#he thinks Nick is cute so what’s the loss

[cornflowershade]

𝙉𝙞𝙘𝙠'𝙨 𝙌𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙂𝙪𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝘾𝙪𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙧 𝙎𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙞𝙘𝙚 » 𝙊𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙁𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙀𝙥. 𝟭

[astonmartinii]

we don’t play about halloween | max verstappen social media au

pairing: max verstappen x fem reader

max doesn’t play about three things: formula one, his cats and his girlfriend’s love for halloween

MASTERLIST | TIPS

yourusername

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yourusername: yes we dress up to carve pumpkins, it’s rude if you don’t.

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user1: gosh they are so cute

user2: did max just dress as himself whenever he’s within 5ft of y/n?

maxverstappen1: i get why the americans don’t play about the statue of liberty

yourusername: i think they should build one of you in zandvoort

maxverstappen1: and they still wouldn’t worship it as much as i worship you

yourusername: i literally light candles in your name and pray for you with you mum, i think i worship you more sorry

maxverstappen1: the ONLY loss i’ll take

user3: i feel lonely year round because of them but it’s SO much worse during halloween

user4: they are the definition of the couple costume they invented it and they PERFECTED it

landonorris: i thought your apartment was a safe space, why did i get harassed over my costume?

yourusername: it was more of the lack of costume? “streamer” does not count

landonorris: who actually dresses up to carve pumpkins?

maxverstappen1: COOL PEOPLE

yourusername: imagine not dressing up and having an awful pumpkin … could never be me

landonorris: STOP BULLYING ME

maxverstappen1: do better then.

user5: obsessed with how peace and love y/n is for the whole year but as soon as someone doesn’t care about halloween it’s fight time

charles_leclerc: remind me to never accept an invite to a halloween event at the verstappen-l/n household - far TOO much stress

yourusername: but you’re like the only one who deserves an invite to next year because the air max costume slayed

maxverstappen1: i might even let you back on it

charles_leclerc: might???

maxverstappen1: follow me on instagram

yourusername: 2019 was so long ago we really need to move on

danielricciardo: you seriously underestimate just how petty these men are

maxverstappen1

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maxverstappen1: halloween is a full family affair

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user8: JIMMY AND SASSY I CAN'T

user9: yall looking at the croissant and the lobster i'm focusing on AMY AND NICK?

user10: has max even seen this film?

maxverstappen1: nope i just like doing the costumes y/n wants to do

user11: i wish i had enough friends to have like ten billion halloween parties

oscarpiastri: i didn't know what to expect but i did not think i was going to see alex trying to drown george at the apple bobbing station

yourusername: i let them work out their own mess as long as they don't accidentally flood our living room again

oscarpiastri: AGAIN?

maxverstappen1: f1 drivers are just competitive about apple bobbing as they are about driving

alexalbon: in my defence there is a sick trophy for the champ i simply cannot let anyone else win it

user12: they got a trophy made? and girlies are serious about this?

yourusername: custom trophies for apple bobbing, pumpkin carving and best costume

alexalbon: three time apple bobbing champ right here

charles_leclerc: i'm coming for best costume this year

danielricciardo: pumpkin carving was an easy dub last year

maxverstappen1: but no one has out done us for costumes thus far

yourusername: and that's not bias, there is a democratic voting process x

user13: i need to be in this friendship group right now

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yourusername: it's the most wonderful time of the year ! thanks to everyone who came out and making the spooky season special. p.s. shout out to max who found this wig while going through our costume box and insisted on not taking it off the whole set up.

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user16: NOOOOO WHY IS HALLOWEEN OVER ALREADY

user17: rip to all of us who were hoping for a sexy y/n x max costume

user18: they heard we wanted sexy and gave us ratatouille i hate their asses

oscarpiastri: okay so lando wasn't lying when he said you guys go insane for halloween

yourusername: i fear not. i hope you enjoyed your dip in the pool, we found you in a guest room in my bath robe at 3am

oscarpiastri: oops.

maxverstappen1: you fared better than others on their rookie halloween appearance, just ask lando and charles

landonorris: you told me there was no alcohol in the jelly so it's not my fault i ate the whole bowl and threw up in your shower

yourusername: wow way to blame the victims there lando, you literally blocked the drain

landonorris: MAX SAID THERE WAS NO ALCOHOL

yourusername: it was labelled with the ingredients. you just can't read

landonorris: no comment

yourusername: and charles got so drunk that he decided he would sleep on the couch but got 'lonely' and insisted on cuddling with us

charles_leclerc: Y/N!!!! YOU SAID YOU'D KEEP THAT A SECRET

maxverstappen1: don't worry we thought it was cute

carlossainz55: wait is that why you came as a "cuddle bug" this year?

charles_leclerc: NO

alexalbon: and that must be why he got best costume RIGGORY

yourusername: no riggory here, you and lily as mavis and jonathon were a close second

user19: i won't rest until i have an invite next year.

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maxverstappen1: sorting the recycling with your head barely attached is always the worst part of halloween

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user20: drunk max looks like so much fun

yourusername: i think i might drink my weight in coffee today but i need to see the kitchen floor soon before i lose my mind

user21: ma'am i know you're clinging to life rn but can we know who won what?

alexalbon: ALEX ALBON APPLE BOBBING CHAMP FOUR YEARS IN A ROW

charles_leclerc: i won best costume and it's purely because i'm cute cause NO one there knew about my cuddling escapades last year

landonorris: ugh pretty privilege back at it again

charles_leclerc: jealousy is a disease get well soon

oscarpiastri: my pumpkin ended up winning !! turns out people love a kangaroo in the ghostface mask

maxverstappen1: first rookie to win that title (i am so impressed by the kangaroo)

yourusername: you were actually so good you have to help me with all the decorative ones next year

oscarpiastri: i'm in

user21: but who won the real award - most embarrassing moment?

maxverstappen1: daniel got stuck in the door in his inflatable horse/cowboy costume

danielricciardo: NO esteban dressing as the cheese string man was worse

estebanocon: that's real creativity at least i didn't fall asleep in the bath like carlos

yourusername: not to gang up on carlos but the blanket you took in their is damaged beyond repair and i request a replacement

carlossainz55: fair, but it was me, lando and george in the tub

georgerussell63: fake news @carmenmundt

carmenmundt: i was also at the party babe, it was impressive how you all fit in there

user22: the fact they do all of this and race like two weeks later and the teams just deal with it

maxverstappen1: we've done much worse on race weekends

yourusername: someone didn't have to try and get home after abu dhabi 2021, halloween is nothing compared to that

note: a lil halloween one for you all. i also DO NOT PLAY ABOUT HALLOWEEN. and am currently planning my costume lol. just wanted to get a small one out before all my work comes in tomorrow, much love xx

[kaisturni]

rope bunny (pillow princess pt 2) | c. sturniolo

→ chris x fem!reader

→ plot; after your first night with chris, you do your best to stay out of the radar of his brothers. when you two return back to your room after filming, chris has a kink he wants to work out with you.

→ includes; smut, unprotected sex, restraining, f! oral, getting caught (kinda), creampie, angst if you squint, light fluff

→ a/n; i was going to post tomorrow but i could not WAIT hope i did it justice for everyone since this is my most loved fic (out of three lol but still crazy) and this one’s for the horny freaky FUCKS, ur just like me and i’m just like u, enjoy 🙈

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i opened my eyes and squint, adjusting to the bright sun entering the room. i’m still naked, still hugging chris, and still buzzed from the events of last night.

he’s already on his phone, and when he notices that i’m awake and looking at him, he smiles and peppers kisses all over my face,

“mornin’ baby,” placing the last kiss on my lips, making sure this one was longer than the others.

“good morning, how did you sleep?” i ask while stretching, the blanket slipping down, exposing my bare chest.

chris bites his lip lightly, “slept good, feeling even better now,” he whispers into my ear, taking a hand and squeezing.

i do my best to not groan at his action, since the day has just started, “chris! seriously? not right now!” i laugh, slightly pushing him away and crawling out of bed to get myself into the shower.

he frowns at the loss of contact, “sorry i just cant help mysel- are you showering? can i come with???” he pleads after watching me grab a towel and shuffle to the bathroom,

as much as i want to get in to the shower with him right now, i know were in a rush and we have places to be with nick and matt, and i don’t think we need them on our trail with both of us coming out of the room with wet hair.

“didn’t you shower last night? plus we have to get going in 20, that’s not enough time for-“

“for what?” he smirks,

“nothing, it’s just not enough time!” i half yell, slamming the bathroom door. honestly, the fact that he’s so needy already is cute.

it makes me wonder how he’s going to act when we’re with nick and matt. is it going to be awkward? obvious? are they going to clock us right away and never speak to me again? i shudder at my own imagination. i guess we’ll find out today.

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they haven’t picked up on anything.

which is good, because chris and i aren’t exactly doing a very good job at keeping a low profile.

he’s been stealing kisses from me all day; whenever the camera is not on, we’ll find ourselves trailing behind the group just to give each other a few quick pecks,

even sitting next to me and squeezing my thighs under the table when we go out to eat, laughing when he sees me trying to control myself under his touch.

“we’ve got to get going to the driskill now, is everyone ready?” nick asks, and we all nod following him out of the restaurant and to the hotel.

of course, chris and i “unintentionally” trail to the back again, holding hands and kissing behind his oblivious brothers.

that is, until matt turns his head around just as chris is about to kiss me again, and we have to almost rip apart at his eye contact.

“jesus, what’s wrong with you two??” matt questions with a chuckle, with good reason because i’m obviously extremely startled by almost getting caught.

“nothing, i was just saying something to scare her before we got to the hotel,” chris says nonchalantly, the lie slipping off his tongue easily.

“well i don’t want to know, i’m already fucking terrified,” nick chimes in, thankfully not turning around and continuing to keep his eyes ahead of him.

matt agrees, and they carry their own conversation, forgetting about us. chris gives me a little wink and a quick peck on the side of the head, both of us in a silent agreement not to try anything to close to them, it not being worthy the risk.

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we’ve been filming for about an hour or two at this point, we end up in a room where sam and colby decide this is where we’re doing the estes method.

“okay so y/n and nick can go first, just sit over on that couch put these blindfolds and headphone on and you’ll start hearing words playing back to you,” sam tells us while handing nick and i our gear.

chris watches me without even blinking while i put my blindfold on, and i stare back at him until i see nothing.

nick and i do it for about 10 minutes and we were able to get some good stuff for their video,

“matt and chris, how about y’all try it next” colby says as nick and i unblind ourselves.

i hand chris my blindfold and he bends down to my level, “you look so fucking sexy with a blindfold on, remind me to steal those from them later,” he whispers and smiles devilishly, taking the blindfold from my hands and claiming my spot.

i can feel my heart rate pick up at both his comment and our proximity to the others, it seems like he really does not care about getting caught; or he just lives for the thrill of it.

now that him and matt have the blindfolds on, chris starts man spreading, bucking his hips upwards and throwing his head back.

this man knows exactly what he’s fucking doing.

every word he says is in a low, slow voice, and i’m sure he’s laughing in his head at the vision of me squirming at what he’s doing.

him and matt finish, chris taking matt’s blindfold from him, “i can put these away for you guys,” he says to colby, and he thanks him and the group starts walking towards the bathroom.

i look back at chris and he’s shoving the blindfolds into his pocket, bringing his index finger to his lips, giving me a silent hush. my breath hitches and i don’t want to even let myself get hot and bothered by what he could be having in store for me later.

the fantasy that almost begins to brew in my head is flushed by nick and matt's whispers ahead of me.

“i don’t know, it’s weird!”

“i don’t believe you for a second.”

“i swear, i don’t know what happened last night, but something is going on between them,”

i feel my heart sink to my stomach the second i hear those words come out of matt’s mouth. he must have suspected something when we were walking to the hotel. were we being that obvious the whole day? i can’t even remember at this point.

i can feel my heart race and breath pick up, anxiety seeping through my body before i feel a hand on my shoulder,

“you good?” chris looks at me, a worried expression on his face.

the last thing i want to do is make him worry about his brother’s speculations, so i give him a half hearted smile,

“yes, just tired that’s all,” his eyes search my face,

“me too, it’s okay we’ll be done filming soon,” he pats my shoulder lightly and turns to talk to his brothers. i’m jealous of how calm he’s able to be with the way he’s asking. it’s not like i’m the one who’s being risky, but it sure as hell feels like it does.

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it’s around one in the morning when we say goodbye to sam and colby and start heading back to our own hotel.

i decided to walk with nick instead of chris, and even then i can feel matt’s eyes burning into the back of my head.

i do my best to actually keep eye contact with him whenever he looks at me just so i can show i don’t have the “we both know i’m with your brother” expression on my face.

“goodnight, we’ll see you guys tomorrow to check out thrifts and shit,” chris starts, before beginning to walk in the direction of our room.

“what? i thought we were all going to hang in our room for a little,” nick asks, looking at me confused,

“nah, y/n told me she’s super tired and i don’t want to keep her up if i come in late, right, y/n?”

god he’s so fucking good on the spot it drives me nuts.

“yeah i’m exhausted, all that ghost hunting has me beat, but don’t worry nick i promise shopping tomorrow will make up for it,” i say,

“keep your promise missy!”

i salute him before giving nick an arm hug and walking away as we blow each other a kiss.

chris keys us in to our room, while looking back at me with a sweet smile and kisses me on the cheek,

“m’lady,” he says while ushering me to go in, causing me to roll my eyes and giggle.

i don’t even have time to think before chris slams me into the door of the room and pushes his lips into mine.

we moan into each others mouths, his arms snaking around my waist and mine wrapping around his neck on cue.

“fuck, i’ve been needing you all day, i don’t know how i waited this long,” chris says breaking the contact between our mouths and moving his lips down to my neck with a trail of sloppy kisses,

“jump,” he demands, and i do and he holds my legs in place around his legs,

“chris,” i breathe out, unable to come up with complete sentences to say.

he moves his lips back up to mine, and without breaking our kiss lays me down on the bed, himself still standing over me.

chris breaks away fast and harsh, i look at him slightly confused,

“what’s wrong? what are you do-oh my god,”

chris pulls out both blindfolds he stole while we were filming, which i had entirely forgotten about. honestly i thought he just put them in his pocket for the theatrics, but i was dead wrong.

“thought i forgot about these, huh? i couldn’t get the sight of you with it on out of my head,” he says while removing my top then kissing the part of my breasts that are exposed through my bra.

“i couldn’t decide if i wanted to blindfold you or tie you up with it, so i decided on both. now strip,” he stands up tall and holds the silky fabric between his hands, wrapping it around his left knuckles.

i do as i’m told and i get completely naked, sinking to the ground in front him.

he takes his top layers off until he’s standing there in just pants, eyes dark and peering down at me.

i can feel myself quickly getting soaked, and chris grabs my throat and pulls me up closer to his level,

“you’re gonna do as i say, got that baby?” i nod vigorously, and he motions for me to lay on the bed.

“put your arms pretty girl,” he husks, kissing up my naked body before tying my wrists together in a bow above my head.

“i didn’t think you would be into this kind of thing, christopher,” i purr at him, watching chris bite his lip at my comment,

“i’m mainly just in to you, and since you’re mine i get to try anything i want with you, right?” he says, dipping down to suck on my nipple.

the feeling causes me to moan and squeeze my legs together, aching for him to absolutely fuck me senseless.

“r-right,” i say in a breathless agreement, and he gives me that devilish smile once again.

“good. now just lay back and enjoy it all baby,” he brings the blindfold up to my face and i lift my head so he can tie it around my head.

immediately i feel his hand go between my soaking core, causing me to arch my back even his gentle touch,

“you’re already so wet, you make it so hard to not fuck you so quick,” his voice rings into my ears like a melody as his two fingers enter me with ease.

“oh fuck, mmm…chris-“ i wriggle in my makeshift handcuffs when he curls his fingers with each pump, hitting the perfect spot every single time.

he removes his fingers from inside me, and i groan at the void of the pleasure that was building up inside me.

suddenly he pushes my legs further apart, and i gasp when i feel his mouth sucking on my clit.

pornographic moans echo in the room, and he buries his face deeper into my pussy, vibrations of his moans sending me further into a frenzy.

i’d give fucking anything to grip on to his hair right now, but since that option was taken away from me i’m left squirming under his touch, feeling the knots in my stomach grow tighter by the minute.

“shit right there, don’t fucking stop please,” i feel like i’m going to explode as he goes between sucking on my clit and giving fast licks to it on the tip of his tongue.

“how could i? you taste so sweet, y/n, god i love your pussy in my face,” he says before immediately going back to his attack on my core.

“b-baby i’m so close,” i practically scream out,

“let it all out f’me pretty girl,” he mumbled against me, and i release all over, feelings my legs trembling over my high.

i feel chris’ soaking wet mouth on my lips again, tasting myself as he explores my mouth with his.

he breaks away and i inhale deeply, picking up the sounds of his belt and the undoing of a zipper.

i feel his dick rub between me a few times before he immediately starts thrusting, holding my hips in place for his movement.

“ah chris! too much, too much!” i groan, my body still aching and the overstimulation well washed on me.

“no, take it—take it like the good girl i know you are,” he says, not breaking a rhythm of the pace of him slamming into me.

our moans meet once again, and his roughness only takes me further on the path to another orgasm.

he only moves his body to kiss me, rough and hard like his own movements.

“fuck y/n, i’m not lasting long with you,” he whimpers out, and i cant even focus on the words he’s saying because of the fire ready to burst inside of me.

“chris i-i’m gonna c-cum again,” i manage to say barely above a whisper, i’m so fucked out that even breathing is a challenge at this point.

“cum with me,” he says, his thrusts becoming sloppier, and we both reach out highs, feelings myself becoming warm with my own and his juices mixing inside of me.

chris removed the blindfold around my wrists and face, his tired eyes meeting mine.

he kisses all over my face with slow, gentle presses, “how was that?” he asks, then kissing the tip of my nose once more.

it’s insane how much of a different person chris turns into when we fuck.

“it was so good chris, thank you,” i say before reaching for my phone and crawling back on top of the bed.

chris joins me, and i lay on his body with my leg thrown over him; gently scratching my leg.

i notice i’m at low battery, thinking to get a charger, but immediately groaning in annoyance.

“what, what’s wrong?”

“i left my charger in their room. can you go get it? they must think i’m asleep by now,” i ask with doe eyes.

i know he’s going to do it anyway, but what’s the fun without teasing?

he laughs, “well since you asked so nicely,” he says before pecking my cheek,

“i can, i’ll be right back,”

i hum in response and he gets up, throwing just his boxers and a robe on.

i don’t bother putting on any clothes yet, but i do make myself comfortable in the blanket of the bed.

i close my eyes and hear the door open,

“okay WHAT the fuck.”

my eyes shoot open as i see matt and nick looking straight at me, horror filling both of their eyes.

chris is in a robe, i’m still very obviously naked, and there’s the stolen blindfolds on the bed; it’s not a good look.

i don’t even know what to say, the ringing in my ears beginning, feeling like i’m going to pass out.

why are they even here? were they listening? waiting?

i’m so full of embarrassment and anger, that i can’t even control myself.

“GET OUT, ALL OF YOU GET OUT!” i scream, and all of them look at me in shocked silence while i take the heap of blanket out of the bed with me and shove chris out of the room into the hallway with nick and matt.

it isn’t his fault, but it kind of is. for some reason i’m not really angry with him, more so at the situation. all of this could’ve been avoided if we just said something sooner and that’s what makes me feel the worst.

i quickly change into a pair of chris’ sweats and my own tshirt, rubbing my face into my palms as i brace myself to open the door again.

“y/n-“ matt starts,

“so you think it’s okay to fucking listen in on us through the door like a creep? what is wrong with you!” i yell, feeling the tears begin to pool into my eyes,

“no, no! that’s not what happened, we came because-“

“i heard what you said at the driskill!”

“what?” chris looks at the two confused, and they just ignore his expression and relay their focus back to me,

“y/n, we were just joking around. we came to bring you your charger that you left in my bag. anyway, we didn’t think actually anything was going on between you two.” nick starts calmly, allowing my own temper to mellow out with his soft speaking.

“yeah, we were just messing around. but obviously there was some… truth to it,” matt finishes.

chris sits silently next to me on the bed rubbing my back while i bury my face in my hands in shame.

“i’m so sorry guys, i don’t want you to fucking hate me for this, especially you nick; we were friends first,” i lightly sob into my hands and nick sits down on the other side of me,

“hey no, i, we, could never hate you for dating our brother— you guys are like, dating now right?” he says, looking at chris with raised eyebrows,

and i look at him, knowing we’re more that just fuck buddies; he said so himself. but just out of the curiosity of what he will say to his own brothers.

“of course we are,” we smile at each other and i turn back to nick,

“then i’m happy for you both. just remind me to fucking rip my ears and eyes out after hearing, and SEEING what i just witnessed,” he exclaims, throwing his hands up and closing his eyes, trying to shake the memories from his head.

“oh GOD, please tell me you didn’t hear much?” i look at him and matt with pleading eyes,

“don’t worry, just the OHHH CHRIS, IM GONNA CUM!” matt mocks him; nick groaning in disgust and chris and i turning red at his words.

“okay okay, thank you guys now get out, and don’t stick around uninvited,” chris says, getting up and opening the door for them.

“hope you guys will actually be fuckin asleep when we see you next!” nick says, the door following soon behind him.

chris takes a deep sign, “well, that was out sooner than later. are you okay?”

“yeah, i am. i’m glad they know now, i don’t know how long we could’ve kept this up without them knowing,” i say,

he plays with the end of my hair, “me too, i never want to keep you a secret,” he gives me a half crooked smile,

i kiss him gently and wrap my arms around him, his presence safe and calming.

“thank you, chris. i do need to shower though, i’m still… covered,” i say, collecting a towel and some of chris’ clothes he’s been letting me borrow.

“can i come with this time?”

“chris!”

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@chrizzpiecreme @viiiwwwee @mattsbrowser @anna-sturniolo @kellynlovesmatt

[weirdworldofwinnie]

A Safe Way Out

Jonathan Breech x Female Reader (NSFW 18+ only)

Summary: You're a very shy patient at the psychiatric hospital and the newest inpatient part of the therapy group has to be the cutest man you've ever seen, and he takes an interest in you, but he's not quite as innocent as he looks.

Word Count: ~3,384

Warnings: Smut (unprotected sex), loss of virginity/innocent reader, cum squirting, oral (fem receiving), mental illness, past trauma, talk of depression and suicide, some angst, language

Disclaimer: This just fantasy/fiction, I do not own anything from the 2001 Irish film On the Edge starring Cillian Murphy.

Breech, Jonathan.

He was surely the prettiest person you'd ever witnessed admitted to this institution that he could make both men and even women jealous, even though his pajamas were ill-fittingly too short and he had a cocky attitude that didn't go unnoticed by the staff and other patients, but he wasn't a total asshole... at least you hoped.

At the couple of group therapy sessions he attended he was rebellious, giving the always tired (but very patient) Dr. Figure grief through ample sarcasm that made you stifle smirks, but as usual you never spoke much, being selectively mute unless you were forced to answer a question from Dr. Figure. They didn't give any drugs to dope up; the doctor didn't think you nor the small group you were part of needed them, but sometimes you wished they would so you didn't have to participate in these stupid sessions that went in half-spun circles and could just conk out in your room or outside.

You had been submitted here by your estranged parents after a series of concerning events that you had tried to mentally block out, including attempting to take your own life because of bullying and abuse; you were not able to ever acclimate fully to society because of it, which led you to being stuck in this place, mentally spinning wheels while growing more and more wary of the outside world everyday. Jonathan was the opposite; he had a spark of defiance and a fire you didn't have enough oxygen for to nourish for yourself. He clearly didn't think he really belonged here and in a way, you sort of admired him even if he was a bit strange and potentially dangerous... He was certainly an exciting refresher in such a dull, day-to-day drudgery.

One day after walking out of yet another mildly frustrating therapy session, he stepped in front of you in the hall as you were making your way back to your room alone, a curious light in his stunningly blue excuses for eyeballs.

"Hey, you mind if I join ya in your room?" he asked suddenly and you froze, uncertain of how to react. You only ever minimally interacted one-on-one with people you trusted... Fellow patient Nick kept saying Jonathan wasn't to be trusted, but Nick was also kind of a paranoid weirdo that always was listening to his headphones, so what did he know?

Jonathan seemed to sense your hesitation and he grinned, trying to put you at ease or maybe he was just messing with you. Either way, you had to hide your intrigue in case he was pulling your leg.

"Don't look spooked out, I'm just so fucking bored at this place and you're pretty cute, but you never really talk... I just wanna get to know ya better," he explained sincerely, but you still felt wary.

"Can I see your room at least?" he asked innocently and you finally gave him a shy nod, causing him to smile in broad relief that reminded you of the last rays of sunlight splashing upon the cliffs.

He walked along beside you, swinging his arms back and forth a bit as if he was winding himself up, all the way to your room and past an orderly who gave him a suspicious glance, but you gave the man a thumbs up to let him know it was fine. Security here was surprisingly not as strict as one would imagine for a psychiatric hospital and the younger patients tended to sneak out once a week to the city with minimal repercussions. They always came back anyway.

You reached your designated room and opened the door slowly, and Jonathan strolled in after you, sighing loudly.

"Oh, would'ja look at that - they gave you the fanciest room they've got," he commented sarcastically as you sat down on the small bed, tucking your knees up to your chest and he stood, surveying you and scene for a second and then joining to sit, copying your posture. He fiddled with his slippers for a minute and then turned to you curiously.

"So lemme get this right: You only talk when or if you have ta?"

"Yeah," you mumbled and he nodded sagely.

"That's an interesting way to deal with people. Don't blame ya, lot of wanks out there not worth being spoken to. What's your name - I mean, I know it from the meeting, but can you say it?" he asked, however unlike any doctor, it wasn't clinical or judgmental. He truly seemed interested and so you whispered your first name aloud to the floor.

"It's a nice name. How old are you?" You could hear the smile in his deep voice.

"T-Twenty two," you responded with a slight stutter, too fluttery to be able to meet his gaze.

"Fuck, that's older than me... I'm nineteen, but you know already know that. You ever been anywhere outside of Dublin?"

You looked away, not answering. If you ever had, you'd been too small to remember.

"How long you've been here?" he asked curiously and you splayed your hand, palm up towards him.

"Five weeks or five years?"

"Years," you whispered and he was silent for a few minutes, picking at the hem of his baby blue pajama pants.

"So much for the road to recovery, eh?" he scoffed and you just shrugged.

He put his legs down, feet flat on the floor and crossing his arms tight to his chest, wearing that oversized silly orange patterned sweater of his. He sniffed and bit his lip, glancing up at the bare ceiling as if he would find the answers to existence there.

"Something happened to you, I know. Shit, something happened to us all here. It's okay if you don't wanna or can't talk 'bout it. But I can't figure out if you have the same thoughts me and the others have? You know, what the doc locks us up for... suicidal? Like there's no fucking point to this blip of existence? And they think we're nuts, but we just seein' the truth."

You slowly pulled up your sleeve, exposing the faint scars etched into your left wrist, remnants of cutting attempts to escape life before you had been dumped off in this place indefinitely. You had never tried it since and were now an adult and could seek the means to leave if you truly wanted to, but there was nothing out there in the world for you.

"See this pinky finger?" Jonathan asked suddenly, poking up his baby finger and you nodded, interested.

"I was just trying to get rid of what was left of me old Da and the damn car didn't do the job right. Could've broken neck but all I broke was me baby finger. Least you've got the scars there to prove survivin'." He sighed heavily, almost disappointed, and you spoke the first sentence you had in days, your voice hushed from disuse.

"Why do ya wanna die?"

He blinked, giving you a meaningful glance and his full lips stretched into a tight ironic smile.

"I don't want to die; I don't want to be alive. I'm just a fucking living ghost, we all are... Doesn't that realization scare the wits outta ya?"

He looked away at the wall, blinking as the drippy tears escaped and his mouth quivered in quiet anguish, his dewy face scrunching up. You reached over and touched his cheek, catching a tear rolling down his smooth pallid skin and wiping it off tenderly. He sniffled, embarrassed, and gently took your wrist and whispered emphatically.

"I like you, Y/N. You don't freak out or talk down to me or bitch about your own problems. You're unique, but I'm thinking ya too cute to be truly crazy."

"Cute?" you repeated and he grinned at hearing your high breathy voice.

"Don't be so afraid to talk, you got a pretty voice. Bet nobody be calling ya cute in a long time, right?"

You shrugged sheepishly and he tilted your chin up with his fingers, tracing the outline of your face fondly and you blushed, not used to being touched by anyone like that. It was... comforting, a feeling you had been very numb to for some time. His pinkish lips parted and he tilted his head slightly, mouth gaping in anticipation for a kiss but you froze, unsure and not wanting to take the lead.

"I want a kiss," he murmured and the way he said it made you draw closer, trusting the process. He closed his eyes and blindly groped your lips, sucking, and then his tongue dove in with a surprising force, swirling around your mouth and he gripped the sides of your head in a vice, cutting off any resistance... Not that you were repulsed in any way once the initial shock wore off.

He broke away after several seconds, gasping and licking his lips hungrily.

"Mm, didja like that?"

Your cheeks became pink and he glanced over your head at the windowpanes being pattered with a steady rain and it was growing dimmer outside, evening approaching with a cloaking storm, and it reflected in the dull colors of the room that was becoming muted of natural light.

"Can I show you something?" he asked huskily, shifting on the bed restlessly.

You ducked your chin in affirmative, heart fluttering in uncertainty as he reached to yank his sweater and pajama shirt over his head, leaving him with a bare chest. You stared, fascinated in his anatomy; it had been so long since you'd seen anyone without some clothing on. He grinned, pointing awkwardly to your own chest.

"So, uh, now this... this'll be the part where you remove your garment," he instructed and cautiously, you unbuttoned your pj's and you never wore a bra, so soon he was facing your naked breasts with your nipples hardening from the airy exposure.

"Really cute," he breathed, gently putting a finger to your right nipple and pressing lightly, stroking around the center and then drawing a line to the other breast, doing the same to that one and you shivered, feeling a strange pull in your stomach that was borderline butterflies. He leaned back, bouncing up slightly on the bed and kicking his slippers off to the floor.

"But hold on, there's more to see," he said with a verging mischievous excitement. You'd never seen him look so genuinely joyful and as he tugged down his pj bottoms, you blinked, faced with a protruding bugle in his white underwear.

After a beat, he removed his boxers, springing forth a stiff appendage that you'd never in the flesh on a man, well, in its erect state at least.

"Want to touch it? It doesn't bite," Jonathan joked with a lazy grin and you cautiously extended a hand and put your fingers on the glistening tip. It was definitely moist and firmly solid, and he shuddered through a breath of arousal.

"Wet," you observed and he laughed, scooting closer so his penis was resting in your hands.

"I like it when you touch me there, don't stop," he begged and you felt him up, amused at his reaction.

He twitched in your palms as you ran careful fingers up his fleshy length and to his balls, lightly petting the coarse dark hair nesting around them, and he shivered pleasurably, resisting the urge to already ejaculate.

"Feelin' good?" you asked fondly, seeing his mouth agape and eyes nearly rolling back.

"Too fuckin' good, need to stop before I cum too quick. Wanna enjoy this... Lemme have at that pussy of yours now instead of using me dick, m'kay?"

You could tell it wasn't a question, but you weren't sure what he meant entirely. You eased off his genitalia, cock dripping slightly, and sat back, waiting for him to elaborate.

"Here," Jonathan murmured and his hands went to your waist, teasing down the waistband of your pj's and pushing the pants down your legs, letting you wiggle out and kick them to the floor, along with your slippers. He stared for a full ten seconds at your womanhood, biting his lip and swirling his tongue around his mouth, before he bent down and spread your legs apart. You tried to ask him what was going to happen, but he dove in already, tongue flicking at your delicate folds with attempted precision. You gasped audibly at the new sensation and he clamped hands down on your thighs, clinging on as he maneuvered his thick tongue faster and you grabbed at a fistful of his hair, shaking from the unfamiliarity and equal anticipation as your body seemed to take control of natural instincts and budding arousal grew stronger.

He just wanted to warm you up though, and he withdrew his tongue soon, lips glistening with a tiny smear of discharge. Your bare chest rose and fell in rhythm as he surveyed the fresh terrain, just aching for more. You very well might be a complete virgin and that prospect tantalized him yet also privately frightened him of messing up. Of course he'd been with girls before, but they weren't this sheltered and sweet. He may corrupt you and alter the course of this extremely new friendship, which in his mind was always meant to become more of a relationship; the moment he saw you he knew he needed to get in your pants.

"Eh, give it a go," Jonathan told himself forcibly and his finger jerked onto your entrance, worming in needily and making you squeak in surprise. He shushed you, zipping his lips with his free hand, giving you a clear message that it wasn't wise to make unusual noises. Even though it wasn't like there was cameras in the rooms, one couldn't be too careful. If Dr. Figure found out his newest unstable patient, the same one that pledged not to kill himself before New Year's Eve, was somewhat taking advantage of a virgin he just met in her own room, the doc would be most displeased.

Nevertheless, whimpers escaped from your throat as he pressed further to your clit and moved another finger to join the first, uncomfortably stretching into your walls. Despite the stinging pain, you felt an decent amount of wetness pooling from your vagina, almost like peeing, and clenched reflexively, hitting his knuckles.

"Oh, I'm thinking it's ready," he whispered impatiently, wriggling his digits away with a squelch and wiping your light drizzle of cum on his cock.

Before you could react, he adjusted position and slid on top of you, pressing his body down onto your bare one and rubbing his full cock in-between your thighs.

You gasped when he began to shove in rather roughly, squirming into your tight unbroken hole and you looked up at his face, watching his hair askew slightly and you noticed a scar above his eyebrow you hadn't noticed before. You wrapped your arms around his neck, afraid to get pinned underneath him, and tried to buck and roll with the motion, but it was getting painful.

"Hurts," you whimpered into his ear as he thrusted further.

"Not gonna hurt in a minute, baby," he whispered, too in heat to stop and consider much else and he clapped a hand over your mouth to stifle any more alarming noises.

"C-Can't go-go all the way in," he panted, his skin slapping yours and rocking the whole small bed.

Sure enough, the pain became more bearable though the more he worked you and pleasure eventually overturned it altogether, the bursting bloom of an orgasm that was very likely the best feeling that had ever happened to you. You sank your mouth on his shoulder to stifle a cry, careful to not bite too deeply, and then mewled into his neck, panting heavily along with him and digging your fingers into his brown scrubby sideburns and floppy hair.

"Mm, fuc-fucking good, ya likin' it, eh?" Jonathan choked out in a whisper and you couldn't respond, too taken by this incredible euphoria and the way his cock flexed inside close at your cervix. You weren't sure how long he could stay in without it becoming too uncomfortable, but he lifted up slightly, grunting softly at his own arousal and effort.

He pulled out just in time, finishing outside by squirting hot ropes of milky cum all over your vagina, stomach, and legs. The bedsheets took a few splatters as well and he heaved in relief as you laid there, utterly stunned at his sexual performance. You had squirted a little bit too and it had intermixed with his juices that you couldn't tell which was from whom. It was so intimate and gross and a big part of you absolutely loved it, having never been in such a situation before... It was exciting and playful.

He swiped two fingers through the fluids and spread it on your thighs further, encouraging you to feel it as well and you giggled at him taking your own fingers and guiding them up to his face, dotting his chin with cum.

Jonathan then sat back on his haunches and admired you, catching his breath and listening to the steady patter of rain. You rolled over onto your side and your eyes widened at a couple spots of blood on the sheets and he looked down in causal observance.

"Ah, that'd be normal, don't worry," he assured with a chuckle.

"Though, uh, maybe we'd better try to hide it case they come collect the sheets tomorrow," he realized on second thought.

"I say I been bleeding, on my cycle," you offered as an explanation.

"Yeah, that'd be good cover," he agreed and climbed off, picking up his clothing and shimmying back into the pajamas and sweater.

"Look, I'll get us some towels or somethin' from the bathroom," he said, walking quietly to the door and opening it with a peering glance out, but the coast was clear. Most patients should be in their rooms by now anyhow.

You relaxed in a post-orgasmic trance while he was gone, listening to the dripping weather outside and wondering how you'd be able to be normal around him tomorrow.

The door squeaked open softly a couple minutes later and Jonathan came back inside with a bundle of torn sheets of toilet paper clutched in his hand.

"Couldn't get towels, so I took some shit paper that'll have ta do instead," he announced with dry amusement and he used it to wipe you clean of the wet mess and you thanked him quietly, grateful to be dry again for it had become rather cold and tingly on your skin. You automatically flinched a fraction when he wiped at your folds, as you were raw and sore, but he was fairly gentle. When he finished, Jonathan moved in very close as if for a kiss, but only whispered near to your ear, tickling your earlobe with his warm breath.

"Don't tell anyone about what we did... just a little secret, m'kay? Though I guess you wouldn't be blabbin' to anyone else anyway," he chuckled darkly, but it wasn't mean.

"Maybe we can see each other again?" he proposed as he balled up the soiled toilet paper and retreated back towards the door.

"Okay, Jonathan," you whispered in reply and he flushed at the sound of his name on your lips.

"I think you'll be my new therapy, better than anything that wanker of a Freud psychiatrist can offer." He paused, shuffling his feet and then glanced up daringly, determination in his blue orbs.

"We'll find a way out soon, a safe way out, me and you and Rachel and Toby... and I'll show you how to have a good time at the pub, eh? Like the sound of that?"

You only smiled as he turned to exit, but then abruptly paused and bit his lip as he looked back at you with a yearning, like what the two of you had just done still wasn't enough.

"Abair do phaidreacha agus codhladh sámh," he spoke in Gaelic and you translated back softly with a meaningful smile.

"Say your prayers and sleep well."

With a dip of his head and smug, yet almost childlike smile, Jonathan ducked out the door and was gone for the night.

[6ix9inewiturmom]

Wet Dreamz - Matt Sturniolo

Summary: based off the song wet dreamz by J. Cole idk if you need a summary just listen to the song :) takes place in matt’s pov the entire story!!

Warnings: Smut, masterbation,loss of virginity, Highschool matt (he’s 18)x 18yr old, POC!Reader

A/n: i was listening to this song and i immediately thought of matt, cause chris wouldn’t be nervous, matt would be! TELL ME HOW YALL LIKE THISSS!!

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“First time, she was in my math class, Long hair, brown skin with the fat ass”

Today was a normal day in mrs.Melvins math class, i walk in to my assigned seat in the back of the class, that’s when i noticed the seat next to mine that was usally empty had the most beautiful woman in it.

“hi! i’m Y/N! i just moved here from California!”

her words were like serotonin for me, she had the biggest smile on her face when i sat down next to her, she was fucking beautiful. a literal goddess sent from god himself. i had to know her.

“hey! i’m uh im matt! i uh live here.. but you probably knew that considering i go to school here…” fuck matthew you’re an idiot.. she knows you fucking live here how stupid could you be.

she giggles “you’re funny, matt”

i was caught by surprise by her complement, i was a total fool and she thought i was funny?

“oh i um.. thank you” i return her smile nervously

“mr.sturniolo and ms.Y/L/N, continue talking and i’ll separate you” Mrs. Melvin Spoke harshly, we both looked at each other and smiles.

“Sat beside me, used to laugh, had mad jokes The teacher always got mad, so we passed notes”

“is she always this mean? lol” Y/N’s note she passed me read as she pretended to pay attention with a cute cheeky smile on her lips, her plump lips, fuck matt you’re staring. i quickly turned away and wrote the note back to her.

“never to me, i happen to be her favorite you know” with a little winky face written next to it i pass the note back and she opens it and grins at me and playfully rolls her eyes.

our note passing lasted the rest of class, we weren’t even paying attention to Mrs.Melvin’s class, i can’t even remember what the lesson was about, i couldn’t get her out of my head.

“It started off so innocent She had a vibe and i started diggin' it, uh I was a youngin, straight crushin', tryna play the shit cool”

she always kept lookin at me with those sweet innocent eyes, with a beautiful smile on her face, her dimples on her cheeks every time she smiles at me. i need her in every way possible. i’ve never been in love this deep before. i’m so whipped and obsessed and i haven’t even hung out with her besides school.

“But i couldn't wait to get to school cause when I seen Them thighs on her and them hips on her and them lips on her Got me daydreamin', man, what”

the day ended and as i was driving my brothers home, not even paying attention to nick and chris arguing over little shit i didn’t even care to know about, all i was thinking about was her. my thoughts were interrupted by chris screaming in my ear

“MATTHEW… HELLO?!” chris yelled

“hm? what” i respond

“who’s got you so wrapped up in thought” nick uses his index finger to poke my shoulder

“no one, fuck off im just tired” i roll my eyes and continue to drive home

“I'm thinkin' how she rides on it, if she sits on it, if she licks on it”

As i got home the only thing i could fucking imagine is her beautiful plump lips on my cock, sucking me off and cumming on her beautiful face. i can feel the growing aching pain of a boner in my jeans as i’m laying in bed.

i slowly removed my pants and pull out my aching cock and start stroking up and down and immediately start groaning and rolling my eyes back in the back of my head.

“mmf, fuckkk Y/N” a small whimper leaves my lips as my cock starts twitching in my own hand imagining that it was her hand stroking my dick, cum shoots out of me spilling all over my hand and a loud groan comes out of my mouth.

“as time goes by Attractions gettin' deep and Wet dreamin', thinkin' that I'm smashin' but I'm sleepin', I want it bad And I ain't never been obsessed before”

i woke up with a huge wet stain in my underwear and on my sleep pants from my cum staining as i dreamt about her moaning and whimpering underneath me, me making her cum all over my dick, watching her legs shake from my dick sliding in and out of her repeatedly, her screaming my name over and over again, wishing i could just pound my cock

“FUCK” i groan loudly. i should be embarrassed im having wet dreams about this girl. i need to straighten up before i fuck this up.

“She wrote a note that said, “You ever had sex before?” Damn…”

i stopped in my tracks reading this, i looked over at her smiling up at mrs.marvins math class acting as if she’s “paying attention” with her innocent eyes and innocent smile. i wasn’t about to tell her i was a virgin. out of all the guys here in this school, me? i mean ive had a girlfriend but normally the girls go for chris, never me.

“I wrote back and said "Of course I had sex before," knowin' I was frontin' I said, "I'm like a pro, baby," knowin' I was stuntin But if I told the truth, I knew that I'd get played out, son Hadn't been in pussy since the day I came out one”

fuck, matt you’re so stupid, i fuckin hope she ain’t suspect i’m a virgin… i slid the note back to her with a soft smile on my face with panic on the inside of myself.

she smiles at my note and giving me a small wink before picking up her pink pen and writing something down and smiling and shooting me a wink before passing it back to me.

“She don't know that, so she done wrote back and told me "Oh, you a pro, homie? Well, I want you to show me My mama gone for the weekend So Saturday, baby, we can get to freakin'." That's when my heart start racin' and my body start sweatin'”

my fingers that are wrapped around my pencil were tapping my pencil on my desk nervously, there’s no way this is real… Y/N? me? no fuckin way… i’m prayin i don’t wake up from this dream if this is real.

i had to play this cool.

‘don’t fuck this up matthew’ was the only thing repeating in my head.

“i wrote back like "Yeah, baby, sound like a plan." Still tryna play it cool, sound like the man But I was scared to death, my stomach turnin' Talkin' shit, knowin' damn well I was a virgin, fuck”

the boner being restrained from my jeans is making me hard to focus, hard to breathe, i can’t even think of anything else other then how she looks beneath me making every sound escape her mouth because of me, because of my dick, but fuck she gonna find out i’m a virgin eventually.

“Yeah, you know that feelin' when you Know you finna bone for the first time? I'm hopin' that she won't notice it's my first time I'm hopin' that my shit is big enough to fuck wit' And most of all I'm prayin', "God, don't let me bust quick" I'm watchin' pornos, tryna see just how to stroke right Practice puttin' condoms on-how it go? Right”

i’ve been sitting in my room for about 4 hours trying to put some condoms on right, watching every porn video that was on the feed, trying to figure out positions, how to thrust my hips the right way, how to eat pussy, how to do everything right so she don’t suspect i’m a virgin, man i really want this to go well.

“yo bro you’ve been in there for fucking ever are you ever coming out” chris yells on the other side of my locked door.

“i just wanted a nap with no interruptions leave me alone” i lie with my dick in one hand and my phone in the other hand.

ive been at this for hours. i can’t fuck this up. i don’t want her to have a fake orgasm with me, that would be embarrassing as hell, i need this to be better then good for her. i can’t duck this up.

“I'm in her crib, now a palm sweatin' With a pocket full of rubbers and an erection”

“hi matty” she opens the door for me and smiles

“hi Y/N” i smile back at her walking in.

she takes my hand and drags me to her room decorated in her favorite artist and her favorite books sitting so perfectly on her bookshelf.

she pushes me down on her bed that was freshly made up and smelled like her, she straddles me sitting directly on my hard cock.

“you’re so beautiful” i smile looking up at her laying over me

she giggles “thank you”

she leans in and kisses me passionately, i use my hand and rub her thigh and squeeze a little before moving up to her hips and moving them hips looking for some sort of friction on my pressing hard cock.

“That's when my hands start touchin' and her face start blushin' And i roll over on top and then she Get my pants unbuckled and her hands start rubbin”

i softly groan at her hands now rubbing up and down on my cock with a smile on her face

“fuckkk Y/N” i grin

she smiles so innocently looking up at me with lust and excitement in her eyes. man i could bust like this. so fucking quick.

“it's time for action Pull out the condoms real smooth, yeah, just how I practiced But right before I put it in, she flinched and grabbed it and said "I wanna get somethin' off my mental I can tell you're a pro, but baby, be gentle, ‘cause—"

i was in utter shock, she was a virgin too? no fuckin way, i smile down at her and nod as i slowly push my cock in her tight hole

“god damn ma, you are so fuckin tight” i groan softly in her ear

“mpfh- matt please move” she says in a whimper almost

i slowly start thrusting in and out of her and a slight faster pace and holy fuck i’ve never been in this amount of pleasure before. i was in a state of euphoria

my pace quickens and i start groaning uncontrollably in her ear as she moans in mine

“matt im close” she whispers out with a loud pornographic moan as she releases all over my cock creating a ring around the base of my cock.

“fuck me too” my thrusts become sloppy as i pull out and finish in the condom.

we both crash besides each other and she looks at me and smiles with her deep brown eyes, i can’t lie to her anymore.

“can i be honest about something Y/N?” i say softly turning over on my side to look at her.

she turns over to her side so we’re facing each other “i mean you just took my virginity so you can say anything matt” she smiles

“good cause i ain’t never did this before…” i smile softly hopelessly panicking on the inside scared she might get mad.

she smiles at me softly and kisses my lips and i smile into her lips.

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A/N pt 2 SO HERES THIS!!! LEMME KNOW HOW YALL LIKE IT! tysm to @ribread03 FOR HELPING ME OUT ON THIS ONE! ENJOY!!!

[devilander]

I don't know your rules so I hope this is ok.

Homelander being bored one day and finding boxes full of your old things that your parents kept and he can't pass up on an opportunity to learn more snoop about you. He finds old teddy bears/ drawings/ pictures. Ya know, the typical nick knacks that a proud parent thinks they might be useful someday. It mads him a bit sad that he missed out on so many 'just being a kid' moments but he is enjoying the glimpses that he finds when he sees you in your little league uniform or you soaking wet with a big grin on your face at some waterpark.

You eventually find him all surrounded by memories and see the glassy look in his eyes, you just can't help but crawl in his lap and comfort him. You talk about some of the stuff you guys find, laughing at some. You tell him you promise to make as many happy memories for Ryan and by extension him in the future.

Again, sorry if this is not what you were looking for. Please ignore this or DM me if you want something specific. My brain worms are always a wigglin'.

You finally agreed to move in with Homelander a few months ago. More of a formality, since you already lived in his penthouse most of the time. Yet your parents were so delighted—it was funny, actually, how enchanted they were with him. Their baby girl with America's hero! And he was a charmer too!

Though you lacked for nothing in his house, your parents kept sending housewarming gifts; just trinkets, silly things. Two pairs of white slippers with red stars in them—that one had warranted a full-blown laugh from both of you.

A blue blanket your father had knitted—that one left Homelander at a loss of words. He stared at it for a moment, then silently put it in the bed.

And the boxes! Four boxes filled with knick-knacks; mementos from your childhood and teenage years you were unsure if it'd make Homelander uncomfortable, so… It's not like you hid them (as if you could hide anything from him, anyway), more put them in the very back of your closet and chose not to speak much of it, only mentioned in passing.

“My parents sent even more stuff! Can you believe it?”

The next day, as you left for work, Homelander decided to snoop. It wasn't even snooping, really. You lived with him, you shared it all. And, c’mon, you were an open book. He could read you in a second, knew each flicker of your eyes, every change of breath, the way you scrunched up your nose unconsciously.

He opened every box, sitting on the floor, surrounded by glimpses of your childhood. A picture of you, in your little league uniform, all smiley and proud. A kind of an ugly drawing of what he supposed was meant to be you and your parents. An enormous, threadbare shark plushie you once said was your favorite thing when you were seven.

It was all so mundane—yet his eyes prickled. This was something he'd never be able to share with you.

So lost in his thoughts, he almost didn't notice you'd already come back, and was walking toward the bedroom.

“Hey, you,” you whispered softly. Your chest contracted painfully when you noticed his glassy eyes. It was an effort not to cry too.

“Hey, babe.” He laughed, but it felt hollow. “Juuuust checking some things you tried hiding from me, missy.” He wiggled his finger in your direction in faux annoyance, but you saw it for what it was.

“Baby…” You crawled towards him, sitting in his lap, touching his cheek. “I didn't want to hide it, I just didn't want to upset you.”

“Why would I be upset?” He snorted, now holding a picture of you when you were thirteen.

You groaned.

“Please laser this right now.”

“Why? You look so… cute.” You tried to snatch it from him, but he wouldn't let it. “Awnnn, look at those buck teeth. You look like a rabbit.” He snickered.

“You mean, mean man!” But you giggled too.

As you found more pictures and drawings, and even one Homelander plushie—that he'd never let you live it down—the mood slowly lightened, and you both laughed as you told him all your embarrassing childhood stories. You knew your parents would tell him all anyway.

After a while, you were just laying down in each other's arms, sharing languid kisses in peaceful quietness.

“You know,” you murmured, fingers caressing his hair. “One day, you'll have all of this too. With me, with Ryan, with our future babies. We'll be the happiest family in the entire world.”

He then held your face so tenderly, eyes glassy again—but those were happy tears, a gentle smile on his face.

“I love you,” he said.

“I love you more.”

[deathblacksmoke]

this modern love | part 1

Pairing: Nick Folio x OFC (Natalia/Nat)

Summary: Nat heard all the stories about Nick long before she ever knew him. Though she tries her best to steer clear, things complicate themselves when she finds herself beginning to fall for him.

Word Count: 1.8K

CW: college au, friends with benefits, friends to lovers, annoying college gossip, p in v sex, mention of f receiving oral sex (content warnings will be updated by chapter)

Author's Note: @caitcoreeeee and an anon requested smutty folio friends to lovers and i went a little overboard. thank you to my dearest sweet baby angels @darksigns-exe and @circle-with-me for their endless support (read: hand-holding) as i navigate through this.

dividers by @saradika-graphics 🩵

title from “this modern love” by bloc party.

She’s heard it all: the whispered half-truths in locker rooms and study groups. They’re all so shameless, exchanging their stories like they’re not even talking about a human being. They make him sound like a blast, a character — it’s almost enough to pique her curiosity about what a night with Nick Folio is really like.

It’s an accident when she stumbles upon him, a chance meeting when she’s on shift driving the campus shuttle. It’s the end of her shift but still early in the night, and he’s the only one needing to be picked up from the bar at 8:30, seemingly still sober. He insists on sitting up front, stealing the aux for the 8 minute drive, and swiping her phone to put in his number. She finds herself dumbfounded when he skips up the steps of his dingy off-campus house moments later, his laugh still echoing in her head.

When she finds herself lying in bed, unable to sleep, she can’t say what it is that makes her dial his number. She’s more surprised than she should be when he arrives not 30 minutes later, snacks and drinks piled high in both arms.

It’s easy with him — easier than she’s ever found it with anyone else. They overlap on so many things, like marching band, though he’s still on the drumline and she gave it up after her junior year of high school. Their love of sports, their taste in music, their favorite silly tv shows. They sit chatting for 3 hours before she notices time passing. It’s so easy with him.

She can’t help herself when he pleads so sweetly to get between her thighs. It’s barely even a question when she tells him of course; his mouth feels so nice on hers that she wants to feel it absolutely everywhere. She decides early on that she’ll let him inside of her another time, probably the moment he asks. Until then, she finishes on his tongue with a garbled groan of his name.

They’re curled up in bed, sleeping on and off, when he gets a frantic call from his roommate: drunk as fuck and lost his keys and no one else is answering their phones. He wavers for a long moment, his gaze shifting to her and back away, and ultimately leaves her with a lingering kiss and a promise to text. Like a gentleman, he does, the moment he arrives back home.

It’s only when she opens Instagram the morning after that she makes the connection — nick_folio has requested to follow you, and he has the same sweet face as the boy who she fell for the night before. She thinks back to all the filthy, overshared, overheard stories she’s heard in the locker room after rugby practice, connects them to the cute and sweet boy from her van and her bed, and she feels her heart sink.

She decides to cut her losses — his follow request goes unaccepted, his good morning text unanswered.

“Nat!”

She’d successfully avoided him for 3 days. She’s only steps away from where she’s going, and could easily pretend not to hear him, take a turn, and lose him. Honestly, there’s a bubbling excitement in her tummy the moment she hears his voice. Even if she wanted to, she wouldn’t be able to keep herself from stopping in her tracks and turning to greet him with a smile.

His jog slowed as he sees that she’s staying put. He stops in front of her, hangs on his sides and winded, and she’s never felt more endeared towards someone in her life. She’s completely fucked.

“You’ve been avoiding me,” he says with a laugh. She can’t decide whether an apology is the correct course of action. Luckily, he doesn’t give her the opportunity to respond. “Come get lunch with me?”

She considers it for a long moment — having lunch with him is the exact opposite of her plan, and she’s missed enough hours of her lecture that another absence will set her further behind than she likes. Just as she’s about to make an excuse, her tummy grumbles, an effect of her skipped breakfast. He smirks. He knows he has her.

“Come on, we can use my dining dollars,” he proposes. It’s a silly offer, considering she has plenty of her own, but she finds herself giving him a shy little grin and accepting his hand anyway.

Completely. Fucked.

She spends the next few weeks wary, but ultimately unable to keep herself away from him. She meets him in the library to study when he asks, they have a standing Tuesday lunch date, countless movie nights, and chats into the early hours of the morning. More often than not, he takes the passenger seat when she’s working a shuttle shift alone.

He’s so smooth with his answers when any of his friends pile into the van and spot him next to her. Every now and again, his words turn her stomach.

“Spending a lot of time with Natalia, aren’t ya, Foli?” they ask, an edge of taunting in her tone that makes her feel sick, less than.

“Of course I am. Nat’s the best,” he responds earnestly and without pause. There’s no room for it to be laughed off or interpreted as sarcasm or teasing. He isn’t ashamed at all, although their jabs have clearly been made with that intent. She can feel her cheeks burning with unease.

The way he looks at her after always soothes her, equips her with a bravery she doesn’t normally possess — the way that even in front of his friends, he’s proud to be seen enjoying her company. He grazes a finger over her forearm and it calms down her kicked up nerves, disappears her uneasy feelings. She’s proud to be seen enjoying his company, too.

It’s almost an accident the first time they sleep together. To his credit, he keeps his hands to himself, never pushing anything. It’s clear he’s waiting for her to make the first move, but she never doubts that he’s still interested.

She can see it in the way he looks at her, the way he seems to go out of his way to make her comfortable. They’re sitting on his bed watching a movie when she feels a chill — his housemates like to keep the AC lower than she likes. It’s almost instinctual when she tucks herself into his side, her head resting on his shoulder. He doesn’t pause before wrapping an arm around her and pulling her closer.

“Do you want me to get you an extra blanket?” he asks, rubbing a hand over her arm and shoulder to warm her up. She feels warm from the inside out, in a way a blanket could never give her. It’s him.

“Is this okay instead?” she responds — in place of a reply, she feels his shoulder move as he nods, pulling her closer again.

She catches the faintest glimpse of him when the movie switches scenes, the screen going black for a moment. He doesn’t seem to be paying attention.

She chances a look at him, lifting her head from his shoulder and meeting his pretty brown eyes, the faintest smile. He doesn’t look away embarrassed, or seem to care that he’s been caught. His smile only grows, and she can’t help it. With a gentle hand on his jaw, she brings his face down to hers, pressing their lips together.

He breathes a sigh of relief into her mouth, turning his body to face her and curving a gentle hand around her waist. She didn’t realize how much she wanted this the whole time, to be close to him like this.

It’s dizzying, the way everything goes at her pace. She isn’t used to it, knowing that she can have everything drawn to a stop at any moment, because nothing is happening without her explicit permission.

There isn’t a second thought in her mind when she lays herself back on the bed, pulling him with her. A buzzing erupts beneath her skin when he wraps her leg around his waist — he’s impossibly close.

“I can’t be in a relationship right now,” she pulls away to say, an impulse she almost immediately regrets, but can’t bring herself to retract. There’s a flash of disappointment over his face, only there for a moment before it disappears.

“This can be whatever you want it to be, Natty,” he says, an earnestness in his gaze and in his tone that twists her stomachs and wracks her with guilt. He doesn’t deserve to be treated this way, but she can’t bring herself to push away what she knows, what she’s heard. She can’t keep away from him, either.

She settles, for both hurting him and having him.

“I want you,” she confesses, her hands moving to his belt, gently tugging. She looks up at him, a chance for him to put a stop to everything, put the distance back between them and end it. “Please, Nicky?”

He only pauses for another moment before leaning back down to capture her lips again, unbuckling his belt and sliding out of his jeans and boxers with an ease that seems practiced. She doesn’t let herself focus on it, only removing her sweats and panties, discarding them somewhere before drawing him back in.

She reaches blindly behind her, fishing around in his nightstand and hoping he’s the responsible type, relieved to feel the foil packet beneath her fingers.

Everything moves so quickly, she barely has time to breathe. Her focus is shot by the finality of crossing this line with him, the realization that they fit together like puzzle pieces when he’s sheathed inside of her.

She hadn’t noticed her tears falling, not until the gentle rock of his hips slows to a stop, his thumb brushing the wetness away from her cheeks.

“You okay, Natty?” he asks, concern lacing his normally cheerful tone. She finds herself nodding, though the tears don’t stop to match her assurance. “Promise? Do you want me to stop?”

She shakes her head immediately, reassuring him with a please don’t stop. She tries to push away her fears, let herself be present in the moment, lose herself to the feeling of him and his scent flooding her senses.

Even as he draws her orgasm from her effortlessly, her anxiety still remains the overtone of everything.

“Are you going to hate me now?” she asks him after, when they’re lying together. She feels rigid, unable to relax into his hold. His hands are unsure, shaky where they settled on her warmed skin.

“I could never hate you, Natty,” Nick responds, a gentle kiss placed to her temple. “Okay? Not ever.”

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i am his .

matt sturniolo x reader

pt 3 of “i’d be an idiot if i said no to that” and “i win” .

warnings - suggestive ? no droogs (boring ik)

y/n and reader realise maybe it ain’t just tension.

—————-

“matt your not even looking”

i say turning my head to look at him giggling , as i’m sat on his lap sideways at his desk .

“i am looking” he whispers lowly , still not looking away from me .

“oh i know your looking , your just not looking at this!!!” i say tapping the paper infront of us .

it’s been around two or three weeks since i hung out with them all and smoked together for the first time . since then i have barley left their apartment . nick and i have gotten so close , chris too .

turns out me and nick had more in common then i initially thought . we both loved melanie martinez , him ,her new stuff and me her old bangers . we also bonded over more personal things and silly things but it’s fair to say we are now attached at the hip . sleepovers . meeting my girl friends . added to group chats and staying up all night talking absolute nonsense and getting deep out of no where.

chris’s issues with him and his girlfriend were worse then we thought . his ramblings from the other night followed into the morning and ended up with us all realising she maybe isn’t the nicest girl . they broke up. this is one of the things that brought us closer . late night seshes talking and listening to music . walks when everyone else falls asleep . him annoying me for half the day .he’s turned into my little brother and i love tm the kid .

matt .

although there are no labels . i am his . not in a toxic way . i am just trilly enamoured with everything this man does . waking up to him smiling down at me . late night drives ending with not so pg moments . his light touches , speaking more then words . the only other language i would ever want to understand . his smile when he sees me and his brothers getting along well . and it’s the same for me . everytime i see his cold mask and attitude drop , everytime i catch him smiling while his brothers talk , everytime a song plays that he likes , watching his shoulders relax and the corner of his mouth twitch , it seems i can physically feel my heart swelling .

so here we are now , in his bedroom after hanging out all day , trying to get him to learn cursive . a silly thing i realised this man could not grasp for the life of him .

“MATT ITS NOT THAT HARD YOU JUST LINK THE LETTERS TOGETHER!!” i jokingly shout through chuckles . grabbing his hand from my thigh and putting the pen in his hand.

“ugh i dont get it !!! it looks stupid bro” he whines out putting his chin on my shoulder and wrapping his free arm around my torso .

“here” i say wrapping my hand around his and moving the pen for him .

Love.

i write it subconsciously and i feel him take his head off my shoulder . i turn my head at the loss of heat to find him staring at me with relaxed and warm features , his eye brows curled upwards and a smile lazily plastered on his face .

“what?” i say tilting my head slightly and shifting my body towards him .

he doesn’t respond and just placed a hand on the side of my face . moving his thumb up and down my cheek looking between my eyes and my lips before leaning in .

we kiss constantly. not being able to stay away from each other . each kiss saying a different thing . “you look good” , “i like your makeup today” “i missed you” “that was really cute” “i need you” . never has it ever said this . the kiss screamed many things . the loudest being “i think im in love with you”

he pulls away first . we both stay silent as turn on his lap and put both my legs over his , sitting face to face . his hands trail down my back to my ass , pushing me forward so our chests are all most touching . i move his hair from his face , admiring the boy in front of me .

i arch my back slightly as i lean in to kiss him again . hands in his hair and on the back of his neck . his hands are on the underside of my thighs lifting up and down at the movement of our make out . his cold fingers getting warmed by my body every time i move downwards on his lap .

he moved his mouth down to my ear , my neck , my collarbones. anything he can reach from this angle . leaving bruises and pink marks in his wake . making my head throw back at the sensation and stealing soft noises from me .

my hand trails underneath his shirt. fingers running down his chest , rising and falling with his deep breaths . he takes his top off with my help before lifting me and not breaking the kiss as he carries me to his bed . holding me up with both arms under my thighs before dropping me down on his bed and kissing down my chest. before making his way back up to my lips and placing a slow peck on them .

“ i want you all the time . i want to be yours and only yours y/n please” he whispers ,leaning on top of me , holding himself up by outstretched arms

“you have me matt .”

he has me.

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[imagine-silk]

I wanna wish my fallout 4 boys for a merry christmas... MERRY CHRISTMAS!!! I LOVE YOU!!! (happy christler to u too iff u celebrate)

》And I love you random citizen. I did have a good Christmas, thank you... but I got sick immediately after. Happy holidays!

[Codsworth] "Sir/Mum, I've hope you like the decor. It's not perfect but as long as we're with loved ones we'll love. Isn't that right?"

Under his cheery attitude he is grieving the loss of the world. It's his first Christmas with you back and he wants the rest of the family. Nate/Nora and young Shaun, along with brothers and sisters, and uncles and cousins. But he forces himself to stay positive. Not focus on 'what was' and focus on 'what is'.

[Danse] "Say the word and I'll be there. Whatever you need."

He's more concerned with helping. Having a huge party was something he's never done. Back in the Brotherhood all holiday affairs were kept under wraps. So in all the new excitement he doesn't really care about the day itself, more like being involved.

[Deacon] "Tell me, [Name], have you been a good boy/girl?"

You will not see him outside any sort of costume the entire night. And he has several lined up. Santa, Rudolph, an elf, scrooge pj's. He's also seen with a drink always in his hand. Whether or not it's the same drink, no one knows.

[Hancock] "I'm probably already on the naughty list so let's just have fun."

The entire town of Good Neighbor is partying like the Santa's actually gonna join them. There's a stupid amount of milk and cookies considering the fact none of them are chemed or spiked. They also have a giant white elephant with all the presents.

[MacCready] "What the hell is Christmas?"

In Little Lamp Light they didn't have the tradition and after leaving he never let himself indulge in it so he never learn what exactly it was. To him it's just a gift exchange. Explaining it to him isn't easy either. A big old man, who wears red, flies all over the world in one night in a sleigh with reindeer delivering presents to all the children. What is a reindeer? How? Why?

[Nick] "Merry Christmas, pal/doll. You deserve a break."

No matter what relationship you have with him, he's going to catch you under the mistletoe to tease you. Especially if he's a sort of mentor to you. He thinks it's cute. Besides that, he makes sure you're relaxing and not worried about anything so you can have a break.

[Preston] "I'm glad we did this. It's nice to see everyone warm."

For him, Christmas is the most stressful holiday, given that it's the coldest and people tend to fight over gifts. But it's still a holiday so it's nice. He's also almost immediately buried in gifts by settlers.

[X6] "Happy holidays."

He doesn't care in any meaningful capacity other than you celebrating, he has enough decency to keep it to himself though. You know he wasn't going to give you a gift so he doesn't. If you get him anything he'll take it and tell you why he likes it as an effort to be nice.

[wyattjohnston]

need a little company - nick blankenburg

summary: morgan hasn't seen nick in years and her strongest memories of him are the crush he had on her in college. when he gets signed to columbus after years apart, morgan realises that maybe she should have given him a chance.

chapter word count: 3.8k

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Morgan made her way to the arena directly from work. She was definitely going to be overdressed but couldn’t imagine she’d be the only one showing up to the game directly from the office. She collected her tickets at will call and was horrified when it came accompanied with a neatly folded jersey. She knew what the number on the back would be without needing to turn it over. Instead of putting it on, she cradled the jersey to her chest as she made her way to her seat.

The person checking her ticket to make sure she was heading to the right seat looked her up and down before pointing her in the right direction, and Morgan only realised why when she walked down the stairs towards a group of impossibly attractive women and some very cute kids.

Nobody seemed to be expecting her, but there were plenty of greetings and waves as she found her seat and sat down with the jersey in her lap still folded.

The woman she was sitting next to shifted to face Morgan, a genuine smile across her face.

“I’m Maggie, Boone’s fiancée.”

Morgan inhaled, trying not to make it obvious that she was intimidated. She hadn’t been prepared to be sitting next to anybody with a connection to the team, much less to have the first introduction be arguably the most important person in the immediate area.

“I’m Morgan; Nick invited me.”

There was a brief pause, a slight head tilt, and then Maggie said, “Oh, I didn’t know Nick had a girlfriend.”

Morgan’s heart kicked against her ribcage, and her grip on the jersey tightened. She said, trying to remain steady, “He doesn’t. That I know of, anyway.”

“Oh.”

“Oh?”

“No, it’s nothing,” Maggie said, shaking her head and smiling again. “Welcome.”

She turned away from Morgan, who was still gripping the jersey tightly. She looked at Maggie’s profile and touched her arm to get her attention again.

“Please tell me what that ‘oh’ was for, or I’m never going to stop thinking about it.”

“The guys aren’t really supposed to invite their…” Maggie’s hesitation was noticeable and yet, when she kept speaking it wasn’t anything that showed she’d thought about her choice of words, “fuck buddies to this section.”

“Well. Nick didn’t. So. He hasn’t done anything wrong.” She knew she sounded petulant and annoyed; she just didn’t want to get Nick in trouble for something that wasn’t true. “We’re just friends.”

Maggie conceded silently with a brief nod and stood before Morgan could speak again—not that she had any intention of continuing the conversation.

She did manage to put the jersey on before the game started, acting normal as she slid it over her head even though her heart rate had definitely skyrocketed as she was doing so. Her heart was largely unimpacted by the game, though, a gruelling 4 goal loss to Carolina for Nick’s return which didn’t leave much room for excitement.

During the intermissions, the section cleared out, leaving Morgan sitting alone. It wasn’t until after the game that one of the other WAGs caught up to her and asked her if she needed help finding the Wives Room—the family room, she clarified when Morgan’s face unintentionally screwed up. She only considered the idea for a few seconds before declining. She had assumed that she would catch up with Nick after the game, but heading to the Wives Room felt very presumptuous. There weren’t even many people left in the section by the end of the game, which would only make her stand out more.

And yet, when she posed the question to Aleksandra—the woman who had stopped her, the wife of Elvis the Goalie—about where she should head to meet Nick, the only answer was the Wives Room.

As they made their way down, the last two stragglers amongst what had been the media and families rushing towards elevators, Aleksandra said quietly and discretely, “Don’t worry about Maggie, okay? And Nick won’t be in any trouble, I’ll make sure of it.”

Still wearing the 77 jersey and not intent on taking it off, Morgan waited to the side of the room and buried her head in her phone. The battery wouldn’t last much longer, and she had no idea how long it would take for Nick to emerge, but her phone dying was a better prospect than trying to have a conversation with a group of people who hadn’t given her the time of day.

Players came and went, though it was nobody Morgan knew, gathering their overtired kids and their equally exhausted wives. Nobody who had wandered over to Nick’s house since their reunion had any reason to collect anybody else.

Morgan wasn’t even sure she should be collected, but Nick told her to wait for him. He had managed to send her a text confirming that the family room was the best place for her to wait, which she was grateful for because she was already there when she’d sought the clarification.

She felt like she was going to be one of the last people remaining with how long Nick was taking, her phone on a very precarious six-percent battery, when he rushed into the room. Flustered, he walked straight towards her, not sparing a glance at anyone else.

“Sorry, sorry,” he said, breathing heavily. “I tried to get out quick and then the trainers wanted to make sure I was feeling alright.”

Morgan stood, dropping her phone into her bag, and let Nick’s hand move to her lower back as he guided her out of the room. She knew Maggie was still somewhere and didn’t want to know what her expression was at the sight.

“Are you?” Morgan asked as they walked through the concrete depths of the arena. “Feeling alright?”

He smiled, big and broad, “I feel great. Wish your first game was a better result, though.”

Morgan couldn’t help but agree out loud—the long-suffering fan in her wasn’t surprised by the loss, but that hadn’t stopped the small well of hope she’d had all day.

Nick’s hand didn’t leave her back until they were nearing his car in the parking garage. She missed it immediately.

Morgan had taken some time to consider what she would say when she spoke to Nick. The tweets had popped up on her timeline unexpectedly because she didn’t get a huge amount of Blue Jackets content, just the occasional post about Nick—it just so happened that the tweets she got that day about Nick were not as happy as they usually were.

She was feeling pretty level-headed when she called him after confirming he was free to talk, having reconciled that she was calling him as a concerned friend and nothing more.

“How was PT?” Nick asked instead of greeting Morgan when he answered. It was expected.

Her words fell out of her mouth before she could stop them, abandoning her attempts at being cool. “Should I be asking you that?”

“It’s nothing, Mo.” His bristling was easily conjured in her mind.

“So, the cast is a fashion statement?”

“Do you have a Google alert for me? How do you even know about that?”

“It was on Twitter,” she snapped defensively. “I know I don’t, like, have any right to know or whatever, but would you have told me? Before you got home?”

“I was going to tell you tonight. Say that we’re injury buddies again.”

“But I’m trying to get better. You’re apparently actively falling apart.”

“It’s just a sprain. It doesn’t look like I’ll play tomorrow, but maybe against Washington on Tuesday. Definitely after the break.”

After the break was two weeks away, Morgan knew that much. Enough time to make sure he didn’t aggravate whatever he’d done to it, at least, even if it made it sound a lot worse than he was making out.

Morgan stretched out on her couch, her phone on speaker beside her head, and answered questions Nick had about her PT appointment. There weren’t a lot of answers, not so soon, but she answered what she could and tried not to resent the PT for the digging he’d done around her knee. He’d tried to be gentle, but that didn’t stop it from aching.

“You can know whatever you want to know.”

Morgan’s brow pulled together as she tried to link Nick’s words together.

“What?”

“You said you don’t have the right but—I really was going to tell you. You can always ask. I know all about your knee.”

“Your family’s paying for that.”

“You wouldn’t tell me about it if they weren’t?”

And she would, was the thing. Her chest lightened, still, at Nick’s assurance.

Despite having just taken time off to rehab a broken ankle, the ten-day All-Star Break seemed to be impossible for Nick to manage.

He had, somehow, called Morgan even more often than normal, including one memorable day where he was grocery shopping and wanted to discuss the merits of broccoli versus broccolini. When Morgan told him she didn’t have any strong opinions on either, he invited her for dinner for the express purpose of a taste test.

The scattering of his teammates was the obvious reason he was losing his mind—even during the ankle rehab he’d been in and out of the arena to see the medical staff. All Star break meant no training, no practice and a very lonely Nick.

“You could have gone somewhere,” Morgan reminded him when he lamented about all the fun, warm weather activities he was seeing on Instagram and in the group chat.

He knew that, though, and had expressed regret that he hadn’t. Morgan ignored the half-teasing comments that followed–he wasn’t so sad about not leaving Ohio because it meant he got to spend even more time with her.

It was those sorts of things that had her heart beating wildly, thundering against her chest in an otherwise quiet room.

“I have an idea,” he said, unprompted, towards the end of the break.

“Okay?”

“In a couple weeks the team has a charity thing—the CannonBall—and I think you should come with me.”

Morgan froze where she was sitting on the couch, her body half turned.

“That’s, like, a gala?”

“Yeah. I mean, there’s a lot of denim being talked about, so it’s not black tie or anything but yeah.”

“And you want me to go?” she clarified. “With you?”

In the month since Morgan went to Nationwide to watch Nick play, no word had been uttered about her conversation with Maggie. Morgan hadn’t brought it up for fear that Nick would realise their relationship had verged out of platonic just enough for other people to ask questions. Nick didn’t mention it, presumably because Aleksandra had made sure he’d not find out.

“I can’t guarantee it’ll be fun, but you can hang out with the guys, maybe meet some of their girls. Taylah’s all the way out in Washington, and you don’t seem to do a lot that’ll help you make friends.”

Morgan’s eyebrow twitched at the accusation that she had no friends. At least not outside of Nick. And Kent. She would count Kent. It may have been true; she just didn’t need it laid out so plainly.

“Do I have to dress up?”

Nick perked up after having sunk a little at her eyebrow twitch. He pulled out his phone, saying he would find the email with the dress code. He’d been telling the truth when he said it wasn’t black tie, but she’d still have to find a dress and probably something denim to go with it if she couldn’t just find a navy-blue dress to wear.

Sadly, as a thought crossed her mind, Morgan said, “I won’t be able to wear my favourite heels.”

“You can be taller than me,” Nick said without pause. “I don’t mind. Think it’s kind of hot, to be honest.”

Morgan froze again, not a single breath leaving or entering her body as she met Nick’s eyes. He wasn’t embarrassed—he never was—and he didn’t appear to be second guessing what he’d said, just held eye contact without flinching.

“I—” Morgan inhaled. “I meant because of my knee but, um, that’s good to know.”

Nick broke their eye contact, just to look a little to the left of her head. His cheeks turned an impossible shade of red and, flustered, he cleared his throat.

“Right, yeah. No. Course.”

The Uber dropped them off at Morgan’s door, Nick adamant that he could walk back to his place, so only the one was necessary. Just like when he’d walked to hers so they could arrive together. The whole evening to that point had already felt like it was meant to be a date, Morgan hesitated at her front door while Nick waited at the bottom of the small staircase for her to get inside safely. He was watching her curiously, clearly moments away from asking if she was alright, probably to ask if she’d locked herself out, and Morgan let an intrusive thought win the battle in her head.

“Is there a reason you haven’t kissed me yet?”

Nick froze, Morgan was sure she could see the exact moment his brain short-circuited. She held back from saying anything, even if the slight shake in her hands would have been fixed by some nervous talking.

“What?” he asked, his voice thick, when his brain came back online. Partially, anyway.

“I don’t know… Sometimes it really feels like you will, but you never do, and I want to know if there’s a reason you haven’t.”

“Last time I told you I liked you didn’t go so well for me.”

“A lot has changed since then.” Morgan inhaled, shaky and nervous. “It’ll go better this time.”

Neither of them moved for a moment and Morgan was sure that was the end, that Nick wasn’t going to do anything with what she’d told him, and he would leave her on her doorstep, rejected and worried for the future of their friendship.

She was bringing herself to turn around, to walk inside and leave him standing on her doorstep when everything changed.

Nick cleared her small, three step staircase in one step, and Morgan held her breath as the space between them disappeared. The hand on her jaw was devastating enough; his mouth against hers was everything she’d wished it would be.

Her back was pressed up against the front door, her hands fisted tightly in the lapels of his coat as if he’d pull away the second she let go, and there were breathy moans coming from one of them. Both of them.

Her moans became a gasp when Nick managed to push his knee between her thighs—her dress was too long and in the way for it to feel as good as she wanted, and yet it was so close that she pulled him closer in a desperate attempt for more friction.

“Nick,” she gasped, reaching behind her with one hand so she could open her front door. The other hand didn’t leave his coat as she tried to pull him inside.

He didn’t move. His feet were firmly planted on the ground, and only his fingertips were brushing her jaw Morgan had moved so far away. She stepped back towards him, trying to pull him in for another kiss only to be stopped with a gentle hand on the side of her neck.

“Mo, I—Fuck. I have to go. I want to do this right and—”

“Don’t leave,” Morgan practically begged, her fist tightening even more, and she took another step closer. “You don’t have to.”

“Morgan, please,” Nick begged back, listing forward ever so slightly with his eyes drawn to her lips.

There was no mistaking that he would stay if she closed the gap. If she asked him again his resolve would crumble. She couldn’t bring herself to.

She relaxed her hand, flattening the new wrinkles and creases as best she could before she took a step back and inhaled a few steadying breaths.

“Call me in the morning? So, we can do this right?”

“Yeah. I’m sorry—I—”

“You’re making it a lot harder to let you leave. Go.”

Nick followed Morgan’s order swiftly, one nod, another small lilt forward before he was spinning around and slamming the door shut behind him.

Cold air had filled the doorway, and Morgan rushed to get inside to the proper warmth of her house. She kicked her flats off just inside the door as she simultaneously removed and hung up her coat. The skirt of her dress was still getting in the way, even without Nick around, and she knew she had to be rid of it as soon as possible.

Before she’d even reached her bedroom, the zipper was undone, and the straps were falling down her shoulders. She was already thinking about the comfiest t-shirt she owned, and any underwear that wasn’t the thong she was wearing.

It was why her entire body deflated when the doorbell rang. Entirely uncaring about her state, she trudged back to the front door to peek through the window with no intention of opening it for anyone.

Only.

Nick was standing on the other side, visibly bouncing and vibrating. Morgan had only just opened the door when he was inside, pressing her up against the wall and finishing what he’d started.

Whilst Morgan hadn’t woken up smiling, she certainly hadn’t stopped since Nick kissed the back of her shoulder and rolled out of bed, promising he wouldn’t be long. Morgan couldn’t contain her smile, and all she could think to do was bury her head under the covers and shake her head to release some of her excited energy.

“Hiding from me?” Nick asked, only a split second before he raised the covers. He was also smiling, and it got impossibly bigger when he saw her smiling up at him.

He was back in bed beside her, facing each other just as they had done many times before except there was nothing stopping her from brushing her fingertips across his cheekbones and feeling the shudder through his body that was pressed against hers.

“I’m so happy,” she admitted, breathless and carefree. “Maybe we should talk about it first, but I’m—you make me so happy.”

“I really wanted to do this right,” he told her dejectedly. “I don’t—I didn’t want it to be sex first.”

“Was it, though? I—it kind of feels like we’ve been dating since the first time I showed up at your house. Doesn’t it?”

His eyes moved rapidly, three months of memories seemingly flashing through his mind immediately. Morgan was thinking about them, too.

Nick’s hand gently reached out to touch hers, linking their fingers and resting them on his chest directly above his rapidly beating heart.

“This is what my chest feels like every time I think about you.”

She moved their hands over her own heart to show him that hers did, too.

Upon hearing that Nick’s family would fly out to California for the Blue Jacket’s road trip, Morgan had briefly toyed with the idea of joining them. Nick had asked if she wanted to join them, and then offered to pay for her costs, but Morgan couldn’t justify asking for the time off work. Nor could she justify crashing a family event so soon after she and Nick got together.

She ignored Nick’s comments about how she had been fine crashing Christmas.

Despite speaking with Nick every day, Morgan had yet to speak to him when he was with his family. It wasn’t intentional, just time zones making things incredibly difficult.

Which is why it took her by surprise when Nick FaceTimed her and asked if she wanted to meet Thomas Bordeleau before she was able to say anything at all.

“It’s nice to finally meet Nick’s stalker,” Thom said with the cockiest grin Morgan had ever seen on a human being. “Didn’t think he’d be the first one to get one. Thought for sure it’d be OP.”

“I didn’t realise that what I was doing was weird,” Morgan said defensively, inadvertently looking around the phone to see if she could get Nick’s attention. “I know now, but it’s way past the point of being relevant.”

Nick was the only one she felt the need to justify herself to; she hoped he hadn’t let Thom run away with the phone.

“Some fangirl out there is real fucking jealous of you for stalking your way into a relationship.”

“Yeah, alright,” Nick cut in before the line of conversation continued. “I asked if you wanted to meet her, not harass her.”

“Nice to meet you,” Thom continued, still with his cocky grin. “Heard a lot about you at UMich. Too much probably given you were long gone when I started. He’s been in love with you for years. Maybe he was the stalker all along.”

“You think you’re revealing secrets,” Morgan laughed, “but I know all about it.”

The ensuing conversation about Nick at college was enough for Morgan to drop her guard. Nick remained in the shot instead of letting Thom take up the entire frame, so Morgan felt comfortable enough to get swept up in it.

When it was clear the conversation was running out, Nick left Thom’s side and asked for a minute alone with Morgan. She waited patiently for him to be far enough away from Thom to say what he couldn’t in front of his friend, curious the entire time.

“Can I tell my family that we’re together?”

“You told Thom before you told your family?” Morgan asked, amused.

“We were talking about you, and it just kind of came out,” he told her, embarrassed. “I can’t believe I haven’t spilled it to my mom, yet. All she wants to talk about is you.”

Morgan’s heart swelled. “Nick, you can tell whoever you want. I’d love for your family to know.”

“Whole world?”

“If you want to tell the whole world, then I do, too.”

Nick called her later that night to tell her that he hadn’t told the whole world but had told his family. He had quoted his mom’s comments, and Morgan was in absolute disbelief.

“Your mom did not tell you that I can do better than you. There’s no way.”

“She told me that you could have any man you wanted, and they’d be lucky to have you and that I should be very happy you chose me.”

“Don’t tell your mom I said this,” Morgan whispered conspiratorially, “but she’s delusional.”

Nick’s laughter filled her ears, and his smile filled her screen.

It was unbearably cheesy to think, let alone say, but she truly did not believe it was Nick who was the lucky one.

[star-trekkin-across-theuniverse]

Request thing: Steve Roger + "you're so cute" "what did you just say?" "I said you look like a boot"

(Omif there are others feel free to ignore mines cause I am just being greedy now)

There aren't others. Pretty sure there's only 4 of you out there reading me anymore :D

word count: 1951

@bolontiku @rampant-salamander @castiels-sunflowers @feelmyroarrrr __________

Steve Rogers irritated the shit out of you. From the moment Nick Fury thought you should babysit him, he’d just been annoying in all his ‘Gee Golly Ma’am’ goodness and earnest honesty and, well, and he just annoyed you. Sure, he was handsome, and his physique left not a single area needing improvement. And yes, his dry sense of humour and quick way with words made most people just fall into the Captain America fan club without questioning the price of admission. But you couldn’t. You’d been stung before. There was no way someone who looked like the whole package wasn’t hiding something.

You were parked at your desk, cursing a major snarl in traffic that had caused you to skip picking up a coffee. There was a cute barista at the coffee shop by your apartment and you’d been working your way up to asking his name, but missing a single day had made your courage evaporate. You dug through your drawer, but had apparently run out of pods for the office keurig. Digging into your purse, you pulled out a few bills and made your way to the coffee shop on the main floor. 

Smothering a yawn, you made your order and tried to pay. The young woman behind the counter shook her head and tilted it to where the drinks were coming up. “He paid for you, ma’am.” You followed her gaze over and cringed. Of course, it was goddamn Steve. 

“Thanks,” you grumbled as you approached him. He smiled.

“My pleasure, Agent,” he nodded. After a brief pause, he continued, “You’re a tough nut to crack, you know. I’m never quite sure what you think of all this.” He gestured around vaguely.

“I’m really into coffee. So this is okay,” you replied, deliberately being difficult. He frowned, and then sighed.

“I kind of meant what you think about this.” Again, the gesture was vague, but he included himself, and pointed obviously above you both, where the offices were. 

“Does it matter? It pays well, I have great health insurance and a not-shitty 401K. It’s not exactly what I went to university for, but every day is different, and I’ve met some pretty interesting people,” you shrugged.

“Interesting way to look at it.” There was a soft, humble chuckle that escaped him and just made you even more irritated. You closed your eyes to avoid rolling them. Your name was called, and you opened your eyes, took your coffee and smiled blandly at him.

“Thanks for the joe, Steve,” you nodded again, and made your way back to your office.

__________

“I don’t want to go,” you protested to your handler. He sighed and glared at you.

“Look, your specialized knowledge of the era and the subject means that -”

“No, I get it. Really, I do. But what you’re asking me to do is straight-up psychological manipulation, which is not what I’m here for. I’m here because I have extensive specialized knowledge about the era and -”

“Your PhD is on the impact of the loss of Sgt. Barnes on the Howling Commandos and Steve. You have immense knowledge about Barnes, and about his friendship with Steve. If anyone is going to be able to work with Captain Rogers on the deprogramming of Barnes, it’s you. Whether or not you want to go, you are going.” Nick Fury had entered the room and interrupted you.

“But -” you started. Fury silenced you with a glare. You sighed and pursed your lips.

“You’re the only agent I’ve ever had complain about being assigned to work with Rogers,” he started. “Care to explain?”

“It has nothing to do with him, sir,” you lied. Fury raised his eyebrow, clearly not believing you.

“Figure it out. You two are wheels-up in an hour.”

__________

You leaned back in the quinjet hold and closed your eyes, trying to imagine Steve Rogers was not sitting across from you, staring daggers at you. 

“I have to ask, Agent. What did I do that was so offensive? Was it the coffee? I know a lot of dames, er, women, don’t like it when men do that anymore,” he broke the silence.

“Not at all, I very much appreciated the coffee,” you replied, keeping your tone light. You were very well aware that your issue was with you, and not actually with him. You’d been mulling it over since he’d bought the damn coffee. All you could come up with was that you were behaving like a child with a crush. You couldn’t accept that you liked him, so you chose to dislike him instead.

“Did I say or do something at some other time?”

“Not at all,” you shook your head.

“Captain Rogers, we’re about to land,” the pilot interrupted. “Based on scans you have approximately three minutes once off the jet to find cover. There’s frequent patrols of the area by Hydra agents, and no real way to keep this bird off the radar.”

“We’ll finish this chat later,” Steve promised.

Once off the jet, you followed him into the forest to find cover. Just as the pilot had warned, it was not long after you deplaned that a patrol came by, and Steve tackled you into the underbrush. You pushed at him feebly, opening your mouth to protest, and he slapped his hand across your mouth, nodding to the west, where the crunch of leaves betrayed the patrol’s presence. Your eyes widened and you quit moving. When you were clear of danger, he rolled off you.

“Some warning would have been nice,” you whispered as you picked pine needles and moss out of your hair.

“Yeah, that sounds like a great plan,” he hissed back. “Hey goons, we’re over here!”

“I’m sure your super-soldiery brain could have figured out a way to give me a heads up before you tackled me,” you snapped back. 

“Ingrate,” he muttered, loudly enough that you could hear him.

“Jackass,” you retorted. His eyebrow raised.

“Watch your language,” he warned.

“Because it might offend the hydra goon squad?” You asked.

“You know, dames didn’t used to talk like that.” His tone was tight. You rolled your eyes.

“I’d like to remind you, I’m an agent first, an expert in history second and a dame third, you fucking cro-magnon,” you spat. “Also, this isn’t my first rodeo, Cap. I’ve been on surveillance missions before. I also saw the patrol.”

Steve glared at you and shook his head. “Instead of arguing about the finer points of your genetic composition, do you think you can drop your hate for the rest of the mission? If Bucky’s here, I’d like to find him. And Fury assured me, you’re the agent for the job if we do.”

“Is that an order, Cap?” You asked. He looked away, and drew in a deep, steadying breath.

“Yes, agent, I believe it is,” he snapped.

__________

You’d been unsuccessful. You’d managed to infiltrate the base, but the cells were all empty. The base had just recently been cleared out, and there was enough equipment left behind that you felt confident it was where Sgt. Barnes had been held, at some point. On your way to the extraction point, you saw muzzle-flash and moved faster than you thought possible to knock Steve out of the way. A blinding pain struck you in the midsection and Steve turned around to watch you fall to the ground, a silent scream on your lips. The look of combined annoyance and fear on his face was the last thing you remembered seeing before blackness took you.

When you came to, it was so bright you blinked and lifted your hand to cover your eyes, pressing them shut again. There was an overpowering smell of antiseptic and an IV tethered to your right hand. A monitor beeped systematically and you realized it was a heart monitor when it matched pace with the thumping in your head. You were parched, and when you tried to push yourself to sit, a gentle hand landed on your chest, pressing you back into the mattress.

“Stay put. There’s a remote here, I’ll lift your head,” a gentle male voice rumbled. Your head slowly lifted and you tried opening your eyes again, just a little. Through your lashes, you saw Steve pouring you a glass of water. He held it out to you. “Just sips.”

It was cool against your lips, and you sucked in a couple of little chips of ice to suck on. 

“Thanks,” you breathed. “What happened?”

“We didn’t find Bucky,” he started. “We were headed to the quinjet and you decided to play hero and jumped in front of a bullet.”

“You’re welcome,” you coughed. He raised the bed a little higher. Your eyes finally adapted to the bright light of the infirmary and you looked at him. He was still in his uniform, was wearing a fair amount of your blood and looked angry.

“What kind of idiotic idea was that, anyhow?” He demanded. Your ears rang at the heightened volume of his voice. You flinched in pain.

“I saw the muzzle flash and just moved,” you replied. 

“A bullet wound to the shoulder would barely slow me down,” he snapped. “Instead you took one to the lung and required a few hours of surgery.”

“Sorry that I was such a huge inconvenience to you,” you managed. “Maybe you should make it clear to Fury that you don’t want to partner with me again.”

“Maybe if you didn’t have such a huge goddamn chip on your shoulder, we would have worked better together,” he retorted. You gestured to yourself, in your blue hospital gown, and IV tubing.

“I’m pretty sure the wound is right here,” you gestured to the dressing on your side, “if you’re like to really get a few good kicks in while I’m down.”

He stood up and flipped his chair over before walking to the far wall and slamming his fist against it. “What the hell did I do? Why do you hate me?” You flinched away from his angry tone.

“I don’t, I don’t hate you, Cap, I just -”

“Bullshit,” he interrupted.

“Now who has a foul mouth?” You snapped. “I don’t hate you, Cap. I don’t. I just don’t know how to act around you and it makes me guarded and defensive, I guess.” You took another small sip of water.

“Because I’m somehow your enemy?” He asked. You could feel your cheeks heating in embarrassment and glanced up at the IV bag. It was pain medication. Go for it, you thought, at least you had plausible deniability due to the intoxicating effects of the medication.

“It’s just that you’re so cute, and you’re kind, and you’re so genuine, and you smell good and -”

“What did you just say?” He interrupted, pulling the chair back to the beside and sitting in it. He took your hand between his and looked at you intently. You’d said too much and felt the panic of admitting all of that hit you as he stared at you.

“Uh, I said you look like a boot and I’m pretty sure you’re out of your mind, and you smell like swine and -”

“That’s not what you said,” he laughed and squeezed your hand.

“I’m pretty sure I did,” you averted your gaze from his. He cupped your cheek in one of his hands and turned you back to face him. “I like you too.”

“Oh.”

“Get some rest. I’m going to get a shower so I stop smelling like swine, and I’ll be back.”

“Okay,” you nodded. He tucked your hand under the cover, smoothed your hair away and dropped a kiss on your forehead.

[cowboywritersworld]

Do you write for Nick Wayne? If so could you do a cute fluff story of him x fem reader? Maybe like she comforts him after losing the trios titles at All In?

If this isn't something you wanna do I completely understand! Or if you can think of something else cute about him feel free to write that instead

Thank you ☺️

I'm here for you

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Characters: Nick Wayne, Reader

Prompt: Reader comforts him after the loss of the Trios Tag Team Titles.

06. Cuddles from Flufftober 2024 by @thepenultimateword

Divider by @sydneys-graphics

"Good luck out there, Nick. Love you."

You and him haven't been dating since long, but you simply love him too much. As much as you would love to be out there for his match, you are not allowed, so you'll just lurk around on some crates while watching.

You kiss him sweetly on the lips, smiling.

"I love you too, Y/N. This kiss will bring me luck."

He cups your cheeks and kisses you, before having to go, when their music hits. You look at the match and are sad when Pac gets the titles, but you stand up and wait eagerly at the tunnels for your boyfriend to get back.

You look at Christian, who is the first to get there, before your look goes to Nick.

"I'm gonna take care of him."

You say, receiving just a nod from the chief of the Patriarchy. When Nick has everything with him, you drive back to your shared hotel room; the silence is heavy, but you know what goes through his mind.

Hand in hand you go into it and you make him sit at the edge of the bed, standing in front of him.

"It's not your fault, Nick. No one will blame you for this loss." You sit in his lap and hug him, him sighing while burying his head in your long hair.

"I know, but it stings. I wanted to keep those titles for more time." He sighs, lifting his head up, as you leave some kisses on his neck.

"We'll, we have the night for ourselves, so I say we go out, enjoy ourselves and when we are back in the States, you can focus back on that." You smile, passing a hand on his muscular chest. "Maybe a step to the London Eye. I heard it's pretty. If you are not too tired, of course."

"I am never too tired to get out on a little date, babe."

You both stand up and change quickly, getting out in the London evening, finding the London Eye pretty quickly.

"Woah, it's really huge."

Given how late it was, you were the only one still wanting to go for a last ride. You took his hand in yours and sat next to him in the cabin, resting your head on his chest.

"This evening is just for us and I can't thank you enough, babe."

He lifts your chin up and kisses you, taking a photo right when you get to the highest point. The lights are stunning and you wish you could stay there like that forever. You take more photos and keep laughing, until you are finally back at the hotel.

"I hope it helped you even just a bit. Sweet dreams, sweetheart." You peck him on the lips and lay your head on his chest, falling asleep thanks to his heartbeat.

[lilmissfanfic]

The end..

(Please don’t take my work. Readers +18. WARNING child loss mentioned)

Reader has settled happily with Oswald, but also having a past with the one and only Jeremiah Valeska. Now she needs to officially end things with Jeremiah before going out her husband.

(Y/n POV)

I rode in my limo to pick up my one and only. The doors open as I saw the press sorrond him

"Mr. Cobblepot, What's the first thing you'll do as a free man?"

"I shall lay flowers on the grave of my beloved mother with my beautiful loving wife by my side" my husband said

"what is Jim Gordans role in your recocilnation? do you seek revenge?

"the best revenge against Jim Gordon will be a life serving the city I love, by the people I love" he smiled then stopped when he notice something across the street.

I looked over and saw two men looking at him. He asked one of the press something and I looked back over at the two men.

Oswald got in the car with one of the press0 members. They sat across from me on the back side.

"hello Mr. Cobblepot" I said

"Hello, Mrs. Cobblepot. You looking quite beautiful as always." I blushed,, he smiled then he folded his hat. He wore the suit I sent him, A glass spectcal over his blue eye. He looked terrific in my eyes. He looked kinda hot. Enspecally when he yelled at the Press guy to switch coats and take his jacket. The man then left the car as I laughed.

"oh pengy, I fall in love with you everyday." I smiled

"I love you too, my little birdy" He smiled

"driver, to our next destination. I have an erron to run but after that I'm all yours" I smirked as the car began

,"you better" I laughed as he leaned towards me and smashed his lips onto mine but I quickly pulled away

"don't tease" he groweld kissing me again making me giggle.

When we got to the location I broke away from Oswald as he pout

"stay out of trouble while im gone" I said as I booped his nose

"no promises" He smiled as I laughed then kissed him goodbye

"turn around i won't ask again" Barbra said pointing the gun at the women

I hid behide the wall of the old bar well as I saw the once love of my life, 

"surprise" he said behide her. She went hit him but he doge her and pushed her into Ecco who had a knife to her throat.

"easy it's just a surprise party, for you Barbra Keen, in line Queen of Gotham, Buissness Tyson, how exciting. But their was another you. I seem to recall. Wasen't their? Then again thier was another me too. Oh so hard to hold on to what's real. It's enough to drive you mad." he laughed

All of sudden, Barbra daughter ran before I could stop her over throwing a glass where Barbra hit to the flower and turned the knife to Ecco making her stab herself. But Jeremiah shot Barbra in the leg. as the little girl hit him

"cute.. She has your eyes, for now." He picked up the little girl who was still kicking away. He notice Ecco covering her wond

"oh I..I think she nicked me daddy... I.. oh boy" she sighed

"oh dear me, my sweet nongogal, my ecco. Their will be none like you" he smiled

"really?" she smiled. I loaded my gun and shot her. she smiled as she bled out through her mouth and fell onto the floor."

"but she was never you" he said and turned to look at me

"let them go, Jeremiah" I pointed the gun at him

"oh my dearest treasure, look at you, such a big girl" he said hitting the gun against Barbra

"How I missed you, What do you say we play a little game, like old times? Hmm?"

"Barbra, James Gordon will be at your apartment at this second and I want you to deliver a message. okay. okay? okay."

"and what about me?" I asked playing fake hurt

"like always, by my side. My partner in crime, my lover, my dearest treasure. My wife" he laughed

"Hate to break it to you but not anymore, puddin" I said and he laughed

"oh come on, y/n/n. Don't be fussy. Come back to your Daddy, Where you belong, In my arms." He held out his arms but I stood my ground. He began to slowly walk towards me.

"so did we ever did have our baby?" he asked

"no" I said sternly

"No? oh" he said dissapointed

"I lost him... his name was Xander Mark Valaska, after my father.. and his father" Jeremiah stood their

"he was beautiful... Even had your eyes and smile before he passed" I said almost in tears

"Hmm well half to try again later" he shrugged "enough sappy stuff, come on we have work to do" he said emotionless

"hello comssioner, were waiting, the party waiting. But its well pass the princess bed time. It's funny being back here. I can still feel my flesh sizzleing like it melted away. you think so?"

I was tied up to the fence while the little girl hung down on a rope helfd by Jeremiah above the acids,

"Barbra. Miss Mayor, everythings going to be fine" Jim said

"Oh whatever Jim" i rolled my eyes

"personally i think things are far away from fine they can possibly be, Barbra lee. What do I know, I just spent the last ten years in the funny farm." he giggled

"What do you want Jeremiah."

"is thier a Jeremiah here?" 

"so what do I call you" I pulled out my blade and began sawing the rope

"uh.. I don't know call me jack- no that sound right. Joseph, John, Jay, I don't know. I just feel something new here, crawling from the oozing to be something beautiful."

"how long have you been pretending to be brain damage?"

"how long have you been pretending to joke? I know your not pretending- That's far enough James. uh tututu

"you still haven't told me. why? why keep pretending?"

"I was waiting for him to come home. were bond together he and I. One thing I knew for certin, the one thing I knew was true. And I couldn't just abound us.  do you know how it feels to have the one. the only thing you love. ripped away from you. It feels like this" he let go of the rope.

"no!" Jim caught it in time but then Jeremiah stabbed him as he laughed

"doesn't it funny it was. but i'll admit it was fun planning the fun codmissoner." suddenly metal boomerang swung over hitting him

"who's thier? what do you want? show yourself! show yourself!" Jeremiah looked up in shocked. 

"you.." he began laughing till another boomerang hit him in the hand. He laughed eximaning. I got my ropes undone and punched Jere in the face. Gordon pulled her up the girl up

"it's okay" he told her

"get her out of here!" I said as Jeremiah began to come back. He began laughing once more as he sat up

"Go!" I yelled and they did. 

"I did it, I created the Dark Kni-" I kicked him in the gut

"oooh my dearest treasure, easy on daddy their, you wouldn't want to hurt me now would you?" he laughed

"I'm done playing your games. I want to end this once and for all" I said pointing the gun at him.  He just smiled as I held the gun. The once of my love, the father of my lost child, my ex-husband, and my childhood best friend.

"you wouldn't dare, you don't have the guts, why do I even bother" he grumbled taking the gun then pointing it at me

"I know slick fella with a cheap suit and cheaper grin telling me what to do! Ever Again! we had mad love once upon a time, But NOW that's OVER MR J" I said. he stepped back in shocked and I kneed im in the gut, climbing over his shoulder and gebbing a pole to turn him. then hopped down behinde him then kicked him in to the acids

"I am the Queen of Gotham, and I don't need no man" I groweld through my teeth. I saw something drop their the edge infrount of me

"good to see ya" I smiled. We looked at the acid then he disseaper and I ran away 

Oswalds POV

Ed was shoved in the car next to me

"Edward Nygma, it is very good to see you

"Oswald, I thought you were behide this 

"i'm not but I thought you might need some help and what else are friends for" he laughed "you look well"

"you too, a little thicker in the middle" he laughed "Damn it's good to see you Oswald"

Suddenly something fell on the car and the driver crashed it. We walked out the car I couldn't believe my eyes

Y/n POV

I ran down the street where cops piled up. Then I saw hung from a light post was my dearest husband and the riddler. They bickered and disress noises as I began to chuckle

"Miss Mayor, Do you want them to come down" Foxy said as I laughed. they both looked at me

"In a little while, I'm enjoying this" I laughed

"a little to much don't you think?" Ed yelled

"keep it up and you'll be up thier for the night" I laughed

"little birdy please!" Oswld begged

"Ozzy, your fine up their and I'll be here when you come down. Maybe.." I laughed

"Do Not Tease!" he threw a little tantrum making me laugh even more

"alright alright, get em down" I said 

As soon as they were down, Oswald stood up and kissed me

"thank you, baby birdy" he said holding me tight till we heard someone clear their throat. We turned our attention to Ed

"I just wanted to say thanks and It's good to see you both" He smiled. Oswald smiled and hugged him in a friendly way then he turned to me.

"it's good to see you too Ed" I smiled and hugged him

"and hey if you need a chief in staff-"

"we'll see" I laughed

"well goodnight" he said and walked away. Our other limo pulled up and Oswald wrapped his arm around my waist as we began walking

"I guess this is our happy ending" I sighed

"my love, this is only the begining" we smiled as he kissed me pationatly

[mangora]

I feel like my Disventure Camp tier list that I posted recently didn’t properly represent my feelings about the characters so here’s my full list of character opinions:

Gen 1:

Miriam: AUGH I love Miriam so much. Watching her learn to open up and love life again was fantastic, she deserved to win so much. I love how lively and sassy she still is, best written old lady character ever I’m so serious.

Fiore: Evil child, iconic as fuck. Her gimmick is so unique and weirdly genius, like I haven’t really seen a character like her before. I also love how she clearly has a bit of a soft side but doesn’t want to, like the episode where she voted out Alec and so clearly felt regret but just pushed it down? Aughh she cares abt him so much he’s literally her dad. I can’t wait to see the writers explore her more sympathetic character traits.

Ellie: ELLIE!! Hot take I love Ellie, she’s such a realistic antagonist. Great representation of how capitalism causes people to betray their morals. Ik she got mean but honestly I get it, she was under a lot of stress and now feels like she can’t back down again or else things will go back to how they were.

Alec: He’s sooo awesome, great addition from the S1 beta, he’s so funny and I just love smart characters and his relationship with his son & ex-wife makes me so sad. Like he’s a villain but his motive in S1 at least was good-natured even if it shows how much knowledge he lacks when it comes to relationships and how underprepared he was to have a family.

Jake: Ik everyone finds him annoying but Jake is my favorite, no contest. He’s just so tragic to me, he’s clearly trying to control his impulses but it’s so hard, he just loves so deeply and keeps losing because of it. He’s like trapped in a cycle of love and loss it’s awesome. Also pathetic men on top. Can’t wait for him to get worse.

Tom: S1 Tom was so awesome, he was so like sweet. He was just trying his best to come out of his shell and kept losing things because of it. It’s about the ever-present theme of loss pervading Disventure Camp season one. In S3 though he’s kinda…eh so far. Idk I don’t like how avoidant and snippy he’s being with Jake, even though Jake did kind of screw him over. Feel like all he’s done is be annoyed. Also WHY IS HE A COP that was so tragic I can’t believe they did that to him.

Grett: I like Grett in theory but in canon her arc felt weirdly rushed? I wish we’d seen her more human traits earlier in there season and I wish she’d come to terms with her family’s lack of love for her more gradually. She’s not bad I just feel like her arc played out oddly. Can’t wait to see more of her in S3 though.

Gabby: Gabby’s fun but I feel like she’s kind of just there to work into other characters’ stories, like Ellie’s and Tom’s. I hope we get to see her being more independent and that we learn more about her past. Also the portrayal of her mental health issues in S1 was kinda iffy imo? But I’m not psychotic or bipolar so I don’t think my opinion on it is super relevant. I did like her standing up to Grett and her brief friendship with Dan though.

Dan: Dan’s okay, I don’t think he has much going on but he was a good straight-man for the group. I’m still sad about his and Gabby’s falling out. Also asexual realness.

Ashley: Ashley’s a bit goofy but she’s fun and she’s cute and her friendship with Jake is really awesome. I love how much she cares for her friends and family.

Lill: LILL omg she deserved so much better. Idk what it is about her I just love her a lot, she’s so patient and kind and I’m a sucker for characters who care about children. She just wanted to keep the peace but peace was not an option. Wish she’d gone feral.

Nick: I don’t get the appeal of Nick. Annoying rich white boy, I know like 100 of those, you’re not special. He’s such an asshole and not in an endearing way. Idk there’s just nothing I really like about him, boring and rude without a cause, he sucks.

Drew: He’s okay, cute little fella, I felt bad for him when he went home. He’s not that intriguing to me but I like him.

Will: Basically the same as Drew. He was sweet and I felt bad for him but didn’t care much for him. Maybe it would be fun if he came back and we saw him overcome his fears a bit and make friends, I think he had potential but overall wasn’t very important to the story.

Trevor: He’s so silly dude I can’t with him. Poor little meow meow

Derek: Idgaf he’s like kinda funny I guess. Watching him with Trevor makes me feel like I’m hanging out with a friend and their annoying boyfriend came along and I have to tolerate him.

Jensen: Not much of a character tbh. He’s okay. Never really think about him.

Gen 2:

James: JAMES James James James I love James dude he’s so awesome. His arc was so fun to watch, I love characters who start selfish and learn over time to care for others. Perfectly paced, also he’s kinda funny. Perfect morally gray character; he wasn’t malicious like Yul but did what he did to get by. Also his arc paralleled with Riya’s corruption arc? Perfect. Easy one of my faves from Gen 2. Also hot take but I really like his voice it fits him so well.

Riya: Riya is such a good villain, I never expected her to be an antagonist but I loved it. Watching her desperately trying to hold on to friendships but ultimately losing everything in her pursuit of fame and adoration? Augh. Tragedy. And she’s not evil deep down it’s just, yk, girlhood, she needs to feel appreciated and loved after being ignored her whole life. She’s so awesome.

Aiden: Aiden’s okay, he’s nice, but honestly I don’t think he has much of a character by himself. He was kind of just an accessory to James imo and people like him because his design is cool. Is that too mean. Idk but I hope they do more with him in S3, if his arc is becoming more independent then I guess they set up his dependence issues well in S2? I like that he’s trans, that’s neat. I just find him a bit boring.

Hunter: Hunter’s also kind of boring imo, his interactions with Tess in S2 made me mildly uncomfortable and I think he floated a lot and the way he acts in S3 lowkey pisses me off a lot like why are you so mean for no reason. But I think he could be good. His love of games and strategy could’ve been expressed better but it’s a cool concept. He’s honestly a mid character in canon but something about him draws me in and I don’t even know what. Secret version of him in my brain that I can’t even describe.

Rosa María: ROSA she’s so cute and sweet and I love how much she loves her daughter and her friends, she even helps Riya after she got her out. Usually I gravitate towards more flawed or tragic characters but she’s just so awesome, she’s someone who’s overcome a lot of hardship with a good attitude and that’s just so lovely and refreshing. I wish she’d been in All Stars, miss that woman.

Ally: Ally’s another character who’s just kind of okay. She’s like packet ramen to me: has a lot of good elements (sad backstory, anger/jealousy issues, close gal pal, chicken bullion packet) and overall delightful but you’d probably pick something else to eat if you could afford it or if you had the energy/time. I hope they do more with her in later S3 episodes because rn she’d kinda just Hunter’s girlfriend who deserves better. I miss her and Tess’ friendship/relationship.

Karol: I adore Karol she’s so good. Ik she was bitchy but honestly I get her. She trusted someone for once and was betrayed by them and all she wants is to get revenge and hang out with her animals. I wish we got to see more of her and see her actually form a friendship with someone. I think about the potential of Karolill every day guys; Karol gets better and Lill gets worse and they live in somewhat-gray nature-loving 40-year-old lesbian bliss.

Lake: Watching Lake break away from her parents was so comforting and fantastic, seeing her gain confidence and make friends was wonderful. Another great arc, she was wonderful and deserved to make the final three imo.

Tess: Tess started kind of rough but I grew to like her a lot, I’m glad she found happiness and started recovering and pursuing her dreams. She’s just pleasant, her friendship with Ally especially was awesome. Watching her realize that she wasn’t unwanted or a burden was heartwarming as fuck. She just wants friends guys. Buddies even.

Yul: I’m sorry, ik Yul is very popular, but I cannot stand him. The racism is bad first of all, ik it’s meant to show how much of an asshole he is but I just think it was unnecessary and not treated with enough brevity. He has no interesting relationships. His motive being pure selfishness is boring and infuriating. He’s ridiculously cruel and unfunny while doing it, there’s nothing about him that I find interesting or entertaining. I usually love villain characters but he’s just so lacking. Imo the best villain characters don’t need to be redeemable, but they need to either have some understandable human qualities or need to be fun to watch, and Yul’s neither to me. He just doesn’t fit with the rest of the antagonists either, who do bad things but are shades of gray. You can like him and I’m glad he’s at least being portrayed as a villain rather than a redeemed-without-redemption-arc character (ex: Snape from the transphobic wizard books) but I just do not enjoy him whatsoever and if I were to rewrite him to my own tastes I’d be essentially overhauling his entire character. Some villains should be hatable as people but he’s hatable as a character to me.

Maggy: Maggy standing up for herself was awesome and I’m glad she found happiness but I don’t think about her much. She’s okay.

Connor: Connor’s another delightful person, his arc was succinct but well-executed, and I love seeing him be so optimistic with people even when they don’t deserve it. Truly a saint. Lovely man.

Kai: Kaiii I wish they’d done more with him. He’s so chill and funny, and even though him snapping at Yul was goofy and could’ve had better lead-up I think it’s good that it happened eventually. I wish we’d seen him stay slightly longer and become more assertive. Awesome little man.

Oliver: Oliver’s…okay. His “ah, natives!!” comment still pisses me off and idk why the writers did that since he’s not meant to be a shitty person like Yul is? Aside from that though I think it was nice seeing him learn to stand up for himself and sort of befriend Kristal.

Kristal: Kristal’s so interesting to me, she’s really funny too. Seeing her become crueler and crueler and then desperately trying to change herself to not be like her father was pretty fun. I think it’s pretty realistic, you don’t see many redemption(?) arcs where the character struggles this hard to combat their negative qualities and I like that about her.

Marcus: He’s…fine. Not much to him. I like his design.

Nina: She’s kinda annoying ngl but she’s a little funny, her playing Jigsaw in that one episode was great. She and Fiore should start a podcast.

Other:

Emily: Not many thoughts about her yet. She’s slaying. Kinda Blaineley adjacent.

Jared (S1 Beta): Fuck ass haircut.

[themculibrary]

Football AU Masterlist

Almost Boyfriends (ao3) - IronDadStan steve/tony, bucky/clint, rhodey/natasha G, 22k

Summary: Tony moved from California to New York his junior year of high school, where he started attending SHEILD high school in Brooklyn. He made amazing friendships his first day that would bloom into life long friendships. While Tony was a small, nerdy guy who kept to himself - everyone liked him and he never really had any enemies - well, there was one. The person in school he hated and who seemed to feel the same about him. Stupid, tall, handsome Steve Rogers.

Breaking the mould (ao3) - Jessymessy101 steve/tony, clint/pepper, steve/natasha T, 27k

Summary: Tony has been bullied his whole high school career and for the most part, he had become used to the daily beatings.

What will happen when the most popular guy at school and captain of the football team suddenly wants to be his friend?

Can Tony just forget the years of misery or is the blue-eyed captain the exception to the rule? that all jocks are bullies

Bucky Barnes: Newly Dread (ao3) - Christina786 steve/bucky, clint/natasha N/R, 17k

Summary: When Bucky Barnes wakes up after a rough night in Vegas, he gets the surprise of his life. And could everybody please stop calling him Barnes-Rogers?

Captain (of the football team) Steve Rogers (ao3) - Rionaa steve/tony G, 966

Summary: "You just wait until my boyfriend gets here..." Tony muttered.

Rumlow laughed, loud and derisive. "Oh yeah? What's a namby pamby sissy faggot going to do about it, huh?"

cute quaterbacks (ao3) - haveufoundwhaturlookingfor steve/tony T, 1k

Summary: Steve and Bucky grew up as childhood best friends and are now roommates in college. Bucky dares Steve to bring a date to one of his upcoming football games after Steve suggests he could date anyone he wanted to. Enter Tony Stark.

dorks (ao3) - arielf17 steve/bucky N/R, 2k

Summary: Steve is a football player. Bucky is in the marching band. They used to be best friends.

Friday Night Lights (ao3) - beezyland steve/natasha T, 276k

Summary: Coming off a heartbreaking loss their previous season, the Lieber High Avengers, led by ex-military first year head coach Nick Fury, need all the help they can get when the next football season brings teenage drama and heartbreaking injuries.

AKA A Friday Night Lights AU where Natasha is the coach’s daughter and Steve is big enough to be a linebacker, but only wants to play quarterback, a position secured by Bucky, his football machine of a best friend destined to play college ball. Well, at least, before the accident.

High School Romance (ao3) - TheSopherfly bucky/tony T, 7k

Summary: Football captain Bucky Barnes asks math and science whiz Tony Stark on a date. Tony thinks it's a joke at first, but it's not long before Tony starts to fall hard and fast... that is, until Tony discovers that Bucky asked him out on a bet.

I know you get me, so I let my walls come down (ao3) - DesertRainFrog steve/tony G, 15k

Summary: Falling in love with your flatmate isn't something Tony had planned when he enters college. But the first lesson he learns is: You can't plan love.

Rebels With A Heart (ao3) - BlackUnicorn steve/bucky N/R, 7k

Summary: Steven Grant Rogers. The Epitome of Trouble. A skinny punk with a different hair colour every other week, permanently bruised knuckles, and a mouth to give any sailor a run for his money. Steve was angry, crass, unapologetic. He was whatever he wanted to be.

James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes. The Charmer. Champion of the football team, wet dream of every female being on campus. Smart and pretty and popular.

run and hide (ao3) - starksrhodey rhodey/tony T, 10k

Summary: Tony may or may not have a crush on football captain James Rhodes.

Or, Tony is extremely insecure, Pepper knows best, Steve likes to bake, Bucky loves red heads, and Rhodey keeps trying to talk to Tony.

Strong Safety (ao3) - queenmab_scherzo steve/bucky M, 23k

Summary: Steve and Bucky figure out how to play in the NFL and how to live 800 miles apart.

Targeting (ao3) - queenmab_scherzo steve/bucky, clint/natasha E, 149k

Summary: Steve and Bucky end up playing for rival college football teams.

we got bad in common (ao3) - LolitaBlue steve/bucky E, 41k

Summary: "You better be quiet if you don't want anyone to hear us," Steve cautioned. "Wouldn't want everyone knowing your dirty secret."

"Oh, shut up," Bucky panted. "Get a move on and fuck me like you hate me."

"I'm about to."

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AKA I've been manically typing a stucky enemies to lovers high school au...welcome to the bad love!verse

What dreams are made of (ao3) - Just_Bill steve/tony G, 2k

Summary: Steve is the gorgeous and popular quarterback of the college football team. Tony is Tony. Fluff ensues.

[nellie-elizabeth]

Grey's Anatomy: Ready to Run (19x18)

Man, that patient death got to me.

Cons:

The ADHD plot thread still seems pretty weak to me, very after-school special in the way it's being handled. I just wish there had been a more organic, less textbook path for Lucas to learn this about himself. Nick coming up to him after a patient has died to be like "because of your ADHD, you're going to feel this loss really hard" just felt like the epitome of inappropriate to me. Maybe I'm being sensitive because I would personally hate someone being so presumptuous with me about my mental health. I think Grey's is so great at raising awareness for all sorts of topics, and it's cool to have two main characters on the show with ADHD who can represent that perspective. Conceptually, I'm all for this. I just think the execution is very weak and feels very... rote, and unmotivated. Nick is still super boring so I don't care about his and Lucas's burgeoning mentor/mentee connection.

I actually think Jo and the patient with all the broken bones have cute vibes, and I thought it was interesting that she felt the need to confirm that Link was her "roommate" there at the end. But... I still find the Link/Jo romance plot just kind of tedious all around. I'm not looking forward to him being weird and jealous and hurting Jo's feelings, etc. It's already annoying to me.

And another note on Nick: his hemming and hawing about the Fox Award nomination just makes him more irritating to me. I can't believe we're going to get Meredith back for an episode and it's going to be all about Nick's hurt feelings. Yeesh. Get it together, Nick.

Pros:

Ray's death hit hard. Despite not really connecting with the way they're doing the ADHD plot line, I did think Lucas had a strong week. He convinces a patient to get a surgery that might save his life, only for Ray to die of a ruptured aorta at the hospital. Ray was going to die either way, but the fact that they came so close to being able to help him only to lose him made his death all the more tragic. He had a feeling that he'd die before the age of thirty. Some part of him knew it. It was moving to see Lucas connect with this patient and really hear him about his concerns and his family and all the things he wanted to live for, and then convince him ultimately to get the surgery, which just made it all the more devastating that things didn't work out, and he had to make a tragic phone call to Ray's mother.

Also... he confesses his love to Simone! Gasp! It looks like she's still going through with the wedding, but we'll have to see if she backs out at the last second in true Grey's wedding drama fashion.

Meanwhile, Jules's roommate Max has continuing medical complications as, even as she's getting treatment for her UTI, she suddenly loses her balance and hits her head, causing a brain bleed. Poor Jules is trying to stay on her case, but Bailey puts her foot down as it becomes clear that Jules considers Max family. I like seeing Blue's feelings of tenderness and care for Jules grow, through watching her go through this difficult personal time. I root for them as a couple in the long run, as it seems that Blue is really willing to put in the work to be there for her. I also find Max's bond with Jules to be so sweet! She talks about how her own son is independent and lives far away, and he doesn't really need her anymore. Jules does, though. She needs the mothering and gentleness she didn't have as a kid.

Yasuda's plot thread is about screwing up her courage and making the first move on someone. Her friends tease her about being single after she says that she doesn't like to put herself out there in case of rejection, but eventually, after watching a patient shoot his shot with Jo, she decides to be brave. She goes up to Helm and asks her on a date to Simone's wedding.

But meanwhile, some more good news... Helm is officially coming back to the hospital, as co-chief-resident with Schmitt! Yay! I love what they did with this whole Helm plot thread, how they really stretched it out and took seriously the issues with the residency program and burnout and financial difficulties and all that. I loved that Helm broke the news that she'd gotten promoted to Schmitt's level, and Levi was nothing but excited about it. He rushes around the bar to scoop Helm up in a big hug, and I absolutely loved to see that.

It does cause issues for the Yasuda situation, as Helm is about to become her boss. But, as Helm points out, the wedding technically comes before Helm starts back up at work, so... looks like these two ladies are going on a date! I got an honest giddy smile on my face at this whole scene between them. Yasuda being so brave, and Helm being so quietly pleased. Who knows what the future holds, but I love the idea of these two getting to carve out some happiness for themselves in their busy lives!

And a couple small things: Teddy continues her streak of not pissing me off; maybe being Chief was what she needed all along. Her devastation at the loss of her patient was really moving to me. I like the quiet, efficient way she mentors the residents, too. She's got a lot on her plate but she still takes time to compliment Lucas on his nice work in convincing Ray to get the surgery. Richard is excited about the Catherine Fox award nominations, and frustrated that Nick doesn't want to go to the ceremony, explaining how much it means for the program, and for his wife. Winston is also having mixed feelings because it means sharing the award and the spotlight with Maggie. I'm kind of not interested in Nick and Winston angsting about their failed relationships, but I am sort of excited to see the Catherine Fox award ceremony. (Bailey griping about all her insane medical innovations not getting a nomination was pretty funny. It does seem rather arbitrary.)

And that's that! I can't believe we're already at finale time. I'm having a good time with the new intern characters, they really added new life into the show. I'm excited to continue on with them!

8/10