#but only Gomez is able to pull it off

[cocoabubbelle]

SCOGUE-“Tember”

Day 4: [🦇] Addams Family

Nobody asked for this:

But I did it anyway 😜

[bnpd]

❛❛ the bed's getting cold and you're not here ❜❜

now playing : the heart wants what it wants by selena gomez ♫⋆.˚

SYNOPSIS: your boyfriend left to travel the world for a press tour that'll last months. the distance between you causes a rift. however much it hurts, you love him and you'll choose what your heart wants above all else. will you soon regret your decision?

DRABBLE WORD COUNT: 1.2k tags: angst pairing: jungkook x reader

author's note: not proofread, I wrote this after I saw this jungkook edit. i miss jungkook so bad </3

It’s been weeks since he left for his press tour. And the ache in your heart remains. 

Long periods of time where he’d leave you cold and wanting. Days gone without contacting one another. 

Every other week you’d schedule a video or voice call, and those 30 to 60 minutes would feel amazing. Until he’d get pulled away for a meeting, or a responsibility in his heavily packed schedule. 

He'd send you endless pictures and videos of his favorite sights, but it only stung more. Not being able to be there for him or experience these new sights with him. How could you? You had a life back home.

A life full of work and personal responsibilities. Maybe you could leave it behind for just a moment, but you had already gave up so much for him.

You had so much to lose while he had an inch. You lost so much in the process of it all.

Secrets about your relationship ruined your friendships. No one could know you were dating Jungkook, sneaking around created mistrust within your friendships.

You had to be cautious or else word would get around and suddenly everything would get blown out of proportion. The pinch of privacy would diminish in a heartbeat. 

You began to put him above your friends. How could you not? The way he made you feel was electrifying. It was him or no one. 

He didn’t treat you wrong, never disrespected you or made you feel less of who you were as a person. He completed you. But his work as an idol meant so much more to him. It consumed him and his time. 

You understood. You met him as someone who was dedicated to his craft. Somebody who spent day and night proving himself in a dance studio or a record booth. 

You sigh as you watch your call go to voicemail. Your throat tightens, and tears begin to blur your vision. 

You swallow the lump in your throat before setting your phone face down on the table. Too much of a coward to antagonize yourself over a possible message from him. 

He promised. And he broke it.

Lately, he’d been blowing you off. You knew how much this press tour meant to him. How much time and dedication he put into this. How content he would feel after finishing. How he needed this to feel more worthy of his role as a singer. 

This time it felt a little different. He’d always make it to your scheduled calls. He’d never miss a date or a detail. You were beyond worried. 

Some say it’s a weakness, staying, but it takes so much of you everyday. It’s a strength in itself, although some say it’s a weakness. Like today. 

Today, it feels like your heart pounds against your chest at the thought of him, yearning for him. 

Sometimes you weaken—sometimes days feel never ending and you find yourself wondering what the future holds. It’s during days like these where the ache feels too uncertain, and the unknown renders you helpless. 

It pains you to watch him all over your social media, smiling and content. While you curl up on his side of the shared bed on most nights, watching him from the other side of the world, waiting to even hear from him directly. 

You met him 7 years ago. You were working as a tattoo artist–still are–and he came in with his friend, looking for a sentimental tattoo—something that would stick with him. 

So, you drafted up some pieces for him based on what he shared with you. Shockingly, he only wanted a four letter word on his knuckles. You happily obliged. 

Then, he kept coming for more tattoos. And more, and more.

As a tattoo artist, sometimes you get close to a client. Especially when said client appreciates art, and an outside perspective on his thoughts through another artist's point of view. 

Then two years down, he asked you out. 

You should have known better than to involve yourself with a lifestyle like Jungkook’s. You had dealt with quite a few semi-popular clients throughout your years of working. But Jungkook? He was by far, the most special one.

The media had begun to speculate about your relationship, but Jungkook never made a comment on it and soon they forgot about it. Or they buried it under the rest of the endless theories. 

Soon though, things began to get a little hectic. With how fast BTS was rising to fame his time for you began to dwindle. 

You wish you were strong enough to leave and find better. But you don’t want to. Your heart is content in being where it is. With him. Where it belongs. 

Even as he takes it with him far away. 

You smile pitifully before blowing out your birthday candles. A pain in your chest explodes and it begins to invade your insides, suffocating you. It leaves you breathless and winded. It wounds you so strongly that you rub your chest in a futile attempt to ease the pain. 

It hurts more when you recall the last conversation you two had. Was he still upset?

“Baby…come on, don’t be like that.”

“Don’t be like what?” You frown, knowing he won’t see it, but the yearning in your chest makes you ache all over. 

“Like that.” You can hear the slight frustration in his tone and it almost makes you burst out in tears. You try your best to keep your composure. For his sake and yours.

“I’m not trying to be like anything,” you murmur, “I just miss you. It’s been several days where I haven't heard from you.” 

He sighs on the other end of the phone before speaking, “I miss you too, and I know. I’m sorry for that. But hearing you like this isn’t making it any easier for me.” 

You feel incredibly annoying. It hurts to miss him everyday.

Maybe expressing your feelings about it may not have helped. 

But in the end, you're just as hurt and sometimes the emotions bottled up come out unwarranted. “And you think it’s any easier for me?” 

Now you’re just peeved at his reaction. When you told him about the ache in your chest from his absence you didn’t mean to offend him. You simply wanted to find safety in his reassurance. 

So, you continue to push a little more, “Is it so wrong to miss my boyfriend? I’m sorry if my tone doesn’t sound like the happiest person in the world. I just miss you.”

“Well, I’m trying to have a conversation with you and you’re just bringing my mood down with all this shit.”

His rough tone laced in annoyance stuns you to silence. 

“Okay. Then, I’ll just take it somewhere else.”

“Wait–” You hang up the phone before the tears begin to fall freely. 

Truthfully you felt guilty after your conversation with Jungkook. After you cried out, you reflected and realized that his words held some truth. Would you have felt good if your partner called you and they sounded a bit dejected? Of course. 

So you texted him an apology, acknowledging his feelings and your mistakes. 

Unfortunately for you, he never replied. 

The next phone call never acknowledged the incident. But you did—countless times in your cage of a mind. 

Jungkook was, by no means, awful to you. Before he left on his press tour, he was the most amazing boyfriend. Which is why you give him some leeway.

He’s a busy man, an honest and loyal one. You trust him with your life. He’s worth the ache, you convince yourself. He’s worth the sleepless nights full of sadness and endless insecurities. A man like Jungkook is rare to come by. 

So, you’ll hold onto him until you can’t—until your arms ache and they physically can no longer withstand the strain. 

You’ll wait for him, for as long as you must. You just hope you’re still worth coming home to when he returns. Then, you hope tomorrow goes easier on your hopelessly devoted heart. 

NOTES: ngl might make a part 2 of jungkooks pov, using a JB song that fits this exact scenario. and I AM CURRENTLY ACTIVELY WORKING ON GOJO FIC, ITS LONG ASF !

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[timbradfordslover]

Summary: Tim has been working a lot and you haven’t seen him in 5 days.

Pairing: Tim Bradford x fem reader

Warnings: none

A/N: This story is based on Selena Gomez’s “Cologne” that was only officially released on Revival’s Deluxe CD. It cannot be found on any streaming platforms but some people have uploaded it to YouTube.

Cologne

Tim has been working very late the past week.He has been working a difficult case with Metro and has been doing a lot of overtime. He has only been home to sleep while his wife Y/N is at the veterinary clinic. He has only been able to text her to let her know whenever he gets home.

Y/N is exhausted when she comes home. She had several cases of cats eating yarn and hair ties. She just wants to take a hot bath and lay in Tim's arms. She goes to take off her shoes but stops to read a text from Tim. He says he's going to be working late for the fifth night in a row. Her heart drops as she reads it. She hasn't seen him in days and is dreading another night alone. She goes to feed Kojo and Osleya the cat before heading to the bathroom to shower.

After she showers and is ready for bed, she goes over to Tim's closet. She pulls out a Dodgers jersey and throws it on over her underwear. It swallows her as he is much taller than her. She goes over to his nightstand and grabs his cologne. She sprays it on her and goes to get Kojo and Osleya. They both hop into bed with Y/N on Tim's side of the bed. Osleya curls up next to her, and Kojo lays near the foot of the bed. The smell of pine and cedar engulfs her as sleep takes her.

3 hours later, Tim finally gets done with the case that has been keeping him away from Y/N. He walks out of the station and texts her before getting into his truck. When he walks into his and Y/N's shared bedroom, he sees Y/N asleep on his side of the bed in his Dodgers jersey. He smiles at her before quickly getting into the shower.

He gets into bed next to her and pulls her onto his bare chest and wraps his arms around her. Her eyes flutter open to see two blue ones smiling down at her. "You're home!"

She exclaims quietly. "Mhmm. Why do you smell like me?" He asks.

"I, uh, no reason." She stutters.

"I think I know why," he chuckles softly.

"I've missed you a lot," she said into his chest.

"Well, to make up for me being gone all week, I'm going to take tomorrow off. I'll take you to and from work and bring you food." He says into her hair.

"Really?!" She asks excitedly. "Mhmm, I'll make dinner too," he says to her. "I love you," she says sleepily.

"I love you too. You look so cute in my jersey, baby." He says while rubbing her back as they both fall asleep in each other’s arms.

[arijackz]

Aries Moon ✧ Taurus Mars Allure

Complementary yet opposing, Mars and Venus resemble fraternal siblings—distinct in their approach, yet intrinsically linked in their pursuit of greatness. Mars, the courageous brother, achieves what he desires through direct and competitive action. His motto is, "To be exceptional you have to be alone, that's the life of a warrior." Venus, on the other hand, embodies grace and diplomacy. She wins her battles not through force, but through collaboration and the art of persuasion.

Venus, the hottest planet in our solar system, and Mars are both insatiably hungry for what they desire—their passions burning with equal intensity. The only difference lies in their approach: Mars believes the path to achievement is through fierce competition, rising to the top by outperforming others, while Venus believes true success comes from dissolving barriers, uniting people, and creating harmony.

This is the classic "Play Innocent" charm, where beneath a soft and welcoming exterior lies a powerful, primal energy. The native can shift between wild, unbridled eroticism (which often results in public scandals), and a polished, approachable image that draws in massive crowds with ease. Behind this duality are two bloodthirsty planets, both hungry for victory and recognition, creating an ever-present push-pull dynamic. When it comes to relations, these individuals tend to be both commanding and delicate, taking charge when needed, yet also able to yield in a way that drives others wild with desire.

Lmao, this is the placement of sexy, baby faces.

☆ JANET JACKSON ☆ - 5th H Moon & 7th H Mars

☆ SELENA GOMEZ ☆ - 9th H Moon & 10th H Mars

☆ ANDY BIERSACK ☆

☆ LUCAS TILL ☆

WARNING: House positions are up for debate since these are not confirmed birth times.

I did these based off tropical signs. I love the sidereal ayanamsas, but it feels right to start this series with the original solstice and equinox calculations. Feel free to think of these natives as sidereal Pisces and Aries natives!

[shittalkerxox]

For Halloween, Bruce and Selina dress up as Gomez and Mortica Addams, and the kids immediately decide they have to dress up at the other members of the family.

Dick somehow manages to get Alfred into a Grandmama costume and dresses himself up Lerch, but when Alfred chastises him and says it definitely makes more sense for them to swap, he gives in and somehow ends up as Grandmama, while Alfred is Lerch.

Jason goes all out as Uncle Fester and loves every second of being able to be as unhinged as he can be.

Tim and Damian have a long debate over who gets to be Wednesday and Pugsley. Tim reasons that since he is older, and so is Wednesday, he should be her. Mostly because there's no way he's even giving Damian the chmace to pretend to be older even if it is for a dumb halloween party. Damian argues that is only reasonable that he gets to be the stoic Wednesday and refuses to even consider the possibility of changing. They argue for so long, that eventually Jason shuts them both up and assigns them a role. I'll let you decide who won.

Cass says from the outset that she wants to be Thing. Nobody really knows how the hell she's going to pull that off, but they leave her to it. She takes a lot of liberty with the costume, turning herself into a Frankenstein-esqu version of Thing, with stitches goung everywhere and a black dress and makeup to rival Selina's. She also pretends to chop off her own hand and carries around a butcher knife the whole night for that very reason.

Duke goes as Cousin It and spends the whole night ominously staring into the eyes of unsuspecting guests and freaking them the fuck out. He changes the sunglasses that he wears throughout the night, too, making different expressions and prettending to be from different eras.

[canadianfangirl-95]

Liar, Liar, Hearts on Fire 

Paramedic Frankie x f!reader 

Summary: After a head spinning car crash, you’re left with unresolved feelings for a handsome paramedic. After finally running into him again, will you and he able to cross the finish line and navigate the ever-changing dating world with your lack of trust in the premise of long-lasting relationships? Or will he be waving a red flag in the end? 

Series Warnings and Information: 18 + minors DNI, reader is in 30s, Frankie in 40s, post events of Triple Frontier, car accident, minor injuries, blended families, divorce, legal/medical mumbo-jumbo which I have done no research on, brief talk about past drug use from reader & Frankie, talks about Toms death, discussion of anxiety medication & anxiety, lying, swearing, reader has hair long enough to put in clip, drinking, fluff, smut, fingering, protected piv, oral f & m receiving 

Series Masterlist 

Chapter 3 Word Count:  6600+

Chapter 3  -

Frankies eyes are wide and his jaw slack as he takes in your presence, “Red, uh, what are you doing here?” His voice is barely above a whisper as his mind runs a mile a minute. 

Clearing your throat, you look nervously at the papers in your hands. “I’m a paralegal at this firm. And you’re a uh, client I guess?” 

He nods and clears his throat, “Yeah, but I’ve typically been dealing with-,�� 

“Sherry.” You cut him off, “Yeah, she called in sick today so I’m just filling in.” Your voice trails off as you try to process the situation.  

“Oh, okay. Look if this is too weird, I can probably reschedule and come back.” He says with concern in his voice.  

Taking a deep breath in and out, you try to reason with yourself. You’ve only known this man a few weeks and kissed him once. It would be unprofessional to go to Laura with this issue when the firm is already so backed up with clients. Shaking your head you reply, “No, no, I’m fine. If you are.” 

He nods, “Okay.” Concern smothering his voice and trying to draw the word back into his mouth for fear of what you are about to discuss. 

Pulling your lips tight, you take the seat opposite him at the table. The oak tabletop is somewhat cool thanks to the harsh air conditioning in the room, and you pull your cardigan tighter on your shoulders after placing the folder down. “So, -” you choke out.  “How we normally start this is I will ask a few questions, go over the agreement one more time, and then your signature.” 

“Alright.” Frankie breathes out nervously. The fabric on his t-shirt is pulling tightly on his shoulders as he shifts in the leather chair. 

Flipping through the pages, you find the area of the questions to confirm. “Um,” checking the top of the page you say quietly, almost to yourself. “Francisco Morales.” Finding out his full name for the first time.  

“Yes, but I go by Frankie. Or Fish, with my friends.” He comments, his brows knitted together.  

You nod, remembering how he said his friends had a thing about nick names. “Okay, so you and Maria Gomez have been separated for one full year is that correct?” You ask, his comment at the bar about how he hasn’t been in a relationship in a year rings in your ears. 

Swallowing hard he answers, “Yes, that’s correct.” 

“And,” tapping your pen nervously on the table, you stutter through the next line. “Have you and her reconciled at all in the last year?” Reconcile, you think, just a legal way of asking if you’ve banged again post separation.  

“No, no not even once.” He says firmly and your eyes meet. A beat passes as you stare at each other, both wishing a different person were on the other side of this table. 

Nodding, you continue. “Okay, was there any infidelity in the marriage leading up the separation?” 

“No.” he confirms.  

Flipping the page, you take in the review of the agreement. “Okay, I am just going to start reading through the main points of the agreement and you just stop me if there’s an issue.” Looking up at him, he nods in acknowledgement. “You have sold the home purchased in both of your names and divided the profits 50/50. You have retained 50% of the possessions in the house, minus any sentimental belongings of Ms. Gomez. You will retain possession of the 2005 GMC Sierra, purchased in your name. You will-,” your voice trails off as you read the next line to yourself. A lump forms in your throat and you try to continue, Frankies eyes never leave you once. “You will retain 50/50 shared custody of your son, Nico Santiago Morales. Holidays and vacations will be decided fairly between the two of you.” Finding out about Frankies’ son in such a way feels awful, like a punch in the gut. You do your best to maintain professionalism as you continue. “You will retain 100% of your military pension.” Your eyebrows knit together, as you have only known him as paramedic, not as a veteran. “And, lastly, as it is shared custody, neither of you have requested child-support from the other.”  

He straightens up, “Listen, this is not how I thought you would find out about any of this.” You lean back, crossing your arms and looking around the room as you contemplate the situation. “I would’ve told you everything at our date. About Nico and the divorce. I swear I was not going to lie about any of it.”  

You nod and chew the inside of your cheek, “I’m sorry Frankie, this isn’t fair to either of us really. You should’ve had the opportunity to tell me, and I should’ve had the opportunity to process. Just a really really shitty situation if you ask me.” Tears prickle the edges of your eyes, thinking he may just want to call it all off after this trainwreck of a derailment in your what could be a relationship.  

He reaches his hand forward on the table, “I, I don’t want this to be the end though. I like you and I’d still like to go on our date. If you’re comfortable. I won’t be a client here after I sign these papers anymore, Maria and I will be done, only seeing each other for Nico. We can try to do a normal relationship, as if this never happened.” 

Shaking your head you reply, “But it did happen, Frankie. Or, Francisco.” You say quietly before lifting your head back to his eye level. It feels heavy on your neck, like a boulder is pushing it down to force you to shrink further in on yourself as your nerves begin to take over. Your voice cracks with emotion as you begin, “I found out, all this incredibly personal information about you without your real consent. Like yes you agreed to do this meeting, but not your preference by any means.” Tucking your fist under your chin you think out loud, “I feel like I violated your personal space and forced myself in.”  

“Please don’t feel like that. It’s not ideal, at all.” He says, leaning forward on his elbows and pinching the brim of his hat together in nervousness. “But it is what it is, and like I said, I just want a chance to try this again.”  

Looking up, you take in the sincerity of his eyes, the want, the hurt. Your heart pangs in your chest, and your stubbornness caves, “Okay. If you’re okay with it. I’m still gonna feel bad and will have lots of questions of course.” You say, trying to shove the nervousness aside and focus on the man sitting across the table from you, begging for another shot. 

He smiles shyly, “That’s no problem, I have answers.”  

You let out a deep breath and laugh quietly, “Okay, well that was, surprisingly not the most eventful final signing I’ve ever had but still a doozy.” Wiping your moisture-stricken hands on your pants, you try to adjust yourself in your seat to be more confident. 

He chuckles, “I can’t imagine what would be crazier than this.” 

“Oh, you have no idea how nasty some of these get.” You say. 

He looks at you intently before asking, “Is this why you have such a guard up when it comes to relationships? You’ve seen so many bad breakups?” 

“Um, yeah, I mean. I’ve been doing it for a long time now. I’ve seen people lie, deceive, and withhold. It just starts to wear on you.” You say nervously.  

Nodding, Frankie continues. “I get it. I know how much a job can impact your view of the world.”  

You’re suddenly reminded of the service he’s been in, but before you dive in, you’re able to ground yourself and file it away for a more appropriate time. Simply nodding and providing an understanding smile, you flip to the last page of the documents and slide them over to him. “If you want to sign on the dotted line, then I will complete the rest of the paperwork today.”  

He grins and grabs a pen out of the pen box seated in the middle of the table, signing his name and dating the document. Sliding it back over to you, you offer a tight-lipped smile and close the folder.  

He leans forward, “So, would my now-former legal counsel advise kissing you right now? It’s all I’ve been able to think of every time I close my eyes.” His face flickers with mischief and a sense of longing. 

You can’t help the warmth of your cheeks as you shake your head and stand. “Those damn cheesy one-liners. Come on, I’ll walk you out.”  

Winking slyly, he stands and follows you out of the room. Resisting the urge to place his hand on the small of your back while in the office. You walk him to the front door and stand near the reception desk. “Alright, Mr. Morales.” You say sternly, he eyes you momentarily before catching on and standing tall with his hands in his pockets. “It was a pleasure working with you, I will get this finalized today and then your final invoice and paperwork will be emailed to you.”  

He nods and takes his hand out to shake, “Thank you.” You take his hand, noting the spark that travels up your wrist. Looking up at him through your lashes, you each share a knowing smirk before dropping your hand and bidding him a final farewell. Watching him saunter out the doors, his broad shoulders fill the space between the frames so well. You can hardly wait for Friday.  

Getting back to your desk, you see your phone light up almost immediately.  

Frankie: Hey Red, sorry I didn’t text you yet this morning. Couldn’t stop talking about how much I like you to the poor paralegal that had to meet with me though. 

Smiling at your phone, you reply; 

Oh poor girl, hope you kept it somewhat professional though and didn’t ask to kiss her. 

Oh...boy I have some apologies to make then. 

You let out a quiet laugh as another text bubble appears. 

Really loved seeing you again though, Friday can’t get here fast enough. 

I’m glad I got to see you too. Can’t wait. I’m gonna get working on that paperwork now so I don’t have to go on a date with a married man though. Not my style. Talk to you later! 

Arriving home later that evening, you sit back on the couch as Burt climbs onto your lap. Giving him a pet, you think hard about the day. It feels like Frankie is going into your date on Friday behind the cue ball, like his life is already out on the table for you before you even get a chance to touch the appetizers. You think about Nico and his divorce, his time in the service, you have time to think about questions, topics and where you want the conversation to go. He’s going to go into the date with you being a bare slate, only knowing a little about your family life and what you do for work. It feels like there’s a tilt. Chewing your fingernail, you absentmindedly stroke your feline friend curled up on your lap from ear to tail, when an idea suddenly hits you. Eyes growing wide, you smile to yourself and stand abruptly, “Sorry bud, got some work to do.” Stepping over to your desk in your spare bedroom that you’ve transformed into a little home office, you flip open your laptop and get to work.  

On Friday morning, Frankie texts you again; 

Are we still good for tonight? Me picking you up at your place around 6:30? 

Actually, change of plans I have to work a bit late. So, would you mind picking me up at my office? I’ll bring a change of clothes and change there before we go. 

Sure thing, see you then! 

Many of the lights have been dimmed as Frankie approaches the office doors. He can see through the windows that Devin is still seated at the reception desk, but the rest of the room looks quiet. Taking a deep breath, he looks down at the outfit he had spent far too long putting together considering it was just a casual first date. Dark wash jeans, his square-toed cowboy boots, a fitted long sleeve black henley. He had asked if he should forgo his staple hat and you had immediately told him that was not an option, so he seated it firmly on his curly locks before he left home, grinning to himself about how you clearly know what you want and aren’t afraid to say it. He pushes open the door and walks in, Devins eyes rise from their spot on the screen in front of him and he smiles.  

“Hi Mr. Morales.” He says pleasantly.  

Frankie nods and looks around, expecting you to be waiting for him at the front ready for your date. “Hi, uh, is-,”  

“Yes, she said you were coming by to finish up some paperwork you had missed the other day. She’s set up in conference room B again. Would you like me to walk you there?”  

He looks down the silenced hall and shakes his head, “No that’s okay. I remember the way.”  

Devin nods and returns to his work. Frankie makes his way down the bland beige hallway, remembering the painting of a beach with seagulls to his right as he passes it. When he arrives at the room, the dark oak door is closed. He knocks hesitantly and a moment later hears your voice ring through.  

“Come in.”  

His mouth turns up slightly and he grasps the cool black door handle. When he steps into the room, he sees you sitting in the same spot that he had sat in earlier this week. You look beautiful, which he expected. Wearing a green blouse with a scoop neck that compliments you in all the right ways.  

“Hey, what are you doing in here?” He asks confused. 

Giving him a devilish grin, you gesture to the seat across from you, “Take a seat, I believe we have some final items to go over before our date.”  

He eyes you suspiciously but looks down at the table, noticing the folder there. Sitting down, he pulls it up to read the title. “Ms.” And says your full name. You nod with a smile.  

Opening the folder to the first page, he skims over the questions listed and lets out a breath. “You know you don’t have to do this.” He says considerately, looking up at you with those baby cow eyes that make you melt. 

Nodding, you reply. “I know, but I want to. I feel like it will give us a clean slate to start.”  

Grinning, he accepts and leans back in his seat. “Alrighty then, first question. When was your last relationship and how long was it young lady?” Looking up at you with a raised eyebrow, he says it with a cheesy Southern sheriff accent. 

“8 months ago. We were together for 6 months.” You say confidently, suppressing the giggle from his impression.  

“And have you reconciled that relationship at all since that time?” he asks cheekily. 

Shaking your head, “No.” 

He grins and flips the paper. Reading the title out loud he chuckles, “Terms of dating me. Please sign at the bottom if you still want to go on this date.”  

You let out an amused breath and watch on as he reads.  

Frankie clears his throat and starts to read the list. “Has a cat named Burt Reynolds, because he looks like he has a mustache. Really, Burt Reynolds? Not Tom Sellick?” he asks jokingly.  

Laughing, you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear and pull your lips tight. “Hey, I like Burt Reynolds more. So, yeah, he’s uh, 5 years old and we are a package deal.” 

“Fair enough.” He comments before continuing. “Broke left arm at age 9 doing a backflip on a trampoline. Not a lot of regard for safety I guess.” He jokes deadpan and you smile. “Can’t stand the sound of someone chewing pretzels. Has been working in divorce law for 8 years. First kiss was Colin North in 4th grade beside the swing set. Well, this is awkward because my first kiss was also, Colin North but we were classy and kissed beside the jungle gym.” You both giggle like children at his joke before he tries to swallow his laughter to continue. “Worst breakup-,” He begins before trailing off, and reading quietly to himself. 

You chew the inside of your cheek nervously, waiting for him to continue.  

His brows brim atop his eyes, he continues. “Worst breakup was with Kenny Dane. Dated from ages 23 to 27. Moved in together, he came home one day and said that he got a promotion to transfer to his corporate office in New York. Offered to go with him, and he said no, that he had-, he had wanted to break up for a while and this is the push he needed to move on.” Sucking his teeth he looks down quietly before meeting your eyes. “I’m sorry that happened to you.” 

Letting a breath out of your nose, you shrug. “Thank you, but I’m fine now. It was hard at the time, took a while to move on, but I don’t think about him anymore.” You say, a small smile tugging on your otherwise dampened looking face.  

He offers a smile, and you smirk, “There’s one more thing before you decide if you wanna sign.” You say. 

Looking down at the last line of the list, his mouth falls agape in amusement. Looking back up at you, he chuckles as he says, “Nickname in college, Boots. Why were you named Boots?” 

You let out a laugh and try to cover your face, “Ummm, because one time at a cowboy night at a frat house I threw up in a guy’s boot who had taken it off to go on the slip and slide and then kept drinking until like 5am. So, it’s for boot and rally and also in memoriam of the poor guy who had to get new boots.” 

A laugh bellows out of his chest as he rubs his eye with his finger. Placing the folder back down on the table as you both erupt into a fit of giggles. “Oh man, that’s so much better than I thought it was gonna be.”  

“Alright, alright. We’re done laughing at me. So, Mr. Morales, do you want to sign on the dotted line and take me out to dinner still?” You ask, winking at him flirtatiously.  

Letting out his last chuckle, he grins and looks down at the paper. He licks his plump lips before reaching forward and grabbing a pen from the holder once again. Signing on the bottom of the page, he makes a point of dotting the end of the signature confidently. “I would be honored, to take you out. I won’t even order pretzels.” He says with a wink.  

Rising from your seat, you round the table, and he stands as well. Tucking his rolling chair back into its place as you approach. “So, would it still be unprofessional to ask for a kiss?”  

The heat grows on your skin, and you bite your lip before shaking your head, “No, I’m not your client anymore.”  

He takes that as a yes and leans in, placing his hands on the small of your back and meeting your wanting lips with his. Your hands come up to hold his neck, grazing your fingers through the curls peeking out of the bottom of his cap. Letting out a breath from your nose, you break and look up at him. His intense gaze tells you exactly how all in he is with this.  

He whispers, “Let’s get going, before we violate some HR policies.”  

You give him a little jab in the stomach with a smile before grabbing the folder on the desk. Taking his hand in yours, you skate by your desk to drop off the folder and grab your bag. Saying goodbye to Devin, he keeps a respectable distance as you head out. Standing in the parking lot, he gestures towards his truck. “Do you wanna follow me to the restaurant?” 

“No, I got an Uber here this morning. So, we could drive together.”  

“Oh perfect, well then. I cannot wait to show you how well my lawyers did in my divorce.” He jokes, gesturing to his truck and starting to walk over. 

“Ah, yes. The 2005 Chevy Sierra. I’ve read about this.” You say, giving a sly smile as he opens the door of the passenger side and helps you jump up. 

Holding the door open he looks around the cab, “Other than Nico, I think this was the only thing I specifically asked for.” He closes the door and rounds the front, jumping into the driver’s seat. He puts it in drive and pulls out onto the road. You look around quietly as he sets the course to the restaurant. There’s a car seat behind him and a collection of books and toys thrown about the back seat. The passenger seat has a variety of takeout drink cups similar to your own and there’s an overwhelming smell of McDonalds French fries that have seemed to permeate the fabric seats. 

“Didn’t know what kind of food you liked so we’re just going to a bar and grill if that’s okay.” He says nervously, his eyes stay on the road ahead as he navigates rush-hour. 

“Sounds good, I’d love a burger right now.” You reply sweetly.  

He smiles and then looks at you, as if he can hear the gears turning in your mind. “So, you’ve had several days now to think about everything you read on Wednesday. What do you wanna know?” 

Your cheeks warm as you think, “Well, I guess, tell me about Nico. Whatever you’re comfortable sharing at least.”  

His eyes light up at your choice of topic, “He’s 2, so you know, terrible twos.” He jokes playfully, “but he’s doing really well with his speech. He’s completely fearless, like he scares the crap out of me with some of the stuff he does. He loves racecars and his favourite show is Spiderman. I didn’t know what to think about becoming a dad at this point in life, but I think, I hope at least, that I’ve been able to keep up with him.” He smiles, the kind of smile where you can tell that’s just his favourite thing to talk about.  

“He sounds great, Frankie.” You say, placing your hand on his arm rested on the console of the truck.  

Looking down at your hand, he chews his bottom lip before looking at you, “I’d love for you to meet him, when the time is right. How do you feel about dating someone with a kid, and you know, the possibilities of having a stepchild?”  

Your eyebrows raise at his question, not from shock but from how impressed you are. Dating is about finding someone to spend a life with, so why tip toe about the fact that even on the first date, you should be thinking about what your life could look like with them. “I’m perfectly fine with it, I’ve dated a man before who had 2 kids actually. I never got a chance to meet them because it didn’t work out, but it didn’t scare me. At my age, a divorce, child, or major life experience of some kind is kind of expected.” 

Nodding, he looks so pleased and joyful with your answer. You continue, “So, any questions you’ve been able to come up with? We can go back and forth all night if you want.” 

“Sure, um how about, you tell me about your friends.” He suggests. 

“Well, I’ve got my brother and sister like I said. Plus, my mom, we’re very close. Then there’s Jade, she’s probably my best friend outside of my family. We met at work about 4 years ago, but she’s very busy as a travelling pharmaceutical sales rep now. So, we don’t see each other a lot, it’s a very casual, low commitment friendship. Which I like because I find I’m a little more introverted nowadays, but it’s nice I can always talk to her when I need to, and we always hang out when she’s in town. It’s like she never left, even if it’s been 3 months. Then there are some friends I’ve had since college that I get together with periodically, and that’s pretty much it.” You say pleasantly.  

“Nice. Well, I like Carlos already. Okay, your turn.” 

Stretching your mouth, you look nervously at him. He rolls his eyes casually, “It’s okay if it’s a serious one. I’m sure we’ll have to talk about it sometime anyway.”  

“Okay, can you tell me about your ex-wife at all?” you ask shyly.  

He nods, “Yes, as you know, her name is Maria. We met 4 years ago, got married a year later. It was all very fast; I think we both felt a certain time pressure as we were already nearing our 40s. We were happy together, but not great really. So, we had Nico, hoping it would solve some problems, bring us closer together. Neither of us regretted him at all, but it didn’t work. Finally, we decided to move on and just hope for the best.” His eyes look sad but not desperate. He speaks candidly but not regretfully. You nod and listen intently as he continues. “She moved out, we sold the house and got started on the separation. Just figured out the custody thing for ourselves and then she got together with Richard and now they’re living together. He’s a nice guy, he really is. Not someone I wanna get a beer with or anything but in terms of another parent raising my child, I don’t think I could ask for more.”  

His story reminds you so much of your own. Your parents got together too quickly and ended it when you were so young. Your mom likes Rosa, they don’t hang out, but they get along. By the time your mom ended up with Tim, your dad didn’t really need to spend too much time getting to know him because you were already in your teens. “Thanks for sharing that, it sounds all so, familiar.”  

He nods, “I figured you would think so. When you told me about your family dynamics, I felt like I was listening to a life story about me.” 

“Yeah, a little bit huh? Guess you know now it isn’t completely downhill from here.”  

“Yeah, you turned out great so, I have high hopes for Nico.”  

Feeling the need to lighten the mood, you joke. “Oh, you think I turned out great? Tell that to Burt Reynolds who has a different bed in every room of my house.” You both laugh. “But seriously, there will be ups and downs, I promise you that, but at the end of the day as long as you all try your best, he’ll be fine.”  

“Thanks Red.” He says sweetly. “And here we are.” You turn to look out your window as you pull into the parking lot of the restaurant. A typical bar & grill, mostly black and wood accents outside with an LED sign for the name.  

You and Frankie go in and take a seat in a dark brown booth with a black metal table between you and a small black pendant hanging above you. The room is loud with bustling customers, staff and music. As soon as the waitress leaves with your drink orders though, the room suddenly stills, as Frankies eyes greet you with a soft kindness that quiets all other noise in the room.  

“So,” you begin. “I guess it’s your turn now.”  

He nods before humming to himself and then a grin tugs at the right side of his face. Scratching his patchy beard, he asks. “Can I learn a little more about Boots?” 

“Ughh.” You let out an embarrassed groan and he chuckles. 

“Sorry, you just don’t seem like the boot and rally type.” 

“No, no it’s fine. I’m not anymore trust me. But when I was in college and early twenties, I was a total partier. Lots of drinking and weed and, in the name of honesty, some casual coke use.” You admit nervously.  

He raises his eyebrows, before letting out a breath. “You know what, don’t feel bad. I uh, had my fair share of that lifestyle as well. But I’m totally clean now, just alcohol.”  

“Oh yeah, for sure me too.” You say, happy to hear that you’ve both pushed past something similar, and he has no judgment on your side.  

“What changed?” He asks. 

Tapping your fingers on the table you reply. “Well, I think I just kind of got it out of my system. It was non-stop for years and that was my whole social life. Then one day I missed a party because I had a headache. I stayed home, read a book, enjoyed some quiet time and that was just kind of it for me. I lost some friends because of it of course, which is why my circle is so tight but that’s okay. I’m still fine with you know, going to a house party or a bar with Jade every now and then but I just don’t want that to be all I do. I like to stay in more than I like going out.” You admit.  

He smiles, “I like that too. I was a bit nervous when my friends wanted me to start going to the bar with them every weekend I didn’t have Nico. It’s just not my thing, but they said that’s where you meet women, and I mean they weren’t wrong. But I am glad I can skip out on a few of those now.”  

His implication that he doesn’t have the need to meet women anymore makes your heart warm, that he’s already feeling the same way that you’re feeling. A thought crosses your mind that makes you ask, “So if last weekend was your weekend off, then, -?”  

Cutting you off politely he waves his hand casually, “Nico is with my mom. And before you feel bad, I asked you out tonight and trust me, he is having a wonderful time right now. Going forward we will probably plan most dates for my off weeks or after he goes to bed. He’s only 2 so he goes to bed at 7:30, you can come over or my niece can come over to hangout and do her homework and we can go out. She’s 14 and her, my sister, my brother-in-law and her younger brothers live a block over from me.” 

Your eyes widen and your smile brightens at how much thought he’s put into dating you. This is definitely not just a passing fling for him, and it makes you wonder where a real man like this has been all your life. The waitress returns with your drinks, and you thank her before quickly scanning the burger menu and ordering the first one you think looks good, having not had a chance to look at the menu while you and Frankie were in such deep conversation.  

After ordering, she departs with the menus and Frankie looks back to you. “I believe it’s your turn.”  

“Right, um, I guess, one thing I remember from the meeting was something about a military pension?” You say cautiously. 

Nodding, he looks a bit more somber this time. “Yes, I uh, served for about 18 years. When I was discharged, I was a pilot with the Special Forces. Did some private flying for a while and some contract uh, - consulting. But then there was an incident, my team leader was killed on mission, and I just couldn’t go back.” Your eyes soften as he speaks, his shoulders somewhat slumped. “My friends, the guys I was with at the bar, I don’t know if you recognize them, but they were also at your crash scene. After that happened, we all came back together and decided to go to school to become paramedics and now we all work on the same team again. We figured our experience would make us good in a crisis and we can help people instead of hurting them.” His voice trails off at the end of his confession. 

You reach your hand across the table, and he lifts his to meet it, a smile pulling at his mouth when you give his hand a firm squeeze of support. “I’m so sorry Frankie, I really am.”  

“Thank you. I’m doing well now; my friend Will works with VA, so we all got pretty involved after that and worked through our shit. I think we’re all doing better.” He speaks like they’re one person, one entity with the same experiences and feelings. 

“You guys are pretty close huh?” You say. 

Nodding, he takes a sip of his drink, “Yeah, they’re my brothers in everything but blood. There’s Will, or Ironhead is his call sign, and then Benny is his little brother, he doesn’t have a nickname, kind of punishment for being last to the team.” He jokes and your eyes lighten with him. “There’s Santiago, or Pope. We actually knew each other before basic, we went to high school together. He took me in when I got the house sold so Nico and I would have a place to land while I try to, you know, navigate this whole thing. And then our leader was Tom, or Redfly. He was, uh, difficult to say the least but a good part of the team for sure.”  

“And you’re Fish, right?” you ask, remembering the conversation earlier this week. 

“Technically it’s Catfish but they shorten it. Pope and I are really the only one who still get called by their names. Ironhead is a bit of a mouthful.” He jokes and you smile and nod.  

Letting go of his hand, his slightly chases you before returning back to his own lap as well. You sit back in your seat comfortably, “So, since I have a nickname now does that mean I’m part of the group?”  

Smirking he confirms, “Absolutely, and trust me, these guys are clingy as hell, so I hope you like a bunch of 6-foot-tall lap puppies.”  

You both let out a chuckle and you wave off his joke, “That’s okay, and trust me I don’t think you’d be able to find a single girl that would say no to that scenario.”  

Your waitress appears with your food a little while later, and you spend the rest of the date eating and talking enthusiastically about each other’s families, vacations, funny stories with friends, and everything else you can think of. There are no lulls or silences, just fluid and comfortable conversation. You can’t seem to think of a time when you actually communicated so openly and freely with a man before and it was reciprocated ten-fold.  

The bill comes and he happily accepts it, waving off your protest and smiling politely at the waitress as you pout. He holds your hand as you walk back to the truck, and you laugh effortlessly as you direct him back to your place.  

When he pulls into your laneway, he looks through the windshield as he takes in your home. A small rancher with white brick and a light blue door, a small porch out front that has a swing. “This is a nice place, looks like you.” He comments with a grin. 

“Thanks, I bought it a few years ago. It’s small but it has plenty of room for me and Burt.”  

“Mind if I walk you to your door?” he asks, a hint of flirtation in his voice. 

Smiling you accept and you both jump out. When you reach him around the truck, he places his hand on the small of your back and guides you up the path to the porch. His touch makes you feel like you’re floating. Reaching the door, you turn shyly and look up at him, he places his hands in his pockets and gives a bright smile.  

“I had a great time tonight, thanks for everything.” You say, letting out a deep breath. 

He nods, “Good, I had a good time too. Thank you, by the way, for what you did at your office. We both know you didn’t need to do that, but I uh, - it was really thoughtful.” 

“Of course.” 

“So, can I take you out again sometime?” Frankie asks, somewhat nervously, despite having such a wonderful time and the goofy smile on your face.  

“Yes, I’d love that, text or call me and we’ll make it happen.” You say, before licking your lips.  

His eyes immediately follow your movement and drop to your lips. He steps forward and takes your face in his large hands. You revel in how small you feel beneath him like this. The callous on his fingers grazing the delicate and warm skin of your cheeks. His nose brushes yours gently before your mouths open and slate together. Moving together softly as your hands raise to hold his narrow waist. Your finger slips beneath his black shirt onto his warm abdomen and your core flutters. You take a deep breath through your nose as he deepens the kiss with his tongue, prodding at your lips. Opening gratefully, you stay there, kissing passionately until he finally slows, resting his forehead on yours.  

“That was-,” he begins. 

“Perfect?” You interject, looking up at him through your lashes.  

He raises his head and grins, “Yeah. Yeah, it was.”  

You slowly break apart from him. Your hands falling from each other by gravity alone and not by want. “Well, have a safe drive home.” You say, taking the key out of your purse and stepping towards the door, your eyes never wavering from his.  

Nodding, he says. “Thank you, enjoy the rest of your night.” He takes a step back as he waits for you to unlock the door. Once the door is pushed open slightly, you look back at him and smile.  

“Goodnight Frankie.”  

“Night Red.” He says with a smirk before turning on his heels and patting down the steps of your small porch.  

Your breath hitches as you watch him move to his truck. His broad shoulders, curly hair peeking out from under his hat, his tight little ass. You quickly move into the house and close the door behind you, pressing your forehead against the cool metal door, calming yourself before you make the mistake of asking him to come in on the first date. You told yourself to take it slow, considering how long it’s been since you’ve been with another man, but if he keeps looking like that, and touching you like that, it is going to be a tough move and you don’t know how to brace that conversation just yet.  

Peeling yourself off the door, you turn and head to your bedroom to get changed. Burt scampers down the hall and follows you in, jumping on the bed. You smile and give his head a few scratches, “Good news Burt, I might have a candidate for your new daddy.”

Chapter 2 - Chapter 4

[the-maid-of-witchwood]

Just Dance songs I think the drama kids would kill

Bear in mind, I haven’t really played Just Dance in years - we lost the disc while moving house, still have the case - so I just kinda looked up songs on YouTube or went off what I remember dancing along to.

Mainly for my very dear friend and mutual @onyx-plutos-moon. By all means please correct me or add to this, I crave your expertise! <3

Solos

Kevin: Bad Romance by Lady Gaga (extreme) as suggested by Onyx - rewatched it and he is absolutely right, this is the type of thing Kevin pulls out with some kinda “I’m a little rusty, I don’t think I remember this one” comment first and then flawlessly executes the entire thing - or Butter by BTS (extreme)

Caitlyn: Primadonna by Marina & the Diamonds or Applause by Lady Gaga (either normal or extreme) or Circus by Britney Spears (extreme)

Josie: Love You Like a Love Song by Selena Gomez or Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! (A Man After Midnight) by ABBA

Trevor: Rasputin by Boney M or Never Gonna Give You Up by Rick Astley - he’s not sorry

Duos

Kevin and Josie: You’re the One That I Want from Grease or Want to Want Me by Jason Derulo (couple version) - again suggested by Onyx, can’t imagine how Josie manages to twirl him because he’s almost 7’0 but good luck to her

Kevin and Caitlyn: Timber by Pitbull ft. Kesha or Worth It by Fifth Harmony (mashup) or Cake By the Ocean by DNCE (earphones version) - they definitely do this with actual earphones and get tangled up at some point

Kevin and Trevor: 24K Magic by Bruno Mars or Kung Fu Fighting by Carl Douglas

Josie and Caitlyn: SOS by ABBA or California Gurls by Katy Perry ft. Snoop Dogg

Josie and Trevor: September by Earth, Wind & Fire or Ain’t No Mountain High Enough by Marvin Gaye and Tammi Terrell

Caitlyn and Trevor: Crazy Little Thing Called Love by Queen or C’mon by Kesha

Group

I couldn’t pick so have all the ones that came to mind:

Time Warp from Rocky Horror Picture Show

Mamma Mia by ABBA

This is Halloween from The Nightmare Before Christmas

Crucified by Army of Lovers

Random headcanons

If they finish rehearsals early, Miss Mulberry lets them put on YouTube videos of the dances

Trev once did Rasputin and caught the attention of Pete and Grace, as they help out with the show and were around. Needless to say, dancing was quickly replaced with a history lesson/why the song is inaccurate and why women in history deserve to have their stories told

They now refuse to play until everyone who isn’t them has left the building, so there can be no interruptions

They, and by they I mean Caitlyn, wouldn’t let Ruth play if lives depended on it

Miss Mulberry also once made the mistake in saying it could be a competition and the winner could have a piece of candy from her prize box

There was so many fights that day…

All of them had at least one game of Just Dance growing up, except Caitlyn - she only ever played it at school or at friends’ houses

Josie had Just Dance 4; Kevin has all of the main series; and Trevor has 2014, 2017 and 2020

Kev is insanely competitive and a sore winner/loser, meanwhile everyone else is just playing to have fun and dance

He’s also a huge show off

Kev and Cait have a favourite kind of song and it’s anything that flatters their egos

They’re very, very confident in themselves and we love to see that #self love

Rudolph is god awful at dancing, so he doesn’t join in but will happily support Trevor from the sidelines

Brooke, however, is an exceptional dancer but has never really played/learned the dances for the games

She eggs on Kevin’s competitive ass for fun and chaos

Josie literally only knows a handful of non-musical songs. 9.8 times out of 10 she is going into these completely blind and expecting herself to pick up the melody, the choreography and the lyrics first try

Trev loses at least one shoe every time they play. There’s one stuck in the catwalk above the school auditorium, they haven’t been able to get it down so it’s still there

Cait thinks the guide is just a suggestion

Half of her additional or replacement choreography is just hair work

Josie thinks she needs to fully preform every time. She’ll sing along, give herself a character, maybe some dialogue if there’s an instrumental part of the song

Has definitely fainted upon burning up so much energy subsequently

It’s to the point now that the others can almost spot when she’s about to go. Kev picks her up so fucking gently and sits her down

The others happily perform with her

Kev almost exclusively does all the expert dances when playing solo

Josie’s siblings had Just Dance when she was younger, but she rarely got to play. Too busy having to care for them and the house. (And when she did, she never got a controller, so has no idea how good or bad she is). The songs on there are all really nostalgic and great tunes in general but can also be traumatic and tinged with bitterness

Josie’s just there sobbing while Call You Maybe plays

Trev only started doing Never Gonna Give You Up to rickroll the others but actually fell in love with the dance and is genuinely just wanting to play it all the time

Regular fights about what colour controller everyone is

Yes, they are that family

“We are that family in the neighbourhood that like, you wanna keep a wide berth when you walk past. Like, that’s this whole crew!”

“We’re the family, where if you’re in a car and they’re playing in the street, you speed up.”

— Courtney and Tommy in Smosh Plays Athletic Summer Games During Summer, 27:17

[blu3-ja3]

Chapter 3

Tim's POV

This isn't how this was supposed to go! Damnit! I'm running through a maze of underground tunnels carrying Damian, who feels so incredibly small and weak in my arms. My heart is pounding in my chest as I instruct Damian on trying to contact Dick or Jason while I navigate through the sewers of Gotham hoping desperately to find a way to lose our pursuers. Diana help me, I made a horrible call and now Damian is paying for it.

It's been a week since Jillian Rodriguez was kidnapped and the body of Amila Gomez was discovered. There hasn't been any new kidnappings but there have been a total of 4 bodies recovered and identified. Each one was a missing girl: Amila Gomez, Sarah Lawson, Lily Temalt, and Emily Golden. 5, 6, 7, and 8 years old respectively.

Bruce finally found a lead after the Oracle systems tracked the exterminators van to a location outside of Gotham and had left this morning with Selina to go investigate. While all the bat kids have kept a distance from the case, we have learned a few things... We're a family of detectives it can't be helped. The girls each had high amounts of altered fear toxin in their systems and Raven was able to identify the carvings, for what only Bruce and Selina know.

Damian and I were on patrol together, he had helped me come across a lead for a minor case of unlabeled crates coming into Gotham Bay. Dick thought it was okay to split off for a moment to help Steph and Cass with something and allowed us to go ahead of him to investigate. Kon was away on a mission helping Bart with something and Jason hasn't cleared himself to go out on patrols, so he's helping Barbara with Oracle business. While sitting and watching more unlabeled creates be unloaded and stored I spotted something, a familiar rug from camera footage outside of Jillian's apartment. I informed Damian and he agreed that we should get a closer look at what was in the crates as well as who was bringing them in.

We were smart about it, slipping into the building and staying in a far corner in the shadows. Damian was too short to open one of the crates so he stood as our look out and took detailed descriptions of those moving the crates. The second I opened the box there was a flash of strange energy, something we very rarely encountered in Gotham... Magic. I reacted quickly and grabbed the edge of my cape pulling it to block myself and Damian who I'd grabbed and pulled into my chest.

There were shouts of alarm and rapidly approaching footsteps, I reached into the box quickly and pulled out a smaller box. I quickly opened it while Damian covered me beating away the henchmen while I quickly picked the lock on the smaller box. Once opened I grabbed the three vials and stored them away in the pouch with the most cushioning so the vials don't break. I turned around just in time to watch Damian get hit and fly back against the open crate, a surge of dark purple energy hitting him in the chest.

I felt my heart drop into my stomach as I quickly scrambled over to Damian and lifted him up to my chest, holding him tightly as I heard my little brother struggling to breath. I moved quickly, rushing and taking cover behind a series of stacked crates as more people moved closer on either side of us. I spotted the drainage grate instantly and formed a rough plan as best as I could. Letting Damian's legs rest on my thigh I used the free hand to remove a series of smoke pellets and a flash pellet. I turned and tossed the flash pellet over the stacked crates before tossing one on either side of us and then in front of us.

Once the smoke and scared shouts filled the area I grabbed Damian bridal style again and rushed towards the grate. Setting Damian down to lean against me I removed the grate, thankful that it came up with ease. I picked up Damian and jumped down and was preparing to cover up our escape route when I heard a woman yelling that we're in the grates. Instead I tightened my grip on Damian and started running through the drainage tunnel. That's how we got to where we are now, lost in Gotham's underground sewers and drainage system.

"Robins! Where are you?"Dick's voice came through my coms, static making it difficult to hear properly. I dodged left as a bullet grazed my shoulder and Damian let out the smallest cry I've ever heard from him. Damian isn't weak, I've seen him get hit and continue like it's nothing, it took months for Bruce to get through to Damian about getting injuries properly treated.

"Put me down," Damian whispered, it sounded strained like he was trying to be louder but couldn't. Another bullet grazes me this time near my hip, I tuck Damian's body closer, try to make him smaller.

"No, you can barely speak let alone run," I say while ducking through another sewer tunnel making another sharp turn and slipping, turning my body so only I slam into the wall before continuing my mad dash.

"Leave me, hide me somewhere and come back. I'm slowing you down," Damian wheezed as he spoke, I looked down at him for only a moment before stealing myself.

"Sorry little bird but I can't do that, you're too hurt gotta get you out of here... Plus Nightwing and Bat would throw a fit if I came to the cave without you." I smiled down at Damian, we had a rough start. I'd only been Robin again for a few years, finally off the bench after Joker got a hold of me. Then Damian showed up and over night it felt like everything changed, Bruce wanted Damian to be Robin. He said it would teach him morals, Bruce told me about Red Robin and I happily accepted after talking to Dick.

It took some time to get used to each other, honestly me and Jason have more trouble getting along than me and Damian. But Cass helped me and Damian see eye to eye and we've gotten along better for it. So no I won't leave him behind when he's so weak and fragile, especially because we don't know what that magic did to him.

"Red Robin! Where are you? Where's Robin?" Once again Dick's voice buzzed over the comms, Damian reached up and tapped the electronic in my ear and I heard the click of my mic being activated.

"Nightwing! I'm in the sewers! Robin was hit by something, magic but I don't know what it did to him!" I look down at the boy in my arms before continuing, "I have him with me but we're being pursued!" The hand holding my mic open falls limply and so does the rest of Damian's body. Panic grips my chest as I slip into a small alcove and slide to a stop before crying out.

"Superboy! Help!" Tears burn my eyes as I clutch Damian closer to my chest, I look up as the wall to my left crumbles away. I look up to see Kon floating above the ruins Bart jumps off of his back but before he can say anything I rush to him and Kon.

"Take him to the cave, he needs help!" I gently hand Kon Damian's small form and he nods, not questioning anything for a second before he flies away just as fast as he appeared. I turn to Bart fully prepared to ask him to carry me to the cave when I'm hit with a flash of searing hot pain in my back, I feel my body slamming into something solid before crumbling to the ground.

I suck in a desperate breath as I look up to see a familiar figure, the woman from Jillian's drawing. I had read through Jillian's dream journal but all of it made very little sense, she kept writing about how she was trapped but she wanted to stay trapped. The scared woman wouldn't leave her alone. I'd stop paying attention to it and thought Jillian's dreams had very little to do with her kidnapping. Same with the drawings.

I caught my breath after a moment and stood up, ignoring Bart's worried buzzing. I reach for and extend my bo staff and crouch ready to fight the woman before me. Bart fell into a ready stance also, the Scared woman smiled wickedly before moving her hands in a few quick gestures. Another beam of dark purple energy careened towards me but I dodged ready for it. I launched myself towards the woman alongside Bart, every time I thought either of us would land a blow she seemed to have moved.

"You two are so very cute with your darling attempts to fight me but it's useless," She smiled mockingly as I snarled and launched myself at her again. She seemed to be agitated at that because instead of just dodging she started to make strange gestures again. She used both her hands to draw another symbol in the air before clapping her hands together and appearing in-between them as she pulled them apart was a strange rift.

"Let's make this a fair fight hmm? Enjoy playing with my pet, little ones!" She says as she turns back towards me and fires another blast of purple energy. I barely dodge and watch as from the rift behind her a strange humanoid form slithers out. They're tall and lithe with grey skin and no features. The creature lunges towards Bart at extreme speed. I have to refocus on the scared woman before I get hit again.

"What do you know about the disappearances in Gotham? Where are the missing girls?" I growl as I lunge at her sweeping my leg out and once again the scared woman wasn't where I thought she was. Every time she's only a few inches to the right, enough for me to miss my hits. That sparks an idea, I dodge back as another shot of purple flies past me.

I rush back towards her and swing at her with my bo staff, like I expected she is a few inches to the right. When my bo staff hits the ground I let it bounce and swing towards the scared woman, this time I feel the weight of it hitting her. I take the opportunity to start landing as many punches and kicks as I can. Each one lands and all the woman seems to be able to do is block.

There's a loud bang and a second later I crumple forwards as a bullet hits my lower back, another gun shot and this time it hits my right shoulder. The scared woman takes the opportunity and hits me with a blast of magic, hitting my chest and throwing me back. I land hard enough to have the wind knocked out of me as I slide across the cement walkway of the sewers. I look up to see the man from Jillian's drawings smiling down at me, as I hear Bart screaming out my name. I see the scared woman hovering over me smiling down at me before she speaks.

"You want to know what I know hmm? I'll tell you this, Gotham is about to change and one of those girls will be at the center of it all." She laughs as she makes a series of hand gestures and grabs the man before they both disappear.

I have a moment to lay there, everything is too painful to move. I can feel the thrumming of my own blood in my ears and the warmth of it as it causes my suit to stick to me. There's a cluster of voices and suddenly Dick is standing over me and calling out orders. Bart appears next to me as well as Kon, then I'm being lifted and I try not to scream as Kon's TTK holds me. My chest and back burn in a nauseating way and it takes all my effort not to pass out. Dick barks out more orders but then the world blurs and I'm in the cave.

I'm back in the cave on a table with John Constantine standing next to Alfred and Bruce. I faintly hear movement and what I assume to be voices before it all just kinda fades away...

Jillian's POV

I focus on my breathing, that's been the only thing I can do when this happens. I've screamed myself hoarse and I can't cry because I'm so dehydrated. But eventually it all stops and I'm left feeling empty, the pain from whatever strange magic they're using on us stops. I can feel the things they've carved into my skin humming faintly, I let my head fall back against the stone that they have me tied to and close my eyes as exhaustion racks my body.

"Has she come for her vessel yet?" A feminine voice asks from somewhere above me. I look up to see the woman who has haunted my dreams since the disappearances started, who I've only heard be referred to as Lady Am.

"No my lady but another chain has been broken. Sadly it was at a cost," one of the hooded figures speaks up as they all bow.

"Do what has been done before, go up into Gotham and dump the body into the sewer," Am speaks as she walks closer to me, I watch as one of her hands reaches out for me but I flinch away.

"Leave, I wish to talk with our candidates for our Lady." I can hear the footfalls of people leaving the room, then Lady Am snaps and I'm sitting at a long table with multiple other girls. All of whom I've learned are younger than me, we're bound to our chairs as Lady Am appears at the head of the table holding a familiar silver box.

"Hello girls, how are you all doing today?" She asks, not a single word is spoken as we all sit here. Naked, hungry, tired and hurting, I look down and see the strange cravings on my body still faintly glowing. Like they've done every time this happens, I feel a cool breeze that is wonderfully refreshing as everything burns.

"Jillian, I see you're still our prime candidate for our Lady to take as a vessel," the scared woman smiles at me as she walks around the table injecting each girl. Yet again she leaves me for last, "Let us see if we can't coax our Lady a little closer and you a little further shall we?"

I try to thrash against my restraints but it's no use as I feel the needle sink into my neck. The cool liquid flowing under my skin would be relieving if it wasn't for the spike in my heart rate and the anticipation of what's to come next. I feel my mouth go dry and my vision blurs as a pounding headache begins behind my eyes. I close them only for a moment.

When I open them again I'm in a familiar lightless void, so dark that my skin seems to glow. I let myself float here, knowing that if she wants to talk she will appear. I let myself enjoy the reprieve from everything, the crazy cult, the torture, the death, all of it slips into the far back of my mind as I drift comfortably. I can't even tell if my eyes are open or closed as I let myself relax.

"Child, look behind you..." A soothing comforting voice calls out. It's a voice I've heard many times over the past few years, she's only grown more frequent as time has passed. I listen to her and turn myself around. I expect to see her, in all her ethereal and eldritch beauty but instead I see a distant faintly glowing light.

"Go, he needs your help..." Like I'm being pulled by a rope I start drifting forwards, as I move forwards I see a shape before me becomes more clear, more defined. Details began to emerge as I drift closer and closer to... Timothy Drake-Wayne?

"Yes child, you know him... He still needs your help... Will you help him?" I know I can't really speak, more my thoughts are being read and she speaks to me through that. I simply nod and hold out my hand.

It's not the first time this has happened, if I black out during a ritual I'll wake up here. I'll be surrounded by motes of light and when I get closer they're one of the younger girls who's been here with me. Usually though they aren't as bright or they're extremely dim and I'm told to help them. There isn't much I can do beyond this to help them, so I try to do what I can here.

Like before I reach out and gently place one hand on the center of his chest and the other on the center of his back. Suddenly his eyes fly open and he looks at me, I immediately remove my hand and force myself back.

"Where am I? What's going on? Who- wait? Jillian?" Tim looks around confused as I raise a hand to say hello.

"I don't really know where we are or what's going on. I'm sorry for touching you, I was trying to help," I can't feel a mouth moving nor my throat vibrating but I can hear the words echo as though they were.

"You child are in my domain, my embrace and protection. Why you've been sent here I don't know but it seems you are capable." The voice rings out from everywhere and nowhere all at once, it's both in my head and not.

Suddenly there's a face in the shadows, that weird uncanny feeling as the more I focus on it the less it's there. When I turn to look away it seems to disappear only to slowly fade back in the same place I'm looking. There aren't any features but at the same time there are many defined features and faces. There's no light from them but somehow they are darker than the void around us.

"Are... Are you seeing that?" Tim spins around to face the opposite direction before looking at me, I nod and try to smile but again I don't know if I have a mouth or not.

"No you don't, it's weird... This is weird, what the hell is going on?" I shrug because honestly I don't have the faintest clue, the only reason I don't freak out anymore is because this has been happening to me for months now.

"Wait hold on, Jillian where are you? Have you seen the other girls? Who has you held?" Tim reaches out and grabs my shoulders spinning me so I can look at him.

"Underground, there are cave entrances everywhere but I can hear rushing water sometimes. I've seen the girls, yes but I don't see them for long. Sometimes they'll appear here but I've never been able to talk to them. I don't know the man's name but the woman is called Lady Am, if you go to my apartment I have sketches of them and a dream journal that has everything I know written in it." Tim nods as his arms fall to his sides.

I watch as there's a shift, suddenly there's color where there wasn't before but there was. I know there was but now suddenly it's changed. A man rushes towards us, he's clothed and for the first time I realize me and Tim have the weird Barbie and Ken dolls going on with our bodies.

"Sorry kids soul shunting is a bitch like that! I haven't the faintest clue where we are but I'm here to get you out... Well really I was here for him but I can grab you too," I pull away from the man's touch, instinctual and out of habit.

"What will happen to us when you pull us out?" Tim asks and I'm curious too.

"Well you'll go into your body, your friend over here will become... Well it's hard to say some people manifest fully formed and some manifest as a sort of orb. Either way she'll instinctively move towards her body wherever it is." I look around and realize that the strange face is gone, that she's gone.

"If you take me with you, you'd have to follow me fast. This cult has been trying to do this exact thing and the only reason they haven't is because she's been preventing Lady Am from doing... Well I guess this or something like this." I spin around to look one final time just to be certain, she's gone and the only reason she leaves is to prevent Lady Am from getting to me again.

"Okay then you ready kids? This is going to be a hell of an experience, you'll likely pass out and that's okay!" The British man smiles before reaching out, placing a hand on mine and Tim's shoulder before shoving us backwards.

It's like being dunked in ice water without warning, all the air escapes my lungs except I haven't been breathing and I'm not breathing now. But for whatever reason I feel like I'm on the precarious edge of suffocation, I try desperately to bring the non-existent air into my lungs and it doesn't work. I try to move my body and it doesn't respond, I feel puking but nothing comes. All of the sensations all at once makes my brain feel like it's going to explode. Like I'm about to be ripped apart at the seams.

And when it gets to be too much and not enough all at once, it stops. Black, nothing.

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Cursed Gotham Masterpost

[daughterofcain-67]

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Jensen Ackles x Female Reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Jensen had been busy but one day when he decides to surprise you just because he loves you. Simply meant for those who want to dance in the kitchen with your spouse for no reason, or go on old timey dates together.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: None~ Just a short little one shot with Jensen fluff. Jensen being a reassuring husband. Husband Jensen x Wife Reader.

Jensen had finished up filming a little promo as Soldier Boy for Gen V, the spin-off for The Boys. He was excited to play that role again since he had a lot of fun with the character on The Boys to begin with. It was a matter of days until the promo was released to the public.

Things were going well for him right now. He had even gotten some news that he would be touring around with Jared and the Supernatural cast again for some conventions and he was more than excited for that! He would be leaving in a couple of weeks for that.

But until then, he was staying busy with some other roles or promotions or whatever was going on with the brewery.

This afternoon, however, he finally had some time off. He told you that he was going to be busy all day making some plans and arrangements for going to the upcoming conventions, but he just wanted to surprise you. Especially since he married such a busy little bee.

While he spent his time filming and tending to the bar, you had a career of your own as a costume designer for musical artists and some bands whether its for their music videos or for what they would wear for their concerts. You had worked with Selena Gomez, Carrie Underwood, as well as Amy Lee from Evanescence, just to name a few individuals from some different genres of music.

He knew you had an eye for detail and that was one of the many things he loved about you. Amongst other traits you have of course.

So after his morning errands were done, he stopped by the store to pick up some surprises for you, which lead him to where he was now.

He was carrying in his little surprise when he opened the door to find you cleaning the kitchen listening to some music. When he looked at the tv since that's what you apparently decided to use, he saw that it was some song called 'How to be a Heartbreaker' by Marina and the Diamonds.

It sounded pretty upbeat and he chuckled to himself when he saw you dancing around to the chorus of this song while you were putting something away in the kitchen. He couldn't help the smile that was forming on his face.

You were adorable and he couldn't believe he actually married someone like you. There was never a moment when you couldn't light up his world.

He walked over to you when you didn't have anything in your hands, then he wrapped an arm around you from behind. In his hand was a bouquet of your favorite flowers just because.

"Now who's heart trying to break?" He asked.

You nearly jumped when you felt an arm wrap around you from behind but you smiled when you saw the flowers followed by the familiar voice of your husband.

You looked up at him and saw the grin on his face that made your heart flutter since the first day you met him. People have said that the honeymoon phase doesn't last that long but for you, it was unwavering. Sure there's disagreements and imperfections like any marriage, but you two were able to make it work and that was what mattered the most. You hoped that you two would have a long marriage.

“No one’s. The only heart I have is yours, and I’d like to keep it that way.” You heard Jensen chuckle before he leaned down and gave you a soft kiss on your lips.

When he pulled away you smiled when you looked at the flowers. You took them before you got out of his grasp, “Thank you for these, they’re beautiful! But I thought your day was booked.”

“Well, I said that but I may or may not have bent the truth a little.” Jensen replied while you were looking for a vase. Once you found one you placed the flowers inside and set them on the table.

“You’re free the rest of the day? That’s great! I know you needed some rest from your busy schedule.” You smiled before you walked towards him. He took one of your hands and twirled you around before pulling you into his chest, then he leaned down and kissed your shoulder.

“It is. I know that I’ll be gone for a while with the convention too. I wanted to spend as much time with you as I can, and today worked out perfectly.” You grinned at what he said and you heard the tv change to a slower song. You put on a random playlist on Spotify through your TV so it was a little unpredictable about what songs they’d play since you didn’t look before you clicked.

“How did I get so lucky to have you?” He smiled at what you said while he turned you around, placing a hand on your hip while keeping your other hands clasped together.

“What are you doing?” You asked.

“Dancing with my beautiful bride in our kitchen.” He replied and you snickered as you two started dancing around to whatever the song was. Based off the tune you could hear throughout the house it sounded like it was ‘Two is Better than One’ by Boys Like Girls. Perhaps your Spotify account was favoring some early 2000’s music at the moment.

As the two of you danced, you placed your head on his chest, smiling softly to yourself. It was the moments like these you appreciated most. You knew he was busy, but it was little things like this that let you know Jensen still cared despite his busy schedule.

You remembered the very first time the both of you danced as a married couple on your wedding day. It was truly the happiest day of your life. Your wedding was in the spring and you had an outdoor ceremony. All of your friends and family members were happy for the both of you.

“What are you thinking about, Love?” Jensen asked and you hummed a little.

“Reminiscing about our wedding.” You admitted.

Once the song was over, Jensen looked down at you before he kissed the top of your head. Then he got an idea.

“Why don’t you get dressed in something a little warmer and we’ll go out tonight? It’s supposed to be chilly this evening and I don’t want you getting yourself sick.” He said. You agreed and he watched you go upstairs to your room so you could change.

Once you were dressed in something warmer the two of you left the house so you both could enjoy yourselves. It had been a while since. You had a little date night.

He took you to a nice Italian restaurant where the both of you ate dinner and you had some dessert there. After that, he ended up taking you to a movie. However, tonight was your lucky night!

Jensen had managed to find a drive-in movie theatre. You thought those were practically extinct by now! But it was a sweet surprise nonetheless. You’ve always wanted to go into a drive in theatre and it was surreal that you were finally able to go. You both were even in the iconic ‘67 Impala that Jensen got to keep after Supernatural ended.

Everything felt so perfect.

You and Jensen were unbuckled and you were huddled together. His arm was around your waist and your head was on his shoulder as you both were looking at the screen watching ‘The Wedding Planner’ with Jennifer Lopez and Matthew McConaughey.

You knew Jensen wasn’t overly fond of romantic movies, and neither were you necessarily but you did like watching some of J. Lo’s movies every once in a while and you didn’t recall seeing this movie.

“Not even two minutes into the movie and she already reminds me of you.” You could hear Jensen say and you snickered.

“Oh yeah? How’s that?”

“You seem to be a little bit of a perfectionist. A hard worker. Dedicated to your job. But you look much better in those little suits with those pencil skirts than Jennifer does.” He chuckled and you smiled at the last part.

“Well it’s not easy planning and designing what people are going to wear in front of millions, potentially trillions of people.” You reminded and he just grinned as he laid his head down on top of your own as you watched the movie.

You got to the part of the movie where the children’s doctor saved the wedding planner. How a meeting like that happened must’ve been more than random chance. It seemed like fate, then again so did a lot of scripts for romantic movies like this. But of course there was always that problem to make romantic movies a bit more complicated.

“Now that’s in poor taste… if you’re engaged, you shouldn’t go with another girl to the movies or dance with her in the rain. That is a sure fire way to mess with a woman’s heart.” You said.

“Well, they have to have some sort of plot twist for these movies ya know.” He reminded and you grinned and shook your head.

“Yeah I suppose you’re right.”

You two continued to watch the movie and saw that McConaughey’s character saved Lopez’s character not once but twice now. But of course there was always that argument between the two characters to create a little angst.

“I can’t imagine how many weddings she’s seen not work out. This poor bride is going to get her heart broken. She’s got the worst judgement.” You said and he hummed a little.

“Yeah.. the bride and groom seem to be so incredibly different. I get that opposites attract but this a little too much.” He said.

Watching the beginning of this movie you started to wonder about a few things.

“Jensen? Did you ever have doubts if we would work out? I mean, we both have busy schedules… what if one day we’re too busy for each other and what if what everyone says about the honeymoon phase ending and we just fall apart?”

Jensen looked down at you and frowned a little, “Where’s this coming from, Darlin’?”

“I don’t know… I just hear things about couples losing their spark and I don’t want that ever happening to us…”

Jensen shifted and cupped your face so you could look up at him.

“I’ve never had a single doubt about us. Not one.” He reassured as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, “Yeah you and I have busy careers.. That’s a part of life.”

“But the fact that you’re even concerned about something like that happening, and the fact that you don’t want the spark to leave either means that you’re willing to fight for us if that time ever comes. Sure for some couples the honeymoon phase doesn’t last forever. But how do you think that couples married for over fifty years works out? They don’t let that spark ever fade even if it flickers from time to time.”

You gazed into his eyes and you could see the sincerity behind them. You smiled softly as you lifted your hand and caressed his face as he continued, “You’ve made me the happiest man on the planet the moment you said yes when I proposed to you. And I know that there is nothing you and I can’t do together. Our marriage will last a lifetime. I meant it when I said till death do we part.”

Your smile grew a little bigger when you remembered his vows that day. He looked so handsome standing there at the altar and you remember getting emotional when he said those vows that day.

“You’re right… No matter how busy we get, as long as we always make sure we take that time out for each other, as long as we fight for one another, as long as we love one another, then that’s all that really matters, isn’t it?” You said and he smiled.

“And I’ll love you forever and always.” He promised.

You leaned up and kissed him, and you could feel him smiling into the kiss causing your heart to flutter just like it did the very first time you kissed him.

Needless to say, this was a pretty good date night with your husband. He always knew what to say, and you knew everything he said was truthful. You knew that your marriage would last a life and you’d always be Mrs. Jensen Ackles.

Hey guys! I was just feeling like writing some soft Jensen content. Needed some fluff in my life. Hope this little one shot brightened your day and put a smile on your face! Love you all~

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It comes crashing down

day 6 | rated: t | wc: 720 | prompts: NOT REALISING THEY'RE INJURED | Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms | Healed Wrong | "It's not my blood." | cw: car accidents | ao3 Buck and Tommy get in a car accident, the 118 are the unit responding. Buck was too focused on Tommy's injuries to notice his own.

The accident was unavoidable. A drunk driver speeding through an intersection after running a red light. Hitting the passenger side door of the Jeep.

Buck blinked after a moment, the car had barely stopped moving. He quickly took stock of his body, other than slight pain in his neck, nothing felt wrong. He slowly turned his head to the side. And Tommy.

Tommy looked dead. Blood covering him, unconscious, crumpled in on himself, only being held up by his seat belt. There was so little movement of his chest that Buck could have sworn that Tommy wasn't breathing.

"Siri. Call 911." He shouted as he reached out a shaking hand to check Tommy's pulse. He breathed a sigh of relief when he felt the thump-thump-thump under his fingers.

Time passed in a blur, Buck unable to remember anything he told dispatch, only able to focus on keeping Tommy alive. He unclicked his seatbelt, and slipped his jacket off to keep the pressure on the worst of his wounds. Keeping a check on his pulse and breathing, making sure neither stopped. He didn't even register the approaching lights and sirens, too focused on Tommy

-

"Okay, so we have a two car collision. A truck hit a Jeep in the intersection. Caller was the driver of the Jeep, he says he's uninjured but his passenger is in a bad way, needing urgent medical attention. He didn't know the status of the other driver as he was focused on-" Bobby listed off as he got out the engine, only to be cut off by Hen.

"Cap. That's Buck's Jeep." Her tone was pained.

"That means the passenger is Tommy." Chimney added.

"Right. Davis, Rosen, crowd and traffic control. Eddie, Gomez, take the driver of the truck. Chimney, Hen, you're with me on the Jeep." Bobby ordered.

"But-" Eddie cut in, as if he wanted to argue.

"Now, Eddie. I can't have anyone being distracted." Bobby was firm with his order, leaving no room for disagreements.

They went about their assignments, Chimney sliding into the backseat of the Jeep, his hands replacing Buck's too keep the pressure on Tommy's bleeding. "It's okay, Buckaroo. I've got him."

Bobby pulled open the driver's door. "Buck. Lets get you out, kid, so Hen and Chim can help Tommy." He held his hand out to help Buck out.

"We'll take good care of him, Buck. Don't you worry." Hen said, before she climbed into the Jeep to help Tommy.

"Come on, kid. Let me check you over." Bobby said, guiding Buck a little way away from the cars.

"Bobby, I'm fine. It. It's Tommy you need to worry about." Buck replied, seeming to only be holding on by a thread.

"Buck, you're covered in blood." Bobby said softly, prompting Buck to look down at himself for the first time.

"Oh." Tears welled in his eyes. "It's not my blood."

"Tell that to the cut on your forehead." Bobby lightly probed the area

Buck reached up to swipe his wrist across it. "Um. Ow. I didn't even notice it."

"You were too focused on him, which is understandable. He was the one in more danger. Hen and Chimney are with him now, so I can worry about you. You know the drill, head injury assessment, tell me what hurts, and let me see if there's any other cuts for me to dress." Bobby got Buck to sit on the back step of the ambulance. "The one on your forehead doesn't look too bad, but I think you will need stitches."

"I'm worried about him. I-I know Hen and Chimney are the best. But he was so bad." Buck said, his tears spilling over. "I thought he was dead. He was so still. It didn't look like he was breathing."

"Come here, kid." Bobby pulled Buck into a hug once he'd finished checking him over and dressing the wounds. Allowing Buck to sob into his turnout jacket. "He's a fighter. Just like you. They're nearly ready to get him out, and you can ride with him to the hospital. And we're all here for you, for both of you."

"Thanks, Cap." Buck wiped his eyes, and turned to watch as Tommy was extracted from the Jeep. It was going to be hard, but at least they had their family behind them.

Now with a follow up There may be a follow up to this one later in the month

[witchthewriter]

𝐋𝐞𝐨𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐜 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ female, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

Warnings: knife flirting, a bit nsfw but not much

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Hufflepuff

Neutral Good or Lawful Good

Capricorn Sun, Cancer Moon, Libra Rising

𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿

・I'm going to be completely honest. He hated the thought of you going into battle, or going near any sort of danger.

・He was your protector, he was the one to make sure you were okay, that you were safe.

・But you wanted to be able to keep yourself safe, as well as anyone else that needed your help

・Uhtred was enamored by you; not only did you have the attitude of a warrior, but you could pull almost anything off.

"If you don't marry her Leofric, I definitely will."

・That earned a slap on the back of the head to the Dane/Saxon

・But that did bring on a whole lot of insecurities for Leofric. He definitely thought he wasn't good enough for you. That he wasn't good looking enough. Didn't have the right social standing for you.

・For a long time you thought he didn't like you

・However, you were used to it, with being a warrior woman

・Men felt emasculated by you. Even by looking at you. You didn't wear skirts.

・This, this, this , this and this were/are your daily attire. Depending on your day and what is going on etc.

・Leofric is a very sweet man. Well, he is to you. There's nothing he will deny you.

・Honestly, this man goes along with whatever you say (mostly to keep you out of trouble).

・He smiles a lot more when he's around you. Uhtred brought it up once; it was that moment that Leofric realised he was truly in love with you.

・Uhtred is your best friend. You bicker with each other every time you're together.

・Leofric kept himself from you for a long time because he thought you were with Uhtred. That you were 'his woman.'

・When you heard that you choked on your ale.

"The hell I am! I'd rather pluck out my eye balls then be his woman."

・You knew Uhtred's arrogance, and saw him like a brother. A purely platonic relationship.

・When Leofric found out that you liked him. He instantly denied it.

"No, no, she doesn't feel that way. No."

・Uhtred was like cupid trying to get you two together

・And when he was successful; Leofric and you, became inseparable. Whenever you were pulled away to do your duties, it felt like a piece of you was missing.

・When Leofric didn't have you in his company, he felt lost. He felt sad. You were the light in his life. The only thing he truly cared about.

・Some people rose their eyebrows at you; some even going as far to say something. But you both shut that shit down immediately.

・Just a girl and her bodyguard.

・A woman and her large shadow.

・Leofric wanted to marry you as soon as possible. To tie himself to you in the eyes of his Lord and country.

・He wanted everyone to know you two were together.

・The proposal was very sweet, romantic - just the two of you.

・The ring was his mother's, nothing too flashy. But an heirloom all the same.

・You jumped into his arms before he even finished his sentence.

"Yes! Yes you fool! Of course I'll marry you-"

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

The Gomez & Morticia Adams

"Think they'll try us?" (You) x "Fuck I hope so." (Leofric)

"What did I do?" (You) x "Today or in general? Either way it's bad." (Leofric)

𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

He Doesn't Think He's Good Enough For Her

Sacrifice and Devotion

Challenging Social Conventions

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

Too Sweet by Hozier

𝑁𝑆𝐹𝑊 🔞

・Leofric has had some ... experience in this area. He's a man, in his thirties - so of course he has.

・The first time you two had sex together was very rushed. It didn't start off that way though.

・The kiss had started off slow and steady.

・The second you pulled back, thinking it was a mistake, he pulled you back in. A hand on the back of your head and the other gripping the back of your shirt.

・Making sure you were completely pressed against him. Reminding himself that you were in his arms. That you felt the same way.

・Normal sex with Leofric is slow and sensual. He likes to take his time with foreplay; touching you everywhere he can. Sucking on your neck, massaging your breasts, sucking, flicking and biting on your nipples

・He doesn't want you to be quiet, Leofric wants to hear you moan. He needs to hear it.

・The thing that has become an obsession in his mind is the thought of fucking you. Making love to you. Eating you out. Ploughing into you for hours, making you a sweaty mess.

"You had enough? Aye?" He'd say in between thrusts. Making you mewl beneath him. Grabbing whatever you could to ground yourself.

"Mmmm," was all you could come out with. The ability to talk had been fucked out of you long ago.

He chuckled, low and gutteral, "one more round love, you can go one more round."

[asumofmylife]

Our Secret is Out +18

No warning. No naughty naughty.

started writing on Feb 27 💞

Tony 😈 (28) x Star ✨ (25)

I sneak into the work party a little late. The CEO is beginning the party with a greeting speech and adds on his appreciation speech. I, on the other hand, make my way to a corner where I can be my introverted self. I only agreed to coming for the food; who can say no to Italtian food?!

The music plays after the CEO ends his speech.

I glance over to the dance floor being formed by the other workers. I shake my head and pull out my phone; I send a quick text to Mr. Tech—

✨ Where are you?!

😈 in the parking lot

😈 what, miss me?

✨ no...just hurry up. I don't want to be alone

😈 don't you think people are going to suspect something if we are together tonight??

😈 also I think you look stunning that dress; tightly wrapping around your curves, silky and rippable

✨ you are not ripping this dress!!

I glance up when there's commotion from a few of the female workers. Mr. Tech has entered the building, drawing the attention of all the ladies of the company. I roll my eyes as some of them greet him with a hug.

He excuses himself to walk over to me but he's stopped by one of the cougers who has been trying to get him to sleep with her. He's eyes connect with mine, pleading for help; however, she catches his attention by grabbing his face and turning it towards her.

"Tony, listen, my daughter is coming over this weekend. She's single and ready to mingle. I think I could set up a blind date for you. She likes tall, nerdy handsome men like yourself."

"Should I be offended by that?" He asks with a smug then he looks over at me. He sends a wink before turning his attention back to the cougar. "Mrs. Thompson, as much as I would love to go on a blind date with your daughter. I believe that's highly inappropriate. She's your daughter after all and you are technically my boss."

"You'll be able to see more of me..." she says, seductively as she presses herself against him with her big breast and runs her filthy hand over his arm.

She has no shame.

I stand up, march my way over there. I clear my throat, gaining their attention. Well, I receive a glare from the cougar and a smirk from Tony.

"Hey, is it possible for me to borrow Tony real quick?"

She moves away from him, turning to me and puts on a fake smile. "You look lovely in that black dress."

"Yeah, it's as black as my soul."

Tony tries to his laughter but he bursts out laughing.

Mrs. Thompson doesn't find it funny at all. She shakes her head in disappointment. "Well, have fun."

We watch her walk away to the next young victim.

"Starry, is it possible for us to just come clean?" Tony asks, turning me towards him by wrapping his arm around my waist. He places his finger on my chin, tilting it up so I'm looking at him as he talks. "I can see the jealousy fuming you up already. If they knew we were dating, they would back off."

"They'll be more annoying if they knew you were dating an ugly nobody like me..."

Tony frowns, his grip around my waist tightening. "You are beyond beautiful. I have kissed every inch of your body, I know what I am saying when I say you are beyond beautiful. AND you are somebody to me. You are my everything; the queen to my kingdom, my beauty to my beast, juliet to romeo and let's not forget, you are my dinner tonight." He whispers the last part against my ear.

I am too stun by his words to even say anything. I just stare into his eyes, wondering how I even got lucky to have a nerdy yet hunky boyfriend.

A throat clears which causes me and Tony to move away from each other. The CEO gives us each a look before bringing out his smile towards me.

"Miss Gomez, you are looking very beautiful tonight. Did you do something new to your hair?" His pervy eyes scan my body then they return to my eyes.

"My curls have been straighten," I say, dryly, not wanting to entertain whatever intentions he may have.

"Boss man!" Carter arrives with a camera. "Let me take a picture of you and two of your best empolyees." He moves us by dragging us by the arms. Tony to my left and the perv to my right. "Perfect, now get closer."

The perv's hand slides from my lower back to my ass. I say nothing to disrespect the old man but I'm fuming in anger and disgust. I glance to my left to see Tony also fuming, his jawline clenching and his fists balled up to the point of them turning white. This is what I get for not allowing our relationship to be public.

As Carter takes his damn time to take the pictures, the perv takes advantage to rub my ass. He leans in against my ear. "How about me and you go to my office for a talk?" I shake my head in response. He groans. "I love it when you play hard to get but I know deep down you are just as slutty as you dress. Let me feel you up."

"Shut the fuck up and back the fuck up. She may not say nothing to HQ because she's too nice but I will gladly report your ass to HQ." Tony is now standing between me and the perv CEO. Tony shields me with his big body. I glance to his hand gripped tightly on my wrist. "I'm sick and tired of seeing you disrespect her like she's some toy you can play. She's a queen who should be respected AND she's mine, so fuck, get a life."

I glance around to see everyone watching closely this encounter play out. Everyone now knows I'm Tony's. I can see the chatter amongst themselves. I push it off, glancing back to the back of Tony which is tensed up. I tug on his dress shirt from behind, asking him for us to leave.

He doesn't hesisate to drag me out of the party. He doesn't say a word, he just drags me out of the building to the parking lot. He walks me to my car then let's go off my wrist. He runs a hand through his hair.

"I'm sorry for outing our relationship like that." He sighs, pacing to calm himself down. Tony stops to stand in front of me. "I can't stand that man touching you. He's been doing that since you started working here three years ago. You may be innocent but you should be mistreated like that."

I giggle at this "innocent" comment. "I'm not so innocent when I'm with you, am I?"

"That's a different story, princess." He comes close wrapping his arms around my waist to pull me close. "You can be naughty all you want with me. I'm your boyfriend and if we are lucky, your damn husband."

"You want to married?" I glance into his eyes with hope to hear a yes from him.

"I am dating you with marriage in mind, princess, so yes, I would love to marry you someday."

I smile up at him. "Really?"

He picks me up, making me giggle. I wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. He pecks my lips with his, a peck turns into a slow make out session. Our hands roaming bodies, he holds me against my car, pressing himself against me.

"Tony..." I moan against the kiss.

"Yeah?" He moves his lips to my neck.

I see the coworkers stepping out of the building.

"Our coworkers..."

Tony groans, turning his attention to the people walking out of the building. "What do they want?" He gently lets me go, allowing me to stand on my own feet. He puts on a fake smile as they approach us. "Hey..."

"Sorry to interrupt you." Mary laughs then goes serious as the two other girls approach as well with big smiles. "We just wanted to thank you for standing up to that old man. You didn't just do it for Star but for all of us."

"Wait, has he harassed you guys too?" Tony's now irritated again. His fist balling up as the girls nod in response. "We will go to HQ on Monday to report his ass. I'll also make sure they don't get you girls exposed; it'll be less drama for y'all."

The girls thank us both with a hug then excuse themselves to go out for dinner which gives Tony a bright idea for us to go out publicly for dinner.

I get in my car and he follows me home to drop off my car. We literally end up racing home. Unfortunately, his bmw made it there before my toyota.

"You are an idiot," I say as I get out of my car.

"Hey, you said I couldn't beat you here." He chuckles, standing against his car with his arms crossed over his chest.

I walk over to him with a grin. "What else can you beat?"

"Well, we'll see after dinner."

I hand him the remote to control my panties vibration. A smirk appears on his face and I prepare myself mentally but...

He presses it to test it out, making me moan, and I lean my forehead against his chest as he keeps it on. I tap roughly on his chest as I continue to shake and moan under his control. He groans, turning it off when I'm about to organsm which makes me groan in annoyance.

"How about I cook us dinner?" He asks in a husky tone which could only mean he's as turned on as I am. I glance up to see the desire beaming in his eyes. He gives me a lazy smile. I lazy smile back which gains me a kiss on the forehead. "What do you have at home?"

"I have dough. Want to make a pizza?"

He nods in respond with a big grin. "Yes we can play while we wait for the pizza to be done."

"Alright, pizza and sex sounds like the plan." I move away from him to pull out my keys from my purse and then lead the way to the front door. As I try to unlock the door, Tony turns on the vibrator up to the highest making me moan out loud. "Tonnnny!"

"I love when you moan my name," he says, hugging me from behind.

He reaches to help me unlock the door. The vibrator is still on as he opens the door to the house. He guides me inside the house, covering my mouth with his hand as I moan.

"Is your family home?" He whispers.

I completely forgot about that small detail about my life; I still live with my parents and sisters.

Tony bites onto my shoulder causing me to muffle a moan against his hand. He chuckles. "Quiet princess, you wouldn't want your dad to kill me, do you?"

He guides us inside the door, kicking the door closed and takes us to the kitchen.

I am still moaning from the pleasure the vibration is bringing my body, and I know Tony notices by the way he groans against my ear and places a bunch of kisses on my neck.

We hear someone coming down the stairs. I glance up at Tony who's still holding me from behind. I plead with my eyes to turn it off but his smirk grows bigger.

The vibration is slows down—he has brought the volume down of this deadly weapon, thankfully, but his smirk could mean anything.

We move away from each other the moment my father comes into view; he doesn't like PDA or Tony. Dad thinks Tony's a fuck boy, and he was at some point, but he's with me now. I'm hoping it stays that way, no doubts here.

"Mr. Gomez, sup?" Tony clears his throat reaching out to give my father a handshake.

"What are you doing here?" My dad says, dryly.

"I came to drop off my girlfriend, your beautiful daughter who I love more than anything in this world."

My dad scoffs, not believing Tony's words. "Sure."

"Dad, it's still early. I asked him to make me homemade pizza before he leaves. Is that okay?"

My dad looks at me then at Tony, the frown growing. "Why can't you get a better man?"

"What's problem with me being with your daughter?! I'm in love with her, sure actions speak louder than words but you don't even give me a chance to prove it to you. Star is an angel, I wouldn't do anything to hurt her. God take me now if I'm lying to you. I love her, Mr. Gomez. I want to be with her AND I'm not just playing with her heart. I am planning on marrying her soon."

"Soon?" I glance up at him, he gives me a weak smile.

"Marriage isn't some game," dad says, dryly.

"I know that, why do you think I haven't rush into it? I want your approval and your wife's approval before making a move." Tony sighs, reaching for something in his jacket. He pulls out a small box and opens it, revealing a beautiful engagement ring. "I'm not playing a game. I want her. I want us to grow old together. I want to see her through her bad and good, through sickness and health. Let me prove it to you. Let me show you I'm forreal about Star."

"Fine but we will have a conversation in the morning. We need to set some boundaries between you two...no more kissing and sleeping together."

"You know about that?" I smack Tony's outburst which confirms what my father's afraid of.

"No but now I do..." dad gives me a disappointed look before turning around to leave. "Don't stay up too late."

I move to be in front of Tony. "You have a ring and everything. Babbbbe!"

He chuckles, pulling me in for a hug. "I love you, Star. I wasn't kidding about the marriage part earlier. I do want to marry you someday. It doesn't have to be today or tomorrow but someday I would love to call you my wife and the mother of my children."

"At least you are up to a good start with my dad, but" I glance up with a grin. "now he knows we make love to one another."

"Its fine as long as he doesn't make me stay away from you until I do propose." He places a soft kiss on my lips. "Should we start the pizzas?"

"Yessssss."

Tony chuckles once again. "Homemade pizza with no love making while we wait."

"You'll survive!"

Not too good but it's a start. Thank you for the reads and the feedback. Please don't be afraid to give me feedback—it helps me improve.

[floatsthruspace]

I found this in my drafts after posting the other one!

Hi! This is the exact moment where I was convinced. I was convinced that this needed to happen. Obi was my favorite character after Shirayuki. This was the moment I put two and two together. And ever since, I've wanted a very specific plot line to play out. Obviously, I try to read through every fic on AO3 and here. There are so many brilliant authors and artists and other creatives that make this fandom a joy to return to. They all live rent free in my head.

Ive tried and failed to put down my thoughts in words. I am not a writer. But here is a snippet of a song fic (?) I had in my head for the longest time. It won't leave me alone. If there is something similar out there please please tell me where ;-;

Can't keep my hands to myself- Selena Gomez

Can't keep my hands to myself

Shirayuki had a problem. At first, she didn't think nothing of it. They are best friends and they spend so much time together. They work so well together and they can communicate without a word. Of course some of that communication would be through touch. A brush of a hand here, a touch to his strong shoulder there, and her hand wrapped around a wrist. She never noticed it was different from when she worked with Ryuu or with Suzu or even Mitsuhide. Until she did.

They had been working for two weeks to pull this garden together. She wiped her brow as she walked over to where Obi worked. She admired his form as he moved wood poles to where they need to be and then returned back to his task with the plants. She placed her hand on his shoulder as she leaned over him to peer at his work in harvesting the herb in his section. His muscles tensed as she let her palm run down his arm.

No matter how much I'm trying to

Her palm tingled as he pulled her through the market place in search of the stall that Suzu raved about last night. She couldn't help that her mind went straight to how strong his hands were and how rough his callouses felt on her skin. She tried not to think about how he gently tugs her along to speed her past groups of people. She tried not to think about how his hands would feel on her skin and how her hands would feel on his skin... Shirayuki barely misses crashing into a patron at the tea stall. She takes a steadying breath and focuses on her path following Obi.

I want you all to myself

As Shirayuki stood up and wiped her brow she wondered if Obi regretted suggesting they stop to rest in this town. She couldn't help it, she saw a garden in disrepair and knew it would help the town to have a community space. It just needed a little love. She looked over at Obi and saw him bent over a pile of wood looking for strong pieces for the outer fence. She admired his lean frame as he stood up with his prize. That's when she noticed his fan club had gathered nearby. She frowned and grumbled at the group of girls waiting to give him water or a rag to wipe his sweat. One of the more daring ones was gushing about how strong he was to be able to pick up those heavy planks of wood. Shirayuki didn't miss how she hung off his arm. Obi for his part was eating it up. She had enough when the girl giggled at him and ran her hand up his arm. She marched over to them and put her hands on his shoulder to focus him back to the task at hand. She asked him to help her with the wheel barrow. She grinned as he followed her without hesitation. She glanced over her shoulder at the pouting fan club. For good measure, she made to fuss over him about taking care of his hands and watching out for his shoulder. She rubbed his hands while glancing at his eyes just so. When she saw his blush she felt warm all over. They continued to work together using the wheelbarrow to spread the soil in the garden. She helped him use his planks to patch the fence. They worked into the early evening and neither of them noticing that they were alone. Glances and hands brushing past each other were the only things on their mind.

Thants all I got! Thank you for reading!

[winterspiderpurrs]

Request on Peter dancing through dance again (salena Gomez) with a silky dress and tony saw it. He was horny

It's not often that Peter gets to stay at the Tower. He normally just returns home, only staying if he had to be there early the next day to leave on a mission or if he wanted more lab time with Tony.

The tower was oddly empty, most of the team out on other missions or on leave for a bit. It was late, Tony was still in the lab so Peter decided it was time for " me time" which meant he could lock himself in his room at the tower, specifically built to be sound proof. Where he could play his music loud and dance around without anyone catching him. And of course indulging in his more feminine side.

Once he was secured in his room, he quickly pulled out the black silky gown, trying to straighten it and get the wrinkles out from being crushed in his backpack.

" Friday? Can you turn on my favorite dance Playlist called umm Pretty? "

" Of course Peter"

Music starts playing loudly, smiling peter picks up the dress, puts it on a hanger and then goes into the bathroom. Letting the dress hang near the shower. If he was gonna wear the gown, he wanted to be nice and clean first and the steam from the shower should help get some of the wrinkles out. While he was in his extremely hot shower, singing and dancing of course, Friday had alerted Tony of Peter being in the tower and that he was in his room.

Timing couldn't be more perfect, Peter had just gotten out of the shower, toweling himself off before slipping on the gown. When the Dance Again song started, Peter started spinning around, swaying to the music, pausing every now and then to put lotion on his legs, to stop and put a bit of mascara on, some lip gloss. All the while unknowingly being watched by Tony. Tony who had to beg and override Friday to let him in the room. Sure maybe the kid wanted some privacy, but when asking Friday if Peter was in a private moment *ahem* masterbating*ahem* she said no. So he wanted in, it was just odd that Peter didn't come to see him first.

Tony was shocked, sure he knows Peter is older now[20] and hey he had no problems with anyone dressing how they wanted, either as a lifestyle, trueself, or kink. He just never realized how... good looking Peter was. Sure he knows Peter was cute, those big brown eyes? Who could say no. But while he always appreciated Peter's form, he was always able to distance himself from looking tooo hard. But watching Peter dancing in that dress/gown? There was no denying it anymore.

He wanted Peter.

[bearterritory]

#8 Cal Wins Opening Weekend

Bears Are Flawless in Dispatching Four Opponents

BERKELEY – The No. 8 ranked California beach volleyball team closed out its opening weekend at the Clark Kerr Sand Courts with straight wins, beating all four opponents by a score of 5-0. In fact, with their victories over Saint Mary's, Santa Clara, American River and San Jose State they only dropped a single set.

"It was really exciting being able to open at home this year in front of our fans and supporters," Cal head coach Meagan Owusu said. "It was fun to see a bunch of new players in the lineup. It's a new squad, so we're just growing and getting to know the strengths that this specific group has and rolling with that."

Cal 5, Saint Mary's 0 The Golden Bears (4-0) got out to a fast start to the day as their first two pairs flew through their opening sets. Sophomore Portia Sherman and junior Ella Dreibholz started with a 21-11 win. After falling behind 13-8 in set two, they quickly rallied and pulled away late to take it 21-17.

Across the way, junior Ella Sears and freshman Kendall Peters cruised to a 21-12 opening-set victory before dropping set two 24-22. They broke a 9-9 tie in the decisive third set with three straight points, closing out the Bears' first nailbiter of the season with a 15-12 win.

Kicking off the next set of matches, sophomore duo Marilu Pally and Gia Fisher rallied from five points down in set one and never looked back, claiming a 21-17, 21-9 victory. Senior Brooke Buchner and graduate student Lara Boos broke out of a pair of close sets, holding off a pair of SMU (1-1) comeback attempts in a 21-19, 21-16 sweep.

The No. 1 pair of Emma Donley and Alexandria Young-Gomez finished things off with a dominant 21-10, 21-13 win in the final match against the Gaels.

1 Emma Donley and Alexandria Young-Gomez (CAL) def. Sedona Sherman and Sadie Shipman (SMU)  21-10, 21-13 2 Marilu Pally and Gia Fisher (CAL) def. Hannah Couch and Hawley Harrer (SMU) 21-17, 21-9 3 Brooke Buchner and Lara Boos (CAL) def. Allie Cataldo and Angie Bour (SMU) 21-19, 21-16 4 Portia Sherman and Ella Dreibholz (CAL) def. Karmin Brown and AJ Slojkowski (SMU) 21-11, 21-17 5 Ella Sears and Kendall Peters (CAL) def. Paola Peralta and Nya Crump (SMU) 21-12, 22-24, 15-12

Order of finish: 4 5 2 3 1

No. 8 Cal 5, Santa Clara 0 In their afternoon matchup with the Broncos (0-2), the Bears comfortably handled every set by at least four points. Pally and Fisher went 21-8, 21-17 while Sherman and Dreibholz won 21-15, 21-17.

None of the Bears' final three pairs gave up more than 13 points in a set. Donley and Young-Gomez won set one 21-13 and finished things off on a cheeky bump winner to take set two 21-11. Sophomores Amelia Vugrincic and Jenna Colligan jumped out to 16-6 leads in both sets en route to a 21-13, 21-11 victory. Buchner and Boos ended the day with wins of 21-12 and 21-9.

1 Emma Donley and Alexandria Young-Gomez (CAL) def. Katie Kishton and Elena Radeff (SCU) 21-13, 21-11 2 Marilu Pally and Gia Fisher (CAL) def. Ella Duffner and Noelle Niederman (SCU) 21-8, 21-17 3 Brooke Buchner and Lara Boos (CAL) def. Casey Campbell and Sveva Munneke (SCU) 21-12, 21-12 4 Portia Sherman and Ella Dreibholz (CAL) def. Jordan Bennett and Hailey Benesz (SCU) 21-15, 21-17 5 Amelia Vugrincic and Jenna Colligan (CAL) def. Alexie Epstein and Alexia Gallegos (SCU) 21-12, 21-9

Order of finish: 2 4 1 5 3

Up Next The Bears will now head south for the weekend for their road openers in the Battle For L.A. at Mapes Beach. Cal takes on UCLA and Cal Poly on Friday, March 1. The following day, the Bears face Concordia University Irvine and Loyola Marymount.

[themememerchant]

P5R ARCANA SWAP AU IDEAS I HAD

These are all small little ideas and thoughts I have for my fanfiction Queenpin Of The Metaverse which I will hopefully be able to begin publishing on ao3 soon enough

So until then, have this moderately sized collection of random facts about the swapped thieves personalities and such

HERE WE FUCkIN GO:

Something not mentioned the original post but is important to know is that the phantom thieves are effectively a giant polycule, many of them are dating each other with Sophia being the exception-(she’s 10)

Sumire, Futaba, Haru, and Ann all trying on Makoto’s bomber jacket when they think nobody’s looking and Makoto thinking they’re adorable

Yuuki trying-(and failing)-to “rizz up” Sumire without knowing what the phrase actually means while everyone else gets 2nd-hand embarrassment

Futaba calling Sumi and Makoto her “Waifus for life-u”

Akira 100% being like Gomez Addams where he challenges the sun to a duel because Goro or Sumi got sunburned

“EN GUARDE, Mon Soleil!”

“Akira, that’s the sun-”

“EN GUARDE, I SAY!”

Yuuki pulling stupidly annoying yet harmless pranks on everyone like giving them 1,000 yen in nothing but 10 yen coins

Anytime someone tries to get a favor from Makoto she pulls out a box of pocky sticks and says: “Ya gotta play for it.”

Sumire doing weight lifting instead of gymnastics because she still wants to be fit

Makoto spots her

Yusuke giving off cat energy by getting stuck in the stupidest places and crying about it

Haru being weirdly talented with every niche thing she tries like drawing and singing

People ask how she got so good and she just shrugs innocently with legitimately zero explanation, she’s just built different

Sophia and Sumire both use age regression to cope with abuse from their respective parents and they set up playdates constantly

Futaba is Sophia’s designated caregiver

Makoto and Ann take turns being Sumi’s caregivers-(they begrugingly agreed to share custody)

TW: ALL THE STUFF ASSOSCIATED WITH KAMOSHITHEAD 

Yuuki having a “Poison” moment like Angel from Hazbin, except the song flips between him being beaten and assaulted in the P.E. office and his cognitive self coming onto Kamoshida

In reference to the above, Makoto and Yuuki having a “Loser, Baby” moment where they bond over hating Kamoshithead once Yuuki awakens

Sumire saying things like: “Everything’s jake!”, and nobody knows what the fuck she means until she needs to explain

Sumire using slang from the American 20’s is such a funny concept to me since not only is it outdated terminology, it’s also in a perfect NY American accent from a Japanese highschool girl

The thieves taking on traits from their personas in general is such a fun idea to work with

Sumire with her slang as i already said but also being enthralled by jazz music and early 20th century fashion

Goro having excellent deductive reasoning and fascination with random knowledge, he also has slight opium cravings

Makoto having inexplicable knowledge on sailing and being really good at bargaining and negotiation

Futaba emitting an aura of almost royal-like confidence that makes other students fall head over heels for her

Yuuki being a master of sneaking up on people by accident and having a really good poker-face

Sophia having a child-like curiosity over basic things like why the sky is blue and how rain works

Akira speaking in random bursts of Latin and Greek, he also begins writing poetry in his free time

Haru saying obscenities with a Southern-belle accent and being really good at working a crowd

Yusuke being followed by Paimon’s demonic parade so anyone near him will hear faint sounds of drums and trumpets when he walks

Ann suddenly becomes a master tactician who was even able to beat Goro at chess once, she also unconsciously whispers French prayers sometimes

Ryuji is a masterful pick-pocket-(Nezumi Kozo)-with great public speaking skills-(Maximilien)-, he later gets a side job with crossdressing-(Nezumi Kozo again)-

Goro and Akira having the same homoerotic tension between each other as canon but Akira is less self-assured and Goro is not a murderer but is still very threatening and intimidating

Ann has a “resting bitch face” because she has trouble expressing her emotions, so most students are too afraid to talk to her. After she joins and starts dating some of the thieves everyone just looks so confused as this gorgeous-yet-stone-faced blonde model starts hugging a red-headed cinnamon roll-(Sumi)-while looking as stoic as ever

Even better when Sumi makes comments like: ”Awww, It seems someone's in an extra good mood today!” And then Ann goes: “Thanks, I was hoping you’d notice.”

The students around them have no idea how anyone was supposed to know the blonde’s emotions, but Sumi is just built different

FUCK NOW I WANT TO MAKE A ONESHOT ABT THIS FUCK-

Yusuke and Futaba are both pretty smart people but when they try to work together they end up canceling out each other’s brain cells and becoming morons

Ann probably wears berets sometimes and the thieves poke fun at her by calling her a "French stereotype"

And that is all for now, who knows what else my diseased mind shall spit out next…

Until then, adieu all ye power tops