#Gonna post some of the teams tomorrow or tonight

[thing-of-all-time]

TOTAL DRAMA: Race Around The World!

15 teams, 2 hosts,a one million dollar prize and only one winner! Total Drama: Race Around The World is a multifandom crossover featuring many of your fav characters! they'll all have to compete against each other in a ridonculous style race to become the winner of 1 million dollars, and fame that'll be gone in 15 minutes!

(plus magazine cover)

[xxplastic-cubexx]

every morning 4am this is what i see when i wake

[joeybsversion]

Trouble

Joe Burrow x Reader

Your friends and family aren’t fond of Joe

“Seriously, he’s trouble. I can’t believe you’re going out with him.” Your friend scoffed, turning off the end of the Bengals game.

“He’s not trouble!” You defend him. “Really, he’s a nice guy!”

“Oh really? Is that why you’ve refused to tell your parents you’re dating him?”

“They’re just not big Bengal fans. It has nothing to do with Joe.” You lied as your friend rolled her eyes.

You had been secretly dating Joe Burrow, the Cincinnati Bengals Quarterback for 7 months now. It’s true, most people weren’t fond of Joe. He comes across as cocky, rude, and privileged. Plus his current bad boy edit doesn’t help much. Joe had recently gotten himself into trouble. He’s found a love for partying, blowing his money, and being reckless. All causing excess fame and a negative spotlight, something you wanted to avoid.

“Are you sure it has nothing to do with the fact that he got suspended from games for legal trouble? Or has shown up to practice violently hungover?”

“How’d you hear about that?” You questioned.

She laughed, “It’s all over the news. He’s gonna get himself into some real trouble and not have a career here soon.”

“He’s working on turning things around. Really. I swear.” You do your best to defend him again. You seem to be doing that a lot lately. “Plus we’ve only been seeing each other for a few months. I’m just having fun.”

“I know, and I’m happy for you. I just don’t want to see you get hurt.” She reaches out and takes your hand. “But I know none of that is going to change your mind, so go have fun tonight.”

“I love you. If my mom asks, I’m here!” You remind her and head out the door, “Your pizza should be here soon and I logged into my Netflix account!” You figured if your friend has to spend the night posted up in her room to cover for you, you might as well take care of her.

You hopped into your car and headed over to Joes house, he was throwing a party after the game. Joe’s parties were always fun, usually a little wild, and typically ended with the police kicking people out and shutting things down. As much as Joe was trying to work past his bad boy edit, he couldn’t help it. He’s young and having fun.

The loud music from Joe’s house is rattling your car as you pull into his driveway. He’s outside on the porch with some teammates smoking a cigar.

As you walk through his thick cloud of smoke and clear the air in front of your face with your hand, Joe pulls you into a hug.

“There’s my baby.” His words slurred, you’re unsure if it’s from alcohol or the thick cigar pressed between his lips.

“Hi, Joey.” You wrap your arms around his waste and snuggle into his chest. “Good game, congrats on the win.”

He pulls the cigar from his mouth, “I want you to come to the next one.” He smiles.

“Me? At the game? Isn’t it in a different state?” You question, suddenly nervous. You and Joe had been casually dating, nothing was public yet.

“The next home game.” He laughs, blowing a thick cloud of smoke over your head. “2 weeks.”

“I’ll think about it.” You try and reassure him.

“Think about it?” He asks offended.

“Well, yeah..I don’t… I’m not sure…” you feel his arms drop from around you. “I’m not sure I’m ready to go public yet.” You nervously tell him.

“It’s a football game. Not a red carpet.” He says annoyed.

“I know but…”

He cuts you off “It’s fine. Don’t come.”

“Joe I want to!” You reassure him.

“Seems like it.” He scoffs before heading inside, you following close behind.

“Joe I do! Really, there’s nothing I’d love more! I just still haven’t told many people about us, and you know, you haven’t had the best press lately and I don’t want to mess that up anymore for you and I just worry that-“

He presses the cigar to your mouth “take this.” He laughs cutting you off. “I’m sorry about the press. I’m working on it. Tomorrow I have a fun event at the elementary school. Next week, the high school. And the whole team is volunteering at the blood drive. Nothing but positive press up until the game.”

“Wow, what’s next? Taking a shift at the old folks home? Serving in the soup kitchen?” You tease.

He rolls his eyes, “So are you coming to the game or not?”

“I guess you better find me a Burrow jersey, because I’ll be there.” You smile.

The rest of the night is a blur. Lots of drinks, lots of dancing, too many sweaty bodies, and even louder music. You wake up the next morning tangled up in bed with Joe. His heavy arm around your waste and soft breathing on the backside of your neck. You slowly loosen his grip and start to make your way out of bed.

“Where do you think you’re going?” He grumbles, barely audible.

“Home.” You slip your shoes on. “And you need to get up too. Your elementary school meet and greet starts in 45 minutes.” You sit down on the side of the bed again. “I don’t think the elementary school principal appreciates his guest of honor showing up smelling like a mini bar.”

“You’re probably right.” He slowly starts to sit up. “I’ll reserve some spots for you for the game.” He says. “Any request on where you want to sit?”

All the nerves come back. “Doesn’t matter.” You smile at him, wishing you could avoid the game all together. It’s not that you were ashamed to be with him, you were just anxious about what people, especially your parents will say. “I’m gonna get out of here.” You quickly excuse yourself, not sure if the sudden butterflies in your stomach are from drinking too much, or the next home game.

You call your best friend on your way and tell her all about the game.

“You’re gonna have to tell your parents.”

“I can’t! They will freak if they find out I’ve been dating him!”

“So are you going to keep your relationship a secret forever?”

“I don’t know I haven’t thought that far ahead.”

“Well scratch that thought, it’s not a secret anymore.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Check your phone.”

As you pull in your parents drive way, you pull out your phone to see a news article your friend sent you, a picture of you and Joe is on the front page. “Where did you find this?” You panicked.

“I was just checking E! News. It looks like every major magazine is covering it now!”

“You’ve got to be kidding me!” You sigh, “I have to tell them now. I’ve got to go, but I’ll call you later. I’ll probably need some support.”

“Good luck!” She says and ends the call.

“You’re WHAT?” You dad hollers, slamming down the news paper he was reading.

“Dad, he’s a nice guy. Really I -“

“No. The little romance you guys having going on is over. I can’t believe this. You’re such a good girl, why would you want to be with someone like him?”

“He’s nothing like what the press makes him out to be. He’s actually really kind, and supportive, and is volunteering a lot for the community.”

“I don’t care if he’s the president. You are not being seen with someone like him.”

“About that..”

“What?”

“Well the news got pictures of me at his house last night and leaked a story.” You hide your face in your hands.

“At his house?” Your mom questions. “So you’ve been lying to us? Clearly he’s a bad influence to be hanging around.”

“I lied because I knew you would react like this. You’re not even giving him a chance.”

“I’ve never seen you defend someone like this. What is going on?”

“I’m…”

Your dad crosses his arms across his chest “I’m in love with him. And I’m going to be with him and support him no matter how you feel. You don’t know him like I do.”

“I’ve never seen you fight for someone like this.”

“Because, I love him.”

Your dad sighs, “I don’t know if I like the sound of that. But I’m willing to give him a chance. Why don’t you invite him over.”

“Really?!”

“Like I said,” he pauses, “I’m not crazy about him, but I can tell that you, and for that reason, I want to get to know him.”

A few hours later, Joe shows up on your front porch and confidently knocks on the front door.

“Hi Joey.” You greet him with a smile and hug. “You look great… did you iron your shirt?” You tease him, brushing a hand across his perfectly pressed shirt.

“Steamed it actually.” He smiles, “I wanted to make a good impression.” He nervously takes your hand and follows you into the house.

“Mom, Dad, this is Joe.” You awkwardly present him to your parents.

He politely shakes their hands and takes a seat at the table next to you.

You feel his hand find its way to your thigh, his palms are sweaty, and his fingers are nervously tapping across your leg. You reassuringly take his hand into yours and lightly rub across the top and share a confident smile.

At the end of dinner, you and Joe excuse yourselves and you walk him to the porch.

“They loved you.” You kiss him.

“I’m so relieved.”

“My dad even wants to go to the game with me!”

He laughs, “I’ll get extra tickets.”

Relieved that your parents were pleased with Joe, you walked him out, he kissed you goodnight, and you sent him on his way home.

It’s official and the world knows, you’re in love with Joe Burrow.

[kitashousewife]

“m’gettin sick,” osamu sniffles from his cocoon on the couch. ever since he got home he’s been quiet and sleepy, cuddling up with a blanket despite being hot to the touch.

one thing you’ve learned about osamu, is that he is never sick. ma always joked about how despite every illness that passed through the twins’ schools, teams, or even work; osamu made it out perfectly healthy. you’ve found this to be true. even when you’ve been at your worst, osamu’s immune system has never faltered.

“i can’t be sick,” osamu’s mumbled voice is stuffier than normal, and his nose is a rosy pink. “i got work in the mornin’.”

“not like this, you don’t,” you pour some water from the kettle into his cup and dip the tea bag inside. he waves you off.

“what? just close shop for a day? i can’t do that,” he snatches a few kleenex from the box on the counter, turning around when you raise an eyebrow at him.

“you can actually, and you should.” you slide the tea over to him before heading towards your shared bathroom. “just post something tonight to give everyone a heads up.”

osamu shuffles behind you, tea in one large palm with tufts of kleenex in the other. he huffs when he feels hot once again, flinging off his sweat shirt as quick as he can.

“but kita-“

“kita can deliver to our house, baby. we can bring the rice over a different day.”

you fold your arms and stand by the bath as it fills. osamu copies you, leaning against the doorframe with a pout.

despite being sick as a dog, he won’t go down without a fight. out of principle, of course.

“what about the special i was gonna run?”

“you can do it next week,” you test the water with your palm before adding some epsom salt in.

“what will the regulars do when they head to the store?” osamu puts his palms up dramatically and snorts when you roll your eyes.

“im heading into town tomorrow, i can put a sign in the door. trust me ‘samu, i think they will appreciate you being closed. who wants to eat onigiri from someone with a runny nose?”

he doesn’t say anything. for a minute, you think he’s finally rested his case. after he slips in the bath and lets out a comfortable sigh, he decides to put one last ditch effort in.

“produce gets delivered tomorrow! i have to be there for that!” he’s comically large in the small tub the two of you share, knees folded up as he tries to sink in. you shake your head and he groans.

“fine, fine. okay. i’ll close tomorrow. ya happy?”

“thrilled,” you place a towel next to the tub and sit down. “you need to rest, samu. the shop will be there when you’re better, i promise.”

he pouts again, but this time it’s genuine.

“but i’m never sick,” he splashes water on accident when he leans his head back against the wall. “i take good care of myself! i take my vitamins, drink lots of water, get good sleep,”

your lips tug into a smile.

“and that will help you beat whatever you have even faster. but for now, let’s take it slow okay? get plenty of sleep, heal your body, and stay home.”

osamu nods, and let’s his eyes close. he soaks for a few minutes, relishing in the relief his achey joints feel for the first time all day. while he gets ready for bed, he can’t help but feel his heart swell as he watches you grab extra blankets for his side, knowing he will probably be chilly tonight.

“i’m probably gonna sore with all this shit in my nose,” he sinks under the covers, propping his head up on the extra pillows you set up for him.

“you snore anyway,”

“do not! ya liar,” he smacks your bum when you snuggle up next to him. “don’t touch me, i’ll get ya sick. i’m real contagious,”

you place a big kiss on his forehead before getting back to your original spot.

“i’ll take my chances,” you listed to osamu’s steady heart while he falls asleep. osamu is always taking care of you, grabbing your favorite things from the shop because he’s thinking of you. carrying you when your feet hurt from the heels he told you not to wear, bringing you glasses of water because he knows you aren’t drinking enough, and never asks for anything in return.

“i love ya,” osamu whispers, half asleep and hums when you squeeze him closer.

“i love you too, samu. sleep well.”

[kathlare]

call it what you want

Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: Amelie’s 23rd birthday was a whirlwind of emotions. After an exhilarating performance on her tour in Toronto, she celebrated with her team, but the night felt bittersweet, far from her family and the person she truly wanted to be with. Just when she was starting to settle into the evening, a surprise awaited her.

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Warnings: fluff, smau

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September 25th, 2024 - Toronto, Canada

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landonorris: Happy 23rd to my sunshine ☀️🎉 I’m not saying you get hotter every year… but it’s getting a little out of hand. 🔥 So lucky to have you as my partner, my best friend, and the one who can make me smile even when I’m acting all serious. You make life way more fun, and I can’t wait for more adventures with you. ❤️ But seriously, I’ll take this as my birthday present—getting to call you mine. 😏

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fanofamelie: Awww, Lando really knows how to make us all cry with this post. 😭💛 Happy birthday to the girl who stole our hearts! 🔥

ameliedayman: @landonorris Awwww, you’re gonna make me cry! Thank you, my love 😘❤️

maxfewtrell: The way Lando’s got the most romantic captions for Amelie, like we didn’t know he was that soft 🥲😂 → landonorris: @maxfewtrell Don’t act like you don’t have your soft moments too, mate 😏

callumdayman: She’s lucky? Nah, mate, YOU'RE the lucky one to have my sister! 😏 → landonorris: @callumdayman You’re not wrong, Callum. Got a keeper here! 😅

lilyzneimer: Amelie, you’re getting more stunning by the year! Can’t wait to see you 😍 → ameliedayman: @lilyzneimer Thanks, Lily! You're always the best at hyping me up ❤️

fanoflandonorris: Lando’s basically telling us all Amelie’s his forever with this post 😂💘

carlossainz55: OK, Lando, we get it, you’re obsessed 😂 But seriously, Amelie, happy birthday! → ameliedayman: @carlossainz55 Thank you! And Lando? Obsessed? Nah 😏

oscarpiastri: Lando’s captions got me second-guessing my own relationship game 😬 → landonorris: @oscarpiastri Nah, don’t worry, mate—yours is just as good! 😜

schecoperez: Man, you’re showing off your soft side, huh? 🥲 → landonorris: @schecoperez Gotta let the world know how much she means to me, bro 😎

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Amelie stood backstage, the vibrant lights of the concert hall still dancing in her mind. Her band and dancers were all smiles, catching their breath after an unforgettable show. The audience’s energy was infectious, and the adrenaline from the performance still buzzed through her veins. She had just turned 23, but the day had felt strangely ordinary in the chaos of the tour—until now.

She wiped the sweat from her forehead, flashing her team a tired but genuine smile. —Great show, guys. Let’s get ready to hit the road again tomorrow. But tonight…— Her voice trailed off, as the reality of her birthday seemed to hit her. She was in Toronto, away from her family, and she knew Lando was likely in Singapore.

Her phone buzzed in her pocket, and she pulled it out, expecting to see a message from her mom or one of her siblings. Instead, it was a simple text from Lando.

Lan🧡: I’m so proud of you, Ames. Happy birthday. Hope you’re enjoying yourself. You deserve it. Can’t wait to see you soon. 💛

She put her phone down on the counter in her dressing room, distracted, trying to shake the thoughts away.

Just then, her tour manager, Nadine, knocked and poked her head in.

—Hey, birthday girl. Your team's waiting to head out. I think you deserve a proper celebration tonight. You up for it?—

Amelie nodded, offering a small smile.

—Yeah, sure. Let’s just grab some dinner, and then I’ll crash.—

Nadine raised an eyebrow. —Are you sure? Because I’ve heard rumors of an amazing place nearby. The band and dancers are all excited to go. Let’s make tonight memorable. You deserve it.—

With a sigh, Amelie relented. She wasn’t going to fight it—she was surrounded by people who cared for her, and it would be nice to get out for a bit.

As they walked into the chic, dimly lit restaurant, Amelie felt the warmth of her crew's energy surrounding her. The chatter, the clinking of glasses, and the soothing music created an atmosphere she could get lost in. She was wearing a stunning yellow dress, one that hugged her figure and shimmered in the ambient light. Her hair was styled loosely, waves cascading down her shoulders. The color of the dress seemed to match the brightness of her smile, but inside, she still felt a bit of that quiet ache.

The restaurant was buzzing with laughter and conversation as Amelie walked in, her heels clicking softly on the marble floor. The team had already found their seats at a large round table, all of them raising their glasses in a toast as she approached.

—To the birthday girl!— Nadine called out, a glass of wine in hand.

—To Amelie!— the band and dancers chimed in unison, their smiles wide and genuine.

Amelie couldn’t help but laugh, her heart swelling with warmth. She had spent countless hours on stage and in rehearsals with this group of people, and despite being away from her family, they made her feel at home. She returned their cheers, feeling the love in every clink of the glass.

As the night went on, Amelie found herself laughing more than she had in days. The food was amazing, the company even better, and the tension that had built up from the long tour seemed to melt away with each passing moment. Her dress sparkled under the dim lights, and every compliment she received made her feel like she was glowing.

But just as she was starting to forget the quiet ache she’d been carrying inside all night, something unexpected happened.

A voice—a familiar one—sounded behind her.

—Fuck, you look absolutely stunning.—

Amelie froze. The voice was so unmistakable, it sent a wave of shock and excitement rushing through her. She turned around slowly, her heart racing, and there he was. Lando.

Her breath hitched in her throat. He was standing there, his signature grin on his face, his eyes sparkling with that mischievous gleam that always made her heart skip a beat.

He took a step closer, his smile softening as he saw the tears welling up in her eyes.

—You’re here,— Amelie whispered, her voice trembling slightly. Her chest tightened as emotions she hadn’t realized she’d been holding back suddenly broke free.

—Of course, I’m here. It’s your birthday, Ames,— Lando said, his tone light, though his eyes softened with tenderness. He opened his arms, and before she could even process what was happening, Amelie found herself in his embrace.

—Don’t cry,— he whispered against her hair, his voice a soothing balm to the ache in her heart. —You know I can’t handle it when you cry.—

Amelie pulled back slightly, just enough to look at him. Her eyes were glistening, her cheeks flushed from the tears, but her smile was as bright as ever.

—You’re such an idiot,— she said, laughing through the tears. —I can’t believe you’re here.—

Lando chuckled, brushing a stray tear from her cheek. —Well, I had to come. How could I let you celebrate without me?—

Her team watched the exchange with smiles, some of them pulling out their phones to capture the moment. It felt almost surreal, like a dream she didn’t want to wake up from.

—Alright, alright,— Lando continued, pulling back and taking her by the shoulders. —Turn around. Let me just say—shit, you look hot in that dress.—

Amelie laughed softly, her face flushing at the compliment. —You’ve always had a way with words,— she teased, twirling a little for him, the yellow dress swirling around her legs. The soft fabric shimmered under the dim lights, and for a second, it felt like they were the only two people in the room.

Lando gave her a mock skeptical look, raising an eyebrow. —You know,— he said, taking her hand and pulling her closer again, his tone low and playful, —I’d say something more, but I’m trying to be a gentleman tonight.—

Amelie raised an eyebrow in return, giving him a cheeky grin. —You know,— she replied, her voice dropping to match his playful tone, —you can take that dress off me later, if you want.—

Lando’s eyes widened just slightly, his grin growing even wider. —You’re killing me, Ames.— He leaned down to kiss her forehead, his lips lingering for a moment as if to reassure her that all of this—the surprise, the warmth, the laughter—was real.

As the night continued, Lando and Amelie shared lighthearted conversations with her band and dancers, but there was an undeniable chemistry between them that no one could ignore. He was right there beside her, effortlessly fitting in with her crew, making jokes and laughing, but all the while, his attention remained on her.

The evening flowed effortlessly, the conversations at the table a perfect mix of humor and love. Every time Amelie laughed, Lando couldn’t help but smile. He was still marveling at how stunning she looked in that yellow dress, how vibrant and radiant her energy was. Even through the playful banter, there was a soft, undeniable connection between them—a chemistry that neither of them could deny.

As the dinner progressed, Lando stayed close, his knee brushing hers under the table every so often, sending shivers up her spine. He’d whisper flirtatious comments in her ear when no one was looking, his voice low and teasing, making her heart race.

—You know, I’m really enjoying the view tonight,— Lando murmured, his breath warm against her neck. —But I think I might like to see you out of that dress. Just a little more... private, you know?—

Amelie’s breath hitched, her eyes flicking to his with a mischievous spark. She turned her face toward him, their lips just inches apart. —Keep it up, and I might just make you wait a little longer,— she teased, her fingers lightly grazing the back of his hand.

Lando’s grin widened, but he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her neck as he whispered, —I think I can handle waiting a little longer. But just so you know, I’m not good at it.—

The night carried on with a playful energy that only seemed to intensify the closer Lando and Amelie got. Despite the teasing, the flirty exchanges, and the lingering touches under the table, there was an undeniable sweetness in the way they interacted. The night was a perfect blend of fun, celebration, and the kind of intimacy that came from knowing each other so deeply.

As the evening drew to a close, the group made their way back to the hotel. Lando stayed close to Amelie, his hand brushing against hers, his playful smirk never far from his lips. She felt lighter than she had all day, her heart swelling not just from the fun of the night but from the fact that he had come all this way just to be with her on her birthday.

The hotel suite was quiet, save for the soft hum of the city outside. Amelie and Lando stepped inside, their laughter still echoing from their shared moments at the restaurant. Her band and dancers had gone to their rooms, leaving her and Lando alone. The weight of the night, the surprise, the emotions that had stirred inside her, all felt overwhelming, and she was grateful for the space.

Amelie walked toward the windows, gazing out at the shimmering city lights of Toronto. She sighed, feeling a calm settle over her as Lando stepped up behind her, his presence as familiar and comforting as ever.

—You didn’t have to come, Lando,— she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. —This... this is everything I needed.—

Lando smiled behind her, his hands finding her waist, pulling her gently into his chest. —Of course, I had to come,— he said with his usual playful grin. —You think I’d miss celebrating your birthday? And you know I can’t stay away from you for too long.—

Amelie’s heart fluttered at his words, and she leaned back into him, her hands resting over his. The moment felt intimate, warm, like a piece of their world that no one else could see. It was rare, this kind of quiet between them, but it felt right.

She turned in his arms to face him, her fingers lightly brushing against his chest as she looked up at him. The chemistry was undeniable, even in the softness of this moment. She swallowed, a lump forming in her throat as her emotions swirled. —I missed you,— she admitted, her voice thick with sentiment.

Lando’s expression softened, and he cupped her face gently, his thumb brushing away the tear that had escaped her eye. —I missed you too, Ames,— he murmured, leaning in to kiss her forehead softly. His lips lingered there for a moment, and when he pulled away, his eyes held a tenderness that made her heart skip.

Lando stepped back slightly, and with a teasing grin, he reached into his jacket pocket.

—I’ve got something for you,— he said, his voice low but filled with anticipation.

Amelie raised an eyebrow. —A birthday present? You didn’t have to...—

— I know,— he interrupted, his tone playful. — But I wanted to.—

He handed it to her with a smile, his eyes lighting up with anticipation. —Happy birthday, Ames,— he said softly.

Amelie looked down at the small, velvet box in her hands, feeling a flutter of excitement rise in her chest. She looked up at Lando, her eyes searching his face for some hint of what was inside. His grin only deepened, his gaze soft but filled with the kind of warmth that made her heart race.

—Go on, open it,— he urged, his voice low, almost a whisper.

Amelie carefully opened the box, revealing a delicate necklace inside. The pendant was a polished, gold "L," sleek and elegant. She gasped softly, her fingers tracing the letters, her breath catching in her throat. It was simple, yet stunning, the kind of piece that would be treasured forever.

Lando’s eyes sparkled as he watched her reaction, his grin widening. —I know it’s not much,— he said, his voice soft and a little vulnerable. —But I thought… maybe it could be a reminder. A reminder that no matter how far apart we are, you always have a piece of me with you.—

Her eyes met Lando’s, and for a moment, everything else faded. —It’s perfect,— she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. She looked at him, a smile breaking through the tears still glistening on her cheeks. —I love it, Lando. I really do.—

Lando’s face softened, and he stepped closer to her. —I'm glad.— His voice was gentle, but there was a hint of mischief lurking beneath the surface. —But I think you’re forgetting something.—

Amelie tilted her head, puzzled, as he pulled something from his pocket with a grin that sent a flutter through her chest. He held up a keychain, a simple black leather one, but attached to it was a small, gold letter "A."

Her eyes widened, the realization hitting her immediately. —You’ve got an ‘A’?—

—Of course,— Lando said with a wink, his gaze intense as he closed the distance between them. —We’ve always been connected, Ames.—

Her heart skipped a beat as she processed his words, the warmth of the moment wrapping around her like a cozy blanket. She raised her hand and touched the "L" necklace again, her fingers brushing against the cool metal, feeling the connection between them deepening with each passing second.

—You’re killing me with all this sweetness,— she murmured, looking up at him through her lashes. —But I’m not complaining.—

Lando chuckled, his eyes glimmering with a mixture of affection and playful desire. —Well, I think we both know how much I love to make you melt,— he teased, his voice dropping to a lower, more intimate tone. He leaned in, brushing a kiss against her temple before his lips moved toward her ear. —But if you want me to stop, you’re gonna have to stop looking at me like that.—

Amelie felt the heat rise in her cheeks as she turned her face slightly, their lips now only a breath apart. —You really can’t keep your hands off me, can you?— she teased, her voice soft, with a flirtatious edge that made Lando grin even wider.

—I’ve been trying,— he whispered, his lips brushing against her neck, —but you just make it so damn hard.—

Her breath hitched at the feel of his lips on her skin, the familiar warmth of his body pressing closer to hers. She tilted her head, giving him more access, her hands threading through his hair as a quiet moan escaped her lips. —Maybe… you should stop trying,— she whispered back, her voice thick with longing.

Lando’s breath hitched at her words, his fingers gently brushing against the back of her neck. The playful, teasing energy between them shifted, becoming something deeper, more urgent. His lips found her neck once again, the kiss sending shivers down her spine. He pulled back for just a moment, looking into her eyes with that irresistible mischievous glint that always made her heart race.

"You’re trouble," he whispered, his voice a little rougher now, the underlying desire evident.

Before Amelie could respond, Lando’s lips captured hers in a kiss that was deep, slow, and full of longing. She melted into him, her body responding instinctively to his touch. The kiss was a perfect balance of passion and tenderness, a reminder of everything that had brought them to this moment.

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[jasntodds]

Penance [7]

Pairing: Jason Todd x Fem!Powered!Reader

Words: 8,230

Chapter Warnings: Swearing, fluff, mentions of death, hurt/comfort, mentions of scars, small description of jason's autopsy scar, smut, 18+ mdni

Summary: ❝Thesus: Stop. Give me your hand. I am your friend. Herakles: I fear to stain your clothes with blood. Thesus: Stain them. I don’t care.❞

It’s been a month and a half since Crane’s reign of terror was stopped, leaving Gotham to finally return to normal. But, what is normal? After everything Jason and you have been through, it seems normal might be some unobtainable dream state. But that’s not going to stop either of you from trying and maybe, you’ll get lucky in the end. At the end of it, the two of you have suffered enough, right?

Right?

A/N: It was my birthday a few weeks ago and 2 days later I was in the ER with a bad kidney infection so that's why this is late lol I'm sorry!! lol You can add yourself to the tag list below, ask me to be tagged, or you can follow my library blog @jasntoddslibrary  and turn on notifications if you prefer that!! I love feedback, I swear it keeps me posting on a weekly basis 😭

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Jason and you patrol together and it feels like old times. You work well together just as you always have and it’s something the both of you really needed. Patrolling with Tim was different because you had to and you couldn’t really do it how you were used to because it was about training Tim and showing him the ropes. But this? This is like it always was, fighting side by side, teaming up and taking turns interrogating people. You stop at Excellent Gotham halfway through and park yourselves by Jason’s favorite gargoyle to eat.

You think tonight is healing parts of you. You felt hopeless before and now you're sitting here with your favorite person as if nothing has really changed. Maybe you don’t need to punish yourself all of the time and maybe this can be good. Maybe you can let yourself heal from everything. If Jason can, don’t you deserve to try?

“Wasn’t too boring tonight, was it?” Jason quips, the both of you back in your street clothes as you stand outside of your apartment building, Jason having rode home with you to make sure you got home safe.

“Eh.” You shrug. “It was alright I guess.” You scrunch your nose at him.

“Alright?!” Jason scoffs. “Bullshit. I’m a fucking trip.”

“You’re something.” You let out a cackle and Jason is relieved to see you look so happy. You looked lost earlier. “Can I ask you something?” You ask.

“What’s up?” Jason shifts his weight to his left leg, resting the helmet on his hip.

“When do you go see Leslie again?” You look down, tugging your sleeves over your hands before your eyes come up to Jason's.

Jason's brows raise slightly before he shrugs. “Uh…few days, why?”

“Can you, uh, a-ask her if she…ya know…maybe I need…to go.”

Jason nods his head with a warm smile. “Yeah, I’ll ask her and give her your number.”

“Thanks, Jay.” You give him a small and shy smile.

“Of course.” Jason smiles softly. “Hate fucking admitting it, but it’s been helping a bit again.”

“Good. I, uh, that’s why I wanna go. Might be for the best.”

“Good. Can’t hurt.” Jason nods his head.

“Yeah.” You smile softly. “Well, I’m gonna head in but thanks for tonight.”

“Do it again?” The corner of Jason's tugs into a hopeful smirk.

“Hell yeah.” You laugh softly. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” You beam before spinning on your heels and entering the apartment building.

A smile is stretched across your face as you make your way up the three flights of stairs to your apartment. No part of you believes going to see Leslie is going to be easy but if she’s helping Jason who literally died, surely she can help you. And it feels really good to finally feel like you and Jason might be falling back into some sort of normal after everything.

You enter your apartment, pressing your back against the door as it shuts behind you. The TV is playing quietly from the living room, the rest of the apartment is dark. You're so stuck on how well the night went, you almost miss the sound of Molly’s voice coming from your living room.

“Molly?” You question, pushing off the door and walking the few feet into the kitchen, looking into the living room thanks to the open concept layout.

Molly is leaning against the arm of the couch holding her phone against her thighs. A wide smile splits her face as Jurassic Park is playing on the TV. Molly is still rambling on about the first time she saw the movie, completely ignoring your presence. You roll your eyes and walk over to the back of the couch, looking at her phone screen.

“Hey.” Gar chimes.

Molly jumps. “When did you get back?” Molly ask.

“Just now?” You question. “Hey, Gar?” Your brows furrow, looking between the two of them.

Nothing going on, sure.

Molly looks at the time on her phone. “Did it go okay? You’re not mad are you?” Molly questions.

“What happened?” Gar asks.

You look between the two of them and maybe nothing is going on but from where you're standing, it definitely looks like it. You aren't even upset about it, but if something is going on, you think it's weird and confusing neither one of them would just say something but you aren't going to push. It's not really your business or your place. So, you decide, you're not even gonna say anything. You'll sit back and see what happens with them.

“Nothing?” You shake your head. “We patrolled together, grabbed some food, and came back.” You shrug your shoulders. “So, I’m gonna shower and head to bed.” You reach over the couch and steal a handful of popcorn from Molly’s bowl. You glance to the TV, watching the water in the cup on the dash of the Jeep start to vibrate. “You guys are missing the best part.” You state as you start walking away. “Get it together, guys.” You make your voice cheery, making sure they know you're joking and you can hear Molly laugh quietly as you enter your room.

You grab your change of clothes before heading to the bathroom and hopping in the shower. Music plays through the bathroom until it's interrupted by a ding from a text. You peek out of the shower just in time to see your phone screen still on with Jason’s contact on your screen. He’s texted you a quick ‘made it home’. You smile to yourself and continue washing your hair while your phone chimes again. This time when you look over, it’s a second text from Jason telling you you should just meet him at his place around noon and you can go to Home Depot together. You roll your eyes but your smile is glued to your lips while you finish your shower.

You take a seat on the toilet seat with a towel draped around your body. You pick up your phone while your stomach bubbles and twists.

You: What? Don’t trust my driving?

Jaybird: No ☠️

You: Fuck you 🔪

Jaybird: I’m really shaking in my boots babe

You: You suck

Jaybird: 🤤

You: 🤮

Jaybird: 🖕

You: Ill see you tomorrow I do like to be chauffeured around

Jaybird: How many times did it take autocorrect to get that word right?

Your jaw drops before you burst out laughing. He’s such an asshole but it did take more than a few tries to get that damn word right and he would know.

You: I will walk over to your apartment and fucking stab you so fucking help me jason todd

Jaybird: You’d have to catch me first babe

You: That a dare?

Jaybird: I dare you

You: Okay

You toss your phone and immediately start getting dressed in sweats. You don’t bother with makeup or anything else. You get the bathroom tidied up before you exit the bathroom, phone in hand before you go for your backpack. Molly is still peaking over the couch on her Facetime call with Gar.

“What’re you doing?” Molly asks.

“Going to stab Jason.” You answer casually while Molly looks to her phone at Gar.

“She’s doing what?”

“He dared me, Gar!” You yell but Molly and Gar can tell by the airiness in your voice it's really not that serious.

“He dared you to stab him?” Molly asks, unsure if she really heard you correctly or if she really wants to any sort of context.

You widen your eyes at her, nodding your head quickly. “Yeah! And I’m not gonna back down. It’s a dare.” You scoff with the furrow of your brows.

“Were they always this weird?” Molly asks Gar.

“Hey!” You yell.

“Yes.” Gar answers with a nod.

“Okay, I’ll be back!” You call with a smile as you kick your shoes on and head out, locking the three locks on your way out.

Jason prepares for you to get there, knowing you take dares seriously. He unlocks the door and shuts every light off in the place. If you want to come for him, he’s not going to make it easy. That ruins the game. It’s silly and he knows but at this point, he doesn’t want to miss even a single opportunity with you. Yes, he shouldn't have wasted a month and a half and neither should you but he’s thinking maybe that was for the best. It did give you both space to start to healing. It gave you both space to start setting up your own lives and finding out who you are today. It seems to have helped and there’s nothing saying you can’t continue while trying to get back what you once had. Optimism is not something that ever came easy to Jason Todd but he’s letting himself feel optimistic about you for just a second.

You pull up to Jason's place, seeing it’s completely dark. At first, it almost scares you, thinking maybe something happened and this is a trap. That would be something that could happen. But, that thought fades quickly because you don’t have that pit in your stomach and Jason would never have played along with anything to endanger you. This is Jason being a shit.

You dig in your bag and pull out your phone, using the flashlight as you enter the building, keeping light on your toes.

“Finally.” Jason's voice rings through the speaker system. “Usual rules?”

This was something you did at the Manor when Bruce was out. You blacked out the entire house, the only light would come from the moon outside. Other than that, it was just you two and a black house trying to locate each other. The only rules were not to permanently injure the other one -- don’t shove each other down the stairs and no lethal weapons. First person to disarm the other wins.

“You’re on, Jay.” You call as you shut your flashlight off, pocketing your phone.

You have your hands at your sides as they start to warm and glow a vibrant shade of green. Your steps are careful, using the glow to guide your feet. Back at the manor, you didn’t even need the light from your hands at one point. You had the whole place memorized from doing this with Jason which did kind of defeat some of the purpose of the blacking out the building but it served enough purpose. Plus, there are more stakes. It has the same premise as Dick’s whole thing with the blindfolds but this is more fun.

Jason is positioned at the end of the hall, carefully listening. He can see the glow of your hands which he said was cheating at first, until he realized he can also find you. He doesn’t need the glowing but it’s definitely not a bad thing to have on his end. So, he stands against the wall, watching and listening to you walk closer. His eyes track you, knowing you’ll search the full hallway before attempting the stairs. A part of him wants to dodge around you and essentially play a weird game of hide and seek but instead, he keeps his feet planted. The idea is to disarm, not to find.

Your hands stop glowing the further down the hallway you get. Jason's brows furrow, still listening to your footsteps. They echo softly no matter how light on your feet you try to be. If you know anything, it’s that Jason likes to play games. He’s going to make finding him easy the first time because that’s the point. And then you’ll have to spar it out until one of you backs off and runs off. He’s done this before so you keep walking with soft feet until you reach the end of the hallway. Jason is like a radiator. He could heat up an entire room if left there long enough so as you stand right in front of him, you can feel the space between you growing warmer.

You strike first, just missing his head as Jason grabs your arm. He spins you around as you kick your leg around his, sending you both to the ground. Jason falls on top of you, barely catching his weight on his hands to not crush you and you don’t miss a beat, crawling from under him only for Jason to grab your ankle and yank you back. Jason hears your laugh through a squeal.

“That’s a fucking ego boost.” Jason laughs with you.

“You’re not scary, sorry, Jay.” You tease, yanking your ankle free.

“Lotta people'd beg to differ." Jason defends as he hears you run off down the hallway.

“Not to me!” You sing-song, your voice echoing off the walls and staircase.

A smile stretches across Jason’s face as he shakes his head. He starts walking after you, not hearing your footsteps anymore and he knows you've hidden yourself behind some sort of corner so he’s careful with his steps.

A large part of him thought the good parts of him died and the pit kept them. It kept them in exchange for his life, maybe that’s just the price he was to pay in order to live. Someone can’t come back to life without sacrificing something. Look at Ra’s. But, over the last few days, he’s learning that may not have been in the case.

His bones still ache and something still feels hauntingly different but the good parts of him are still there. Tim didn’t even blink when Jason showed up in the alley, he was so unbothered by all of Jason’s training methods that even got you to pitch a fit every once in a while. Jason had a good time training Tim and him and you are back to doing this stupid game in the middle of the night with laughter bouncing off of the walls. He’s smiled more the last few days than he has in two months. Maybe the good parts of him aren’t entirely gone. They were just covered in guilt and remorse.

You're tucked away in a corner and you always wonder how Jason manages to be so silent as he walks. You can be quiet but you can’t even tell when he’s moving until it’s almost too late. It’s for his own protection, he’s been doing this longer, but it’s always fascinating to you and it'd be a little scary if you didn't know him. One second he’s down the hall and the next, he’s standing in front of you without ever making a sound. It’s his most intimidating quality.

But you're careful anyway, listening, focusing on your surroundings and then the hairs stand up on the back of your neck with a subtle throb starting to your right. You dodge just as Jason's fist flies through the air and you grab his arm, elbowing the inside of his arm. Jason lets out a groan and you twist it around before Jason laughs.

“It’s cute you think you still stand a chance.”

“I’ve taken you before.” You quip, holding his arm behind his back.

“You’re out of practice.” Jason chuckles, pulling his arm away before he spins back around, going to grab you but you jump back.

“So are you.” You quip.

“You sure?” Jason asks making you nearly scream. He’s right in front of you now and you didn’t feel him that time. His breath is fanning over your face and without needing to see him, you can tell he’s smirking, cheeks probably that pretty shade of pink.

“Uh-huh.” Your voice catches in your throat.

“Right.” Jason gives you this chuckle that makes you want to kiss the smirk off of his face but you know you can’t very well do that now so instead, you make your move.

You quickly slide to the right before kicking his feet from under him. Jason lands on a knee and he swipes his leg across the floor, knocking you down just as you try to run off. It’s Jason’s turn to get to his feet and find a new spot.

The two of you go back and forth like this and it’s different this time. Usually, you spar hard and you both make solid efforts to disarm the other but this time, you’re spending a lot of time hiding and running. It wasn’t so much intentional at first from either of you but the more you do it, the more you realize this is just more time to spend together. Tomorrow comes eventually and tomorrow always has some sort of surprise in it. Tonight, you don’t wanna worry about that. You spend your time in the dark, finding each other and going back forth with fists and quips.

Two hours in, Jason is hiding out on the landing of the first staircase, tucked away in the corner. The window is two feet away from him, the city lights cascading through the pains and onto the wood flooring. His eyes stay trained in front of him, hearing you from downstairs walking around. You've been looking for a few minutes and Jason is wondering if you’ll give up. And then he hears a smack and a groan from down the stairs. Jason has to stifle his own laugh, far nicer than you who burst out laughing when Jason hit the doorframe. You seem to recover okay, your steps picking up a few seconds later and he can hear you ascending the staircase.

Your steps stop right at the top.

You roll your eyes and you know damn well Jason is right behind the light of the window. He’ll be able to see you before you can see him. And if you know anything about him, you know he’s standing right in the corner, right foot lifted and pressed against the wall with his arms crossed and that stupid smirk on his lips. This game was never very fair from your perspective. You've never won. Jason’s senses have always been better, Bruce trained him well. As much as you hate the thought. You let out a sigh, take two steps forward and stand directly in the light, a taunt telling Jason to get it over with.

Jason pushes off the wall with his right foot and makes his move but he’s cautious. You do not give up, especially to him when there’s a game like this in play. He strikes first, you block him in an instant, using the light to drag him from the shadows and you get him with your knee right in his side. Jason doesn’t even flinch, throwing another hit, this time hitting you on your side. The two go back and forth, breathing turning heavy as you use the city lights to your advantage. But, it’s Jason who gets the upper hand as he almost always does, grabbing both of your wrists as you use one to try to punch him and the other to block his hands. His grip is tight and unwavering.

Jason’s chest is nearly touching yours as you look up at him. There’s a devious gleam you can make out even in the low light, the corners of his mouth perked into a subtle smirk. Your heart jumps into your throat.

“Giving up so quick?” Jason questions.

“No.” You let out a soft pout but you aren’t fighting him.

Jason can feel his heartbeat on his tongue. His grip loosens on your wrists but he doesn’t let go. Instead, his thumb rubs your skin softly, not even realizing he’s doing it. It’s been hours and he’s been having a blast and he knows she is, too. For the life of him, he can’t figure out why you both let time go by. He does know why, because it all hurt but maybe it was just getting over the hump of it all. He thinks it must be just as hard for you to overcome as it is for him. But, you both always seemed to be able to cope better around each other. It’s the understanding of every action and word that leaves your lips. The feeling that you’ll both never be alone.

Jason nods once. “Not trying very hard.” Jason whispers softly.

Last night felt so good and cathartic. Maybe you just want to live in another one of those moments for a few minutes.

“You’ll just tighten your grip.” You whisper back, watching a cheeky smirk grow on his lips.

“Doesn’t seem to bother you much.” Jason quips and his eyes glance to your lips.

What if he kisses you anyway? Just one more time. Then you can do this friend thing with the game and the banter. What if he kisses you anyway?

“No.” You answer back, glancing to his lips.

What if you kiss him? Just one more time and then you can do the whole friend like you did before. What if you kiss him?

“How’re you gonna get out of this then?” Jason quips.

Fuck it.

You lunge forward, your lips connecting with Jason’s. He groans and immediately drops your wrists as his hands come to your cheeks, pulling you closer to him. Jason melts right into you, nearly exploding at the seams with the very thought you were thinking the same thing he was.

His mouth moves with yours and you push forward until Jason’s back hits the wall. Jason grabs your hips, turning you both around so your back is pinned against the wall. He kisses down your neck, nipping and biting at the flesh. Your heartbeat skyrockets as your hand tangles into his messy hair. Your eyes are closed as a soft moan escapes your lips. Jason bites down, sucking a mark into your skin.

You pull his head back to your lips, the kiss turning sloppy and wet. Jason slides his hands under your thighs, picking you up to pin you against the wall as his knee slots into between your legs. His thigh hits just the right spot making you let out a moan into his mouth immediately followed by a groan.

You pull his hair back, getting a pretty groan from Jason before you go to his neck, leaving your own purple mark. Jason holds your hips helping you grind down against his thigh. The sound of your desperate gasps makes him want to lose his mind. He wants to surrender all control he has ever had and forget anything bad ever happened. His head is lust drunk and all he wants is you. His bulge is growing and throbbing through his sweatpants, desperately wanting free.

You feel yourself growing closer and wetter but more desperate. There’s not quite enough friction and he knows it. He knows this only ever gets you teetering on the edge but it’s never quite enough. He knows exactly what he’s doing and you want to bite him. Your pussy throbs and aches for something to fill you up.

“Jay.” You pant desperately into his mouth.

He fucking snickers.

And stills your hips.

“Jay.” Your brows pinch together as if you're in pain.

“What’s that?”Jason teases.

“Fuck. You.” You nod your head, trying to move your hips but his grip keeps you steady.

Jason leans forward, nipping up your neck making you whine. He can feel your pulse against his lips as he kisses his way up to your cheek. You feel him grin against your skin and you think your skin might set the both of you on fire.

“Say please.” Jason mocks you, whispering in your ear, his voice deep and graveled.

You think you've melted into the palms of his hands.

Jason loosens his grip slightly, allowing you to get some friction for just a few seconds before stilling your hips.

“Didn't hear ya, babe?” Jason’s eyes lock on yours with the quick raise of his brows, using all of his self-control not to cave himself.

There's a sliver of you that wants to push him, see who can actually outlast the other because you know it'll be him begging for you in about ten minutes. But, your head is swimming and your body is erupting in goosebumps. The desperation of wanting him all over you makes you lose every other thought that was once there.

You kiss him, keeping your lips close to his, pulling away just enough to speak. “Please.”

Jason doesn’t waste a single second to dropping his knee as his lips connect back with yours.

Jason pulls you with him, his back towards the second set of stairs as you both walk up them, unsteadily with your lips connected. Once you’re up the stairs, Jason is grabbing the hem of your hoodie, tugging it over you and tossing it on the floor. Jason’s hoodie is next, tossed somewhere in the dark hallway. By the time you reach Jason’s room, he’s tugging your top off and tossing it to the floor.

It’s all hasty and hot, desperate and needy as Jason pulls you to his bed. He lands on top of you, catching you to mind your fall and your hands are under his shirt. They’re warm and soft. They make him feel whole again.

The words ‘i need you’ circle his brain but never quite make it out. He needs you like he needs air. You're the breath of fresh air on the first day of spring. It’s the first day the air doesn’t hurt his lungs. You taste how the word cathartic sounds. He needs you like he needs the oxygen in his lungs.

You scratch up his back and Jason arches his back right into you. His head spins. His lips trail down to your cheek and then your neck. He leaves a second mark in his wake and your head falls fuzzy. You aren’t even entirely sure you're even here anymore. All you know is that you want him and your skin is on fire. You can’t form a single coherent thought as Jason makes his way down to your collarbone, leaving yet another mark. All you can think about his him. His mouth and his the way his teeth graze over your skin, how warm his hand is as it trails up to your breast. All you can think about is the pretty moans and groans that leave his lips as you claw his back again. You've turned to mush all over again.

He presses some kisses around where your braw cuts off, just enough to tease you before he comes back up, kissing your lips. And all you know for certain is how badly you need him. You need him today and tomorrow and every day after. Every moment with him is worth every bit of pain and agony. Every moment without him is boring and lackluster. Jason walks into a room and it’s like a color bomb explodes through the room. His laugh could light up the darkest of hallways and his eyes are the prettiest shade of green, they could convert anyway to love the color. Breathing is easier whenever he's around.

Your hands go to the hem of his shirt and try to tug it off of his head but Jason stops you, shooting up immediately. Your high immediately vanishes seeing the look of panic spread over his feature. Jason’s head comes back, still spinning but down in panic and his chest heaves. What’s he supposed to do?

“I-I’m sorry.” You shake your head, leaning up on your elbows. “I-, uh, I thought…well…I…I should have asked--”

“No.” Jason shakes his head, looking down then back to you. “It’s not…that.” Jason nearly chokes on his own words.

“What’s wrong, Jay?” Your brows tug together and even though you're the one half-naked, he’s the one feeling exposed.

Jason’s teeth grind together and he didn’t really think this far ahead. His mind was clouded with the thought of you and the desire to just have one more fucking night. His mind was clouded with the idea of chasing the feeling you shared just a few months ago. He didn’t think about this step. This part of the whole sex thing. You don’t care. You never care about scars but it hurts him.

Jason clears his throat as he brings his hands back to your hips, watching your chest quickly rise and fall with every breath. He's running through everything he could say. How is he supposed to tell you he has a thick, protruding scar from his collarbones all the way down his abdomen? That can't possibly be some sort of turn on and if anything, he's almost certain it'll send you into a spiral because it nearly does to him every damn day he looks at it. What's he supposed to say? What's he supposed to say without making you feel worse or feel like you need to push to make sure he's okay?

What's he supposed to say in order to keep this moment intact without it being just another moment tainted by painful memories?

“We can just keep doing this. Um…I-I don’t mind…if you don’t.” You try to pull in a breath. The guilt chews at your stomach. “I, uh, I don’t—“

“Y/n.” Jason cuts you off, not wanting you to spiral. “It's not that, I fucking swear.” Jason squeezes your hips and his brows twitch up with reassurance. He's just not sure if he's ready to reveal that part to you. It makes him feel guilty. He's supposed to be able to share everything with you but the shame eats at him. “I want to.” He clarifies, earning a nod from you. “It’s just…” His eyes go distant for a second before coming back to yours. “Stays on.”

You offer him a large nod and you thought it was odd he turned around before to change. Jason has never been very modest about anything ever. He has worked very hard for his chest and abs and he doesn’t mind showing off a bit, especially in front of you because he’s still a shithead. But, last night he didn’t and sitting here now, you're putting the pieces together while a piece of your heart breaks for him.

“I, uh…I know.” You nod softly, pushing yourself up to sit up fully.

Jason sits on his knees, his knees on either side of your legs.

You can't know.

“What?” Jason’s brows tug together.

“The night Crane kidnapped you, you, uh, you couldn’t get out of your gear so I had to help you.” You offer him a soft shrug. “So, uh…I just want you to know that I already know. It’s completely fine, I get it, but I wanted you to know that I already knew.”

Jason can feel his throat wanting to close and his world feels like it's closing in on him. It feels like a nightmare. He doesn't want you to know. It's embarrassing.

“You saw it?!” Jason’s voice cracks as his cheeks burn a vibrant red as he bites his own tongue to try and hide and his shame.

You nod again. “Yeah. You, uh, you were really high and I figured it would not be something you would want brought up.”

Jason shakes his head looking down. He feels tainted, ruined, a mess of broken and damaged pieces piled on the floor to be discarded and forgotten about. He's not even sure what's worse. The fact you knew and then never said anything or the fact he didn't even get a chance to make peace with it before he told you. He hates it so fucking much and it just makes him feel like the biggest failure there is. What more proof does anyone really need? He failed at being Robin, failed at taking down the Joker, failed at being a good son, failed at being a good boyfriend, he even failed at staying dead. It's just embarrassing and shameful.

You can see the gears in his head working overtime. He's going to spiral and the scar doesn't mean shit to you. Your entire back is riddled with them. Any one of those could have caused massive bleeding and killed you. The way you see it, his scars were better because most of them were just part of the job. He got them putting himself in danger for the greater good.

"I don't care, ya know?" You state with the raise of your brows and all Jason does is shake his head. "I don't fucking care about it, Jay. I know you do. Whatever the fuck you're thinking about it, you're wrong." You rest a hand on his cheek. "You don't have to take your shirt off around me if you don't want to. I get it."

"I fucking hate it." Jason states, taking your hand in his, his fingers delicate over your skin. He uses both hands to rub circles into your palm, massaging the muscles.

"For what it's worth," You let out a breath. "I don't. I don't care and I don't mind. That shit doesn't matter to me, Jay."

"I know." Jason nods his head because he knows you don't. It's something in his own head. It's just really difficult to move on from.

"So, whatever you wanna do, I don't mind." You offer him a tender smile.

Jason lets out a breath. “Thank you.” Jason says back. “Did you know? That Bruce had it done?”

“Yeah.” You pull in a breath, biting back your bitterness for Bruce. “He didn’t say why though I was screaming at him when I found out so he didn’t have much chance, I guess.”

Jason lets out a quiet but sad chuckle because even in death, you will fight tooth and nail for him. “You were screaming at him for it?”

“Well, yeah, I thought it was pointless. I figure it’s just legal reasons, maybe.” You shrug. “But I didn’t wanna hear it then.” You chuckle softly. “So, yeah, I uh, I knew he did and I knew the Pit didn’t take it away.”

It's something he's going to need to find a way to make terms with but at least, you're understanding about it. He wishes he had the opportunity to tell you himself but...he's thinking maybe this was easier. You've known and never batted an eye or said a word about it. Maybe he doesn't have to feel all that shame and embarrassment around you.

“White hair, kept all of my scars, and got the one my chest.” Jason lets out a scoff.

“Least it fixed your face.” You quip back with a cheeky smile in hopes it'll help cheer him up a bit.

You see the flash of something kind and cheeky cross over his face.

Jason drops your hand, leaning in. “What’s wrong with my face, huh?” The corner of his mouth perks into a grin and you always have a way to make him feel better about anything and everything.

Your name might as well be synonymous with catharsis.

“Did you want a list?” You raise with a smirk as you tilt your head to the right.

Jason lets out a laugh. “Fuck you.” Jason shakes his head at you and his eyes go to your lips before traveling back up to your eyes.

“Say please.” You lean in closer to him, brushing your nose against his.

Jason shakes his head, bursting at the seams with a devilish grin. His hand comes up to your cheek before he kisses you, pushing the both of you down to the bed.

“Please.” Jason nearly growls into your mouth.

Jason leans up and tugs his shirt off quickly before coming right back to your lips. Your hands tangle in his hair and give the strands a light tug. You push on his shoulder, signaling for him to roll over. You get on top before you trail down and press kisses to his cheek and then to his neck, leaving your second mark of the night.

The words ‘i love you’ bounce around Jason’s head like a pinball in a pinball machine. He’s so in love with you he thinks he might have lost all of his sanity. He did not know it was possible to feel so strongly for another person but he does. And he wants to live here forever. You make him better and he is so certain of that if not for everything that has happened but the reason that Jason doesn’t want to self-sabotage with you. It’s not worth it. You’ll fight and make up and it’ll have been for nothing. All it would do is hurt the both of you and haven’t you both been hurt enough?

You can feel Jason's hardening bulge beneath you. Without breaking the kiss, you slide your fingers into the waistband of his pants, helping him tug them down. Jason sits up, helping you get the rest of his clothes off before he flips the two of you so you're back on your back. You let out a laugh just as you always did and Jason thinks he'd never grow tired of it.

Your hands are in his hair and he can feel you smiling against his lips despite the haste of your kiss. Jason slides his hand under your back, undoing your bra before he helps you get off. His hand goes right to your right breast, pinching your nipple between his thumb and finger. You moan into his mouth as your head starts to go fuzzy all over again. You squirm under him and a grin comes to Jason's lips.

You snake your hand to his cock, wrapping your fingers around the shaft before you start pumping him slowly. Jason's mouth opens against you as his hips stutter for just a second. You start moving your arm faster and Jason's mouth trails back down to your neck. His teeth graze the skin and you think you'd let him mark every part of your body without ever putting a thought into it.

He sucks a mark into your neck.

And then another.

And another leading down the scar on your shoulder from the bullet wound.

He stops there, switching to a kiss and your stomach twists while your brain starts to turn to goo. He presses kisses back up to your lips and you're squirming under his touch as you can feel yourself growing wetter by the second. 

"Condom." You mutter against his lips before removing your hand from his cock, precum leaking from the tip.

Jason wastes no time in reaching for his nightstand to tug out a condom. You're already stripping the rest of your clothes by the time Jason has the package in his hand. 

Jason smirks down at you. "Not wasting any time, huh?"

You shrug, almost taunting him as you keep your eyes locked on his, careful not to look down at the scar. "Been a while."

Jason chuckles as heat runs over his neck. "Having withdrawal?"

"I could just do it myself." You quip back.

"Can I watch?" Jason questions and a part of you thinks he's serious.

You roll your eyes. "Maybe next time."

Jason has to clear his throat as his cock twitches with the remark. "Hold you to it." Jason mutters as he finally gets the wrapper open.

"Then I get to watch you."

Jason's eyes flash over to you as his stomach drops and spins. "Whatever you want, princess." Jason finally gets the condom on and you pull him back down to you.

His lips connect with yours, hot and fast at first, hungry as if he hasn't eaten in a month. His cock is lined up with your soaking pussy but the kiss slows and deepens. Jason's hand trails down your right thigh, delicate fingers running over your skin as goosebumps erupt over your body. You run a hand down his shoulder and to his arm, his bicep twitches under your touch.

Jason is warm and sturdy, an unwavering force that you find yourself so intertwined with, you really aren't sure how you've managed to live so much of your life without him. It always feels like he's meant to be around you like someone out there made him just for you and you were made just for him. In some ways, that's scary and feels like a big responsibility, but in others, it's comforting. It's the reassurance that it's just you and him in the end of it all. You'll get there one day. That's how it's supposed to be.

Jason pulls away, resting his forehead against yours before he starts sliding his cock into your aching pussy. The pit in your stomach grows as you start to see stars. Jason's eyes are shut and he's thinking he's left this whole plane of existence. He sinks into you slow and steady until he bottoms out.

His eyes open, locking on yours. Your fingers are lightly running up his arm and the words of 'i love you' almost spill from his lips like an overflowing cup of water. His nose brushes yours and he almost says it. He doesn't want to scare you away with piling too much on you at once. Last night and the scar tonight, he knows you're worried the Titans.

He'll tell you later.

Instead, Jason settles for something with the same meaning.

Your eyes close and the words of 'i love you' almost escape your lips like an easy breath. You brush your nose with his and you almost say it. Jason has been through a lot. You don't want to add to it, not right now. You don't want to add more pressure if he can't say it back yet. You don't want to scare him off.

You'll tell him later.

Instead, you settle for something with the same meaning.

"You and me." Jason whispers to you as he goes to kiss your cheek.

A tender smile pulls at your lips as your heart stutters in your chest. "You and me."

A smile rips through Jason's lips as his heart feels like it's just burst through his ribcage.

Jason pulls out and pushes back in, just as slow this time before he starts picking up the pace. Your mind starts swimming with his quick movements. His mouth is on yours again and you can barely keep up. Your mind is flooded with how full he's making you as your pussy clenches around him.

You try to form words, anything to tell him to keep going but nothing can form quite right, giving Jason the ego boost he doesn't exactly need. He gets the idea and doesn't lighten up. His hand grips your thigh, tugging your leg up near his hip. With the new angle, he's tapping the patch of nerves inside of you. You gasp against him, your nails digging into his back.

"J-Jay." You nearly whine into his mouth and Jason nearly finishes right there with the first word you're able to get out being his name.

"Hmm?" He hums, trying to hold his composure. "Gotta speak up, babe." Jason teases.

"H-harder." You get out.

Jason grins wickedly against your lips, doing as you asked but only for a few thrusts before he stops entirely. "Like that?"

Your eyes shoot open, pupils blow with desperation and lust. "Please."

You don't have to ask again.

Jason thrusts his hips harder and faster than before. You groan louder below him almost immediately. Your pussy is clenching around him more and more and he can tell you're getting close. He slides a hand between you, rubbing tight circles around your clit. You nearly scream with the new sensation.

You grip his hair and pull his neck closer to you just as Jason gets you to reach your high. You let out a mixed whine and moan of his name before you bite down where his shoulder meets his neck, desperately trying not to scream. Tears prick your eyes as your stomach tightens and your whole body shakes and twitches beneath Jason.

It takes everything in him not to lose himself until you're finally finished, panting below him. His hips stall against you as his head hangs in the cook of your neck, his cock twitching as he shoots his load into the condom.

Jason leans up, chest heaving and he places a kiss to your cheek and then your forehead before he rolls off of you to dispose of the condom in his bathroom.

You sit up, wrapping the blanket around you with your chest still heaving and you give Jason a tender smile as he walks back towards the bed. He grabs his clothes as you watch him and you're getting your first full view of the scar. It doesn't bother you but you understand why it bothers him. Seeing it in full, it's a harsh scar, not something that looks like it'll even fade. You think if it were you, it'd bother you, too.

Jason makes his way back to the bed, plopping back down before he leans against the pillow. His eyes are still lustblown as he gives you a soft and tired smile, and you think his eyes are filled with something you became so accustomed to. Your hand goes to his hair, brushing the white streaks away from his face. Jason’s hand grabs your hand before bringing your palm to his lips and he presses tender kisses over your hand.

“For the record,” You start as Jsaon places your hand back down. “I don’t care what scars you come home with.” You say so easily and your word choice doesn’t go unnoticed by Jason. “I know you do but I don’t…” You pause, chewing the inside of your cheek. “Just as long as you come home.” You nod a few times as your brows pinch together.

Jason sits up, his face coming just a few inches from yours. “I’m sorry I didn’t.” His voice is rough and this is a different apology than the one you got on the roof. The one you got at his safe house. There are no stakes in the apology.

“It’s not your fault.” You place a hand on his cheek and Jason leans into it. "I forgive you anyway, though."

He still wonders how you were ever able to bear it. Despite his general feeling of self-doubt and self-loathing, he knows your feelings have always been very real for him. You didn’t cope, that he knows for certain and he’s not entirely sure if you ever will. It’s something you have to make peace with just as much as he does. And he thinks about how maybe that’s an important part of you both moving forward. You forgive him for some reason but Jason doesn’t think you've accepted it yet. A part of him has, it happened to him and he’s alive. He went through it. One second, your world is moving at a steady pace and the next it’s halted, suddenly stopped with no warning and then it’s thrown in the other direction. It sounds more like whiplash. So, Jason wonders if you’ll ever hit the acceptance stage. He wonders how you were ever able to bear any of it. He knows for certain if it were him, he’d never be able to.

Your eyes are soft and tired and there’s the tiniest, adoring smile on your lips. A look Jason is privileged enough to be the only one to receive. And he thinks about he’d never be able to bear the loss of you. It rips him to shreds. It would take all of the remaining good parts of him and shatter them. He’d never recover if something happened to you. Even if it's beyond his control. It’s terrifying feeling that way about another person.

Jason nods against you before he presses a kiss to the palm of your hand. “Yeah…” He lets out a breath. “Thanks for sticking around.”

“Thanks for letting me.” You smile softly. "You and me?"

Jason offers the same smile back. "You and me." Jason confirms. “You still gonna talk to Leslie?” Jason asks as you pull your hand away.

You nod softly. “Yeah. If she has anything open.”

Jason gives you a soft smile. “Good.” He nods softly. He sits back up all the way, looking to his doorway. “Gonna grab your clothes.” Jason chuckles softly, tossing his shirt over his head before he gets up.

You watch Jason disappear through the doorway and you're quick to grab his pillow, checking to see if he’s replaced the knife with a gun. Your chest warms with the sight of your blue switchblade still locked and lying under his pillow. It’s a relief he hasn’t put the gun back. Your thoughts are jolted as fabric hits your face.

“Hey!” You yell through a laugh, your clothes falling into your lap.

“Fucking nosey ass.” Jason nods his head at you, making his way back to the bed with his hoodie in hand.

“You’re an interesting person to be nosey about.” You shrug as you get the blanket off of your shoulders. You can feel the tiredness weighing on your bones and you know if you don't head home soon, you'll end up staying here. As much as you really want to, you do not want to overstay your welcome. “Well,” You sigh as you tug your shirt over your head. “I should probably head home.” You laugh softly, seeing the orange light of sunrise seeping through Jason’s window.

“Guess so.” Jason nearly pouts at the thought. He never wants you to leave but he doesn't want you to feel obligated to always stay just because you're here late. You'll be back here later anyway. “Still gonna help me today?” Jason’s eyes are hopeful and big.

“Of course.” You laugh softly, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks. “I’ll just sleep for a few hours and how about we like one?” You ask. “We’ll both be out of it if we don’t get some sleep.”

“Yeah, yeah, alright.” Jason says in agreement. “Want an escort home?” He asks but you can tell by the way he raises of his brows and the way he's already moving to get up, it's not really an offer. He's going to do it anyway.

“Thank you.” You stand up, putting the rest of your clothes on. "Just get some sleep when you get back, okay?"

Jason nods with a grin. "Of course. Gotta be well-rested hanging out with you."

"I can not help you." You quip as you grab your bag.

"Sorry." Jason lets out a chuckle.

"Let's just go." Your eyes widen at him to tease him before Jason gestures towards the door for you to lead the way.

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[lostloveletters]

Damn Yankees (Bucky Egan x OFC)

Summary: The Great American Pastime puts Sergeant Holly Dean and Major Bucky Egan’s friendship to the test when her struggling Nationals play yet another game against his beloved Yankees.

Note: I introduce you to Miss Thing herself. By the way, the Yankees and the Nationals (also interchangeably referred to as The Senators back then) played 8 or so games against each other in mid-to-late June 1943, which I don’t think is a point of accuracy anyone cares that much about. Anyway, do not interact if you’re under 18, terf or radfem, or post thinspo/ED content.

Word count: 2k

Warnings: Inevitable historical and technical inaccuracies. Internalized thoughts about death and loss. Holly and Bucky are extremely annoying about baseball so if that’s not your thing…

Holly didn’t flinch when the door to the Air Exec office abruptly opened, and she didn’t have to look up from her typewriter to see who pulled up a chair in front of her desk and made himself comfortable.

“Morning, Bucky,” she said.

“It’s a good morning to be a Yankees fan, Holly.”

The first time Major John Egan walked through the office door, restlessness radiated off of him. Holly didn’t understand why he was assigned to Air Exec in the first place. He didn’t seem to either, but he gravitated toward her, initially amazed at how quickly she could type. When the novelty of that wore off, her feverish devotion to the Washington Nationals made him hang around anyway. 

“You’re not even from New York."

“Sure, but who doesn’t love a team that wins?”

She bristled at his gloating. “Being a Nats fan builds character.”

“You know what they say about Washington, first in war, first in peace, and last in the American League.” 

“We’re second this year,” she reminded him. 

Mostly because all of the good baseball players enlisted, including Bucky’s hero Joltin’ Joe DiMaggio, who had enlisted the USAAF earlier that spring. Bucky hoped he’d get assigned to Thorpe Abbotts at some point. Holly figured he’d stay stateside as a fitness instructor.

“Behind the Yankees,” he said.

“We’ll see after tonight’s game.”

“We’ve been wiping the floor with you.”

She scoffed. “Wiping the floor? It’s been pretty even wins.”

“You tell yourself that.”

“Well, we’re gonna win tonight.”

“Wanna bet?” he asked.

The incessant clicking from her typewriter stopped as she lifted her gaze to him. “When the Nationals win tonight, you have to do all of my filing tomorrow.”

“Alright.” He rapped his knuckles against the top of her desk as he considered his wager. “When the Yankees win tonight, you’ll do as much of my paperwork as I can get away with giving you tomorrow.”

Holly stuck out her hand. “Deal.”

Bucky gave it a firm shake. “Looking forward to my day off.”

“I’ll bring a radio to the hardstand tonight. Woody’s gonna be working late on Brady’s fort, so you can eat your words when no one else is around.”

“More like you’ll want Woody to tell you a joke to cheer you up when the Nationals lose again.”

Easy-going Woody was the perfect chaperone. Otherwise unnecessary, considering Holly and Bucky were both adults, but Holly quickly learned that just about everyone at Thorpe Abbotts had an opinion as to what constituted acceptable behavior between a man and a woman. She already had enough people talking about her, anyway.

Colonel Huglin approached, making a beeline for Bucky.

Holly resumed her typing without missing a beat, keys clicking along with the others in the room. “Good morning, Colonel,” Holly greeted.

“Good morning, Sergeant Dean,” he said, kindly enough. “Major Egan, I need to speak with you in my office.”

“‘Course, Colonel.”

“I’ll talk to you later, Major,” Holly said.

Bucky smiled, giving her a nod. “Sure will, Sarge.”

The game was technically at one in the afternoon on the East Coast, but the time difference made it a night game for those listening across the ocean. Unless Bucky got held up by Huglin, she knew he’d be there. He practically had the Yankees’ schedule memorized. 

——

The summer sun wasn’t close to setting by the time the game crept up and Holly made her way to the hardstand. She kept the portable radio tucked securely under her arm while she walked. Silently prayed she wouldn’t somehow trip on the way and smash the radio to pieces just because she wanted to listen to a baseball game.

Woody waved at her in the distance, arm sweeping excitedly through the air. 

“I haven’t seen you all day!” Holly shouted.

“Too long to go without seeing the likes of you!” Woody yelled back.

Woody, of course, being Private Kate Woodward, part of Ken Lemmons’ ground crew and her best friend on base, probably in general, the more she thought about it. Blonde hair in twin braids, green eyes that glistened with determination, grease smudged on her face, and a wrench in hand, Woody was practically the poster girl for the fearless wartime woman, in Holly’s biased opinion.

“What brings you to my humble hardstand?”

“Bucky and I are gonna listen to the Nationals-Yankees game. He has to do my filing tomorrow if the Nats win,” Holly said. 

Woody laughed. “Good luck.” She scratched her forehead, marking her face with another streak of grease. “Just so you know, Brady might be coming out here later.”

“Checking on his fort?”

“I think he doesn’t trust me or something. He’s been coming around almost every day to see how the repairs are going,” Woody said. “I’m certainly not complaining about his company, though.”

“I’m sure.”

“Maybe one of these days he’ll give me a personal tour of his cockpit.”

Holly choked out a laugh, covering her mouth with her free hand. “Woody!”

“Get your head out of the gutter. I’m strictly talking planes here.” Woody grinned. “Your Yankee’s pulling up.”

Bucky parked the jeep next to the women, raising an eyebrow at Holly’s attempts to stifle her giggles. She handed him the radio as she climbed into the passenger seat.

“Hey Woody, how’s it going?” Bucky asked.

“It’s going, Major.”

He nodded toward the plane in question. “Everything coming along okay?”

“Just like Kenny said, it looks a lot worse than it is. It’ll be back in the air in no time.”

“Wouldn’t expect any less from you guys.”

She shook her head, an amused smile on her face. “I oughta get back to it. You have fun doing Holly’s filing tomorrow.”

“Hey, I thought we were friends!” Bucky shouted as Woody jogged away, leaving them to listen to the game. 

Holly took the radio from Bucky, setting it on her lap. “I’ve used this one before,” she said. “It should pick up the station well enough.”

“How’d you get that out here?”

“Said it was your orders.” She smiled, tuning the radio until the boisterous announcer’s voice emerged from the speaker and nearly drowned out Bucky’s laughter. 

“It’s a beautiful afternoon here in the nation’s capital folks! We’ve got the New York Yankees in DC up against the Nationals at Griffith Stadium. Now, the Nats have been down the past two games, but we’re hoping they’ll be able to rally this time around—”

“Is Early the starting catcher?”

“Yeah, pretty sure he is.”

“There’s a National I like.”

“‘Cause he’s the only person who might be chattier than you.”

“It’s one hell of a distraction strategy.”

“You’d know,” she joked, lightly elbowing him in the side.

Jake Early was one of Holly’s favorite players on the Nationals. Not a great hitter, but one hell of a catcher who took to imitating radio announcers and auctioneers or even singing to throw off opposing batters. It was one of the highlights of watching a Nats game in person, in her opinion.

“Have you ever been to a Yankees game?” she asked.

He nodded. “A couple. Listening on the radio is one thing, but seeing them in action? I felt like I got struck by lightning. How about you?”

“I went to a few Nats games every season growing up, but Stan and I went on a lot of dates to home games. One time he nearly broke his hand catching a ball that got hit into our section.”

Bucky shook his head. “What a souvenir, though.”

He knew about Stan. Everyone did. Bucky had the sense to not walk on eggshells if she brought him up. Holly had taken the news better than most people expected. She and Stan had a long discussion about it before he shipped out. Allowed herself to cry at night for a week or so afterward, but pulled herself together and pushed forward. At least, she tried to.

Every now and then, her sailor’s bloated corpse would inevitably be dredged up for curious newcomers to Thorpe Abbotts. Her ears rang with the whispers, always some variation of, ‘Her fiance—Navy, I think—yeah, at Midway—I know—poor girl.’ Stanley Conway’s ghost did little more than serve as an explanation to strangers as to why his former fiance could be…weird was the nicest way someone put it, though a plethora of less than complimentary adjectives had been applied to her and her odd behavior over the past year.

But Bucky liked her. Hung around her even when he wasn’t working in the office. Sometimes her melancholy made him do more of the heavy lifting conversationally. If he minded, he never told her. His friendship made it tough for her to remember to refer to him as Major Egan and not just Bucky, sometimes. Stan would be proud of this Holly, though, the one who made stupid bets on baseball games with an officer. 

Bucky took out his flask, taking a swig before offering it to her. She regretted how quickly she accepted, her throat burning as she shoved it back in his hands.

“What is that?” she hissed.

“Whiskey.”

“That’s not whiskey.” She coughed. “You could put that in the gas tank and drive into town with it.”

“You’ve got the taste of a sailor, that’s what the issue here is. Should’ve joined the WAVES if you wanted rum.”

“I was going to. Stan said he didn’t think it’d be a good idea for us to be in the same branch and all that,” she said. “I kinda wish I had. The Service League is almost better than the Majors right now, especially the Navy league since they got Ted Williams.”

He balked. “You sound just like Crank! And DiMaggio’s in the Army league—he’s one of us!”

“So what? If it’s about who’s the best, Crank’s got a point, Williams can bat 400 no sweat.”

“DiMaggio did during his ‘41 streak.”

“Yeah, during his streak. Williams ended the whole ‘41 season with 406.”

“I was gonna be nice and drive you back after the Nats lose. You can walk, toots,” he half-joked.

“Woody can drive me,” she said, turning to glance behind her. Between the dusk and distance, she couldn’t tell if Brady had made his way out there yet. “I’m staying out here with her, anyway.”

“Want me to hang around?”

“If you want.”

“I’m asking what you want.”

She hummed, slouching back in her seat, a far away expression on her face. “I want the Nats to win.”

Bucky slouched against her, shoulder-to-shoulder. Glanced between her face and the radio a few times, hoping the Nationals would pull off something big for her.

He didn’t pry for details. Wasn’t quite sure how to ask her about it. Part of him was too afraid to know. He was afraid of a lot of things he’d never admit, but the place Holly drifted off to terrified him. So he took it upon himself to get her out of there. He talked about the game. And how he won the bicycles for Buck. And that he was just kidding when he said he wouldn’t drive her back to the womens’ barracks—couldn’t leave her and Woody out by themselves, after all.

Bucky didn't know how much time had passed before Holly finally spoke again.

“Sorry,” she mumbled.

He blinked. “For what?”

“You know.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about. I mean, the Yankees are down bad, and I’m having a ball,” he said. “So you’re apologizing for nothing, doll.” 

He felt like someone poured club soda over his brain when she smiled, brown eyes glimmering gold. His gaze fell to her lips, his tongue darting out between his own for a moment. His shadow fell over her like a blanket as he leaned closer.

“And it’s strike three, you’re out for the Yankees in the top of the ninth!” The announcer’s voice blared through the radio, nearly making him jump in his seat. “That’s the game folks! The Washington Nationals win on their home turf against the New York Yankees—“

“We won! Oh my god, we won!” Holly sat up, nearly knocking the radio off of her lap in her excitement. She landed a few playful punches on his arm. “Take that, Egan!”

He rolled his eyes, smiling nevertheless. “It’s a good thing the Nats don’t win more often, because you’re the sorest winner I’ve ever met.”

“You can dish it out, but you can’t take it. That’s what I’m hearing.”

“Hey, I’m a man of my word. I’ll do your filing tomorrow,” he said, bringing his flask to his lips. “Damn Yankees.”

[perfctvelvet]

hiii!! i have a request, if it’s not too much to ask.

margot robbie smut where her and y/n are exes but not over each other but have to see each other often because they’re doing a movie together. margot thinks she sees y/n flirting with some other actress and gets jealous, y/n realizes and one thing just leads to another.

Margot/Reader Content: mention of break-ups, exes, toxic relationship if you squint, jealousy, angst, smut (18+ only!!!), oral.

A straight face and a closed mouth is the best way to avoid trouble. Minding your own business and looking the other way, helps too. Margot fails in both of those categories however, and she’s afraid she’s gonna do something stupid tonight.

Against the wishes of her agent (and that tiny voice inside of her), she decided to sign onto a new project. It’s not just any project though. Margot is deliberately signed to do this particular movie once she saw who was on the casting list – Y/n. Originally had planned to take some time away from the spotlight and take time for herself after her personal life went to shit. Then she heard through the grapevine about Y/n in talks to star in some movie, and Margot threw her “hibernation” plan out the window. She did a little sweet talking to get her way and she was casted to star alongside her ex. Next thing she knows she was being invited to a pre-production party, one Y/n will be at.

“I want no parts in this!” Her P.A. proclaimed when Margot insisted on going to the party despite Y/n’s presence being known. The mischievousness was written all over Margot’s face. She was going to see Y/n.

It’s been almost two months since their last break-up. Y/n called it their “last and final” break-up, but Margot wasn’t so sure. It wasn’t the healthiest thing to break-up and get back together as much as they did but it had become sort of a routine for them. Margot was just waiting for Y/n to come back to her.

“Nothing is gonna happen,” Margot tries to reassure her assistant. She knows how to appear cool, calm, and collected despite the inside of her head going crazy. If she doesn’t see Y/n for another week she’s going to lose her mind. That’s been her girl for years and she’s not letting her go. Margot Robbie, the little trouble maker she is, is ready to start some shit if she has to.

The scene is not an unusual one for her. Margot and Y/n would always go to each other’s pre- and post-production parties. Y/n said that Margot was her “good luck charm.” This ritual was interrupted when she broke things off with Margot. Ever since she hasn’t gone out. It was a little weird to be back out, but that’s because she didn’t have Y/n on her side. Margot is no stranger to these parties and she knows how to work a room. Her P.A. is getting settled in, greeting some people they know, and some strangers she doesn’t, while Margot’s eyes scan the crowd for Y/n. She’s hard to miss with a face like hers. But in the sea of conversing people Margot doesn’t see her.

“Fuck.”

She feels stupid for coming out now. It’s peak time and there is no sign of her or any one from her team.

“I’m gonna get us drinks. You go do what you gotta do,” her assistant gives her a look that screams “don’t do anything that will end up on TMZ tomorrow.” Margot can’t make any promises depending on what she might see.

She wades through the crowd, eyes moving rapidly around the room as she tries not to look like an idiot or creep. Margot searches for any sign of her girl: her perfume, her laugh, something. These parties are usually never this packed and it feels like the universe is against her for that.

“Damn it.”

Margot feels like giving up until she just so happens to look over her shoulder. She was looking back to see if her assistant was anywhere near, but she instead got a clear shot of the corner of the room. There she was in all her glory, Y/n. But she wasn’t alone. Margot felt her face go warm and her blood pressure spike. Some dickhead was leaning in way too close for comfort. She looked like a loser and not like Y/n’s type at all. Margot then recognized her as some ‘up-and-coming’ actress on the scene. She has seen her work before, and she is talented, but right now she’s enemy number 1.

The worst part was that Y/n was laughing at whatever she was saying.

Y/n didn’t look sad or like she missed Margot at all. She looked beautiful and refreshed. That tiny little voice inside of MArgot that is sometimes able to command her was telling her to leave Y/n alone. Telling her that Y/n is happier without her and that she should go home and find a way to ditch this project. Margot has become an expert in ignoring that voice though. She has time to think later, right now it’s time to act.

Her feet move her towards that little corner in the room. Neither of the two people she is about to confront are aware of her presence until she gets closer and begins to speak.

“You two look cozy.”

Y/n’s face drops and the actress she’s talking to straightens up. Margot is well aware that her presence has the ability to make people turn heads. The woman looked as if she was trying not to fangirl.

“Margot,” Y/n greets her bitterly.

She’s pissed off that she’s here, but she shouldn’t be surprised. She was the first one to know that a last minute role had been filled and Y/n somehow knew that Margot would pop up back in her life. She had to go no-contact with her or else she would end up right back in her bed. It was hard because their lives had become so intertwined after the years; it seemed almost impossible to avoid Margot. She was doing so good though up until this very moment.

“Oh don’t mind me, you two can carry on.”

The look in her eyes told Y/n she was ready to start something at any moment. She used to find it hot when Margot would be possessive over her but right now she feels nothing but embarrassment. She looked down at the ground and wished it would swallow her whole.

“I’m Rachel,” the actress who was going to be on the screen with them sticks her hand out to formally greet Margot, but she just stares at her hand. Y/n felt painfully embarrassed that Margot was willing to risk her reputation over jealousy.

“Rach, I think you should go,” Y/n says suddenly. She gives her a sympathetic look. Rachel doesn’t need another hint that she’s not welcomed right now. She nods her head before scurrying away before any trouble could start.

Margot takes her place but this time she leans in closer than Rachel.

“You’re unbelievable Margot.”

“Why aren’t you returning my calls?” She asks, blatantly ignoring the anger on Y/n’s face.

“We’re not together anymore, remember?”

“Don’t be like that Y/n .”

She crosses her arms and scowls like a pissed off child. She was so angry with Margot, but it’s also been a while since she saw her and somehow she’s gotten cuter. Y/n also had a tiny little voice in her head that talked her out of trouble, but she was more keen on listening to it. For some reason that little voice wasn’t appearing though. It wasn’t telling her to run the opposite way or go find her friends as Margot moved in even closer. She practically had Y/n’s body pinned to the wall. She looks into her eyes for the first time in ages and her knees almost give in. This is why Y/n had to go no-contact with her — she’s never going to be over this woman otherwise.

“You know I miss you right,” Margot Robbie, the smooth-talking trouble maker, places her hand on Y/n’s cheek. She can feel that she’s warm too. She has been so alone since Y/n left so touching her feels like a gift from the heavens. “Miss you so much,” she confesses.

Y/n is speechless. She can’t bring herself to open her mouth and say the exact same thing. She feels frozen in place. It feels like it’s just the two of them in this crowded room.

“Margot,” she manages to choke out. Y/n doesn’t have to say anything else, all Margot wants is to hear her say her name.

It takes one look for her to know she’s a goner. Next thing Y/n knows, she’s being pulled out of the bar, to the parking lot, and into Margot’s car. It’s just the two of them now so she doesn’t have to worry about any judgment from someone who might see them. She missed her too; missed her so damn much. Margot’s not the only one in this relationship with no self-control. Y/n straddles her and forces her lips to hers. Surprisingly Margot doesn’t taste like alcohol, instead she tastes of mint and lemon. Y/n feels so desperate for her, but she can feel Margot’s desperation too.

Margot wraps her arms around her waist and Y/n melts into her. She moans into their kiss, loving how soft Margot’s lips feel against hers. They fit together like a puzzle piece and she began to wonder why she even decided to leave her in the first place. They’re somewhat dysfunctional but they work so well together. Margot’s tongue slides into her mouth and Y/n welcomes her in. Neither of them mean to get so sloppy but desire runs over. Y/n is so lost in their kiss that she leans back against the steering wheel with too much pressure and accidentally honks horn. It makes her yelp and Margot jumps. They both look at each other, Y/n with a horrified look on her face that soon relaxes when she sees the smile on Margot’s face. “Always so clumsy,” she teases her. Y/n smiles back at her before kissing her again. This time Y/n feels her hands move under thigh. Y/n is wearing that cute skirt Margot likes and she wonders if she was expecting to see her tonight. Her bare skin drives him crazy.

“Get in the back,” she demands, which Y/n is more than happy to follow through on.

Her back seat is tiny, but it doesn’t stop them. Margot is way too determined to get Y/n out of that skirt. Y/n doesn’t have a chance to breathe as she pushes her skirt up to find that she’s not wearing any panties. Margot wasn’t unfamiliar with the concept seeing that she would sometimes forgo them if they were going out together and she wanted to be naughty. Margot felt a pang in his stomach because she wondered who Y/n had in mind when she made that decision.

“Someone knew they were getting lucky.”

“Shut up.”

Her embarrassment is quickly replaced by pleasure when Margot lowers herself between her legs and licks her clit. She has been deprived of this honey pot for almost two months, she’s not wasting her time.

“Fuck Margot…baby,” Y/n moans out. It’s like music to her ears and she wants to hear more.

If Margot hadn’t let it be known that she missed her Y/n certainly would’ve felt it in the way she licked her. Margot was like a feral woman eating and drinking for the first time in days. Y/n tasted sweet, like a ripe strawberry in the summertime. Her pussy was so responsive to her too. Margot can feel her clit pulsing against her tongue every time she presses against it. She’s in between teasing her and straight up devouring. Her fingers dig into Y/n’s plush thighs and it makes her squeal.

“That’s it baby,” Y/n encourages Margot to go wild. She always raved about how she loves Y/n’s taste and how loud she can get for her. Someone might be able to hear her, but that’s what makes it so hot. Her hands rake through Margot’s shiny hair before she gets a firm grip on it.

Y/n finds herself grinding against Margot’s face and she just takes it.

“Fuck Margot…your mouth,” she whines almost incoherently.

Her tongue slides across every inch of Y/n’s pussy, making her feel sheer ecstasy. Nothing, and no one, is better than her. Margot’s mouth is so sweet and her hands are skilled. Maybe people would consider her stupid and weak, but her touch alone has Y/n reconsidering the break-up. Only five minutes in and she’s about to reach her peak — no one else can do that to her.

[chirpingfromthebox]

The Frost's Post-game Press Session from 1/2/2024 - BOS at MIN

The Minnesota Frost's post-game press session after their home game with the Boston Fleet on Thu, January 2nd, 2024.

At the table were head coach Ken Klee, and forwards Brooke Bryant and Britta Curl-Salemme.

Transcription is under the break.

[But I didn't bother transcribing one of them, because I don't feel like it, and I don't get paid.]

[Video starts with Ken Klee answering an unknown question.]

KEN KLEE:

Yeah, it’s tough, I mean, obviously we’re- we’ve got players dropping quickly. But I’m proud of our group for finding a way to win. I mean, would have liked to, obviously, had it be the 3 points in regulation, but Boston’s a good team. They’re gonna keep fighting until the end and they did. Luckily we were able to battle it out in overtime and Britta [Curl-Salemme] obviously scored a big goal for us.

Reporter:

What are the official updates? Maddie [Rooney], Taylor Heise, and Grace [Zumwinkle] was during the game.

KEN KLEE:

Yep, so those three are- Well, I know two of them were sick. Then Zummie got hurt so she’s gonna see a doctor tomorrow morning and we’ll see the extent of it. But the other two are just sick. Our team has been battling it. First practice back from Christmas we were missing 7 players and it’s kind of working its way through.

…

Reporter:

And Claire [Thompson] made a great play to set it up.

KEN KLEE:

Yeah, it was a great [???] body by Claire Thompson. I mean, she’s a good defender. When she wants to defend she can do a good job with it. So it’s a really good play by her. Then obviously then up to Kendall [Coyne-Schofield], then Kendall finding Britta to give her some room to be able to make a play.

[I mean, I would hope Thompson was a good defender considering that's her position!]

Reporter:

The powerplays, ended up, I think, 1 for 5. But it- that 1 kind of was the- I know last game you said you wanted to get some more opportunities, was it nice to finally see you cash in tonight with all those chances to not, kind of, go over?

KEN KLEE:

For sure. Just trying to be simple. When we get pucks to the net, good things happen. And it was just a nice shot by Claire and, you know, Brooke McQuigge is right there ready to put in the rebound. So it was a really nice play.

Reporter:

Brooke [Bryant], do you feel like the team, you guys, came into this game knowing that you were going to grind it out with so many players missing?

BROOKE BRYANT:

Yeah, definitely, I think anytime we play Boston we know it’s going to be a physical game. And it’s gonna be all three periods we have to fight through. Sometimes extra [smiles]. But yeah, I think we knew what we were getting into and it was just a matter of fighting through and pushing for each other.

Reporter:

Guys, this virus or whatever it was, just sort of run through the team?

KEN KLEE:

I don’t know. We went on Christmas break we were- well, we had lost two players to injury, but everybody else was pretty much healthy. But then- it’s hard to say. Everyone went their own way and we had players popping up sick like crazy. I know some of them are still battling it, they’re still hard coughing on the bench and all that sort of thing. I think it’s just sort of going through right now and hopefully we can keep getting better.

Reporter:

And you said Grace was hurt?

KEN KLEE:

Yeah, Zum hurt herself. She got hurt in the first period and then went off and, like I said, she’s gonna see a doctor tomorrow and hopefully we’ll have a better evaluation of how long she’s gonna be out for.

[End of Video.]

[delilaahh9]

No Fun

A/N: this is insanely old, I think this has been in my drafts since September, but I figured why not post it because I haven’t in a very long time… my apologies. But this was inspired by the song “No Fun” by Grace Enger, a small artist who I LOVE so go listen to her 😉 I should also have either a new fic or sneak peak of a new series coming soon :)

Cause it’s no fun the way I need you

It’s not fair how you’re okay

It’s no good to need somebody if it doesn’t go both ways

The night after the breakup was terrible, As any breakup is or would be. Whenever she was upset, or angry, or frustrated, she’d go to Luke, but now they are done and she can’t go to him, she always knew how much she needed him and now that he’s gone, it’s like her heart was hit by a truck.

But he didn’t need her and she wasn’t going to stick around if it was only going one way.

Grace lays in her bed crying with her dinosaur stuffed animal pulled up to her chest and the tv playing some sad movie in the background. She was physically aching at the thought of not being able to be wrapped up in his arms ever again.

Ethan came by earlier, it was a little quiet at first, but he got her talking and she remembered she was friends with him long before Luke and she couldn’t lose him too.

She didn’t even touch the soup he left her, she felt bad but she just didn’t have it in her.

Cause it’s no fun staying home from parties

It’s no fun if I see you there

It’s no fun watching you from a distance

“Ethan I said no” she grumbled while taking her pen back. At the moment, they were studying at the rink before he had practice and she had to go to work, but he wanted to try and convince her to come to a party at the soph house tonight.

“Please grace, I swear I’ll keep you two apart but I hate how you don’t go out and have fun anymore”

“I said no” she sighed then looked at the time on her phone “I have to go to work, I’ll see you in class Tomorrow”.

He sat back and sighed as he watched her leave, feeling almost guilty that he would rather make sure she was okay then hang out with his friends, especially if one of those friends is her ex.

7pm

Grace laid in bed, bored out of her mind. Her roommate Alex was at that party. She almost called Ethan, but remembered he was out, then she remembered how badly he wanted her to go, how badly her other friends wanted her to go and god she doesn’t think she could take another day without seeing Luca.

With a big huff and puff, she stood up and headed to her wardrobe to find a pair of jeans, but of course she spotted her Lukes little Caesar’s hoodie, it felt like almost forever ago when she bought it at his first game with that team, she had actually somehow convinced Quinn to buy it for her.

But she pushed past it and grabbed her jeans, throwing them on.

She slipped on her dunks and grabbed her phone, which had many missed texts from Ethan but she put it in her pocket and left.

When she arrived, there was so many people, everyone was back to back, but somehow she could still hear the boys in the kitchen. Standing in a circle was mark, Ethan, Luca and TJ, no Luke in sight so she figured it was a safe bet.

“So who’s getting me a drink” she smiles as she wraps her arms around Luca and mark.

“Gracie!” Luca cheers and pulls her into a hug “hey Kid, how’s your history of rock class going?”

“Amazing, do you listen to queen?”

“dude of course she does, have you seen the cds in her car” mark says and gets his own hug.

“I’m glad you came” Ethan says once she reaches his side, she looked past him once she recognized the curly headed boy.

“mhm” she cleared her throat and looked back to the group.

“I’m gonna get a drink” she says.

“I’ll come with you” mark replies and walks to the cooler, watching Luke in his peripheral’s to make sure they don’t cross paths.

almost her whole night was spent under marks arm, watching Luke from afar.

And it’s no fun if I lose all your friends

They weren’t mine but they kind of were

It’s been 3 months, since the breakup, since that party, since the last time she talked to any of those boys.

They were a big deal in her life, in her family’s life. Her younger brother looked up to Ethan, he’s the reason that he’s done so well in hockey, that he’s made the AAA team.

Eventually, the texts were less frequent, then the calls, then the meetings at Denny’s after a game, win or lose, the boys would go sit there and wait until graces shift ended about 10 minutes after they arrive.

she doesn’t know if she’ll ever get them back, but it better be soon.

[sweetiesicheng]

seventeen - competition

jeonghan x reader

word count : 2,667

-

you were taking a break from training and sat on one of the couches in the living room. with your phone in hand, you were scrolling through social media and saw some posts about other e-sports teams appear on your screen; most of them announcing which teams were going to appear at a competition scheduled for next week in tokyo.

"oh my god! y/n! did you hear?" dino frantically exclaimed. you looked over and saw him make a dash towards you from his desk. "look at this!" he instructed while shoving his phone screen into your view.

you grabbed his phone and looked at what he had on his screen: an online article with the title "#1 in south korea, team fts, announces their participation in the summer sundown festival happening in tokyo, japan next week as a last minute entry."

you sighed, "i'm gonna kill him," you immediately said, staring at dino's phone screen in disbelief. you started scrolling through the article, reading the most important parts before sending the article to your phone.

"did he not tell you?" dino asked, sinking into the couch cushion next to you.

"no, he didn't," you sighed again. "you wanna tell joshua, or should i?" you asked dino as you handed his phone back to him.

"if you wanna call jeonghan, i can go tell coach," dino replied. you nodded in agreement.

both of you got up from the couch and walked in separate directions. dino headed to your coach, who was with the rest of your team while you went onto the balcony of the house you lived in. you closed the door behind you and called jeonghan.

once he answered, you heard him immediately chuckle, "i was wondering when you were gonna call me. this was sooner than i expected."

"i just saw the article. dino just showed it to me," you replied, "what happened to the competition here?" you asked him, crossing one arm across your torso.

"the organizers are horrible. we're playing against people in the league below us, so it's clearly rigged," he explained before sighing, "it's kind of a mess though. we'll be training longer cause of the teams in tokyo."

"hey, jeonghan hyung, come on."

"i'll be downstairs in a minute. start talking with the others about the new thing," jeonghan said to the person that just called for him. it sounded like the8, but you weren’t sure.

"who was that?" you asked.

"oh, it was the8,” he confirmed. “hey, call me when you're done. i gotta go," he said to you.

you hummed in response, "i will.”

"love you."

"you wish i loved you."

"hey, don't do this—"

you hung up, laughing at what you did before receiving a text message from jeonghan, who was upset. you texted him back before going inside.

"y/n, is it true?" jun asked you as you closed the door behind you.

you nodded, "yea, just confirmed it with him."

mingyu groaned and sat back in his chair, "you have got to be kidding me."

"tonight, you guys need to go through their battles from the last competition," joshua said to everyone else. "we'll need to start planning tomorrow morning. let's just go through what we have right now."

"sounds good," vernon spoke up, putting his headphones on.

you walked to your seat that was next to dino's before loading the game up on your computer screen.

-

days later and you were in japan. you spent the first day walking around and exploring since the day after was the day of the gaming festival.

"woah, this place is nice," dino said as you guys were taken to your team's designated waiting room.

as everyone set their things down, you opened a bottle of water and started drinking from it.

"please let a staff member know if you need anything," the staff member who was with you said before leaving the room, closing the door behind them.

"who's playing the first round again?" mingyu asked before vernon handed him his phone. "oh, thanks."

"i'm gonna grab some more waters for us," you said to everyone.

"don't take too long. we need to watch all of the matches," jun said to you.

"i won't. it'll only take a second," you replied and set your own water down. you left the waiting room and went down the hall to find an area with snacks and drinks.

"do you need something?" a staff member asked you when they noticed you.

"just some waters, please," you requested. "can i just get a whole case actually?" you asked.

they nodded, "of course."

another staff member grabbed a case of water and handed it to you.

"thank you," you replied and managed to pick the case up. you started walking back to the waiting room and saw familiar faces being guided to their waiting room.

"y/n!" dk immediately yelled as he noticed you first.

"oh, hi," you greeted as jeonghan approached you.

"need some help?" he asked you.

"no."

"you do? okay," he said and took the case of water from your hands.

"jeonghan, we need to go," s.coups said to him.

"jeonghan, i'm fine," you said and tried to take the case from him.

"i'll be back in a second," jeonghan said to them before walking away from his team.

you sighed and looked at their captain, "sorry."

s.coups laughed, "it's fine. see you later.”

"see you later," you smiled before following jeonghan down the hall. "yoon jeonghan, you're going the wrong way."

you caught up to him as he looked at you, "can we take a detour so i can be with you longer? i haven't gotten to see you in like two weeks."

you rolled your eyes, "no. i have battles to watch, and you have a team to coach," you said to him and started walking in the direction to the waiting room. once you got there, you opened the door for jeonghan, "put it on the table and leave."

"you're so mean to your boyfriend," jeonghan pouted as he did what was instructed. the guys looked at him as he walked in.

"oh, jeonghan. nice to see you," joshua greeted. the two coaches greeted each other with a handshake.

"y/n, isn't there a rule about fraternizing with the enemy at competitions?" mingyu asked you.

"you're just saying that cause he's here," you replied before grabbing jeonghan and pushing him out of the room. "bye."

"wanna get dinner later?" jeonghan asked as he stood in the hallway, holding the door open despite you trying to close it.

"maybe. bye," you said and closed the door on him before locking it.

"you know, jeonghan's right. you are being mean to him," jun said to you.

"can we not? we have a competition to win," you said to your captain and crossed your arms.

-

"that battle was way too long," vernon complained as you and your team walked back into the waiting room. you had just won against one of the teams from japan.

"seriously," mingyu said and grabbed a bag of chips from the table.

"y/n, is your hand okay?" jun asked you as you grabbed your brace for your wrist from your backpack.

"it's fine. i just tweaked it during the last raid," you said and took your jacket off to cool off. you put the brace on and sat down next to dino on a couch.

"it's already bothering you? will you be okay for the rest of the competition? we have three more battles for sure and two more if we make it all the way to the finals," dino asked in concern.

"i have to be fine. who else are we gonna get to substitute for me?" you replied.

"i mean, there was that time i tried playing as two people."

"dino, you died in an instant."

-

"and here we have it. the long awaited battle between south korea's fts and south korea's sector:17. both of them are strong teams within the e-sports community. don't you agree, hoshi?" one of the commentators spoke.

"i definitely agree with you on that, seungkwan. both of these teams are powerful within the community. fts is definitely the top team in this community, so it'll be interesting to see how sector:17 overcomes this later today," the other commenter said. "let's look at the stats of both teams and see what could happen in this final battle."

"hoshi knows stuff about the game?" vernon questioned as he sat down with a snack in his hand.

"guess woozi finally taught him some stuff," you replied while massaging your wrist.

"hey, you guys feel good?" joshua asked as he walked into the room. "here's coffee," he said, handing you a cup.

"thanks," you replied, "do you think they're going to use that new strategy today?" you asked.

"probably. they probably want to wear us out with it for the first part," vernon replied.

"hey, vernon, go wake up everyone else. they need to eat before we leave," joshua instructed. vernon nodded and got up while joshua took his spot on the couch next to you. "have you talked to jeonghan?" he asked you.

"not really. didn't want to get in trouble with the league," you replied, "just that date we went on the other night."

"according to s.coups, he's been more irritating," joshua mentioned, "you should see him before the competition starts."

you shrugged, "maybe. i just don't want to get distracted either."

"understandable," joshua replied to you, "but you know how he gets, which means all of them are probably annoyed at him for sulking."

"they'll get over it. they always do," you replied and looked over when you heard someone walk into the room. "good morning, sleeping beauty," you said to mingyu as he headed to the table.

"i'm handsome, thank you," mingyu sarcastically replied as he grabbed a coffee cup off of the table. "thanks, shua."

"no problem," joshua replied. "eat a bit more. don't want to get too hungry later," he said to you before getting up and heading into the hall, "guys! wake up!"

-

a few hours later, and you're about to leave for the last battle between your team and fts. you took your brace off your wrist and put it back in your backpack.

"you good, y/n?" jun asked you. you nodded and walked over to everyone, who were waiting by the door. "let's go," he said and dino opened the door for everyone.

a staff member guided all of you to the entrance to the stage. you waited until someone instructed you to go on stage.

you walked onto the stage following jun; the others following behind you. fans were cheering everywhere from the audience. you walked to where the computers were set up, seeing the game loaded up on screen. you sat down in your seat and got ready to play.

"okay, let's do this!" mingyu yelled into his microphone.

"hey! not too loud. you're gonna blow my ears out, and then i won't be able to use these headphones anymore," dino whined at your teammate.

you looked over to your side and saw the other team getting ready. wonwoo looked over at you, as if he sensed you looking at him. he looked back at jeonghan, who also looked over at you. he gave you a smile, and you gave him a smile back before looking at the computer screen.

"alright guys," joshua said to all of you, "let's use the new strategy for the first round."

"got it."

"okay."

-

after two matches, the score was one-to-one. you were in the last match, waiting to get resurrected after dying to one of woozi's attack.

"okay, push through!" jun yelled.

"mingyu, come here," vernon instructed.

mingyu groaned, "shit. i died," he huffed out. "y/n, can you cover him?" he asked you.

"hang on, five more seconds and i'll follow," you said as you watched the screen.

"i got one down!" dino exclaimed.

"okay, i'm back," you announced to your team, "i'm coming to you, vernon. hold off if you can."

"i'm almost out of health," vernon mentioned.

"dino, i'm coming to you. use your shield," jun instructed.

"you got it."

you continued moving and reached vernon, who had barely any health left. you killed a few monsters that were on the screen and then you saw s.coups's character appear on the screen.

"shoot, i don't know where the8 went," vernon mentioned. "mingyu, are you back?" he asked as you started attacking s.coups's character.

"yep, i am. coming towards you," mingyu replied.

"all of them are by us. y/n, come here," jun said and you started moving again. you found jun and dino's characters and started attacking the8 and dk with dino while jun fought woozi.

"need backup?" vernon asked.

"we're fine. stay there," jun immediately replied. "come on...yes! okay, woozi's down."

"the8's down," dino said, "so is dk."

"s.coups and wonwoo are retreating. should we follow?" you asked, looking at the map.

"yea, keep going. mingyu, vernon, push through and get to us," jun instructed.

"we're coming," mingyu said.

you followed jun with dino behind, killing any monsters that appeared on screen. eventually, you reached the base and started attacking s.coups and wonwoo while dino was dealing with the base. a few seconds later, and mingyu joined you and jun. vernon helped dino with the base.

"they're resurrecting in twenty seconds," dino mentioned while attacking the base as quickly as possible.

"come on, come on. use your attack, y/n. our health is fine," jun instructed you. you used your character's special attack, which lowered everyone's health around you. then, you started hitting wonwoo's character and killed him quickly since his health was quite low.

"wonwoo's out," you announced.

"the base is almost down," vernon mentioned.

"we have fourteen seconds until they're back," you said, glancing at the top of the screen. "hurry."

"my health is low. mingyu, help," jun said.

"hang on."

"ten, nine, eight..." you started counting off while attacking s.coups, "seven, six, five, four-"

"we destroyed it!" dino yelled out.

"okay, finish all of them off," jun instructed right as mingyu killed s.coups.

the rest of the characters came back to life and you started attacking dk. eventually, wonwoo's character came back as well and your team killed off all of them.

"yes!"

the crowd had been cheering the whole time but you didn’t notice how loud they were until your team won. you got up from your chair and hugged dino, who was the closest to you before hugging everyone else.

you and your team started doing your victory ritual of jumping in a circle and singing a song. joshua joined in after being backstage since the beginning of the match.

after celebrating, your team went to the center of the stage where the other team was.

"you guys did good," s.coups said to jun.

"not bad yourself," jun replied.

"hey, wonwoo, let's play together some time," mingyu said to wonwoo.

"oh sure. that'd be great," wonwoo said to mingyu.

"y/n! you did great!" dk said to you.

"yea, seriously. during the second round? that was crazy," woozi said to you.

"i'm glad we won that round. i was scared there for a bit," you said to them with a laugh.

then, you were pulled away by someone and turned to see jeonghan.

"good job." you felt him kiss your forehead.

"you're just saying that to be nice to me," you said to him while wrapping your arms around him.

"i am nice, unlike you," he said as he put his arms around you, "and don't forget, we won the last competition."

you rolled your eyes, "you're annoying, you know that?"

"i know i am,” he admitted. “congratulations," he said to you before kissing your lips.

confetti continued to fall, the crowd kept cheering, and you felt like the best in the world.

[yeowangies]

Submissive

GOKU | Vegeta | Raditz

❧

PAIRING: Goku/Reader RATING: Explicit CONTENTS: Explicit Sexual Content, Porn Without Plot, Dom/Sub Undertones, Power Play, Pegging. WORDCOUNT: 2291

Summary:

Goku has a way of atoning for his sins (those sins include being gone for months at a time), and that usually involves him doing whatever you ask of him without too much protest when he’s around. Most of the time at least. But that’s how you know there’s a submissive side to him that a lot of people don’t know about. So he doesn’t shy away when you suggest trying something different that night.

Notes:

I'm writing this for myself because there's not a lot of pegging fics if you ask me so I'm taking one for the team. I know this is not everyone's cup of tea but if you don't like, don't read.

I was gonna post all three chapters on March 8 but I just wanna start posting them now so, I'll post one tomorrow and the last one the day after.

As always, I proofread this quickly so there might be some grammar mistakes.

Goku has a way of atoning for his sins (those sins include being gone for months at a time), and that usually involves him doing whatever you ask of him without too much protest when he’s around. Most of the time at least. But that’s how you know there’s a submissive side to him that a lot of people don’t know about. So he doesn’t shy away when you suggest trying something different that night. He obviously doesn’t know what ‘pegging’ is, but after you explained it to him simple enough so he can understand, he just shrugs and accepts happily before asking what’s for dinner. 

You’re content with yourself because that has been even easier than you imagined. 

“So, Goku,” You start, sitting next to him on the bed. “You understand what we’re doing tonight, right?”

“Yeah, I guess so,” He nods eagerly, already taking off his pants and discarding them on the floor. 

He’s only in his boxers now, and you’re already naked underneath your shirt, the lube and the strap laying on the mattress, ready to be used any minute. You have to check with him again, just to make sure he’s okay with what you’re going to do.

“You can tell me to stop anytime if you don’t like it.”

“Okay,” He shrugs and smiles sweetly. “I don’t think I will, though.”

You return his smile and lean closer to kiss him on the lips. Goku is so sweet, you want to just eat him sometimes. He wraps his arms around your waist naturally, pulling you closer as the kiss gets deeper, his tongue darting out to trace your bottom lip. 

When his hands start grabbing your waist and hips more urgently, you know you have to pull away before he forgets about your initial plan. You break off the kiss, pulling back just as he leans in, clearly entranced and wanting more. You chuckle, pecking him on the lips one last time before sitting further back. He pouts but lets you go.

“Lie down,” You gently instruct him, watching him carefully as he does as told.

Goku still has his underwear on, so you crawl closer to him and hook your fingers on the waistband to drag them down his legs and off. It makes you grin when you see he’s already half hard; he doesn’t exactly know what’s going to happen yet he seems excited about it. His expectant smile also seems to be telling the same thing. You put on the strap-on then, sliding it up your legs and fastening the buckles while he watches you intensely. 

“You’re putting that inside me?” He asks you curiously.

“Yeah, is that okay?”

He sits up on his elbows, taking glances between his own cock and the dildo attached to the strap before nodding. The dildo was a lot smaller than his dick and not even as long, but you don’t need more than the size you’re wearing for the first time. If you find that sensitive spot inside him, that should be enough.

You lean down to kiss his lips again, softly this time, as you settle comfortably between his legs. You trail your lips down his jaw, focusing on nipping the crook of his neck, earning a low groan from him, before continuing your journey downwards. Pressing gentle kisses all over his chest and abdomen until you reach his hips, his cock is already hard and standing at attention once your mouth is just inches away. 

Pressing your hands to his thighs to open them wider, you kiss the head of his dick before licking at the slit. Goku groans, his gaze fixed on your every move as you don’t waste time to take him into your mouth. It’s not your intention to make him come yet, so you take your time, slurping and dragging your tongue on the underside to rile him up just a little. His hips snap upwards into your mouth, and you pop off him after a moment as he grunts in protest. 

Grabbing the bottle of lube, you pour a generous amount on your fingers and press your index to his entrance as you watch his face for any sign of discomfort. He frowns and lets out a gasp, but doesn’t complain once as your finger pushes in, and you slowly and carefully thrust in and out until it’s fully inside him.

“You okay?” You ask him, running your other hand up and down his thigh.

“Yeah…” Goku replies, voice breathy.

“How does it feel?”

“It’s weird…”

“Do you wanna keep going?”

He nods, and you squeeze his side in appreciation. 

You cautiously slide in another finger, and this time, he practically cries out. You freeze momentarily, but he doesn’t tell you to stop. Mindful about his reaction, you pull your digits back before pushing in again, and his whole body shudders. After a while, you ease in another finger, another groan slipping from his lips as he gets used to the stretch before you start scissoring them.

Trying to look for that spot inside him that’s supposedly pleasant for men, your digits curl inside him a couple of times until his body tenses up. Goku lets out an incredibly loud moan that makes you gape at him. 

“What was that?” He pants, looking at you with confused and surprised eyes.

“It’s… a spot that men have that’s supposed to feel good.” You reply, simplifying the answer for him, and to avoid the word ‘prostate’ altogether. “Did it feel good?”

“Yeah…” He swallows loudly before nodding. “Weird, but good.”

You curl your fingers in that same spot again, and his thighs shiver. 

“I suppose Saiyans have it too, then.” You smile, victoriously.

When you pull out your fingers after a moment, ready to put the toy inside him, Goku protests, sitting up on his elbows once again to stare at you. 

“Is it over already?” He asks, clearly alarmed that you stopped when he’s still visibly turned on. 

“No,” You snicker, nestling closer and leaning down to kiss him briefly on the lips. “I’ll make you feel good, don’t worry.”

Your words seem to reassure him enough, so he lays back down, letting you keep going with your initial plan. Coating the dildo with lube, you gazed at Goku carefully.

“Get on all fours?” You ask, hesitantly. 

He looks at you as your words sink in before nodding, quickly rolling over and getting on his hands and knees in front of you. It’s difficult not to stare then; Goku’s body is truly a sight to behold. You feel a little weird because you’re so used to admiring his chiseled chest and abdomen, but his behind was just as defined. Your hands settle on his shoulder blades, feeling his hardened skin as you trail downwards, stopping at the spot where his tail used to be. You skim through it delicately, and he groans softly, his body jolting; that particular spot has always been sensitive and you have the opportunity to use that knowledge in your favor right now. 

Giving his ass a squeeze lastly before getting on your knees, you guide the dildo towards his entrance, pressing the tip in slowly. Goku gasps, head dropping, as you hold his hips firmly while pushing inside him, inch by inch. 

“Oh, fuck!” He groans, and you stare at the back of his head with wide eyes. Goku curses sometimes, especially during sex, but he said the word with such feeling you put your moves to a halt.

“Are you okay? Do you want me to stop?” You ask him softly, leaning down over his back.

“No! It’s weird but it’s not bad and… I wanna try, for you…” He says quietly, and you’re about to tell him he doesn’t have to do anything for you, but he goes on before you can speak. “You said this will feel good, so…”

“Okay.” You ran a hand up and down his spine reassuringly.

You move your hips once more, pushing the rest of the dildo inside him. Goku keeps making bold noises, like the stretch is bothering him; so you focus on the furry scar on his lower back, rubbing it with your thumb gently. He cries out then, whole body trembling. You smile; you do recognize that reaction, at least he doesn’t feel so tense anymore. Once you’re fully sheathed, you still move your finger to distract him as he gets adjusted to having basically a dick inside him. 

“I’m gonna move now.” You tell him, moving your thumb away from his lower back to grip his hip. 

“O-okay…” His voice is a little hoarse, but you try not to worry after what he said.

Easing him into the experience, you slowly pull back a little before pushing back in, trying to make his body get used to being stretched. Goku grunts and gasps with every move, but after a beat, you notice the slide gets significantly easier, and the noises he makes decrease in volume. 

You try to aim for that sweet spot you reached inside him earlier, so you shift behind him, your hips angling differently as you move slowly into him until Goku suddenly moans again and his body shudders. You smile, happy to have found it again, and stroke it again to test your thrusts; he drops from his hands to his elbows as a breathy groan slips his lips. 

Encouraged by the sounds he’s making, you pull back more before pushing back inside him with a little more force. He moans again, low and deep, and it’s one of the sexiest sounds that he ever let out. You move against him again, slightly rougher, and his body jumps forward, almost as if you have shoved him. 

“Fuck!” He cries out again.

You stare at the back of his head, amazed. Too bad you can’t see his face from this position, but the noises he makes, his voice, and his cursing are doing things to you, you can feel it in that warmth pooling in your tummy. 

“Please touch me…” Goku says, begs, and your insides tingle. 

Leaning over, you try to keep the same even pace you had set while you reach around him to grip his erection. You stroke his cock languidly, smearing the precum he’s leaking before pumping it in time with your thrusts. 

“Fuck! Son of a-” He doesn’t finish the sentence as he presses his face to the mattress.

You’re not sure if you ever heard him curse as much and besides turning you on, it’s amusing you a little bit. 

Goku is completely lost in the pleasure you’re giving him; he keeps moaning and babbling against the sheets as you keep on moving inside him, persistently stroking his sweet spot and jerking him off at the same time. You run your free hand up and down his chest, pressing a kiss in between his shoulder blades, when he speaks again.

“Faster…” He says quietly, but you heard it loud and clear.

You’re just a human, but you plan on doing your best for Goku, especially because he keeps making those wonderful noises, and his body keeps shivering under your touch; you want to make him feel as good as possible.

Shifting behind him to get better leverage, you hold onto his hip with one hand as you slam into him as fast and as hard as you can. He lets out a dragged out groan as your hand keeps stroking his dick, and his breathing gets increasingly more ragged the more you snap your hips against his ass. He’s gripping the sheets tightly, knuckles turning white, and his cock is dripping even more precum. 

“Are you gonna come?” You ask softly.

“Soon…” Goku gasps against the bed. “Please don’t- ah, stop…”

Your heart flutters. You don’t think you’d enjoy seeing him like this this much. 

Soon enough, his body tenses up and he cries out, his cock throbbing in your hand as he comes, spilling cum onto your sheets and your hand. A growl rumbles in his chest as you help him ride out his orgasm, pumping his dick, making his hips snap forward. You slow down the moves of your hips, sliding the toy carefully inside him until his body finally stills. 

As you pull out, Goku slumps onto the bed, completely spent. He’s panting, and you watch him attentively as you reach for a tissue by the nightstand to clean your hand. 

“Goku? Are you okay?” You ask him, leaning over him as you caress his back with your hands. 

“Uh-huh… ” He mumbles against the sheets, and you chuckle contently.

You quickly get rid of the strap-on, tossing it on the floor and ignoring the uncomfortable slickness between your legs. Laying beside him, you press a kiss to his shoulder, moving your hand up and down his back to soothe him.

“Did you like it?”

“Yeah…”

“Good.” You kiss his shoulder again, pressing your body closer. “Would you like to do it again sometime?”

“Yeah!” He replies more enthusiastically, with his face still against the sheets, making you giggle.

The wind is knocked out of you when Goku suddenly rolls over and practically tackles you against the bed. You gape at him as he basically pins you down, chortling triumphantly over you. Your cheeks turn red when he moves downwards, grinning smugly as he positions himself in between your legs, opening them up with his hands to expose your folds to him. You don’t try to stop him, you both know how wet you are, and you don’t try to be quiet when he starts kissing the inside of your thighs, trailing his lips closer to where you need him the most. 

[multifandomfanficss]

More Than I’m Willing To Lose Part 1

Adrian Chase/Vigilante x Reader

Featuring platonic!11th Street Kids

Adrian Chase Masterlist

Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Prompt: After Project Butterfly, ARGUS decided to make some new additions to the team. You and Adrian have been secretly, hopelessly in love with each other for a year now, but are unaware of the other person’s feelings. Tired of waiting for Adrian, you decide to go on a date with someone else that doesn’t end very well. This is Adrian x GN!Reader.

Warnings: Reader injury, mentions of vomit, gun violence, panic, hospitals, cannon typical Peacemaker violence and language

A/N: So funny story…I’ve actually had the first two chapters of this in my drafts since last August because I was afraid if I posted them I would never finish the fic. A year later I actually wrote two more chapters, even though this was originally only supposed to be three parts. The chapters are done, but are still going through some proofreading and light changes. I’m gonna post a chapter once a week. The original concept for this story was to write what I called at the time “the ultimate hurt/comfort”. The concept I started with was based on an episode of Criminal Minds, but it expanded overtime. I hope you guys enjoy!! ❤️🧜‍♂️❤️

You were happily kicking your feet back and fourth at the table waiting to be let go from the debriefing. After everything went down with the butterflies, ARGUS decided it would be best to expand their small Evergreen team. You were the first addition. They had planned on adding more, but after a year you were still waiting on a big enough mission to present itself for you to be assigned more muscle. Truth be told Harcourt, Adebayo, Vigilante, and Peacemaker could handle themselves. You were great help in the van when Economos needed it. An extra hand was always needed on computers and medical needs. You weren’t a fighter, but you still found your place on the team.

“What are you so happy about?” Adebayo asked in a chipper tone.

“I have a date tonight.” You say blushing. You hadn’t been on a date in a long time. Truth be told, you were holding out for a certain team member of yours, but you feared Adrian would never get the hint and ask you out, let alone even have feelings for you, so you were doing your best to move on. He sat up a little straighter in his chair and stayed uncharacteristically quite, but you didn’t really notice. You were preoccupied by thoughts about your date and questions from your teammates.

“You got a date? Who would wanna date you?” Chris laughs. You roll your eyes.

“A really hot guy! Who’s much cooler and better look than you!” You laugh back at him. You know he’s just teasing, but you can’t help, but feel just a little hurt. You push down the feeling.

“Where did you two meet?” Leota asks.

“At a bar. He walked up to me and we started talking. It was mostly about work, but I didn’t mind listening to him. His job sounded super interesting.” You tell them.

“What do you mean you talked about work? Your job is a secret.” Adrian finally spoke up.

“Well he actually did most of the talking. He doesn’t actually know anything about computers so I just rambled on about coding. He thinks I work as a computer specialist at Best Buy.” You laugh. Adrian’s face stays deadpan.

“What does he do for work?” He asks.

“He’s a lawyer, I think. I don’t know. I can’t really remember what kind of law he specializes in.” You say, hoping to end the conversation. His eyes bore into you.

“Well that’s very exciting and I hope you have fun, but not too much fun. We have to all have to be here at 9am tomorrow.” Harcourt reminds the team. Everybody groans. The meeting ends and you start walking to your car, but Adrian stops you.

“I don’t think you should go on that date.” Adrian starts.

“And why not?” You ask.

“I just have a bad feeling. I don’t think this guy is who he says he is. You barely know anything about him! What if he’s some sort of criminal?!” Adrian begs you to not go on the date. You can’t help, but begin to bubble with anger. This is the first date you’ve gone on in over a year thanks to Adrian and he doesn’t want you to go on this one and the only reason he can pull out of his ass is his stupid intuition? No. You’re going on that fucking date.

“I’m not who I say either. Does that make me dangerous? I appreciate your concern, but I’m going on the date, Adrian.” You say, before leaving him in the parking lot.

Maybe you should have listened to him. The date was nice, but if you were being honest you did feel like he was hiding something. You pushed down the feeling though because you knew you were hiding something too.

Your date Jack was nice enough. He paid for the date and walked you home. It wasn’t until you got home that you felt not just uneasy, but scared. You were walking up the stairs to your door when you heard a clicking noise. You worked around guns enough to know exactly what that sound was. You slowly turned around to confirm your suspicions.

“What are you doing?” You ask.

“Shut up. I’m the one asking the questions.” Jack says. You nod, feeling your breath catch in your throat. It isn’t often you’ve found yourself in trouble like this, but on the rare occasion this did happen your team was always there to keep you safe. Adrian was always there to keep you safe. A tear slipped down your cheek at the thought of Adrian. He told you not to go on this date and you didn’t listen to him. Now you were never going to see him again. “Where is the Task Force X headquarters?” He asks.

“What?” You ask.

“Come on, dumbass! I know you’re on their team. You’re going to tell me everything you know, including who Vigilante is and what you’re currently working on and you’re going to tell me quickly or else you’ll never see your team again.” He rambled, stepping closer, gun pointed at you.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” You cry and play dumb.

“You should really get better security on your home computers. Your computers at work are fine, but the second you got home and pulled out your little laptop, you were mine.” That’s when you stop dead in your tracks. You always do your work from headquarters. Always. Except for the day you worked from home sick.

“I don’t really need you. I could just take your laptop. I just thought this would be more fun. After all, the thrill came entirely from stringing you along. Burglary isn’t really my style and I didn’t really feel like taking the time to hack into your laptop. You were so eager to go out with me too. I barley had to ask.” He laughs before pulling the trigger. You feel a sharp pain in your shoulder and you fall to the ground with a scream, at least you think you screamed. You can’t hear anything over the ringing in your ears. You can’t move. All you can do is cry. You feel hands all over you, searching your pockets. Your keys are taken from you as you watch Jack break into your house. As quickly as he’s in, he’s out, laptop in hand. He’s got what he needs and now he’s going to leave you to die. The ringing starts to go down and you start to feel hands on your body again. You try to move, but cry out in pain. You clench your eyes shut in both fear and pain.

“Please don’t touch me. Please. Please get away from me. Please don’t hurt me anymore” You beg. You don’t know who is above you, but you just hope it isn’t Jack or whoever he may be working with.

“Shhh it’s gonna be okay. I’m here. It’s me. It’s Adrian.” You hear his calming voice and you open your tear stained eyes to see him above you in his Vigilante suit. Your steady stream of tears turns into sobs. You hear footsteps approaching quickly and you start to hyperventilate.

“Peacemaker!” Adrian calls over his shoulder. When you realize it’s just Chris you calm down a little. “We need to get them help.” Adrian says, voice quivering.

“What happened?” Chris asks in shock.

“You were right.” You cry out, taking a deep breath. “I shouldn’t have gone on the date. You were both right. Who would want to go on a date with me? I should have known.” You hiccup through your cries. Chris stiffens.

“Hey, don’t talk like that! We need to go get them help.” Adrian says. You let go of any tears you were previously holding back.

“Please don’t leave me!” You cry. Adrian weaves one hand through your hair and the other holds your cheek as he lightly brushes his thumb across your skin.

“I promise I’ll never leave you. Peacemaker’s gonna go get my car.” Adrian promises.

“I am?” Chris asks.

“Yes, you are dude.” Adrian says, tossing him his keys. Chris runs a couple blocks to the car.

“I’m sorry.” You whine after your sobs subside a little.

“Why are you sorry?” Adrian asks.

“I didn’t listen to you. I should have listened to-“

“No, it’s okay. It’s not your fault.” Adrian cuts you off. Your eyes start to feel heavy.

“Hey, stay with me. Stay awake.” He shakes you lightly.

“I’m so tired. Adrian, I’m so scared. Am I going to die?” You ask him. You think you might faintly hear the car pulling up.

“No, I’m not going to let that happen. Peacemaker’s here. We’re going to take you to the hospital. This is going to hurt, okay?” Adrian asks. You nod and brace yourself, but when he picks you up you don’t think you could have prepared yourself for that kind of pain. You scream and grip his arms, chest, neck- anything you can hold onto.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” Adrian rambles out a spew of apologies. Chris hits the gas pedal as soon as you are in the back seat with Adrian.

“I feel like I’m gonna be sick.” You whine.

“It’s okay. You can get sick if you need to. I won’t be upset with you.” Adrian secretly cringes at the thought of you throwing up in his car, but he knows you can’t help it.

“Actually can you try to hold it in because if you get sick, I’ll get sick and I can’t drive and throw up.” Chris requests. Adrian gives him a death glare from the rear view mirror. The two speed to the only hospital they know they can go to, the hospital they all went to after the final fight with the butterflies. The staff is less than happy to see Vigilante and Peacemaker walk back in, but they already know what the two men look like under the mask and the helmet, so it was the safest place to go. When you arrive you’re immediately placed on a bed and rolled away.

“No, I need him! Please!” You scream as you’re hauled away from Adrian. You don’t know wether to call him Adrian or Vigilante because your consciousness is slipping and you can’t remember what he’s dressed as, you just know you need him by your side. The nurses hold you down.

“Don’t move. You’re going to make things worse. He’ll be in the waiting room until you’re out of surgery.” The nurse promised. It broke Adrian’s heart to hear you cry for him and not be able to run to you, but he knew if he interfered that it would only take them longer to help you. The truth was he was scared too. He had never been this scared before. He had never felt like this in his life. He realized he was now also on the verge of throwing up.

“They’re gonna be fine.” Chris promised, placing a had on Adrian’s shoulder. He wasn’t 100% confident, but Adrian didn’t need to know that.

By the time you woke up, the whole team was there and Adrian was in his street clothes again. You saw everyone standing outside the waiting room talking while Adrian slept in a chair with his head against your mattress. You couldn’t really understand what they were saying so you just tuned them out. Instead you focused on Adrian’s breathing and his soft messy curls. You traced each curl with your eyes to calm yourself.

Outside your room the team was talking about you and, little did you know, Adrian.

“I’ve never seen him like this before. I’ve never seen him care so much about someone.” Chris starts.

“I thought he didn’t have emotions.” Economos questions.

“Everyone has emotions, even Adrian.” Adebayo added.

“It’s true. I’ve seen him cry before.” Harcourt added her two cents. They all give her a look.

“But can we at least agree he’s being MORE emotional than usual?” Economos asks. They all nod.

Back in the room you decide to start playing with Adrian’s hair. He jolts awake, only to realize it’s just you and he relaxes into your fingers. He then fully realizes it’s you again and practically jumps out of his seat.

“You’re awake! I’m so thankful that Peacemaker and I were patrolling that area and heard the gun shot. Never do anything like that to me ever again!” Adrian exclaims.

“I’m sorry.” You apologize.

“Don’t be sorry. Just don’t do it again.” Adrian sighs, taking your hand in his. The rest of the team must have heard your conversation because they start to shuffle in.

“Hey, kid.” Chris says softly. You always hated that nickname when you started to work with the team, but you had grown to love it. It was given to you because you were the youngest on the team. You were a few years younger than Adrian making you over 10 years younger than Chris.

“How are you feeling?” Adebayo asks.

“Not so hot.” You make an effort at a laugh. You grip Adrian’s hand a little tighter unintentionally and he gives your hand back a squeeze to remind you he’s there. It’s hard to feel all of the spotlight on you. You can’t help, but feel like you’ve fucked up badly. John shifts uncomfortably where he stands.

“I’m gonna head back the van. I’ll be on coms when you get what you need.” Economos starts to head out.

“What do you need?” You ask.

“Could you give us some privacy?” Harcourt asks for the room. Chris and Adebayo leave to stand outside the door. Adrian reluctantly stands up, but you don’t let go of his hand. It’s embarrassing how you hear your heart monitor increase at the thought of him leaving you again. Harcourt must sense or literally hear your panic, despite trying to keep it down.

“Chase can stay if you want.” She says. You nod and he sits back down. Your heartbeat falls into a steady pace when he starts to rub his thumb against your hand.

“I need to ask you a few questions. They might be kind of hard to answer, but it‘s very important you answer them to keep yourself and the rest of us safe. You can take a break at any time.” She tells you and you nod. The first questions she asked were about Jack’s appearance. It was easy to describe hair color, but when you had to go more into detail it almost felt like you were back there with him. Your heart monitor increased again. You felt a tear slip down your cheek. You avoided looking at Adrian. You should have listened to him when he told you not to go on the date. You then went into detail on what he was looking for and what he asked you. By the end you were crying so hard you could barely get out the words.

“I think they should take a break.” Adrian told Harcourt.

“No, I have to keep going.” You told him.

“No, you don’t (Y/N). You can take a break.” She tells you.

“I have to keep going. It was my fault. First I didn’t check to make sure my connection was secure on my laptop and then I went on a date with him even though you said I shouldn’t. I should have believed you and Chris. Why would a guy like me? It’s my fault. He said I made it easy.” You cry.

“It’s not your fault. Chris was just being an asshole. You are worthy of attention from guys. It’s not your fault you try to see the best in people. Hell, I wonder what you see in me and why you’re my friend everyday.” Adrian says. Truth be told you see much more in Adrian than you’ve ever told him. You think you might love him, but you know you can’t say that. You can’t handle the rejection right now.

“I’m going to go out to the van. I think John’s got something.” She informs you. You forgot they were wearing coms and you weren’t. It was odd to not have their voices in your ear.

After everyone is gone you look back to Adrian.

“Hey Adrian, can I ask you a favor?” You ask.

“I’ll do literally anything for you.” You smile at him.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to…” You trail off, embarrassed by your request.

“What is it? Whatever it is, I’ll do it.” Adrian says, very adamant on helping you.

“Can you lay in bed with me and hold me?” You ask quietly. He smiles.

“Move over.” He instructs you as he helps you settle into the other side of the bed. He takes off his shoes and slowly climbs in, sliding his arms around you. You place your head on his chest so you can hear his heartbeat. You start to drift off to sleep to the sound of his heartbeat and the feeling of his chest rising and falling with his breath.

“I promise I’m never going to let anything like this happen again. I’m going to keep you safe. I’ll make this right. I love you.” He says as you fade away. He must have thought you were already sleeping. You would respond if you didn’t feel so heavy. You’re not even sure if you heard him right. You could just be high on pain meds. You probably just imagined it.

[sickonthedancefloor]

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Director's Cut - All Hands on Deck!

Hi y'all, I got a star! ⭐ So I wanted to cut in on this series I started 2-3 years ago that is taking me forever and a day to write.

I spent weeks watching compilation videos of BTS and finding old blogs with their management and staff team and their two main managers that definitely were going to cameo the most in the series. The biggest issue is because they’re managers and behind the scenes staff, it’s always tricky trying t find a characterization that doesn’t seem too off-putting or bizarre.

Outside of that, watching the entire gang dissolve into madness with everyone catching some sort of weird plague is fun to write even though it’s quite difficult. I’ve always been in the habit of writing these long af fics, instead of shorter, easier to post/easier to digest stories. Part of what takes forever is trying to write such long af pieces, even if they’re unnecessary to be that long.

I do plan on continuing this, probably after screaming when Jin makes it back home.

So this fic is actually titled in my story folder as ‘3amchicken’–which was the original plan, just uncontrolled undercooked chicken disaster and hungry boys without restraint–but it ended up being, what? As

Here’s the original fic beginning:

Honestly, they should have done their research first. It had started as a craving for fried chicken after a night working at the studio, and a bleary-eyed Sejin dropped Jimin and Taehyung off at their dorms with fried chicken from the new-but-slightly-seedy restaurant down the street from the studio. Ever the foodies, the two night-owls were always down for trying new restaurants, especially ones within walking distance from their home or from the studio. “Don’t eat too much too quickly,” manager Sejin warned them. The poor man had been up far too long with them; Jimin felt bad having to wake him up from where he’d fallen asleep in the hall from the practice room, but they didn’t have much of a means home outside of walking, which wasn’t the best option at three in the morning. Sejin unlocked the doors to the dark SUV. “You don’t have heavy assignments tomorrow but I know you’re not going to sleep well if you eat all of that chicken tonight.” His eyes turned to the two large bags the boys held. “It’s not just for us!” Taehyung argued quickly, boxy grin in full force. “We’re gonna share… Most of it, yeah.” Jimin nodded quickly, although he knew he and Taehyung would probably eat a ton of this on their own. They hadn’t eaten since late lunch, and after dancing for even longer than Hoseok that night, they were positively famished. And given the heavy sigh, both boys knew their manager knew they weren’t going to listen. He bid them goodnight and waited for them to enter the building before driving off. Jimin snickered, bumping his shoulder against Taehyung’s as they hurried to the elevators. “Think anyone else is up?” “Suga-hyung definitely is,” answered Taehyung, already reaching into the bag for a biscuit. “I asked if he wanted anything, he just asked for wings.” Fishing his keys from his pocket, Jimin made a face. “Ugh, you buy wings for Suga-hyung but you won’t buy wings for me? What kind of best friend are you?” “The kind that buys chicken with you in the middle of the night. Jimin-ah, it smells so good, we gotta hurry and eat it.” With a laugh, Jimin unlocked the door and let Taehyung in first, slipping off his shoes as he locked the door. The kitchen light was still on, but only the tv shone from the living room. As they carried the bags into the area, Jungkook’s messy bun popped into view. “Chicken!” Yoongi chuckled and gently shoved Jungkook away as he rose, stretching his back. Jungkook, instead, climbed over the back of the couch to join the two 95-liners in the kitchen, helping them lay out the different packages. “Wow, this stuff is so greasy,” he remarked, staring at his hands after touching a box. “And we’re sure this place is credible?” Taehyung shrugged. “Seemed credible to me. I guess it’s just greasy.” “That’s going to hurt your stomach later if you eat too much.” But even with the warning, Yoongi walked over and pulled a potato wedge from one of the boxes, taking a bite. He nodded approvingly. “Tastes good though.”

[rangersgirl73]

i’m gonna make another post tomorrow but i just wanna say a few things-

igor shesterkin deserves the world. the team should give him all their salaries for leading them this far. i hope he has a wonderful summer with his beautiful family. i’ll talk about the rest of the team tomorrow cause there’s a lot to say.

i unfollowed the nhl instagram bc i am literally so sensitive rn. i haven’t cried yet, but if i watched the game i definitely would’ve. i have grown so incredibly fond of this team and i hate to see them so close to success, yet so far.

im so grateful for the mutuals i’ve made on here, @easypeasylindyvesey @nerd-flash @mattrempe @barclaygoodrow and more. you guys are so so sweet and i love the community we’ve found in each other.

i’m gonna stay active on here! i love this little corner of the internet, so this blog isn’t going anywhere :)

with that being said, thank you for choosing to follow me if you do. i’m just a girl who’s a bit insane about her team, and it’s so neat to get some attention for it (even though i should probably get some help for how much i think about this stupid little group of man children)

anyway, that’s all for tonight!

goodnight nyr nation ❤️💙

[pink-lemonadefairy]

10.7.24 ♡

last vacation post! (she says as if she’s posted consistently every day). today was so bright and fun! despite it being incredibly, unbearably hot and feeling like death many times, i somehow managed to enjoy the scenery lol. i had the most yummy, delicious chocolate shake and bought a cute necklace and bracelet from a boutique >< and then spent the rest of the day at the beach! i started re-reading the mysterious benedict society, just because it felt like that kind of day…there’s something about middle grade books that’s very magical and hopeful…they have so much heart!! (sticky washington, you will always hold a special place in my soul <3) i hope to re-read and discover more of them the rest of the summer!!

gonna end the day with watching the euro cup game and drinking gallons of water and listening to boynextdoor’s japanese comeback and dreamcatcher’s new album!!!! and maybe reading some more! i don’t really care for football all that much but i was really hoping türkiye would be in the final :( it’s always the same teams competing for the title, it gets so annoying. maybe that’s just me lol. (thank god france is out!! goodbye!!!) hoping the netherlands wins tonights game! 🇳🇱🧀

i really had so much fun this past week >< i was reminded a lot of my home home and it really warmed my heart. i didn’t know how much i’d missed it. i’m gonna miss the sun so much. this specific kind of sun that feels like you can only get near the ocean…if that makes sense. it feels different for some reason. how contradictory that i don’t like being hot but love the very thing that makes me feel that way lol…what a pickle! part of me is glad to be going home tomorrow, though! i miss my dog <3 and my bed. so much. AND!! my binoculars and the star gazing book i ordered arrived so!!! i need to get my hands on them immediately!!!

i don’t know how to end this so…whoever is reading this i hope you have / had a very wonderful day ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

edit: i forgot to say how much i need that super cool fish door handle… I NEEDITVERYBAD!!! its so whimsy