#it ends in the two of them kissing while april in the back just

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This Week in BL - Meaty Post Since It's All You're Getting for a Bit

Organized, in each category, with ones I'm enjoying most at the top.

*** This blog will be on mini hiatus for most of May 2025. Not dead just busy. You'll be fine without me. Don't burn down this hellsite anymore than normal while I'm away.

April 2025 Week 4

Ongoing Series - Thai

My Stubborn (Sun iQIYI) ep 1-2 of 10 - Mflow's latest high heat office romance involves best friend's younger brother, boss meets intern, bit of a love triangle, GL crumbs, and few other tropes.

It's... raunchy.  And it's giving me Deep Night vibrations. So to speak. Similarly cringe but still fun to have on our screen. I don't mind a "teach me daddy" trope. The leads are serving up BossNoeul in LITA and the other pairs seem decent too. It’s messy gay but it’s low stakes high melodrama soap opera messy gay so I guess I'm okay with that style. Shall we call this "sloppy gay"?

I'm not mad about it.  

The BangkokBoy (Thai Sat Gaga) ep 1 of 12 - Action, crime, and revenge meets gangs, street fights, mafia, and more. Oh my. Intriguing premise. Not a bad beginning in terms of acting and family strife set-up. The terrible dubbing is sending me. The terrible fight scenes are sending me even further. They better give us some BL within the next two episodes or I don’t know if I can take this level try-hard.

Sweet Tooth Good Dentist (Fri iQIYI) ep 5 of 12 - I am so happy to have Jimmy back on my screen. I can’t even tell you. No additional thoughts, only Jimmy in glasses.

Top Form (Thurs WeTV) ep 6 of 10 - this time I reminded myself going in that this is based on Japanese IP. But I still couldn't take it. I fast-forwarded through most of this ep. I knew it was coming but I still couldn’t stomach it.

Akin better get everything tested. And some counseling.

Boys in Love (Sun iQIYI ) ep 1-2 of 12 - Our only true high school BL from GMMTV this year and it's fresh faces for the youths and old favs for the teachers. I want to like this (and be surprised by it) as much as My School President in 2023 but so far that is definitely not the case. I do love the teachers (shocker) and I like the sides but I’m not sold on the main couple. With a kiss already in ep 2 the pacing is off. If this were Japan I would 't be worried, but this is GMMTV messing with the formula and that could be rough for all of us.

Side note... how does Papong look so daddy in Not Me and do damn ingenue here? Best chameleon in GMMTV's stable? I think so. 

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

Heesu in Class 2 (Korea Fri Viki) eps 9-10 end - omg they are ridiculously cute dancing round each other. Please just kiss! Bah, this did take too long to resolve. I was worried about that.

The people (aka me) want more BL in our BL! Rah rah rah.

I also wanted more Heesu advising others and less of the hets hetting about the place. Sad we got not kiss but also no time to develop it.

Conclusion

What started out with a great core concept (KBL version of Sex Education) rather lost its way getting mired in the slowest of slow burns which effectively turned the BL storyline into a sub plot for multiple het dramas should have just added flavor. The acting was sweet all round, and sincere, and the lead character of Heesu very engaging. There was even some chemistry with his love interest, rare from Korea. The extra length (so rare in KBL) turned out to be just enough for them to hang themselves with. Should we be shocked that Korea didn't have enough faith in the queer romance thread? No, but I had hoped for better. This was almost great but missed the mark by simply not being gay enough. 7/10 

I will add the handling of the coming out sequence was... deft.

I think I need to go rewatch Light On Me.

Business as Usual (Korea Thurs Viki) Ep 4 of 6 - Gah this is so sad. They like each other so much and made such stupid mistakes! i guess Jin Hwan won't let it stick? Honestly I'm kinda glad this is a short one.

Something Is Not Right (Korea Weds Viki) ep 2 of 8 - The library scene made me laugh.  Every single on of them is such a drama queen. It's awfully angsty but i like it. 

Fight for You (Taiwan Fri Gaga) ep 6 of 12 - Oh this is getting kinda good. That fantasy was lovely. The rest of the story is rough. But the chemistry is great.

Exclusive Love (Taiwan Fri Gaga) ep 12 end - Pretty much just a wrap up episode with lots of sex and a double wedding (never a good idea). But all of it was very pretty. 

Summary 

Taiwan gave us this weird premise of funeral home + mafia + secrets, yet somehow no excitement or real tension because they then slapped it with a pathetic excuse for a plot. Everybody in it was pretty, but the chemistry really wasn’t what I’ve grown to expect from Taiwan. The suits were nice, i guess? Ultimately, given the initial concept, this is remarkably forgettable. 6/10 

It's airing but......

Sashes and Hearts (Pinoy YT) 13 eps - Philippines is doing Drop Dead Gorgeous only all gay boys queening their asses off. Doesn't interest me, not sure if it's BL.

Last Meal Universe (Thai ????) 8 eps - An alien who has come to destroy earth instead falls in love with Thai food and then the Thai boy who cooks it - realistic, actually. I got a link to watch but it still wouldn't work for me, so I guess I'm waiting to see what happens.

Lost in the Woods (Weds Gaga) 7 eps - Not my thing, dropped at ep 2.

Secret Ghost (Thai Sat Viu) ?? eps - The trailer dropped and it looks so bad.

My Golden Blood (Weds iQIYI) 12 eps - dropped at ep 5. Recent thought process as follows: Oh, I think I would have loved this if it were OffGun.

What a thing for me to think.

Still, I'm not wrong.

The Rewatch BLigade!

Jazz for 2. I wasn't sure about this when it aired and I'm still not sure about it. I think I like it. But how much do I like it?

Cherry Magic Thailand. Still very enjoyable but there are more slow and lagging episodes than I remember. Lots of fast forwarding through the slow bits. But TayNew still deliver like only they can. Now I kinda wanna do a Deep Blue Kiss rewatch.

Wandee Goodday. I fast forwarded through everything that wasn't YakDee on screen together. Solid choice. I love them so much, and I suspect they might be the healthiest sexual relationship we have ever seen depicted in a BL. (On Viki these days)

Unintentional Love Story. Yeah a regular rewatch for me. I put it on to check something, and then just ended up running through the whole series. Will I ever recover from Gongchan's eyes? Not in this lifetime.

Your Sky. Yeah I finished the 3 ep special and then immediately rewatched the whole darn show. This is my 3rd or 4th time. I love it, totally my type of so bad it's good, so sweet it hurts, BL pulp. I don't ask for much from my BL. This show gave me exactly that much and no more.

Mr X & I - Us Against The World. One of those obscure shorts I love, this one from China pre 2016 crack down. Yep. Still love.

I'll be doing a ton of rewatching over the next month because of all my travel. Wish me luck!

Next Week Looks Like This:

Coming in May

5/2 Pit Babe The Series 2 (Thai Fri iQIYI) 13 eps - More conspiracy and struggles and past coming out to play but even less omegaverse.

5/3 The Next Prince (Thai Sat iQIYI) 14 eps - Hotly anticipated 3 yr production featuring ZeeNewNu in a fantasy/historical set in a palace where Zee plays a knight and Nu a prince fighting for his right it inherit. Plus Jimmy with a new partner. Should be pretty and hot if nothing else.

5/16 Knockout (Thai Fri WeTV ) 12 eps - A low quality less fun/funny version of Wandee Goodday?

5/19 I Promise I Will Come Back (Thai Mon WeTV) 10 eps - A Thai Taiwanese colab. Stars two Thai actors and Taiwanese identical twins from H3. However the lead and co-producer Tontae is actually a very good actor, so this could be good unless it's oen of those mostly intended to be a tourism advert for the Thai countryside. We shall see!

5/16 My Sweetheart Jom (Thai Fri YouTube) 12 eps - I admit I wasn't sold on this one from the trailer but Saint is back and I'm disposed to be intrigued by the kind of script that would pull hm in. But it is certainly not my kind of script.

May? Season of Love in Shimane AKA Ai no Kisetsu: The Season of Love (Thai) - Sequel to Kiseki Chapter 2 which I intensely disliked, must we?

May ? Sweetheart Service (Korea Gaga) - Strongberry is back with a fake dating trope?! After being pressured by his family to get married, Min U proposes to Yu Ha to pretend to be his fiancé. As they spend time together, feelings begin to develop between them.

2025 Line Up

BL Announced for 2025 - PART 1

BL Announced for 2025 - PART 2

20 BLs Announced for 2025 That I'm Really Excited About

GMMTV 2025 Line Up - My Totally Biased and Wildly Flawed Feels

THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENT

Lap sit kiss teaching sesh with this boy you kinda hate who is now also kinda your boss... sure, why not?

(last week)

The tag BLigade: @doorajar @solitaryandwandering @my-rose-tinted-glasses @babymbbatinygirl @babymbbatinygirl @isisanna-blog @mmastertheone @pickletrip @aliceisathome @urikawa-miyuki @tokillamonger @sunflower-positiiivity @rocketturtle4 @blglplus @anythinggoesintheshire @everlightly @renafire @mestizashinrin @bl-bam-beyond @small-dark-and-delicious @saezurumurmurs

[weregreatatcrime]

hrm. thank you manic episode, for going on two weeks now and making me wanna not only start a new fic but make it be about Donnie being a girl who is actually just gender envy crushing on April 

(and so is Casey)

[ivyues]

Love Bites: Stray Kids' reactions to their S/O scolding them for having left a hickey

Bang Chan

You stood in front of the mirror, inspecting the angry purple mark blooming across your collarbone.

"Christopher Bahng!"

He jolted upright from the bed, hair a mess, eyes half-lidded with sleep. "Huh? What did I do now?"

You crossed your arms. "This!" You pointed to your neck. "Do you know how many meetings I have today? I can’t wear a turtleneck! It’s April!"

He blinked, then giggled. "Oh… yeah… I might’ve gotten a little carried away."

"A little?"

He got up, wrapped his arms around you from behind, chin resting on your shoulder. “I’m really sorry, babe. I didn’t mean for it to be that bad.”

You tilted your head slightly towards him, your reflection catching the both of you. “Next time, at least leave it lower.”

He raised an eyebrow, mouth curling into that smug little smile you knew too well. “How much… lower?” he asked, smirking.

You rolled your eyes, trying to hold back a grin. “Don’t push your luck.”

He chuckled, kissing your bare shoulder as he tried to pull you back to bed to cuddle. “Too late.”

Lee Know

You caught your reflection in the microwave door while reheating breakfast. “Minho. What the hell.”

He didn’t even look up from his cereal. “What?”

You turned your head. “You marked me. On my neck. On the left side. My most visible side.”

He blinked once, chewing. “Oh. Right. I did do that.”

You stared at him. “That’s it?”

He shrugged. “You were moaning. Seemed like a good idea.”

Your jaw dropped. “You’re unbelievable.”

He finally looked at you, a slow smirk forming. “You didn’t complain last night.”

You groaned. “Well, I am complaining now. I’m going to have to wear a scarf.”

He stood and walked over, pressing a kiss next to the mark. “Then think of me every time you sweat in that scarf.”

You smacked his chest. “That’s not cute!”

“Sure it is,” he said, smug. “You’re mine. Now everyone knows it.”

You blushed, despite yourself.

Then he leaned in, brushing your hair aside and beginning to nibble at your neck again.

You shoved him off with a flustered squeak. “Minho!”

He grinned, unbothered. “The damage’s already done. Might as well add another one.”

Changbin

“Binnie”

You pulled your hoodie zipper up to your chin and glared at your reflection. The giant hickey peeking just above the fabric was already turning a deep purple, impossible to ignore.

He looked up, blinking. “Y-yeah?”

You tilted your head, exposing the hickey. “This! This war crime you left on my neck.”

His eyes widened. “Oh my god—babe, I swear I didn’t mean to leave it that bad.”

“You bit me like I was the last meal on earth.”

He stood quickly, hands raised in surrender. “I got too into it. I’m sorry! You looked— I mean…” His eyes flicked to the bruise again and he bit his lip.

You narrowed your eyes. “Don’t say it.”

“You… look kinda hot with it,” he said sheepishly.

You groaned. “Binnie…”

He pulled you into a hug, voice soft against your hair. “I’m really sorry, okay? I just really like you and my brain goes mushy at night.”

You exhaled. “Just leave them where I can hide them, okay?”

He nodded, then whispered, “Thighs are still on the table, right?”

You smacked his chest. “CHANGBIN!”

Hyunjin

You stood in front of the mirror, dabbing concealer over the dark mark blooming on your collarbone.

"Hyunjin, do you know what this is?" you called out.

He popped his head in, clothes still messy from sleep, but his eyes lit up when he spotted you. "A masterpiece?"

You turned, giving him your best mock-glare. "It’s a problem! I have an appointment in two hours!"

Hyunjin strolled in, leaned on the doorframe, and grinned. “Then you’ll walk in like a woman who’s very loved.”

You threw a makeup sponge at him. “You’re so smug! I already used three layers of concealer.”

He walked over and kissed your temple. “If it helps, I’ll buy you the most high-end concealer on earth.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Or just stop branding me next time?”

He laughed softly, tracing the faint outline with a fingertip. “Come on. Just tell them your boyfriend’s madly in love with you and can't help himself. Romantic, no?”

You groaned, pushing him away with a laugh. "I'm serious!"

He smirked. “So am I.”

Han

You were lounging on the couch, lazily scrolling through your phone when Han walked in, still buzzing from a recent dance practice. He plopped down beside you, grinning ear to ear, completely unaware of the fact that you spent the past hour failing to cover up the hickey on your neck.

“Hey,” you said with a sly smile, turning to face him. “Do you remember last night?”

Han raised an eyebrow, his grin widening as he leaned back, his voice teasing. “Oh, I remember. How could I forget? It was incredible.”

Despite the pinkt tint on your cheeks, you leaned in a little closer. “And do you also remember the part where you got really carried away and left me a giant hickey right here?” You pointed to the side of your neck, just under your jaw.

"Well... no," Han’s face instantly turned red. "But it was so good. Baby, you were just so… distracting."

You crossed your arms. "That's not the point! I’ll have to wear a turtleneck. It’s like 20°C outside!"

"Can’t you just cover it with makeup?" he muttered, looking at you with a pout.

"You think I didn’t try that? I could give you one and then you can try as well."

His eyes widened in a panic. "No! You can't! I’d get in trouble! I swear, I’d never hear the end of it."

You smirked. "Sounds like a you problem."

"Please don't! I'll do anything! I’ll—uh—buy you coffee! Just don't leave a mark on me!"

Felix

You stood in front of the hotel mirror. “Lix…”

He peeked over his coffee cup, immediately going red when he saw the dark hickey blooming on your shoulder.

“Oh my god,” he whispered. “That was me?”

You turned, raising an eyebrow. “Don’t act shocked. You knew what you were doing.”

“I—I didn’t think it would stay like that,” he stammered. “It was… dark.”

“And now I have to check out like this. With the concierge probably judging me.”

He nearly choked on his drink. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to embarrass you!”

You watched as he scrambled over to his toiletry bag, rummaging frantically. “Wait—what are you doing?”

He pulled out a little tube of concealer and a beauty sponge, his ears a furious red. 

You blinked, half-amused, half-impressed as he gently dabbed it onto your shoulder, completely focused, tongue peeking out in concentration.

“I can’t believe you’re trying to makeup over your own crime scene,” you murmured.

He huffed. “Well, if I left it so I can try to help.”

You smirked a little. “Well, maybe next time leave it somewhere I can hide it.”

He looked up. “So you’re not mad?”

You leaned in. “A little. But also flattered.”

Seungmin

You adjusted your hair in the mirror when Seungmin walked into the room, toothbrush still in his mouth.

“You missed a spot,” he said casually, pointing towards your neck with a tilt of his chin.

You looked up, confused. “What—oh. This spot?” 

You pulled your shirt slightly aside to reveal the deep hickey on your collarbone. Another one peeked farther below.

Seungmin’s eyes flicked to the mirror – and for a brief second, his ears turned pink. 

“Might wanna do something about that,” he mumbled around his toothbrush.

You raised an eyebrow.

He spat into the sink and rinsed. “If you want to walk around looking like a scandal, go ahead, but don’t come crying to me if people stare,” he said with a shrug, though his words lacked the usual conviction.

“Are you embarrassed by them?”

“I just don’t like the idea of other people seeing.” His voice softened as he grabbed his hoodie from the chair. “Here.” He tossed it over to you. “You always try to steal them so this is your time... and to not flash everyone.”

You blinked, surprised at his sudden shift. “Really? You're giving me your hoodie for this?”

“Well, I don’t want everyone knowing I did it, okay? It’s... personal.” 

You smiled teasingly. “Fine. I’ll cover up. For my very shy boyfriend.”

He scoffed, then busied himself with grabbing his own jacket. “Just don’t want to make things awkward for you, you know?”

You chuckled under your breath. "Sure. Whatever you say."

I.N

You sat on the edge of I.N’s bed, fidgeting with your hoodie sleeves, your eyes darting nervously to the door.

"I don't know if I can go out like this," you muttered, looking back at him.

He tilted his head. “Why? It’s not that bad.”

You shot him a look. "Not that bad? Chan’s going to see. He’s going to know."

I.N looked up. “Why would he say anything? You look amazing.”

You groaned, tugging your hoodie collar higher over the obvious mark on your neck. “Jeongin, look at this. It’s so… obvious!”

“Yeah,” he said, biting back a smile. “I know.”

You gave him a look. “You’re not even pretending to be sorry.”

“Hey, hyung is not going to judge you. He has probably seen way more embarrassing stuff than this."

"But—"

“I’m serious,” I.N continued. “He might tease me for it, but he knows we’re together. He won’t say anything mean, I promise.”

You took a deep breath, slowly relaxing. "Alright, alright, I guess you're right." You gave him a small smile. 

"Now, let’s go. I’m starving and I’m sure Chan’s too busy to care about something like this."

masterlist

[luveline]

can we get coworker James and reader not getting along despite having obvious feelings for each other and not knowing how to say sorry, so they really awkwardly try to play nice? maybe reader apologising with a kiss

coworker frenemies <3 fem, 1.6k

“It’s the wrong file.” 

“Nope. Open it up properly.” 

You roll James’ rugby stress-ball under your hand. “It’s not, I need the Lang and Co test reports from last year, this is dated from April 14th.” 

“That’s because the fiscal year ended on April 6th. If I send you something from before April, that won’t be last year, it’ll be the year before.” 

“No, we still have a month left in this year,” you argue, “so these are from two years ago.” 

You both turn to Remus. He tenses at the sudden silence, pen paused over blue post it notes. “What?” he asks finally. He doesn’t actually need you to repeat yourselves. “If you need a test report from the last fiscal year to cross check the RAS number, then you need one dated before April. We’re in the current fiscal year right now until April again.” 

“See,” James says. 

“That’s what I said, James.” 

“It is not.” 

You roll your shoulders. It’s what you’d thought you were saying. From the look Remus is giving you, James is the correct one, and you’re too confused about the logistics of things to argue your case. You should say Okay, alright, even apologise for getting wound up, but you hate being wrong when it’s with James, it’s like a flinch reflex. “I shouldn’t even be doing this, you’re supposed to double check this stuff before you send it back to me, the RAS number should be printed at the top,” you say with heat. 

“Open the files properly,” James says, almost spits, apparently more wound up than you’d been. As soon as he says it, all his fire burns out. He bites something back, clears his throat, an unarmed emotion on his face as his gaze dips to his coffee. “The RAS numbers are all in the headers. They’re just hard to see.” 

A few weeks ago his spitting retort would’ve made you laugh, or maybe made you want to hit him with your car, but a few weeks ago you didn’t know what it was like to be on James’ right side. You’re aware now of how it feels to have his hand on your shoulder, his smile pressed to the top of your ear. The idea of not feeling it again fills you with dread. 

“Sorry,” you mutter.

“I’m sorry,” he says back, sounding three times as awkward. “I shouldn’t have such an attitude. I’m just– hungry or something.” 

You don’t really like being snapped at, but James probably didn’t like being reprimanded for something he’d apparently actually done, so… You’re not sure where you go from here. 

Remus breaks the tension for you kindly. “Look, we don’t have to argue about the Lang and Co anything today, because it’s all properly finished. Finish checking the RAS numbers for the rest of them and then I can go over them after dinner.” 

“I doubt you’ll need to,” you say. 

“I know, but if I don’t and something is wrong, I’ll get the flack for it.” Remus rips a sticky note off of the pad and puts it on his monitor. “It’s alright. I’ll just glance at them.” 

You feel properly chastened, then, and retreat into yourself for a while. You hate feeling like this at work, it’s exactly how you felt when you first started. You haven’t been such a hindrance to their working for months. Your accounting team Smiskis attest to your burgeoning friendship with Remus and your more than that with James, each of them exercising. A week ago, James bought you a museum themed one, a little green figurine that pays homage to the Girl with the Pearl Earring. You’d laughed for ages, only bothering to stop when James had kissed you and asked if you were pleased. 

With the kiss or the Smiski is anyone’s guess. Sometimes you think James might like a performance report from you, a job well done sticker or something, but you don’t know if he’s bad or good or mediocre, he’s just James. He annoys you beyond words and he’s the kindest boy you’ve ever met. 

You work in tepid silence until dinner rolls around and Sirius swings by the desks to retrieve Remus. You’re relieved when James turns down their offer to go with them and quickly follow suit. 

“Will you eat with me?” he asks you. 

Which is nicer than pretending you’re eating together out of coincidence. “Uh, yeah.” 

“Are you done?” he asks, nodding at the computer. 

You click off your monitor. 

Together, you retrieve your Tupperware boxes from the fridge and steal the single sofa in the break room by the window. James cracks it open like you like without having to be asked, and you sit on his left side, close enough to touch him. On your best days you’ll eat thigh to thigh, shifting if someone comes in but otherwise comfortable. Today, the inches between you feel like miles. 

You don’t know what to do. You both said sorry, it’s not like you were furious or anything, but maybe James is more annoyed than he’s letting on? 

You try to think of what you can do as he peels his tangerine. The smell is sudden in the air, fresh, a tad sour now they’re out of season. 

“Do you want some?” he asks. 

You hold your hand out for a piece too early, he’s not done peeling, but he hurries and cleans the white strings of pith from the fruit and passes you two slices stuck together. “There, lovely,” he murmurs. 

“Thank you.” 

“You’re welcome.” 

There’s nothing really for it, is there? You eat your tangerine and summon your courage, putting your untouched lunchbox on the table and turning in your seat. James turns to look at you too, locking eyes with you, hands paused in his lap with his own slice of tangerine waiting. “What?” he asks carefully, as though worried you have another bone to pick. 

You should ask if you can kiss him, but you can’t make the words form. Your lips feel sticky, citrus still sharp on your tongue. 

Tentatively, your raise a hand to his face. You feel his skin under your thumb, light stubble grazing your palm. Gentle, you work your fingers around the side of his neck and pull him toward you, raising your chin, but keeping your eyes opened. He doesn’t kiss you —James is eager now he knows he’s allowed yet he won’t cross boundaries, he’s careful with the word yes— but he doesn’t pull away. He lets you guide him to your lips. It’s only when his eyes shutter closed that you close your own, lips a hair’s width apart when you manage to say sorry again. “I shouldn’t have made out like you hadn’t done the RAS numbers,” you whisper. 

“I shouldn’t have snapped at you. You couldn’t have known I’d fixed the Lang and Co one’s already.” 

“I don’t like being mad at you anymore.” 

“Yeah, you do. You just don’t like thinking I’m mad back.” 

Your noses brush. “I don’t… it wasn’t fun for me, James. Us hating each other. You’re not a bad person, but it was quite miserable. I don’t want to go back.” 

“We won’t,” he says, pulling away before your lips can touch. You open your eyes and find him looking right at you. “I didn’t hate you. I didn’t always like you, but I didn’t fully hate you, either, n’ there’s nothing like that to go back to.” 

Being vulnerable is hard. You struggle to find the words. “I’m not saying it’s your fault or anything, I just really don’t want you to not like me again.” 

“I didn’t know you,” he says simply. You’re sure he’s done, but he pulls your hand off of his cheek to hold thoughtlessly to his chest. “And now I do. I can’t not like you anymore.”

“Do you think it’s normal that we still get mad at each other?” 

“Of course it is. Remus and Sirius argue every day, but they always say sorry.” 

You smile weakly. “We did that. Off to a good start.” 

James returns your smile tenfold, grinning as he squeezes your hand. “We’re off to a great start. It’s work that’s the problem, that’s all. Hate the James that’s your coworker and love the James who drives you home, hm?” 

“It’s the coworker one that I ended up really fancying,” you murmur. 

He goes pink with delight. “You fancy me?” 

“You’d hope so.” 

James peers down at your hand and gives it another tender squeezing. “Can I have an apology kiss or something? I felt like it was going that way but I ruined it, and now I’d quite like one.” 

“Can you kiss me?” you ask softly. 

James braces his hand against your shoulder and ducks in to kiss you. Chastely (lest someone see you snogging in the break room and get you written up), but a great kiss all the same. It makes your mouth tingle. It still feels exciting all these kisses later, better when James kisses your cheek and the side of your head in quick succession. 

“I don’t care that we argued,” he says, “I just don’t like how I acted, n’ I love how you look when you’re mad. It’s why I used to wind you up so much.” 

“You still wind me up now.” 

He tips his head to the side. “Exactly.” 

[smutoperator]

Super Whores

(G)I-DLE x Male Reader

Tags: anal, anal creampie, ass eating, ball sucking, (loads of) cum, deepthroating, facesitting, facials, meet & greet, orgy, pussy creampie, reverse gangbang, sex toys, squirting, standing fuck, superpowers, throatpie

Word count: 4746.

Kaohsiung, Taiwan, April 13th, 2024

Another great performance from (G)I-DLE at the Golden Wave festival in Taiwan. The super ladies did it again. Every single time, they never failed to disappoint, and today they may have pulled one of the best in their entire careers. 

You watched their performance from one of the stadium's boxes. Their outfits and sexy moves while performing drove you insane, as you couldn't wait to have the meet and greet with the girls that you were promised.

As the concert ended, you got to the girls backstage, where the meet-and-greet was about to begin. "You girls look like hookers tonight," you told them unfiltered, looking at their black leather outfits that had them showing tons of skin. Soyeon took no offense from it; she rather laughed back. "Just like we intended to," she said. 

"But hey, if we look like hookers, how about you make us act like hookers too?" she continued. Soyeon slapped her fingers, setting up her plan in motion. You couldn't even reply to her, as one of the group's security guards knocked you out. By the time you woke up, the lights of the festival had been replaced by those of a spatious room. You were sitting on your couch with a tape on your mouth when, suddenly, five beautiful faces surrounded you.

"The five hookers right there are ready for you," Soyeon started. The girls had taken off even more of the little clothing they were already wearing at the festival, leaving only their bras, panties and long boots that hard-stomped the wooden floor in the room.

"Holy shit," it was all you could say when Miyeon removed the tape from your mouth. You climbed from the couch and kissed her and Minnie first, as the other girls came around to surround you. Shuhua appeared from behind and ran her hands over your crotch. "He's hard already," she said. Yuqi followed suit just as you kissed her.

Rapidly, the girls took your clothes off, with Minnie tossing your shirt out while Shuhua took your suit off. You could just tell them to keep going, still shocked by these beautiful, horny girls fighting for every inch of your body already.

"Let me see those butts," you told the girls as they knelt on the couch and showed them to you. With two exceptions. Minnie and Soyeon stayed on their feet and kept trying to remove your clothes before you gave their asses a tap and put them on the couch alongside the other girls.

You ran your hands at the girl's butts, enjoying their backsides now only covered by little G-strings. Minnie, on the far left side of the couch, was the first one to have them pulled to the side as you unveiled her pair of tight holes. "Look at this perfect ass," you said, giving her butthole a kiss that made her moan, before diving down and eating it out.

Next in line was Soyeon. You did to her the same you did to Minnie, but adding your thumb rubbing against the leader's meaty clit and giving her cunt a couple lickings. Then you moved to Yuqi, teasing her tight butthole. Shuhua was next, with her making sure to grab your head and dive it against her pussy. For Miyeon, you teased her a bit, playing with her cheeks before diving into her tight anus. "It smells so good; you're truly the perfect princess," you told her.

"Show me those pussies next," you ordered. The girls turned around and took their panties off one by one, with you heliping Yuqi and Shuhua to take theirs off as the girls lifted their legs up to give you a better view of their pink cunts. At first, you alternated between Minnie and Soyeon's naughty slits before running all the way over the couch's extension and landing at Miyeon's tight barbie-esque pussy, running back to the center as you pleased Yuqi and Shuhua at the same time, taking your mouth to please the Chinese slut while your hand ran across the strait right into fingering the Taiwanese's cunt.

The girls picked up some sex toys they had hidden under the couch. Miyeon picked up her anal beads but inserted them in her pussy instead, with you aiding her as the balls slowly disappeared inside her pink hole while you ate them out. Right beside her, Yuqi and Shuhua already had their dildos ready inside their pussies, while Soyeon rubbed her own anal bead against her holes before you got into her and put it in her pussy. Finally, Minnie had a cone-shaped dildo you pulled out of her pussy and inserted right inside her asshole. 

You went back to Soyeon, thrusting her anal bead in and out of her cunt, making her squirt a bit as you also ate her out. Then you moved to Yuqi and took the dildo out of her pussy and let her taste it before shoving the tip of it in her anus, impaling her as you enjoyed the view of the stretched skin around her asshole. You didn't need to go to Shuhua, as she had already shoved hers up her ass before you could even ask.

You gave another kiss to Miyeon's beautiful face and admired the five beautiful ladies on the couch, showing their legs up in the air despite their knee-high boots. You took your clothes fully off, taking some time to worship the super ladies. First, eating Minnie out while shoving her dildo in Soyeon's pussy. Then, taking some time to please Soyeon's cunt.

As you were doing it, Yuqi got out of the couch and started fucking Shuhua with the dildo in her pussy while she was eating the maknae. Seeing it, you ordered the girls to play with each other as they masturbated themselves with their sex toys, and their moans started filling the room. Yuqi led the way as she continued to attack Shuhua's cunt with the dildo and spit all over it, making the Taiwanese girl moan hard.

Soyeon and Minnie, however, had their eyes on a different prize, teaming up to suck your cock while the Chinese girls kept playing on the couch and Miyeon enjoyed herself in a solo fucking. Soyeon was the one who wanted your cock the most, as she was already taking it balls deep in her mouth while you kissed Minnie. "Suck it with her," you told Minnie, who knelt and followed suit. Yuqi soon joined them as you tongue-kissed her and let her have a taste of your shaft. Minnie wanted a second go, but you decided to bring Miyeon to the fold and let her princess face get stuffed full of dick instead.

Minnie soon got another chance after she licked your balls, taking your cock as soon as Miyeon gagged on it. Behind her, Soyeon and Yuqi were making Shuhua's voice crack with moan after moan as the leader took the youngster's perky tits while the Chinese girl got back to her pussy while putting her ass up for you to see. You proceeded to fuck Minnie's face, quickly drawing Miyeon's attention as she opened her mouth to be the next in line.

However, you grabbed Yuqi by her blonde hair and fucked her face instead, going much rougher with the Chinese fuckdoll than you did to Minnie. But Yuqi showed she could fight back and quickly dunked her head deep into your crotch, taking even your balls down her tiny little slutty mouth. It didn't take long for you to fulfill Miyeon's wishes next, pounding the beautiful princess' face.

Soyeon soon appeared on the frame like a good leader, showing she had been a good teacher to her pupils as she deepthroated your full length from the start, almost bringing your cock into cumming before you saved yourself by pulling out of the lion's den. Shuhua finally took her turn, spitting on your dick and bobbing her head hard to prove herself to her unnies, showing she could match them as a super whore.

You lifted Minnie's right leg, slowly putting your cock on her pussy, while assigning Shuhua a task. "Massage my balls while I fuck her," you told the maknae. Minnie took your cock with ease, riding it even with just one leg on the ground while passionately kissing you. Shuhua reached out and rubbed her hands against your balls, with Yuqi coming from behind to spank Minnie's jiggly butt.

As soon as your cock slid out of Minnie's cunt, Shuhua took the opportunity to taste it. "Put it back on," you told her, increasing the pace as the girls gathered around to watch you pound Minnie and wish they were in her place. You didn't need any lube to destroy that Thai slut's cunt, as every time you pulled out a little, another member appeared to dive her mouth right into your cock. Yu and Minnie clung to each other as you whispered dirty words into her ear. "Super lady, more like super whore, right?" you tell her.

Seeing Miyeon come from behind to stick her nasty tongue and rim your asshole, you decide to reward her next. You tease her cute butt a bit, slapping it and telling her to move it. "Shake it for me, baby, if you want that cock deep in your pussy," you say to her. This time, you don't need to lift her leg, as Miyeon does it by herself and lets you slide that hard shaft right into her barbie pussy.

"OHHHHHH," you groan as you quickly find out how tight her insides are. You push hard, trying to break the resistance her walls offer to your cock. To make things even harder for you, Yuqi dives underneath and licks your balls. Miyeon's tight pussy and Yuqi's nasty tongue drive you to the edge as you pound the little princess nonstop. Miyeon proves to be no pushover either, riding your dick to perfection even in just one leg. In the end, you just can't resist for long and blow an early load right in her pussy.

Soyeon is right there to clean your cock and get it hard again, as your jizz slides down Miyeon's walls right into your shaft. Minnie slides under your legs to put heat in your balls as you go for a second try at Miyeon. "Don't blow it early again," Soyeon pokes fun at you. But just a few thrusts tell you that Miyeon's tight pussy will be the death of you, as you just gave up fucking it and laid on the floor.

"I want pussy in my face," you tell the girls as Miyeon sits back on the couch and digs your cum out of her pussy. Minnie volunteers to sit hers on it, while Soyeon is eager to get impaled by your huge dick. As the leader eagerly rides it, the Thai girl pushes your head right into her meaty folds. "Taste it, baby," Minnie orders.

You quickly find out that Soyeon is another dick-riding demon. Her tiny body makes it very easy for her to go really fast. She's such an experienced whore that your dick ends up like a regular challenge to her, just another one for her collection of monster cocks that fulfill her size kink on a daily basis.

Minnie squirts on your face as Soyeon continues to ride that pole, while Miyeon rests on the couch, enjoying her creamed cunt. To the side of your body, Yuqi and Shuhua toy with each other, with the maknae shoving her dildo up Yuqi's asshole and then tasting it. Soyeon shows no signs of stopping, creaming your cock to the fullest, as Yuqi replaces Minnie as the one riding your face. Shuhua soon teams up with you as you move down to taste Yuqi's recently gaped anus, with Shuhua diving into the Chinese fuckdoll's pussycat.

On the other side of your body, Soyeon jumps out of your dick and lets Miyeon take another turn on it. "Make him cum again," she tells the Barbie doll. Miyeon rises to the task, as you feel a sudden increase in the tightness of the walls, clenching your cock as it rubs her walls fully lubed with your cream. You hyperfocus on Yuqi's asshole to prevent Miyeon from succeeding, tonguing it hard while closing your eyes, just like Shuhua is right on top of you. "OH GOD!" you scream just as Miyeon increases the pace of her ride, going relentlesly for the kill, but this time, you manage to survive.

"I need your big ass in my face; please save me from this beautiful demon," you tell Shuhua as you lick your chops and push Yuqi to the side. Shuhua smashes your face with her fat ass as you can barely breathe under it, blowing air from your nose right into her holes, making her moan while doing so. Minnie wants to take your cock again, so Miyeon moves away from her. Now it's you and Yuqi who team up on Shuhua, with you licking the home girl's cunt while Yuqi shoves her middle finger up the maknae's asshole.

"Give me this finger," you beg Yuqi, who obliges. "Dirty and sweaty, isn't it? She worked it a lot during your performance, and I bet she wants to work it even harder on your cock," Yuqi tells you as she shoves more fingers up Shuhua's anus and feeds you again. "Keep going, baby; get addicted to this maknae's tasty asshole," she says.

Just as you were getting more and more of a taste of her, Shuhua leaves you hanging, pulling to the side as you get the full view of a Thai girl destroying the shit out of your dick. But that doesn't last for long, as Miyeon takes her turn to sit on your face. As you lick her pussy, you feel amazed at how you can barely feel the taste of your own cum you just deposited there a few minutes ago. Miyeon's vagina truly smells like flowers and matches her amazing beauty. The tight hole that was once your demise ends up as your saving grace, managing to distract you enough from Yuqi's own tight pussy bouncing hard on your cock.

But soon Miyeon is gone, heading to the couch to finger herself alongside Shuhua, and quickly you go from the nicest pussy in the group to the wildest. Soyeon really prides herself on how messy her pussy is—a mix of countless body fluids that she squirts out at will. And there is no better target than the face of a horny man. As soon as you place your tongue in it, she's already gushing her juices out and coating your face. The action around you is just as wild, with Miyeon fingering herself to orgasm while Shuhua fists herself. But Soyeon always takes the cake. The leader of the super whores rewards the work you put into her nasty cunt with a geyser of squirt right into your mouth, just as your tongue makes her cum with ease.

You wipe your face full of juices and move to the next phase, stacking Minnie's body on top of Yuqi's. On the other side of the couch, Shuhua and Soyeon mirror them. You place Miyeon right between the two, spanking her beautiful, sexy butt as you get back inside Minnie's pussy, who screams as you ram her hard and presses her body against Yuqi's, while Miyeon masturbates herself to the action. Meanwhile, Soyeon is double-stuffing Shuhua with a dildo in her pussy and her fingers inside the maknae's ass.

Minnie can't stop moaning even after you move into Yuqi's pussy right under her, groping the Thai girl's tits while doing so. Yuqi is feeling the burn of your hard thrusts, barely able to keep her legs open as she gets close to cumming. Yuqi craves it, bouncing her tight pussy on your cock even with Minnie on top of her, taking advantage when you get distracted by eating Miyeon's asshole right beside you and riding herself into an orgasm.

You're eager to mix Yuqi's cute juices into Soyeon's nasty ones, moving towards the leader's cunt next and resting your hands on Shuhua's ass that sits on top of her. Shuhua gives you a sexy stare that speaks louder than any words. You quickly turn her butt into the star of the show, spanking it nonstop while you keep pounding Soyeon, then kissing it and worshipping it.

Shuhua's pussy clenches around your tip as you spank her ass again while you start penetrating her. Miyeon reaches out and decides to start a spank train with her slapping your ass while you do the same to Shuhua's. On the other side, Yuqi and Minnie play with each other as the Chinese whore sucks the tits of the Thai slut. Minnie then joins Miyeon on the spanking train as the two girls laugh at you. "You thought you were the only one who knew how to slap a booty? You were wrong," Minnie tells you. And the more the two girls spank you, the harder you attack Shuhua's little pussy, mounting on her like an angry wolf.

Minnie and Miyeon are laughing, but you are ready to end their spanking fun. "Come here, little princess; get on the floor," you tell Miyeon. Instead of her knees getting the soft support from the couch, you're going to give her a pounding against the hard wood with your massive wood. You tease Miyeon's pink pussy in anticipation, but as you're about to get back inside her, you give Miyeon a surprise.

"AHHHHHH FUCKKK!" Miyeon screams as you shove your cock deep in her asshole. She bites Soyeon's legs as her tiny butthole gets stretched out. Soyeon screams, but rather because, simultaneously, Shuhua dives into her pussy. Miyeon moans hard against Soyeon's knees as her boobs bounce at each thurst you give her ass. But little did she know you were going rather easy on her.

"Let's destroy the princess," you say, mounting on top of Miyeon as she ducks her head to the floor. The girls love watching the beautiful visual get absolutely obliterated, especially Minnie and Yuqi, who masturbate themselves to the scene. Miyeon can't stop screaming as your girthy cock proves to be too much for her little asshole, struggling to walk as you finish fucking her and let Yuqi taste her unnie's flower-smelling anus.

Eager to taste her favorite hole among all the members, Yuqi dives deep into your shaft, taking it all the way down her throat until she gags. Minnie and Miyeon watch it as they masturbate themselves using their sex toys. "Oh baby, you take it so deep." You praise Yuqi's deepthroat skills as she wraps her mouth fully around your shaft and makes you almost nut in her throat.

"You fucking crazy bitch, AHHHHHH," you say, pushing Yuqi's head out of your cock. "You're going to milk me dry; I need this tomorrow to fuck my wife," you tell her. "Screw your wife; you have five wives here ready to milk you dry," she tells you. "Fucking whore, I'm going to discipline you," you tell her.

You spank Yuqi's ass and push her to a couch separated from the other girls, taking your cock straight into her ass. Unlike with Miyeon, you give Yuqi no room to breathe, pounding the Chinese fuckdoll hard from the start. Minnie crawls towards you and is the first to get a taste of Yuqi's hole, with you popping out for her to savor as soon as she is within striking distance of your shaft.

"Damn it, what the fuck is this?" you ask yourself as you get back inside Yuqi. It seems like she suddenly got much tighter. The break you gave her allowed her to please her holes freely and activate her super-whore powers. Now you couldn't even reach halfway inside her butthole. "Can your wife do this?" she laughs. Yuqi turns herself into a pleasure machine. One hand in her pussy, another in her tits, her asshole clenching further and further. "Oh my God!" you say. "She's taking him to the sky," Soyeon completes.

And to the heavens you went as you blew your second pop of the day right on Yuqi's tight butthole. She may not have Kim Kardashian's ass, but her boots were hot enough for you to drain your balls all over them. But this was far from the end, as you would soon know.

"Let's get this cock back up again." Soyeon came in and ran her hands on your shaft. Suddenly, you got erect again. "What kind of super powers do these girls have?" you asked yourself. After so many years, the (G)I-DLE girls know an orgy is only a proper orgy if Soyeon gets her dose of anal sex.

"Ahhh, fuck, there she goes," you groan as Soyeon sits on your pole, quickly engulfing it to the fullest with her ass. She quickly starts masturbating herself as she rides, squirting all over Minnie's face. Soyeon's tight ass was hard to resist, as once she finished descending down your cock, you started pushing upwards. Better was that she took it like a champion, truly a top-notch anal queen.

It really doesn't get better than this. You were buried deep in Soyeon's asshole, with Minnie massaging your balls and Miyeon sitting on your face. Shuhua had a privileged view, sucking her unnie's boob as she rode you while she shoved a dildo up her own asshole. Soyeon always manages to become the center of attention when she gets assfucked. No cock is too much for her to handle, and she rides you balls deep with ease.

After just a couple minutes, you had to pull out not to burst again. Minnie took advantage and tasted Soyeon's hole from your cock. But she wanted more. While Minnie sucked you off, Soyeon constantly winked her gaped butthole, ordering Minnie to put it back in as soon as possible. As Minnie finished feasting on your cock, Soyeon quickly grabbed it and put it back inside her ass.

"Pound it, baby, pound it hard," Soyeon ordered as you pushed your cock upwards against her hole. A loud noise of your balls clapping her cheeks filled the room. Her favorite noise, I shall say, She could moan faster than she could rap on stage. Minnie and Shuhua acted as the hyped girls, watching it from below, carressing your balls, and taking your cock in their mouths every time you needed to take a break. Soyeon was a relentless slut that made you groan multiple times. Had you not had Miyeon's pussy as a relief right in your face, you probably would have cum inside her ass multiple times already.

"Who wants to get fucked in the ass next?" you asked the girls. "Me, me, me," Minnie was quick to answer. And you felt it was indeed long overdue. Minnie had already played every possible hole in this orgy, so there was nothing better than rewarding her with the assfucking she was craving.

Minnie spread her legs and took no time to bounce on your cock. You two put up an amazing show for the other girls, as she rotated all over your dick and you pushed up to violently thrust into her ass. The girls quickly decided to take part in it, as Yuqi fingered Minnie's pussy while Soyeon groped the Thai girl's boobs. Minnie was unfazed; her urge to jump on your cock was bigger than anything else, and she kept going even as the other girls tried to distract her.

You and Minnie kept going as hard as possible, with her eventually coming out on top as you had to pull out not to cum again. But your relief was short. After recovering from the ass pounding you gave her, Yuqi returned right back to throat your cock all the way deep. In the end, you came for a third time anyway, just in a different hole.

"I'm a cumcard, I'm a cumcard," Yuqi sang as she savored the jizz in her mouth. Truly, no one was able to drain your balls better than her. Yuqi decided to spice things up, leading your still-hard cock back into Minnie's asshole while spitting some cum into your shaft and mixing it with Minnie's anal juices. But she kept a bit in her mouth, using it to spit all over Minnie's cunt. "I'm going to breed you with my mouth," she said to her unnie.

Yuqi made a sloppy mess of Minnie's pussy while you put the Thai slut under a full Nelson and pounded her even harder. Soyeon soon joined her, tasting your cum and Yuqi's saliva straight out of Minnie's pussy like the nasty whore she is. Minnie screamed high note after high note as you destroyed her asshole nonstop.

As soon as you stopped, Yuqi and Soyeon feasted. The Chinese doll licked Minnie's cunt while the leader dove to suck your cock and taste Minnie's butthole. Only one ass was left to be fucked, and the girls knew it was the best of them.

Just the way Shuhua looked at you was enough for you to understand the message. Her naughty way of communicating without saying any words was truly incredible. Shuhua removed the dildo she had long inserted in her asshole. What amazed you was that her hole instantly tightened. Your big cock was ready to fuck Shuhua's perfect ass on her home soil.

Shuhua screamed as you mounted on top of her little body like a bull. Soyeon personally took on the duties of massaging your balls as you fucked Shuhua in the ass. "I want to see this cock at full strength; don't hold back; pound that slutty maknae," she told you. Shuhua fingered her pussy. Despite being a well-versed anal slut, she was stuggling with your massive bull as Soyeon used her superpowers on your cock to make it grow insanely big and wide inside the maknae's tiny butthole.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH," Shuhua screamed hard as your cock plowed her asshole. Behind her, all four girls gathered to watch. Soyeon touched your shaft, amazed at how big she had managed to turn it. "Fuck her balls deep," she told you, and you obliged, ripping Shuhua's anus further apart with your monster cock.

As you gave your massive cock to Minnie for her to lube it up, another girl suddenly jumped onto the frame, stacking her body on top of Shuhua's. "I want it too," Yuqi said, ready to take it in the ass again. But you needed to fuck Shuhua a little more, getting back inside her butt once again while your belly bumped against Yuqi's ass every time you thursted deep inside the maknae.

You couldn't say no to Yuqi's request and switched back to her ass, giving it some thrusts. Shuhua continued to moan even as you fucked Yuqi, almost as if the two were connected. "Shushu wants it so much she's moaning even without your cock in her ass," Minnie said. "You should give it back to her," she continued, as you and Yuqi enjoyed some naughty kissing.

It didn't take long for you to switch back to Shuhua. "CREAMPIE THE MAKNAE! CREAMPIE THE MAKNAE" Soyeon and Minnie chanted behind both of you as the Thai girl fingered Shuhua's pussy, using her superpowers to make the maknae's butthole clench and lead you into blasting inside of the host girl just as you spanked Shuhua's cheeky butt.

"Taste it, baby," you said, pulling out of Shuhua's asshole and feeding your cock into Minnie's mouth. The Thai slut, however, wanted it more, making you cum again as soon as you got inside her throat. With her powers, Minnie made your cock shoot every time it got close to another girl's face, coating Miyeon's, Soyeon's, and finally Yuqi's faces full of sperm before coming to a stop.

The girls licked each other, with Soyeon paying special attention to Shuhua's as she tasted the cum you had dumped on the maknae's ass. Your balls were completely drained, as these five sluts had managed to milk every last drop from you with their slutty superpowers. 

"Damn, that was amazing," Soyeon said. "We have to go now, but if you need anything, just call one of the super whores out there," she said.

You were definitely going to follow her advice.

[ldydeath]

Don’t Tell Nobody | Kwon Ji-yong (G-Dragon)

BIGBANG APRIL CHALLENGE - APRIL 20TH

Summary: You and Jiyong used to hate each other. But now that you’re in a secret relationship sometimes that hatred still seeps out. Word Count: 1.9k Warnings: 18+ mdni. Oral sex (f receiving), unprotected p in v., choking  Author’s Note: Here is day 20 (!!) of the April challenge. I tried to capture this prompt as best I could, but I gave it a more playful approach than a toxic one. I need my boy to be happy sometimes I guess.

When you first met Jiyong you’d hated him. Every event you ran into each other you were met with glares and cold shoulders. There’d been no real reason for your mutual hatred for each other, there was nothing you could pinpoint it on. You had preferred it this way, not speaking at events, the brief fights you’d have when you had to work together. It was nice, solid, comfortable even. You didn’t like to think about the way your breath hitched when he looked at you. Didn’t want to admit that maybe there was something else boiling under the surface. Maybe you didn’t really hate him at all.

“Why does he hate me?” You whined to Seunghyun as Jiyong stormed past you, his shoulder bumping into you.

“Yeah like you’ve been an angel.” He teased. “Maybe try being nice to him.”

“Why should I? He’s never been nice to me.” 

Your groups were touring together, it was torture for you having to spend so much time with him. You kept your distance for months - he did too. Jiyong watched from across the room while you joked around with Seunghyun, a glare on his face. You always thought there was something more going on there with them, how he was always so angry when the two of you were together. In reality he just didn’t like how easy it was for you to become friends with his friends. He wanted to be the one to make you laugh. 

One night in the middle of the tour everything changed.

Your ex had somehow made his way to a show, he’d been banned but had found a way backstage. He’d cornered you alone. The shouting couldn’t be heard over the music, but Jiyong had forgotten something and walked in as he’d stepped just a little too close to you. He saw red but before he could punch the guy, security was there escorting him from the building. Jiyong had kept a close eye on you that night, never letting you too far from him. The rest had been history. 

Nobody had noticed the shift, you two keeping up your fights for appearances, not sitting close to each other at group dinners. That didn’t stop your eyes from finding his, always catching him watching you when he couldn’t touch you. You spent your nights wrapped up in each other's arms. You’d sneak off between sets for stolen kisses in dark hallways away from prying eyes. You’d agreed this was too new, too special to announce in the middle of a tour. 

It was the last night of the tour and you were having a hard time with your costumes. They were worn out, barely holding together and the costume designer had deemed herself worthless. The girls had given up on you and you were currently sitting on the floor, leaning against a couch while you tried to sew up a hole in your dress. A gentle knock on the door startled you and you looked up to see Jiyong entering the room.

“Go away.” You sniffled as you threw the needle down in frustration. You’d just have to pray the dress didn’t fall off on stage. 

Jiyong smirked as he made his way over to you, kneeling on the ground in front of you. 

“Let me look.” As he was about to crawl over to you you reached your leg out, your heel digging into his chest as you pushed him back.

“I said go away, Jiyong.” 

Once you were in a mood like this, it was best to just leave you alone until the meltdown had ended. In your rational brain you knew the dress wouldn’t actually fall apart on stage but damn if you weren’t pissed that there wasn’t enough money in the budget for new outfits at least for tonight. JIyong didn’t care, he liked pushing your buttons. 

Jiyong snorted, raising a brow as your heel dug into him. Your eyes locked and you let out a sigh as his hand ran across your thigh, moving your leg to rest comfortably on his shoulder. He didn’t need to explain to the crowd why he had heel marks all over his chest. He turned his head, placing a soft kiss to the inside of your thigh and you let out a small moan. He smirked at the sound, getting the reaction he wanted before moving his lips away from you.

“I hate you.” You groaned as you moved your leg, giving him a gentle kick. 

Jiyog smirked in response as he reached out to grab the fabric of your dress, giving it a quick once over.

“You’ll be fine out there, it’ll hold.”

It annoyed you how sure he sounded. As if he knew everything and you balled your hands into fists. Jiyong caught on to how tense you were, he might not be able to fix your dress but he could definitely help ease that tension. He pulled you closer as his lips moved back to your thigh, moving slowly over your skin, alternating between kisses and gentle bites, leaving small marks all over your inner thigh. Your hands found their way to his hair, tugging gently as he stopped his movements at your wet core. 

“Damn, that wet for me already?” He teased,

His teeth hooked into the string of your panties as he tugged them down your legs, his eyes staying locked on yours. Once they were halfway down, his fingers hooked into them, pulling them the rest of the way off. He moved your other leg, positioning himself between your thighs as his fingers opened your lips. His tongue darted out, licking from your entrance to your clit, his tongue began swirling around your clit. You let out a moan, your heels digging into his shoulder blades and he hissed at the contact. He moved his hand, inserting two fingers as he began to pump in rhythm to his tongue. 

It was too much, your body feeling warm as your head clouded with lust. Jiyong brought you close, his fingers curling inside you as his tongue swirled around your clit. He removed his fingers abruptly, his tongue lapping up your sweetness. He would never get tired of how you tasted. Your hips rocked against his tongue as he swirled around your clit faster. Just as he felt you about to release he pulled away. 

“Ji, please.” you whined and he smirked as he moved, hovering over you.

His lips crashing down on yours, his tongue slipping into your mouth and you moaned as you tasted yourself on him. Your tongues massaged together as your hands slid down his chest, towards his pants and unbuttoned them, pushing them down. Your hand cupped him through his boxers and he rocked into your hand.  He shrugged out of his boxers and pulled you into his lap, switching you to being on top of him. You hoovered over him, your hand pumping his cock slowly as you positioned yourself. You lowered onto him slowly, so slowly taking him inch by inch until he was fully inside of you. You both moaned at the sensation, your walls clamping around him. You’d been so close to orgasm seconds ago that this simple movement almost set you off. 

You rocked your hips, Jiyong letting out a moan as his hand moved to your throat, he squeezed gently applying pressure, and you choked out a moan as your hips rocked faster.

“Harder.” You moaned

Jiyong’s mouth moved to your neck, his tongue darting out to circle the sensitive spot right above your collarbone as his hand tightened around your throat. He bit down gently, making sure to leave a mark. You guys were trying to keep your relationship a secret but that didn’t mean he couldn’t leave his mark all over your body.  

You brought your hand to his head, moving it back up to your face, your lips capturing his hungrily as his hips bucked up in rhythm with yours. Your movements got faster, the friction almost too much and Jiyong let out a low moan, one you knew all too well. He was getting close. His hand tightened around your throat as he brought his free hand to your clit, rubbing fast circles as you rocked your hips faster. The friction was too much and your walls clenched around him as you screamed out his name, riding out your orgasm.  Jiyong’s hips bucked into yours with a deep thrust as he came inside you. You stopped moving, Jiyong inside of you as you relaxed against him, catching your breath. 

His fingers loosened on your throat and you slid off him, moving to sit next to him. He turned to face you, his hand moving a stray piece of hair out of your face as he leaned in to kiss you. It was slow and sweet, the urgency from before gone as you two sat there wrapped up in each other. As if nothing else mattered but the two of you. 

“I love you.” You whispered against his lips, your eyes widening as the confession slipped from your lips. 

He didn’t respond at first, instead his hand moved to cup your cheek and he brought his lips to yours again, pressing them together so gently as if he was afraid you’d take the words back if he wasn’t careful. Your hand moved to rest on top of his and you sighed into the kiss. 

“I love you too.” His eyes were unreadable as he moved to stand up, his hand reaching for yours to help pull you up.

He took his time smoothing out your hair before he moved to adjust your dress. Once he was satisfied that there were no signs of what you’d just done in the room he smiled at you. You just needed something to cover that mark on your neck. He reached over, handing you a scarf. It wasn’t a typical part of the costume but you happily took it, wrapping it around your neck before placing a soft kiss to his cheek. 

“All good?” Seunghyun asked with a raised brow. You shrugged, pretending as if this was normal behavior. 

“Jiyong thought he could fix my dress. Turns out he’s not good at everything.” He snorted, rolling his eyes.

“Whatever you say princess. Not my problem, your dress is falling apart.” His eyes shone with love as he looked at you, but his face still showed that indifference everyone had grown used to.

“We’re not stupid, you know?” Seunghyun looked between the two of you, annoyance evident on his face. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Jiyong slapped his back, his arm moving to rest on his friend's shoulder. “Come on, let's go watch the shit show.” He grinned. 

You rolled your eyes at both of them before turning to meet up with your group, taking your place for the show. Jiyong and Seunghyun watched from the sidelines as your group performed. His eyes on you the entire set. Seunghyun noticed, of course he did. Jiyong tried to play it off, saying he was worried his stitching wouldn’t hold and how bad it would be for everyone if there was a dress malfunction on the last night of tour. He knew it was bullshit, but neither of you were ready to leave your bubble. Your eyes met briefly and Jiyong raised a brow before looking away, showing complete indifference to your set. He knew that would drive you just the right amount of crazy to want to take it out on him after the show, and he couldn’t wait to get you alone later.

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His special day - J. Hughes

Purple Chemistry | Previous Chapter timeline: April 2024 - May 2024 summary: Jack finally realised how much you mean to him after showing up in a hospital warning: mentions of injury note: last chapter has arrived!

For the next few weeks, the tension was visible between you two. Just like a kiss showed you that you’re more than friends with Jack. You tried to act normal around him but you couldn’t. Your feelings were going crazy while you were around him. Jack was lost in this situation. The kiss you shared was full of emotions and he didn’t know what to think.

Jack started to see you as a future girlfriend but he wasn’t sure if he’s ready for commitment. You two had different lives and opinions and he didn’t want to ruin the dynamic you two share. He was wondering if it would be bad to stay as friends. He didn’t want to take the risk of losing you because your relationship hadn’t worked out. 

The last game of the season between New York Rangers and New Jersey Devils ended up 4:3 which means that Rangers beat Devils in all four games this season. This match was way tougher than the previous ones. Jersey was leading 3:2 before the third period. In the last part of the game, they lost 2 goals and Rangers were celebrating. 

You knew that Jack would be bitter about the result. Last time he was sad over their 3:1 loss and now, he’s either gonna be heartbroken or mad as hell. You were at this game but this time, he didn’t ask you if he could come home with you. You thought that he had to be back with the team in New Jersey and decided not to push him to see you. 

The truth was that Jack was struggling with his shoulder and that’s why he didn’t come to see you after the game. He hadn’t told you anything about it because he didn’t want to bother you. He kept this as quiet as possible. Couple days later, he played his last game of the season before he required surgery on his shoulder. 

You found out about this from social media. You were scrolling your twitter when you saw a Devils post that Jack is out for the rest of the season because he needed a surgery. Your phone fell from your hand when you read it. You froze in spot. You were scared of him and his health. When you came back to your senses, you called Luke to ask him about it. 

“Hi, I know I never call you but I need to know what’s happening with Jack. I read that he needed surgery” You were rambling.

“Y/N calm down. Everything is fine. He needs surgery on his shoulder but he’s gonna be alright. He’s at home with parents to take care of him. Nothing to worry about” 

“Wait, he’s in Michigan? He hadn’t told me anything” You sighed.

“Yes, he’s in Michigan and he didn’t say a word to you because he knew you’re gonna be panicking. I told him it’s a bad idea to keep it from you but that was his choice” 

“Can I visit him?” You asked.

“I guess. I can call my mom and get the information in which hospital he is and send them to you” 

“Please do, I owe you” Luke laughed at your words.

Before Luke messaged you with the information, you went to ask your boss if you can have a free week due to personal reasons. He agreed on that and you ran into your apartment to pack your suitcase and booked a plane ticket to go and see Jack. While doing this, Luke sent you all the information you needed. 

The next day you had a plane. You were scared of Jack’ reaction when he saw you. You felt bad that you're doing this behind his back but this was to calm your nerves and make sure that he’s alright. When you landed, you took a taxi and went straight into the hospital. You didn’t care about the luggage you had with you. All you wanted was to see him.

From Luke, you found out that Jack had his surgery yesterday so he was resting in a hospital room. You stood up in front of the door and knocked. You didn’t want to interrupt him while he’s sleeping or someone else is in the room.

“Mom you don’t need to knock, I’m not 5” You heard and took it as a yes. Slowly you opened the door and Jack froze when he saw you. “What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be at work?”

“I took a free week to check on you. I read that you had an operation and I was scared of you and I just needed to see you” Tears spilled from your eyes.

“Hey, don’t cry. I’m fine” He tried to calm you down. “Come, sit next to me” You saw a chair and sat while wiping away your tears. “You seriously took a free week just to see me? How did you even know where I am?”

“I talked with Luke and he told me everything since you were dead silent after the game” 

“Sorry for that, I just didn’t want to bother you” He shrugged but while doing this he hissed in pain.

“Don’t use your shoulder. You’ll make it worse” You grabbed his healthy hand and started caressing it. “You should tell me, I was thinking that you’re mad at me because Rangers won” You tried to lighten the mood. This time it worked because he laughed. 

“No, I was mad after the game but I could never be mad at you” He smiled at you. 

You spent the next two days next to him in the hospital. You didn’t want to leave him alone while his parents couldn't be there. You were only leaving Jack to go and get sleep in a hotel but even in this situation, he had to push you off the room because you wanted to stay. You saw that he’s in pain and can’t use his left arm, that’s why you wanted to be there for him. 

Jack finally could go back to his house and you were delighted hearing that. He was feeling less pain and you could get proper sleep knowing that he’s alright. You were hanging out with him in your last free days and helped his parents with everything in the house. His mum was smiling at the sign of you two but she didn’t know that you’re just friends. 

After a week, you returned to New York but still, you were checking on him every day calling him after work and asking how he’s feeling. It became tradition between the two of you to have a conversation each evening. Jack was thankful to have you by his side and he realised that all the time he had feelings for you.

You were always there for him, no matter what. Jack stopped caring about the fact that you might hate his team but he was sure that you love him. When you took off the week to be with him, he knew that he had to ask you to be his girlfriend. He didn’t care anymore that this might ruin your dynamic if things won’t turn the way he wants but he was willing to take the risk.

On his birthday in May, you flew for the weekend to celebrate with Jack his special day. He knew that you’re coming and he was prepared to ask you the question. That was the birthday gift he wanted from you. You meet his older brother Quinn and thank Luke for help. Four of you had fun this whole day on the boat. Seeing you getting along with his brothers was confirmation that he had to make you his. 

When you stepped out of the boat, Quinn and Luke went inside. You wanted to follow them but Jack stopped you. You faced him and looked into his eyes. He smiled. 

“Thank you for everything you’ve been doing for me for the past month. Actually thank you for everything. Thank you for being by my side in good and bad times. We might had arguments earlier but I know that you’re my person Y/N” 

“It’s so nice that you see me in this light. Anything for friends right?” You joked but his face fell when he heard the word friends.

“About that” He took a deep breath. ”You’re much more for me than just a friend. It took me long enough to realise but I have strong feelings for you and I want you as my girlfriend” He grabbed your hand and you didn’t know what to say. You stood like that for a minute. 

“You don’t have a clue how long I wanted to hear those words” You chuckled. “I would love to be your girlfriend” You answered and he smiled widely at you. 

Jack placed his hand on your cheek and pulled you into a kiss. First kiss as a couple. No more kisses as friends, enemies, situationship. From now on, kisses as a relationship full of love.

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Aim for the Sky Part 19 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: More friends meet Rose, and your parents fly home, leaving the three of you to figure things out together. Bradley is struggling with the six week rule, deeming it unfair that you look so good while he can't have you the way he wants to.

Warnings: Fluff, angst, adult language, lactation kink, messing around, oral sex, DILF Roo

Length: 4100 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

Aim for the Sky masterlist. This was written to accompany my series Is It Working For You? along with a bunch of my one-shots and other series, but it can be read on its own! Check my masterlist for the reading order.

By your parents' last evening in San Diego, Bradley had put them in touch with the realtor he used to buy the Craftsman. They spent hours walking around Coronado with Rose in her stroller all week, looking at houses and getting more ideas. And then they delayed their flight home two times. The fact that they didn't seem to want to leave their grandchild was heartwarming, and now they were seriously talking about moving.

"By the end of the year, we are moving" your mom said, burping Rose in the living room. "I just can't stand the idea of waiting until July to see her again. Makes me want to cry."

It was April now, and they promised to come back for a visit around Independence Day. Bradley already had plans circling in his mind about where he could take you for a few days alone, because things were about to get a lot tougher without your parents around. The two of you were going to need a little vacation to look forward to. And if he could get you alone, he could get his hands all over you as much as the two of you wanted.

"So, are we going back to Mexico or Hawaii in July?" Bradley asked later that night while he watched you get undressed before bed. Your tits looked incredible, nipples huge and pert as you removed your nursing bra.

He forgot what he had even asked you as you ran your fingertips along your breasts and scoffed at him. "Neither, Roo. We have to get serious about saving money for Rose to go to college in just eighteen years." When you pulled your shorts down, he could see your rooster tattoo, and now he really couldn't think.

Bradley grunted. "She'll get a full ride to school. She takes after you. She's already a genius. Whenever I call Tramp, she points right at the dog."

You sighed and smiled at him. "I think you're being optimistic." Your hands were back on your tits, and he immediately reached for his cock, your eyes tracking his every move. "Bradley."

"What?" he rasped, thinking about last week in the backseat of the Bronco. That was the last time the two of you really messed around, and he could tell there were moments when you were uncomfortable in your own skin. But he hadn't stopped wanting you for a single moment. "How do you expect me to watch you strutting around the bedroom completely naked and not get hard?"

You turned toward the bathroom for a few seconds and muttered, "I look weird."

"You look beautiful." When you finally met his gaze, he said, "I love you too much to lie to you, Sweetheart."

He was plainly hard in his boxer briefs with his hand resting on his thigh. He'd never try to pressure you to do anything physical if you didn't want to, but there was no way he was going to let you think you suddenly turned him on less than before.

You dragged your fingers across your breasts again, and Bradley groaned before you tangled your fingers in your necklace chain. You looked a bit bashful, and even that was fucking him up.

His voice was raspy, and his throat was dry as he sat up and asked, "Do you want me to show you?"

You shrugged and looked at him out of the corner of your eye. "Only if you want to."

He was up off the bed in an instant, grabbing you as gently as he could. "Roo," you gasped in surprise as he carried you back to the bed.

You were completely naked, head on his pillow, leg hitched around his hip, and Bradley kissed you so hard, you were moaning. "If you leave the decision up to me, I'm always going to want to show you how I feel about you," he said, voice deep and needy. His fingers grazed along your body, lower and lower until he touched your clit, and you arched off the bed.

"Fuck," you moaned, voice breaking.

"You're so fucking hot," he whispered, running just his index finger through your pussy. You were soaking wet. "You're killing me, Baby Girl." He traced your tattoo, decorating your skin with your wetness while you looked up at him with parted lips and half lidded eyes. You watched him bring his finger up to his lips, and with one swipe of his tongue, he was moaning, too. "Six weeks is a long time when you look this pretty and taste this sweet."

Your teeth sank into your lip before you murmured, "You're killing me, too." Then your fingers were tangled in his hair, and he eased his body down so he was resting against the warmth of your core. It was so close to what he wanted right now, but he knew he couldn't go all the way there. The frustration building inside him was almost pleasurable as you gasped his name as he sucked on your neck.

Nails pressing into his scalp, you didn't stop him when he pulled himself free from his boxer briefs and ran his cock through your pussy. "Jesus Christ," he hissed, guiding his hips away from your body as you pushed him off of you. But instead of telling him to stop, you rolled him onto his back and yanked his underwear down his legs.

His cock was in between your lips before he knew what was going on, and he saw stars as you sucked on him. "Fuck, Sweetheart. Oh, god."

You pulled him free and shook your head. "If you can't be quiet, then I can't give you a blowjob. My parents are out in the living room."

"Please, stop talking about your parents and just give me head," he begged, already panting as you smirked at him. His balls were already tight as you licked your lips and parted them once more for him. Your tits looked irresistible as you knelt between his spread legs, and he would be lucky to last a full minute with this kind of treatment. "I was supposed to be the one showing you how much I want you," he whispered, trying not to thrust up into your mouth.

You responded by taking him deeper until he was grabbing at the bedding to hold back his orgasm. This time when you pulled him free, your saliva dripped onto his thigh. "Just take what I can give you right now."

Two pumps of your fist, and you were sucking on him until he came long and hard, fist in his mouth to make sure he was quiet. You swallowed down his cum and licked him clean as he stared at the ceiling in a daze. "You give me everything."

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You fell asleep with a smile on your lips after your husband took his time with you, rubbing your clit with practiced fingers and whispering the dirtiest things about how good he was going to fuck you in another few weeks. As it turns out, you also needed to be reminded to be as quiet as possible, especially when he was a whining mess over your breasts.

Even though you knew Rose would have you up in a few more hours, you let yourself drift off to the sound of Bradley's heavy breathing and the warmth of his body. Whenever you started to feel bad about the way you looked, he seemed to be able to lure you back on track. He didn't mind your weird body one bit, and in fact, he was literally counting down the days until you and he could have intercourse. And you wanted it, too.

You barely heard your daughter when she started crying to eat around midnight, because your mom was in the nursery with her so quickly, it was ridiculous. When you padded down the hallway, still half asleep, you could hear her singing to her granddaughter. 

"I got her," you murmured when you walked into the room, and you realized your mom was crying. "Are you okay?"

She kissed Rose's head and whispered, "Of course. I just don't want to be so far away from the three of you. Rose is exactly the way you were as a newborn; a sweet little snuggle bug who turns into a bit of a terror when she's hungry. I can't get enough of her."

You laughed as you sat down in the glider, and she handed your daughter to you once you were ready to feed her. Rose curled up against your body, clearly very hungry. "She is honestly so sweet."

"I love her so much," your mom whispered. "Are you going to be okay when we leave in a few hours?"

You stared at the night light in the corner of the room, surrounded by darkness otherwise. The exhaustion you felt since Rose was born started to get better while they were here, and you knew for a fact that things would start to get harder again soon. "Yeah. We'll be okay. Bradley and I will take some vacation time in July when you come back to stay with her." You met your mom's eyes where she stood. "You and dad are really good at this."

"I'm happy you think so," she said softly. "Retirement is looking better by the minute."

She sounded like she was about to cry again, so you politely kicked her out of the nursery before she could start. She needed to get some rest before their flight home, and you needed to get used to doing this on your own again. You almost craved the routine of going back to work. You missed seeing Cat every day, and you even missed your boss. Rose would be old enough for the daycare pretty soon, and you could sneak over on your lunch breaks to check on her.

But at the same time, the idea of someone else taking care of her for eight hours a day had you almost panicking. "Why are you like this?" you whispered to yourself. You could barely control your emotions at times right now.

"My girls okay?"

Just hearing Bradley's voice made you relax, and you realized Rose was starting to slow down as you turned to look at him in the doorway. "Yeah. I was trying to let you sleep."

He gave you grabby hands, and you noticed he had the Nugget notebook tucked under his arm. "Let me burp her and read a bedtime story so you can go back to sleep."

You knew he had to drop your parents off at the airport in a few hours and then turn around and go right to work, but he wasn't going to be deterred. He took Rose and settled down on the floor with a grunt, kissing her head as she yawned. With the night light shining next to him, he juggled her and opened the notebook, and you stood in the doorway and listened for a few minutes as he read one of his entries to her.

"You'll never guess where I am right now. No really. It would be impossible, because even I don't really know where I am! But it's somewhere in the Pacific Ocean, I know that for sure. And while I'm really, really far away from you and your mom right now, the two of you are all I can think about."

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Bradley was standing in the living room wearing Rose in her carrier and holding two massive bags filled with gear. "Is this all really necessary?" he asked as you ran around grabbing more stuff.

"Do you think we should drive?" you asked, popping the stroller open and looking at it with concern.

"Sweetheart, the beach is like three blocks away," he replied, trying to keep his tone even.

"The beach with a lot of rocks is like three blocks away," you said, exasperation lacing your voice. "Do you think we should drive up to the better beach?"

In his opinion, all of the beaches in Coronado were going to be the same, as long as the two of you didn't attempt to walk down the cliffs beach with her yet. "I think we should just go to the closest beach for a little bit and then head home again."

You sighed in annoyance. "Just for a little bit? Well then what was the point of packing all of this shit?"

Bradley desperately wanted to scold you for swearing in front of the baby, but he used every fiber of his being to press his lips together and clear his throat. "It's the Nugget's first time at any beach. We're just going to have to see how long she lasts before we need to bring her back."

"Fine," you replied, picking up the bag of sandwiches you packed and heading for the front door. "I just wish I knew why babies required so much stuff. Nothing about this is easy."

He followed in your wake. "I'm pretty sure all the babies of the world got together and plotted against their parents, because all of it is hard." At least that got a smile out of you as you plunked your sunglasses onto your nose, and he followed you out to the porch. "Let's just leave the stoller here. I like carrying her."

It was actually so beautiful outside, Bradley was thankful it was a Saturday. You took his hand in yours, waving at the neighbors along the way. "You look stupid sexy with that baby carrier on, Roo."

"Stupid sexy?" he muttered, adjusting the little sun hat on Rose's head. "Explain."

"I tried," you groaned. "But you don't listen, Bradley. You're a DILF. Even the way you're taking care of Rose is hot. Like you're already handsome, but now you're just oozing so much sex appeal, it's stupid. Like an ovary explosion." You made a sound like a bomb blowing up and gestured with your hands in front of you as you walked.

"Yeah... I don't see it," he murmured, reaching for your hand again. When he looked in the mirror now, he saw more gray hair and quite a few wrinkles, but that didn't stop him from trying to be the best dad he could. "I'm just focused on Rosie. You and Rosie. My girls."

You gave him side eye. "That's what makes it stupid," you muttered. "You know what, it doesn't matter." You kissed Rose's fingers as the entrance to the beach came into view. "Hey, little Nugget," you whispered as her eyes fluttered open. "Welcome to the beach."

The expanse of sand and the glittering water beyond were so bright, Bradley shielded her face, and she burrowed against him. "It's okay, Rosie," he murmured, kissing her hat as he hustled along the mostly empty beach. "Daddy's got you. I'll get you set up with some shade. I like the shade better, too."

It was a joint effort, the way you held the baby while Bradley ran around, setting up a canopy and laying out blankets and towels. "You're stupid sexy, too," he said as you distracted him for about the tenth time. "You know that, right?" You didn't verbally respond, but you did look pleased with yourself as you set Rose down on the beach blanket, fully in the shade. 

"Do you want to take her down to the water?" you asked, looking up at him.

He shot you an incredulous look as he took his shirt off. "Are you out of your mind? The waves are massive! Something could happen to her!"

Now you were doubled over in laughter on the blanket next to her. "It's not like I suggested that you take her surfing, Roo! Just carry her down to the water's edge!"

He was still hesitant. "Okay. But just for a quick look." Bradley scooped up his daughter, who always looked delighted to have him around, and he carried her slowly down the beach until the cool water met his toes. "This is as far as we go," he whispered, kissing her cheek as she closed her eyes. "Until you've had swimming lessons." He felt your hand on his back, and he turned to you and asked, "When can Rosie take swim lessons?"

"Bradley, she's less than a month old."

"That's probably when future olympians start," he mused as you rubbed sunblock all over his back and shoulders. You were standing in front of him now, laughing and swiping the lotion on his nose when an older woman stopped walking along the beach to approach you.

"You have a beautiful family," she said, smiling at Rose who was currently yawning.

"Thank you," Bradley replied, turning a bit so she could get a closer look. When she offered to take a photo of the three of you, he had you reach into the pocket of his cutoff jean shorts and unlock his phone for her.

Bradley looked ridiculous in the picture with windswept hair and streaks of sunblock on his face and shoulders, but you and Rose both made it his new favorite photo. He set it as his phone wallpaper.

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"Am I doing this right?"

Cam was sitting on your living room couch, holding Rose with a look of sheer panic on his face. 

"No," Maria told him. "You're not. And you look constipated."

You started laughing and didn't even try to hide it. "Just hold her against your chest, and she'll probably fall asleep. She's definitely a snuggler."

He did as he was told, but there was still a firm crease along his forehead. "Babies are terrifying," he muttered, letting you adjust his hands for him.

Bradley was still at work, having agreed to teach another dog fighting drill with Maverick, and you were thankful your friends were keeping you company. It wouldn't be too much longer before you were back at work yourself, where you would be able to see your friends more frequently.

You watched Maria stand and kind of limp into your kitchen. "Does anyone else want a drink?"

"Absolutely not," Cam replied. "I need to keep two hands on the baby at all times."

He got an eye roll in response from you as you told Maria, "Sure, and I also need you to tell me why you're limping. Are you okay?"

A devilish smirk found her lips. "Maybe you should ask Bob about that one."

"Ew," Cam replied. "Unless I'm the one getting plowed by an aviator, I don't need to know any details." When you opened your mouth to say something, he quickly added, "You're just as bad as Maria, so don't even start with me. Just let me be afraid of holding your child in peace."

Then he settled back against the couch with Rose, and you joined Maria in the kitchen. "You're like seriously limping," you whispered, and she snickered.

"It's not what you think. I just can't resist giving Cam a hard time. Bob and I were in the shower together, and I pulled a muscle."

"Maria," you hissed. "You were in the shower with Bob, and you expect me to believe it wasn't sexual?"

"I wasn't," she insisted, getting two glasses of water ready and handing you one. "I just... ever since he got back from his deployment... I really like being around him as much as possible."

You knew how Bob looked at her. Like she was a mermaid. Or a fairy. Something magical and unbelievable. Maria wasn't known to be gushy or sappy, but she talked about him like he hung the moon, and that was all you needed to know.

"I'm happy for you."

She smiled just as you heard Cam gasp and start freaking out. "I think the baby pooped! Cancel that- I know the baby pooped! I need backup!"

By the time Bradley got home from work, you had dinner in the oven, and you were nursing Rose on the couch. Your husband looked exhausted but freshly showered with damp hair, and he made a beeline directly for you. He kissed your forehead and then her tiny fist. 

"You alright, Roo?"

"I had a long day," he whispered. You were a little worried that something happened that made him seem so tired, but he smiled as he said, "But your appointment with Dr. Morris later this week is going to make it all worth it. I can't wait to hear her tell me I'm allowed to fuck my wife."

"You're so horny!" you complained half heartedly as he kissed your cheek before heading into the kitchen to take dinner out of the oven as the timer went off.

"Six weeks is a long time when you've got your tits out all day and all night."

Truthfully, there were times when you were positively aching to be with him like that, but there were moments when you couldn't understand how he still wanted you. Your stretch marks were wild, and you looked so flabby and weird. You had no idea how you'd manage to lose the weight you gained when your whole world revolved around pumping and feeding Rose, and on top of that, you'd be back at work soon and busier than ever.

You heard Bradley's groan of delight from the kitchen as he took a bite of dinner. "This is delicious, but still not as delectable as you, Baby Girl."

Even when your brain told you not to believe him, your heart did.

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Bradley insisted on accompanying you to your six week checkup with Dr. Morris. He sat in one of the chairs in the exam room with Rose all wrapped up like a burrito in his arms, careful not to get her perfect face too close to his hard insignia pins. He watched as you got a pelvic exam, and then the doctor pushed on your belly while you made a face of discomfort. He held Rose a little tighter when you tried to smile at him.

"Everything feels and looks good. You can head back to work next week," Dr. Morris said as she removed her latex gloves. "Do you have any questions for me?"

Bradley listened to you rattle off several questions which rolled into a fresh conversation with your doctor. He really didn't want to be the one to ask about intercourse, but now you were sort of smirking at him. Okay, you were treating this like a game, toying with him. He was absolutely down for that, and it wasn't like he hadn't completely embarrassed himself in front of your physician before.

"If neither of you have any other questions, you're free to go-"

"Actually, Dr. Morris, I do have one last question." He cleared his throat and stood with Rose while you started to get dressed, trying to hide your smile from him. "I'd really like to have sex with my wife as soon as possible. Is that six weeks postpartum rule hard-and-fast, or would tonight be suitable for that kind of thing?"

You were hiding your smile behind your hand, but he could tell you were laughing as Dr. Morris humored him. "Well, the guidelines say six weeks, so I would absolutely stick to that. We like to make sure proper healing has occurred. If you don't start taking oral contraceptives right away, I would definitely advise you to use condoms." She glanced at your chart and added, "Two more days probably won't kill anyone, and at that point, you'll be at six weeks."

"Speak for yourself," he grunted, slipping Rose back into her car seat carrier. "Thanks, doc."

"Two more days," you told him as the three of you walked out to the red Bronco. "You're doing great, Daddy."

Bradley groaned as he buckled both of you in, and he pulled out of the parking lot without another word.

You shouldn't have been surprised, but you definitely were when, two nights later, his phone alarm started blaring at one in the morning. You were just settling back in bed after feeding Rose when you looked at him with wide eyes. "Wait, did we forget to do something?" you asked. "What's the alarm for?"

Bradley simply held up his phone screen for you to see the alarm which was titled My wife is exactly 6 weeks postpartum.

You rolled onto your side, cackling with laughter. "It's not funny, Baby Girl. I've been waiting for this moment for a long time." He snuggled under the covers and said, "I'm ready to get my world rocked whenever you feel like rocking it, so you just let me know."

His eyes were closed when he felt your lips ghost along his cheek on their way to kiss him. "Why not right now?"

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Let this man fuck! Let him fuck his wife! He earned it. Thanks @beyondthesefourwalls

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Boys of Summer | Jason Hochberg

donate to gaza here | masterlist

pairing | jason hochberg x f!reader

synopsis | the last thing you expected when you signed up to be a counselor at camp pineway was to end up wrapped in just a towel staring in horror at the empty spot where you had placed your clothes right before your shower. luckily for you jason was ready to come to your aid…sort of…

warnings | 18+, drug usage, underage drinking/drug usage, bullying, sexual dialogue, bullying, loser x loser, cringe behavior, sexual content, making out, fingering, edging, jason and reader are hr's worst nightmare.

word count | 7.6k

a/n | i know hell of a summer isn't out till april but i'm already obsessed with jason and had to write a loser x loser scenario for him. i hate how long it took me to write this but hopefully it was worth it. @blueberrypancakesworld has some great jason fics y'all should check out as well!!! big thank you to my bestie @joeloverture for reading through this and helping me out/being super supportive while i worked on it. if y'all read for joel miller or just want some good fics pls go check out her stuff, she's my favorite person on the whole site.

taglist | @mvnqvinn @snazzynacho @imyprice @circuslxcysplace

A summer spent with spoiled rich kids who only got a job because their parents forced them sounds like your worst nightmare, and yet here you are living it. You’d grown up going to Camp Pineway, with mostly shitty memories of asshole kids and counselors who felt they weren’t paid enough to stop some bullies. You wanted to make a difference, you wanted to give those kids someone who would stand up for them, so you decided you’d come back and be a counselor for the summer. It was your summer break from college and you truly had nothing better to do in your shitty little town so it seemed like your best bet at having a social life. 

When you’d arrived you knew you were fucked. A cherry red convertible with Chris Tian in the front seat was nothing but trouble, you’d heard from your younger sibling about how much of a dickhead he and his friends were and it seemed like they’d be your fellow counselors. You felt weirdly ashamed when you hopped out of your beat up old junker, one of the back handles had fallen off last winter and you never had enough money to fix it. You prayed silently that no one would notice how shitty your car was. Something about being around people like this made you feel like you were a self conscious high schooler again. 

You felt relieved when you’d walked into the mess hall to be greeted by Jason Hochberg, he was two years older than you and had gone to school with you. He had been nerdy and awkward and somehow after all these years he still was. You bit your lip at the sight of him in his dorky outfit, his too long shorts and nerdy vest made you want to kiss him hard and stuff him in a locker all at the same time. You had always had a particular type, you could never verbalize it properly so you’d always told your friends your type was guys that would pop a boner if you shoved them too hard in the hallway. You’d softly cyber stalked his Instagram from time to time, mostly nature shots and movie reviews that got maybe 10 likes on a good day. The only photos he really had up of himself were in photo dumps from his years at Camp Pineway, he’d been a counselor there since he was eighteen and had been going for his whole childhood. He was clearly holding onto this place but you found it sort of endearing. You eyed the small bracelet stack on his arm, a couple of his favorites he’d received from campers over the years. You thought it was sweet that he held onto them. 

You’d seen him at camp when you were a kid and that sort of kickstarted your little crush. He’d gotten bullied just like you but despite that he’d always stuck up for you whenever he’d see it happening. He didn’t mind taking a few blows or insults if it kept you out of harm's way. There was one incident you’d remembered for years.

 It was your third year at camp and you were ten years old, Jason was twelve. You’d been cornered by a couple older girls, laughing at you, insulting your looks and your outfit. You had no idea what you did to provoke them, in reality you hadn’t done shit besides look like what they considered to be an easy target. They’d been harassing you for the entire week, making you scared to separate from your cabin mates. You’d been good about staying in a group but when you broke off to go to the bathroom you’d been cornered. They poked and prodded at you, making you feel smaller than you were. Tears brimmed your eyes, threatening to spill when Jason came in to save the day.

“Hey! Leave her alone!” He yelled, stomping over to the girls. He wasn’t very intimidating, he hadn’t hit his growth spurt and was standing at about 5 feet on a good day. He was dressed in cargo shorts and a Zelda t-shirt, if you looked up ‘nerd’ in the dictionary a picture of him would come up. You felt grateful to see him, no one had ever stuck up for you before.

“Fuck off, Jason,” one of the girls, Jessica, said aggressively. She turns to glare at him. She was a bit taller than him which didn’t help make him look anymore intimidating.

“She’s just a kid, she’s not bothering anyone. Go pick on someone else, Jess.” He stood there with his arms crossed, his brows furrowed in anger. 

“Who? You, you’re an even easier target than pipsqueak over here,” Jess laughs. 

“Yeah,” he nods, “Pick on me instead. Leave her alone.” 

“Fine, we will.” Jess and the other girls turn around, closing in on Jason. 

You look at him and mouth a quick ‘thank you’ before running off to find your cabin mates. 

He’d saved your ass a couple more times that summer and towards the end of camp you’d used your arts and crafts time to make him a bracelet as a thank you. A perler bead bracelet made out of the camp's colors, white and green. You’d added a little tree shaped bead and a white heart as well. You gifted it to him shyly on the last day as everyone waited for their parents to arrive to pick them up. You shyly approached him, your little hands trembling as you tapped him on the shoulder. He stood alone, lost in his own thoughts.

“Jason?” You tapped him on the shoulder softly.

He turned around and smiled when he saw you, “Hey! 

You push the bracelet towards him, “I uh…I made this for you…as a thank you for protecting me this summer.” 

He smiles softly at you, taking the bracelet and slipping it onto his wrist where a few others sit. “Thank you, this is so nice. I’m glad I could help, you didn’t deserve to be bullied like that.”

Your ride pulls up, honking the horn. “Thank you for everything, Jason. I’ll see you next summer!” You hug him quickly before running off to your moms car.

Jason gives his spiel to everyone about expectations for the summer and for the weekend, you notice a few of the others on their phones and try to not roll your eyes. Once his speech is over he makes everyone turn their phones into a basket, you’re last in line and decide you’ll take your opportunity to speak to him. His face lights up when he sees you, “I thought I recognized your name. How’ve you been?” His toothy grin makes you melt. 

You stand shyly with your hands behind your back, “I’ve been good…how about you? I mean you’re head counselor so clearly you’ve been doing pretty good.” You mentally facepalm at your own awkwardness. 

“I’ve been good, yeah…lots of responsibility now. That’s just part of getting older I guess.” 

You chew nervously at the dead skin on your lower lip, “You still looking out for the kids like me?” 

“Always,” He smiles, “I still have that bracelet you made me y’know.” He holds up his wrist for you to see and you grab him, pulling it closer to get a good look at it.

“No shit…it’s sweet that you still have it.”

“How could I ever get rid of it? It’s a good reminder to look out for other people. You were really the first person to show me that kind of appreciation so it’s special to me,” he explains, his cheeks turning pink. He always blushed so easily. 

“Hopefully you get more appreciation now, you really saved my ass that summer…and the next. Goddamn did camp suck without you there. I never really got that same courage you did to stand up for myself…” 

He reaches out, placing a hand on your shoulder comfortingly. “I only ended up with that courage after standing up for you, y’know. Who picked on you after Jessica left? She aged out of it when I did.” 

“Some rich girl in my grade, you know how things go. When one Jessica leaves another one takes her place,” you joke. 

He chuckles, moving his hand off your shoulder to push his hair back. “That’s always how it goes huh…”

Before you can respond Miley pokes her head back into the mess hall, “Why does she still have her phone? Don’t play favorites already!” Her whiny voice makes your eyes go wide in annoyance. You power down your phone and place it in the small basket Jason is holding. She scoffs and heads back out with the other counselors.

“Wow…there’s our Jessica I guess…” 

“Looks like it…why don’t you get changed? I think everyone wants to swim,” Jason suggests.

“A swim sounds perfect right now, god. I’ll see you out there.” You give him a soft smile before heading to your car to grab your bags.

You lug them to the cabin you’ve been assigned to share with Demi and Miley, as soon as you open the door they go silent and look you up and down. “So someone’s the teacher's pet already…” Miley scoffs. 

“Um…sorry if I made a bad impression already. We just knew each other as kids so we were catching up a bit, and got distracted. I’m not getting any special privileges if that's what you’re worried about.” You try to explain yourself but feel like you’re sinking into quicksand with every word that leaves your mouth. It feels like your childhood all over again. 

“It’s not a big deal, just…interesting. Were you two like…science partners or something?” The way she says it sounds so condescending it makes you want to scream.

“Oh no, he’s older than me. We just went to camp together here.” You haul your suitcase onto the bed and start to unpack your clothes into the small dresser at the end of your bed. You lay out a black bikini top and a black boyshort style pair of bottoms. The two girls eye your choice of swimwear judgingly but keep their mouths shut about it…for now.

 You all get changed into your swimsuits, Demi and Miley opting for straight bikinis over your slightly more modest attire, before heading out to the lake with everyone else. Jason had specifically told everyone no drinking or drugs but naturally no one cared enough to follow his orders. There’s a big cooler of assorted drinks sitting on the dock. Jason is seething with rage, sitting on his towel, nervously messing with the bracelets on his wrist. He’s dressed in a pair of dark green swim trunks and a Camp Pineway t-shirt. You drop your towel next to his, a pair of square shaped oversized sunglasses sitting atop your head. “Are you not going in?” You ask, sitting down next to him. You nab his sunscreen off his towel and start to apply it where you’re able to reach. 

“Not yet. I told them to not bring alcohol and here they are with an entire cooler, are you fucking kidding me?” He rants. You eye the cooler of beer and liquor they brought with them, the pineapple White Claw calls out to you like the green goblin mask but you fight the urge to pop it open. 

“They’re kids, they’re gonna be assholes. What’s more interesting to me is exactly how they got all that, none of ‘em are 21,” you say as you lather the sunscreen onto your arms and legs. 

“They’re rich, probably paid a sibling or stranger for it…who knows…” 

You hand the bottle of sunscreen to him, “Can you get my back? I can’t reach it.”

He stares down at the sunscreen bottle, reluctantly taking it from your hands. A shiver runs down your spine as he starts to apply the cold cream, rubbing it into your skin. A few of the other counselors look over, one of them wolf whistling, “Nice, Jason. Getting some action already huh?” It’s mocking and makes your cheeks start to heat up with embarrassment, Jason’s face turning bright red.

“You could only be so lucky, Bobby!” You call back. 

“My first time touching a woman was a long time ago, I think this is Jason’s first,” Bobby teases.

Jason seethes, his touch becoming a bit rougher. You turn your head back to face him, “Don’t let it get to you, they’re just assholes. Their opinions don’t mean shit.”

“If this is what I have to hear all summer I might become Jason Voorhees,” he grumbles.

“Would I be your final girl?” You tease.

“Well if I had to die by someone’s hand here I guess I’d prefer it to be yours.”

You bite your lip and smile, “He never really dies y’know, you’d come back.”

He rolls his eyes playfully, “I’d just look grosser everytime.”

“But at least you’d get to go to space and fight Freddy Krueger, that doesn’t sound too bad to me.”

He laughs and shakes his head, “You’re very familiar with Friday the 13th huh?”

“That franchise is a guilty pleasure of mine, I can’t help it.”

“It’s cool that you know so much about it, I bet you’d kill at horror trivia.”

You smile shyly, “You have no idea.”

You get up and go over to the cooler, grabbing the White Claw you had wanted earlier. “Will you kill me if I have one drink?” You turn back to Jason with a pout.

“Is my final girl breaking her pure streak already?” He teases.

You lean down to whisper in his ear, feeling a bit bold. “As long as my virginity is still intact that’s what really matters, right?” 

His face goes bright red and his body goes tense, he gulps. You want to kiss him so bad. He simply nods, “R-Right…”

You smirk and pop open the can, taking a seat next to him. His eyes flicker down to your exposed skin, it’s a view he’s looking forward to admiring for the rest of the summer. When he looks away you press the can to his exposed forearm and laughs when he jumps back. “Sorry…you’re kind of fun to mess with.” You had never really aged out of teasing and annoyance as a form of flirting, you’d spent years flicking people’s ears and throwing things at them to get their attention, it had mostly worked out for you. 

“So I’ve been told…” He mutters.

You finish your drink and stand to go into the water, “You coming or what, Voorhees?”

His cheeks turn pink at the nickname, “In a minute, promise.”

“I’ll hold you to it.” You run off the dock and jump in with a smile. You shriek at the coldness of the water and smile as the other counselors laugh along with you. You start to swim around and get yourself used to the temperature of the water. You mostly keep to yourself as the other counselors play around, it’s definitely a weird feeling to be older than the rest of them. You’re enjoying yourself as you see Jason approaching the end of the dock. You swim over to him, resting your arms on the dock as you prop yourself up.

“Coming in?”

“Maybe…is it cold?” He asks. He takes a seat at the end of the dock, dipping his feet into the water. He hisses at the cold. “How are you swimming this?”

“My body got used to it, c’mon join me. I’m lonely…” You pout playfully. 

“You don’t want to mingle with them?” He motions to the other counselors. 

“I’m scared they’re gonna ask if I have sigma rizz.”

His brows furrowed in confusion, “What the hell does that mean?”

“I don’t know but I heard my sibling say it the other day and felt so very old.”

“I’ll come in and save you, hold on,” He groans. He slowly lowers himself into the water, the t-shirt still on. He grits his teeth at the cold as he sinks in.

The two of you stay near the docks, observing the other counselors. Bobby sits comfortably on an inflatable with a joint perched between his fingers, taking a drag every now and then. Jason shakes his head in anger, “They brought weed too? Are you fucking kidding me?” For a minute part of you wonders if you’ve somehow snuck into a purgatory designed to torture Jason for eternity. 

You do your best to calm him, “There’s what like…ten of them? It’ll be gone before the weekend is even over, it’ll be fine. This first night is supposed to be for everyone to hang out and get to know each other right? Just let them all…chill and maybe they won’t be so rude the rest of the summer.”

“If I don’t enforce it now they won’t respect me for the rest of the summer. Trust me, I’ve been doing this for years,” Jason replies, sounding annoyed.

“I’m shocked you’re against smoking, I mean you kind of give off stoner vibes…at least your Instagram did.” As soon as you say it you realize you slipped up.

“You’ve seen my Instagram?”

You feel your face heat up, “I-It came up on my explore page after I applied here. You know how Instagram and Facebook are, I could say the word ‘cookie’ and get like a million Crumbl ads after. I-I saw you and got curious…I remembered you from camp and High School. It wasn’t like I was stalking your page or anything.” The word vomit does nothing to help your case, you’ve been caught red handed. 

“You looked through all my posts though? Didn’t you?” He cocks an eyebrow at you.

“Don’t make it weird! I was curious…I do it with everyone from my past if their stuff comes up, hell I go through my own account sometimes!”

“I think you’re the one making it weird.”

“Be nice or I’ll get the teenagers to bully you again,” you threaten. 

He rolls his eyes and splashes you with a laugh. You gasp and recoil, you wipe the water from your face and splash him back. It devolves quite quickly into a childish splash fight, the both of you laughing hard. “Truce! Truce!” He yells, holding his hands up in surrender. 

“Fineeeeee.” 

The other counselors look at the two of you in slight annoyance, it’s so clear to everyone that you’re already his favorite and it pisses them off.

“Is that like…appropriate for him to be so close to them like that?” Miley nudges Demi.

“I don’t know but it’s annoying, they’re gonna get special treatment the whole summer for sucking up to that loser. What kind of guy still works as a counselor when he’s like 30?” 

“He’s only like 24, don’t be dramatic,” Shannon says.

“Are you defending him?” Miley asks in disgust.

“The only thing I’m defending him against is the elderly allegations,” Shannon jokes.

Miley rolls her eyes and turns back to Demi, “We should teach them a lesson. Let them know what everyone else thinks of suck ups like them.”

“Yeah? What are you thinking?” Demi asks, leaning her head down for Miley to whisper to her. 

The two girls look over at you and Jason and nod.

“Hey, put that out! The rules very clearly said no drugs or alcohol, what the hell were you thinking bringing weed to a summer camp?” Jason yells at Bobby.

Bobby rolls his eyes, “You want me to put it out? Where? On the inflatable?” He scoffs.

“J-Just get rid of it and whatever other contraband you got, okay! We don’t need some kid getting into your stash and greening out!”

You bite back a smile as Jason rants. “Just make sure it’s gone before the kids show up. I’m sure you can manage that right, Bobby?”

Jason looks back at you like you’ve betrayed him, “What the hell are you doing? I’m in charge.”

“Jason, just trust me on this one, okay? They’ll get rid of it before the kids get here, I’ll make sure of it.”

Jason groans and pinches the bridge of his nose, “If it’s not I’ll have your ass for it.”

You smirk at the accidental innuendo, “It’ll be gone,” you turn to look back at Bobby as he takes another hit, “Right, Bobby?”

He salutes you, “Yes ma’am!”

You turn back to face Jason, giggling slightly. “See, it’ll be gone. Promise.”

As the sun starts to go down everyone heads back to their cabins to grab some clothes to change into, before heading to the showers. You’re one of the last to make it to the showers and you leave your clothes in a pile on the bench to change into after. You step into a stall and pull off your swimsuit, hanging it over the door to dry as you turn on the water. Your face scrunches up in annoyance as the cold water hits your skin. You step as far away from the water as you can while still staying in the stall until the water heats up. Once it heats up you take your time scrubbing yourself down, massassing your shampoo into your scalp. You turn off the water and wrap your towel around yourself, stepping out of the stall. Your brows furrowed in confusion as you look down at the bench, your clothes are gone. You look around the locker room, it’s empty except for you. You open the lockers, searching each and every locker for your clothes. You go back to your stall to see if your swimsuit is there but it’s missing as well. “You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me…” You mutter. Your cheeks heat up with embarrassment, you can’t believe it. You’re a grown ass adult getting bullied by teenagers…

While you were in the shower Miley and Demi put their plan into motion, they’d waited for the rest of the girls to leave and stole your swimsuit from the top of your stall door, yanking it down while you were distracted. They’d swiped up your clothes and ran off with them as well, right back to your cabin. They had been oh so kind as to leave your towel untouched however. Once they stashed your clothes Demi had gone off to Jason's cabin. 

He opened the door while towel drying his hair, “Oh, Demi. What’s up?”

She explains that you’re having some issues with something in the showers and need his help.

His pale cheeks turn pink as she explains, “What does she need help with?”

“She didn’t say, but she said she really needed you to come help her so…”

“Uh, okay. I-I’ll be up there in a few.” He shuts the door and throws his towel down, quickly brushing his hair and slipping his crocs on. 

You’re pacing in the locker room, chewing nervously at your thumbnail when there’s a knock on the door. “Uh, hey. Demi said you needed some help, is everything alright?” 

You walk towards the door, groaning with your head in your hands. “My clothes…” you sigh, “my clothes are fucking gone. I-I think Demi took ‘em.” 

His eyes go wide, “Can I come in?”

“I mean…I’m in just a towel so…”

He pinches the bridge of his nose trying to think, “Fuck, okay. Um, I’ll go grab your clothes. Stay here.”

“Wasn’t planning on going anywhere…” You mumble as you hear his footsteps getting quieter. 

Jason runs off to the nurses office, it takes him a few minutes to figure out what key on his key ring fits but he gets it eventually. He grabs a camp t-shirt and black shorts they keep as extras just in case and heads back to the locker room. His mind is racing the whole jog back, he’s never had to deal with something like this before. Bullying and pranks between campers was normal, he was used to handling it, but between counselors? He felt pretty out of his depth. He stops his hand when he reaches for the door handle that leads to the locker room, he makes a fist and knocks instead. “I uh…I got you some clothes. There wasn’t any underwear I could get but-”

“Thank you, I appreciate it.” You reach a hand out and take the clothes from him, dropping your towel and slipping the clothes on. The shorts hang low on your hips and the t-shirt hangs slightly off your shoulder. You pick your towel back up to dry your hair and open the door for Jason. “You can come in now.”

He cautiously steps into the locker room, he’s chewing nervously at his lower lip. “So you think Demi took your clothes?” 

You nod, placing your hands on your hips. “Her and Miley have been acting really weird since we met. Miley already accused you of playing favorites with me…in the cabin she called me ‘teacher’s pet.’ Do you think she got Demi in on some plan to prank me?” 

“It’s definitely possible,” he nervously plays with the bracelets on his wrist. “It just seems a little extreme considering all you’ve done is get on their nerves.”

“Girls are more cutthroat than you’d think, trust me,” you say bluntly.

Jason nods, “Why don’t I walk you back to your cabin and I’ll make sure you get your clothes back, okay?”

“Thanks, Voorhees,” you use his nickname again. You slip on your slides, grateful that they had at least left those for you.

He shakes his head as he holds the door open for you, “Are you gonna call me that all summer?”

You beam up at him, clasping your hands behind your back, “Maybe.”

“Well I guess it’s not the worst thing I’ve been called…” He clicks on his flash light and the two of you start the walk to the cabins.

“Did you get hazed when you started as a counselor?” You ask as you walk next to him.

“Yeah, kind of. It’s different for guys I guess, not as calculated. The worst I got was a wedgie every now and then,” he grimaces at the memory, “I didn’t have my clothes stolen or anything like that.”

You giggle and nod, “Guess I really pissed them off then.”

“Or they’re just really mean.”

You chuckle, “That is definitely a possibility.” 

As you walk Jason can’t help but admire you. He loves how the shirt hangs off your shoulder, it falls nicely over the slope of your breasts, your nipples visible through the thin fabric. You use one hand to keep the shorts held up, they hang dangerously low on your hips and your lack of underwear does nothing to help you feel secure. You smell nice, slightly like lavender. 

“What’s kept you coming back to camp every year?”

Your question is one Jason has gotten countless times, it’s one that opens up a bottomless pit in his stomach. “I just like it here. I love being in nature and being able to mentor the kids…Pineway just feels like a second home to me.” He’s also terrified of having to move on and grow up but he’d never say that out loud. 

“Y’know I think you’d make a good park ranger. I could see you at one of the national parks, maybe doing classes for the kids, helping run day camps. It's perfect for you.”

He looks down and blushes, “You think so?”

You move a little closer to him, your arms brushing against one another. “Yeah, it’d be a good fit for you. You should really think about it.”

“Maybe I will…thank you.”

You reach the cabin, stepping carefully onto the porch. You can hear Demi and Miley talking inside. You slowly open the door, Jason following you inside. You stay close to him, a bit cautious of the two girls now. They turn to look at the two of you and Miley can’t help but laugh, “Cute clothes.”

You open your mouth to retort but Jason places a hand on your shoulder and shakes his head.

“This isn’t funny, I could report you two for harassment and stealing. Where’d you put her clothes?” Jason asks, putting on a serious tone. He stands there angrily, glaring at the girls.

“Why would we have her clothes?” Demi snarks.

“I’m not kidding Demi, this is wildly inappropriate. Hazing, bullying, harassment, whatever you want to call this shit won’t be tolerated.” Jason's hands curl into fists.

The two girls look at each other and burst into laughter, “S-Sorry, it’s so hard to take you seriously when your hands are so…y’know!” Miley laughs through tears.

Jason scowls, “Hey! I’m not fucking around! Give her back her goddamn clothes.” His anger is slightly more intimidating this time. 

Miley groans and pulls your clothes out from under her bed. She tosses them to you and you frantically check to make sure all of it is there. “There. Happy now? Take a fucking joke.”

Your brows furrow, “Where the hell is my underwear?”

The two girls erupt into laughter once again, there’s tears streaming down their cheeks as they hold their stomachs in laughter. You and Jason stand there uncomfortably until they calm down. “I’d check the flag pole if I was you,” sneers Demi.

Your face falls and it feels like your stomach has dropped out of your body, you can’t pick your eyes up from the floor. You can feel your breathing begin to grow ragged as you realize what they’ve done. Your whole body feels warm with embarrassment. You’ve been humiliated plenty of times in your life but this takes the cake for the worst. You drop your clothes and run out of the cabin.

Jason points at the girls, “You’re both in a lot of fucking trouble when I get back.” He runs outside after you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. He pulls you into his chest as you begin to cry. He rubs your back and whispers softly to try and calm you down. “It’s gonna be okay, you won’t have to spend another second alone with them for the rest of the summer and they’re on probation for the rest of the summer, okay? Seriously, one more incident and they’re out. I’m calling the camp director in the morning.” As he holds you he looks over at the nearby flag pole that sits in the middle of the cabins. Where the flag once was now waves a smaller white piece of cloth. He immediately knows what it is. He’s quite possibly the angriest he’s ever been in his life, but for your sake he calms himself. “I’m gonna get your underwear down. I’ll be right back.” He runs over to the flagpole, hoisting your underwear down as quickly as possible so no one will see. He stuffs your underwear into his pocket and puts the flag back up.

“Come on, you’re going to my cabin. I’ll go get your stuff in a bit,” Jason wraps his arm around you and starts to lead you to his cabin. One of the perks of being head counselor is that he doesn’t have to share with everyone else. He leads you to the small cabin and you get comfortable on one of the bunks, curling into yourself and crying softly. He sits on the bed, rubbing your back comfortingly. “They’re just a bunch of assholes, you don’t deserve this. They went way too far.” 

“I didn’t even do anything,” You whine. You feel like a kid again, you want to quit and go home but you know you can’t. 

“I know. It’s stupid, they’re stupid. I’ve got you, okay? I’ll switch your cabin assignment, get you away from them. But at least for tonight you’re with me. I’m gonna go get your stuff.” He pats your back and stands, heading for the door. 

On the short walk to your cabin he tries to calm himself, he knows better than to blow up at Miley and Demi but goddammit would he love to. He slips in the door, making his way to your bunk, gathering your things quickly. “What are you doing with her shit?” Miley asks, sitting up on her bunk.

“Taking it to my cabin. You two can’t be trusted near her.”

“I thought male and female counselors weren’t allowed to-”

Jason cuts Demi off, “This is an exception. It’s just for tonight. You’ll room with someone else starting tomorrow, probably Shannon.” He tries to keep the conversation short, if he gets a chance to blow up he will.

“You just wanna get in her pants…” Miley mumbles.

“Shut the fuck up. I could call your parents and tell them what you’ve done, I promise you no amount of money will stop me from making sure you’re both punished for what you did. Grow the fuck up. You both go to college this fall right?”

They nod.

“Then act like it. You do this shit in college and you don’t just get suspended. You get kicked out. I’m sure mommy and daddy will offer a generous donation to save your ass but it can only happen so many times before they decide to stop paying up. I don’t want another problem from either one of you this whole summer, got it?” Jason has never had to yell at anyone like this the entire time he’s worked at the camp, he’s seething. If he could find replacements for the two on such short notice he’d have them packing by midnight.

The two girls nod shamefully, “G-Got it…”

“Good.” He gathers the rest of your things and carries them back to his cabin. You help him bring them inside and open up your suitcase to change. You don’t want to put on the clothes you’d originally picked out, they feel tainted now. You decide on an old band t-shirt and some old flannel pajama shorts you’d bought years ago. 

“Can you uh…turn around? I really don’t want to walk all the way back to the showers to change.” You ask shyly, holding up your clothes.

Jason turns around quickly, even going as far as covering his eyes, “Just let me know when you’re decent.”

You strip off the clothes he’d given you earlier and trade them for your own. “You can turn around now.”

He turns back around with his eyes still covered and you roll your eyes. You stroll up to him and pull his hands off his eyes, “You’re such a dork.” He smiles down at you, for a second he feels like he’s in one of those cheesy rom coms he secretly watches. 

“It doesn’t sound so mean when you say it,” he chuckles. 

“Good. It should sound like a compliment, I like dorks. You’re so yourself without being ashamed of it, I like it.” For a moment you both stare at one another, admiring the features of your faces up close. You notice his beauty marks that litter his cheeks, you admire the gaps in his teeth. He’s so beautiful as he is. 

He moves his hands to your waist experimentally. His touches, as innocent as they are, make your body feel as if it’s been set ablaze. You want him bad. 

“You were my hero again today, maybe instead of a park ranger you could consider superhero as your career,” you joke. He runs his thumb up and down your side, smiling softly.

“Maybe you should stop getting yourself into trouble and I won’t have to come save you.”

“Isn’t that what a final girl is supposed to do?” You tease, referencing your earlier conversation.

“I suppose. But, I still haven’t seen you trip over nothing while running. You broke the rules a little earlier by having that drink y’know.” His grip on your waist tightens, he pulls you a bit closer to him. 

“Are you gonna punish me for it, Mr. Voorhees?” You internally cringe at yourself and pray to the universe that he will somehow find that sexy.

“Maybe I will.” 

He leans in and kisses you softly, pulling your body flush against his as he does. What starts off innocent pretty quickly picks up steam. It’s been a long time since you’ve so much as even kissed someone, you’re pretty pent up. Your hands find their way into his hair as you pull him closer to you, you want him as close as humanly possible. When his hand starts to slide up your shirt you know you want to be even closer. He squeezes your breast and rolls your nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He laughs when you pull away from the kiss to whine pathetically. You didn’t know he had this in him. You tug at his hair and smirk when he whimpers. You can see what this is turning into, tit for tat. He makes you whine, you make him whimper. You do whatever you can to elicit a sweet sound from one another. Eventually you’re able to shove him down onto the couch. He sits with his head against the back of the couch, his legs spread. You bite your lip and move to stand between his legs. He leans forward and lifts your shirt, starting to kiss your stomach and hips.

“Y’know, I might’ve lied about some of my final girl qualifications,” you laugh, looking down at him.

“Yeah? Like what?”

“I’m not a virgin…”

He scoffs, “Really? Could’ve fooled me.”

You roll your eyes and playfully whack the top of his head, “Don’t be a dick.”

He pulls you into his lap and pulls off your shirt, starting to kiss your neck. He turns you around in his lap so that your back is against his chest. He spreads your legs apart and starts to tease you over your shorts. You melt into his touch, whining and moaning softly. You’re practically putty in his hands. You can feel him pressed against your back, he’s painfully hard. You wanna touch him but you’re too caught up in what he’s doing to you.  “We shouldn’t be doing this, think about how much trouble I’d get in if anyone found out,” Jason mutters as he shoves his hand down your panties. He starts to massage your clit and you’re practically melting.

“N-No one’ll find out…promise…please just…” You can barely form a sentence, this is the last thing you would’ve expected from him. You had imagined a messy makeout session, a few minutes of grinding before he loses control and comes in his pants. 

“Please what? What do you need?” He sounds completely calm and collected, it’s like he’s maintaining his composure just to fuck with you. 

“Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you! You know what I need! Goddammit, just-”

He cuts you off by tugging down your shorts and underwear, your cunt exposed to the cool air of the cabin. He hooks his ankles around yours, keeping your legs spread for him. He looks down at your cunt and smiles, resting his head on your shoulder. He runs his finger up your slit, spreading your lips in the process. You whine, your hips bucking up. “Is this what you want?” He raises his fingers to your mouth, tapping your bottom lip for you to open up. You slowly open your mouth and he slides his fingers in. He doesn’t even tell you what to do, you start to suck on his fingers. He pulls them away once he’s satisfied and moves his hand back down to your cunt. He spreads you open against, watching your head tilt back as he sinks two fingers into your depth. He smirks when he hears your soft whimpers. He starts to slowly pump his fingers inside of you, “If you keep making these pretty little noises I might have to keep you in here with me all summer.”

“Please…fuck…just have me look pretty and play with me, better than the actual job,” you mumble, turning to look at him. You lean down to capture his lips in a bruising kiss, enjoying the way your noses knock against one another. You’ve been admiring his nose all day, fighting the urge to run a finger down the slope. You wonder how it would feel against your clit, his tongue buried deep inside of you. 

“It’d be nice to have a pretty little stress toy like you in my cabin to come back to after a long day, these motherfuckers are gonna give me greys before I turn 30.” You get a look on your face like you’re about to make a snide comment and Jason shuts it down by massaging your clit. A moan spills out of your lips instead. 

“You figured out how to handle me that quick?”

He rolls his eyes and starts to kiss your neck, he takes his time finding all the spots that make you whine extra loud. He nibbles here and there but knows better than to leave marks, at least in such visible places. He picks up the pace as he pumps his fingers in and out of you. He loves how you whimper his name, pleading for more, pleading for his cock. “I didn’t pack condoms, but maybe if you’re good you can have my tongue later.”

You move your head to the side, giving him more access to your neck. “And if I’m bad?”

“Then you can try to get yourself off on my thigh while you jack me off.”

“Oh fuck me…” you mumble, your head rolling back. 

He moves his mouth to your breasts, starting to bite and suck at the sensitive flesh of your nipples. “Already told you I can’t do that yet. Gotta be patient, gotta be good, ‘kay?”

You jut out your bottom lip, pouting, and nod. “‘Kay…”

He nips at your nipple and you yelp, “Good.” He leans down and spits on your clit, massaging it into your clit with his thumb. He speeds up his motions, trying harder and harder to get you what you want. “You wanna make a mess for me, don’t you? If you get it on the couch you’re licking it up. Better pray none of it even hits the floor…” This morning you could’ve never imagined he had it in him to speak to you like this, his coy attitude was just a red herring for what was to come. He’s working his fingers inside of you, curling them just right to hit the spot. Your eyes screw shut as you mumble pathetically, “Oh fuck Jason…g-god…fuck please make me come, please…wanna make a mess for you…”

Just as he’s about to take you over the edge there’s a knock at the door. You both freeze and he slaps a hand over your mouth. Never in his life has he been so grateful for the window coverings in the cabin. 

“Hey! Jason, is she in there? I heard what happened, I just want to make sure y’all are gonna eat.” It’s Chris. God you want to kill him right now. 

Jason smirks, “I’ll be out in a minute. Just making sure she’s okay.”

“Well…uh, see you in the mess hall then!” You hear his footsteps quiet down.

You and Jason look at each other and erupt into giggles. “You wanna play a game with me, final girl?”

“Are you impersonating Jigsaw now too? I think you’re getting your franchises mixed up.”

He rolls his eyes, “God you’re more of a nerd than me. You should feel lucky you weren’t wearing that underwear when they hoisted them up the flagpole.”

You slap his chest, “Hey! Asshole! I’m not like that bitch Cindy in Sleepaway Camp III, you wouldn’t let them do that to me.”

He laughs, kissing you again, “Nerd.”

“You can’t call me a nerd when your fingers are inside me.”

He pulls his fingers out of you and flicks your clit, causing you to yelp. “Is that better nerd?”

You roll your eyes and he brings his fingers to your lips, “Go on, clean me up.” You suck your slick off his fingers. He pulls them out of your mouth once he’s satisfied and wipes your saliva on your cheek. You narrow your eyes at him playfully.

“You’re not gonna finish me off? I was so close…” You pout.

“That’s the game. Sit through dinner without being a whiny little brat and I’ll give you whatever you want. I’ll make sure you come as many times as you want tonight, just behave during dinner. Think you can do that?” He explains.

You groan, “Fineeeee. But you owe me a lot of orgasms, and I mean a lot. It’s fucked up to leave a girl hanging like that.”

“I’m blue balling myself too.” He grabs your hand and presses it against his shorts, you can feel just how hard he is through his shorts. “We both have to behave during dinner, it’s an even playing field.”

You smirk, “Deal. How do you plan to hide that though?”

“I’ll think of awful things until it goes away.”

You raise an eyebrow, “Does that really work.”

“Sometimes.”

You squeeze him through his shorts before standing to get redressed, “You better pray it does tonight because I’ll be across the table thinking about how your nose would feel against my clit after dinner.”

“You’re HR’s worst nightmare…” He mumbles, watching as you redress.

“You’re the one who kissed me, I don’t wanna hear it. I’ll keep my mouth shut as long as you do the same,” you say as you pull your shirt over your head,

“Deal.” He gets up from the couch and readjusts himself through his shorts. 

You both share a mirror, trying to fix your hair and doing everything possible to make it less obvious that you two were just going at it. Once you’re satisfied you head for the door. As soon as you step out of the door he slaps your ass, causing you to yelp and jump. “Prick!”

“You love it.” 

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intervention

Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: Amelie and Lando's cozy morning is hilariously derailed when a few familiar faces burst into their hotel room with chaotic energy and a very unexpected plan.

Wordcount: 4.0 k

Warnings: just fluff

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April 15th, 2025 - Sakhir, Bahrain

Sunlight poured into the hotel room in Bahrain, warm and golden, soft against the tangled sheets and lazy limbs sprawled over the bed. Amelie was nestled into Lando’s chest, their legs tangled under the covers, her hand splayed across his bare stomach while his fingers lazily traced the curve of her spine.

—Lan,— Amelie murmured, voice thick with sleep, —I’m hungry.—

Lando cracked an eye open, squinting at her through messy curls. —We literally haven’t moved. You wanna order room service, sunshine?— he mumbled, kissing the top of her head.

Amelie nodded sleepily, lifting her head just enough to meet his gaze. Her hair was a mess, eyes half-lidded, lips pouty in the way that made Lando’s heart physically ache.

—Yes please. I want pancakes. And fruit. And maybe toast. Oh, and that weirdly good hashbrown thing you liked yesterday.—

Lando chuckled, reaching over her to grab the hotel phone. —You mean the one I told you not to eat because it was mine, and then you stole it the second I looked away?—

—Sharing is caring, Norris.— she grinned, kissing his jaw before flopping back onto his chest like a content cat.

They ended up ordering half the menu — pancakes, French toast, hashbrowns, eggs, croissants, even a smoothie Amelie insisted sounded fun. Lando didn’t argue. He was weak for her, and he knew it.

The knock on the door came just as Amelie was feeding Lando a bite of her croissant, giggling as he deliberately missed it with his mouth, nipping her finger instead.

—You’re such a menace,— she muttered, swatting at him playfully.

—You love it,— he said with a cheeky grin, licking a smear of strawberry jam off her fingertip. She rolled her eyes, her cheeks pink, leaning in to press a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth.

Lando was about to tug her closer again, ready to drag her right back into the duvet cocoon, when another knock echoed through the room. Louder this time. Urgent.

—Who the fuck…— he muttered, reluctantly untangling himself from her. Amelie groaned dramatically and flopped back on the bed.

—Tell whoever it is we’re dead. Or naked. Or dead and naked,— she called out, voice muffled by a pillow.

Lando padded over to the door in just his boxers and one of the hotel robes hanging off his shoulders, his hair an absolute mess of curls. He opened it without thinking.

Big mistake.

Because the second the door cracked open, it was violently pushed the rest of the way as George, Charles, and Alex burst into the room like a chaotic hurricane of testosterone and betrayal.

—SURPRISE, LOVEBIRDS!— George yelled, already halfway across the room before Lando could process what was happening.

—Jesus fucking Christ,— Lando grunted as Charles clapped him on the back, pushing past him.

Alex waltzed in last, sunglasses on, a devilish grin on his face. —Oh my God, were you two shagging? At breakfast time? That’s bold, mate.—

Amelie sat up in bed, hair a tousled halo around her face, the duvet tucked under her arms. She blinked at them, completely unimpressed. —You three are so dramatic. What are you even doing here?—

—What are we doing here?— George scoffed, flopping onto the edge of the bed without invitation. —What are you doing here? We texted you hours ago. You’re supposed to be getting dressed!—

Lando scratched his head, still trying to catch up. —Getting dressed for what? We were gonna hit the beach or something today.—

Charles dropped into a nearby chair, arms crossed. —Yeah, well, change of plans. We’re going karting.—

Amelie groaned immediately, pulling the duvet over her head. —No. Nope. Not doing this again. Last time we did this, Charles body-checked me like a maniac and I ended up with a broken rib.—

—It was an accident!— Charles yelled through laughter. —And that was, like, four years ago! You raced me again after that and you survived! So get your ass up.—

—Also,— Alex added, stealing a slice of toast from the breakfast tray like a gremlin, —we haven’t properly hung out as a group since someone went all soft on us.—

He shot a look at Lando, who was still blinking in stunned betrayal.

—You mean since Lando started getting laid? Yeah, we noticed,— George added with a smirk, snatching a strawberry off Amelie’s fruit bowl.

Lando threw his hands up. —Are you lot actually insane? We’re on holiday. You can’t just bust into our hotel room and kidnap us for karting.—

—Actually, we can,— Charles said smugly. —Because we booked the track. And because you two have been disgustingly inseparable and we’re staging an intervention.—

Amelie finally popped her head back out from under the duvet, squinting at the three men like they were wild animals. —What do you mean intervention?—

Alex, already munching on a stolen croissant, gestured dramatically between her and Lando. —No more pet names. No more kissing. No more cuddling. No calling each other ‘sunshine’ and ‘baby’ and ‘my love’ or whatever the hell you two have been doing. Just friends. Just like old times.—

—Absolutely not,— Lando said immediately.

—Seconded,— Amelie mumbled, already pulling the duvet back over her face.

George yanked it off her again with a grin. —You two need to be humbled. For the sake of nostalgia. For the group. For the drama.—

—And because it’ll be funny when one of us overtakes Lando and he’s too busy making heart eyes at Amelie to notice,— Charles added.

Lando looked genuinely wounded. —I do not make heart eyes.—

All three of them spoke in unison.

—Yes, you do.—

Amelie burst into laughter, flopping back on the bed with a dramatic sigh. —I hate all of you. So much. You couldn’t just let us have our cozy little beach day and pancakes?—

—Absolutely not,— Alex said, already pulling open her suitcase like he lived there. —Now, get dressed. We leave in twenty minutes. And remember the rules: no making out, no being in love, no touching, no private jokes, and definitely no lap-sitting. Got it?—

Amelie groaned as Alex dramatically tossed a random pair of leggings and a cropped top onto the bed. —You forgot “no breathing the same air,”— she deadpanned.

—Oh that too,— George chimed in. —No sharing oxygen. You two are too powerful together.—

Lando crossed his arms, unimpressed and entirely too shirtless to be taken seriously. —You three are actual lunatics.—

—Lando,— Charles said, pointing at him with the utmost fake seriousness, —put on some fucking pants before I start crying.—

Amelie giggled into the sheets as Lando flipped Charles off before reluctantly trudging over to his suitcase.

—You know,— she called after him, —I wouldn’t be opposed to watching you kart in just your boxers. For the memories.—

—No flirting!— George shouted, lobbing a pillow at her.

She ducked it with a grin, stretching languidly as the duvet slipped down to reveal her bare shoulders. Lando, halfway into his hoodie, paused to ogle. Unapologetically.

—Eyes on your trousers, Norris,— Alex said, not even looking up from where he was rummaging through Lando’s stuff now. —Jesus, it’s like you’ve never seen her naked before.—

—I have, actually. Quite extensively,— Lando replied, voice casual as hell.

Amelie choked on her orange juice. George screamed into a pillow. Charles looked like he regretted everything.

—You’re all awful!— Amelie said, laughing so hard she nearly dropped her glass. —Why are we friends? I want to return you.—

—Too late,— George said. —You’ve been locked in.—

—Like a bad Netflix contract,— Alex added, tossing Lando a pair of joggers with zero aim that landed on the lamp instead. —No exit clause, no refunds.—

Amelie finally climbed out of bed, still wrapped in the duvet like a dramatic Roman empress. She made a show of sipping her smoothie while narrowing her eyes at the three intruders.

—So let me get this straight,— she said, voice laced with sarcasm. —You break into our room, steal our breakfast, insult our love, and now you want me to race for the sake of group bonding? After I literally almost died last time?—

—You didn’t die,— Charles groaned, tugging at her arm.

—You broke my rib,— Amelie said flatly, taking another sip of her smoothie. —Because your competitive ass can’t handle being passed by a girl.—

—You didn’t pass me,— Charles argued.

—Because you slammed into me, you absolute twat,— she snapped, raising an eyebrow.

Lando chuckled, now dressed in joggers and pulling a t-shirt over his head. —She’s got a point, mate. You were feral that day.—

—Thank you,— Amelie said, sending Lando a proud little smile, before turning back to the idiots in front of her. —And now you expect me to get in a kart again like I haven’t been through trauma? What happened to being kind to women?—

—We are being kind,— George said, popping a grape into his mouth. —We’re giving you a chance to reclaim your karting glory.—

—No. You're giving yourselves a chance to laugh at me when I inevitably spin out and cry in the pit lane,— Amelie said, deadpan.

—Exactly,— Alex grinned, —but in a supportive, character-building kind of way.—

Amelie groaned, head tipping back against the wall like the world’s most long-suffering saint. —You’re all the worst. I was going to nap. And maybe force Lando to do face masks with me. Now I have to put on actual clothes and relive my karting trauma for the sake of “group bonding.”—

Lando crossed the room to her, brushing a strand of hair from her face with a soft smile. —You’ll be fine, sunshine. You’ve raced Charles since then and didn’t kill him. That’s progress.—

Amelie eyed him suspiciously. —You’re awfully calm about this. You’re not gonna make fun of me too?—

—Never,— he said, kissing her forehead. —But I am going to win.—

Her eyes narrowed. —Oh, it’s like that?—

He grinned. —It’s exactly like that.—

—You two are FLIRTING AGAIN!— George howled, pointing dramatically like he was in a courtroom drama. —Rule violation number seven! Stop being hot and supportive in front of us, it’s making me emotionally unstable.—

—Right, come on,— Charles said, herding them all like unruly sheep, —let’s move, or we’ll miss the slot we booked. And I refuse to pay a cancellation fee just because Amelie wants to cuddle in bed all day.—

—Jealous much?— Lando muttered, slinging his arm over Amelie’s shoulder.

—STOP. TOUCHING,— Alex barked from the doorway. —That’s it, ten-second penalty on the grid for hand-holding.—

Amelie and Lando exchanged a glance, both silently plotting chaos.

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ameliedaymanfans: Amelie via George Russell's Instagram story! Looks like the Twitch Quintet is back together and went racing in Bahrain! 🏎️💥

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f1_queen45: Omg, the dream team is back 😭 the energy is unmatched!!! → charles_leclerc_lover: @f1_queen45 Literally, this group gives me life every time 💖

landos_tea: Sooo does Amelie still hang out with Charles when Lando’s not around?? 👀 → ameliesteam: @landos_tea 🤣 They’re all friends, calm down!! Don’t make it weird.

mclarenmood: Can we PLEASE get a real “Twitch Quintet” merch line? I need it for my soul 🫶 → ameliedaymanfans: @mclarenmood Get in line 😂 same! A merch drop would be iconic!

loveforlando1: I don't understand why people are acting like Amelie is the problem?? Why can't they just be friends???

lanfan420: okay but Amelie definitely smoked all of them on the track → charlotteschaar: @lanfan420 Charles: screaming in Monégasque → oscarpias3: @lanfan420 imagine getting lapped by your friend’s girlfriend

daymansunshine: this is the real f1 content we need. not strategy calls, just vibes. → formulayum: @daymansunshine Netflix could never capture this

haterhoney: she’s not even a real driver why is she there → norrisbaby: @haterhoney why are YOU here lmao → amelienation: @haterhoney go touch grass 😭😭

nandosmile: the whole twitch gang together?? this is healing my 2020 trauma → alexfanflops: @nandosmile someone stream this immediately. I need chaos.

meliecam: am I crying over a blurry Insta story? yes. do I care? no.

sundayscariez: THEY’RE BACK OMGG TWITCH QUINTET NATION RISE 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️ → lanieluvbot: @sundayscariez i screamed like a lil victorian boy who just saw ankles → tireprincess: @sundayscariez this feels biblical tbh

maxie_willdrive: okay but who won??? my money’s on Amelie dusting them all

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The karting track in Bahrain was buzzing with energy as the group lined up, the scent of fresh rubber filling the air. The bright sun beat down, casting long shadows over the brightly colored karts parked in neat rows. Amelie adjusted the fit of her racing suit, tugging at it just enough to make sure it wasn’t too tight, and then grabbed her helmet. She slipped it on slowly, her movements deliberate, a quiet calm before the storm.

Lando, already suited up and seated in his kart, watched her carefully. As she fastened her helmet, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he shot a quick, almost imperceptible look at George, Charles, and Alex. The three men froze for a second, exchanging knowing glances. The message was clear: if anyone even thought about bumping Amelie in a way that wasn’t friendly, they were going to answer to Lando. He might’ve been joking about a lot of things, but when it came to her safety, he wasn’t messing around.

Charles raised his hands in mock surrender. —Don’t worry, mate, we know the drill,— he said, giving Lando a teasing grin. But the tension was real, and everyone knew it.

The track was alive with excitement, and even the playful banter between Lando and his friends couldn’t quite mask the intensity hanging in the air. Everyone knew that karting was one of those things where competitiveness ran high, especially when it came to Amelie. She wasn’t just there to join in—she was there to win.

As the karts revved to life, the group lined up on the starting grid, the engines rumbling like the prelude to a battle. Lando’s kart, painted in bright hues of green and black, sat at the front, while Amelie’s kart, equally sleek and fast-looking, was just behind him. The rest of the group filled in behind, but all eyes were secretly on her.

—Ready to get your ass kicked, sunshine?— Lando called over his shoulder, his voice a mix of teasing and anticipation.

—We’ll see who’s kicking whose ass, Norris,— Amelie shot back, her voice muffled by the helmet. She wasn’t about to let him get too cocky.

The signal went up, and the green light flashed. Everyone shot off, their karts darting into motion. Lando immediately took the lead, like he had every intention of keeping it, but there was something different about Amelie today. She wasn’t just out for fun; there was a fire in her that burned brighter than ever.

The first lap passed quickly, with the group jostling for position. Lando could see her in his rearview mirror, close but not too close—just enough to remind him that she wasn’t far behind. Charles was trying to make his usual moves, Alex was focused, and George was already pushing hard, all while making some ridiculous comments about Lando’s driving.

But all Lando could think about was Amelie. Her kart was glued to the track, her movements sharp and confident. She wasn’t just a casual driver; she was determined. Every time he checked over his shoulder, she was right there, keeping pace with him, making him work for that lead.

As they rounded the final corner of the last lap, Lando’s heart rate kicked up a notch. He could feel her gaining on him, the pressure mounting. But he wasn’t going to let her win that easily—not without giving her a proper challenge.

—You’re not getting past me that easily, sunshine,— he muttered to himself, shifting his focus, pushing harder.

But little did he know, Amelie had one last trick up her sleeve. With a controlled burst of speed, she took the final straightaway with precision, inching closer to his rear bumper. Lando tried to block her move, but she wasn’t having it. With a well-timed maneuver, she shot past him, narrowly taking the corner and sliding into the lead.

—No fucking way,— Lando muttered in disbelief as she zoomed ahead, crossing the finish line a fraction of a second before him.

The sound of her kart’s engine faded as she hit the brakes, a triumphant grin on her face beneath the visor of her helmet. Lando pulled into the pit, shaking his head with a mix of admiration and disbelief.

Amelie yanked off her helmet in one swift motion, her long hair spilling free, and she didn’t hesitate. Without saying a word, she jogged straight toward Lando’s kart, a fire in her eyes.

She was smiling like she just won the World Cup, and Lando couldn’t help but grin back, feeling the heat of their playful competition flare between them.

She didn’t even slow down.

—Fuck the rules,— Amelie declared, voice still breathless from the race as she reached his kart. And before Lando could so much as respond, she dropped her helmet to the floor with a loud thud, grabbed him by the front of his suit, and crashed her mouth into his.

It was immediate. Intense. Joyous chaos.

Lando let out a surprised sound against her lips, but it melted into a low groan as his arms wrapped tight around her waist, hauling her halfway into his lap as they kissed like a pair of hormonal teenagers in the back of a movie theater. Her hands threaded through his curls, messy and triumphant, and Lando pulled her closer like he hadn’t just lost to her by a millisecond. Like she wasn’t rubbing it in with every sharp, smug press of her lips.

—Oh for fuck’s sake,— Charles groaned, throwing his gloves dramatically onto the pit wall.

—We said no making out!— Alex yelled, pointing at them like they were committing a war crime.

George threw his arms in the air. —They’re worse than Love Island! I feel like I need a chaperone just standing near them.—

—They’re not even sorry,— Charles added, looking genuinely offended. —Look at them. Tongues down each other’s throats like we didn’t just race. Like we’re not here. I hate it here.—

Amelie pulled back just enough to pant against Lando’s mouth, breathless and smug and still riding the high of victory. —I won. Admit it.—

Lando was still half-dazed, lips kiss-bruised and grinning like a man completely and utterly destroyed by love. He tucked a strand of hair behind Amelie's ear, eyes full of nothing but her.

—Yeah, you did,— he admitted, voice rough and low, still catching his breath. —You fucking smoked us.—

Amelie laughed, still straddling the side of his kart like it was a throne and she was the undisputed queen.

—What was that about being calm and taking it easy on me?— she teased, tapping a finger to his chest. —I should’ve known you were going soft.—

—Excuse me,— Lando scoffed, though the smugness was all hers now. —I wasn’t going soft. I was being respectful. Big difference.—

—Sure, baby,— she cooed, leaning in again, clearly about to resume their inappropriate-for-public snog session.

—NOPE! Absolutely not!— Alex barked from across the pit lane, covering his eyes like he’d just witnessed a crime scene. —Can we not? There are innocent people here.—

—Like who?— Amelie called back over her shoulder, still perched in Lando’s lap. —You three? Please. You’re the definition of corrupted.—

—This is blatant PDA,— George whined, tossing his helmet to the ground. —I feel like I just watched an R-rated movie—

—They didn’t even make it to the damn trophy ceremony and she’s already climbed him like a tree,— Charles muttered, pouring water on his face like it would cleanse his soul. —We get it! You’re in love! Go write poetry or something, Jesus.—

Lando nuzzled into Amelie’s shoulder, voice unapologetically smug. —Someone’s bitter.—

—Someone’s lucky I don’t crash into him next round,— Charles muttered.

—Careful,— Amelie sing-songed, finally sliding off Lando’s lap and sauntering back toward the group with the same strut she used on red carpets. —I’ve already got one broken rib courtesy of your trauma-induced driving. I’m not afraid to sue this time.—

—It was one time! Four years ago! Let it go!— Charles yelled after her.

She flipped him off without looking back, hips swaying in triumph. Lando was trailing behind her like a kicked puppy and a proud boyfriend all at once, helmet under one arm, smile stupidly wide.

Back at the main building, everyone was still sweaty and slightly dazed from the intensity of the race. They were packing up, unzipping their suits and sipping water, trying to cool down—except for Lando, who only had one thing on his mind.

Amelie.

She was glowing from the win, a wild sparkle in her eyes, her cheeks flushed, hair a little messy from the helmet, and her lips still swollen from kissing him like she hadn’t seen him in a month.

Lando didn’t even try to play it cool.

He reached for her hand the moment they stepped inside, lacing their fingers tightly and pulling her toward the elevators with a determined pace. Amelie squeaked out a laugh, stumbling after him.

—Whoa, where’s the fire?— she teased, though her grin said she knew exactly where this was going.

Lando didn’t even look back at the rest of the guys as he threw over his shoulder, —If you’ll excuse me, I’m going to have victory sex with my girlfriend.—

A collective groan erupted behind them.

—OH MY GOD,— George gagged. —Did you really just say that out loud?—

—He really did,— Charles muttered, rubbing his temples like this whole day had given him a headache.

—Victory sex? He actually said “victory sex.” Out loud. In public.— Alex looked personally attacked. —There are children on this earth, you know.—

But Lando didn’t care.

He was already hitting the elevator button like a man on a mission, practically dragging Amelie with him, both of them laughing breathlessly. The doors dinged open, and he pulled her inside. Before they could even turn around, his hands were on her waist and her mouth was back on his.

The doors started to close.

—DON’T DO IT IN THERE!— George shouted.

—DON’T PRESS THE EMERGENCY STOP!— Charles added frantically.

But the last thing they saw before the doors shut was Amelie wrapping her arms around Lando’s neck as they kissed like the world had ended and their only job now was to make up for lost time.

—God, they’re like horny teenagers,— Alex mumbled, staring blankly at the closed elevator like it had betrayed him.

—No, worse,— Charles sighed. —Teenagers have shame.—

George looked down at his phone. —Ten bucks says they don’t even make it to the room.—

—Ten? Bro, triple it. They’re probably stopping on the fifth floor just to get a head start.—

They stood there in resigned silence for a beat, then Alex muttered, —We need new friends.—

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[blueberri-blu]

Hi hi! Can I request Rise Donnie seeing his s/o wearing a "I <3 nerds" shirt?

Hiii!! Of course! I love it when y'all send requests! At first, I was thinking of making headcanons... But then my mind came up with a much funnier idea, so I present to you this Oneshot (⁠ʘ⁠ᴗ⁠ʘ⁠✿⁠)

I <3 Nerds ✯

[Rise]Donnie x gn!reader

Slightly Suggestive

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April gifted you the shirt as a gag gift, a white shirt with black writing that said "I <3 Nerds"

It had been sitting in the back of your closet, waiting for a good use for it. You were always teasing him, whether it was moving some of his things only a couple centimeters, or sitting in his lap while he's working.

You randomly remembered the shirt while getting dressed and thought, why not?, you didn't think you'd actually get a reaction from him.

So, you wore the t shirt and some comfy pants and went down to the lair.

You said hi to Mikey and Leo who were in the living room, and waved to Raph who was training, and made a beeline to the lab

When you opened the door and walked in, you noticed Donnie was standing and working on his jetpack. You walked over to him and tapped him on the shoulder

He turned to you, giving you his full attention, "Oh, hello dearest, I don't remember you notifying me of your visit?" "Sorry Don, it's just my schedule cleared up, so I thought I'd come see you!" Your happy grin made him relax a bit. "Well in that case, allow me to finish up here, and I will accompany you to the kitchen for some pizza" "aaaaaalrighty don" he quirked an eyebrow at your elongated word, a clear sign you were up to something

While he was working, he kept shooting you suspicious glances, almost as if to tell you to fess up what it was you were up to

But you stayed quiet, albeit, grinning like the Cheshire cat, but quiet. Once he finished, Donnie walked over to you, and gave you a hug, allowing his head to fall onto your shoulder.

"Doooooniiiieeeee" oh no he thought, what did you do... "Yes, my love" "Did you see my shirt?" He looked at you curiously, then looking down, reading it, taking a second to process it, and saying "Oh, *amused chuckle* well now, so you love Nerds, hm?" "It's what the shirt says" "hmph well, it's completely inaccurate"

You had seen Donnie jealous a couple times, he'd normally end up with his hand on your waist, and him telling you about all the amazing things he's done, but this was a feeling you couldn't quite place

Donnie grabbed your waist, hoisted you up onto his desk, standing between your legs. He reached over you, your face all too close to his plastron, grabbing a black permanent marker. He proceeded to scratch out the "Nerds" part of your shirt while saying "I am not a nerd, I am a genius, there is quite the difference dearest"

After scratching out "nerd" he wrote "My Genius, Donnie" on it , only in purple marker instead. And since he already had you here, he might as well take advantage.

You were blushing, definitely not thinking he'd react this way. Donnie closed the distance between you two. He kissed you until your lips were red and puffy, then started to trail kisses down your neck. Once he reached the base of your neck, he stopped, and he whispered "Do you want to be mine?" you were putty in his hands, too lost in how much affection he was giving you, you just nodded. He proceeded to leave little bite marks on your shoulder, and then licking and kissing them better.

Once your shoulder was covered in Donnie's bites, he pulled away, satisfied with his work. "I suggest we hurry if you still want pizza, surely Leo will have no issue finishing a box by himself, My Love" you were still a bit hazed from his onslaught, but followed anyway.

You will be getting more of these shirts for him to "correct"

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I loved this idea! Maybe I went a little overboard, but... I regret nothing. I really hope you enjoyed it! I love y'all <3

[wonderingpanda]

Remember back in high school the juiciest gossip was always about someone like-like-ing someone else? Will you write headcanons or something about the Mayhem boys hearing a rumor about someone (Reader) like-like-ing them? What would they do with this super important information?

I just really need some fluffy goofy high school shenanigans now-a-days.

Have You Heard?

MM!Turtles x Reader

This was so much fun to write. I loved adding hints of my own comedy and little cliches while giving each turtle their own individual story to follow. Thank you for the request, enjoy!

Leo

This was unexpected

Oh this was VERY unexpected

See Leo was a loser

He didn’t get to be cool, he didn’t get to be  smart, he didn’t get to be funny and he didn’t get the girl

At least that’s what he thought

According to April though, this was entirely inaccurate

According to April, you’d had a crush on him for the last month

Someone went a whole MONTH harbouring romantic feelings for him!

And not just anyone; his cool, pretty friend whom he had fallen head-over-heels for the first day they met

This was unbelievable!

Of course his brothers didn’t believe him

I mean, why would they? According to them, he naturally makes girls gravitate away from him

Now it’s not like you knew April told Leo this

You had simply shared the information during a sleepover and blindly trusted her

A bad choice really considering sharing news was her whole gig

Still you were none-the-wiser the next day as to why Leo was anxiously pulling at his shirt

Or why he avoided your eyes like the plague

Or why when you chose to sit next to him in geography he felt like his heart was about to erupt

You had no clue

So what was Leo to do in this situation?

Trust in April’s words and confess his feelings, risking the possibility of making things more awkward?

Or stay silent and let fate decide when was right, risking losing the chance to be with you forever?

It was a tough choice

But Leo’s a wimp so obviously he wasn’t going to say anything

That was until his brothers forced him to

Donnie had cleverly hacked his computer to send an email to you, asking you to meet in one of the art rooms

He in turn did the same to your computer and gave explicit times to ensure you both crossed over

It was believing those emails that lead you to to your current situation

Locked in an art room by April and Leo’s insufferable brothers, forced to wait it out until you found a way to escape

Heart pounding, mind racing and palms sweating

Leo knew exactly what they wanted out of you two and he had no idea how to do it!

So… Guess we’re stuck, in here … Seems like it’ll be a while- Did I upset you Leo? What, no!? Really? Cause you’ve been acting weird all day Not because of you! Well it sure seems like it’s because of me! How!? You literally made a point to stare at nothing but the ground the second I tried talking to you today! I was nervous! Why were you nervous!? Because I really like you! I really, really like you And I guess the thought that you might like me back is so thrilling it’s kind of terrifying But I-I don’t expect you to feel the same, I get this is probably off-putting with the green and the shell and the baldness- Leo! You grabbed his head and forced him to finally meet you face-to-face No tan, hair-covered, bare-backed guy could ever make me feel the way I do for you

You quickly kissed him and upon pulling away realised he had melted into a puddly, flustered mess

And you were released from the art room

Eventually

In the end it was a win-win

April got to succeed in her matchmaking schemes, you got to kiss the turtle of your dreams, Leo got a girlfriend and his brothers had something new to tease him about

Ok, so maybe it wasn’t a 100% win for Leo but close enough

Raph

Raph had met you first when he joined the wrestling club at school and you just so happened to be there

You also happened to be there when he tried out for the track team

And footy team

And basketball team

And cricket team

And just about every single sport he experimented with

For some reason you were consistently always there, always in his head with your stupid pretty face and swooshy hair and bright eyes and dumb little smile

GOD WHY WERE YOU ALWAYS THERE &$!#%!!??

Well… since you seemed to follow him everywhere Raph figured he may as well befriend you

And you two got along well, soon enough it seemed like he had found his new best friend

Also it may have turned out that you’d been widely involved in the school’s sport program for years but we don’t talk about that!

Anyhow, you guys stuck together pretty consistently

Always hanging out and goofing off, ranting about teachers and friends

In a weird way you were also each other’s therapists, being forced to be the reasonable one whenever the other was in a firey state

His brothers greatly appreciated it as it meant they had to deal with less violent endeavours from him

If only Donnie hadn’t been feeling so bored that day, maybe then he’d still be alive

Or at least have a chance of living to the next day

See you and Raph had just been chilling at your locker while you grabbed stuff for class

No biggie, the closest you contact you had was Raph’s arm being slightly around you

But when Donnie came around and saw you two he couldn’t think of a better way to brighten his day than to embarrass his brother in front of the girl he’d been talking about for weeks

So as he walked by he slyly turned to you two, eyebrows raised and commented “You two look comfy” before contently strutting off

Raph’s face blended in with his mask as he stared angrily at his brother’s back

I’m gonna kill him Don’t I have P.E with him today

Donnie ended up returning home with a LOT of bruises that day

But it was worth it for the information he managed to squeeze out of you

All which he spouted to Raph like a proud toddler

Raph didn’t believe him

He genuinely didn’t

No way you had a crush on him

You liked to watch him wrestle for the fight not the visuals

And the only reason you were insistent on having him at your locker every morning was so you had someone to talk to. You’d replace him with any of your friends if they arrived earlier

Also, the fact that you showed off your muscles to him at a swim competition was purely to brag and in no way hinting towards any feelings!

Raph knew you didn’t like him and he could prove it

So Donnie dared him to ask you

Then after regaining consciousness, told Raph he’d call him out for being a wimp if he didn’t

3 beatings in one day, way to go Donnie!

So Raph wasn’t feeling too psyched the next day when he was talking to you and noticed Donnie’s lingering gaze but a guy’s gotta do what a guy’s gotta do (terrible under other context but you get the point)

Ok Y/n, now this is totally random but stupid Donnie has been nagging me to ask you. Do you like me? Like, like-like me Donnie told you that? No he just wanted me to ask- Well he’s right Huh? He told me you feel the same way, I’m assuming you do After all it would make sense as to why you’re constantly displaying signs of high dopamine, noradrenaline, releases of phenethylamine and hormonal changes around me I don’t know what any of those words mean but I love you You turned to him with a genuine smile I love you too, but it has only been a few weeks so can we just take things a bit slow for now? Uh huh Awesome

You gripped the top of his plastron and pulled the lovestruck turtle into a small kiss

Sadly you were torn apart when an annoying voice called out from across the hall

I told you so!

He bolted, but at least you two had managed to get together. Raph may have actually killed Donnie otherwise

Donnie

You and Donnie were childhood friends, platonic besties, a power duo of friendship

There were no romantic feelings between you two AT ALL

…

So it started in maths

You, Donnie and Leo were being the ultimate nerd trio, figuring out equations and such when one of the annoying kids, Harvey, thought it would be funny to call out

Hey Donnie! Did you know Y/n likes you!?

Some kids started laughing and others talking while you sat there with your face beet red

Donnie’s face flushed as he stumbled over his words, desperately trying to defend you which he didn’t succeed well in

He did take note of your reaction to the whole scenario which peaked his interest

(Side note: Leo did slightly enjoy the whole thing, finally not the butt of the joke 😃)

After that day Donnie’s thoughts grew

He had pictured these scenarios a thousand times in his head but never had they felt so possible

Asking you out, you asking him out, going on dates, exchanging gifts, hugging, crying, kissing

Then it happened again, sort of

He and Raph were leaving class together

Easy, simple, completely normal

Till a random girl, who he recognised as your friend, yelled from behind

Donnie, do you like Y/n!?

He panicked. What was he meant to say?

He couldn’t say yes, what if you didn’t like him? But what if you did like him?

However, they were getting further away and he only had seconds to answer

So he made the “smartest decision of his life” and called back

U-uh, um, no!

Since then you’d been more distant

And with all this evidence; Donnie became a full analyst

He noted down your behaviours, how you acted before and now

How your interests changed with him, when you were louder and quieter, what gestures you made to hint any feelings

He looked deep and saw all the signs

Sadly you were still pretty distant after what you heard from your friend and Donnie was determined to change that

First off, he tried to initiate more conversation and when you attempted to cut it short he kept pushing

No matter how hard his social anxiety was screaming he knew he had to keep conversations going

He also kept making an effort to sit next to you

Any scenario be it lunch, class or just general group hangouts; he was always by your side

And after a week or so when you seemed to be loosening up more he chose to take things a step further with physical contact

He’d give you a high-five, fist bump or hug as a greeting

Maybe lean on your shoulder or get closer when you were showing him something

Sometimes if he was feeling particularly happy he’d sneak his hand over yours

Soon enough, it seemed like you had finally gotten over everything and were back to your old self. But there was still something you had to address

Lunch time, alone. That’s when you chose to bring it up

Donnie, do-um… did uh my friend ever tell you anything a few weeks ago? He began choking on his food *Cough* N-no uh why? Well it’s just that the last few days you’ve been different Different how? Uh… just small stuff like the hand thing and I guess you’ve seemed a bit closer Oh! I mean psh, I just thought you were upset or something so I wanted to cheer you up, no big deal You thought I was upset? Why? Well you were acting more distant and I didn’t want to bring it up cause I thought it might be sensitive so I figured I’d just help on the side, you know? That’s actually really sweet. But are you sure there’s no other reason for it? Uh nope! None, I mean why else would I want to hug you and hold your hand and stuff it’s not like I have a crush on you. Cause that- that would be crazy you and me together like whaaat? A mutant and a human who, how!? Donnie Yes Did you lie to my friend? Maybe … So it wouldn’t be weird if we dated? I’d love it if we dated

Of course you kissed and both of you loved it

Donnie had never felt this happy in his whole life, not even when they saved the city!

And he had enough blackmail to shut his brothers up if they ever tried teasing you two

Mikey

You two were the best of buddies

Two peas in a pod

Always acting and performing at each others side

Mikey loved it

Mikey loved you

And the day he heard you may feel the same caused his mind and heart to simultaneously explode

It was Leo, of course it was Leo

They were in art discussing the struggles of having human crushes

It was when Leo said “At least yours likes you back” that he knew he screwed up

Mikey wasn’t panicked though, Mikey’s Mikey

He was of course very happy when he heard the news and didn’t leave Leo alone about it for days

Every waking moment was spent getting updates from Leo and insights into your friend group

And whenever you two saw each other be it before school, after school, breaks, in class or at improv, he was ecstatic

This guy just couldn’t get enough and made every effort to let you know he liked you

Soon enough he felt like he had enough confirmation on your feelings and gained the confidence to just go for it

It was during a game of freeze tag when he tapped out the person you were previously with and started a new scene

Jessie! Hey, thank gosh I found you Lucas, what’s up? I haven’t seen you in a while Oh well, you know, I’ve just been busy; things have been a bit different lately Different how? Well the word is that someone I know likes me but I just don’t know who That sure is a dilemma Yeah, if it’s the person I think it is though I recon it’ll end pretty well You got some hopes do you? Ahh just someone, nothing to worry about I don’t know if you’re associated Try me Alright well… they have h/c hair ooh and pretty e/c eyes! They’re also one of my closest friends and I don’t think they realise just how much I like them Wow Lucas that must be really keeping you on edge Yeah, if only I knew who it is At this point you and Mikey had moved so close to each other your hands were almost touching Mikey I- FREEZE!

And just like that, the scene was over

But not the story

At the end of the rehearsal you and Mikey walked out of school together and the discussion of feelings was unavoidable

You two were walking silently side-by-side till he finally said it

I like you Y/n Do you like me back? I like you so much Mikey you don’t even know

His face lit up as he cheerfully pulled you into a hug and spun around

You took the opportunity as he slowed down, cupped one of his cheeks and planted a kiss on his lips

From that day forward Mikey got to walk around boasting about having the greatest partner in all of New York

And you went on to kick Leo’s butt for exposing your secret so easily

Again, I loved writing this so much. Also I think I’m going to use indented for my Headcanons from now on (although I guess they’re more listed stories at this point). Anyway thank you for reading and please, have an awesome day/night wherever you are!✨

[blueskrugs]

I Know I Could Have Loved You | Brock Boeser

at long last, it's here! this is my fic for @wyattjohnston's winter fic exchange, written for @one-night-story! Once again, I am SO sorry this is a bit late, but I had a really brutal week.

I hope you enjoy!!

length: 2000 words

You met Brock Boeser in 2015 when you were both freshmen at the University of North Dakota.

He wasn't your best friend at first. 

In fact, he'd rolled his eyes and when you were forced to partner with him for a stupid project in your intro to stats course. You don't remember exactly when he did become your friend, but  before you knew it your weekends were spent watching hockey games, then going out for fast food french fries with Brock, or lounging in each other's dorm rooms while you did homework. (Or while you did homework, and Brock pretended to do his own.) 

You don't know when you fell in love with Brock Boeser, either, just that you did.

Brock dated a few people while at UND, like most of the hockey players did. They stuck around for a few weeks or months before disappearing. Brock never bothered to introduce you to any of them. You tried to not let it bother you. 

“You should move to Vancouver, "Brock said suddenly one summer day. He'd signed his ELC just a few months prior—instead of returning to UND with you in the fall, he’d be off to Vancouver for training camp with the Canucks. 

You were both tanning by the lake, and you lowered your sunglasses to look sideways at Brock. He wouldn't meet your eyes.

"Brock, some of us have to actually finish college before getting a job," you said. You still had 2 years before graduation. "And why the hell should I move to Vancouver?"

Brock shrugged, all forced nonchalance. "Well, I'll be there."

You scoffed. "Sure, from October to April." You didn't know anyone in Vancouver, excluding Brock, who only counted during hockey season anyway.

"But I'll miss you," Brock argued. "What am I supposed to do without you?"

"I think you'll manage just fine, Boes," you told him. "You survived this long without me before we met, didn't you? You can keep surviving now, too."

Brock pouts at you, but doesn't argue the point further, so you think that's the end of it. You put your sunglasses back in place on the bridge of your nose and settle back against your chair. You can’t deny that it leaves a nice fuzzy feeling in your chest that Brock thinks he’ll miss you so much that he’s begging you to join him in Vancouver.

Brock doesn’t bring it up again that summer, or for the next two years as you’re finishing up college, and you forget about the whole thing. The years pass; you graduate. 

Brock comes to your graduation party, kisses you on the cheek, and spends the afternoon charming your parents and your friends from high school and from UND. Brock always manages to stay within your orbit, never more than arm’s reach away from you. It’s nice, to have him back at your side like this. 

It's only when the party is over and Brock is helping clean up that he springs the question on you again.

"Have you thought about it at all?" he asks, apropos of absolutely fucking nothing.

You've had a few drinks, and it takes your brain a few seconds to catch up. "What?" you ask. "Thought about what?"

“Moving to Vancouver with me."

You already have a job lined up in your hometown. You haven't thought even once of moving to Vancouver instead.

"Brock, I can't just move to another country."

"What if I want you to?“

"Oh, sure, that will go over well on a visa application. ‘Because my bestfriend wants me to.’"

Brock sticks his tongue out at you.

"You should at least come and visit me," he pleads, "I really think you'll love it."

You roll your eyes at Brock. "I guess I can make time to visit,” you say, ignoring Brock's exaggerated cheer before he squishes you into a hug.

Brock manages to talk you into visiting him in June, because—in his words— "It's prettier in the summer."

He's not exactly wrong, you have to admit, after a week of traipsing around the city with Brock. You're watching a firework show with your head on Brock's shoulder when you realize you're starting to picture yourself in Vancouver, starting a real life here.

"D'you really think I could get a job here?” you murmur to Brock during a pause in the fireworks.

"What?” Brock asks. He turns to you. His blond hair glows in the light of the fireworks overhead. "Never mind,” you whisper back.

You begin searching for jobs in Vancouver that night, in the quiet darkness of Brock's spare bedroom.

Before you know it, you've lined up the perfect job—even better than the one you'd originally found back home, not that you'll ever tell Brock that—and Brock has helped you find an apartment in the city. 

"It's not far from me,” Brock had told you when he was helping you move in, "so you can come over and walk Milo and Coolie whenever."

"Oh, is that the real reason you wanted me to move out here?” you tease. "Free dog walking?"

Brock shrugs innocently but chuckles. "Well, I need someone to watch them when we're on road trips and stuff.”

You throw a wad of bubble wrap at him.

Later, while you and Brock are eating pizza on your living room floor, Brock flops into his back and sighs. You poke him in the head with your foot.

"You good, buddy?” you ask.

"What do you think of dating apps?” Brock says, which isn't really an answer.

You've always been too scared to try dating apps yourself. Instead of telling Brock that, you say, "You're a professional athlete.” And a very attractive one, but you don’t say that part. "What do you need dating apps for?”

Brock looks up at you from his sprawl on your floor. "Because I'm tired of being single?” he asks.

You flip him off. You don't say, I'm single, too, you could always date me. You got used to putting aside your feelings for Brock a long time ago.

"And you think dating apps are the solution? You didn't have any issues getting people to date you in North Dakota.”

Brock rolls his eyes. "I didn't play for the Canucks, then. It's all people I meet now seem to care about.”

You're still not sure how dating apps will solve that problem.

As if he hears your unspoken question, Brock continues. "At least this way, I can weed out puck bunnies or whatever a lot faster, instead of wasting my time.” He cranes his neck around so he can look at you directly. "So will you help me or not?” 

You think you'd rather get stabbed directly in the heart than to help Brock date someone else, but you never could say no to him.

"Fine, whatever,” you say. "Gimme your phone.” 

You're already regretting your decision less than ten minutes later as you watch Brock scroll through his camera roll to add pictures to his profile.

"You can't use your official headshot!” you tell him, trying to snatch his phone. "People are going to think they're getting catfished.”

"I don't have a lot of good pictures of myself!” Brock protests.

You've nixed three more photos—all pictures Brock has evidently stolen from the team's social media—("Why the hell do you save all these, anyway?”)—when Brock throws his hands up and passes you his phone.

"You do it then,” he tells you.

Brock's own camera roll is obviously useless, so you pull out your own phone. It only takes a few minutes of scrolling for you to pluck a handful of good photos out of your camera roll and Airdrop them to Brock. He's looking at you a little strangely when you hand his phone back.

"What?” you ask.

"I didn't know you took so many pictures of me,” he says. 

"I don't take that many,” you defend weakly. It's not like you have an entire album on your phone of pictures of him, or anything. 

Brock drops the subject, but you still feel uneasy as you continue helping him finish his profile. The two of you spend almost an hour bickering over which prompts to choose or the answers Brock writes for them before Brock deems his profile "good enough”.

"'Good enough?'” you argue. “This profile is a masterpiece,” you declare. "We'll get you cuffed in time for Christmas.”

Brock snorts at you. "All thanks to you,” he says, smacking a kiss to your cheek.

You try not to feel any particular way about it.

Brock spends the next few weeks bringing you his dating app matches to "approve.” He even shows you some of the funny ones—mostly girls tripping over themselves for the chance to sleep with The Brock Boeser of the Vancouver Canucks. He gets a lot of matches. 

You try to muster the appropriate enthusiasm for Brock, as he seems to be throwing himself into this endeavor with all the energy he throws into hockey.

It's hard, though, when all you can do is compare yourself to them. You wonder what Brock sees in them that he’s never seen in you.

Brock never seems to notice if your encouragement is lackluster.

Matches turn into a revolving door of first dates for Brock. A few times, first dates turn into second dates, and even into a third date or two. 

You force yourself to stop obsessively keeping track of his dates, and to pretend like each date he goes on doesn't drive the knife even deeper into your heart.

Brock's in the middle of telling you about his latest date—you think he’s been seeing this person for nearly a month—when he stops abruptly in the middle of a sentence.

"Are you okay?” he asks.

"Yeah? Why wouldn't I be?” you say. It doesn’t sound very confident, even to your ears. 

"You've got that look on your face, the one where you're mad at me, but trying to pretend that you're not.”

You try to arrange your face into something more neutral.

"I'm not mad at you, Brock,” you say. You don't think he believes you. 

"So why do you always get all—” Brock gestures vaguely at your face. “—pissy whenever I talk about my dates?”

"I do not! And besides, I didn't know moving to Vancouver meant a front row seat to your dating life! Don't you have teammates to talk about this shit with?”

Brock scoffs. "They don't care about my dating life, and, apparently, neither do you.” 

"Brock, it's not that I don't care—” 

Brock cuts you off. "Then what is it?”

"I care too much!”

"What?” he says.

"Dammit, Brock, why don't you want to date me?” you snap.

Brock shakes his head. You probably shouldn't have said that.

"What do you mean?” he asks slowly.

"You heard me the first time, Boeser. Why are you searching all over Vancouver for someone to date when I've been here the whole time?” 

Brock takes a step closer to you. You take a step backwards; your kitchen is small, and you end up trapped against the counter.

"The whole time? "Brock repeats dumbly.

You could slap him. "Yes, Brock. Boy, it's a good thing you're pretty and good at hockey, because you can be really stupid sometimes.”

"Hang on,” Brock says. He's moved even closer. "How was I supposed to know?”

"Do you think I'd more to another country for anyone?” you ask.

"Oh,” Brock says. Then he says, "For how long?”

"Huh?”

“How long have you been in love with me?” Brock asks.

“I don't know, sometime freshman year, I guess.” There was never really a lightbulb moment for you; your feelings for Brock grew and morphed so slowly you almost didn't notice until it was too late.

Brock kisses you then, crushing you up against the cabinets with the force of it. His hands are warm on your hips, his lips gentle and firm against yours.

You pull away, a little breathless.

Brock grins at you. “If I had known this was an option, I would have kissed you a long time ago.”

"So, can we delete that dating app now?” you ask, forehead resting on Brock's shoulder.

"We can do whatever you want,” Brock says, leaning in to kiss you again.

You suppose deleting his dating profile can wait a little while.

[ponyojada]

Yesterday was april 18th, Friday.

Here in México that's Viernes Santo, there's a religious procession and stuff, but you know what else happened yesterday? SYLUS' BIRTHDAY. And you know what I thought about?

TAKING SYLUS TO VISIT YOUR LATAM RANCHO FOR HIS BIRTHDAY

My nephew and niece are always glued to me, so I can imagine Sylus would be there, carrying the children up and entertaining them while trying to help arrange the alfombra (idk how to translate that but just search "alfombra de semana santa" and you'll understand)

Have you seen his hands? At the end of the day they're stained with a various array of colors because he was the chosen one to mix the pigments into the sawdust whenever a color ran out.

He definitely uses the colored sawdust as projectile to play with the kids of the house and whoever wants to join too. He's soft at first and with the kids, he takes it a bit farther if anyone who's not from the family hits one of the children too hard.

Now, here are two options, if you like to see whole procession,

he'll probably hold the ladder for everyone else to climb up the roof and have a better view of the street

He's so sweet, he'd volunteer to hold one of the sunshades/umbrellas that one of your aunts, your grandma, or even mother is holding

He'd have this analytical look when seeing people passing by, asking why some are barefoot or even on their knees. You'd explain and he'd probably raise his eyebrows.

At the end, he'd help everyone get onto the ladder to go down

And if you don't like to watch it, either for the noise or the amount of people (this stuff activates my fight or flight istg),

You chose to stay inside, since the sound of the drums and whips along with people singing their prayers made you nervous. Sylus still helped hold the ladder, but he went back to you.

To keep yourself busy, you started to make the batter to fry the fish your family bought; Sylus, of course, helped without an issue and even added some stuff. Our chef man wants to give a good impression.

Whenever he wants to get close to the fridge, you usher him away so he doesn't see the cake hidden in there, so you end up being his delivery of ingredients.

You two begin to prepare the fish while those who want to see the procession are up on the roof.

Anyways, once the whole thing is done,

It's time to eat before picking up whatever mess was left on the street.

As a joke, you stab a small candle on the top piece of fish from one of the plates from where y'all are gonna serve yourselves.

He looks so genuinely thankful that your grandma scolds you for teasing him "pobre muchacho, diosito te va a castigar" (poor young man, god (affectionate) is gonna punish you)

Sylus bonds with your grandma from then on. Be prepared for all the stories that sweet old woman will tell.

There's music on the stereo, and some drinks are starting to get passed; you wait until everyone is done eating to go find the cake under the disguise of cleaning the table off.

He, ever the gentleman, offers his help; but with your refusal and the promise of more stories from grandma and the rest of the table, he relents, not without kissing your forehead as if you were a soldier leaving home to go to war. He can be dramatic too.

You come back with the cake, a candle lit on top of it while you step carefully to not give yourself away. Of course, that doesn't seem to work because he's got a sixth sense for you. His eyes find you, and you can't even try to playfully scold him because his eyes squint as he smiles so brightly that it takes everything in you to keep moving steadily without making the candle turn off or the cake to fall down.

You all sing him happy birthday. He doesn't budge. His eyes are still glued to you.

Your family urges you to sit back beside him, and a lot of pictures are taken before everyone gets to enjoy the cake and the celebration.

In the end, he helps with whatever is necessary. Washing the dishes? He's glad to help. Cleaning the sawdust from outside? He's asking where the brooms are. He's overall super eager to help and fit in without knowing that you have already been texted and told by various members of your family about their approval to your handsome boyfriend.

[unreleasedwrites]

I LOVED the gitae fic it was so good😔🙏 We need part two where Maybe he feels pity for us and takes us out to eat or smth, you do the magic im bad at writing lmao 🤧

Thank uuu♡♡♡♡

A Planned Coincidence (pt. 1) (pt. 2)

“Where’s the fun in spoiling it? How about I show you instead?”

summary: You’ve been stuck in the same warehouse you woke up in about three weeks ago, and no matter what plan you would make to escape— it’s no use and you’d only get in trouble. One of the times you did try with Gitae around, he had to clean up after you and the topic of your friends came up and so you begged to meet them. Unfortunately, it didn’t go as planned and you ended up ignoring Gitae for days. Eventually, he decided he’d take you out in hopes you’d finally speak to him.

character(s) included: Gitae Kim x fem!reader

cw: swearing, implied kidnapping, very toxic, same warnings as my first gitae fic (part 1) , yandere gitae, mentions of blood, death, kissing, suggestive, nicknames, cartel mentions, this is FICTIONAL, abuse, mentions of drugs, guns, his axe, implied cannibalism, a bunch of crimes so beware dark and possibly disturbing content

unwrapped on: Tuesday Morning, April 30 2024

wrapped up on: Friday Evening, May 03 2024

published on: Friday Evening, May 03 2024

“You tired of playin’ these stupid fucking games yet, doll?” Gitae said in an agitated tone, as he held your bruised hand and covered it in bandages. Afterwards, he planted a light kiss on top.

You remained dead silent and only looked towards the ground of the warehouse you were trapped in. You accidentally injured yourself in another one of your escape attempts, so here Gitae was, taking "care" of you once again with some condescending mockery.

“Well? Now you’re gonna go and play the quiet game with me, huh?” He said with a slightly more irritated expression on his face.

“Look at me when i’m speaking to you.” He said and he grabbed your chin to meet eye to eye with him, and you could tell he looked angry. He tightened his grip on your already bruised hand, causing you to yelp in pain from how much pressure was applied.

“Gitae.. I-I—, I was wondering if yo—” You were trying to speak when a few rounds of open fire suddenly interrupted you. You flinched and a visibly frightened expression was evident on your face. Gitae saw this and took you into his arms to face him, while on his lap so that he could straddle you and stroke your hair.

“Sorry about the noise, little girl. Just part of my men’s duties, I’ll let them know to keep it down though,” he said in a less irritated tone.

“Back to where we left at earlier.. Why do you keep tryna fucking escape?” He said in a slightly more raised tone.

“To leave..? Isn’t the answer to that question already kind of already a given?” You replied.

“Leave?” He scoffed, “and just where exactly would a little girl like you go? If I can recall, the friends you came to Mexico have gone missing.. And technically, you’re now known as a missing person, just like your four other friends.”

“Gitae, I hate to have to ask but— Did you have anything to do with those disappearances by chance? You’re speaking as though you know all about it and from what I’ve seen in the past few days..”

He cut you off and laughed, “did I? I thought that was already a given from when I took you here, was it not?”

“I think I get it now, I’m next.. Aren’t I?” You replied.

“What? When the hell did I ever hint something even close to that? I was talking about your little friends, they’re alive, but let me just tell you now that they won’t be for very long if you keep continuing this bullshit of trying to leave me.”

“They’re alive—? Where are they?! Can I please, pleaseee see them, pretty pleaseee??” You begged with your usual pouty face.

“It’s hard to say no when you say it like that,” he said as he held your cheeks together with his hand, “if you’re good for the rest of the day, I might consider it. How’s that for a deal, doll?”

“Deal!” You exclaimed and he tapped his cheek with his finger a few times while saying, “but first~?”

You then tried to give him a kiss on the cheek but he swiftly turned his head so that your lips would land on his instead, and it worked. Despite your situation, you turned into a blushing hot mess and Gitae simply laughed at your reaction, thinking “how cute.”

A little fast forward into that same day, the sun was finally setting, so you may finally get to see your friends again. You waited patiently in the warehouse, sat on top of some boxes, reading the books Gitae gave you to pass time while he was out doing who knows what.

Some kind of bell or alarm started to ring and from what you’ve been observing in the past three weeks, that alarm means that it’s around 8 or 9 in the evening, where most of Gitae’s “men” go out to do unspeakable acts that you’ve witnessed at some point.

Usually, This was around the time you’d try escaping the warehouse because everyone was way too busy to watch over you and most of the men there have left the warehouse, getting on some sketchy vehicles with all sorts of equipment, weaponry, and drugs. The remaining people were either asleep or high in the clouds.

But when you start to see the men leave, you’d usually start to see the second batch of men arrive with Gitae. You’ve noticed a pattern where half of the men go out with Gitae during the day and the rest of the men go out during the night and what similarity both batches shared was that they all came back bloody, smelling really odd, and sometimes Gitae would bring you what he calls a souvenir,— human flesh from one of his victims. Anytime Gitae would do that, you just ignored him for the next hour or two, depending on just how much his patience is willing to endure from you being a so called “brat.”

But, it was around 8 in the evening when the bell had rang, and now it’s past midnight. Yet you haven’t seen or heard from Gitae at all.

Reluctantly, you finally resorted to asking the men around to which they only replied with stuff like, “just give him another half hour and he’ll be here. He’s probably just ran into some trouble with a gang fight or somethin like that.”

One of the men was nice enough to give you some paper that you used to make little bookmarks for the various books you had.

Gitae usually takes you to sleep with him in one of the compartments of the warehouse that led to a bedroom, but since he wasn’t here and you had no idea on how to get in there, you fell asleep on the floor beside some boxes.

You woke up the next morning when you overheard a bunch of men who sounded like they were arguing. And weirdly enough, you were on the bed in the hidden compartment of the warehouse, with Gitae fast asleep beside you. His breathing was steady and he looked tired so you decided to just look around and take mental notes of what the room looked like. It was very different from the rest of the warehouse and was pretty cozy. Gitae’s usual leather jacket was hung on a chair nearby and you noticed some of his belongings on the table. One of which, was a gun. It had you thinking if you wanted to risk your entire life, jumping off the bed to get the gun which was on his side of the room, and shoot him blank.

But that was stupid, what about all the men outside? Gitae told you he isn’t a fan of silencers on his personal guns. They’ll definitely rush over thinking that you in fact, did something— because they all know that Gitae wouldn’t dare hurt you to such a foul extent.

So, you scratched that thought and looked at the door, where does that lead? You thought to yourself. Before you could even continue thinking as you were sat up on the bed, you heard Gitae suddenly start speaking in a raspy morning voice, “what are you up to, little girl? Shouldn’t you still be asleep in my arms?” You turned over to see Gitae, with messy morning hair, not in his usual state of a few loose strands with his hair slicked back.

“Nothing, I was jus-” You stopped for a moment when you saw Gitae sit up and reach for his gun, “doll, could you riddle me this,” he said.

You nodded in response and he spoke as he loaded his gun, “did you try to escape in any form and at any time yesterday?”

He looked you dead in the eye while readjusting compartments of his gun, you lost focus and started to stare at his hands fiddling around with the gun to which he suddenly snapped his fingers, “my eyes are up here, what did I tell you yesterday?” His eyes narrowed and you responded with, “to always look you in the eye when you speak..?”

“Correct. Now, answer.” He slowly finished prepping his gun.

“I didn’t, you could ask the men out there for proof of that.” You said.

“I already did, they told me you were finding me last night? Is that true, my pretty doll?” He said as he caressed your face.

“Well, you were taking much longer than expected to arrive.. A-and you did tell me that if I was good for the rest of the day, I’d get to meet my friends..” You said hesitantly.

“Right.. About those little friends of yours,” he spoke as he placed the gun on the table and your eyes widened, “what about them..?”

“Hoho, do you wanna find out for yourself?” He said with a smirk on his face.

“Gitae.. What do you mean..?”

“Where’s the fun in spoiling it? How about I show you instead?”

“Fine then,” you replied.

Gitae stood up from the bed and so did you, it was still about 4 in the morning so it was cold outside of the bedroom, which is why Gitae put his leather jacket on you since you weren’t wearing much.

He unlocked the door with some sort of key that he took from a high shelf you couldn’t reach for yourself. Before he even swung the door open after unlocking it, he took a blindfold and placed it on you first, something that typically happens whenever you guys were going to leave the bedroom. From there he just carries you to the main open area of the warehouse to which he then takes the blindfold off once you’ve arrived around the usual boxes you stay at.

“So.. Where are they??” You asked visibly confused, tilting your head to the side as you looked up at Gitae.

“Silly girl, they aren’t here.. They’re at some other location we’ll be driving to,” he replied as he looked at one of the men who usually drove you and Gitae around. To which that man immediately left, starting up one of the cars that were outside.

“Awh, but it’s so early.. It doesn’t even look like it’s 5 in the morning, why would you suggest we go now..?” You pouted as you looked at Gitae, because of how sleepy you were he had to hold you with one of his hands to keep you from falling.

“Don’t worry, sleeping beauty— It’s a few hours to get to where they’re at, so you could just sleep on me in the meantime.” He replied as he carrier you once again and took you to the car.

He positioned you on his lap to face him and you settled your head in the crook of his neck, slowly drifting away. He gave you kisses on the top of your head and stroked your hair while you gently caressed his shoulders. You fell asleep easily and stayed in the same position.

Eventually, the car parked at some hidden area which appeared to be in a secluded part of a forest. You were still asleep when you guys arrived so Gitae started pressing kisses all over you. You started feeling ticklish from all of it and woke up.

Not even sure how you guys got here because you didn’t see a road to drive on but you didn’t question it.

“Good morning doll~ We’ve arrived, would you like to finally meet your little friends?” Gitae asked you, who was still sleepy and had woken up from a good dream, still not processing anything.

You simply nodded and clung onto Gitae’s shirtless body because you were too tired to even try getting up and walking.

Gitae carried you with ease and walked towards what appeared to be a pretty run down building, but what it specifically looked like was a blur to you because of how out of it you still were at the time.

An awful stench was evident from the exact moment you were in the building. A loud screech coming from a girl was heard all throughout the large building, echoing amongst the floors. The voice sounded a little too familiar, almost as if it were one of your friends producing a vile screech, a desperate scream for urgent help. The echo suddenly came to a stop without repeating the rest of the noise. Gitae tried to assure you that was someone else but it was no use, you were in an environment you’ve never been in before, hearing all sorts of things. You were terrified and started to both panic and cry, while you were still in Gitae’s arms. He started to get irritated with how your current state was, he even threatened to hit you if you didn’t stop screaming and crying, trying to get away from him. You ran off into some other part of the large building, hiding from him. At first, he was annoyed but decided to play your little game of hide and seek. But, couldn’t find you and so he started to punch different walls, some of which collapsed in an attempt to find you easier and to get you out.

He couldn’t take it anymore and pulled out his axe, he said that you had exactly 5 seconds to reveal yourself or this wouldn’t end well.

“This is a stupid fucking game, Y/N. 5,” he started his countdown, “4,” and you knew better than to disobey, so hesitantly “3,” you started to leave your hiding spot to reveal yourself, “2,” before he could even reach 1, you were on your knees behind him, sobbing.

“Gi-Gitae, please..” You sniffled, “I already have gotten a good idea of what you did with them, so please.. I don’t need to see it for myself.”

He scoffed, “after you just ran and hid from me? Yeah, I don’t fucking think so.” He grabbed you by your hair harshly and dragged you to the basement floor. And that’s where you saw another nightmare right in front of you, from the scene of the group of men who attacked you, to your own closest friends, all dead.

Except one of them, she was your closest friend in the entire group and she was completely unharmed. But had to closely witness all that was done to the other girls. She was tied up with chains and from what you know, her voice was the noise you heard earlier.

Which had you wondering, why did her screaming suddenly stop? But instead of focusing on that, you looked over to Gitae who has never looked so angry before. His grip on your hair was only becoming tighter as you tried pleading with him.

You were terrified to know that in any second, Gitae could literally crush your skull with his bare hands if he wanted to, but he didn’t. Gitae suddenly let go of the grasp he had on your hair and looked down on you, “I’m letting you know in advance that what happens next is thanks to you being such a brat.” He then struck his axe at your friend, multiple agonizing times while the one man that was there forced you to watch, holding you at gunpoint and purposely turning your head in the direction of both Gitae and your friend.

Gitae looked back at you after he struck your friend with his axe so many times that she’s no longer recognizable, you were a sobbing, pitiful, and distressed mess. You were screaming at him, begging him to stop, all the while trying to break free from the man’s harsh grip on you but it was no use and you couldn’t do anything at all.

I won’t go into too many details but it was extremely gruesome and gut wrenching. By the time Gitae finally decided he was finished, he threw the axe at your direction, purposely missing by just an inch to slightly scar your neck (since you were moving around a lot, it just barely scraped the side of your neck).

You yelped, Gitae then took a part of her flesh, and bit it— but unlike the last time, he ate this entirely and licked his fingers clean. He then spoke out “clean this place up, (insert name of man who was holding you).” To which the guy nodded and finally let go of you, you fell immediately to the ground and continued sobbing, you were twitching at this point from how terrified you were.

Gitae then looked over to you, he’s seen you upset but he’s never seen you this upset before. He looked back at the girl he had just mauled and at the other girls that were laying dead on the floor. That’s weird, he was starting to feel— bad for you?

Gitae spoke with someone on the phone and after, he carried you to the car. You never stopped sobbing and you were trembling as Gitae had you on his lap, facing his blood scattered face and body. He was trying his best to comfort you but you were ignoring him. Eventually, the car started to move and you knew this was gonna be a long ride, but you just kept on sniffing while your head was nestled in between the crook of his neck. He took the hint that you really weren’t gonna talk to him at all, so he stroked your hair with his unstained hand while you silently sobbed, clinging onto him so tightly that it left marks on his body. He also bandaged up the tiny scar you got coming from his axe.

A few days had passed and you still hadn’t spoken to Gitae no matter how many times he tried or how much he threatened you.

He was fed up, but he had an idea that might just work. He decided he’d take you out for dinner at one of the places that had gambling addicts so no staff would care. He hadn’t told you all about his plan yet but he had some guy book a reservation and he went out to buy you a little gift. You didn’t know of any of this because you couldn’t understand Spanish so you were just reading books in the corner.

He went out to buy you some clothes that he was badly hoping you’d like. He bought you more sleepwear and a cute outfit that you could wear on your little date with him. He bought some more things you mentioned you like, like some more books he knows nothing about.

He arrived back at the warehouse at around 5:30 in the evening and asked you to come with him, he blindfolded you and brought you to a bathroom. It was much nicer than the usual bathroom and you were assuming that this was another compartment of the warehouse.

He told you to shower, and you nodded in response. But, he was just standing at the doorway, staring at you. So you just stood there.

“Well?” He rose a brow, “I thought you wanted a shower, what are you doing just standing there?”

You gulped and finally spoke for the first time in days, “d-do you really.. have to watch..?”

He looked you up and down, “either I watch or join you, take your pick.” You remained silent, you didn’t want either of that.

He scoffed and put the blindfold on you once again, you could hear him fiddling with his belt and clothes rustling. After, he started to undress you as well, disposing of your clothes in the trash.

He turned on the running water in the bathtub and while it filled, he was doing some things but you couldn’t see so you had no idea. He took you into his arms and the next thing you felt was pure water, you haven’t showered in a while so this was a bliss. He took your blindfold off and to your surprise, you were on top of him in the bathtub. He gently sunk you into the water, and laid you on his figure, showering your hair with water.

He then applied different products on your hair and massaged your scalp. after he finished washing your hair and body, he started fondling around with your body.

“Your skin is so soft, doll,” he said as he played with your boobs. You lightly moaned from what he was doing and he smirked, “you like that, don’t you?” You subconsciously bucked your hips in response which caused him to twitch down there. You could feel his dick on you and he started aggressively kissing you. Things escalated and you ended up having to take a second bath.

“Doll~, I forgot to mention it because you riled me up so much earlier that I lost the chance to— butt, we’re going out tonight and I bought you some clothes.” Gitae said as he took out some unfamiliar clothes from the shelf and started to dress you while he was still in a towel.

After you were fully dressed, he smiled at you and commented, “you look adorable, just like a doll.”

Afterwards, he got dressed and was finally wearing something other than just jeans. He was wearing black pants and a formal shirt. You thought he looked handsome in his outfit so you commented, “you look handsome, Gitae,” you giggled. He chuckled and planted light kisses on the top of your head.

You guys then went out and arrived at some nice and flashy building. It was weird at first, you couldn’t possibly fathom why he would do this. Either way, you just went it.

“Well?” Gitae suddenly spoke as you were sat across from him, in a nice restaurant.

“Thank you,” you replied as you looked around the secluded spot you guys were sat at.

Gitae sighed, “still not happy?” He frowned.

You simply looked at him, pouting. To which he pouted back at you mockingly.

The food eventually arrived and Gitae wanted you to try some of his rare practically live ass steak, so he fed you some of it with his fork. You made a dissatisfied face and he laughed at your reaction. He loves the way you react to absolutely anything, he finds it adorably irresistible.

“Thank you,” you said as you were about halfway done with your meal.

“I don’t care for words, you silly little girl. How about you just show me your appreciation after dinner?” He said with a smirk.

You didn’t take the hint and so you asked, “how?”

He laughed at your response, “I’ll give you a better idea once we’re in the car, and once were back in bed, you continue wherever we left off in the car.” Your eyes narrowed until you finally understood what he meant to which you looked at him with a pout while you were chewing your food.

“What kinds of food do you like?” Gitae suddenly asked as he looked at your food then at you.

You shrugged, “I’m not really picky, but I do have my preferences and dislikes.. For instance, that steak you’re eating or any sort of steak.”

He looked at his food, “it’s delicious, how could you not like it?”

“We have wayyyy different diets, I’ve seen you eat raw meats of all sorts you bastard.”

“Awh, how am I bastard?” He pouted, but deep inside he was amused and enjoying this.

“Because of your question about food! I suddenly had a flashback about my friend, whom you took a bite of!” You said, somewhat sarcastically because you know how moody Gitae is and you didn’t want him to get angry at you again.

He just laughed, “I remember that, she tasted alright too, I should’ve had seconds.” You rolled your eyes and he was only more amused and said, “but because of your whining and puffy eyes, I had no choice but to leave as soon as I finished the job. Such a pity.”

“Hey, would it kill you to have some remorse?” You said as you picked up some meat with your fork and lifted it up to his mouth.

“I don’t really like this, but it seems like something you’d like.” You said as he was chewing what you just gave him. He would never admit it, but you feeding him made him feel something.

“It tastes good, I thought you said you weren’t a picky eater?”

“I’m not,” you said as you grabbed more of that meat on your fork and fed a bunch of it to him. He was genuinely so happy inside and his amusement turned into butterflies because for once, you weren’t scared of him and he for some reason, cared about that pretty badly.

Your guys’ dinner date went on like normal, exchanging words and actually getting to know each other.

Eventually you felt the need to use the restroom so you mustered up the courage to ask permission to go.

“Gitae,” he turned his gaze over to you and mumbled in response.

“Could I use the women’s room, please?”

Gitae looked around, “I’m trusting you don’t need me to make sure that no stupid attempts of leaving will happen?” He asked sternly.

“Yes, I promise.”

“Fine then, go ahead but don’t take too long.” You nodded in response and excused yourself from the table.

And just as you said, you did go to the women’s room. And just as you promised, you came back right after. While you were making your way back to the table, you saw that Gitae was approached by two guys who he seemed to have known from somewhere.

You got back to the table and the two men that Gitae was talking to looked over to you. They looked to have been working in the casino area of the building.

One of them turned back to Gitae and said, “I see now why a guy like you is brought to a place like this. I’m guessing she’s your girlfriend, right?” You all looked at Gitae who replied with a smile, “yes, she is.”

“Damn, you’re one lucky guy. She’s gorgeous from top to bottom!” One of the guys exclaimed as he placed his hand on your shoulder, rubbing it intensely. Gitae stared at his hand then at him.

How dare he lay his hand on something I own? He’ll pay for even daring to look at what clearly isn’t his. Gitae thought to himself.

“Well, we’ve gotta get going now.. But you two enjoy your night, especially the pretty lady over here,” one of the guys said as he stroked your hair and then proceeded to walk away.

You turned over to Gitae who looked like his veins were popping out of his skull and his aura seemed to have changed. He then looked back at you and smiled, “don’t mind them, I’ll make sure to deal with them some other time. But not tonight, tonight’s supposed to be our night.” He tried to keep his composure.

“Right.. Who were they anyway? And must they be so touchy..?”

“They’re friends with some of the people I know, but they won’t be for long.” He said as he took the final bite of his food and placed his fork down.

It’s safe to say that those two were never seen again, and the police didn’t even open an investigation about the disappearances when it happened. Soon, the news about those two guys went cold and if anything, any trace or information of them was wiped out entirely.

notes: I did more than the request and added way more before the actual dinner date because im gonna be busy in the next few weeks so idk when I can post again, and because i have a bunch of Gitae requests, I thought I might as well and this is long asf, also i’ve got another gitae fic in progress 😭😭

- With or without proper credits, please don't try to steal or claim any of my works as your own

I genuinely appreciate opinions, feedback, likes, and reblogs

Once again, I hope this isn't too bad for a request, and l'Il be doing more characters in lookism so feel free to request!!

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2024 playoffs

first round

April 21, 2024

Hayden took a deep breath in closing her eyes. It was the first game of the first round of the playoffs.

Hayden rolled her shoulders stepping onto her home ice and she glanced up at the banner in the rafters smiling to herself seeing her Dad’s name.

Hayden always feels like she plays even better hockey in the playoffs and the score sheet always proves that.

Oilers won game one 7-4 against the Kings and Hayden already has two goals and two assists in the playoffs.

Hayden’s face softened immediately as she walked in to the family seeing Luke holding Lennon and wearing a jacket with Blake on the back.

“Two of my favorite people.” Hayden said softly as she walked over pulling Luke into a hug and kissing her goddaughter on the cheek. Luke leaned his cheek on top of her head.

Hayden smiled seeing the family room filled and everyone wearing playoffs jackets, all the jackets having patching with her name and number designed by Lauren.

Luke came to Edmonton right after he cleaned out his locker and Luke would be with Hayden until he left for Worlds. Jim, Ellen and Jack are currently with Quinn but Jack would be heading to Edmonton once the Canucks head to Nashville.

April 24, 2024

Hayden leaned against her car as Jack slowly wheeled his very large suitcase with one hand as his arm is still in a sling.

“I didn’t think you were getting here.” Hayden immediately teased him making Jack fondly roll his eyes, Jack had lost his passport when he was packing for Vancouver.

Hayden pulled him into a gently hug being mindful of his shoulder and Jack just melted into her, he hasn’t see her for a few weeks since he surgery.

“Let’s get home.” Hayden said softly as they pulled away. Luke was with Archie back at the house.

Hayden drove them back to her house and smiled seeing Luke and Jack hugging for a while, she needed to Jack’s room and she unpacked his bag for him letting Jack and Luke have some time together.

Hayden set the playoff jacket she got for Jack on his bed before heading downstairs to spend some time with her brothers.

April 30, 2024

Luke just gave Hayden a sad look as she took his suitcase out of the car. He was heading to Michigan for a bit before heading out to where Worlds are and would head to Worlds with Jim.

“I know buddy.” Hayden knew his look and she just pulled him into a hug.

Luke squeezed her tightly hiding his face in her shoulder.

“You’re gonna have so much fun.” Hayden said softly, “Matt, Connor, Will, Trevor and Cole will all be there and Jimmy will be with you.” She reminded him, they were all people Luke likes being around.

Luke sighed nodding.

“You’ll do great.” Hayden reassured him softly pressing a soft kiss to his head.

Luke kissed her cheek and they shared a smile before he waved softly and rolled his bags towards the airport.

May 3, 2024

Hayden held Jack’s hand tightly watching the clock tick down until buzzing and the Canucks won the game against the Predators they were heading to the next round.

Hayden and Jack both cheered for Quinn and smiled seeing a happy Quinn on the ice.

Hayden’s smile slowly fell remembering who the Canucks will be playing next round, The Oilers as the Oilers just clinched the first round two days ago.

Hayden would be playing against Quinn in the playoffs.

“I play against Quinn.” Hayden muttered, this was one of the worse things that could happen with having siblings on opposite teams.

Jack slowly grimaced relaxing how painful this is going to be because at the end of the days one of them is gonna win and the other is gonna be devastated.

second round

May 7, 2024

Hayden let out a nervous breath as she heard the knock on her hotel room in Vancouver, she had just gotten into Vancouver a few minutes ago.

Hayden and Quinn decided to talk before the first game and after they finished would meet up with Ellen and Jack. Today would be the last day Hayden and Quinn spend any time together until after the playoffs ended.

“Hey.” Hayden said softly as she opened the door biting her lip nervously.

Quinn’s face softened at her nerves and he stepped inside her hotel room pulling his little sister into a hug.

Hayden let out a sigh relaxing into his hold closing her eyes.

“I hate this.” Hayden quietly admitted, she of course wanted to do good in the playoffs but she wanted Quinn to do well in the playoffs but within two weeks one of them would be knocked out of the playoffs.

“I know.” Quinn soothingly it said in return, he hates it too. He wants to win but at the same time that would kick his little sister out of the playoffs.

Quinn slowly pulled back and he cupped her face looking at her seriously, “No matter what happens when this round is over, you are still my sister and nothing can ever change that.”

Hayden softly nodded, “Promise?” She looked at him hopefully.

Quinn had to blink because all he could see was little Hayden looking up at him just like that the day they met and she asked him to come play too.

“I promise.” Quinn said firmly back and pressed a soft kiss to his sister’s forehead.

Hayden closed her eyes and hoped he was right.

May 8, 2024

Hayden’s knees bounced in the locker room before game one against Vancouver.

Ryan nudged her with his knee making her glance over and he gave her a reassuring nod and she slowly blew out breath.

Hayden closed her eyes taking a few deep breaths before she stood up and headed onto the ice getting ready for the game to start.

Hayden and Quinn shared one nod before focusing completely on their own games.

Hayden was out on her second shift and got a beautiful pass from Leon and she quickly hit the puck right into the net getting the first goal of game.

Leon crashed into her patting her head as Ryan crashed into her from the other side.

It was looking good for the Oilers at the start of the third period they were up 4-2. Hayden already had two goals.

But within five minutes getting changed. The Canucks got three goals in five minutes at the end of the third period.

Vancouver won Game one.

May 18, 2024

Hayden was talking her stick with her headphones on in her own zone getting ready for the game.

It was game six tonight.

Vancouver won game one, three and five. Edmonton won game two and four. Meaning if the Canucks win tonight they advance to the next round but if the Oilers win they go to game seven.

It was definitely hard playing against Quinn especially because the couldn’t hold back and think of each other like siblings on the ice right now. Hayden had to ignore the heavy hits her team was laying on Quinn and Quinn had to ignore the dirty plays his team kept doing to Hayden.

Hayden had a good feeling about this game tonight, they were home which always made her feel better.

She brushed her hand across the photo of her Dad on the wall before she headed out to ice for the game and her other held the necklace under her jersey for her Mom. She closed her eyes feeling as close to her parents as she could.

Hayden kissed her hand and gently touched the photo before tucking the necklace back under her jersey and heading onto the ice.

Hayden scored first only minutes into the game. Canucks managed to tie it up before the end of the first period.

Hayden was out with Connor and Hopkins and she got the puck from Connor and flipped it into the net getting the Oilers their second goal.

Zach got the next tool and the Oilers were leading 3-1 heading into the third.

Hayden got a breakaway in the beginning of the third period and hit the puck in between the goalies legs.

Hayden cheered and did a small celly as she just got a hat trick.

Oilers won game six 5-1.

May 20, 2024

“Hey Mack!” Hayden grinned as she walked out of the locker room before game seven in Vancouver.

Macklin beamed at her especially when she walked over and offered a hug and he eagerly hugged her back, “Hi Hayden!”

“Hi Aiden.” Hayden smiled shaking Aiden’s hand.

Aiden gave her a smile back softly shaking her hand.

Hayden talked with Macklin and Aiden for a few minutes before she needed to head back inside her locker room and start getting ready for the game but it was really nice seeing Macklin again.

Hayden braided her hair in french braid closing her eyes as she mentally got ready for game seven, they win tonight they head to the third round against the Dallas Stars.

Hayden headed out on the ice and lined up for the national anthems closing her eyes letting her head drop.

First period no one scored.

One minute into the second period the Oilers scored.

Hayden assisted on the second goal five minutes later.

There was five minutes left of the second period and the Oilers got a power play.

Connor got the puck from Leon in the front of the net and flicked it to the right passing to Hayden, Hayden hit a one timer right into the top right corner.

Oilers were leading 3-0 heading into the third.

Ten minutes into the third Hayden was in the corner of the boards battling a Canuck for a puck when another Canuck’s player came behind her and smashed her into the boards, specifically smashed her elbow the worse into the boards and her head smacked against the glass.

Hayden grunted and was immediately dropping to the floor, her right hand gingerly holding her left arm as she felt her nose bleeding.

She was by the board by her own net and Ryan and Nurse were both immediately having any Canucks players away as Skinner stood in front of her protective as Leon quickly kneeled down next to her and Connor got the trainers.

Quinn stood frozen on the bench, his sister was down on the ice because of a bad hit and he couldn’t do anything.

Jack gripped onto Ellen’s hand tightly as they both watched worriedly from the suite.

Hayden made an uncomfortable sound as the trainers touched her arm mostly her elbow and Connor helped Hayden keep the towel on her nose to stop her bleeding nose.

Hayden knew something was wrong on her elbow, it wasn’t really bad but it wasn’t good. Luckily it was not her shooting arm.

Hayden got up taking the towel from Connor and kept her head down skating right down the tunnel.

She headed right into the trainers room.

Hayden got looked over and was worried the whole time hearing the Canuck score two goals.

The Oilers managed to hold their lead and win the game, They were going to round three.

Hayden let out a slightly sad sigh knowing Quinn had just gotten knocked out.

Hayden headed back into the locker room after everyone was already there and immediately Ryan tossed a hat on her head.

“How bad Rook?” Connor asked her quietly but immediately as she sat down next to him and slowly took off her equipment.

“Could be a lot worse.” Hayden softly admitted feeling a bit better as she got some pain meds, “I can play.” She gave him stubborn look.

Connor shook his head softly and patted her head.

Hayden took a shower having a hard time showing with one hand but she managed to do it. She tossed a pair of shorts and a stairs on as they’re flying back to tonight.

The trainer came in with her brace and helped her out on a brace on her elbow to help it.

Hayden walked out of the locker room seeing Ellen and Jack both waiting looking nervous.

“Haydes.” Jack trialed off seeing her brace.

“I’m okay. A sprained elbow but i’ll be alright.” Hayden reassured both of them as Ellen pulled her into a hug first.

“You scared us.” Jack gave her a look before he hugged her next too. Hayden rarely goes down on the ice and has barely ever been brought down the tunnel like that.

“Are you okay?” Quinn spoke up as he slowly walked out of the locker room and to them. He looked devastated and his eyes were a bit red but he still looked at Hayden worried.

Hayden froze not expecting him to talk to her yet, “I will be.”

Quinn softly nodded and pulled her in a little hug before stepping back, he gave her a nod and walked away.

Ellen hugged Jack and Hayden once more before heading off with Quinn as Jack is heading back to Edmonton with Hayden.

It was bittersweet winning round two against her brother.

third round

May 23, 2024

Hayden and Jack were slowly packing up her suitcase as Jack is still in a sling and Hayden has a brace on her sprained elbow and Hayden is heading out to Dallas in a few hours.

Hayden knew Ellen would be here soon as she stayed with Quinn for a bit in Vancouver but Hayden was unsure when she would be seeing Quinn next.

Luke and Jim are still currently at Worlds and Luke actually had a game today. Hayden had to reassure Luke a lot they she was okay after he facetimed her after her injury and was freaking out, she made sure Matt checked on him.

Hayden got her suitcase up slowly after they closed and carried it down the stairs with one hand as Jack carried her backpack down for her and just as they reached the bottom of the stairs the door opened and Hayden looked up seeing Ellen.

Hayden froze seeing who walked in behind Ellen, "Q?" Hayden's voice wavered.

Quinn smiled at his sister and she quickly walked right to him hugging him, "Hi Haydes." Quinn could have went to Michigan after his season ended but he still wanted to support Hayden.

"You here?" Hayden looked up at Quinn with tears in her eyes, she's been so worried that the playoffs might have messed up their relationship and she didn't know when she would be seeing him again.

Quinn's face softened, "Of course i am."Quinn reassured her softly making her smile watery and hide her face in his chest hugging him.

May 25, 2024

Hayden sat in her stall in Dallas for game two, Oilers had won game one 3-2.

Hayden was having a little hard time playing with her elbow being sprained but nothing she couldn’t play through.

Hayden was at her first two games in Dallas with Jack, Ellen and Quinn still in Edmonton. Luke had just gotten out at Worlds and would be coming to Edmonton with Jim in a few days.

Hayden was skating in the second period of the game right near the boards and saw a stars player in front of her and went to the right closer to the boards. She’s really good at dodging hits but when she is cornered by three players and no where she can go, she can only dodge so much.

Hayden couldn’t move away as she had one player in front of her and one behind her, someone skated right to her on her left side and cross checked her extremely harshly on her ribs, there was a sickening crack and Hayden let out a chocked sound immediately crumbling to the ice.

Her team was immediately getting the stars players away from her.

Hayden has never felt so much pain before and felt her breath wheeze as her eyes were squeezed tightly with tears starting to roll down her cheeks and her jaw clenched so tightly her teeth were grinding.

Connor quickly kneeled down in front of her as the rest of the Oilers on the ice all started fighting the stars players for that extremely dirty play.

Connor froze seeing how much pain she is, he’s never seen her look like they, he grabbed her free hand letting her squeeze his hand so tightly, “Where is it?” He asked her.

Zach was getting the trainers on the ice immediately.

Hayden just made a small whimper shaking her head, she couldn’t even open her mouth form how much pain she was in.

It was an agonizing amount of pain and Hayden didn’t even want to roll over.

The trainers shared a very worried look seeing where her pain is from and how pain she was in.

“Can you get up?” One of the trainers asked her after many moments down on the ice.

Hayden has now been down on the ice for over three minutes worrying everyone at the game and watching the game.

Hayden grunted trying to move and slowly shook her head.

“Want help or a stretcher?” The trainer asked knowing her injury is gonna be hard to sit up with.

“Help.” Hayden decided.

Ryan was immediately on the ice the second he was allowed and skated right to her holding her hand.

Connor, Leon and Ryan H all slowly lifted her up as Ryan squeezed her hand and the trainers made sure she was lifted correctly.

Hayden was completely pale shaking as she was lifted up, it made the pain even worse, she bit on her lip to keep in the painful sounds as she was picked up.

Hayden let out a unsteady breath as she was on her two feet again, she kept blinking from her much pain she was in.

Hayden was slowly guided to the bench and the boys helped her onto the bench and she went down the tunnels with the trainers.

Hayden broke two of her left ribs that game.

Matt was completely frozen as he watched the game, he didn’t even realize the way Luke was gripping his hands completely shaking as they watched Hayden stay down on the ice for five minutes and needing help getting up.

Jim was sitting next to Luke and had covered him mouth watching the girl he sees as daughter go down on the ice.

Will was sitting next to Connor and they leaned into each other. Cole was sitting next to Trevor and Trevor was holding onto Cole as they all watched the game in Prague.

“What if she-“ Luke started speaking his breathing completely uneven as he watched his big sister get hit and fall to the ground not getting back up for a while, he could tell she was in pain and he has never seen her in that much pain before and he’s thousands of miles away form her.

Matt snapped out of his shock at Luke’s words and he squeezed Luke’s hand, “She will be okay, go get your bag we will head to the airport.” Matt shakily told Luke.

Luke shakily nodded and Jim helped Luke stand up, Jim and Matt shared a nod before Jim guided Luke to the rooms to get their bags.

Matt let out a shakily breath running his hands in his hair and glanced over seeing Connor and Will’s scared faces, “She will be okay.” He softly reassured the two boys who Hayden has basically adopted, Matt gently pulled them both into a hug rubbing their backs.

Matt, Luke and Jim were talking the first flight out to Edmonton.

May 26, 2024

It was a really long flight back to Edmonton for Hayden and she used Ryan as a pillow the entire flight, she was extremely uncomfortable and in pins the entire flight, she couldn’t find a way to sit without any pain.

Hayden was really slow to walk down the plane stairs with Connor helping her.

Connor drove Hayden to her house and Ellen, Jack and Quinn were all waiting outside.

Jack got to her first and Hayden gave him a weak smile grabbing his hand gently, Jack lost so much tension seeing her in person even if she obviously isn’t okay.

“Oh darling.” Ellen said softly cupping her face and she could cry tears of relief. Hayden closed her eyes leaning into Ellen’s soft touch.

Quinn helped Connor get Hayden’s bags inside before Quinn walked over to Hayden kissing her head softly.

Connor left soon after.

Ellen had the boys help Hayden to the guest bedroom on the first floor that is barley used and helped set Hayden up in bed with a lot of pillows and Ellen grabbed more of Hayden’s medication for her.

Jack laid down softly next to Hayden frowning at the painful look on Hayden’s face.

Hayden slowly fell asleep finally, at least for an hour.

Matt, Jim and Luke all rushed to Hayden’s house and walked inside as Ellen walked down the hallway and saw the three all looking worried and stressed.

“She broke two of her ribs but is okay and she’s is sleeping in the guest room.” Ellen calmly told the three as she leaned into her husband’s side, Jim relaxing a bit because of her.

They all walked into the guest room seeing Hayden slowly waking up and Quinn and Jack both laying with her.

Quinn and Jack got up seeing them and they both hugged Luke.

Luke barely even realized they were hugging him just starring at her. Hayden’s eyes fluttered open and saw Luke standing here, she softly patted the spot next to her on her good side.

Luke softly sat down and looked at her with tears in his eyes, Hayden let her lean his head on her shoulder and she hugged him with her good arm. Luke’s shoulders shook with emotions, he’s been so scared since he saw her go down in game seven and then she went down again yesterday and it was seven worse.

Hayden softly kissed his curls rubbing Luke’s back as Jim walked over and gently kissed her cheek, Jim squeezed her hand softly and she smiled emotionally.

Hayden made eye contact with a worried Matt.

Luke sniffled and slowly lifted his head and Hayden gently wiped his tears, “I’m okay bud.” She softly reassured him, she’s injured but she is okay.

Luke slowly nodded letting out a few shaky breaths.

Ellen noticed Matt’s look and she slowly guided Jim, Jack and Quinn out of the room.

Luke glanced up as Matt walked over and he got up, “I’ll be right back.” Luke said softly kissing her cheek before walking out.

“You didn’t have to come.” Hayden told her best friend holding out her hand a tiny bit for him to take. Matt took her hand and softly sat on the bed next to her.

“Of course i did.” Matt had to be here. He sat on the flight thinking the entire time worried about Hayden and he knew he couldn’t just wait any longer and not tell her what he feels for her.

Matt just looked at her for a while, Hayden has been his best friend for years and the girl he has been in love with since he met her. For years he was content to just be her friend and slowly over the years he became more flirty with her but he couldn’t wait anymore, even if Hayden doesn’t feel the same he needs her to know.

Hayden made a confused sound as Matt cupped her face and leaned closer to her. Her brows furrowed as he leaned closer to her looking at her before he pressed his lips to her.

Hayden froze in complete shock even if she melted a bit into the kiss. She has never had a kiss that didn’t make her uncomfortable until right now even if she was extremely confused.

Matt felt like one of his dreams came true u till he realized she wanted kissing him back.

Matt sighed against her lips and pulled back slightly seeing the confused look on her face, “I’m sorry.” Matt quickly apologized as he didn’t even ask if he could kiss her and she didn’t kiss him back, he didn’t know she didn’t kiss back before because she was confused.

“What?” Hayden sputtered out confused as the kiss and now Matt was quickly pulling back and standing up backing away. Her head was still a bit foggy from her pain meds.

“I should let you rest.” Matt quickly rushed out and flashed a remorseful at her, “I’m sorry Hayden.” He rushed out of the room.

“Sorry for what?” Hayden mumbled to herself confused why it hurt more watching Matt walk out than her ribs breaking yesterday.

Jack walked in a few moments later having saw Matt walk out and he saw the hurt look on Hayden’s face and he quickly walked over letting Hayden use him as pillow and softly rubbed her arm.

Hayden was just so confused.

May 27, 2024

Hayden had a hard game in game three against Dallas. She was in a lot of pain because of ribs and her elbow as well and her head just was not in the right place after yesterday with Matt.

Oilers lost game three 3-5.

Matt had stayed in Hayden’s home as the Hughes all went to her game and he saw her game and how off she was and knew a lot of it was because of him.

He hoped he hasn’t messed up his friendship with her and he didn’t make her uncomfortable because of the kiss.

Matt booked a flight and closed up his bags once the game was over and when he heard all of them get home and knew Hayden was laying back in the guest room he brought his bags down.

Matt slowly opened the door making Hayden quickly look at him, “I’m heading home tonight.” Matt said before she could say anything and her jaw closed quickly.

“You’re leaving?” Hayden asked softly her tone full of hurt.

“I’m sorry Hayden. I hope the playoffs go well.” Matt couldn’t even look at her and he turned around walking out.

Hayden frowned deeply watching him leave again. He didn’t kiss her forehead like he always does.

Jack narrowed his eyes at Matt waking through the front door and leaving, Jack shook his head.

Matt was right about him distracting her because she did play better the next game and Oilers won game four but it still hurt her seeing him just leave like that.

June 2, 2024

Hayden’s eyes filled with tears as the buzzer went off, she was going to the Stanley Cup. She did it.

Hayden laughed emotionally as all of her teammates gently hugged her, being carefully of her injuries.

The lays time the Edmonton Oilers went to the Stanley Cup Finals, Her Dad was on the team and now the Oilers are back at the Stanley Cup again and with a Blake again.

stanley cup

June 4, 2024

It was Hayden’s twenty third birthday but also the sixth anniversary of her parent’s death.

Hayden still does not like to celebrate her birthdays at all so she is just spending the day with her family and Ellen is gonna make dinner.

Jack grabbed Hayden’s hand when he walked into the kitchen seeing her in the kitchen watching Ellen do something and pulled her very carefully outside to the couch by the pool in the sun.

Jack knew they both needed a Hayden/Jack talk especially Hayden before the Stanley Cup started.

“Where do you want to start?” Jack asked her softly knowing she needs to talk.

“Matt kissed me.” Hayden blurted out fiddling with Jack’s good hand with her good hand.

Jack hummed softly having an idea he did and was waiting for her to tell him, “Is that a bad thing?”

“I don’t know.” Hayden softly admitted, “I’ve never thought of him that way or really anyone that way.” Hayden confessed, she’s kissed a few people and slept with someone but she never was interested and just stopped trying, She has never thought about thinking about Matt in any way other than platonic. He’s always just been her Matt to Hayden.

“That’s okay.” Jack soothingly told her, “There’s no rush to figuring out your feelings especially with the amount of emotions you have had the last couple of years.” Hayden has been through a lot of emotions since her parents died.

Jack had a feeling if Madison and Harrison were still alive, Hayden would have noticed her feelings for Matt a lot sooner probably even before their draft.

“I think what i feel for him is different than anyone else.” Hayden slowly admitted, she hasn’t slept much the last few days since Matt left and all she could think about is all of their last interactions and feelings she misread or missed.

“Yeah?” Jack hummed encouraging.

“I’m just confused.” Hayden said softly biting at her lip.

Jack slowly nodded, “Okay. Did you like the kiss?”

Hayden looked up at Jack and slowly nodded. She felt comfortable when Matt kissed her.

Jack smiled a bit, “Wanna kiss him again?” He said teasingly making her breathe out a laugh a very small laugh and winced as she did and she shook her head she couldn’t shove him as they are both hurt.

“Hayden i’ve known you forever and i’ve never seen you look at anyone the way you look at Matt.” Jack told her softly, “And Matt has always looked at you the same way.

“What is this ruins are friendship?” Hayden looked nervous.

“What if it doesn’t?” Jack said simply back, “Hayden most people already think you and Matt are dating.”

Her brows furrowed thinking over the way she feels at Matt smiling at her, the amount of times she has cuddled and slept next to Matt, the way Matt makes things feel easier just by a hug, how much closer she is with him then any of her other friends, going to visit just Matt alone for many days, how she always misses him almost as much as her brothers.

Jack watches the realization watch over Hayden’s face and she mutters a small, “Oh.”

Jack hummed softly as she looked back up at him, “I like Matt.” Hayden slowly admitted for the first time ever.

“Yes you do.” Jack softly agreed giving her a proud smile and gave her hand a soft squeeze.

“Okay what’s next?” Jack asked her knowing how their talks work.

Hayden let out breath, “I knocked out Quinn.” She said still looking guilty.

Jack slowly nodded, “You did.” He understood why she felt guilty for that.

“I know he doesn’t blame me but..” Hayden trailed off because she still hurt Quinn by her team winning.

Jack gave her a serious look, “It is not your fault that’s the Canucks were eliminated.” He said sternly.

“Q also does not blame you and he would be upset to know you feel guilty over this still.” Jack gave her a look.

Hayden nodded knowing this but she couldn’t help but feel guilty about knocking out her brother.

“Quinn’s over the playoffs already, you have to got to let it got too.” Jack told her making Hayden sigh but nod.

“Alright next?” Jack asked.

“I opened a new letter today.” Hayden told Jack. She’s opened a few letters from her parent’s over the years since she found the letters mostly birthday one but today she opened her first stanley cup letter.

Jack nodded understand, Hayden always gets a bit emotional when she opened letters, “Was it what you needed to hear?” Jack knew his Aunt and Uncle well enough to know there is a letter for her first stanley cup.

Hayden slowly nodded, it’s always what she needs to hear but she misses them even more.

“I just want them here.” Hayden admitted, So many of milestones she will never get to have her parents at.

“Me too.” Jack agreed, it makes him so sad to see Hayden not have her parents at her things, he knows she has his parents but it still is different.

Hayden let out a sad sigh and just rested her head on his shoulder, “I’m gonna need surgery.” Hayden said softly, she found out yesterday.

Jack paused he didn’t know this, “For your ribs?”

“Yeah they aren’t healing correctly. If my elbow gets worse i’ll need surgery for that too.” Hayden told Jack first, “The team found good surgeons in San Diego.” Hayden wouldn’t be able to travel for a little bit after her surgery.

“Then San Diego is where we go when this over.” Jack just easily agreed.

Hayden sighed softly as Jack kissed the top of her head, she felt a lot better, a lot lighter and ready mentally for the last round of playoffs.

June 8, 2024

Hayden buttoned up her suit one handed after Ellen helped her get dressed and she looked in the mirror, she was wearing a gray suit that was her Dad’s and had a pin with a H that was her Mom’s with her Oiler converse.

It was the first game of the stanley cup.

Hayden was hugged by Ellen first and Ellen cupped her face giving her a reassuring look before Jim hugged her next kissing her cheek.

Quinn softly hugged her next leaning up and kissing the side of her head.

Jack and Hayden shared a look and a nod before hugging, Hayden hugging one armed this time.

Luke gave her a sweet smile before hugging her gently.

Hayden smiled softly at her family before she left the hotel room and slowly headed down to the bus.

Hayden slowly sat down on the bus looking out the window, it was a bit disappointing to be so injured in the playoffs but she wasn’t sitting out.

Hayden did a very small warm up all with the trainers as she is having hard time doing anything with her broken ribs.

Hayden got her ribs tapped and her extra padding there, her elbow was tapped and wrapped in a tight sleeve before her elbow pad went over.

Hayden walked on to the ice for her first ever playoff game. Hayden closed her eyes at the national anthem and waited for the game to officially start.

The game didn’t go how they wanted. The Panthers scored a goal in each period and the Oilers did not score once.

Panthers won game one.

June 14, 2024

Ellen found Hayden sitting outside looking out at her backyard with a cup of coffee.

Ellen knew Hayden was having a hard time and just dejected with the Oilers losing all three games.

“Alright say it.” Ellen said knowingly as she sat down next to her daughter.

“We’re down three.” Hayden said dejected.

“You are.” Ellen nodded.

“No one comes back from that, only two teams have and it was over seventy years ago.” Hayden scoffed talking bluntly.

“So? It only happened twice.” Ellen raised her eyebrow at Hayden, “That’s doesn’t mean you can’t do it.”

Hayden just shook her head making Ellen grab her good hand and make Hayden look at her.

“Who was the first woman drafted?” Ellen asked Hayden.

Hayden fondly rolled her eyes, “Me.”

“And that didn’t stop you from going out there and keep playing till you were drafted.” Ellen softly reminded her.

Ellen cupped her face, “You can do it but you won’t if you already think that you lost.”

Hayden let out a deep breath and softly nodded.

June 15, 2024

Hayden took a deep breath as she waited for the puck to drop in game four and remembered Ellen’s words.

Hayden ignored any pain she was feeling and within three minutes stole the puck and got a clear breakaway and tipped the puck right into the net.

Hayden cheered loudly as she gently crashed into her teammates.

Four minutes later Connor was heading right to the net and dropped the puck back for Hayden and she flicked it into the net.

Panthers scored one goal.

Leon had the puck a few minutes later and passed right across the goal and Hayden smacked the puck in and getting her hat trick in ten minutes.

Hayden cheered so loud as the ice started raining with hats and her name was being cheered, Hayden beamed and she knew it would be a moment she would remember forever.

Second period Hayden assisted on Connor’s goal and Nurse’s goal too.

Oilers were leading 6-1 heading into the third period.

Hayden was out on the ice and Ryan got a breakaway, she skated right next to him and he passed right at the lays second and she scored the goal.

Ryan and Hayden shared a beaming smile as they gently crashed into each other, Hayden was ignoring her small wheezes because of her ribs.

Hayden was circling the top of the net and saw Ryan opened and passed across to him and Ryan hit a slap shot getting a goal. Ryan pointed at his best friend making her laugh as they hugged.

Oilers won game four 8-1 and were heading to a game five.

June 21, 2024

Oilers won game five and were now back in Edmonton for game six.

Hayden just realized how many points she had in this post season and she was really close to her Dad’s best record in the post season.

Hayden didn’t glance up at the suites when she stepped onto the ice like she normally does trying to stay more focused. She knew a lot of her friends were at game and some were at game four but everyone understood she doesn’t really have any time for socializing right now.

Oilers has the only three goals in the two periods.

Panthers scored one in the beginning of the third.

Hayden got the puck off a rebound and passed out to Ryan, who quickly scored.

Hayden was out with Leon and Connor on a line and Leon passed to Connor and Connor passed the puck to Hayden.

Hayden hit the puck right into the top corner and she immediately knew she just tired the record with her Dad and did her Dad’s celly as she smiled emotionally and looked up the rafters.

Hayden has 45 points, tied with Harrison and second for most points in a post season.

Oilers won game six 5-1 and were heading back to Florida for game seven.

June 24, 2024

Hayden starred at the floor in the locker room before they headed out onto the ice for game seven.

Hayden closed her eyes and sighed before she stood up and walked down the tunnel with Ryan, one last time.

Hayden sat on the bench as the puck was dropped and she waited for her shift.

Panthers scored first. Oiler’s scored right after tying the game back up.

Second period only Florida scored.

Hayden has the puck halfway through the third period when she suddenly felt someone grabbed her bad arm and she jerked away making her ribs protest but it happened to fast and another panthers player purposely crashed into her elbow making her groan out in pain just as the player let go of her arm just as her teammates got over and shoved the players away as she dropped to the knees holding her elbow squeezing her eyes shut.

Hayden groaned as Ryan reached her first and kneeled down next to her as the rest of the players on the ice were fighting each other.

Hayden looked at Ryan with tearfully and his heart dropped, he hated that she has gotten so many injuries the last few weeks and has been in so much constant pain.

Hayden waved the trainers off knowing she mostly likely just worsened her elbow sprain and she can worry about it after the game.

Hayden got up slowly her ribs screaming at her as she got up and she skated to the bench sitting down.

Hayden was playing the best she could but could barely move her left arm.

The Oilers couldn’t get another goal. The Panthers won the 2024 Stanley Cup.

Hayden felt her heart drop as the celebration screams began and she watched the other team start to celebrate.

Hayden closed her eyes swallowing painfully realizing she didn’t win, she didn’t bring back a cup to Edmonton for her parents.

Hayden’s chest was heavy as she starred at the ice with silent tears slowly coming down her cheeks. If she thought any loss in her career hurt, it was nothing compared to this right now, this was crushing.

Hayden felt someone brush her good and she looked over seeing a tearful Ryan standing there and she leaned into his side, Ryan wrapped his arm around her leaning his head against her head.

Hayden got off the ice tje second she could not even caring that they called her name for the Conn Smythe Trophy, she didn’t want it.

Hayden was checked out and as she expected her elbow was worse and she would need surgery on that too, good thing they scheduled the surgery tomorrow just in case.

Hayden threw her gloves into her stall as she walked in, she was furious, sad and heartbroken.

Hayden sat down in the stall and glanced over seeing Connor crying and she rested her knee on his knee, she couldn’t do much more right now.

Hayden starred at the floor for what seemed like hours, not realizing the way tears just continued to fall down her face.

Hayden slowly got up and got out of uniform and changed back into her suit and sluggishly walked straight of the locker room, she ignored everyone walking right to her family.

Hayden had a devastating look and her eyes were all red, her family didn’t need to say anything and she just leaned into Jack’s side as they walked out.

They are heading right out to San Diego for her surgery.