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[claimcommander]

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[lovesickhughes]

luscious locks | jack hughes

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

a/n: i, to this day, CANNOT get over this content we got of all three brothers, and the way jack looks, hello??? i would just like to preface that this has been in my drafts since AUGUST (I KNOW) and i finally was able to finish it! not my best, also only proof read once, so apologies for any mistakes, but i hope you enjoy!!! okay bye love you!

summary: jack's gorgeous hair matched with his charming personality and stunning face, leaves you drooling at his feet

warnings: makeout sesh! nothing else except for pure fluff!

word count: 2.2k

Summer seemed to be slipping away, right before the tips of your fingers. The Michigan nights were getting cooler, the sun was setting earlier, and your friends desperately attempted to fit in any last minute plans before everyone dispersed back into their routines come autumn.

That also meant for Jack and you, your time spent together that felt endless was coming to an end. The pre-season was just around the corner for the National Hockey League, which meant Jack's schedule would condense to a routine occurrence of working out with the team, morning skates and all the extra training and conditioning that went into the preparation for the upcoming season.

While the summer was able to be spent with family and friends; boating at the Hughes' lake house, trips to wineries and attending weddings of fellow teammates and pro athletes, Jack among the league's management and closest friends had to enjoy the summer fun while keeping one secret from the public.

When the Hughes brothers were offered the opportunity to be on the cover of the upcoming video game covers, the three boys were ecstatic to take upon the offer and fly to Los Angeles for media coverage. You had joined the brothers back in July for a weekend while they were taken behind the scenes and filmed content with the league's media team.

However, being restricted from sharing the exciting news for the upcoming release to the public, made your gatherings with friends a bit more difficult than anticipated. When amongst friends, and even family, the extra attention you paid to conversations and your own responses added another amount of energy that drained you. You wanted nothing more than to tell your closest people the exciting news, but with strict contracts the Hughes brothers had to sign, you knew it would all be worth the wait and biting your tongue a little harder when chiming into conversation.

Now, after the release being almost over a week ago, Jack and you had recently flown back to New Jersey in preparation of the new season. Jack was in meetings that occupied most of his days, while you were adjusting to your job, getting back into the rhythm as you did prior to the summer season.

Your friends and family had sent their congratulatory messages via text for you to pass along to Jack and his brothers for their accomplishments, and your timelines on all apps were flooded with the content you had watched be taken a few months prior.

Tonight though, Jack's and your schedule had perfectly aligned, where Jack had a few days off before the training picked up again, and your work had been all caught up for the upcoming days.

You had busied yourself in the morning, going to the farmer's market with a friend who was in town visiting, before getting coffee and reminiscing the last few summer months and what your family and you had done, and the time you spent with Jack's relatives.

While you caught up, Jack had gone to the gym, and tidied the shared apartment waiting for your arrival. When you entered through the door, the sight of your apartment scattered with candles lit, and the smell of pasta cooking coming from the kitchen, your eyebrows furrowed in worry, knowing there was a likely chance something could go wrong knowing who the chef behind the smell was.

You placed your findings from the farmer's market on the floor next to the collection of shoes that were neatly placed as you scurried towards the kitchen, turning the corner only to find Jack in nothing but a pair of grey sweatpants and nike socks that were pulled alarmingly high over the cuffs of his pants.

You took in the sight of the brunette from across from you, his soft, warm, tanned skin that had been kissed so delicately by the sun; his toned muscles, contorting as he moved in a fashion that left you mesmerized by the way his muscles in his biceps, shoulders and back all moved. And you noticed his hair, peeking out the bottom of his baseball cap that was turned backwards, a look you knew sent a wave of electricity through your body.

"Oh hey, babe," Jack said glancing up to your figure that scoped out the area, looking for any sign of something that could catch fire or cause chaos, "I'm just about done making dinner, I found this recipe online that had a video tutorial, so no; I haven't burnt anything down." Jack snickered, turning from the kitchen island to the counter behind that had a pot of pasta boiling on the stove.

You sigh, pulling your jacket off of your shoulder and hanging it on the back of the island stool. "I'm glad you haven't burnt anything, I guess now I'll just hope it's edible." You joked, earning a playful glare from the brunette in front of you.

All the while Jack was occupied watching the video from his phone, you leaned your body against the island counter, the cool marble touching the skin of your forearms as you rested your weight. You watched him intently, his tongue sticking out slightly in concentration while he transferred the pot of pasta into the strainer that was already placed in the sink. As he mixed the pasta noodles into the saucepan that contained a red sauce you could only assume was made from scratch, you watched his toned muscles shift with his movements, and his tanned skin from long days out on the boat at his lake house glimmering under the overhead lighting of the kitchen.

Your eyes trailed down his back to his waist and to his butt where your eyes lingered, mindlessly staring at your secret obsession Jack teases you about. Something about the way Jack looked and the way he was so concentrated in putting together a delicious, romantic meal for the first day in a few weeks that the two of you could spend together, you began to realize how long it had been since you felt the little adrenaline rush spike through your veins.

Of course you always actively had a crush on your own boyfriend, but every once in a while there would be moments where you're reminded of why he will always be your biggest crush of all time.

Since summer, Jack had been growing out his hair. You liked it no matter the length or style, but something about running your hands through his longer hair after a day in the lake and feeling the coarse texture from the water made your stomach do somersaults.

And tonight, it was clear Jack had gotten out of the shower prior to starting dinner, so his wet, brown hair laid messily under the cap, only destined to be doubled in volume from air-drying it and indenting the shape of the cap into his brown locks.

Jack plated the food, and you pushed yourself off of the counter to open the fridge and grab the bottle of wine you had saved from one of his teammate's weddings earlier in the summer. You poured two glasses, and followed Jack into your living room, placing the plates and wine glasses on the centre table that was decorated with candles and other items you had purchased when moving in.

Jack and you conversed about your days while the TV played in the background and you enjoyed your meal.

"I know we all joke that I should stick to being the one that cooks for us, but you impressed me tonight Hughes," you jested towards your boyfriend who sipped on his glass of wine.

He playfully rolled his eyes, "I didn't do nearly as bad as I thought I would, or as bad as you all make me out to be." He laughed. "Why don't you go and change into some comfy clothes while I clean up the dishes and then we can catch up on some TV or something for the rest of the night." Jack suggested as his hand reached to place a hand against your waist as you stood, sliding it towards the round of your butt and giving your skin a slight tap.

You squint your eyes, feeling skeptical of his suggestions, wondering if he was scheming.

"Is this your way of putting out for me? You make me a nice dinner and fill me with wine so we can end up fucking tonight?" You joked, half playfully. Jack stood to meet your eyes and his hand now reaching for your waist again to pull you into his body and placing a delicate kiss to your temple.

"Is it working?" He asked against your skin as he peppered kisses against your flushed and warm face. "I'm kidding, I just want us to have a good night since we've both been busy lately."

You hum at his response, "That's sweet of you, let me go change and I'll meet you back here."

While Jack collected the dirty plates and wine glasses, your feet carried you to your bedroom, quickly changing your outfit into one of Jack's basic t-shirts and a pair of pyjama shorts. Fixing the way that Jack's shirt fit on your frame, you admired your appearance in the wall-length mirror that leaned against the wall in your bedroom that complimented the other accents of the room.

Exiting your shared room, you walked down the hallway, the sound of your soft step echoing down the hardwood floor as the dimly lit living room shone down the walls. Jack was seated in the corner on the couch, his one arm resting on the back of the cushion while his legs stretched down to the end of the couch, with a soft white blanket drowning his figure.

A smile erupts on your face, seeing how romantic the aura of your boyfriend and this evening had been since you arrived home and you quickly shuffled over to meet Jack on the couch, plopping yourself next to him and immediately sinking into his side.

You rested your head on his shoulder as you snuck under the blanket to share, feeling the warmth of Jack's exposed skin radiate off of him.

"How are you already cozy?" You asked as if it was a life-changing question.

Jack chuckled, the vibrations of his laugh being sent through his body and ricocheting into yours, "You take forever to change." He slyly responded. You playfully shake your head in protest, but nonetheless snuggle in closer to your favourite brunette, his arm that was on the back of the couch finding its place around your shoulder, his fingers hanging down to just below your chest.

"What do you wanna watch?" Jack asked quietly, as he mumbled the question into the crown of your head, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head.

You hummed in contemplation, "Mmm, I'm not too picky- I'm probably just gonna end up falling asleep anyway." You giggled at your own confession.

It wasn't long before Jack and you had found a movie you both agreed on, and began to watch. The light from the TV screen emitting into the living room, lighting up the walls as Jack and you cozily held each other.

After the halfway point of the movie, Jack had to pause the film to run to the bathroom, and while doing so, on his way back grabbed you a glass of water, Jack settled back into his seat on the couch cushion.

As if on queue, when you looked over at Jack to see if he was ready to continue, he was already reaching for your waist and pulling you into his frame.

Your lips connected, and you inhaled sharply through your nose at the contact. Whether it was the two glasses of wine you had during dinner, or the smell of the food, or even the romantic environment of the living room with the lit candles disbursed among the room, the kiss felt electric, sending you to another level of bliss.

Jack's calloused hand instinctively raised to cradle your jaw, holding your face close to his as he continued to kiss you like it was the last time he'd be able to. And when you slightly pulled away to catch your breath from the heated kiss, Jack took that as his queue to slip his tongue into your mouth, exploring, as he deepened the kiss.

You let out a soft moan at the action, Jack's hand that was now on the side of your torso, squeezing your side delicately. Your own hands found themselves resting on each of Jack's shoulders, before your own one hand travelled up to the nape of his neck, immediately entangling it into his luscious, luscious locks you were so ever obsessed with.

The kiss continued, only until you both pulled away to catch your breath, foreheads resting against one another. You placed a quick peck on Jack's swollen, wet, and red lips. Smiling at him when his eyes met yours and you lowered yourself back into your cuddling spot beside him.

You looked up at the beloved boy who sat next to you, giving you more than you could have ever imagined in your life, and all that you felt was a sense of gratitude, and immense love; even emotional to think that you really did check all the boxes with this one. 

[brainddeadd]

Request for Nico Hischier, please!!

Y/n (or any name you want to use) and Nico have been dating for a couple years before Nico went into the draft but y/n works for the Devils maybe as an equipment manager and her and Nico are trying to be sneaky or not obvious that they're dating while (at the bench) since maybe Nico wears y/n's hair ties on his wrist

The crowd buzzed with energy as the New Jersey Devils warmed up on the ice. You stood at the bench, shifting your weight on your heels, clipboard in hand as you scanned through your checklist. As the team’s equipment manager, everything needed to run smoothly—not just on game day but every day.

But today was a little different.

Your eyes flicked to Nico Hischier as he skated by, his movements smooth and confident. He looked focused, just like always, except for the small, familiar black hair tie sitting snugly on his left wrist—a small but meaningful reminder of you.

He wasn’t supposed to wear it during warmups. But he always did.

The two of you had been dating for a few years now, long before he was drafted and became the Devils' captain. Keeping your relationship under wraps while working for the same organization wasn’t easy, but you both made it work. The small, subtle things—like wearing your hair ties on his wrist—were your way of staying connected in public.

“Everything good?” a coach asked, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“Yep, all set,” you replied, adjusting the towels stacked neatly on the bench.

Nico skated to the boards, subtly catching your gaze as he leaned on his stick. A soft smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, one only you would recognize. You bit your lip to suppress a grin and dropped your eyes back to the clipboard, pretending to take notes.

“Hey, need this adjusted?” you asked as he leaned over, signaling you toward him under the guise of checking his helmet strap.

He shook his head slightly but whispered, “You look good today.”

Your heart skipped, but you kept your expression neutral. “You’re not supposed to flirt with the staff, Captain,” you murmured, pretending to inspect his helmet.

“You’re not just staff,” he whispered back, a hint of mischief in his tone.

Just then, a teammate called Nico’s name, and he gave you a quick, secret wink before skating off to join the others. You rolled your eyes with a smile, tucking your clipboard under your arm.

The game was starting soon, and everything had to be perfect—not just because it was your job, but because watching Nico on the ice, knowing he was yours, made everything worth it.

And even though no one else knew the story behind that simple hair tie on his wrist, it was enough to remind you both that no matter what, you had each other.

For now, the game was on—and the rest of the world could wait.

[kamotecue]

love at first sight ✰ s. catley

pairing: steph catley x reader

summary: in which a pop star and her band attend a football match, in which love at first sight happens. something you never really quite believed in. pop star!reader

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love at first sight, was something that you didn’t believe in. maybe because it was a little too cliche, or peculiar—but either way, it was something that you took a chance at.

so, when the offer comes to attend a women’s football game, you know it’s something you can’t deny. your bandmates are a fan of the ones in red. once a gooner, always a gooner they say.

the bunch of you had sorted yourselves already in the seats, not minding how you were already on the big screen. you were shyly hiding behind the beanie, and the book you held in your hand to pass time.

while your bandmates had a small laugh at your introverted self. the crowd cheered, it wasn’t always that the british-american band had been in public. you guys were in fact in the middle of recording a new album, hence you were always in the studio.

“oh, look who’s staring at the screen.” hazel commented as she noticed steph catley, one of the team’s co-captain looking at the big screen. kyra who was a huge fan of your group looked up at the screen in awe.

“come on n/n, you’re wearing her jersey.” chloé gave you a slight tease, knowing you were the only one who wasn’t a football fan. the jersey you wore was something the blonde had owned.

“shove off it.” you said, glancing at the book to distract yourself. despite being in a band, you weren’t one for attention.

the game had started, it was against liverpool afterall. you had glanced at the field from time to time, simply analyzing the play as the rest of the band was adamant that you knew the basics of the game.

but how could you not know it? even when they reminded you over and over, which was why you always wore earphones during the on-going matches.

the game—had ended, in a way the band didn’t expect. a loss to liverpool, but you quite frankly understood it. with how much new signings arsenal has gotten, the team had to adjust, especially their defense.

and as usual, the team had dragged you to the front—for the chances of getting their jersey signed or perhaps a match worn jersey. you stood a few steps behind, not noticing how a few players had glanced at you wondering if you also wanted to get your jersey signed.

“not a football fan, are you?” an aussie accent was heard, as you looked away from the book, giving her a small chuckle.

“yeah, not really. i’ve been dragged to the game by my members, they’re quite a huge fan of the team.” you commented, noticing her jersey—that had the same number on yours.

“steph catley right?” she hummed, giving you a small nod, as you put the designed bookmark in between.

“correct, y/n l/n?” steph replied, as you gave her a short nod.

“would you perhaps want to get it signed?” she gestured to your jersey, as you shrugged. it wasn’t your jersey, but you figured that chloé wouldn’t mind.

“sure.” you stood closer to her, as she took out a black sharpie, she held the end of the jersey as she focused on signing—while you had gazed at her eyes. and let me tell you, it was the most beautiful thing you had ever laid upon.

and that was the start of a beautiful love story.

[insomniac4000]

ChrisMD- Charity Match

The sun was shining bright over Wembley stadium, and the electric buzz of excitement filled the air. It was the annual Sidemen Charity Match, and this year, it was bigger than ever. The teams were set, as usual the Sidemen were taking on the YouTube Allstars, a collection of the best creators from around the globe. Among them were ChrisMD and Y/N, two creators known for their humour, skill, and years of camaraderie.

What no one knew besides a select few close friends in their content creator circle was that Chris and Y/N had recently taken their friendship to the next level. After years of banter-filled collaborations and shared late-night editing sessions, they’d finally admitted their feelings two months ago. Since then, they’d been navigating the thrill of their new relationship while keeping it private. Chris had done the whole relationship in public thing before and it hadn’t worked out so he was revealing in keeping something just for him. It wasn’t that surprising to people who knew the pair, their friendship had developed in a big way after Chris and Shannon broke up it just happened to coincide with Y/N’s rise in popularity and moving into the same office building as Chris, Will and some others. It got to the point where Chris was knocking on Y/N’s door borrowing things constantly, bringing tea and coffee and sometimes lunch. That then developed into going out for drinks after a long day editing, his mind blew when she had told him she had never seen Lord of The Rings so he turned up at her flat with the films, food and neither of them were sure if it was the tiredness or the fact they both ended up cuddled up on the sofa but they shared a very soft, and sweet kiss. Neither of them looked back ever since.

Due to her rise in fame Y/N had booked her ticket in the Youtube All Stars team, it was the first time a female was playing in the match so the pressure was in a little bit, most of the people in the game knew about the relationship but it was still a big event with many eyes watching and she first of all had to act casual around Chris but also she felt pressure to perform well and reverse the stereotype that women didn’t know anything about ball. Now she wasn’t an expert by any means, especially compared to some other players like Chris or Theo but she understood the rules and had an okay aim, she just hoped she wouldn’t sieze up in front of thousands upon thousands of people.

Having dozens of content creators in one place meant that cameras were constantly on. In order to try and stop anyone from catching and posting any footage they didn’t want anyone else to see the couple seated themselves separately on the bus, Chris sitting next to Will with Y/N behind next to George who was also making his charity match debut.

“Please tell mw you’re as nervous as me,” Y/N breathed out to George as she leaned her head on the window.

“It’ll be fine. I’m used to making a complete tit out of myself anyway and absolutely nothing can be worse than that bloody dating video I did,” George replied with a smile. Y/N sent half a smile back before nodding and looking at her phone. It wasn’t like she was purposely being anti-social but in anxious times it really helped her to play with something with her hands to calm her down. George noticed and elbowed her a little, their friendship had blossomed somewhat since Y/N’s relationship with Chris had started and the two had got to know each other quite well.

“Look you’ll be fine. You’ll be safe in the knowledge that you can’t possibly do worse than the year Chris legged it from Noah Beck and missed a penalty,” George said with a cheeky smile earning an honest laugh.

“Yeah that helps, thanks a lot.”

It was the day of the match and in the bustling dressing room of the YouTube Allstars, Y/N adjusted her jersey, her name emblazoned proudly on the back. Her hair was tied into a ponytail, a few strands escaping to frame her face, although it was deliberate now it would probably be fizz later on in the match. Despite her confident appearance, she was nervous, Chris could tell.

"You good?" Chris asked, leaning casually against the lockers, his cheeky grin instantly calming her nerves. His smile had almost a cheeky boyish charm about it and it was one of her favourite things about him.

"Just pre-match jitters," Y/N admitted, lacing up her boots. "It’s not every day you play in front of thousands of people, and millions online."

"You’ll smash it, people seemed to like you in my videos,” Chris said, his voice soft but steady. Y/N had indeed appeared in two of Chris’s videos over the past three months to try and ease her into the whole football thing. It was actually the first video that sparked the rumours she was going to be in the charity match, luckily there were no other rumours centred around the relationship. Chris was very careful with the edit but this time there would be no edit. It was playing on both of their minds but as ever Chris was the one who was acting calm. He was the epitome of a swan, all calm and even confident on the surface but what you never saw was the feet kicking wildly under the surface. Still he had the smile on his face as he spoke again "Plus I’ve seen you in training. They won’t know what hit them."

Y/N smiled. Chris always knew exactly what to say. "Thanks, coach."

"Anytime," he replied, winking, he looked around before placing a small kiss on Y/N’s cheek before scarpering, leaving a small blush creeping up Y/N’s face.

The stadium erupted in cheers as the players walked out onto the pitch. Y/N couldn’t help but soak in the atmosphere, her heart pounding as she waved at the crowd. The YouTube Allstars lineup was strong, but the Sidemen were formidable opponents. Y/N knew they had their work cut out for them. As was custom they all walked out holding the hands of kids and Y/N tried to stop her mind from wandering about Chris as a father.

The teams lined up and everyone shook hands, before everyone knew it the whistle blew, and the game began at a blistering pace. The Sidemen scored early, of course it was Simon it was always Simon and it sent the crowd into a frenzy. Y/N, playing as a winger, was determined to make an impact. She sprinted up and down the pitch, linking up with Chris who was in midfield. Y/N felt comfortable playing with Chris obviously, she hoped a pass to him would be safe, and a couple of times the pass meant the ball was then played down the other end but the Sidemen defence was strong and each time the ball ended up back on the other side of the field.

By the 23rd minute, the score was still 1-0 to the Sidemen. The YouTube Allstars were pressing hard for an equalizer, and Y/N found herself in a promising position. Chris intercepted a pass in midfield and looked up to see her sprinting down the left flank.

"Y/N!" he called, launching the ball in her direction with pinpoint accuracy.

Y/N controlled it expertly, darting past JJ and faking out Vik. She was now one-on-one with the goalkeeper, Billy Wingrove. Time seemed to slow as she steadied herself, drew back her leg, and struck the ball with as much power as she had in her legs. Time then felt like it stood still as she watched the black and white ball rise towards the goal, just skimming past Billy’s fingers.

The net rippled. Goal.

The stadium erupted. Fans jumped to their feet, cheering wildly as Y/N ran toward the corner flag, her hands in the air. Her teammates swarmed her in celebration, but Chris was the first to reach her his face in the biggest smile. Without thinking, he threw his arms around her and planted a kiss on her cheek.

"You did it!" he exclaimed, his eyes alight with pride.

Y/N laughed, her cheeks flushing not just from the exertion but from the kiss. She gave him a playful shove. "All your assist." The conversation ended as Will, George, and Theo started piling on the couple with the other team mates slowly adding to the celebration.

The moment was over in seconds, but it didn’t escape the eagle-eyed viewers watching the livestream. Social media and the chat lit up instantly.

 “DID CHRIS JUST KISS Y/N?!” “Wait, what’s going on??” “That wasn’t just a friendly kiss, was it?” “I SHIP THIS SO HARD.” “OMG THEY LOOK SO CUTE TOGETHER.”

Clips of the moment were already being shared on Twitter and TikTok, with fans analyzing every frame. Speculation ran rampant, and hashtags like #ChrisAndY/N and #YouTubeCoupleGoals began trending.

Back in the dressing room, Y/N could feel the weight of the moment sinking in. Chris sat beside her, handing her a water bottle.

"You okay?" he asked, his voice low so the others wouldn’t hear.

"Yeah," Y/N said, though her mind was racing. "I just... I think people might have noticed the kiss."

Chris rubbed the back of his neck, looking sheepish. "Sorry, I didn’t think. I was just excited for you."

Y/N smiled, her nerves easing. "It’s okay. It was sweet. But... what do we do if people ask?"

Chris hesitated, then shrugged. "Maybe it’s not such a bad thing if they know?"

Y/N blinked, surprised. They’d agreed to keep their relationship private for now, but the way Chris was looking at her—like he didn’t care what the world thought—made her heart swell.

"We’ll figure it out," she said finally, giving his hand a quick squeeze.

The second half was just as intense as the first. Y/N and Chris continued to have a blinding game, both of the, their connection on the field was matching their connection in real life. By the final whistle, the score was tied at 5-4 to the Youtube Allstars with Chris scoring a free kick, as proud as Y/N was of him she knew this was not going to help his better than most premier league footballers comment.

As the teams lined up for the handshake at the end of the match, fans in the stands chanted both their names, a testament to their standout performances.

As the players left the pitch, they were bombarded by cameras and interviewers. Y/N and Chris managed to slip away to the YouTube Allstars’ private area, where they were met by their friends George, Will, and Theo as well as Harry.

“Well let’s hope your little spectacle of love went unnoticed,” Theo joked as Y/N went red with Chris putting an arm around her waist and pulling her close.

“I just hope Stephen didn’t mention it in the commentary,” Y/N replied.

He didn’t, to Stephen’s credit but meanwhile, the internet was ablaze. Fans flooded Twitter, Instagram, and TikTok with clips, memes, and theories. Some dug up old videos of Chris and Y/N, pointing out moments that seemed suspiciously flirty in hindsight. Others were simply thrilled, declaring them the new power couple of YouTube.

Chris and Y/N decided to address it that evening with a joint Instagram post. It was a candid photo of them laughing together, taken during the match. The caption read:

"Well, the secret’s out. ❤️ Thanks for all the love today. It means the world to us."

The response was overwhelmingly positive. Fans flooded the comments with support, and fellow creators chimed in with congratulatory messages. Chris and Y/N spent the rest of the evening scrolling through their phones, laughing at memes and feeling relieved that their secret was finally out.

"Well," Y/N said, leaning her head on Chris’s shoulder, "I guess this means no more sneaking around."

Chris grinned, wrapping an arm around her. "Good. I was getting tired of pretending you weren’t the best thing that ever happened to me."

Y/N looked up at him, her eyes shining. "You’re pretty alright too."

They laughed, the chaos of the day melting away as they basked in the glow of their new chapter—together, and finally free to share it with the world.

[fakeagatha]

Wrong Reality | Agatha Harkness & Eve Flecther | Chapter Two: The Cafe

Summary: Eve introduces Agatha to her friends, and takes her to a coffee shop to forget about her stress of being temporarily unavailable to go back to New Jersey.

Warnings: Swearing

Word Count: 1569

Agatha stirred, opening her eyes which adjusted to the brightness of the room. She rolled over to avoid the light coming through the curtains, and groaned when she realized where she was, and that it wasn't all some strange dream.

She sat up, rubbing her eyes and making her way towards the living room, where Eve had already made breakfast.

"Hey Agatha, did you sleep okay?" She asked, holding a plate in her hand.

Agatha nodded, "Yes, thank you... Eve."

Eve smiled, "I see you remember my name then!" She said enthusiastically, making Agatha roll her eyes and sit down.

Eve gave her a plate of food as well as a drink, and the witch took them. She didn't stay quiet for long, as once again she looked up at Eve, "I need to go back to my home, I don't live here."

The woman nodded, "I guess I could drive you there, I wouldn't want to make you fly or take any public transport on your own so soon," She sighed. "Unless you'd rather do that?"

Agatha nodded, "Well, considering you ran me over, a drive back would be nice," She said, and Eve shook her head. "Right, of course."

The two woman looked towards the door as they heard a knock, Eve answered, to see her friend and co-worker, Amanda. 

"Eve, are you alright? You didn't show up to work yesterday and didn't respond to any of our texts, we got worried!" She said, peering at the strange woman on her friend's couch.

"Shit, I'm so sorry, I had a bit of an incident..." She mumbled, "Would you like to come in?" Hearing that, Agatha muttered under her breath, as Amanda entered the house.

Agatha and Amanda silently stared at each other for a few seconds, before Eve broke the silence, "Amanda, this is Agatha, my..." She paused, looking at her awkwardly. "Why don't I just tell you what happened?" Eve sighed, and sat down opposite Agatha, as Amanda sat in a nearby armchair.

Agatha bit her lip, "Long story short, this woman hit me with her car and was kind enough to give me a place to stay for the night, as I have no fucking idea how I ended up-"

"Yep, exactly, what she said." Eve smiled nervously, and Amanda stared at the two in silence for a while, before speaking. "Seriously? You ran someone over again?" She deadpanned, and Agatha gasped, "Oh, so I'm not the first person you've almost killed?"

Eve put her hands up in defense, her eyes widening, "It was just a bump this time! I barely touched her! See? Shes completely fine!" Eve gestured to the witch, and the other two rolled their eyes.

Amanda shook her head, before standing up. "Well, I best get back to work. I'll let the other's know you're taking the day off. Don't run anyone else over in the meantime, okay?" She smirked, and Eve shut the door behind her.

As a moment of silence filled the room again, Agatha spoke, "Can you take me home now?"

Eve nodded, "I just need to prepare myself first, I suppose, it's not a short drive you know." Agatha shrugged, leaning back into the couch. Truthfully, Eve assumed that Agatha wasn't mentally well at this point.

After a short while, the two walked outside towards Eve's car. As she attempted to turn on her engine, the car didn't start. "Dammit..." She muttered, and Agatha seemed more annoyed than her.

After several failed attempts, she took out her phone, "I'll have to get it serviced, I can't not have a car," She sighed, and Agatha groaned dramatically, watching the younger woman as she tapped her screen and made a few phone calls.

Eventually a pickup truck came by and took Eve's car, while they walked to the nearby car service. "I can't believe this!" Agatha shouted, crossing her arms as they walked down the road.

"It's not even your car." Eve frowned, putting her hands in her pockets.

"And you're not in some random state that you don't live in!"

Eve shushed Agatha as they arrived after around twenty minutes, and walked over to her car which was being looked at by a young man.

The guy looked up, nodding at the two, before speaking. "It seems like it has been affected by some force, did you notice anything off about your car earlier?" He asked.

Eve bite her lip, "It was making a strange sound yesterday, but I didn't think anything of it." She responded, and the man nodded.

"This will take a couple days to fix. Can you give us a number to call so we can notify you when the car is running?" 

She agreed, writing her phone down on a crumpled piece of paper she was offered. She thanked the staff, and dragged a sulking Agatha out of the shop.

After a while of complaining, the women ended up in the town's center, as Eve turned to Agatha. "How about we stop and get coffee somewhere?" She offered.

"Whatever." Agatha grumbled, being dragged once again into a random cafe.

They sat down together, adjusting their chairs while taking in the atmosphere, the scenery of potted plants and dim lighting giving a sense of peace. "I assume you're paying?" Agatha asked, and Eve nodded. "Yes, Agatha."

Eve's face suddenly brightened, as she was approached by a waiter. "Julian!" She exclaimed, "I didn't know you worked here. What about the convenience store?"

The teen smiled as he greeted Eve, "Well, they fired me," He rolled his eyes, "They were convinced I was using my phone during my shift, which I was, but they still didn't have any proof! I think it was more of an excuse so they could hire the owner's daughter instead," He scoffed.

Eve's expression turned into shock at his words, "They fired you for that? That's so unfair! How is that even allowed?" She said, staring at him with slight anger in her gaze.

Agatha crossed her arms, "Life in unfair, Eve." 

"Right. Julian, this is Agatha. Agatha, this is Julian." 

Julian extended his hand, and Agatha reluctantly shook it, "I didn't know you were friends with children." She muttered, and Julian turned red as he looked at Eve.

"Well, first of all, he's almost twenty. Not a child." She said calmly, and Agatha laughed, "Oh Eve, he's quite literally still a baby!" 

She shoved Agatha, and Julian cleared his throat, "Can I take your orders then?" He asked.

"I want one of those breakfast sandwiches, and an apple juice. Specifically the box." Agatha demanded, and Eve raised an eyebrow, "Uh, I'll just have a coffee, thanks." 

Julian nodded, and walked away, before returning after a while with their orders.

They had their food and drinks in peace, surprisingly, as Agatha seemed to forget the whole incident for the time being. 

"So, how do you know that kid?" Agatha suddenly asked. "He's a little young to conveniently meet someone so old. What's the story behind that?"

Eve chuckled nervously, "He's in my writing class, that's all." 

Agatha scoffed, "I've been alive for more than 300 years, I can tell that kid is literally in love with you. Am I good at observing or are you just blind?"

Eve stayed silent, completely astonished. She wasn't sure which surprised her more- The fact that this delusional woman claimed 'to be more than 300 years old' or the fact that she was able to tell so easily that Julian liked her. "When my son left for college, I had more time to myself... I guess I started exploring a bit. I joined the writing class that I wanted, and I reached out and met new people." She said hesitantly. "He does like me, he's told me."

"And you're just fine with that?"

"... I like him too, in a way." She said quietly, and Agatha looked at her in surprise. "Oh."

Eve sighed, "But it's not just him I like. It's really complicated, I'm just kind of going with the flow, I suppose." She explained, and Agatha looked away in thought, then continued eating. "You do you then."

Eve smiled awkwardly, taking a sip on her coffee, before trying to lighten the mood, "Well, what's your love life?"

Agatha immediately stopped chewing, and looked up at her. "Divorced, that's it."

"Ah, right, sorry." She said apologetically.

A moment of silence went by, before she spoke again. "Her name was Rio. We were together for a while." Agatha muttered through her food. "Oh, I didn't realize you were-" 

"A lesbian?" Yes, ever heard of them?

Eve chuckled, "I have yes. In fact, the other person I mentioned I was interested in, is in fact a woman." 

Agatha looked up at her in surprise, but also amusement. "Huh, that's ironic. It explains a lot actually." Eve went to question her, but decided against it.

After they finished, Eve paid the check, and walked back to her house with Agatha, who became slightly moody again upon remembering her situation.

They arrived back shortly after, and Eve set her things down. "Why don't you get some rest like the doctor said, and we can do something later?" She asked, and Agatha surprisingly complied.

"See you later." She said as she walked into the guest room, and sat on the bed, delighted to notice that there was a TV, so she could at least have some form of entertainment.

She laid down, flicking through some of the channels, falling in and out of consciousness every now and then, trying to focus on the movie she had come across, as the hours went by, waiting for something she didn't know.

[darlingshane]

Let it rip, Coach

Pairing: Michael Berzatto x F!Reader

Summary: Searching for a new sponsor for the soccer team you coach leads you to meet and quickly fall in love with Michael.

Content/Warnings: Friends to lovers, Fluff, Crack, Alcohol, Eating, Kissing.

Word Count: 3,2k

— You can read below or at AO3.

“Hey, Cousin!” Richie taps on the frame of Michael's office door. “There's a woman here to see you.”

“Oh? Is she a health inspector or something?” He swivels in his chair, putting a pen down on the desk.

“No. Though, if she’s looking to inspect something, I’d be the perfect specimen to study.”

“That hot?”

“Smokin’ hot. Total knockout. Banging body,” his track suited friend remarks frivolously. “But as usual, she didn't want to do anything with me, cause I'll never stand a chance against the great Mikey Bear.”

“Don't be so hard on yourself, Cousin. Girls love those baby blues. It's when you open your mouth what makes them run in the other direction,” Michael taunts. “What does she want? Did she ask for me specifically?”

“She didn’t mention your name exactly. She requested an audience with the proprietor of this fine establishment.”

“Wow, those are big words, Cousin.” Michael rises from his chair, adjusting the waistband of his jeans.

“Well, I'm a big guy… If you know what I mean.”

“Unfortunately, I do know what you mean.” Scoffing, Michael palms his friend's back and walks out of the office.

They both head out of the kitchen, and Richie points him to the table with the woman, you, who asked to talk to the owner of the sandwich joint.

As he rounds the counter, he counts four young girls sitting around the table with you, ready to dig into the food they just got served.

“Hi, I'm Michael, the owner of this place,” he gestures vaguely with one hand in the air. “What can I do for you, ladies?”

After introducing yourself and the four pre-teens that came with you, one of them being your niece, you explain to Michael that you're the coach of the girls' soccer team. The reason for your visit is that you’re searching for a new sponsor for the team after losing the one you had.

Michael listens closely as you add a little more information, telling him that grew up in this neighborhood, and thought of asking a few businesses of the North River area.

“I dunno, girls… I don't know the first thing about soccer,” he runs a palm over his beard and then pushes his hair back.

“That’s okay, you don't really need to. You'd only have to cover uniforms. Think about your name being on every jersey. And I promise to bring the whole team here after every game. Right girls?”

They all respond in unison positively with mouths full of food.

“See? They love your food already. Think about the publicity. The games are always packed, let me tell you. Women's leagues are booming right now.”

“I don’t doubt that. What's your team's name?”

“The comets,” one of the girls responds.

“That's a great name. Are you guys good?”

“The best,” your niece boasts.

They're actually pretty good. Most of them have been playing for a couple of years before you started coaching them, and the new additions are quickly catching up.

“Okay, let me think about it.”

Michael goes back into his office, crunches some numbers, and by the time you've finished your food he's made out his mind. He accepts your offer, and you exchange numbers to stay in contact.

Two days later, you return to the restaurant to finalize the details. You show him a handful of the designs the girls, and you came up with, and go over a list of print shops in the area to choose one that meets your needs. You type all the details in your phone and head up together to the shop.

It's surprising to see him so invested in just a few days. When you place the final order for the jerseys, he adds one more to the bulk in his size, so he can wear his own to support the team.

You text occasionally for updates, but in between you've found yourself texting back and forth casually talking about your day, the restaurant, your other job… Michael is easy to talk to and quite the charmer, you’ve realized. It has made you wonder at times if he’s hitting on you or not, especially face to face. He’s always flashing a smile, or an innocent wink when you leave, that utterly dismantles you in ways you never thought possible.

When the new jerseys arrive, you make sure Michael gets his. You deliver it personally to the restaurant one night after he’s closed shop.

Your new friendship is strangely familiar. Michael slips into your life as if he'd always belonged there. He has an open heart. A big, contagious laugh; and a sweet smile that could make what's left of the poles completely melt. He's easy on the eyes, too, regardless of what he says. Much as everyone else on the planet, he has his faults too and one of them is the self-deprecating jokes he makes about his appearance, which are completely unfounded. The sharp angles of his face might not be up to classic beauty standards, and that's what actually makes him stand out in the crowd.

You adore his passion about food and his business, and how much confidence oozes out of every pore of his body. It's really disarming. And despite the fact that he almost never shuts up, he's a great listener too when it’s your turn to share.

Quiet has settled after everyone has left the restaurant, all the lights are down except for the ones coming from the neon sign above the counter and the vending machine. He sits backwards on the chair across from yours and slides a beer along the table. You stay right there, swapping life stories, sap anecdotes, fun moments of your life, anything, and everything in between like two old friends hanging out.

A couple of hours go by like nothing, while the table collects empty bottles.

“Last one,” you pick up your third beer, hold it to your lips and take a long swig as the chef timidly nods at your statement.

“Can I ask you something?” his tone mellows from its usual volume.

“Shoot.”

“Would it be unprofessional to ask you out?”

“No, I don't think so,” the corners of your mouth curl up nervously as your nails try to remove the sticker on the glass of your beer. “We don't really work together.”

“That's right. Would you say yes if I asked you out, though?”

“Hm, maybe.”

“Don't give me — maybe. Yes or no only, sweetheart,” his head tilts to the side, trying to capture the truth behind your eyes in the faint neon lighting striking across your face.

“I guess I wouldn't mind if you did.”

“I guess — is not an answer either.”

You take a deep breath and let him hang for a second while you put a couple of thoughts together.

“Not everyone is as confident and decisive as you are, Berzatto. Some people need a little time to process things,” you pause to gather some insight. “And you already know that I like you and wouldn't be asking if I didn't. So yeah… If you asked, I'd say yes.”

“That's all I needed to hear,” a grin splits his face as he tilts his beer up to take a gulp.

“Sooo… are you going to ask me now?”

“Eh, not right now. I just needed to know,” he quips.

“Suit yourself, but don't wait too long,” you say casually, as if it didn’t care as much whether he asks you out or not. You do. And it’s a relief to find out that he likes you back and that he's open to pursue something more than a friendship. It's hard to click with people that fast, but with Michael, it has felt too easy. They say you find love in the most unexpected places. You definitely weren’t looking for it when you came into his joint just a few weeks ago, and now it’s hard to imagine your life without him.

When you pull your phone out of your pocket to look at the time, it's way later than you thought.

Michael walks you to the L, and before the train arrives, he asks you right on the platform if you'd like to have dinner with him sometime.

Obviously, you say yes.

As the train slips into the station, you lean in and kiss his cheek goodnight, letting your lips meet the edge of his beard. His mouth takes the form of a pleased grin, and as you step inside the car, he tucks his hands in his pockets and watches you occupy a seat by the window. You stare at him for a long moment behind the glass as the doors slide close until the train is set in motion.

Texting the next day, you set up your date for the following week on a day you’re both free.

Before that day comes, you have also a very important event on your schedule that is the first game of the season.

Though the chef initially wasn’t going to come, Michael decides to surprise you by showing up on that day.

“Hey, Coach,” you hear his lively voice from behind while the girls warm up on the field.

You turn your head to see him wearing his jersey, and a blue baseball cap set backwards that shows his hair sticking out behind his ears. It’s impossible to stop the corners of your mouth from pointing out automatically as he walks up to you.

“Hey, Chef. Didn't know you were coming.”

“Yeah, it was last minute. You made it sound so good, I wanted to see you in action.”

“What about the shop?”

“Left Richie in charge for a couple of hours.”

“Are you sure that was a good idea?”

He balances his head from side to side, “as long as he doesn't burn it, I think it'll be fine.”

“Well, I'm glad you came. You should take a seat before it's too late,” you gesture at the bleachers, almost packed.

“Yeah, I’ll leave you to it. Let it rip, Coach,” he winks at you, and takes a seat in one of the middle rows on the bleachers.

You still have a dopey smile plastered on your face when the game starts. On occasion, you glance over your shoulder to see him cheer and root for the girls when they have the ball. His enthusiasm, and voice, increases during the second half when the team dominates the game, earning their first victory of the season.

As promised, you take the whole team to The Beef for a celebratory meal afterward.

During Michael's absence, Richie has set up a few tables together to fit the full team, and while they eat their food you park your butt on a stool at the counter, so you can chat with Michael.

“I need to run something by you,” he's on the other side of the counter, propped on his forearms.

“What?”

“It's about our date. I was thinking that I could make you dinner instead of going to a restaurant.”

“Here?”

“No, we already spent too much time here. I thought maybe you could come over to my place, or I could go to yours and just… chill.”

“Chill, huh?” you lift a french fry from your plate and take a bite.

“Yeah, but not like that,” he bashfully scratches his neck. “It’d be just dinner with no strings or expectations. Maybe it’s unusual for a first date, but just wanna spend a nice time alone with you and cook something you’d love. Have a couple of ideas that you’d… but if you wanna do something else…”

You stare at him while he rambles. It's refreshing to see him nervous for once.

“What do you say, sweetheart?”

“What if I had some expectations other than dinner?” you playfully raise an eyebrow.

“I guess I wouldn't be opposed to that.”

“You guess? That's not an answer,” you echo back his own words from when you gave him a similar response.

He presses his teeth on his bottom lip for a beat, “no, I wouldn't mind if you wanted to take it farther.”

“Which it's what you wanted all along,” you tease.

“Get your mind out of the gutter, Coach. My intentions are just making you dinner. That's it. Anything that happens after, it's really up to you.”

“Say, Richie,” you call for his friend's attention as he comes out of the kitchen. “What would you think if a guy invited you for dinner at his house on a first date?”

“I’d say he’d only be interested in wetting his whistle. Why? Are you going on a date with this puto?” Richie claps Michael’s shoulder.

“Uh-huh.”

“Wow, you must be special. He hardly ever invites anyone to his place. Last time he did, it was-”

“Shut up, Cousin,” Michael cuts him off, annoyed by the fact that's actually true. It's been a long time since he's wanted to actually bring someone home that felt right.

“Like I said, I never stood a chance against Mikey Berzzato,” Richie nods at you and circles outside the counter to check on the tables.

“Aww, am I that special?” you wonder once Richie is out of hearing range.

His gaze falls to look at his hands, as he tentatively extends one to caress your fingertips with his,“I think you are really, really special.”

You stare at those fingers, brushing softly the inside of your hand, making your stomach flutter.

“Did it bother you that I involved Richie in this?”

“No, sweetheart. It didn't. Well… Maybe a little.”

“I'm sorry.”

“Don't be. It's just… I love Richie, but he knows a lot of stuff about me that could change your opinion about me, and I don't want you to get the wrong impression, you know?”

“Michael, I already got a pretty good impression of you. Especially after showing up like you did today. There's nothing he can say that would ruin that.”

He lets out a small snort, “give him time.”

“You know what? I'd love to have dinner at your place.”

“Yeah?”

“Sure.”

You don't have many rules when it comes to dating. Common sense and your gut are what guide you most of the time. When something feels muddy, you back up immediately. And when something feels good, nothing can stop you from pursuing that, you're off to the races. The latter hasn't happened that often, admittedly. Hopefully, this is one of those times.

In the short time you've known Michael, you've only gotten a deep sense of longing for him, growing eager every passing day. It's hard to ignore it anymore.

Following that desire, you dress up, do your hair, put some makeup on, and take the train to Michael's apartment with no hesitation. There is some natural anxiousness rumbling in your stomach, of course, but that doesn’t stop you from chasing that thrill.

When you knock on his door, Michael welcomes you with the most beautiful smile you've ever seen, splitting his freshly-groomed beard. He’s out of his usual work clothes and has chosen a casual outfit that consists of a dress black shirt, half unbuttoned, and a pair of jeans.

“Shall we?” he offers his hand, inviting you in. You take it and let him walk you inside.

As he closes the door, you take off your jacket, scanning every detail of the modest apartment. The lights are dimmed, and he's set up the dining table with two lit candles in red-tinted glasses, and a small centerpiece of flowers. There's light music playing on his phone that's hooked to a speaker system next to the TV. The delicious smell of the food incites your appetite as he moves your chair back, like a gentleman, so you can sit.

“Fancy,” you hum as you take your seat.

“Glad you like it, sweetheart.”

He then leaves for a moment to collect the food from the kitchen and returns with two plates filled with paella. As appetizing as it looks, it tastes vastly better. He really has absorbed a lot of information about you during those casual hang-outs. Not only knows how to please your stomach with Mediterranean food, but you're also granted the best conversationalist, as usual, he's a downright delight to be around.

For dessert, he keeps outdoing himself by bringing out a homemade tiramisu he made earlier. He serves one big serving on a plate, and lays it down in the middle of the table to share with you.

“Do you like it?”

“Hm, this is the best thing I've ever had in my mouth. You'll have to teach me how to make it someday,” you request, picking another spoonful. “Would you?”

“Sure.”

“I'm torn,” you say, enjoying the delectable alcohol-soaked bottom layer on your tongue.

“How so?”

“Because – I really want to kiss you right now for making all this, but I don’t think your mouth can’t top this.”

“You’ll have to try me,” he snorts, scooping his way through the other half of the tiramisu.

“Hm, we’ll see,” you grin. “You really outdid yourself here, Chef. You shouldn't have made something so delicious.”

“I'll take it down a notch next time.”

When dessert is over, you make a quick trip to the bathroom to empty your bladder while he puts the dishes away to wash later.

He has sat down on the couch when you come out, and you stop for a beat in the middle of the hallway before deciding to sit sideways right on his lap.

“Excuse me, Sir. Is this seat taken?” you ask right after plopping your ass on his thighs.

“It is, now,” scoffing, he links an arm around your waist. “Is it comfortable, ma'am?”

“Best seat in the house,” you can’t fight the smile taking over your lips.

“You're really something else, sweetheart,” he hushes oh so softly, as his free palm lands on your denim-clad leg.

“So are you,” your head leans forward, touching his forehead.

Biting your bottom lip, eyes locked, you both go silent for a long moment while you get used to feeling his hands on you, and vice versa. His thumb absentmindedly draws circles on your leg while you play with the hair of his beautiful beard.

“I think I wanna make out now,” you whisper.

“Yeah. Yeah, me too.”

Drawing a breath, he brings one hand to frame your jaw, letting a thumb swipe across your lip slowly. Then, his tongue juts out to wet his lips, his face leans an inch closer to capture your mouth. Your stomach flutters and your skin buzzes at the firm grip of his hand on your hip while you taste the waters without fully diving into the deep end. You let your mouths bounce together and get used to that little intimacy you’ve just created with him. When you’re ready to fully dip further, he opens his mouth wider, and so do you, and before you realize it, you're devouring each other's faces. Firmly but sweetly, your tongues play together with ease as the tight seal of your lips shuts every change for air to escape or intrude. You close your eyes and free yourself of any thought, so you can enjoy this right here, right now, with him.

[goldenlionprince]

Prongsfoot Week 2024 - Day 2

New to Prongsfoot Week: What Headcanons do you have for this ship? IE, things like, James made the first move or Sirius got James into crosswords. Anything really.

They bounce ideas and theories off of each other in a speed and with half formed sentences that leaves everyone else thinking they speak their own language, even their close friends “But what if we -” “Eh, not so sure. Remember last time? But what if -” “Oh! That could work! And then we just - “ “Good idea, let's test that out.” Peter just looks at Remus, completely confused what just happened. Remus shrugs. It's just a normal Tuesday. .

Sirius is a haemophiliac. James makes sure he has potions for that at hand whenever they go after Death Eaters or go on a full moon adventure, just in case. .

James is a lightweight when it comes to drinking. It takes a lot more for Sirius to get drunk. So when they are both out in public Sirius usually slows down a little to be able to keep an eye on James. .

Sirius smokes, James doesn't. At least not officially. He totally borrows from Sirius all the time. .

James is a morning person, Sirius more of an insomniac who manages to run on like 3 hours of sleep but grumbles in the morning .

When both of them get woken up in the middle of the night though Sirius brain is fully there immediately, James needs a minute to get there .

James is left-handed. They have adjusted their duelling style around that for maximum impact on their enemies .

They are scary when they fight together .

They both have dragon heartstring wand cores .

James is a tiny bit better at Transfiguration, Sirius a bit better at Charms .

Sirius is not a fan of Potions. He can do it but he doesn't love all the precise cutting and stirring and the slow process of it all (and Slughorn isn't helping with constantly trying to get him to join his little Club). James is a lot more patient with the Potion process and also the one that keeps their dorm well stocked on all they need – from Painkiller to Pepperup Potions – to get though all their full moon adventures unnoticed .

They have a table claimed in the back corner of the library that is basically theirs. No one else gets to sit there. First years ending up there get shooed away. This is where they do a lot of their research for various projects so they don't have to carry all the books around between their dormitory and the library .

Sirius wears one of James' old Quidditch jerseys to all of his games. James loves to see his last name in big letters on Sirius' back (especially when they are playing against Slytherin and Regulus gets to see it) .

Sirius secretly loves James' Captain badge

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Another Time? (SuperBat)

Summary: But he hated the media.

“I brought Damian with me, hoping you guys will be nice to me.” Clark said

A03

Language: En

AN: Excited to share more SuperBat with you guys!!!

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When Coach Clark walked into the conference room to be interviewed for the post game report, he had a familiar child in his arms. 

He sat down at the conference table that the media team set up with the Gotham Devils decor decorating the table, along with a stuffed animal of their mascot Damian Devil, named after the owner’s son. 

Said son was in his arms right now. 

The three year old was wearing a miniature version of his brother Jason’s jersey. Jason was in another room giving a post-game interview with the other captains. 

Clark was wearing a black and yellow jacket, a jacket that the other Coaches wear as well, but they were dealing with the other players, and as Head Coach, he was the one who always had to do the post-interviews. 

But he hated the media. 

“I brought Damian with me, hoping you guys will be nice to me.” Clark said, adjusting Damien in his lap as he leaned to the side to get his bottle to give to Damien. 

The Media laughed, but he was serious. 

They seemed to be ready to blame him for everything. 

Before he came to Gotham, he was a coach at Metropolis University. He was there for ten years. That was where he originally met Jason, and after Jason was drafted to the New Orlean Swamp Things, they stayed in touch. 

It was after his Father bought the Gotham Riddlers a few years ago, and Jason moved to that team, and told Clark that his Father was looking for a new Head Coach after he fired the last one. 

“You seem to always have a Wayne close to you, Coach Kent.” Lois said, with a wink. 

He had a love-hate relationship with Miss Lane. 

He can’t help but respect her, and she was one of the nicer sports journalists. 

“I like being on good terms with the owners.” He replied. 

“Is that what they are calling it, Coach Kent?” Lois chuckled. “But tell me more about that play you coached together that has the team fumbling in the first half? Do you think maybe you should have someone other than a nepo baby as Quarterback?” 

Clark kept his smile in place. 

He will never understand the media’s hatred of Jason, when that man has shown his talent time and time again. He has two Superbowl wins under his belt from his previous team, and he was Captain his last year there. 

His other two Captain, Roy, and Kon don’t get this much hatred from the Media like Jason does. 

He leans over to the side to get some crackers out of his bag to give to Damien. 

Damian was looking around the room, ignoring the media. He took the bag, and began to eat. Clark suspects he was looking for either DIck or his Father. They sometimes stop by the Media room. 

Clark took his baseball cap off, and placed it on the table, and pushed his glasses up his face. “Jason has shown his capabilities over and over again. The other team has Wally West, and he is a very talented player. He wasn't listed as the fast player in the NFL for nothing, Miss. Lane. And that play is a play I stand by. My fellow coaches and I have practiced with the other players and taken their input into consideration for this game, but at the end of the day we are human.” 

And they did win.  Goes unsaid. 

Miss Lane tries to ask another question, but she’s interrupted by another journalist speaking up. 

He spends the next hour answering questions. 

When the media is packing up their equipment, Bruce enters the room with Dick behind him. Bruce has a suit on, but Dick has a Gotham Jacket on, but one for the Public Relations Team. He does Modeling for the team and for Fashion Brands. While the team’s uniforms are made by Under Armour, everyone’s Jackets are made from Coach. 

Even the suit Bruce has on is from Coach. 

“Hey Damian.” Dick says he picks Damien out of Clark’s arms, who is still sitting down. “You look tired.” He presses his cheek into Damien, but the stoic child silently allows it to happen. 

“Am not.” He replies. 

Dick coos over him. 

Bruce kisses Damien’s cheek, but walks around them to Clark. He puts a hand on Clark’s shoulder, standing over him. “NIce job.” He compliments. 

“You were watching?” 

Bruce nods. “I watch everything my team is doing.” 

Clark chuckles. He already knows that about Bruce, but for some reason, he always likes the reassurance that Bruce has his back. “You look nice.” He looks Bruce up and down. “Got a gala to go to after this?” 

He shakes his head, removing his hand. “No, unless you mean spending the evening watching a movie about Vampire that steals things.” 

“It’s Duke’s turn to pick.” Damian speaks up. He’s pushing Dick’s hair out of his face. 

“Yeah, Coach. You should come over.” Dick says. 

A denial is right on the tip of his tongue. It’s beyond unprofessional to go hang out with your boss even if he’s been on good terms with the Waynes since Jason’s college days. 

“I need—.” 

“You can shower at our place. It’s been a while since you’ve been over. Even Arthur visits more than you do.” Bruce puts his hand back on Clark’s shoulder. 

Massaging it this time. 

Clark’s eyes widened. 

He’s heard rumors about Bruce being a bit of a slut, and that a shoulder massage was one of his subtle messages that sex was his aim. 

Clark makes eye contact with Bruce and raises a brow. 

Bruce tilts his head with a smirk. 

OH.

Oh…

He can’t hide the fact that Bruce has been on his list for a long time. 

He puts his hand on top of Bruce’s. “As hard as it is to deny a good time. I rather do this on my own time, and I need to go home. We do have practice in the morning.” He presses a finger into Bruce’s ring finger, before taking his hand back. 

Bruce smiles softly, and removes his hand, putting it back in his pocket. “Well you’re hard to pin down, Clark, but I’ll let you lead.” 

He backs up to take Damian from Dick’s arms, and holds the boy close to him. “Tell Mr. Kent good night. He’s been good at indulging you today.” 

Damian stares blankly at him. “Good night, Mr. Kent. Until we meet again.”  Then he puts his head on Bruce’s shoulder. 

Bruce and Dick wave at him as they depart, and they head toward the exit. 

Clark exhales a breath he didn’t know he was holding. He flops back in his chair. 

“Damn. I thought I got a good scoop tonight. ‘Coach finally bangs the owner. Sexual tension finally released.’ “ Lois somehow quietly snuck up on him. Her hip was on the table across from him, arms crossed as well. 

“Not now Lois.” Clark reprimanded. He turns his head toward her as it rests on the back of the chair. He laces his fingers together on his lap. 

Lois chuckles. “Not my fault, you're fumbling a bag, and a good man.” She does a one shoulder shrug. 

“You just want a raise. Our team doesn’t need a scandal.” 

Lois scoffs at him. “I’ll get a raise regardless.” She looks at her watch. “Also, the scandal would last like two hours. Between Wayne money and Dick Grayson, nothing really sticks to this team for long.” She stands up from the table. “I’m officially off the clock, and back to being your friend. So breakfast tomorrow? No work talk.” She raises a fist toward him as a peace offering. 

He wants to say no. 

She’s the enemy and his best friend. 

He raises his fist. Bumping it with Lois. “Yeah, yeah.” 

She smiles wide, and leaves him to go with her cameraman. 

Clark rubs a hand down his face. 

Either Lois or a Wayne was going to get him killed. 

___________

It was going to be a Wayne. 

Specifically Richard Grayson. 

“Come on, Clark. It’s just a few pictures. You aren’t online, so you don’t know how popular you guys are.” Dick says with some of the Media team members behind him, and another Wayne child, Tim. Who looked like he was wearing Kon’s Captain's jacket. Clark refused to stare too long, because he was not going to touch that if that were true. 

“There are literal edits of you guys.” Tim said while looking at his phone. 

“What is this even for?” Clark asked while he sat at his desk. They were all in his office, Bruce was standing at the window behind Clark’s chair. Bruce was there before the Media team showed up, they were discussing what colleges they were thinking of visiting for new recruits for the following season. 

Bruce was originally sitting on Clark's desk while Clark massaged his thigh as they talked, but moved once they heard footsteps coming in the office’s direction. 

“A calendar.” Dick said, looking cheeky. 

Clark looked hard at Dick. “Which month?” 

“Does it matter?” 

“Shouldn’t you guys be getting sexy shirtless pictures of my team? You know the players? The reason you guys and I have a paycheck.” 

Dick waved him off. “People have seen my brother naked more than enough times, but the Head Coach and the Owner sitting in their office?” Dick did a chef’s kiss. “Art.” 

“Profit.” Tim said. “It’s profit like anything else we do. You and my Father have the subreddits in a fury more than when we lose. Heck even more than Jason right now, and that’s saying something.” Tim put his phone away. “So, do you want that paycheck to continue?” 

“Damn, Tim.” Dick said. 

“Oh fuck off. You promise me coffee at that spot I like if I come along.” 

“Yes, yes. You were so busy before I came to bug you.” Dick said sarcastically. He ruffled Tim’s hair. 

Bruce moved back to the desk, sitting where he was originally. He grabbed Clark’s hand and put it on his thigh, backing up enough for it to be seen by the camera. “Is this enough, Dick?” 

Dick smiled, and gave a thumbs up. He moved sideways, so the media team could set up the lighting and cameras for the quick photo-shoot. 

They did a few testing shots for the lighting.  

Once that was settled, they began. 

“Hey, B, get closer to Clark. Clark rests your head on my Dad’s arm and wraps an arm around his waist. Yes, yes like that.” 

The cameras went off a few more times. 

“Now stand up and look down at Bruce. Yes, like that.” 

Clark stood over Bruce, and they looked into each other’s eyes. They couldn’t help smiling at each other. Clark got bold and gripped Bruce’s chin, making Bruce’s eye dilate, and damn if that didn’t make Clark seriously wish there weren't other people in this room. 

“Woah.” Dick said, and Clark didn’t know what he was saying that for. He was too busy resisting the urge to kiss Bruce. 

Bruce was a very handsome man. 

He would rather be before more with Bruce, but if all he could be was a notch on the Wayne’s belt, then he’d gladly treasure that memory if they were to get that far. 

The camera continued to click. 

“Um. I think we got it.” Clark doesn’t know who said that. 

Clark let go, and dropped his hand. He put his hands on his jacket’s pocket to hide the stimming he was doing. He wanted to pull Bruce’s shirt out of his pants. Run his fingers along his soft skin. 

“So we’re good. Mr. Wayne and I can get back to business?” 

Tim coughed. 

Dick punched Tim’s shoulder.  “Oh, we’re totally good.” 

And they finally left. 

Clark relaxed his shoulder once the door was closed again. 

“Bruce.” He looked down at Bruce, who was still sitting on his desk. 

“Hmm?” Bruce replied. 

“Did you come here to fuck me?” 

Bruce smiled. “Well I do own you in a way. So I’d say it’s my right.” He put a finger in Clark’s pan’t belt loop. 

“That was a full HR meeting.” He cupped Bruce’s face. Pressing a thumb along Bruce’s bottom lip. 

“It’s not like you can afford to sue me.” 

Clark feels so disgusted that this type of power is turning him on. Bruce Wayne could seriously ruin his life. 

“My Pa warned me about men like you.” He leaned forward to kiss Bruce on the lips. He slipped his tongue into his Boss’s mouth. 

Bruce couldn’t help but chuckle into the kiss as he returned it. He slipped his finger out of the belt loop, and glided his hand over to Clark’s zipper. He pinched the zipper between his fingers. “If I suck you off, can I be your Daddy instead?” 

(Would love any comment or reblogs! Thank you so much for reading my fic! You're the best!)

[eden031]

Golden girl

Steve Rogers x reader

Angst, Hurt/Comfort, fluff, reader had superpowers, canon divergence, post hulk snap

After the snap some people came back different. Some of them suddenly able to do things they could have never dreamed of before, but sometimes things are not as glorious as they seem and not everyone wants to be a Hero

She had always been the golden girl. In the eyes of her family she was the perfect child, the perfect daughter: dutiful, kind to her older relatives, focused on her studies, good marks, no strange partners or drug abuse. Not like her older brother who had always been the problem child, rebelling against everything her parents had wanted from him. Never doing as he had been told and even refusing to go to college, even if he really wanted to. He had told her as much, he had wanted to go, but because of their parents he refused to go.

To her friends she appeared to be the perfect friend: always looking out, supportive, never cancels plans too late, always there when you need a shoulder to cry on or someone to celebrate with.

It had been hard for her after the snap, after disappearing and coming back again, adjusting to a different life, missing four years was nothing small. Most of her friends had moved on, lived their own lives now. Even most of the people that had disappeared seemed to have it easier than her.

With a sigh she sat down on the park bench. Most people had come back normal. They had not been changed, but what had been normal about this whole thing, about disappearing and coming back. After she had come back it was almost as if she could feel the electricity in everything, hear the buzz of the electrical lines in the city. When it had first happened she really didn‘t know what had happened, when she had felt like she had fainted and woke up in her apartment, a burnt smell filling her nose. Her room was filled with traces of electrical burns. Both of her parents had come in only a few moments later, shouting, trying to understand what had just happened.

Now she was not what they had wanted, the perfect girl, she was different now, broken in her own parent‘s eyes, even if now more options had come in her direction than ever before.

„Aren‘t you cold?“ the smooth voice of the man with the blonde hair came from beside her. His eyes shone in the light of the afternoon, in one hand he held the jersey jacket he had been wearing only a few moments before.

„I am fine. Thank you.“ she smiled at him, redirecting her gaze back at the lake in front of her. It had all come so differently than she had hoped for when she was a little girl. A soft humm drew her attention, she looked up, seeing the red and golden suit flash over them.

“Do you want to talk about it?“ he asked, she could feel his warmth radiating from beside her. A soft hum left her lips as the tears began to cloud her vision.

„I just wanted a normal life.“ she whispered, her voice cracking as she spoke. A single tear ran down her cheek as she looked over at the first Avenger. „I just wanted to live a normal life. I wanted to finish college and go to medical school.“ her voice cracked again as she looked at Steve. His gaze softened as he looked at her, she knew that he would probably tell her that this was a good thing, that she was now with people that could help her. He had been her rock, one of the only people that had seemed to understand that she was not elated at having this new life. Taken out of college by the State, being labeled as a danger to public safety. Her parents turned their back on her, not being the person they wanted her to be, not the amazing doctor they wanted her to be.

„Hey, shsh,“ Steve gently took her hand, squeezing it in his. „I know that you didn‘t want this.“ he whispered kindly, stroking the back of her hand with his thumb. She grabbed his arm with her other hand, shuffling closer to him.

„Everyone I cared about and everyone that cared about me is just poof, gone in the wind. They don‘t know me anymore! They don‘t even know why I can‘t talk to them anymore. I am a risk to public safety, I can‘t even go out without anyone trailing me.“ hot tears continued running down her cheeks as she leaned into the man sitting beside her.

“I know that it is hard but things will get better and you can‘t change this. You know, you are our golden girl. The next star.“ he smiled at her, trying to comfort her. She sniffed, feeling her throat tighten as he called her that, the name her parents had always called her. During her childhood, the golden girl, the hope for the future.

“Come on, you are freezing cold.“ Steve gently took her elbows in his hands, drawing her up from where she was sitting. It was almost like that snapped her out of the loop she had fallen in, these simple words made her snap out of it.

As they walked through the park attached to the compound there was silence. Steve simply draped the jersey jacket over her shoulders as they walked. The air was quiet, most of the others were at the compound, only a few Avengers were gone on business, only some on missions, everything had been quiet recently.

Finally they reached the compound, the warm air making her shudder as they walked into the main entrance hall.

„It will get better eventually.“ Steve said in a quiet voice as they walked through the hallways of the compound. „At first it was like this. You feel alienated, you aren‘t like all the people that are around you anymore. People don‘t understand that some things are just different about you now.“ he paused. „Sometimes that can be a good thing and sometimes it isn‘t. It takes some time getting used to if I am honest and even here most don‘t even understand it.“

She looked at him as they had reached her door. Steve had always been one of the more understanding people, one of the only people that seemed to understand her. Now after some time she finally understood why he had been so understanding, the first Avenger had been in the same situation as her in some way.

„And it will take time until people see you as more than they want to see you as. It will take time until they will see you as more than a mascot for something they have made up in their mind.“ he gave her a kind smile and she felt her heart sink into her chest. The blonde hair slightly disheveled and the crooked smile made him look even more charming than he already did.

„I know that you can do this. I know that you are able to overcome this. It only takes some time.“ he smiled at her, his eyes crinkling at the corners. She smiled softly, nodding her head as she stepped closer to him, hugging him tightly as she rested her head on his chest. Steve wrapped his arms around her, resting his cheek against the top of her head, gently pressing a kiss to her forehead.

„Thank you.“ she muttered against his chest.

„Of course. Can‘t have our golden girl be sad, right?“ he smiled at her, letting go of her, cupping her head with his hands and pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. She laughed as she pulled away from him, a large grinning adorning her face as she opened the door to her room with her heart hammering in her chest.