selected earlier this morning when he'd left for a pre-race meeting, and you're glad to see that it has the effect you wished for. the adoration in his gaze is so sincere it makes your heart melt, and when he follows your orders and jumps back onto the bed, you can't help but laugh for the millionth time this evening.

it's so silly, so unserious; even when your boyfriend's job is a very serious and dangerous one, the two of you are good at finding moments like these to keep him grounded. you climb on top of him, lips finding the space right below his ear to draw out some pretty noises from him. you waste no time traveling down his neck, kissing and leaving little marks all over his skin.

you can tell his eagerness from how his big hands are moving up and down your sides, desperately needing to feel as much of you under his touch. he lets out a low sound of frustration when you lean back, pulling out of his hold to settle on his thighs. you chuckle, hands reaching forward to the zipper of his pants.

the tenderness of the situation doesn't hide how relaxed the whole moment is. the two of you have giggled at everything tonight; from the guy who tripped over the carpet in the lobby, to you having problems with unbuttoning and pulling off his pants; it all earns a pause in your lustful moment and brings out a mutual laugh. you can blame it on the champagne you've both shared from the massive bottle he got from the podium, or you can blame it on just the fondness you feel for each other; none is probably less true than the other.

once the material is off his body, he's left with nothing but a tent in his boxers, surprisingly big considering how little you've touched him. when one of your hands reaches forward to palm him through the fabric, he bucks his hips up eagerly and you raise an eyebrow at the sight. your free hand lands on his hip bone, holding him down against the mattress as your fingers wrap around his length. he lets out a grunt. "is this what i deserve?" he asks, the veins on his big hands becoming more prominent as he grips the bedsheets. "i win a race, get two podiums, and i get this? just teased?"

"oh, i'm sorry," you hum, your soft eyes meeting his pleading ones. you keep eye contact as you slowly lean down, placing a kiss to his tip. "don't you worry, i'll reward you properly."

you take your time while pulling down his underwear, not able to hide the grin that appears on your lips when oscar groans yet again.

"so worked up already?" you ask, letting your thumb circle around his tip. "all for me?"

"always."

you teasingly lick a stripe along his base, smiling to yourself when he twitches in anticipation. when you decide he's had enough of the teasing, you let your lips wrap around his tip, slowly lowering yourself down and taking as much of him as you can. a shaky breath leaves his mouth as he tries to control himself when you swirl your tongue around him. you begin to move up and down his length, slowly at first, but you can't help but go quicker when you look up at him.

his eyes are tightly shut, head thrown back to show off his strong neck and sharp jawline, and the way his adam's apple bobs when he swallows makes the anticipation in your stomach build up. and you remember he's yours – this incredible, handsome, perfect man is here just for you – and it makes your need to please him grow even more. he lets out a string of curses when he hits the back of your throat, his chest heaving for air. "you're so good at this..." he says between breaths. "so good to me."

it doesn't take long before his hand reaches into your hair, but not to pull on it to encourage you or help you go quicker like he usually would.

"fuck- i'm so close," he lets out, and you're just about to speed up to help him reach his high when he speaks up again. "let me come inside you."

you slowly pull away from him, eyebrows raised. "are you sure?"

his eyelids open as he nods, a soft smile adorning his features. "just one thing," his hand comes down to cup your cheek, thumb swiping across your bottom lip to wipe away a drop of precum. "let me take off your bra. i want to see your pretty breasts bounce when you ride me."

you crawl up a little, leaning down to press your lips onto his yet again. his hands swiftly unclasp your bra, and you throw it away before wrapping your arms around his shoulders. one of his hands then drapes through your hair, pulling away the strands that have fallen forward into your face, before moving to the back of your neck to press you even harder against him. you tilt your head when his tongue presses against yours, and a shiver spreads through your body when his thumb swipes up and down your throat, pressing down on it to make your breath hitch. you could stay like this forever and ever, not even wanting oxygen because all you need is him.

when you do pull away, his eyes are closed in pure bliss (along with a tint of exhaustion). but when he finally looks up at you, they’re filled with so much love. "go on then, princess" he says, hands meeting at the back of his head as he leans back properly. he watches you with a content grin as you lower yourself onto him, the tightness from how he’s left you untouched sending a jolt of electricity through his body.

he bottoms you out and you stop for a moment to adjust to the pain. his hands move to your hips, fingers ever so careful as they massage your skin to ease the pain as much as he can. your head falls back, the stretch mixing with the building pleasure as you slowly begin to roll your hips against his.

"you okay?" oscar asks, and you can barely even find the energy to give him a nod. "good. because you feel so fucking nice."

he loves this view; his pretty girl riding him like it's what she was born to do, her cheeks rosy and lips parted. it's such a sinful image, yet he thinks it's angelic in a way. maybe it's mostly because of how good he feels as you bounce up and down on his dick, but there's something about the way your hair frames your face, the way those pretty eyes of yours are rolled back, and the way the thin layer of sweat on your skin glistens in the low light that makes his heart swell.

you're not usually on top like this. sex with oscar is not often characterized by you being in control, but after his hard work and good results recently, he really deserves to be taken care of. despite how his entire mind is clouded with pleasure, he can still tell how your legs begin to grow weak when you feel your high approaching. without you having to ask, he uses the last of his energy to help you out, hands taking some of the weight off you as he lifts you up and down. his name along with a string of whines escapes through your lips when you feel the climax wash over you, placing your hands on his chest and leaning forward for stability. the way you clench around him has him coming in no time, filling you to the brim.

you're panting when you lean onto him entirely, your head feeling heavy against his shoulder. his warm breath fans against your scalp, his arms coming up to wrap around your body. "love?" he asks and you tilt your head up to look at him. "you're the best."

"i haven't won my first formula one sprint race yet, though."

he throws his head back as he laughs. "don't worry, your time will come." when he looks down at you again and he sees the sweet smile plastered on your lips, he can't help but place a quick peck to your forehead. a moment of comfortable silence follows as you both try to calm your breaths, before he remembers what you're supposed to doing. "i definitely need to shower now..."

"you definitely needed it before, too," you tell him, letting your hand pat his cheek. "you still reek of champagne, you know."

"i've had so much champagne that i think i will sweat champagne for a week." oscar lets out a sigh, his eyelids falling closed. "i think i might actually fall asleep in the cab, i have absolutely zero energy left."

your thumb draws up and down his jawline. "or, maybe... we could stay in? and cuddle, or... keep going..."

his eyes shoot open, cocking an eyebrow at you. "you don't need to ask me twice. just let me tell lando-"

you press a finger to his chest, your eyes staring him down warningly. "you better not tell him the actual reason."

"of course i will, it's lando."

"oscar!"

[watchmegetobsessed]

Never Have I Ever - Harry Styles (part 5)

uh ohh, part 5 baby! im quite enjoying this story so far and i have some fun things planned for it, so i hope you’ll stay with me for them! in today’s part, our fav new celeb couple takes it all the way, though i chose not to include the actual sex part, however im still treating you all with some dirty stuff so enjoy!

pairing: Harry x actress!reader

word count: 4.6k

warning: NSFW content

SERIES MASTERPOST

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Harry Styles and Y/N Y/L/N have been spotted having lunch and grabbing coffee several times in the course of the past few weeks. All the outings looked casual and friendly, they gladly stopped for fans that approached them and the word has it that they’ve been getting closer to each other, though neither of them confirmed anything.

Harry Styles has been known to be single for a while now, only faint rumors swirling up sometimes, but none of them were proven to be true, the young actress is the first woman he has been linked to in a long time. Y/N Y/L/N has been focusing on her blooming career and has been single since her split from long time exboyfriend and fellow actor, Levi Hudson. The pair dated all through 2018, splitting in the beginning of 2019. Hudson has admitted their hectic schedules made it impossible to maintain their relationship while Y/N did not confirm anything.

Styles is going on his world-wide tour soon, while Y/L/N is currently between two projects. The young celebs seem to be enjoying each other’s company and fans have been quick to jump into speculations about their alleged romance, however there is no evidence as of right now.

“Thank you so much for your time, it was a pleasure to talk to you,” the young interviewer smiles at you, holding her hand out and you shake it with a warm smile.

“Thank you for having me! And I really like your shoes, by the way,” you point down at her electric blue pumps that you’ve been eyeing since the start of the interview.

“Oh, thank you! Got them from a vintage store,” she beams, a slight blush playing on her cheeks clearly a little starstruck from your compliment.

“Love those little stores.”

“Me too,” she giggles collecting her papers and notes. “Someone will contact you and your team soon about the photoshoot and I’ll email you a draft of the interview in about a week.”

“That’s perfect, thank you so much,” you nod at her grabbing your purse from the side table next to you. Grabbing your phone from the depth of it you smile to yourself upon seeing the text from Harry.

“Call me when you’re done with the interview Xx.”

You say your goodbye to everyone before heading out of the building. Lawrence is at the front waiting for you in the car and he greets you with a warm smile when you sit into the backseat. As he starts the car and heads back to your home, you call Harry, who picks it up after the second ring.

“Hey! How was the interview?” he beams brightly, his voice immediately making you smile.

“Great! This young girl did it and she had some exciting questions.”

“Sounds lovely. Can’t wait to buy a Cosmopolitan with you on the cover soon,” he says and you can hear the grin through his voice.

“Will look good in your hands for sure,” you chuckle.

“Right. So I have a question for you.”

“Go for it.”

“I’m doing this very small show at Beacon Theater this weekend, kind of a practice before the real tour begins and I was wondering if you’d be up to come. Would love to have you there.”

“When is it exactly?”

“Saturday at nine. I know it’s a short notice and I get it if you have something else going on, just wanted to ask.”

“I think I can make it work,” you smile, thinking back at what your day looks like on Saturday. “Can I bring someone?”

“Of course! Just let me know how many people so I can have the tickets sent over to you.”

“Thank you. It’s sweet of you to think about me.”

“You know I always think about you,” he murmurs and his voice sends a shiver down your spine. Crazy to think how much he can affect you with just his words, he just has a special spell on you, it seems.

“Still such a flirt, I see,” you chuckle, feeling your cheeks heating up as you hear his soft laugh on the other end of the line.

“For you, always.”

“Alright. I’ll text you about the tickets and thank you again. Can’t wait to see you perform finally.”

“It’s been due for a while now, right? Kind of promised you some tickets on Ellen, if I remember correctly.”

“You did!” you laugh thinking back at the time you met him. How funny that just one short game on a talk show led the two of you here. You have to thank Ellen though.

“Now I’m finally keeping my promise. Talk to you later then, Love. Have a great day.”

“You too, Harry.”

 You manage to convince Sydney to join you for the concert, she sounds excited when you ask if she had anything to do on Saturday. Seeing Harry perform before his tour kicks off is a thrill for her she wouldn’t pass on for anything, so she is really grateful that you thought of her as your plus one.

Harry has your passes sent over to your place on Friday and it comes with a bouquet of flowers as well as a card.

“Can’t wait to see you tomorrow. What’s your favorite song? I’ll make sure to perform it just for you. –H”

He never fails to make you feel like the only woman on the planet and you can definitely see why so many fall for him even without meeting him. The man has all the power to charm anyone with just a smile.

You put the flowers into a vase and leave them on your dining table before grabbing your phone and sending him a quick text.

“It’s Only Angel,” you simply write, hoping he’ll get it why you just wrote that. Luckily, he does.

“Straight to the setlist. Dedicated to You.”

 Finishing up the last touches to your makeup you bop your head to the song blasting through the stereo. It’s Only Angel, of course. You’ve had it on repeat all afternoon and now you can’t wait to actually see Harry perform it live.

Just as you are about to get changed, Syd arrives so you let her in with a beaming smile and when she hears the music upon walking into your place she cheers in excitement.

“Yes! This is such a jam!” she smirks, doing a little dance as you lock the door behind her.

“You look fantastic, Syd,” you tell her. The black short dress looks amazing paired with the lilac oversized blazer. Her makeup matches the same color and you are obsessed with the fishnet tights. She will surely make men wish she was into them.

“Thank you! Spent two hours figuring out what to wear, so I hope I look fantastic,” she giggles.

She helps you put together your outfit as well. Wide legged flaming red pants that make your waist look snatched, a black sheer top tucked into it with just a black bralette underneath. You already know Harry will be a fan of the skin you’re showing, you can’t wait to see his face when he finally spots you.

You quickly pack your essentials into a black Chanel purse along with stuff you need for a possible sleepover if things might take a pleasant turn, and you finish with everything just when the doorman calls up through the intercom that Lawrence has arrived.

“So, what’s the deal with you and him, if I may ask?” Syd questions in the car, not in a nosy way, more like a curious, friendly way.

“We are… getting close,” you say, tasting the word on your tongue. You haven’t labeled whatever you have going on with Harry, nor do you really know what it should be called. You’ve been trying hard to make time for each other as much as possible, making small lunch and coffee dates a regular thing. He came over to your place one evening for a movie and that’s the only time you were able to be alone with him, though nothing sexual happened. Yet. The real deal is yet to happen and if you are being honest you are running short on patience. It’s getting harder to hold yourself back and keep your hands to yourself as well when you are out with him, but you agreed to keep it lowkey out in the public.

Tonight, however, you have a feeling what you’ve been waiting for so long might actually happen and you can only hope Harry is planning the same thing. You are absolutely ready to bluntly ask if he wants to spend the night at your place.

“But you’re heading… somewhere, right?”

“I hope so,” you smile shyly.

“That’s amazing. I think you two are a match,” Syd smirks at you.

By the time you arrive to the venue the gates have been opened so people are busy getting inside, giving you the chance to walk inside through the backdoors without any fuss.

“Miss, Harry requested me to usher you to his dressing room when you arrive,” the girl at the door smiles at you with a clipboard in her hands and a headset covering her ears.

“Oh, alright,” you nod, turning to Syd. “You go ahead and get us a good place,” you tell her and she nods walking away with a wave as she heads up to the second floor that’s fully reserved for friends and family.

Following the girl down the hallway you are led to a room that has Harry’s name on it. She gently knocks on the door and a few moments later it flies open, revealing Harry in a colorful suit and a simple white button-down shirt. He looks breathtaking, hair fixed perfectly and the wide grin stretching across his lips when he sees you standing there.

“You’re here!” he breathes out, grabbing your hand and pulling inside, snatching you away from the preying eyes. Once the door clicks closed behind you, he is quick to press his lips to yours in a sweet welcoming kiss. Ever since your first official date he hasn’t passed on any chance to kiss you whenever you had the luxury of privacy to yourselves, which hasn’t happened too much, leaving you both with a growing hunger for each other every time you meet.

“Mm of course I am,” you smile against his lips before pecking them one last time and leaning back. “Looking great, Mr. Styles,” you grin, taking your time to wander your eyes down on him.

“Yeah? Like the suit?”

“Absolutely.”

“Well, I love your outfit as well. M’gonna have a hard time not thinking about you on the stage.”

“Please think about me,” you breathe out with a coy smile.

“Don’t fucking say that to me, you are giving me a hard time,” he groans and you just chuckle at the tortured look on his face.

“Sorry,” you mumble, but your face doesn’t meet your words. He squeezes your waist gently, pecking your lips in a rush before he lets go of you.

“I need to go over a few things before we start, so just go ahead and join Syd. Meet me here after the show?”

“Yeah, perfect,” you nod smiling. “Good luck out there,” you wink and he grins at you with bright eyes. His hands grab onto yours before you head out, pulling you in for one last kiss before you leave.

You feel flustered and you take a few deep breaths on your way up to the gallery to find Syd who managed to get an amazing spot at the front on the left side.

They offer everyone up on the gallery some champagne before the show starts and looking around you see a few familiar faces, but no one you specifically know. You stick with Sydney who is over the moon about the show and you are kind of sharing her excitement.

When the lights go down and the music finally starts, you can’t help but join in with the screams that fill the theater.

You’ve seen videos of him performing, in One Direction and solo as well. You’ve seen pictures and you’ve heard the words about how amazing he is on stage, but none of those live up to the actual experience. The sensation that takes over you just by seeing him appear on the stage as the whole theater chants his name as one, it completely sweeps you off your feet and for a second you wonder how you could live a life without this experience.

When his voice starts to flow through the massive speakers you need to take a deep breath, a shiver runs down your spine and you chug down the rest of your champagne so you could get rid of the glass and hold onto the railing with both hands because you feel like you need to ground yourself before you shoot into the sky.

Song after song, he performs perfectly, bringing every single person in the audience to that euphoric state they’ve been probably seeking their whole life. The experience is surely one of a kind, something you’ll definitely be thinking about for a long time.

Time seems to stop, though it cruelly carries on even when you forget about it completely. The concert is nearing its end and Harry takes a breather as he places his guitar to the stand behind him. You watch his every move as he walks back to the microphone, his gaze moving up to the gallery, roaming through the people until they find you.

“This last song is dedicated… to my Only Angel,” he murmurs into the microphone as the audience erupts, blows up at once and your heart skips a beat when his eyes linger over you for a little longer before the music starts to play.

You faintly hear Syd screaming next to you, probably aware that the dedication was addressed to you, but you can’t tear your eyes off of the man on the stage.

He nails it perfectly, looking like an absolute rockstar that he truly is and for a moment you can’t believe you have his attention and interest. How can such a precious and unbelievably talented man be in your reach?

Because I deserve great things in life, you tell yourself, a little mantra you’ve gotten around to repeat every time you found yourself doubting your success and happiness.

The concert eventually ends and though no one in the room desires the end of it, Harry leaves and you are abruptly brought back to reality.

“That was… something else truly,” Syd breathes out as the two of you linger around a little longer, trying to come down from the high you just experienced.

“Yeah. He is so fucking talented it’s almost unfair,” you chuckle running a hand through your hair.

“This tour will kill thousands of people all around the world,” she muses and for a moment, reality sets in and you realize that Harry will leave for his worldwide tour very soon, leaving you behind.

You get rid of the thought, not wanting to stress over something that’s not relevant just yet and you don’t want to ruin the evening either. Fears and stress can wait a little longer.

The two of you make your way backstage, walking into a bit of a chaos as all close friends and family want to congratulate to Harry and the band as well. Standing at the side you let everyone have their time, barely even seeing Harry in the sea of people in the spacious green room. Syd keeps you company as you wait and about thirty minutes later it seems like the crowd is starting to loosen up.

Harry spots you and excuses himself immediately from his conversation with a couple, heading in your direction with the widest grin you’ve ever seen on his pretty face.

“Congrats, that was mind-blowing,” you smirk as he reaches you, a hand curling around your waist as he leans down and places a kiss to your cheek, keeping it as moderate as possible, though you both just want to jump at each other.

“Thank you, Love,” he nods, a blush tinting his cheeks from your words. “Hello Sydney, so great to see you again,” he greets the girl next to you and they share a short hug.

“Hi! Loved the show so much!” she giggles in excitement.

“Thank you for coming.”

The three of you chat for a while before Sydney says she is gonna call herself an Uber, so after saying her goodbye she leaves you alone with Harry, as much as you can be alone with a bunch of other people around.

“I wanted to ask you something,” he clears his throat as his hand finds its way back to the small of your back.

“Go for it.”

“We are gonna grab a drink at some bar, but nothing over the top and I wanted to ask if you would want to join.”

“Sounds good,” you smile, feeling a little disappointed. This is not exactly what you wanted him to ask. Luckily, he is not done with his questions.

“Also… I-If it’s cool by you, I thought that… maybe you could come over?”

“Mmm, go over and do what?” you tease him, your smile stretching wider with each passing moment.

“I have plenty of ideas, Love,” he breathes out, making you laugh. “We could drop by your place if you need anything to stay over.”

“No need. Packed a bag,” you slyly grin at him, taking him by surprise clearly, but it’s surely a pleasant one.

“Always a step ahead of me, huh?” he smirks, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

It takes some time to actually leave the venue and head off to the bar with a close group of friends of him and the band. A secluded area was already reserved for you that has its own bar, so you could enjoy the evening without worrying about preying eyes of strangers or fans. You really weren’t in the mood to keep your distance from Harry, this way at least you were able to touch each other in a more intimate way without speculations swirling up immediately.

You get to know his band and some of his friends, they are all genuinely amazing people, but you weren’t expecting anything else. You figured he only surrounds himself with people like him. His hands often find your waist and he doesn’t shy away from kissing your cheek or giving your hips a gentle squeeze, just letting you know you have his attention and he appreciates that you’re there.

It’s nearing one am when the guests start leaving and soon enough you find yourself in the back of your car with Harry, heading to his place, while you try your best to keep your hands away from him. You wouldn’t put Lawrence through the trauma of having to see or hear something he shouldn’t.

But that doesn’t stop you from kissing, something you’ve been dying to do all night. Your hand rests on his thigh while he has an arm curled around your shoulders, keeping you tight by his side, delicately brushing his nose against your hair every time your lips are not connected.

“Thank you, Lawrence. I’ll call myself a taxi in the morning, have the day off,” you tell your driver who smiles in your way thankfully while Harry grabs your and his bags from the back of the car.

“Thank you, Miss. Enjoy your night,” he nods in your way as you shut the door closed.

You try to take your duffel bag from Harry, but he insists to carry it as the two of you walk inside his house.

“Want something to drink? Water, tea or something?” he asks, setting the bags down near his giant, comfortable looking couch. Your thoughts immediately wander to a dirty field, picturing him sitting on that very couch as you kneel in front of him, pleasuring him so good that his eyes roll back…

“Yeah, water please,” you say clearing your throat. Some hydration will come handy after the drinks you chugged down at the bar.

You follow him as he shuffles into the kitchen, grabbing a glass and a bottled water from the fridge for you, pouring some into the glass before handing it to you.

“Thank you. You have a nice place for yourself,” you tell him, looking around in his home.

“Thanks. Been working on it for a while,” he chuckles softly. “Feels a bit too big for just myself though.”

You finish the water and set your eyes at him, feeling your hunger for him grow with each passing moment. Placing the empty glass to the marble counter you take a step closer to him.

“You feel lonely often?” you question in a low voice. His eyes return to you and you are happy to see the same lust in them.

“Would say so, yes,” he nods, running his tongue over his pink lips before he reaches out and grabbing you by your hips, he draws you close to him. Leaning down his lips brush against the shell of your ear, a shiver runs down your spine when you hear his whisper in it. “Hope it’ll change soon.”

At a loss of patience, you grab his face and angle it perfectly so you can kiss him hard. And by hard, you mean real hard. He stumbles back from the force, but manages to keep his balance, returning the kiss just as vehemently as he receives it, a tug of war starting between the two of you.

His hands work fast on the sheer fabric of your shirt, pulling it out from the waistband of your pants, getting rid of it eagerly as his lips wander down on your neck, collarbones and chest. He easily turns the two of you around so you are pushed against the edge of the countertop, his hips pushed against you and it’s clearer that daylight just how excited he is to have you here tonight. Your eyes flicker over to the couch again and the desire to please him with your mouth just bursts, you can’t hold yourself back anymore.

So you push him away from you, grabbing his wrist and yanking him after you, heading towards the couch. You push him down and his lustful eyes follow every move of yours as you kneel in front of him and he realizes what you are about to do. He doesn’t stop you when you work to unbutton his pants, but his hand finds your chin and he pulls you up for a swift, but passionate kiss.

Once you successfully undid his pants he lifts his hips and you spare some time and energy, pulling them down along with his underwear, leaving him only in his vintage printed t-shirt as his cock springs free. You push your thighs together just at the sight of him, the way his eyes burn down on you, how his lips part when your gazes meet and the way he sucks on his breath when your fingers dig into his thighs near his crotch as you situate yourself closer.

“I believe I owe you an orgasm, don’t I?” you ask with a cheeky smirk before wrapping your left hand around the base of his shaft, giving it a gentle squeeze, just enough to get him even more excited. A whimpered moan slips from his lips and you lean closer, giving his cock a lick from bottom to top, wrapping your lips around the head as you swirl your tongue around it.

“Fuck hell!” he breathes out, clearly enjoying himself, hands fisting the cushion next to him, but you bet they’ll be buried in your hair soon.

You’re not an expert in the field of blowjobs, but it’s been your thing to come barging right through the door and jump the easy teasing whenever you were on your knees for a man. So with your hands fixed on his beautiful face, you sink down on him, his cock gliding into your mouth right until the tip reaches the back of your throat, earning the loudest moan you’ve heard from him. Shutting your eyes closed you keep him like that for a second until the urge to gag starts to set in, so you slide him out, your saliva dripping down his erection as your eyes meet his and you can tell you shocked him with your bold first move.

“Do that one more time and I won’t last for a minute,” he warns breathing heavily and you just smirk up at him before going into action again, this time only taking a smaller portion of him, pumping the base to make up for the lack of deep throating, but it appears that he enjoys just the simple part of it equally. As you keep bobbing your head, taking as much of him as you can without gagging, his right hand flies to your hair, taking a handful of it as he gently guides your head, keeping it in the rhythm that works the best for him and you happily let him do whatever makes him feel good.

When your free hand goes to gently massage his balls your name erupts from him in the most voluptuous way you’ve heard him call out for you. As if he just cried out for God himself.

“Y/N, fuck, I won’t last long,” he warns you, but that’s all you want. You need to see him come undone under your touch, you want to be the reason his breath hitches. Picking up your pace you see him whimper some more, head falling backwards to the back of the couch. It’s a heavenly view and you wish you could take a picture of his beauty as he enjoys himself on this intimate level. You’ve never wanted to please a man more than him and just seeing him in this blissful state makes you wet through your underwear.

When his breathing starts to get uneven, chest heaving wildly, you take all of him again, his head poking the back of your throat and you push your tongue against his length as you slide him out, picking up the same pace that you kept before, both hands working hard on him.

“Fuck! I-I’m gonna cum!” he warns again and just a few seconds later, you feel the evidence of his satisfaction spurt into the back of your throat, eyes falling on you as you give him one last lick before swallowing everything that’s in your mouth.

“Holy shit,” he breathes out pulling you up, eagerly kissing you without a second thought, his hands cupping your cheeks to keep you in place. “You surely know how to kill a man, yea?” he huffs making you chuckle.

“Think you can go for a second one?” you sheepishly ask, blinking up at him from under your long lashes.

“I’ll have enough time to recover while I eat you out like you’re my last meal,” he bluntly replies, and a moan almost slips from your lips.

“Show me what you got, Styles,” you challenge him and he doesn’t need more, he easily picks you up, wrapping your legs around his waist as he heads straight to the bedroom.

“As you wish, Angel,” he mumbles against your skin, peppering your neck and shoulder with featherlike kisses along his way until he throws you to his bed, ruthlessly tearing the remaining of your clothes off your body.

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[generallybarzy]

If You'll Have Me Forever.

an: this is the little fic i decided to write based on a dream i had. I wrote it all in one day while I was at my grandparent's house with no internet or computer, so i wrote it all in my notebook and then typed it up on here haha.

warnings: unedited, mentions of past emotional trauma and unhealthy families

word count: 1.7k

You always loved spending time with Mat's family. Whenever there was a break in the season, you two quickly found yourselves on a plane out to Vancouver, holding hands in the airplane and in the car on the way to his parent's house.

It had been like this since your first summer with them. Mat had invited you home with him for part of the offseason, and although you'd only been dating almost a year and were still nervous to meet his family, you couldn't say no. His family had welcomed you warmly, in fact, warm may not even be good enough to describe it. His parents smiled as soon as they saw you- saw you holding their son's hand, saw him smile proudly as he finally introduced you to them as his girlfriend.

Then, they hugged you.

You hadn't come from a loving family, not one where you openly told each other "I love you" or "I'm proud of you", and certainly not one that hugged and had family game nights. After much discussion with Mat and with your therapist, you came to the conclusion that your family had been borderline emotionally neglectful, and you saw how your childhood had scarred you. Mat's family was so openly affectionate and loving towards you right off the bat that it overwhelmed you, to the point of you going upstairs and refusing to come down until Mat had a talk with you. He was understanding, gently told them to be a little more reserved, and helped to slowly ease you into their love. And that just made you love him even more.

Now, it was your first holiday season with them. After spending a good chunk of last summer in Vancouver, you were certainly excited to spend a few days of your winter here with them rather than in your empty little apartment. You and Mat had flown out the night before, and arrived early in the morning, grateful that the team had managed a few extra days off this season- just enough days to make a trip worth it. The whole day had been spent talking and laughing and just catching up with his family about the past year- how things were going with your studies, with your job, how Mat’s season was going, and how your relationship was going. Later in the evening, after a long round of some board game they’d pulled from the closet, the jet lag and overwhelming, unfamiliar feeling of familial love caught up to you. So, in the middle of preparing some snacks to munch on during the next round of the game, you faked a phone call and quickly excused yourself to the snowy back patio, slipping into your coat and snow boots on the way and disappearing out the door.

Mat had been keeping a close eye on you all night.

He knew how you got about affection, you were even still a little shy receiving love from him, and the last thing he wanted to do was let him or his family overwhelm you again. He had gone to talk with his dad for five minutes- about a topic that had him immediately searching for you to go hide away and get some much needed alone time- and when he came back to the living room, you weren’t where he left you with his mom and sister.

“Where’s (Y/N)?”

“Oh,” his mom looked up from preparing the food. “She stepped out back to take a phone call.”

“Yeah?” Mat snuck over to the backdoor, squinting out into the snow and spotting your figure, no phone in sight. He slipped on a pair of shoes and grabbed his jacket from next to the door. “I think the jetlag might be stting in. I’ll be right back.”

He stepped out onto the back patio, the snow crunching beneath his fluffy slippers. You didn’t even turn when you heard the door close behind him, and that’s how he knew something was wrong.

“Baby… what are you doing out in the cold?” He came up next to you, curling an arm over your shoulders. “Were they too much? Should I tell them to back off a bit?” Finally, you turned to face him. Your eyes were wet and red, but you had a soft little smile on your face. “Aw, baby.”

“I love them so much, Mat.”

“C’mere.” He pulled you against his chest, rubbing his hands up and down your cold arms. You curled your arms around his waist, snuggling in under his winter jacket. “Babe, you should be wearing something heavier out here. I don’t want you getting sick.” Still, you stayed where you were, tucked into his jacket with him and hiding away from the snow and the world. “I’m glad you love my family so much. I hope you can tell they love you too. And if they’re too much, I’ll tell them, okay?”

“I know.”

“Just let me know. I know how you get uncomfortable when you receive this much love, but I hope you know you deserve it, okay? You’re absolutely amazing.” At his words, you lifted your face from the comfort of his chest, eyes red and face hot, streaked with tears. Snowflakes melted on impact, and Mat’s thumb brushed away the wetness. “Please don’t cry, baby.”

“I’m just… so overwhelmed. In the best way possible, I promise.”

“That’s good.”

“And I’m getting sleepy.”

“Jetlag finally catching up to you?” You nodded, burrowing back into the warmth of his jacket. He smiled, squeezing you against him. “Let’s go to bed, yeah, sweetheart?”

“Nooooo, I just wanna stay like this.”

“Okay, okay.” He smiled and lifted his hands in mock surrender. “We’ll stay out here for a little, but we gotta go in when you get cold.” Mat knew the reason you didn’t want to go back inside yet. One, because you didn’t want to cry in front of his family, but also because after spending the whole day with them, you were starved of sweet, gentle moments like this, alone with Mat. He knew you loved his family, but God, how you loved him. You’d been holding back all your hugs and kisses today, keeping low on the PDA in front of his family, and you’d gotten needy. He pulled out his phone and sent a quick text to his parents, saying the two of you were gonna be done for the night and wanted a little alone time, and he knew they’d understand and head to bed. The snow was picking up now, so Mat put his phone back in his pocket and pulled you with him against the wall of the house, your arms tucked under his fuzzy coat and holding tight around his waist, watching the snow fall and enjoying the comforting silence of the world.

“Do you know how much people love you?”

“Mat…” You smiled and hid your face shyly.

“No, do you know? Everyone who meets you falls a little bit in love with you. Everyone. You just have this… this loveable nature to you/ You’re the sweetest, kindest, most amazing person I know.” You didn’t respond, but Mat saw the smile on your face and felt the way your arms squeezed around his torso. “Remember how earlier, I was talking to my dad? You know what he was saying? He said ‘the way you look at (Y/N), that’s how I looked at your mom’. And how he still does.” That got your attention, and you lifted your face to look at him, at the pretty, genuine love in his dark eyes. “Hey, there’s that pretty face!” Your hands slid further up his back, and you perched up on your tiptoes, reaching up for a soft kiss that Mat gladly met you halfway for. “I’m serious when I say I love you, okay?”

“I know.”

“I get that you didn’t have the best relationship with your family, and they weren’t the healthiest, especially when it came to showing these types of emotions, but I’m gonna make sure you get used to it. Cause you’re gonna be in my life for a long, long time.”

“Forever?”

“If you’ll have me forever.”

Everything went silent, save for the soft falling of snow, at that whispered promise. The tears filled your eyes again, just so, so happy that you had someone like Mat in your life, and that he was so understanding and patient with you.

“If you’ll have me forever, my family would be more than happy to call you one of us. You could spend all your birthdays, holidays, and celebrations here, and they’d love you. I’d love you. I do. You’d never feel unloved again, if you’ll have me forever.”

“Mat are... Are you proposing?”

He shook his head quickly. “No. Not yet, not officially. Just take this as a… warning.”

You laughed a little bit. “A warning, Mat?”

“No, ugh… um, how about a promise. Yeah, a promise. A promise that if you’ll have me forever, I’ll do nothing but show you how damn loveable you are. I know I can’t erase the years of pain… God, or the trauma that your family put you through, but I promise you I’m gonna try my hardest. You deserve so much better than what they’d given to you, and I’ll give that to you.” Mat saw the tears in your eyes and swooped down to kiss your cheeks repeatedly. “I’m sorry. Didn’t mean to make you cry, baby.” He could say so, so much more, but he wanted to take care of you first. “Enough of my sappy rambling, yeah? My toes are freezing. Can we go in?” He saw you glance down at his feet and immediately started giggling.

“Nice slippers, grandpa.”

“They’re cozy.” He grinned, happy to see you smiling again. He had grabbed his dad’s shoes to come out, knowing you found his silly dad-fashion funny. “Now, let’s get to bed, sleepyhead.” He pulled you back into the warm, quiet house and led the way up to his bedroom, happy to finally have some time to just cuddle up under the blankets along with you. But as you fell asleep, tucked safely in his arms with a content, peaceful smile, he could fall asleep along with you. Instead, he lay there, watching you for hours, his thoughts filled with his dad’s words from earlier and quietly, secretly, he was writing long lines of phrases he wanted to say to you, phrases that would one day become part of his proposal.

I promise I’ll keep you safe, I promise I’ll keep you smiling and loved... if you’ll have me forever.

[therealalexhenry]

first date with gibbs after a bad relationship, because why not lol :)

(this is gonna be based on Begin Again by Taylor Swift)

(gibbs x male oc - whom i gave a random name don’t come at me)

Kai took a deep breath, looking over his outfit for what he could only guess was the millionth time. He never liked it when Kai wore this, and it was starting to get to him. Kai wanted to change, but there was no time, he didn’t want to be late.

Turn the lock and put my headphones on, he always said he didn’t get this song but I do. He never approved of Kai’s choice in music, always made Kai feel like shit for liking the songs he did. Having the song on repeat as he walked, it always made him feel better, which was what Kai needed right now.

Walked in expecting you’d be late, but you got here early and you stand and wave. I walk to you. Kai took his headphones off and placed them around his neck, managing a small smile. He didn’t want to seem too overbearing right off the bat.

You pull my chair out and help me in, and you don’t know how nice that is, but I do. Kai said a quiet ‘thank you’ once they were both seated, receiving a ��you’re welcome’ in return. They started to look through the menu, and after a while a waiter came by to take their orders, Kai saying a ‘thank you’ as the waiter walked off.

You throw your head back laughing like a little kid. I think it’s strange that you think I’m funny ‘cause he never did. They had instantly hit it off, laughing and talking about the most random things, but it was nice. But Kai couldn’t help but think of him, although he tried not to show it.

I’ve been spending the last eight months thinking all love ever does is break and burn and end. But on a Wednesday, in a cafe, I watched it begin again. Kai couldn’t help it, they had instantly clicked. He liked getting to know him, especially the little things. Those blue eyes and silver hair, definitely a bonus.

Jethro had insisted on walking Kai home, so much so that Kai didn’t have a choice but to agree with a laugh. As they walked, they continued talking about everything and nothing. You said you never met someone who has as many James Taylor records as you, but I do. We tell stories and you don’t know why I’m coming off a little shy, but I do.

We walked down the street, and I almost brought him up. But you start to talk about the movies that your family watches every single Christmas, and I want to talk about that. And for the first time, what’s past is past. Kai liked listening to Jethro talk about his team, whom Jethro considered family. The way Jethro talked about them, it was as if Kai knew them personally as well.

They finally reached Kai’s place, and Jethro even walked him to the door to make sure Kai made it inside safely. Insisted on it, in fact. Kai had a smile on his face, and before Jethro could walk away, Kai kissed him.

Once Kai made it inside, he dropped his keys on the small table by the door then proceeded to slip off his jacket and his shoes. He kept thinking about the date, and how great it had been. I’ve been spending the last eight months thinking all love ever does is break and burn and end. But on a Wednesday, in a cafe, I watched it begin again.

Kai would definitely be looking forward to a second date.

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

Please Me Oikawa's Oasis: Part 1

⚠️THIS FIC IS 18+, MINORS DNI⚠️

Welcome to week 4 of the Please Me Series!  A collaboration with @axoxtxhxh! This weeks theme is Virginity Loss featuring Oikawa and Goshiki!  This weeks fics are broken into 3 parts! Please check out Joey’s fic, Guiding Goshiki!  I will link it in the Please Me master list!  

Warnings: Swearing, bad pick up lines

Word Count: 2,000

The sound of Volleyball hitting the floor and shoes shuffling around in the hard wood is all to familiar to Toru Oikawa.

He was finally, living out his dreams as a professional volleyball player. It’s all he ever wanted to do, all he had ever thought about from the time he was a young kid.

After high-school, his goals became centered around making his dream a reality. To accomplish this, he knew he would have to sacrifice a lot. Forgoing his personal life in order to pursue his main objective.

The thought never really bothered Torū. He was always popular with his fans, however none of them seemed to understand his deep desire for the sport he loved so much.

After countless failed high school relationships, he put his personal life on hold in order to pursue something more favorable.

He was given the opportunity to move to Argentina and become a member of Club Atletico San Juan. He jumped at the chance to further is professional career and move abroad, gaining citizenship to a country world renowned for its athletes. His dream was finally becoming a reality

Entering the training gym, Oikawa was anything but nervous. He knew his skills as a setter were exceptional and he always aimed to improve in any way he could. His specialty outside of setting was serving, which is what attracted the recruiters to him. Taking a deep breath, he walked into the bright gym for the first time, preparing to achieve his goals.

“Ahh Oikawa! It’s great to finally meet you” the San Juan teams head coach said as he greeted Oikawa with a smooth smile and a firm handshake.

“The pleasure is all mine sir” Oikawa says as he watches the various members begin to practice.

Oikawa was amazed at the level of skill he saw. These players were on an entirely different level, a level that only served to excited him more.

“Well, it’s probably best if you just join in. I’d like to see your abilities up close” coach says as Oikawa nod, running over to great the members of his new team.

“Hello everyone! My name is Torū Oikawa and it would be my pleasure to set for you” he smirks as the players study Oikawa closely.

Torū had always had a rather flamboyant personality. Often being the stand out character in a room. It never bothered him when others made comments about him because he was confident in himself as a person and as a setter.

The team looked at him, nodding as the captain made his way towards Torū.

“Show us what you’ve got Oikawa” the captain says as he signals for the spikers to form a line “the best way to learn is by doing.”

“I couldn’t agree more” Oikawa smirks as he turns heading close to the net.

“By the way, I prefer if you can get the toss as high so I can have time to correct the positioning if needed” he remarks as the men prepare for spiking practice.

One by one, the players toss the ball to Oikawa as he sends set after set to the players.

“I’m sorry, that one was a little long” he signals to one of the spikers “I can tell by your approach, you favor balls close to the next. I’ll adjust.”

The player nodded to Oikawa and the next player stepped up, tossing the ball to Oikawa.

“Man his adaptation skills are incredible” on of the assistant coaches says as the head coach watched Oikawa closely.

The door opens as the men shift to see a figure pushing open the door with their foot, emerging into the gym with a basket full of freshly laundered jerseys.

Letting out a deep breath, you sigh as you set the basket down, moving onto your next task of refilling the now empty water bottles.

You had been the team’s manager for almost 3 years now. You loved your job so much. The perks were fantastic and the pay was stellar. You worked long hours and traveled a lot but that never hindered your life. You actually enjoyed seeing the world with your team.

Grabbing the bottles, you begin to head for the fountain when the coach approaches you.

“YN, I’m going to need you to prepare a jersey for our newest team member. His name should be on the sheet I gave you this morning. Please have it ready by the end of the week” the coach asks as you nod in agreement.

“I’ll work on it as soon as possible sir”

“Thank you YN. We would really be lost without you” he says as you smile back, eyes glancing towards the gym floor.

You knew a new member would be starting soon. You had heard rumors of one, Torū Oikawa. You had seen his skills on many videos as the team prepared for his arrival. You took notes from what you could see so that you could immediately start helping the promising new setter.

You eyes glanced towards the net as they were met with gorgeous chocolate orbs. The young setter stared at you in wonder as you smiled sweetly, moving towards the door to fill the water bottles.

God you are so pretty Oikawa thinks to himself as he fails to hear the shouts of his teammates, as a tossed volleyball hurls straight for his head.

As you reach the door, a loud SMACK sounded causing you to turn your head towards the men to see the new setter rubbing his head feverishly.

Oh, this one’s a klutz you think to yourself as you roll your eyes, setting the bottles down and running to see if the setter was ok.

“Are you ok?” You ask running up to the new setter, trying to ignore the snickers of the other players as you check him over.

Oikawa rubs his head as he looks up to you.

“I hope you know CPR” he says looking up to you.

“Omg is it that serious?”

“No, it’s because you just took my breath away” he says smiling at you as you roll your eyes walking away as the rest of the players laugh at Oikawa’s cheesy line.

You get up, moving back to the door grabbing the water bottles and walking out.

Great another Romeo you think to yourself as you snicker lightly, remembering the young man’s pick-up line.

“He is pretty funny I’ll have to admit” you under your breath, smiling a little as you fill the teams water bottles.

“Hey Oikawa, are you sure you’re, ok?” the captain says laughing lightly.

Oikawa shakes his head smiling “if there’s one thing I’m accustomed to, it’s getting hit in the head with a volleyball.”

The team laughs as Oikawa looks to the door where you exited.

Of course, you were stunning. Oikawa had seen his far share of women but none quite gave off the radiance you did.

“Hey man” the captain said placing his hand on Oikawa’s shoulder “don’t worry about YN. She just takes her job serious. She’s not really one for screwing around.”

Oikawa nods as he looks back at the door, watching you reenter the gym. He had to admit, he admired how determined you were to do your job. And your cold tone wasn’t going to deter the great king, Torū Oikawa.

“Okey doke then guys, let’s get back to it” he says shaking his hands as he returns to his spot at the net as the next spiker tosses to him, sending a set perfectly to the spiker.

You watched in awe at the new team member. You have to admit, the man was good. He seemed to take the sport of Volleyball more seriously than his pick up game. You smiled as you watched the men hit spike after spike, kill after kill. It was refreshing to have such an invigorating member join the team.

“Alight guys, time to wrap it up” the coach yells as he grabs his clipboard “YN will you lock up tonight after your done please? Also leave the nets up tonight. We will have the gym open early for practice.”

“Of course, coach” you say smiling as the team grabs their towels and water bottles, leaving to change.

You went about your business, finishing laundry, logging notes and filing a few pieces of papers.

“Just mopping left” you say as you sign, leaving your office and heading to the gym.

The sound of volleyballs hitting the gym floor radiated from down the hall way.

What is someone still doing here you wonder to yourself as you walk into the gym, checking your watch.

You see a panting Oikawa, tossing a ball up, serving over the net with such intensity.

Your eyes widened as you body jumped at the power he held. His serves were so strong, so intense and so fast. How can anyone stop them?

“It’s not polite to stare” he says as your concentration is broken as you look over to him, smiling at you as he wipes his face off.

“Oh, I wasn’t staring- I just came to umm, I just came to mop up the gym floor” you said stuttering as you walk in, putting your bag down.

“Oh, I apologize. The coach said it was ok for me to practice” he said as he continues to try and cool down.

“No worries, I have sometime. I can wait” you say as you turn heading to sit down. “Oh and by the way, that last serve was out by like a centimeter” you say sitting down, pulling your phone out of your bag.

“Ughhhh” Oikawa says as he grabs his hair and pulls on it as you snicker.

You continue to watch Oikawa practice, 10 minutes turns into an hour, which turns into an hour and a half. While you didn’t want to interrupt his practice, you knew he needed to rest. You could tell he was overexerting himself.

You got up to talk with him when he sent up a serve, landing incorrectly on his leg and wincing.

Your eyes widen as you run to him.

“Ok that’s enough tonight, Oikawa. You’re going to hurt yourself” you said as you grab the ball from him.

“It’s fine YN, this happens all the time” he says wincing at the pain radiating from his knee. He really did overdo it.

“Alright well I don’t care how often it happens, I’m closing practice” you say grabbing his arm and pulling him towards the bench.

“YN –” he says before you interrupt him.

“It’s my job to make sure you don’t overdo it. I’m not doing my job if our setter can’t set after his first day” you say as you help Oikawa to the bench, running to grab an ice pack and a hot pack.

“Here, we will do 15 minutes cold, 15 minutes warm. Then I’ll wrap it” you say as you check his knee.

“Thanks, YN” he says sweetly as you smiley at him.

“No worries, Oikawa, it’s my job” you say as you out the ice on his knee, helping to reduce the bit of inflammation that was forming.

“When you get back home, you’ll need to take anti-inflamories. Do it every 4 hours and you should be ok!”

Oikawa looks at you as you help ice his knee, you really were something else.

“Alright” you say as you wrap his knee up “let’s get you home.”

You help Oikawa to get to the changing room, as you quickly go to mop up the gym floor. You turn off the lights to see Oikawa waiting for you at the doors.

“yoo-hoo Yn-chan” he says waving frantically at you as you roll your eyes at him braking into a smile.

“Yn-what?” You say as you help Oikawa out the front doors, locking the building behind you.

“It’s a personal greeting in Japanese. Often used for close friends” he says smirking at you.

“Oh so we are close friends now are we?” You say as you walk with him towards the dorms he was staying at

“O f course, we are YN-chan! Why wouldn’t we be!” he says smiling at you as you laugh lightly.

“You really are something else Oikawa” you say as you wave him off, heading towards your own dorm.

So are you YN, so are you.

Taglist: @serostapesweat @chaotic-nick @lovelyzabrak-meadow @yep-seeyalaterbranflakes

[rotworld]

7: Kelpie

the resident lake monster is up to no good again.

->suggestive but not explicit. contains mind-altering magic/hypnosis, murder, brief description of corpses, asphyxiation.

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The wail of sirens late at night makes your heart drop. Red and blue lights swirl past the windows, rumbling down the dirt road to the ranger station. You peel back the curtains and see the usual procession of police cruisers, an ambulance not far behind. The forensics team will take another hour or so. You make yourself some coffee and wait for the knock on your door. You know all of the detectives by name, but you dread them all equally.

Tonight, it’s McNabb who stands there in a rain-soaked trenchcoat. He doesn’t take his shoes off, tracking mud all over your living room while he pokes and prods at your things. He scrutinizes a pile of mail on the table like it’s contraband of some sort, picking through it with aggressive disinterest. “Another body in the lake,” he says, not even looking at you. “Gonna give me the same song and dance as usual?” You let him stomp around, quietly sipping your coffee and texting Monroe, a friend at the ranger station.

“McNabb,” is the only word you send. Monroe texts back in seconds, telling you he’ll be there as soon as he can.

“It’s funny,” McNabb says, sounding completely unamused. “This is the only house on the Roseway Trail. It was empty for a good couple of decades before you moved in, and the trouble only started after you came. Did you know that?”

You’ve caught him on a particularly bad night, it seems, for a lie that blatant. Roseway Trail’s infamous Lake Luckless has claimed more drowning victims than any other body of water in the country, and it was already holding the title long before you came. You didn’t find out until you were already bringing in furniture, but the house had been suspiciously cheap.The lake’s reputation hadn’t sent you running for the hills, but it might’ve if you’d known it would bring the police to your door like this.

You hear tires sliding through the mud and see headlights at your front windows, flashing once before the driver kills the engine and there’s a knock at your door. You breathe a sigh of relief. Monroe is a welcome sight, wearing his yellow waterproof coat, standard for cold weather fieldwork and search and rescue. “Detective McNabb,” he greets with with a terse nod. “I’ll take it from here.” There’s always a brief standoff between the two of them, Monroe holding the door open as McNabb squares his shoulders and stands rooted to the spot in defiance. The Roseway Trail rangers are territorial. Every body found in the lake leads to a departmental squabble. You don’t care. You just want McNabb out of your house.

He drags his feet, complaining about jurisdiction and procedure, glaring at you the whole way, but he finally, finally leaves. Monroe slams the door behind him, but you notice he doesn’t sit down. He jams his hands in his pockets, shifting uncomfortably, not quite meeting your eye. “He wants to see me, doesn’t he?” you ask quietly.

Monroe nods. You abandon your coffee to grab a coat and the chunk of raw beef sitting in your refrigerator.

The drive to the ranger station is long enough that the forensic team is almost done by the time you arrive. You overhear somber gossip; it was a couple staying at the campgrounds. Not even gone long enough to be reported missing when a teenager stumbles upon the bodies in the lake. The kid’s traumatized, screaming about a horse with “frog skin” and “fangs” that “came out of the mud like a zombie.” His parents are on their way. He’d be in trouble if there weren’t already two corpses to deal with. The gate at the start of the lake trail is padlocked in place year round, red and bold-lettered signs absolutely everywhere. “TRAIL CLOSED,” they say. “DO NOT CLIMB. DO NOT ENTER. DANGEROUS CONDITIONS.” It’s not enough to stop tourists and bored local kids.

“How bad was it?” you ask. 

Monroe fidgets by the station’s front desk, clearly unsettled. You’re surprised when he says, “Not that bad.” Thunder rumbles, rattling the station windows. You see black body bags wheeled away. “He didn’t even eat them,” Monroe says quietly. 

The cops linger until the forensic team leaves, just after midnight. Visibility is poor and the lakeshore is extremely slippery in the heavy rain. Both deaths will easily be ruled accidental. Once the sirens and lights disappear into the distance, just a whisper above the rain, Monroe takes you to the lake trail. He pats down his own pockets for a key and fiddles with the padlock, the whole thing falling in a clattering metal heap into the mud. You step over a low barrier to keep vehicles off the path and duck under a rope strung from two trees with yet another warning printed in all capital letters. 

You see the faint imprints of boots in the mud, the last traces of the deceased campers slowly filling with rain. They meander playfully across untamed and hilly pathways, circling a copse of trees and lingering by a field of flowers. Suddenly, large hoofprints join them. One pair of boots disappears. The other follows unhurriedly alongside the hoofprints. Both sets, inevitably, go down to the lake.

It’s at a turn in the trail where you see the boots sink deeper into the mud, heels digging in, a few clumsy handprints smeared through the mud where someone stumbled, tripped, tried to drag themselves away to no avail. You see the imprint of a body falling at the lakeshore, flattening the reeds. And through the gloom, through falling rain and misty night haze, you see eyes glinting. A horse head, decomposing, streaked with matted hair and mud, half-risen through the lake’s surface. It watches you intently.

Monroe grabs you suddenly, nearly yanks your arm out of its socket. You almost walked right into the water. The face slips under the murky surface, vanishing from sight. “Be careful,” Monroe tells you. He squeezes your arm once and reluctantly steps back, further from the lake. He doesn’t want to leave, but he knows he has to. Every step is slow and hesitant. He doesn’t want to turn his back on you. You nod with as much determination as you can muster. You watch his yellow coat retreat back to the trail, over the hill, swallowed up by night.

“Groundskeeper,” you hear the inhuman, gurgling purr of something in the water. You don’t know why he insists on calling you that. You just live nearby. It’s some tradition you aren’t aware of, probably. Fae love that kind of thing. The face reemerges, much closer to you this time. It’s human now. Long black hair, tangled through with the twisting roots of lake plants, curls and coils in the water as it floats around him. His eyes are the hazy gray of a bloated corpse and his grin is sharp, fangs peeking from the corners of his mouth. “So good to see you. Is that for me?” He nods at the soggy meat packing paper bundled under your arm. 

“Lachlann, why did you kill those people?” you ask him. 

His eyes arch in amusement. He slips under the water once more and then he’s right in front of you, pulling himself out of the lake with two muscular arms. Slowly, he rises to his full, towering height, and you have to crane your neck to meet his eyes. Tendrils of hair drag out of the water behind him, falling limp around his ankles. The rain washes the lake mud from his face, revealing sickly, gray-green skin. “Why do you breathe air, groundskeeper?” he asks, smiling wryly.

“That’s not the same,” you insist. “The rangers told me you’ve got them bringing you food now, too, so I know you aren’t hungry. And those people—you didn’t even take a bite out of them. Just drowned them. For what? For fun?” 

Lachlann chuckles, a wet sound like a choking dog. He cups your face with one large hand easily, his claws raking your cheeks. His skin is clammy, smooth and slick like an amphibian. “I dislike these conversations. Don’t you?” His smile is unsettling, cold and practiced. His eyes draw you in. You see yourself reflected within them as though trapped under ice. “Ask me something more fun, groundskeeper. Ask me what I think of you.”

Lachlann is a conservationist’s nightmare. According to the local folklore meticulously detailed in the ranger station’s records, he was dumped here centuries ago by another fae. He was barely a foal then, sickly and unsteady on his stick-like legs. He hobbled into the lake and grew quickly, nearly eating the local fish, deer and several species of birds into extinction. As he got older, he became more accustomed to the humans in the area, going from skittish to bold and predatory. The rangers have been feeding him as long as there’s been a ranger station on the trail, hoping to curb his appetite and reduce the number of deaths. You didn’t know that when a naked and waterlogged man appeared on your doorstep one day, calling you groundskeeper and asking if you had anything to eat.

You thought it was helping. Maybe you were naive. But you knew Lachlann had been little once, so small and alone, abandoned here without explanation. Sometimes you think you can see that sorrow in him when he thinks no one’s looking, sulking in the lake with a distant look in his eyes. Or maybe he knows he’s not alone when that happens. Maybe it’s his natural adaptation to make people see what they want to see in him. The uncertainty keeps you up at night.

“I’m just trying to understand,” you say. 

Lachlann hums dismissively at that, focused on the meat you brought. You relent and hand it to him, looking away as he rips into it with his teeth, paper and all. The sick, squelching noises are horrific enough on their own. “You’d understand if you didn’t ask silly questions,” he murmurs, licking his claws one at a time. “I am fae. I adhere faithfully to my nature, and it keeps me fulfilled. There’s nothing more to say about it.” He repeats, more insistently, “Ask me what I think of you.”

“Fine. What do you think of me?” 

Lachlann’s long fingers tangle with yours and he draws you close, pressed against his damp chest. His hand cards through your damp hair, pushing it out of your face. It’s dangerous, to be this close to him, to be on slick, uneven ground. His eyes paralyze you. He touches your face, caresses you with aching tenderness.

“I think you are lovely, groundskeeper,” he purrs. “I think your endless curiosity will be the death of you, but it is endearing. It makes me want to do terrible things to you.” He wraps his claws around your throat and squeezes just hard enough to make you afraid, but the spell is unbroken. You don’t push him away or try to run from him. You’re rooted to the spot, your heart racing, your instincts screaming, but you can’t move.

“I want to take you,” he whispers. He squeezes harder, cutting off your air. Your hands rise to his chest but instead of shoving, they thread through his long hair. You try to gasp but nothing gets through his iron grip. Your lungs start to burn. Your head spins. “I want to lead you to the water. I want you to walk in slowly. Let you feel it rising as you sink deeper and deeper. Let it wash over you. Breathe deep and fill yourself with it. Drown yourself for me.” 

It’s so vivid in your mind’s eye. You can see yourself on a rainy night just like this, glimpsing Lachlann at the lake’s edge, his gray eyes beckoning. You can see yourself undressing under his heated gaze, walking barefoot through squishing moss and swaying cattails. You can feel the cold water around your ankles as Lachlann embraces you. Up to your calves as his hands skim over your hips. Rippling around your waist as he nips at your throat playfully. You see yourself sinking, going under, and when Lachlann kisses you, water rushes into your lungs.

The world is dark and weightless, swaying gently. Your vision darkens. The ache and the pressure inside of you grows unbearable. The last thing you see as it all goes black is his eyes, stormy and white.

Lachlann lets go and you collapse to your knees, gasping. You grasp your throat and feel bruises forming in the shape of his fingers. You cough and sputter, throwing up lake water. It wasn’t real, was it? Did he really drag you under? You look up and Lachlann smirks down at you. He licks blood from his lips. You feel a fresh, oozing wound at the corner of your mouth.

“Go home, groundskeeper,” he tells you. “Dream of me tonight.” His hand runs through your hair again, his touch soothing. You stand quickly, yanking your knees out of the mud. You stumble back to solid ground and Lachlann stands there, hand still outstretched as though reaching for you. There is love in his eyes but not as you know it. It’s fae love, smothering and voracious.

Lachlann steps back, sinking into the lake with each step. He does not break your gaze until the final moment, when the water reaches his head and swallows him whole. You are left alone beside the shore. You smell of fish bones, lake mud, and death.

[baroquebucky]

idk if you’re taking requests but if you are could i get a loki one shot where the reader is super shy and quiet and the only person at the tower she really talks to is natasha but the others have tried and failed. but eventually loki comes to the tower and he gets her to trust him and she opens up to him?? or something along those lines lol i’m just in desperate need of some loki fluff🥺 also i absolutely adore your writing 🥰💓

a/n: yup yup ! i don’t write for loki much so i hope this isn’t too out of character !!

in which loki manages to break down your walls, magic free

word count: 2k

masterlist

You sat next to Natasha, quiet as the others laughed at the movie. You leaned over making a small comment to Natasha causing her to burst out laughing, the other looking over to see what had happened.

“tell them!” Natasha nudged you and you shook your head, looking at your hands as natasha repeated your comment, everyone bustling out into a fit of laughter.

“y/n is the funniest person here nobody can change my mind” Tony piped up, smiling at you as your face burned.

The rest of the night went smoothly, keeping to yourself and whispering to natasha, making her giggle.

“you really should try talking to the other y/n, they love you” nat urged you, walking to your rooms to settle in for the night. You shook your head, heart racing at the idea.

“no, i mean they seem nice it’s just i don’t know i get so nervous i don’t wanna make a fool out of myself and plus they’re so intimidating” you chuckled, shrugging your shoulders as you stopped at your room.

“you know you’re an avenger too right?” Nat laughed as you rolled your eyes, waving her off and saying goodnight.

Morning rolled around soon enough and you walked out, steve and Sam saying good morning and you smiled at them, rushing to make a bowl fo cereal and sitting a couple seats away from them.

“so y/n what are you gonna do today?” Steve smiled, trying to make conversation with you.

You thought for a bit before answering, “not much, just train maybe uh, i might go shopping with nat later” you replied, ending the conversation and finishing up your food.

You excused yourself before they could say anything else.

“you know thor is brining his brother today” sam called out and you looked at him confused.

“battle of New York one?” You questioned and he nodded, you raised your brows in surprise.

“he’s good now, nice guy i think” steve added, not wanting to worry you. You only nodded your head and left the kitchen, going to train for the rest of the morning.

“is everybody here?” Thor boomed, a smile on his face as his brother stood next to him, arms crossed across his chest.

“where is y/n? Will she be joining us?” Thor questioned, slightly upset you weren’t there.

“I’ll get her she’s probably sleeping or something” Natasha smiled, heading to your room.

She knocked on your door, letting herself in after a couple seconds and found you passed out on your bed, a book next to your head.

Shaking you gently she woke you up, “y/n, wake up thor brought his brother Cmon” she spoke quietly as you stirred awake.

“what? what time is it?” you questioned, yawning and rubbing your eyes, looking around for a bit.

“3:12, you knocked out after our session this morning” she smirked and you rolled your eyes.

“told you i stayed up late” you defended, getting up and putting on some socks.

Natasha was in a t shirt and some sweats, so you figured your t shirt and shorts weren’t too bad. Surely the rest of the team was dressed casually too.

You entered the living room, still half asleep following Natasha, waving hi to everybody.

“now that everyone is here, this is loki, my brother! he’s a good guy now and since we’re gonna be splitting time between here and Asgard i figured a proper introduction was over due” Thor beamed at everyone.

“well hi loki, nice to uh- meet you, again” steve spoke up, trying to get the others to say hi.

“mm a pleasure” loki gave him a tight smile, you rolled your eyes at his tone. You finally looked at him, he was dressed in an all black suit and dress shoes, you scoffed at his outfit.

“you always dress like that?” You spoke up, upset that he had been rude to steve. Everyone’s eyes went wide, turning to face you and loki looked shocked.

“and you are?” Loki shot back, checking you out.

“y/n, and you should be nicer” you quipped, narrowing your eyes at him. Natasha smirked at loki, knowing how sassy you could be after a nap.

“you’ve got a quick wit, i like that” loki smiled and you rolled your eyes, shifting your weight onto your other leg.

As everyone else warmed up loki you stayed an arms length away, only speaking up when someone talked directly to you.

You slowly moved away from the group, turning to sneak away to your room. A smile on your face as you turned around, only to bump into someone’s chest.

“leaving my welcome party so soon, love?” Loki smiled as you stumbled back, eyes widening.

“how- you were just over there?” You gawked, looking back where you saw another loki sitting and chatting with the others.

“magic, did they not tell you about me darling?” He asked, cocking his head to the side.

“no yeah they did, just didn’t pay much mind is all” you smiled, crossing your arms across your chest.

“you know, they didn’t tell me much about you, why’s that?” Loki asked, leaning against the wall and you fiddlers with your fingers.

“don’t really talk to them much, i- uh I’m pretty reserved” you spoke, a wave of realization washing over you as you fully woke up.

“don’t seem that shy to me” he smirked and you shook your head.

“no i was just really tired I’m so sorry I’m usually not like that I’m so sorry oh god” you spoke, fumbling over your words as your face grew hot from embarrassment.

“don’t apologize, i liked it” he smiled, pushing himself off the wall and moving so the oath to your room was no longer blocked.

“cant wait to see you around y/n” he spoke, letting you walk past him, biting your lip to contain your smile.

And you sure did see him around, telling him good morning when he sat himself next to you during breakfast, sparring with him when he suggested it after walking into the gym.

Loki found himself gravitating towards you, wanting to know everything about you, your favorite color, your middle name, your biggest fears. He wanted to know you.

He was persistent, constantly talking to you and spending time with you, he found himself doing things he never thought he would just to spend time with you. It’s how he was in his current predicament.

“okay just don’t smile or else it’ll crack” you replied, finishing brushing the green face mask on him, letting him use one of your head bands, one with pink fluffy bunny ears (he chose it himself).

“how can i not smile when the most beautiful person in all the nine realms is right here” he replied, making you roll your eyes.

You settled into you before, scooting next to him and turning on your favorite show. Both of you watching attentively as your masks dried.

“can i ask you something?” Loki spoke suddenly, you turned to look at him, a small hum signaling to continue.

“why don’t you talk to the others?” He asked softly, taking your hand in his to comfort you.

You let a couple moments pass to gather your thoughts, finally speaking up.

“they’re just really intimidating to me, i mean i grew up admiring steve and the other have saved the world countless times, I’ve helped them once but i didn’t even play that big of a role, it’s just really daunting you know?” He looked at the way your fingers intertwined and held back a smile.

“how come you weren’t scared to talk to me?” you looked at him, laughing softly.

“oh no i was scared shitless, you just wouldn’t leave me alone so i really had no choice” you replied, looking at your hands connected.

“is that how Natasha got close to you?”

You nodded, remembering the way she pestered you until you two became the best of friends, never leaving each other’s side for a whole week.

“well, i hope you know that I’m not going anywhere” he spoke, moving to face you. Reluctantly, you looked at him, tension thick in the air.

“what makes you so sure?” You asked, looking into his eyes.

Both of you leaned in a little, your breath hitched in your throat as you leaned closer, and closer, and-

ding! ding! ding!

Both of you jumped away at the sound of the alarm, clearing your throats and moving to wash the face mask off.

After you had both washed off the mask you headed back to your bed, sitting down with some space between your bodies. The sound of the show filling the room, neither one of you saying anything.

“what do-”

“why do-”

You both quieted at the sound of the others voice, laughing a little as you both stopped. He motioned for you to continue.

“what do you think about me?” You asked, fiddling with your fingers and picking at your nails, glancing at him for a second before focusing back to on your fingers.

“i think” he trailed off, scooting closer to you, “that you are one of the most amazing people I’ve met, that you are kind, funny and exciting” he finished, your thighs touching as you looked up at him.

“really?” you whispered, dizzy from how close the two of you were.

“absolutely.”

“what were you gonna say?” you asked, giving him a small smile before focusing on the tv show.

“why are you so sure that I’m gonna leave?” He questioned, eyes flickering between your lips and your eyes.

“i- well i never open up to people so they always just leave” you replied, furrowing your eyebrows before continuing.

“when i was in high school and such i used to be really outgoing and loud, everyone would tell me to be quiet when i got excited so i just kinda stopped altogether, no one complained much then” you laughed dryly, remembering the way your friends would get annoyed at how bubbly you were.

“they all left me after i stopped being loud, said i was boring.”

Loki felt his heart fall in his chest, he was angry at you past friends, but he was sad that you had changed so much for people who didn’t appreciate you.

“darling, look at me” he spoke softly, eyes meeting yours.

“i promise you that no one here thinks you are too much, i mean we have that falcon guy and spider boy, i can assure you they won’t tell you to tone it down” he reassured you and you shrugged your shoulders.

“how about we make a deal” loki smirked and you looked at him with narrow eyes.

“what kind of deal” you asked, suspicious of what he would propose.

“you try to come out of your shell more, and I’ll be nicer to the rest of the team” he stated simply, smiling at the way you thought about his deal, he could almost see the gears turning in your head.

“deal” you smiled, turning to look at him and extending you hand out.

He took your hand and pulled you to him, stopping you centimeters away from his face.

“may i?” He asked, eyes focused on your lips.

“yeah” you whispered breathlessly, crashing your lips onto his.

You both pulled away, a smile on your faces, you laughed at the way he immediately pulled you in for more.

You and Loki left your room not long after, knowing the team would be out and about despite it being almost 12 am.

“hi guys” steve smiled and you returned it, walking at bit faster before loki stopped you.

“remember our deal?” he whispered and you internally groaned, nodding and walking over to steve, heart pounding in your chest.

“hi Steve how has your day been?” You smiled, steve was taken back but quickly replied, easily falling into conversation with you.

Loki watched from a far, a smile on his face as you laughed, making conversation with the super soldier. Natasha stood next the Norse god, a smile on her face.

“Glad you could get her out of her shell” she smiled, eyes settling on you talking with Steve and Sam who had joined in.

“she just needed an extra push” Loki smiled, excited to see you become who you really were. Natasha felt her heart grow, she couldn’t wait for the team to appreciate you for who you always have been.

[mauvecherie-writes]

Home This Christmas.

PAIRING: Dani [oc] x Michael B Jordan.

SUMMARY: Dani is weary that her fiancé won’t be home in time for Christmas but he makes sure that he’s there.

WARNING: 18+ fluff, sexual content, hormonal pregnant woman.

WORD COUNT: 2.7K

NOTE: micheal is not famous. this is not a request but a personal christmas present for my best friend @beautifullmelodyxx i love you so much!

“No, no, no. baby you promised me that you’d be on your way back and that you’d be in town by now!” Dani exclaimed as she slammed her fist against the steering wheel. Frustration quickly began to take over her body as she pondered on the words of her fiancé.

“I know babe and I’m really sorry but work has gone into overtime and I can’t stop it.”

“Michael Bakari Jordan, you are the CEO and owner of your company. You can delegate your power to your other admin and be on the first plane home.”

“Damn, not the full name.” He mumbled.

“I’m irritated Michael! You promised me that’d you’d be here tonight and I wouldn’t spend christmas eve alone and you’re about to break it.”

“It’s not like I’m doing this on purpose. The client is being a pain to sign the contract and it’s causing everyone especially me. But you know I’m doing my best to speed up the process and come home to you.”

Dani screamed through her closed mouth. Yes, she was throwing a tantrum but it was all within good reason. Michael had not been home for a week and she was missing him terribly. Her pregnancy also made it extremely hard for her to control her hormones thus making her more needy than usual. She wanted Michael by her side and he wasn’t here which effectively added to the bad mood she was already experiencing from having to deal with entitled customers all day.

“You know what, I don’t want to call me unless you’re telling me you’ve landed and you’re coming home. Bye.” Dani did not give him time to respond before she ended the call and tightened grip around the leather of the wheel as tears pinched behind her eyes. She groaned before taking a deep breath and trying to calm her nerves as she pulled into the road that led to her home.

The black iron gates opened to her command after she pressed the fob on her keys. She parked her car and then got out, grabbing her office bags with her. As she stood up straight, the small rounded bottom of her belly was more prominent. At sixteen weeks, it was getting harder to hide her pregnancy as her emotions and cravings would often threaten to tell her secret. Dani and Michael had planned on revealing the news to their family during the swapping of gifts at Christmas tomorrow. However with the news that Michael dropped on her, it was looking like that plan was going to be pushed to the back burner.

Dani opened the front door with a heavy sigh as her shoulders slumped and leaned against the closed door before taking off her shoes and placed them onto the shoe rack by the door. She stalked further into their spacious home and placed her bags onto the couch before continuing her journey into the kitchen. Dani opened cupboards, grabbing her favourite snacks before jogging up the stairs.

She was stuffing her face with chips when she entered the master bedroom with an absent mind.

“Surprise!” A voice broke through the silent air which startled Dani so much, she screamed and dropped everything that was in her arms. With a hand on her chest, she focused on Michael’s figure that was standing in the middle of the bedroom dressed in jeans and a Christmas sweater.

“Fucking hell Michael!” She yelled at him and she rubbed her forehead and closed her eyes as she tried to control the anger that was already festering within her. His muffled laughter rang in her ears as he approached closer to her and wrapped his arms around her. He held her tightly against his chest as he rocked from side to side. He placed kisses on her cheeks and the side of her forehead.

“Hi baby.” He greeted Dani, his voice soft and mellow but she was not having it.

“You’re not funny.” She pushed him away and headed towards the bathroom but she could hear his footsteps behind her. “Don’t follow me, I’m mad at you right now.”

She entered the bathroom and began to run the water in the tub. After she dropped some bath salts and bubble bath soap, Dani stripped out of her clothes and put her locs into her bun on top of her head. She lathered her face in a mask and then finally sunk into the hot water. A soft hum came out of her as the warmth engulfed her.

Her eyes were still closed as she caught onto the scent of her fiancé before hearing the dragging of a stool towards the tub. Dani turned her head to the side and opened her eyes and welcomed the softness of Michael’s eyes.

“When did you get here?” She softly asked.

“A little after lunch. I initially thought about coming to your office and surprising you there but this seemed like a better idea. But now I’m starting to regret it.”

“You should. I was about to cry in the car. I really missed you.” Dani pouted which caused him to smile, showing his dimple.

“I missed you too.” He leaned forward and placed a kiss on her lips. She softly moaned as she held onto his cheek as she deepened the kiss but for a moment before pulling away. “Tantrums and all.” She tried to hide her smile as she rolled her eyes and moved back into her relaxed position.

“Whatever. I’m a pregnant hormonal woman and you’re not doing a very good job of making sure that I’m not stressed.”

His hand was in the water as he caressed her leg.

“What can I do to make you feel better?” The look in his eyes was full of temptation. He was trying to seduce his way out of trouble and Dani felt every fibre of her being wanting to give in but she wanted to make him sweat a little.

“You can start by cooking me something nice and quick.”

“Anything else?”

“I want the fireplace lit with a little set up in front of it.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“If you do all of that, I might forgive you.”

Michael chuckled before capturing her lips once again.

“I‘ll do what I can.” Dani bit onto her lip as he watched him walk away. Her eyes narrowed on his ass and she moaned getting flashbacks of the day before he left for his trip. She remembered digging her manicured nails into the firm, muscled flesh of his ass. Now, her arousal began to rise which caused her to groan softly and close her eyes as the thoughts filled her mind.

She did not stay in the tub for more time than needed and took a quick shower before leaving the bathroom. Dani moisturised her skin and then got dressed in an old large shirt of Michael’s and a pair of red thongs and some warm, fluffy christmas socks. She neatly wrapped her hair and applied her night creams.

When she got downstairs, the scent of the food became stronger. Michael was standing by the counter as he dished the food. He made a quick meal of creamy ham and mushroom linguine with a side of wild green salad.

Dani’s mouth watered at the sight.

“This looks so good baby.” She commented as she sat at a stool by the counter. Michael pushed a plate towards her and poured her a cup of strawberry lemonade.

“Thank you.” He replied with another shared kiss before the couple indulged in their food. They shared stories of their work days — Dani’s being far more interesting as her career as an event planner led her to cross paths with peculiar people.

As it was Christmas, her and her team were organising annual Christmas parties for companies. Dani and her assistant were planning a party for a successful local law firm and they were having a problem with the firm’s representative and it took all of Dani’s customer service training to not blow off her top and refuse to work with her. However Dani’s company had an incredibly clean record with an impeccable reputation. Nothing, especially snotty, little entitled fund babies.

Michael laughed at all of her retelling and watched her with an awestruck look in his eyes. Together for four years and nothing about the way that he felt about her had changed, only intensified. Eating dinner with her before moving to the fireplace as the Grinch played lowly in the background made him appreciate the little things. These were moments that he never wanted to miss and he promised to himself that he never will.

He was leaning against the couch with Dani in between his legs. His hands were around her torso, hands on her belly as he listened to her ramblings about past christmases. As much as he was trying to listen to what she was saying, he couldn’t help but feel drawn to her womb. His seed was growing in there. Their baby was within her and she was bringing life into their world and extending their family.

How could he not be in love with her? Dani trusted him so much that she was willing to give birth and be with him in matrimony. Michael had never experienced a love like this and he was never going to give it up.

“Are you even listening to me?” Dani asked as she shifted her head slightly to look at him.

“No.” She rolled her eyes. “I was thinking about how in love I am with you.”

“Awe baby.” She cooed as she turned in his arms and wrapped her arms around his neck. “I love you so much.” Multiple kisses were placed on his jawline, tickling his skin causing him to laugh before turning his head and capturing her lips into a passionate kiss. Her hands went to tug onto his small afro as the kiss intensified. He laid her down onto the blanket that was beneath them and made sure that he wasn’t applying too much pressure onto her lower abdomen.

His hands were on either side of her head as her legs shifted to being around his waist. He brought his weight down and pressed himself against her flimsily covered core. Dani whimpered into his mouth as her hands moved down his torso and pulled on his sweater. He stood on his knees and pulled it off his body before hovering above her and attaching his lips to her once more.

Her hips bucked upwards so as to build on the friction but Michael held her down by her arms before trailing his lips down her neck, the soft prickles of his beard rubbing against her skin caused her buried arousal to begin to arise once more. As he worked his way down her body, he pushed the shirt further up her body and took one of her nippled into his mouth.

“Fuck.” Dani gasped as she felt his tongue flick her sensitive nipple before sucking on it. Her pregnancy made everything much more sensitive which intensified every little thing. As she took off her shirt and dropped it onto the floor as Michael pushed her thighs apart and chuckled at the festive colour of her damp thongs.

“Did you put these on for me?” He mumbled against her thigh and bit into it as he pulled them down her legs before settling close to her pussy once again.

“I thought that they matched the festive spirit.” Dani replied, giggling as she felt his breath brush against her drenched core. She bit onto her lip as she leaned up onto her elbows and looked down at her fiance. The yellow lights of the Christmas tree illuminated onto his face before he used his tongue to lick clean her weeping nectar.

That’s when he lost himself in between her thighs. Using his skilful tongue, he would lick around her clit, flick it repeatedly before trailing down to her entrance and pushing his tongue in. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as he paid more attention to her clit and began fucking her with his fingers which caused her moan to turn into screams.

She pulled on the blanket s beneath her as her orgasm began to rise.

“Oh baby, I’m going to cum.” Dani gasped as her thighs began to quake. Her orgasm gripped her body as she arched off the floor. He thrusted his fingers faster and faster into her, prolonging her climax for as long as her could before she finally pushed him away.

“Can’t take it baby?” He licked his lips as he took his trousers off and laid down on the floor and pulled her on top of him. Dani positioned herself properly and went in between her leg and wrapped her hands around his cock and stroked him softly. She watched as his chest raised up and down as he throbbed in her hand.

“You get too overzealous, my pussy is too tender for that.” She replied as she raised up and

began to sink down onto his thickness. Dani let out a sweet moan as he stretched her walls. She leaned forward and placed her hands onto his chest as she took deep breaths as Michael pushed deeper into her. He watched as she bit on her lip and her eyes fluttered close as she took all of him.

He groaned as he gripped onto her thighs as she snuggly fit around him. “But you’re not complaining when I’m deep inside of you.”

“Daddy.” Dani gasped as he lifted her hips and brought her back down onto him. The best thing was watching the faces she made as she used him for her pleasure. With every roll of her hips and each breathy moan that left her parted lips, Michael could feel the tug at the bottom of his stomach. When she was so consumed within the throes, Dani never called him by his given name, just Daddy. He loved hearing her call him.

His hand travelled to her breast and pulled on her nipple as he moved his hips to her pace.

“Fuck!” She groaned as she rolled her hips faster and faster, tightening her core around his cock causing him to growl beneath her. Dani opened her eyes and leaned down and took his bottom lip into her mouth as she began to bounce on him.

“You feeling good baby?” He mumbled against her lips as she looked into his eyes as his arms wrapped around her and he planted his feet onto the floor and thrusted harder into her causing her moans to turn into the screams. Her head was slightly above his as she pulled on the blankets. Their bodies moved in sync with each other as they chased their climax. Michael sat up and held onto the back of her neck as he branded her lips with his.

Embracing each other tightly, Dani continued moving her hips as their tongues passionately entangled as their moans blended together.

“Fuck baby, I’m going to cum.” He whispered against her lips.

“Cum in me Daddy, fill me up. Please, please, please.” Dani moaned as her walls clenched around him, eliciting a deep moan as Michael squeezed onto her ass as he held onto her body as he buried his seed deep inside of her. Dani whimpered as she let go of her inhibitions and trembled in his arms.

They held each other as they focused on calming themselves down. Michael laid back down with her still on top of him. Her eyes were closed as she listened to his beating heart. When her eyes opened, she caught sight of the erected Christmas tree.

“Oh god.” Dani groaned with a scoff. “We fucked in front of the Christmas tree like some cliche hallmark movie.”

“It’d be r rated just from your moans alone.” Michael replied as he ran his fingers up and down her back. Dani laughed as she playfully slapped his chest.

“Shut up.” She mumbled before cuddling into his body and closing her eyes as she felt her body relax. Christmas was looking up already...

[montrealmadison]

drink deeply

or, as they say at samwell, “penitus potes.” shitty gives the toast at jack and bitty’s wedding. for @zimbitsweddingofficial and day two of zimbits wedding week: the wedding itself!

just for fun, a draft version of the beginning of this fic with lardo, ransom, and holster’s “helpful” edits can be found via google doc here. hope y’all enjoy! <3

Good evening, everyone! On behalf of Jack and Eric, thank you all so much for being here tonight, and welcome to what could very well be the most highly anticipated wedding reception of 2019. I mean, this party was planned by the likes of Suzanne Bittle and Alicia Zimmermann. We are in for a treat, folks.

Before we get to all that, I’d also like to extend a particular welcome to those in attendance who are part of the playing, coaching, and/or office staff of the Providence Falconers. Glad you could all make it this evening; I know this past week was a little bit busy for you guys.

[Insert appropriate pause and gesture to the punch bowl, which on closer inspection is actually—oh yeah—the Stanley Cup the Falcs won three days ago. Hold for inevitable applause, general hysteria, and/or hooting/hollering from Tater.]

For those of you who don’t know me, I’ve been trying to decide whether I should introduce myself by my first name, which will inevitably get me mocked by my friends until the end of time, or by my nickname, which will definitely scandalize anyone who has not spent a significant amount of time around twenty-year-old guys who play hockey. However, as I look around the room, I’m realizing that most of you probably either raised, spent significant time around, or were once a twenty-year-old guy who played hockey. To the rest of you, I am profoundly sorry.

So, hi! I’m Shitty, and I’m Jack’s best man.

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Being someone’s best man, as I’ve realized over the last few months, should really come with a playbook or an instruction manual or something, because it’s a task unlike any other you’ll ever take on. In addition to being a friend, you have to be a confidant, an expert at bachelor-party debauchery (I think my college resume definitely prepared me for this part) and someone who’s not afraid to step in to make last-minute decisions so the grooms don’t have to. You also have to do all of these things without getting fired from your job or stepping on anyone’s toes, up to and including: the couple getting married, the other people in the wedding party, the grooms’ parents, the wedding planner, and most importantly, Moomaw, whose word is law around here. 

(Seriously. She made the pie tonight, people. Bow down to her.)

But as much as the role can feel a little bit like you’re being thrown in at the deep end, it also definitely comes with its perks. Tonight, I have both the honor and the challenge of somehow summarizing how much I love Jack and Eric in a speech that is heartfelt and witty yet also brief so that we can get to the aforementioned pie as quickly as possible. If you’re still following me here, that is a tall order—but here goes nothing!

I met Jack Zimmermann on our first day of freshman year at Samwell, during the bright, hot summer of 2011. I was participating in the time-honored tradition of moving into a dorm on the third floor of a building with no elevator and no air conditioning in the middle of August. It builds character, or so the good folks in Samwell administration probably tell themselves. Anyway, athletes got to move in early for preseason, so I was expecting to be one of the only guys on the floor for at least a couple days. I was just carrying the last box into my room when the door next to mine opened and—well, you can probably guess who walked out.

Now, I grew up in Boston, which means I also grew up around hockey culture. I’d heard the news that Jack was coming to Samwell, so I knew who he was when he stepped into the hall in that same vague way that you kind of-sort of recognize celebrities hustling down the street or through the airport with their sunglasses on. And he gave me that same vibe—“I know you know who I am, and I’d very much like not to be bothered about it.”

Here is something that will not shock you if you know us: Jack was the first friend I made in college. Here is something that might shock you if you know us: That definitely doesn’t mean we were friends at first. By his own admission, Jack wasn’t at Samwell to make friends at all. He told me, much later, that he was only planning to go to play hockey, get his life back on track, and keep his head down as much as possible.

So in retrospect, maybe it was an unlucky thing for Jack that he ran into the one person who wasn’t going to let him do that.

Because no matter who you are or where you’re from, freshman year of college breeds a unique kind of terror I’ve never felt anywhere else. There’s a lot of pressure to completely remake yourself, to become the person you maybe never could have been in your hometown. By coming to Samwell, I wanted to be a different kind of kid than the one that Andover had raised. Jack wanted to be a different kind of kid than the one he’d spent twenty years telling himself he had to be. As much as neither of us wanted to admit it, we both wanted similar things out of our college experience, and we needed a support system to do that. And so, however begrudging the two of us were about it at first, we started to bond more and more.

It wasn’t always easy. For one thing, my idea of a good time was a lot louder than Jack’s—who enjoyed such scintillating pursuits as “watching golf” and “going to bed at a reasonable hour”, neither of which were quite in my vocabulary at the ripe old age of eighteen. Also, if it’s before six in the morning, he has a hard time remembering to speak English, which used to make for a lot of stilted conversations between the two of us as we walked to early morning practice. (On a completely unrelated note, the first and probably only thing I ever learned in Québécois is how to swear.)

I don’t remember the exact tipping point at which Jack and I really became friends; I think it was more of a quiet acknowledgment that we liked having each other around, that we balanced each other out in ways that neither of us initially knew we needed. What I do know is that, slowly but surely, I started to get glimpses of the Jack that exists off the ice. And so began one of the most extraordinary journeys of my life, because the only thing crazier than knowing Jack Zimmermann is actually knowing Jack.

Here are some things that I’ve learned in the process: He’s on his third pair of neon yellow running shoes, which he buys specifically because the color makes him happy. Before either of us tried Eric’s pies, the only thing that could make him cheat on a meal plan was a sleeve of Double Stuf Oreos. (Don’t ask him how to eat them correctly unless you’re interested in a twenty-minute speech on exactly how they have to be pulled apart.) And he loves Captain America, although it is the opinion of this best man that America’s ass has nothing on his hockey butt. Have you seen that thing? It has Internet fans in at least two different countries. 

But I digress.

In our sophomore year we lived next to each other again, by choice instead of by chance, in what I can only describe as the pinnacle of American college living: the Samwell Men’s Hockey Haus. We used to pull the comforter off of one of our beds and climb out onto the roof and clear off the snow so we could share the blanket, look up at the stars, and listen to the bass thumping through the wall of the house next door. On nights when other things felt confusing, this one part of my life was clear. There’s something about sitting out under the open sky that just makes it easier to talk to a guy, you know? 

Some nights the conversations we had were funny. Some nights they were serious. Some nights we said nothing at all, just sat secure in the knowledge that someone cared enough to exist alongside us for a little while. There was always an unspoken agreement between us on nights like these: I got your back. For me, Jack’s friendship became a rock, a refuge. It’s something that I came to depend on that year and still do to this day.

As for the content of those late-night conversations—well, some things do have to stay between friends. I’m sure Jack will agree, especially because he has so graciously allowed me to get up here and lovingly roast him just a little bit.

So let’s skip ahead again, to yet another August, the start of our junior year, and the arrival on the scene of one Eric Bittle. This kid burst into our ranks like a ray of Southern sunshine and turned pretty much everything upside down in the process. In the first five minutes of being in the Haus, he somehow made us a pie? Folks, I'm not kidding, it was the best thing I’ve ever eaten. We were a bunch of guys who didn’t know what we were missing until we had it, and let me tell you, it was one hell of a semester after that. In pretty short order we had curtains on the windows and baked goods on the counters, and Samwell Men’s Hockey started to become not only a team but a family.

That was off the ice, at least. On it, things were a little more complicated. As our dear friend and former goalie John Johnson said to me, Jack and Eric hadn’t gone through their character development yet—whatever that means. 

Take our third or fourth practice with the full team that year, for example. It had gone… uh. Poorly, would be a word. Later that night I heard some rustling on the roof outside, and God knows I was willing to do just about anything but my homework—so I stuck my head out the window and there was Jack, watching the stars. I asked him if he wanted a buddy, and he said alright, so I slid out and sat down next to him.

That was pretty usual for us at this point. What wasn’t usual was the topic of conversation. The first thing Jack said to me was, “Bittle’s gonna get eaten alive when our schedule starts.” (Remember, people, they’re married now!) The second was, “I want to help.”

Here’s another thing about Jack: Underneath the veneer is a guy who just cares so intensely it’d shock you if you knew nothing else about him. It shocked me a little that day. I think it even shocked him to admit it, to the point where I had to say, “Jack, it’s not a criminal offense to care about other people. Even if it feels like you’re doing it for yourself.”

So he helped. He offered an olive branch, and Bits took him up on it. I’d hear the two of them get up in the morning, hours before the rest of us had to be at Faber, for checking practice. None of the rest of us ever knew exactly what went down, but one thing was for sure—Eric put in a ton of work to overcome some of the fears that had followed him to college. He got better, and Jack relaxed. The two of them really started working as a team, and things started looking up from there.

The day that they told us they were dating was pretty amazing. Eric is so full of light no matter how bleak a situation may look, but that day he was literally almost glowing. And I’ve seen Jack in moments after victory and loss, at his best and at his worst. But I’ve never seen a Jack who was so happy, possessed of such confidence in a decision he’d made, as I saw him that day at brunch. And that’s when I knew this relationship was really special. 

From there, many of you know the story. You watched it play out on ESPN and social media and the front pages of every single gossip magazine on the supermarket shelves. But if you’re sitting here with us tonight, you also watched it play out between Jack and Eric themselves. You’ve watched them handle expectations as a united front. You’ve watched their unfailing dedication to each other while they navigate the pressure of being some pretty big firsts. You know that, behind the scenes, these are two incredibly genuine people who  bring out the best in each other and are dedicated to doing that every single day.

In the last four years, I’ve watched Eric become self-possessed and confident because he was given the space to do so. In the last six years, I’ve watched Jack grow from a kid with a chip on his shoulder and something to prove to a guy who finally believes that he deserves all the good things the world has given him and then some. If you take nothing else away from this speech, I want you to know this: I’m incredibly proud to call myself a friend to both of them.

Jack, Bits, you’re always gonna be my brothers, my best friends, and two of the finest damn men I’ve ever had the pleasure to know. I wish you both a long and happy marriage. Take care of each other, be good to each other, and never forget where you started—as a team.

So please join me in raising your glasses, everyone, and as they say at Samwell—penitus potes to Jack and Eric!

[slyttherins]

Quidditch camp | Fred Weasley x Reader

Summary: You and Fred attend quidditch camp like every summer, but, this year, there's been a mistake in the cabin and rooming situations. In other words, they're short of bed and you and Fred will have to share.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader

Word count: 2584

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''What are you doing here?'' you asked, walking into your cabin and seeing Fred Weasley laughing with his twin as they unpacked.

At the sound of your voice, both twins turned, equally surprised to see you. ''What are you doing here?'' Fred repeated. ''This is a boys cabin.''

''It can't be. I've been assigned to this cabin and, clearly, I'm not a boy,'' you said.

''Well, we're four boys in here already. If anyone's mistaken, it's you.''

''Here, see for yourself if you don't believe me.'' You handed him your letter with your cabin number and other infos, proving that you were right.

A frown formed on Fred's face as he read, equally confused. ''I don't care what it says, you're not staying here. We don't have any beds left anyways.''

He gave George the letter and went back to his unpacking, taking his clothes and putting them in the small chest next to his bed. George scanned the letter, again, but then a glint of amusement formed on his face.

''What's funny?'' you asked.

''Have you seen the bed number?''

You snatched the letter from George to see what he was so amused about. Bed number three, you read. So far, nothing worth laughing about. It was just a number. You looked around the cabin for the bed numbers. The first one was Roger Davies'. You knew that because of the eagle badge on the sports bag at the end of the bed. The next one was George's and the next one, the number three, was Fred's.

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When the two of you confronted Madam Hooch about the issue, she apologized for the mistake, but there was sadly nothing she could do as there weren't any more beds available, meaning you'll have to share a cabin and bed for the rest of camp season.

You insisted that boys and girls could not share cabins as written in the camp rules, but Madam Hooch told you to quit complaining and share the damn cabin. She hadn't said it in those words, but it's what she meant.

''Can't I share a bed with someone else in another cabin?'' you asked, thinking about Angelina or even Katie. Sharing a bed sucked - especially the small ones at quidditch camp -, but you were willing to do anything to not share one with Fred Weasley.

''If you can find an understanding, I don't see why it would be a problem, but if not, you and Mr. Weasley will have to share.''

You glared at each other and went off to the annual welcome campfire.

Once there, you explained the situation to your girl friends and tried to convince them to share their bed with you, but they all said no - even Angelina who you considered your best friend at camp. She found the situation quite funny actually given you and Fred had been rivals at quidditch camp for the past two years.

Around midnight, most people had gone to bed already, but you, Angelina and Katie had stayed around the fire, eating marshmallows and catching up. Katie stood and yawned, feeling the weight of the day hitting her. She bid you good night and walked to her cabin - Angelina right behind.

You took the dirt path leading to your cabin. When you got there, Fred was outside, drinking what looked to be a beer. He must've snuck it on the campsite.

''Oi, Y/L/N,'' he called, seeing you. ''Got anywhere to sleep tonight?''

''You think you're being funny, do you?''

''I was just asking.'' Fred took a sip of his beer. ''I'm not gonna kick you out of the cabin and make you sleep outside. I'm not an asshole. You can stay if you want.''

''It's not like I have a choice.''

The two of you went inside shortly after. George and the other boys were already asleep, so you had to be quiet as you moved around the cabin. Fred went to his bed area and started taking things out of his chest and back to his bag. You took advantage of having the tall boy's back to you to change out of your day clothes and into your pajamas.

''Thanks for giving me your bed. I'll apologize to George tomorrow,'' you said in hushed whispers as you put your dirty clothes on top of your bag, leaving them to deal with tomorrow.

Fred looked over his shoulder. ''Who said I was gonna share with George?''

''I assumed that because he's your brother-''

''That I would share with him and give you my bed?'' The redhead scoffed. ''Hell no. Need I remind you that you're the one who mistakenly got put in our cabin, not me. Why should I give my bed to you?''

''Because you're a guy and that what gentlemen do.''

''Who said I was a gentleman?'' He peeled off his tee shirt and tossed it somewhere before sitting on the bed. His hair were tousled from the friction of his shirt's collar when he took it off. You tore your eyes away. ''Look, this doesn't enchant me either, but I'm willing to share the bed with you. If this doesn't satisfy you, there's always the floor.''

Giving in, you sighed and joined him on the bed. ''You better keep to your side of the bed, Weasley. If I feel any parts of your body touching me during my sleep, I'll push you off the bed.''

''And you better not snore, or I'll push you off the bed.'' He got under the covers first, lifting it up for you to get in too. ''Little warning, I get sweaty on hot summer nights.''

You grimaced. Charming.

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The next morning, right after breakfast, the teams were made.

As always, the campers will be divided into four teams; red for the Phoenixes, purple for the Hipogriffs, blue for the Pixies and yellow for the Snidgets. To minimize time and significant - and unfair - strength imbalance among the teams, each campers will be called to retrieve a piece of paper from Madam Hooch's hat and the color of the latter will determine which team they'll be on for the length of camp.

You ran and hugged Katie when you pulled out the purple square, making it in the same team for the first time.

Your excitement was interrupted when Fred walked by. ''Looks like we're gonna be on the same team,'' Fred said, holding up his purple square.

''Unfortunately,'' you replied, forcing a smile.

You hated to admit it, but Fred was one of the best Beater of the camp. Having him in your team will definitely be an advantage - even if he annoyed the hell out of you. It'll be even better if George made it too.

''Hit me with a bludger once and I'll force the golden snitch I'll catch down your throat,'' you threatened.

A smirk curled on Fred's lips. ''We'll see if you can catch it first.''

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One week into sharing the cabin with the boys and you were already looking forward to going home in three weeks.

Sometimes, at night, Fred's long legs would spill on your side of the bed, but you let that one slide as it wasn't his fault that the beds weren't built for his height.

He was the messiest person you knew. Dirty clothes, shoes, wrappers; he never cleaned after himself. He also never locked the cabin when leaving, which caused a hairy spider to get inside while you were at quidditch training. He and George had a lot of fun trying to catch it.

You didn't mind George, you got along well together. You and him even went outside to talk when you couldn't find sleep one night. He was nice to you - and quite funny. Same with Davies. Oliver...well, he was a little too nit-picky and didn't like sharing his cabin with a girl. As he had said, your presence kept him from freely talking with the boys. In response, you had rolled your eyes at him.

This afternoon, when you returned from lunch, Fred had left his wet towel on the bed - on your pillow - after his shower which was disgusting. That thing had touched his dick!

''Ugh, I hate him!'' you said as you joined Angelina and Katie on the grass, relaxing between girls.

''Who?'' asked Katie.

''Weasley.''

''What has he done, again?''

You told them about the wet towel and Katie shook her head. ''I think he's doing it on purpose to spite you.''

''Well, it's working.'' You pushed your sunglasses higher on your nose and took a sip of your lemonade.

''I think he's cute.''

Your jaw dropped and your turned to your friend, feeling betrayed. ''Angelina! I thought you were on my side...''

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For some unknown reason, your alarm hadn't gone off at the time you had programmed it to and now you were rushing through your cabin to get ready. You hurriedly changed out of your pajamas and slipped on your shorts, thankful that none of the boys were there so you didn't have to run to the bathrooms - which were at the other end of the campsite - to change.

You were in your running shorts and sports bra, looking for a hair tie, when the door of the capin opened and Fred walked.

''Can't you bloody knock?'' you screeched. ''I could've been naked!''

This was why you didn't want to share a cabin with boys. Boys don't care if one of their mates walk in on them while they're changing - or naked. To you, it would be mortifying.

''But you weren't,'' Fred retorted, going to his bed and flopping down on it.

''But I could have!''

He ignored you and grabbed a quidditch magazine from his bag and started flipping the pages, which infuriated you more.

Deciding it wasn't worth putting up a fight, you gave up and grabbed your team shirt and slipped it on quickly, already late to meet Angelina for a run around the lake. She was a patient person, but you still felt bad for making her wait.

You reached for your shoes and bent down to tie them when Fred spoke. ''Is that my shirt?'' he asked, raising an eyebrow and looking over his magazine.

''Erm, no?'' You continued tying your laces.

''It is,'' he insisted, a smug look on his lips.

''Is not! We are on the same team, in case you don't remember. Our shirts are the same color.''

''But that one says Weasley on the back.''

You stood and went to look in the mirror by the door and fought the envy to scream when you saw the back of the shirt. It was indeed Fred's shirt. You must've taken it by mistake in your hurry.

''Don't swell your head, we all have the same team shirt.''

You headed to the door when Fred stopped you.

''Where are you going?''

''Running with Angelina.''

''With my shirt? I have training in half an hour. I'm gonna need it.''

As much as you didn't want to leave with Fred's shirt, you didn't have time to change. ''Wear mine.''

''Hell no! Get back here, Y/L/N!'' he called after you, jumping up from the bed.

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You lost the match against the Pixies and, unsurprisingly, it was Fred's fault.

''You should get your vision checked. I think you need glasses,'' you told him when the match finished, stomping up to him with your broom in hand and an angry look on your face.

''My vision is excellent, I'll have you know.''

''The bludger passed two inches from my face! You could've knocked me out and injured me severely if it had hit me.''

The beater rolled his eyes. ''It wasn't that close,'' he protested.

''If you hadn't aimed it at me, I would've caught the golden snitch before Diggory.''

''What's the screaming match about?'' George asked, coming up to you two, playing referee. He looked at you and then his brother.

''Fred made us lose the match.''

''Rubbish!''

''Why don't you two do everyone a favor and go relieve some sexual tension to blow off some steam? It seems like you need it,'' said McLaggen, passing by you.

You shot a look at your team's keeper. Sexual tension? Between you and Fred? What was McLaggen on about?

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Later that week, you returned to your cabin after an intense training with your fellow seekers, eager to take a shower and wash the sweat off your body. Supper was in an hour, which gave you enough time. The door was locked when you arrived, meaning no one was there. Perfect. Oliver won't complain about you taking all the hot water.

You grabbed your towel and shower stuff from your bag and headed to the bathroom, but just as you were about to grab the handle, the door opened and Fred came out in a towel, wet hair dripping on his shoulders, fresh out of the shower.

A smirk formed on his face when seeing you. ''Did you try to surprise me in the shower, Y/L/N?''

You scoffed. As if. ''In your dreams, Weasley,'' you spat back.

You had to admit that he had a nice body. His pale skin had freckles all over and his shoulders were broad. Your eyes descended to his chiseled chest and stomach, the soft bumps of his muscles calling at you to touch them.

What were you doing?

You snapped out of your staring, which, of course, Fred had noticed. ''Like what you see?''

You ignored him. ''Move. I need to shower.''

''Unless you like cold showers, you might want to wait a bit. The hot water is empty,'' he said, walking past you.

''Are you kidding me? Supper is in an hour. How can you be so selfish?''

He did a quick stunt of slipping his boxers on from under his towel, and then removed the towel, no longer needing it.

''You better not put that towel on my pillow, Weasley,'' you warned, having enough of his stupid shit for today.

''You'd rather I throw it at you?'' he asked.

Before you could react, he threw the towel your way, hitting you in the chest. At least, it wasn't your face. You would've screamed if he had.

''You're gonna pay for that,'' you said, taking the towel and walking in quick strides across the cabin to swat at his chest with it.

Fred laughed as you hit him, amused by it all. After a few playful hits, he caught your wrist in one hand and the towel in the other, stopping your assault. The motion had caught you off guard, making you go still. You darted your eyes down to the hand of your quidditch rival around your wrist, his long and slim, but strong, fingers easily holding you back. Slowly, you raised your eyes up to meet his, only to find the redhead staring right back at you.

Then, Fred closed the space between you and pressed his lips to yours. Stunned by his action, you grabbed his shoulders, about to push him away, but right before you did, you changed your mind and kissed him back. You heard the towel drop, but couldn't care less where it landed as Fred was kissing you deeper.