#i wanna use him as a backboard

[moremaybank]

CAN I — j.m

pairing jj maybank x fem!reader

summary the more you drown in each other, the harder it is for you and jj to respect the boundary that is 'friends with benefits.' (based on the song "can i" by kehlani)

warnings 18+, pretty much all smut lmao, unprotected sex, smidge of sub!jj, creampie, overstimulation, squirting, language, oral (m. receiving and mentions of f. receiving), filming of a sex tape, some fluff bc i can't resist when it comes to soft jj

author's note sorry if there's any typos lmao i had grammarly on but it stays doing me dirty

series ;; jj masterlist

find the song here!

this shit's so good, so be illegal

need round two, i need a sequel

hit the backboard like a free throw

you next level, you a cheat code

in so deep, you hit my seafloor

got me singing like alicia

got me using all your lingo

tell your girlfriend that you single

"j," you whimpered, tears flowing down your cheeks as jj thrusted into you slowly and sensually. it was so different from how the two of you usually partook in coital activities, but you'd had a bad day, and jj was desperate to cheer you up.

he had already brought you to his mercy five times, and your pussy was aching. but you knew full well that the loss of him would ache more. so, you let him do his thing.

"i know, pretty girl. i know," he cooed, his hands cradling your face as his arms caged around your head, keeping his body up. "you're doing so good for me, though. give me one more, baby. just wanna watch you cum one more time. you're so pretty when you do."

he brought this hand down to your cunt, fingers finding your clit with ease as he started to massage it, hoping it would relieve any discomfort you might have been feeling. his movements weren't harsh nor rushed as he rubbed slow and gentle circles on it.

you let out a shaky moan as he toyed with your bundle of nerves, and the walls of your pussy started to flutter around his cock, and jj knew you were getting close.

"come on, baby. cum for me. promise i'll kiss it better afterward," he said, dropping his head into the crook of your neck and peppering kisses there.

each time he rolled his hips, he was so deep, and it felt so special and intimate that you wanted to keep him buried there, no matter how overstimulated you were. he fit into you so perfectly, it was like he'd molded you that way.

"i'm gonna cum, j," you mewled, wrapping your legs around his waist to keep him close to you.

"'m right there with you. let me have it, baby. i got you," he said, raising his head back up to kiss your lips.

he swallowed your moan as you came, feeling your hands sneak onto the back of his shoulders and holding onto him as you erupted for the sixth time that night. his hips stuttered as he came too, his thrusts becoming sloppy. he pulled away, pressing kisses all over your face as you came down.

"how you feeling, pretty girl? better?"

you could see the hope glimmering in his eyes as you met his gaze, and you smiled hazily.

"much better."

call me over 'cause i go hard

sweet lil' bih, fuck like a pornstar

next day, act just like your road dog

bitches askin' "how you know her?"

head game stupid, baby, loca

too loud, callate la boca

out this world, you supernova

fuck that, i am coming over (can i come over?)

"fuck, baby."

you had snuck jj into your house in the wee hours of the night, had practically yanked his pants off of him and thrown him on your bed. you brought him into your mouth before he could blink, and ever since then, he'd been struggling to keep quiet.

you bobbed your head as you sucked the soul out of him. your mouth was so warm and wet that it felt like he was on cloud nine.

your tongue dragged along the underside of his shaft, sending a shiver throughout his body as you came to the tip of his cock and swirled your tongue around it. you let it go with a pop, gathering your saliva and spitting it onto him, watching it trail down to the base. you then began to jerk him as you sucked one of his balls into your mouth.

"shit. don't stop, princess. 'm so close," he mumbled as he threw his head back.

you replaced your mouth with your hand as you massaged both his balls now, and you brought his cock into your mouth again. you took him to the back of your throat, letting the tip hit it, and he let out a loud groan.

you instantly withdrew him from your lips, shooting up and clamping a hand over his mouth.

"what is wrong with you? my parents are gonna hear you," you scolded in a whisper.

he moved your hand. "how the fuck do you expect me to keep quiet when you're giving me the best goddamn head i've ever had?" he questioned defensively. he watched you fight a smile in response to what he said, and he smirked. "not my fault that mouth is heaven-sent. you just love sucking this cock like a damn popsicle, don't you?"

you leaned closer, your lips so close to his that they threatened to touch as you spoke, "be quiet or i'm not gonna let you cum."

he gulped as his eyes widened, "yes, ma'am."

(can i come over?)

(can) can i (i) stop by (stop by)

to see you (see you) tonight?

can i stop by

to see you tonight

"can i come over after work, pretty girl? need to see you."

"hmm..." you began, smirking to yourself as you planned to tease him through the phone. "convince me. why should i let you?"

jj chuckled, biting his lip from the other side of the phone. "c'mon, baby. you know you want me to come and see you. i know you've been missing me. i've got the video to prove it."

jj was right. you had been missing him. last night, especially so.

it was late, you couldn't sleep, and you were craving for something more than just your own touch. it would never be enough. not if it wasn't jj.

so, you settled for the next best thing.

you got a hold of the thick pink dildo hidden in your bedside table and tried your best to make yourself feel as good as jj managed to. feeling a little extra spicy, you took your phone into your hand, taking a video of yourself burying the sex toy deep inside of you over and over.

"fuck, j. wish you were here," you moaned as you captured the toy plunging into you. "wanna cum on your cock so hard that you're drenched."

you continued jerking the dildo into you until you were close. your moans were getting higher as you neared your orgasm, and just before you were going to cum, you stopped recording. you let yourself fall over the edge without filming, and rode it out.

you then sent the video to jj, and when he replied, he said: "the next time i see you, i'm gonna fuck you so hard you're gonna regret not letting me watch you cum."

you felt a flutter in your core, even though you had just come down. but that was just the effect jj had on you. no matter how many times he'd made you finish, you were left yearning for more.

"okay," you spoke, "you can come over, j."

we both on fire, love the teamwork

leave with juices on your t-shirt

loud and clear, no need for reverb

tell the uber driver to revert

flip that bitch and make a u-turn

sex tape crazy, need the bloopers

last so long, bae, you a trooper

sniper gang, no bradley cooper

"that's right, baby girl. let the camera know how good i'm fucking this pussy." jj grunted as he pounded into you from behind. his hands were wrapped around your hips as he yanked you backward toward his cock.

jj had convinced you to let him film the two of you as you went at it, claiming that whenever the two of you were too busy to meet up that he could use it to make himself cum. you'd rolled your eyes, but then he brought up the fact that you would benefit from it as well, for all the times you'd pout about him having to work when you desperately needed him.

"just think about it, princess. you could watch me fuck you over and over, as many times as you wanted, while fucking that pretty pussy with that hot pink dildo of yours. it'll never compare to the real thing, but you'd get to see me fill you up. it's a pretty fucking spectacular sight, am i right?"

and he was. so you obliged.

"oh, god, jj. right there!" you called out, doing as he said. your knuckles were paling as you gripped your headboard. you threw your head back, arching your spine further as jj's cock practically beat up your cervix in the best way possible. "shit, 'm so close, j. please."

"play with your clit, baby. make yourself cum for me," he instructed, pulling you toward him harsher. "gonna give you every last drop of my cum if you do as i say. you want that?"

"fuck. yeah, baby," you replied, bringing one hand down to your clit to do as he said. you rubbed harsh circles on it, your toes curling as the pleasure started to overwhelm you.

you whimpered when jj's hand came in contact with your ass, spanking you harshly as he crept closer to his orgasm. "shit, fucking love your pussy. wanna spend my days fucking it every day 'til i die."

"i'm cumming, i'm fucking cumming," you cried, your cunt clamping down on jj's cock as you came hard. your juices squirted out of you, soaking jj's cock, pelvis and thighs thoroughly, as well as the sheets beneath you two. you came and came and came, you honestly weren't sure if you would ever stop.

"good girl, baby. you hear that?" jj asked as he kept fucking you, referring to the squelching noise coming from your junction. "i'm fucking drenched because of you, just how i like it. gonna fuck you full of my cum for being such a good girl for me."

he sped up his pace, his thrusts merciless and unforgiving as he finally let himself cum. he let out a deep groan, it sounding like music to your ears as you felt him release inside of you.

jj slowed down, slumping down on top of your back as he panted. "christ, baby. swear to god you turn me into an animal."

hi, i'm hell, it's nice to meet ya

know you fuckin' with a demon

do 'bout anything to please ya

cum inside me, i'm a keeper

want me to make you a senior?

never been that hard read ya

when we done, you say, "i need ya"

i done made you a believer

"cum inside me, j. make me yours. all yours."

you were bouncing up and down on jj's cock, taking all of him inside of you with each movement. his cock stimulated your g-spot every time you bounced, and if it weren't for jj's hands on your hips keeping you upright, the euphoric feeling would surely make your legs give out long before either of you came.

the two of you were in the back of the twinkie, seeing as jj borrowed it without letting john b know. you were both well aware of the fact that he would have your heads if he found out you'd fucked in it again.

the windows were fogged up and would surely block anyone's view from seeing what the two of you were doing if it weren't for the curtains that already covered most of them.

"you already are mine, pretty girl. this pussy belongs to me," he gritted through his teeth, jerking his hips up to meet yours. he watched your tits springing up and down as your body moved. he wrapped his around one of your nipples, sucking and nibbling as you let whimpers of need tumble from your lips.

you closed your eyes as your teeth dug into your lower lip. "tell me again, j. tell me i belong to you, need to hear it."

he pulled back, one of his hands cradling your jaw and pulling your gaze to his. his thumb tugged your lip from your teeth, and he kissed you. hard.

"you're fucking mine, baby. mine to kiss, mine to fuck, mine to love. i fucking need you," jj spoke through his panting.

"yeah?" you asked, not too distracted to register what he was saying to you, your heart palpitating as you felt the coil in your belly tightening.

"yeah," he breathed, looking right into your eyes. "cum for me, my girl."

and you did, with the love you had harboured for him bleeding through your joined actions.

if these walls could talk, they'd tell you "don't pull out"

make me proud

thug it out

switched it up enough to tell me i'm your style

let's get wild

right here, right now

you two were lying together in the back of the twinkie, where you had just finished going at it.

your head was leaning against jj's chest as his chin rested on the top of your head. his fingers trailed up and down your spine soothingly as he held you in his arms.

"did you really mean it, j?" you asked, quiet as a mouse. you worried that he only said those things in the heat of the moment and that he didn't reciprocate your feelings. and if that were the case, you'd run like hell out of there.

but you needn't have worried.

he tilted your head up to meet your gaze. "of course i meant it, baby. i would never say all that shit to you if it weren't true," he spoke, his hand finding one of yours and resting it on his chest. he placed his hand over yours, "i love you. and i need you. you're the only one for me, princess."

you grinned, heat immediately rushing to your cheeks. "i love you too, j."

"good," he replied. "now get on your back. i'm gonna show you how much i love you with my tongue."

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[multifandomworldsposts]

also for kinkmas.... daddykink and spanking or choking with Bradleyyyy 😩😩😩

Day 5 of Kinkmas: Being Rooster’s Bad Girl

KINKMAS ❄️🪩🛷

pairing: Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x fem!reader

warning: daddykink, blowjobs, spanking, handcuffs, unprotected sex, riding

Y/N’s POV

I get my earrings on my ears and try to adjust my dress until I feel arms around my waist, I turn to see Bradley.

“Can you help me with my tie?” He asks holding his tie.

“Sure Bradley.” I say taking the tie out of his hand and tied his tie.

“Are you gonna behave yourself tonight princess?” He questions.

“Of course daddy.” I pout.

“Good girls get what they want, bad girls don’t.” He whispers in my ear with a deep voice that’ll make me weak.

“I’ll be a good girl baby.” I whisper in his ear.

He gives me a look, a look that says, I don’t believe you.

We go to a restaurant to see some of his friends from the navy, which the restaurant looks gorgeous. I want to tease the living shit out of Rooster, so I touch his leg with mine including touching his crotch. He does this to me ALL the time! So I think I’m gonna do some revenge basically.

I touch his leg with mine, I glare at him, he glares at me, he’s going to kill me in a few minutes. After a while, I slowly grab his crotch, he jumps, Phoenix looks at him in concern.

“Are you okay Rooster?” She questions.

“I’m fine.” He tries to cover his facial expression.

He looks at me with a face saying, you’re dead.

When we got home, I already know, I’m going to get punished.

“I knew you’d do that.” He’s angrily says.

I heavily breathe.

“You were a bad girl.” He rips my dress so my breasts can be exposed.

“You do that to me all the time!” I defend myself.

Bradley gives me the death stare and pushes me up against the nearest wall.

“You want to be punished?” He whispers in my ear in a deep voice.

I whimper.

“Brad-“ I get interrupted by Bradley.

“What’s my name sweetheart?” He whispers again.

“Daddy, I don’t want to get punished.” I say correctly.

“Well then, get down on your knees and suck me off princess.” He demands.

I get on my knees and unzips his pants along with his boxers to see his massive cock waiting for me. I begin to suck, his groans filling my ears, his hand gripping onto my hair, his cum getting into my mouth, and me whimpering, I want him to fuck me so hard so that I won’t be a bad girl ever again.

He lifts my head up to face him and makes me get up.

“You’re still a bad girl honey.” He says.

“What do you want me to do daddy, I rather have you fuck me until you cum inside me.” I pout.

He unzips my dress and sees I have nothing underneath.

“Let’s go to the bedroom, shall we?” He says picking me up and began to spank me.

I scream.

“Count for me baby.” He says still spanking me.

“6!”

“7!”

“8!”

“9!”

“10!”

He lays me down on our bed and undresses himself. I want to touch him, but fuck! I might lose it. He gets handcuffs and locks my hands on our bed backboard, I whimper again.

“I promise I’ll be good daddy.” I whimper.

“Then don’t behave like that again you hear me?” He says straddling my hips.

“I won’t.” I say.

He strokes himself to get cum on my cunt, his moans made me weak, I need him inside me.

“Do you think I don’t need my high heels on?” I asked.

“You’ll look sexy while I fuck the living shit out of you.” He says still pumping cum on my body.

God I wish I wasn’t in handcuffs.

“Daddy just fuck me!” I yell.

He smirks and starts to fuck me. I scream in pleasure, he keeps on going in and out, I wrap my legs around his waist and held him tight so he can be inside me. I scream again, he goes faster which the bed bangs on the wall.

He stops and releases me, I flip us over so I can be on top of him.

“What do you want to do to me daddy?” I hold his chest down.

“I wanna eat you out.” He says.

I make my way to make my cunt to be in his face and begins to eat me out, I moan, I can feel his tongue inside of me doing its job. I feel myself cumming, he licks all the cum and I gasp. I need to be a bad girl more often.

I sit on his waist and says, “You want me to ride you?” I say trying to make my breast look perky.

“You’ve been a good girl. Someone’s waiting for you.” He answers.

I sit on his cock and begin to ride him. He groans fill up the room, he’s so big, bigger than last time. I gasp again. I can feel him cum inside me. He grabs my hips and guides me to go faster, I make him sit up so he could help me. I wrap my legs around him and I continue to ride him once more. Bradley gives me hickeys, which made me moan in pleasure.

“Oh daddy.” I gasp.

“You want me to fuck you again?” He whispers in my ear.

“Just on the carpet next.” I say.

He makes me get off his cock and makes us go on our rug. He fucks me again and I scratch his back which made him go faster. I arch my back and I can feel him kissing my chest. He sucks one of my nipples and makes me sit up, we fuck again.

We lay down on the ground, heavy breathing. That was the best sex I ever had from him.

“I’ll never touch you like I did at the restaurant.” I say out of breath.

“Can we at least do this type of fuck session again?” He says looking at me.

“Bradley, we will but, I won’t touch you like that again.” I repeat myself.

“Just not in public.” He smirks.

#fanfic #fanfiction #kinkmas 2023 #kinkmas #bradley rooster x y/n #bradley bradshaw fanfiction #bradley bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x female reader #bradley bradshaw imagine #top gun gifs #top gun maverick #miles teller #miles teller smut #bradley bradshaw smut #top gun smut #top gun fanfiction #miles teller x reader

[braidlottie]

safeword

summary: nat takes a scene with you a little too far.

★ light smut, transmasc!nat and transmasc!reader, nat being rough (but a softie after :3), strap-on, manhandling, reader uses the safeword, aftercare :(

you whined as nat's strap kept slamming into you. he was behind you, your chest against the bed, gripping onto his pillow. his nails dug into your bare back while cursing under his breath. "yeah, you like that, don't you? does my little boy like bein' fucked like a little slut?" he grabbed your wrists roughly from the pillow, holding them behind your back as he fucked into you deeper.

"mm- natty, please-" you protest, tears pooling in your eyes. he just growled, leaning over you and pressing your head into the pillow. you let out a scared and overstimulated sob, holding onto his wrist. "red, natty," you cried, the pillowcase soaking up your hot tears. "please." you started full on sobbing, the idea of nat being mad at you for not taking it filling your head now.

he stopped as soon as he saw you weren't okay, his hand going from your head to softly rubbing your back. "hey, hey, hey, c'mere. i'm so sorry, baby." he pulled out of you and took the strap off as quick as he could. you choked on your cries as you tried to talk, which was hard for nat to understand, making him answer with a questioning hum.

"i di- i didn't wanna say red, but- it hurt. 'm sorry." nat's heart sank. he felt awful. "don't ever be sorry about that, honey. oh baby." his back was against the backboard now, scooping you up to cradle you in his strong arms. his thumb wiped down your wet cheeks, his eyes big and sad as he looked down at you, all curled up against his chest. "where did i hurt you, pretty boy?"

you pointed at your wrists and the side of your head, nat kissing both and whispering a little apology to you. the next ten or so minutes was him holding you while you came down from subspace, giving you kisses and praising you for remembering the safe word.

"can we watch cartoons?" you looked at the small tv across the foot of the bed then back at nat. he willingly nodded, smiling a bit at how shy you were to ask. "i can get some snacks at the vending machine outside if you want." nat shrugged, rubbing your knee, smiling at how fast your eyes lit up. "yeah? you like that?" you nodded and snuggled farther into his chest.

#yellowjackets #yellowjackets x reader #nat scatorccio #nat scatorccio x reader #natalie scatorccio #natalie scatorccio x reader #natalie scatorccio smut #natalie yellowjackets #adult nat #nat x reader

[to-the-stars8]

Learning to Love Slowly

Parings; Jason Todd x Reader 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 AO3 Warning; mentions of jerking off, but nothing too explicit lol MDNI

A/N; ngl, lowkey rushed through this so I could post it before the end of Jason's birthday lol hopefully it's okay but i made it fifteen minutes my time before the end of his birthday lol !!

22-Birthdays and Selfishness

“I can’t believe you have to work on your birthday,” You groaned as you massaged one of Jason’s hands. 

The two of you were laid on his bed, him up against the backboard and you against his chest. Jason wouldn’t lie, he was a bit irritated that he would have to go out and do vigilante work when he would rather be at home with you. God, he could have sat all night letting you massage his hands until they were nothing but mush, but he couldn’t. Well, he could, but not without pissing off some of the other crime lords in Gotham. 

With a very long sigh, Jason used his free hand to caress your arm, mumbling a sorry as he did. You kissed the hand that you were massaging before taking his other one off his arm. 

“When you get back, I’m taking you out to dinner,” You gleefully stated as you turned to face him. “Whatever place you wanna go, we’ll go.”

“What if I wanted to go to the most expensive place in Gotham?”

You bit your lip, pretending to think, before cupping his face. Rubbing your thumbs under his eyes you watched as Jason melted from the stress for a moment, and you cherished it. “You’d be worth every cent.”

Jason’s laugh was airy and light, just a little more than a chuckle, but you felt the loveliness in it. Putting his hands on top of yours, he looked down at your hands before pressing his lips to both your palms. All words left you and you sat there staring at him as he had just pulled out his still beating heart. 

For just a millisecond, Jason panicked thinking he had done something wrong before he saw the flush on your cheeks and a shy smile cross your lips. He was just as shy and embarrassed by what he had done, but it was worth it. The sparkle in your eyes along with the cute little blush had his heart beating to the tune of a thousand drums. 

“Do that again,” You whispered. “Please.”

And Jason did just that. He kissed your palms again before looking for your reaction. This time you giggled, looking away from him to try and hide that beautiful bashfulness. It could have been his own selfish desire to see you react again that made Jason gently grab your chin to turn your face back to him. 

You sucked in a breath, leaning forward just a bit like he had beckoned you closer to him. When you realized he hadn’t, you started to pull away, but Jason moved his free hand to the small of your back to stop you. 

The little voice in his head told him to pull away, that he didn’t deserve this, but, damn it, it was going to be his fucking birthday. And your blush. Your smile. Your laugh. All of it was what Jason wanted, so he decided that, maybe, it wouldn’t be too bad to be selfish for once. He wanted you, and it was obvious that you wanted the same. You knew his limits and would always reassure him that stopping was an option. 

So, the only thing stopping him, telling him that it would burn or that he wasn’t ready, was that little voice in the back of his head. He wanted to ignore it-- even for a few minutes. To take as much as he could.

“Kiss me?”

You didn’t hesitate to meet his request by placing your warm lips on his. It was simply a kiss. Nothing more. Nothing even an ounce less. Yet, it felt like admiring the stars during a meteor shower, fascinating and magical. When you pulled away Jason sighed at the loss, opening his eyes to see you. 

“Again.” The words broke from him without thought. 

And you did. This time the kiss was a little deeper, and you held Jason there a little longer. Then you pulled away again. If only you would stop pulling away, Jason thought, he could kiss you more while his mind was quiet.

“Don’t, please,” Jason leaned forward to put his lips back on yours. You moaned and he pulled back slightly. “Don’t pull away. Fuck, I’ll let you know if it’s too much.”

Whether or not you heard him, you didn’t say anything as you plunged yourself back into him. Sitting up, Jason wrapped his arms around you and you did the same. One of your hands digging into his black curls and the other gripping his shoulder. 

“Jason,” You moaned as you moved your lips to his neck and jaw, giving him little hickeys that he would admire later. 

Fuck, Jason knew he was going to repeat the way you said his name later when he was jerking off. He breathed in your scent and then realized exactly how close you were. You were nearly on his lap, straddling him, chest pressed against his with your face in the nape of his neck. 

He moved one of his hands to touch your face, and you pulled away to see him properly. Jason smiled causing you to do the same. 

“Wanna stop?” You breathed. 

Nodding, Jason leaned back onto the pillows as you moved to lay next to him. You felt his heartbeat as you laid a hand on his chest. There was silence before Jason said suddenly, “I like chocolate cake. Just so you know.”

You laughed. “Duly noted, Jaybeans.”

The two of you lay there for a few more hours before his phone buzzed with a call. From the curt hello it was more than likely Bruce. As you listened you wondered what his family had planned for his birthday--If they even celebrated birthdays in a household always riddled with drama and angst, from what you had heard. 

When Jason said his goodbyes to his father, he wasted no time getting up and away from you. Because, a second longer, he would have never moved even if the Earth was burning to a crisp from nuclear war. You sat up on your elbows as you watched him strip from his street clothes into his Red Hood gear. 

“I’ll be back in two days,” Jason said, still a bit annoyed that your time together had been interrupted. When he finished dressing he walked over to you. He stood next to the bed, green eyes giving you a once over before settling on your face. “I’ll text you the restaurant and time?”

“Of course, Jaybeans,” You sat up, leaning your chin up in hopes that he would kiss you again. Jason was going to say something else before his phone vibrated again, this time Dick’s photo popping up. Sighing, he did just what you wanted and gave you a peck on the lips. 

“I’ll be back,” Jason said. 

You nodded before following him toward the window he was going to slip out of. “Come back in one piece.”

Jason swung his foot out the window, grinning over his shoulder as he remarked, “Depends, you gonna get some cake?”

“I think you got enough for the two of us,” You playful nodded down at his ass. 

Jason snorted and wiggled his eyebrows at you before swinging off into the night. For the rest of the night only two things sat in the back of Jason's mind; your lips and how funny that ass joke was. 

#jason todd x you #jason todd x reader #jason todd #jason todd fanfiction #romance #robin jason todd #jason fluff #red hood x reader #red hood

[takenbypeter]

Playlist

Peter Maximoff x reader

Words: 815

Authors note: I know the music is a lot more recent than cassette tapes but just pretend it’s on a cassette thank you!

FLUFF BINGO

“When is it my turn again?” You asked, from your spot on the couch, watching Peter while he played on his single player arcade machine.

“After I lose.”

Now if it were anyone else playing it might not have been that long but Peter? Peter was a master at all arcade games. Okay maybe not all but a lot.

You groaned, slouching even further in the cushions, “boooooo! Who knows how long that’ll be.”

He shrugged and you groaned again, throwing your head against the backboard. You stared up at the popcorn ceiling for a little while longer while the sounds of blasting lasers went off in the background.

Eyes finally leaving the ceiling you angled your head to the side and curiously eyed his nearby shelf. On the shelf lay his vinyls and tapes, all sorts of his music. But what caught your eye was a tape that looked out of place. Reaching out and picking it up you realized your name was on the back, which was oddly suspicious.

Before you could think about it you were shoving the tape into your bag.

Two hours went by and soon you found yourself in your own house thanking Peter for the drop off. You gave him a small peck on the lips then watched as he ran off. As soon as he was out of view you spun around in search of the closest tape player.

Popping the tape in you pressed play and waited.

The first song was one you both fairly enjoyed. I Just Wanna Run by The Downtown Fiction. You smiled at the familiar song singing along before it finished and the next one began. You recognized this one too, Lonely Boy by the Black Keys, then the song after that and just like that you listened through both sides, a total of eight songs, each one you two commonly listen to together.

After a while the playlist came to an end and you spun it around and played it from the beginning. It was only halfway through the first song when you heard a rapid knock against your door, easily figuring out who that was.

Pushing stop you hurriedly threw a sweater over the tape player. Tugging the bottom of your shirt to make it less wrinkly you let out a huff, trying your best to seem like you’ve not just stolen property from the man behind the other side of the door.

Once calming yourself you opened the door and Peter stood with his lips pursed together and eyebrows raised.

You grinned back, unwilling to start the conversation. So he did.

“Where is it you thief?”

“Long time no see stranger,” you say walking over to the small sofa and plopping yourself in the chair, while he followed suit. “And I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

His grin deepened, corner of his eyes crinkling while his head tilted to the side, “wow now a thief and a bad liar, thought I was the only klepto in this relationship.”

You grinned at his words.

“Okay now where is it?” He repeats his original question. And you don’t want to give him the answer, you don’t but your eyes somehow fall to the sweater nearby.

In a second he’s standing in front of the table, “you’re lucky you’re pretty because your lying skills need a lot of work.“ Pushing the sweater out of the way he reveals the player.

“You listened to it.”

“Yes. I did.”

Truth be told Peter had that tape ready for months. He just didn’t know when exactly was the right time to give it to you. But now just knowing that you listened to it, he could feel his heart thumping against his chest, as the saliva started building up in his mouth. You two haven’t really said those “special”words yet so the thought of you hearing it now, made him panic just a little.

“So…what did you think about it?”

“Oh I mean I love it. You picked songs that have meaning to the both of us so I really loved it. Thank you, that was really thoughtful.”

That it. That’s all you said. Peter waited a few seconds to see if you had anything more to add, but that was it which became clear to him that you didn’t get the message.

He stood there unsure if he should explain it to you, or just say it now, but instead he grinned, opening his arms and wrapped you in close. “I’m glad you liked it.”

It was okay that you didn’t get the secret message, maybe it wasn’t the right time. But he was okay with that. One day just one day he’d be sure to point your attention to the first letter of each song, and maybe then you’d get the message but for now he was okay with this.

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[andydrysdalerogers]

Sliding Into Home ~ Maybe I Should Have Ducked?

Pairing: MLB!Frank Adler x Abigail Hernandez (OFC)

Synopsis:

After a trade from Boston to Los Angeles, first baseman Frank Adler would seem to have it all. Money, women, an amazing niece, yes Frank should have it all. Except for one thing. One thing that left after a mistake five years ago. Los Angeles should be the chance to start over. Except she is supposed to be in Boston. Not his new medical director.

* A Frank Adler AU x Major League Baseball Story**

Warning: ANGST (i can't stress this enough), second chances, cheating, S~M~U~T!!, slow burn, drug use, abandonment issues, betrayal, domestic violence (i may have missed some), flashbacks

Dividers by me

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San Francisco is usually beautiful in late Spring. The air wasn’t sweltering yet, the flowers were in bloom.  

And the rivalry with Los Angeles was in full swing.  

Frank gritted his teeth at the thought of having to see Bobby Fuller again.  That asshole had been traded two years after the Vegas incident and he and Frank had been at each others throats during that time. So seeing him with the Giants was hard.  The Dodgers would be playing the Giants more often than he did with the Red Sox.  

During the first inning, there was almost a full out brawl when the pitcher almost hit Frank in the head with an errant pitch. Frank got into his face but never made a violent move.  The benches were  given a warning and play continued.  

Abby sat in the dugout as the trainer on the field, a responsibility that she enjoyed because not only was she involved with the team, but she was also close to Frank.  They didn’t interact much, knowing the TV cameras were everywhere, but Frank gave her a side smirk every once in a while, allowing the butterflies to gather in her stomach. When he could, he gave her a gentle touch, so she knew he was there.  

It seemed the game calmed down for a few innings until the top of the sixth.  Frank was back at bat and observed a pitching changeup.  The new pitcher, Smith, stopped to hear something from Fuller and then warmed up. Frank was curious but he let it go, concentrating on the pitch. The first one was low and inside, the second was away.  Frank smirked. He knew he just needed to be patient.  

Except when the fastball went wide of the box. And bounced off of Frank’s hand and into his face.  

He dropped to the ground, not moving. Abby grabbed her bag and followed another trainer out to the field. “Adler? Frank? Can you hear me?” Abby looked at Dave, the other trainer. “We need to move him. Get the brace.”  After fitting Frank with the neck brace, Dave and Abby carefully turned him over. “Oh Frankie,” she whispered.  

Frank had blood coming from the side of his face. “Fuck,” he moaned.  He blinked. “Cricket?”  

“Oh thank God. Let’s get the backboard,” she ordered Dave. As the EMTs came in, she smiled down at Frank. “If you wanted my attention, there are other ways Franklin.”  

“Full name treatment. I’m an injured man Cricket.” He smiled but immediately grimaced. Johnny came over to check on him.  “Hey man.”  

“Adler, jesus, are you ok?” 

“Maybe I should have ducked?” 

Abby smacks his shoulder. “We’re gonna get him checked out Storm.”  They loaded him to a cart as the crowd in San Francisco clapped and Frank gave a wave.  

The ride to the hospital was quick and Abby spoke with the attending physician to advise what happened.  She stood back in the examination room as the doctors on call checked him over.  The lead doctor came to speak to Abby. “Dr. Hernandez, it looks like Mr. Adler has a very minor concussion, a contusion on his face that will require a couple of stitches and a broken pinkie finger.  My recommendation is three weeks of healing.”  

Abby let out a sigh of relief. “That's better news than I had hoped for.  I agree with your assessment.  I will let the team know. Thank you so much.”  

“We can release him in your care today but no flying for 48 hours. Let me know if you need anything else?” 

“Just copies of his records for the team.” They shook hands and Abby went to Frank. “How do you feel about a small vacation?” 

“That bad?” 

“Broken pinkie, a small cut that needs stitches, and a small concussion. The League is putting you into concussion protocol, which is two weeks and the pinkie will need an extra week.  I’m sorry love, but three weeks on the injury reserved.”  

“That’s all of June,” Frank whines as he leans his head back.  Abby runs her nails through his scalp gently and he lets out a hum of contentment. “Will you stay with me Cricket?” He looked at her with puppy eyes.  

“I will have to work a little but yes, I can stay with you.”  

“What about...” 

“He’s back east with the firm. He took a case over there that will last about a month.” She bit her lip. “We’ll be fine.”  

Frank kissed the inside of her wrist. “I love you.”  

“I love you.  Now, let’s get you discharged and to the hotel. I need to let Todd know your status and have another trainer join the team for the rest of the trip.”  

When Frank and Abby arrived back at LAX, a teary Mary and Scott were waiting for them.  Mary ran up to Frank and he scooped her up with his good hand.  She cried into his neck, and he tried to sooth her. “Hey Nugget, its ok, I’m ok.”  

Mary pulled back and squished his face between her small hands.  She pushes his head around, inspecting the cut and his eyes. “Frank, you scared me.” She pushes his lips to make him smile. “You’re smiling.”  

“Yeah, I scared me too.  But Abby took good care of me.”  He flashed a soft smile to Abby before Mary launched herself into Abby.  

“Thank you, Abby, for taking care of Frank.”  

“Always Nugget. I’ll always take care of my family.”  She put Mary down so Frank could take her hand and she turned to Scott.  “How bad?” 

“She cried until you guys called. It was pretty scary.” Scott huffs.  “If he wanted your attention...” 

“I did not do it to get her attention,” Frank growled.  “If I wanted to get her attention, I would just need to show her my...” 

“Franklin!” 

Scott snickered as Frank groaned.  “Franklin, that’s so lame,” Mary says.  

Frank looks at Abby, who blows him a kiss. He shakes his head but returns the gesture as they make it out to the car.  Getting home, Frank gets to the couch and leans his head back. “Are you in pain Frankie?” 

“A little, Cricket.” He grimaces. “Just feel pressure behind my eyes.”  

“Yep, that’s the concussion.” Abby reaches for her bag and takes out a couple of tablets. “Here, let me get you some water.” Scott comes around with a bottle of water and Frank looks at him gratefully. He swallows the medicine and tries to close his eyes. “Baby, if you want to sleep, you should be in your room with the curtains closed. You’ll feel better, promise.”  

“Will you lay with me?” he asked pathetically.  

“Sure love.”  She helps Frank up and into his room. She gets him down and curled up against him. “Better?” He nodded and closed his eyes. “Rest, my love.  I’ll be right here.”  

The next ten days were calm with Frank still recovering from his concussion. On day 12, he became restless. He woke up with his Cricket in his arms, her butt right up against his pelvis. Christ, her ass is perfect, he thinks. He lets his hand wander down, dipping below her panties. She sighs in her sleep, but Frank wants to wake her up. He pulls her leg over his hip to open her up and lets his fingertips dip into her folds. Fucking wet and warm for him, like always. He slowly sinks a finger in.  

“Frankie,” she moans softly. “Baby, your head.” 

“It is clear as ever Cricket. Can I have you?” She nods and Frank smiles. He adds a finger and pumps at a steady rhythm. She cries out quietly and he palms her clit.  He brings her to the brink and watches as she shatters in his arms.  

“Need. More,” she pants.  

“Whatever you need Cricket.”  Frank pushes her panties down her legs and then pushes his own boxers down, grasping her knee and pulling it back over his hip.  He let his tip dance around the remnants of her release before slowly pushing in. She purrs at the stretch, and he gives a low chuckle.  “Can you be quiet for me Cricket? Can you be a good girl and be quiet?” He feels her nod against his ear. He pulls back and rocks back into her and he can feel her hum at the sensation.  “Good girl. Such a good fucking girl.”  

Abby is lost in the sensation of Frank taking her apart slowly. He isn’t rough or fast, just taking his time, making her feel everything. She whimpers at a particularly deep thrust into her womb but she doesn’t cry out. “That's my good Cricket,” he whispers, making her clench around him. “Didn’t realize you have a thing for praise, my love.”  

“Frankie,” she whispered. “Don’t be cruel.”  

“Never, my love.” He ran a finger down her skin until he met her clit.  He rubbed slowly, feeling her build around his cock. “Are you almost there? I know you are, can feel it.”  

“Yes,” she gasped. He didn’t stop until she shattered, seeing stars as he pumped in one, two, three and released inside of her with a low groan.  

“I love you.”  

“I love you more.”  

“Not possible.”  

“Let’s take a trip.”  

Abby looks from her coffee. “What?” 

“Let’s go on a trip.  Nug has her trip to DC this week, Scott’s heading back to Boston while she’s gone. I can’t stare at these walls anymore Cricket.”  

“You’re on injured reserve Frankie, you can’t just take a trip.”  

Frank pouts and gives her puppy eyes.  “Please?” 

“Oh so you think that just giving me eyes and a sweet little please is going to change my mind.”  Abby turns back to her computer with a scoff.  She misses Frank coming from behind her and sweeping her curls off of her shoulder.  He presses sweet kisses to her neck and shoulders, watching her lose her head and tilt back, exposing more of her.  

“I can stop, my love, and just go back to the couch.”  

“N-no.” She closes her eyes as her hand cups the back of his neck.  She can feel his smile against her skin.  

“Just a few nights. Please.”  

Abby starts to lose control of her gasps. She knows she needs to be quiet but the sensation of his lips on the column of her throat is one of the best she’s ever felt. “Ok,” she whispers as he nips her gently. “Fine, where do you want to go?” 

After Mary is dropped off with the school for her trip, Frank heads to the airport to drop Scott off for his flight to Boston.  “Have fun Frank,” he said with a wink.  

“You too Scott.” He gave him a hug and walked back to his car.  As he drove away from LAX, a sign blinked at him and an idea hit him. It was time, he thought to himself. He messaged Abby.  

Frank: pack for the heat  Abby: Why?  Frank: I want to take you somewhere and it will be hot.   Abby: I hate being hot.   Frank: Humor me  Abby: 😑 Fine.   Frank: Love you. 😘 

Abby packed her suitcase, smiling at the message Frank sent when another popped up 

Mike: How’s the road trip?  Abby: Fine.  Mike: I miss you  Abby: You too  Mike: I’ll be home in a week.   Abby: Ok, I’ll be home 

“Fuck,” she muttered.  She hated that she hadn’t had the nerve to just break it off yet. She was just scared of Mike’s reaction. Abby wasn’t normally a confrontational person.  The last time she was hostile, well, she lost Frank. The memory made her sad. When she heard the door open, she shook it off and closed her case.  

“Hey Cricket. All set?” Frank’s excitement was in the air.  

“Yeah baby, I’m all set.” Abby smiled as she wrapped her arms around his neck.  “Gonna tell me where we are going?” 

He kissed her nose. “Nope. Let’s go.” He grabbed her bag and his and headed to his Camero.  

“I can’t believe you still have this car.”  

“I can’t believe you would think that I got rid of it.” Frank started the car and headed out. “This is my prize for getting drafted.”  

“And here I thought that was me,” she replied without a thought. Frank smile dropped a little. He swallowed, wondering if this road trip idea was smart. He stayed silent, thinking about all the details and hoped that she would listen.  

A few hours later, Abby’s face was in disbelief.  Frank had taken them to Las Vegas.  She didn’t know what to say. Why would he bring them to the very place that had broken them?  Having never been to the city herself, she was awestruck at the lights and sounds.  Frank pulled into a fancy one, the Bellagio and had the valet take their car and bags.  He held her hand as they walked into the lobby.  Abby gasped as she took in the glass flower ceiling. “Wow.”  

“It is beautiful,” Frank commented. “When the team had come out here and we were walking around, I remember thinking that you would have loved this.”  

“Is this... is there where...” 

“No Cricket. I will never go back to that particular hotel ever again.” Frank checked them in and a hotel concierge walked them to their room.  “This is one of our high roller suites, sir.  If you need anything just call the desk and someone will be right up.”  

“Thank you.” Frank tipped the man as Abby took in the room.  It faced out to the strip and she could see the other hotels. Suddenly, what sounded like a cannon blasted water up in the air and the fountain began to dance.  

“The fountain,” she squealed as Frank chuckled. She could faintly hear the remnants of a Frank Sinatra in the air as the towers of water began to dance.  When it ended, Abby clapped. “That was amazing.”  

“It says here that it happens every half hour to a new song until midnight so we can watch it again if you like Cricket.”  Frank loved watching her as she enjoyed the show.  It was something he remembered from that awful October, wishing he could have shared it with her then. “C’mon baby, let me feed you and we can take a walk.”  

After a delicious meal, Frank and Abby walked hand in hand on the crowded streets. They pointed at the different signs, different characters that were walking the strip, laughing, and enjoying being just Frank and Abby.  As they approached one hotel, Frank’s palms began to sweat. “Frankie?” 

“Can I tell you a story? It doesn’t have a happy ending but maybe we can rewrite it.” Frank looked to his feet.  

“You can talk to me about anything, love.” Abby cupped his cheek. “Take your time.”  

Frank swallowed.  “About five years ago, I won the big game for my team, and we came here to celebrate. I really didn’t want to because I had my amazing girlfriend and my darling little niece at home, but I didn’t want to come off as a bad team player.  My best friend came with me, and we lived it up.  Our captain had gotten us a couple of tables at a club, and we had fun.” Frank sighed and pointed to the club in front of the MGM. “See that sign? Its for the club we went to.  This is the hotel we were staying at.  Anyways, we partied and went back to the suite where some of us had been staying at.”  

“Alone?” She asked, quietly.  

“Me, yes.  Some women approached me that night, but I refused.  I wasn’t drinking as much as the rest of the guys from what I can remember. Anyways, some of the guys had brought girls back with us and the hotel had set up a bar for us to drink from.  There was a pool off the balcony of the room and the girls were getting in with just their underwear.  I was uncomfortable.  I said that to Mike. The last thing I remember clearly was him handing me a glass of scotch.  He said, ‘Adler, you earned this.’ You’re a good man to Abby and a wonderful father to Mary.  Just relax and enjoy.’” 

“Mike handed you that drink?” 

“That’s the last one I remember.  When I woke up, I was in a room, not mine. My head was splitting, and I was dehydrated.  I made it to the bathroom and when I looked back, I saw the blonde. I yelled at her, asking her what the fuck she was doing in my room. She panicked and said she didn’t remember coming in there with me.  Mike rushed in and told her to get out while checking over with me.  I asked him what I had done, and he said, I swear, he said that I got drunk, and I couldn’t make it to my room so he put me in his.”  

Abby closed her eyes. “Why would Mike lie?  He had no reason to.”  

“Abby, I love how you are so trusting but Mike has had it bad for you since high school. But he knew I liked you and was working up the nerve to tell you for years. But back to the story. I called Steve and asked what I should do.  He was here as well with another client.  He asked me to stop the girl and ask her for the truth.  I did manage to stop her, ask her and promise not to go to the press.  I would pay anything for it not to go to press.  I needed to tell you first.  Steve showed up and got an NDA in place. He talked to her and she confirmed, nothing happened.”  

“But then the pictures came out.”  

“Then the pictures came out.  I was so angry that someone, who knows who, they violated my privacy, my trust.  I was desperately trying to get to you first but by the time I landed, it was too late. You didn’t let me explain and I lost you.”  

“Oh Frankie,” she cried as she pressed herself into his chest.  

“I’m so sorry Cricket. I should have called, I should have done something else to stop this from happening. I lost five years with you when a simple phone call would have solved everything.  I am so sorry.”  

“I’m sorry too Frankie, I should have just taken a moment to listen to you. When I got those texts of those photos...” 

Frank pulled back. “What texts?” 

“I got an anonymous text with the photos and an audio of you just says, “I can’t tell Abby,” I thought, well I thought it was more common.”  

“You don’t know who sent it.” She shook her head. “Fuck, I don’t, I don’t even know what to say.  I was always going to tell you but I didn’t want to do it by phone.” He pulled her back into his arms and held her tight. “I love you Cricket.  I never stopped.” He kissed the top of her head as they held each other.  

Abby sighed after a while.  “Take me to bed?” 

Frank didn’t answer, just turned away from the hotel that ruined his life and started back to the fountain.  As they walked, Abby spotted something and stopped.  “Cricket?” 

She pointed at the building. “We could make better memories.”  

Frank stared at the building and back at his girl.  

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Loving Arthur

Charthur dabble

🦌🦬🦌🦬

Arthur was capable, Charles didn't have to worry much about his safety.

……most of the time.

Especially now that the gang has settled a bit, Hosea’s snake oil turned out to be very good whiskey.

True Dutch and Micha where still plotting something. But not having Arthur work the jobs for them and do all the leg work?

Those plans seemed to fizzle out like old cigarettes embers.

Arthur was strong, smart (despite what he would say) and was so damn quick with a gun.

Charles knew the love of his life would survive.

But the sight of Charles's beloved mate tanning the hide of a jaguar, hit a nerve.

Normally Charles wouldn't mind Arthur hunting big game, it was impressive. From a poor hunter to a master class one Arthurs skills had grown.

But Arthur was pregnant. Hardly a month or so, Kieran oddly had a skill when it came to babies? Like he knew Arthur was pregnant before Arthur did.

He had told Charles he was going fishing just down the way. Told Charles he would be safe and not to worry. Judging by the hanging corpse of a jaguar that's not what happened.

“Arthur.” Charles walked over to him, crossing his arms over his chest.

The outlaw jumped a bit holding the fleshing knife still. “Howdy Charles, how was ya-” Arthur's voice slowly died in his throat receiving a pointed look from his Alpha. “I…um…can explain?”

“I would love to hear it, how did you catch a jaguar while fishing?” Charles asked keeping his voice quiet and even.

Innocent until proven guilty and all that.

“I promise ya I was fishing, pretty bluegill just down the way. I was sitting down, drinking all that water ya asked me too and even ate.” he offered up. “I was packing my basket of fish to go, looked up and there it was. A whole jaguar!” Arthur shifted as told his story. “Started running for me, I was able to shoot it before it got too close.”

Charles looked at Arthur and slowly looked at the big cat. He covered his eyes and gave a low grown. “Are you hurt?” he asked.

“Naw, didn't even touch me.” Arthur rested his thumbs in his (much loser) gunbelt. “I'mma sorry, I didn't think-”

“It's fine Arthur. I'm glad you're okay, baby okay too?” Charles asked.

Arthur nodded slowly. “Yeah, had Mrs.Grimshaw check…baby is fine.”

“What am I going to do with you, crazy white boy? Strange things happen to you.” Charles pulled Arthur close and kissed him. “…..now…the pelt is beautiful…what are you planning on doing with it?” he asked resting his arm over Arthurs shoulder.

“Aw hell, i dont know. I'm still shocked you wanna be around me. Maybe keep me on a leash?” Arthur joked into the kiss. “Oh the pelt? I was thinking…i don't think I could use a stroller for the baby. I need to work and I ain't gonna dump our baby on people…was thinking of a backboard? Big enough for you and me to be able ta wear.”

Charles nodded thinking it over. “I get what you mean about strollers, I've only seen them in places with streets. Bulky and metal.” he looked at the pelt. “A backboard is a good idea, I'm not sure how to make one…”

“Figured next time we visit Eagle flys and Rainfalls we would ask?” Arthur suggested. “Being the best leather and hide we got?”

“I would like that.” Charles gave a nod. “But if you get attacked by another Jaguar, I think I'll die.”

“Oh no you ain't! Ya gotta stick around with me. Can't die until I do.”

Charles laughed loudly. “Love you too.”

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[paperstorm]

wip wednesday

thank you @strandnreyes and @reyesstrand <33

At recess, TK plays basketball with Mike and Brandon like he usually does. When Brandon misses what would be a 3-point shot and it ricochets off the backboard, TK catches sight of the new kid as it bounces along the pavement past where he’s sitting alone in the grass. He’s picking at blades of it and putting them into a pile on his own leg.

Brandon chases after the ball. TK turns back to Mike, but before he can say anything he hears Brandon’s voice from behind them.

“Know how to play basketball, third grader?”

TK turns around.

“Yes,” the new boy answers. He moves, starting to get up, and the pile of grass topples off of his leg.

“I wasn’t asking you to play with us,” Brandon says, before the kid can get to his knees. “You’re not tall enough to reach the net anyway.”

The boy freezes.

“Don’t be a jerk,” TK calls. To the new boy, he says, “you can play if you want.”

Next to him, Mike groans. “He’s a baby. He’ll ruin it.”

TK glares at him, anger suddenly burning inside him. “I’d rather play with a baby than a bully.”

He walks away before Mike can answer and ignores it as his name is called.

To the boy, still perched uncomfortably on the grass and watching him with wide, worried eyes, TK says, “Hi, I’m TK. Sorry about them.”

The boy shakes his head. “I’m Carlos.”

TK points to his left. “There’s a field of clovers over there, wanna try to find a four-leaf one?”

Carlos nods eagerly.

“You’re really ditching us?” Brandon asks loudly.

TK gives him the middle finger, which puts a shocked look on Brandon’s stupid pink face and makes Carlos giggle.

@chaotictarlos @goodways @theghostofashton @thebumblecee if you want to play!

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[originemesis]

@kugel-bitch cont. xxx

"Mmrp." Sappy. Sure, she'll take sappy, supposing it's not the worst streak to have crop up every now and again, spurred by a drop or two of liquid encouragement, that is. She'd like to see him try to convince their peers that Lute the lunatic is actually a bleeding-heart softy under all those perpetually ruffled feathers. There lies the difference in their respective facades. His mask is brittle. Hers never slips. If it does, it is through a conscious decision. Deliberate. A decision she only really makes for him, and only really because it's fair, when he's as easily decipherable as a preschool textbook it's apt she help him glean an insight into her pages once in a while. ...because it's fair—but also because some skittish part of her does want to be known by him. As daunting of a prospect as that is. To be known.

"Maybe. You best keep that intel under tight wraps, though. I've got an image to uphold—" Feathers spring up like a cockatoo's crest when Adam lavishes the juncture of her neck and jaw with a generously damp lap of his tongue. A gesture which prompts the angel to sort of shimmy and rub herself, both against him and the backboard of the sofa in order to rid herself of the ensuing goosebumps. A light chuff of a laugh in response to that last query before she grants herself the permission to sink comfortably into the quietude of their tender entanglement, a crooked smile baring tapered canines stringing the outermost edges of her lips up high, so that the corners of her almond eyes crinkle with the sincerity of it. "Mmh yeah? Wanna see me crack open a bottle of absinthe?--I'll be the cutest fucking excorcist that ever flapped her wings this side of heaven.--Just gimme twelve hours and a bottle of tylenol." She half whispers, half laughs into the meager space between their lips when they periodically part for a passing moment, only to dip forward and recapture one another at a different angle. Carefully, she presses her avian talons into the sofa in order to propel herself further up his torso until she can comfortably secure her knees in place at either side of his hips. "...hey—" Another octave chipped off her intonation, as hands leave his tousled bird's nest to cradle the sides of his face instead, thumbs gingerly skimming the soft bows of his cheeks. "—you know I would never actually—" If he were paying attention, he might feel the way her lower lip twitches disjontedly as the words temporarily fail her. "—leave...right?"

To be known was something he both wanted and didn't want, but despite the always at-war dichotomy of those two falcon forces of his constantly interlocked at the talons and helicoptering into a helpless freefall, she seemed to always pick up on which side was lower in altitude upon briefly separating and needed more time in the sky to rise back for the next bout of beating each other out of it. After all, the First Man had little else but that title to claim, and while he wasn't opposed to using that façade easily conjured by slipping on a mask and burying himself under multiple layers of robes whose loose and flapping edges would cause folks to second guess if he had just about as many wings as the seraphim did, he still found the transition from the angel they'd made him into the image of his former self just jarring enough to avoid it for as long as he was able, even if it meant permanently existing within the embrace of an exoskeleton. Of course, she was one of the only other beings privy to softer insides cocooned within walls of manic moods and fits pitched to distract him from that inner feeling that compared to all other beastly entities between heaven and hell, he was far more unimpressive than what his title would infer. And yet there he was- unimpressive as usual and pried out of his shell with her talons tangled in his hair and trailing with care like he was something worth preserving- rare, even.

Having already relaxed into his shoulders, still thankful for the dim lighting in the room despite her assurances, he gave a quiet chuckle- amused as always by her willingness to play along with his word games no matter how childish the territory they fell into and often did. "-and you think I don't?" An image to uphold at any rate...though mostly it felt second nature to him at this point. First nature, even...second nature was more along the lines of easing into his skin after a long period of forgetting to force the helmet up farther over his head than just his mouth to brush his teeth. She was probably grateful he did even that, and that it was spurred on by his desire for occasional creature comforts such as the preening peaks of her lips. And if there was any doubt about what he was after during the brief periods of her parting to take shallow breaths, his gaze gilding the edges of her smile was telling enough. He did like it when she spent her shitty mornings sweet talking him. After a night like that he supposed they were both having one.

"...you would hair of the dog that shit. Need a little more sugar to get things going don'tcha think? Order me up a mimosa, babe. Extra on the OJ ~ " Only way he'd trust a fruit was if it was blended up with heaps of added sugar, of course.

As she shifted around, using the help of her talons and his wing to slide up his chest, Adam gave his own few adjustments to accommodate for her roosting, his hips arched up to hook her in place when her 'hey' coaxed his chin downwards until it was nearly against his own chest trying to get a gander at her mood once the subtle quaver in her voice coaxed his curiosity long enough for him to allow her the custody over her lips again despite the peckish mood he'd fallen into. Gaze half-lidded as she lightly fussed over the edges of his face, he fell silent for a moment as he considered her claim. The memory of her twisting that dagger in to his separation anxiety threatened to flare up, but seeing as she was here now and swearing she'd never, it gave the re-opened yet quick to scab scar the gentlest of butterfly kisses.

"...'course not. We're ride or die, babe." The sweet notion skips a beat when his musing trails on, unmuzzled as always. "-and I might just die if you don't start riding-"

#kugel-bitch #//i don't have any him being sweet w/o mask icons ehehe oh well he swerved a little at the end #//butstill<3 grosgrossgross they're so gross n it's killing mee #long post #suggestive cw

[sangorous]

Daddy and Daughter day

word count: 1.1k

genre/warnings: fluff/none

will harper x black!fem!reader

"Okay babe are you prepared to get [daughter's name] ready for the day?" you looked at Will whose head was buried in the pillow.

"This is what you do every morning?" he groaned, looking over at you.

"Um yes. What the hell do you think I've been doin' this whole time?" you gave him a look.

The redhead sat up from the bed, placing his back on the backboard. He couldn't help but sigh, looking at his wife.

"You got this bae!" you placed a kiss on his lips.

"You even got up early to shower," she added while he grabbed her by the waist.

He placed multiple kisses on her lips while one of his hands moved towards the end of her dress. He thought he was slick, but it wouldn't work for her. She quickly pulled back with a chuckle.

"Nice try..." she got up from his lap, fixing her dress. It was like he forgot that he had a five-year-old daughter to prepare for school in half an hour.

"It was worth the try," he chuckled, getting up with a sigh.

This is exactly what he got for telling you about taking a week off work. You were going to use this week as an advantage, to go to work early so you could leave earlier. She'd also like to hear about how Will would be with their daughter. He's only taken care of her on the weekends, but you're there to help. This will be his first time taking care of [daughter's name] by himself.

"Listen it's so easy. Brush her teeth, take her a shower, dress her, give her breakfast, pack her lunch, and drop her off. Won't see her until seven hours, you have the choice of picking her up from aftercare or picking her up through parent pickup. If you do parent pickup though, you have to let her teacher know. Okay?" you gave him a small smile.

"Yeah... I got this under control," he waved you off, getting up from the bed.

The two of you walked down the hall together and once you reached the door, Will grabbed you by the hips. He wanted to give you one more kiss before you made your way to work.

"Call me if you need help okay?"

"I'll be fine," he smiled at you before he closed the door.

Will could hear tiny footsteps from the wall, so he slowly walked over to [daughter name]'s room and could hear her fake snoring. He took a seat on her bed, peeking over at her. Her eyes were closed tightly.

"I think someone isn't getting a happy meal today after school..." he sang while she jolted up.

"You tricked me!" she shouted, lunging over at her father.

"Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, let's get ready for school," he picked her up and walked over to the bathroom.

He placed her down and handed her the toothbrush. She began to brush her teeth and once she was done, Will helped her wash her face at the sink before taking her a shower. After her shower, he placed her on her bed.

"What color shirt do you wanna wear princess?" he looked at his daughter who sat on her bed.

"PINK!" she shouted while he walked over to her closet.

He searched through her clothes and found a pink polo shirt and a khaki skirt. He dried his daughter and put lotion on her, and then she placed her clothes on. He decided to let her choose her socks and shoes. She picked out a pair of long white hello kitty socks and her pink vans that matched her shirt. The father and daughter duo made their way to the kitchen where will made her some pancakes with fruit salad. While she ate her breakfast, he made her lunch. He made her a sandwich with some strawberries and blueberries, and some mac and cheese. He also gave her a candy bar even though he knew he'd get his ass chewed up for it, but that was his princess. Will left her a note on the candy, and it said, 'Have a good day at school princess, I'll try and pick you up early today so we can have fun. From love, daddy,' and closed her lunchbox.

Will decided that he'd walk her to school since it'd take five minutes to take her to school. He'd have [daughter's name] on his left shoulder while they walked to her school. Once they arrived, he placed her down and placed a peck on her cheek.

"Have a good day princess!" he smiled at her while she gave him a big and tight hug.

"See you later daddy!" she shouted before running over to her friend.

"Annalese!" [daughter's name] shouted to her best friend.

"My dad took me to school today! He's super cool and he used to be a superhero," she whispered the last part causing her friend to gasp.

Will made his way back home where he decided to work on some of the spare cameras he had in his office. After fixing those cameras, he decided to make himself some lunch and take a nap before doing some housework. He knew that there were a few things that you'd complain about so he decided to fix that since he was off and he had plenty of time to do so.

After he'd finished doing everything on his list, he looked at the clock and saw that it was 2:50. Maybe he'd go pick up [daughter's name] from aftercare early today and they could have some fun this Monday.

"Daddy!" she shouted, running to him. He picked her up and thanked everyone in the office before he left the office.

Once they arrived home, Will took his daughter a shower. After her shower, she sat at the dining table with her homework and he helped her. He was glad that she was in kindergarten and her homework was easy. Then he walked over to the kitchen and made a few snacks so that they could have a little movie marathon while they waited for [your name] to come home from work.

Five o'clock came and they heard the door open, "mommy!" [daughter's name] shouted, getting up from the couch and running to you.

"Hey munchkin!" you picked her up and kissed her cheek.

"Was daddy nice to you?" you looked at her while she nodded her head.

"I can hear you," he sighed, getting up from the couch.

"Just wanted to make sure she was okay," you joked before kissing his lips.

"This is the best day I've ever had with daddy!" she shouted, wrapping her other arm around Will to make a group hug.

꒰𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐚'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬🥲.꒱

figured this might do well on here vs wattpad…🤠

#black reader #black writers #interracial #anime x black!reader #black!reader #young justice x black!reader #young justice x black reader #young justice #dc universe x black!reader #dc universe x black reader #dceu x black reader #dceu x black!reader #dceu #will harper #will harper x black!reader #will harper x black reader

[fighterkimburgess]

Officer Down

Summary: After an explosion rips through a box truck in a parking lot, Hailey Upton doesn’t wake up immediately.

Words: 2.1k

Warnings: injuries, medical tests, talk of needles and blood.

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AN: If anyone had “Cíara writes an upstead fic” in their hiatus bingo, let me know. You should probably buy a lotto ticket.

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The ringing in his ears began to fade as Jay sat up, the world covered in grey smoke. Turning his head too quickly was almost painful, but his mind was focused on one thing. Where was his wife?

“HAILEY!” He screamed, vision finally coming back fully as he looked around. The truck was blown to pieces, twisted scorched metal dotted around the lot. He thought there was a car alarm going off, but he wasn’t sure. “HAILEY!”

There was no response, and Jay made himself stand and survey the scene. She’d been just behind him. But now she was twenty yards away and he was running, losing his balance as he tried sprinting to her with a spinning head and aching heart.

“Hailey, Hailey. Hailey, wake up. Wake up!” She was too still, but her pulse was steady under her too pale skin. He grabbed out his multiway, the Intelligence only radio ignored as he fiddled with the channel.

“50-21 George there’s been an explosion at the parking lot at West Addison and California. 10-1, officer down. Roll an RA to our location right now, she’s unconscious.” His fingers never left Hailey’s neck, her pulse easing his worries. “Hailey, are you with me? Wake up, Hail, c’mon. Wake up.” 

He was too afraid to shake her with the blow she’d taken, worried about how her back could have been injured. Instead with one hand he picked up his secure radio, Voight screaming into it.

“Sarge! Hailey’s been hurt. There was an explosion, I don’t know what’s going on.”

“Is she awake? Jay, is she awake?” He could barely hear his sergeant’s question over the fear in his head but he shook it.

“She’s unconscious. Ambo is on the way, we’re closer to Rush but I’ll get them to bring us to Med. She’s not waking up.”

“It’s Upton, she’s going to be fine. Stay with your wife. We’ll stay on Escano, Hailey needs you.”

“I’ll keep you updated.”

The roar of the ambulance finally arrived, along with CFD’s finest. And in this case he was so lucky it was people he knew from 51 arriving, hoses in hand to knock back the fire from the explosion. Mikami and a stranger came running over with the backboard, shock on Mikami’s face.

“Halstead, what happened?”

“There was an explosion, a case we were working our CI got burned. Hailey got the brunt. Violet…” It was the first time he’d used the paramedic’s first name, and he saw immediately how it affected her.

“You’re coming with us, you’re injured too. I’m assuming you want Med?”

“Please?” Jay never begged, never asked questions, but when it was to get Hailey the best care he’d do anything.

“But Rush is closest to—“ The paramedic he didn’t know began to speak, but Violet interrupted her.

“Detective Halstead’s brother is an attending at Med, and this is said detective’s wife. If we don’t bring her to Med she’ll get transferred across. It’s better continuity of care.” She paused, finishing her survey and putting a c-collar on his still unconscious wife. “Go get the backboard on the other side. STELLA! We need you for a roll.”

Jay watched as one of his wife’s friends came over, dawning horror on her face as she realised it was Hailey lying there.

“Halstead…what…what can I do?”

“Just help her. Please.”

He watched them roll her on and strap her in, the rest of Stella’s truck crew running as gently as possible with Hailey to get her into the ambulance. Jay followed, pats on his back and squeezes to his arm as he got in from the people he knew.

“Let me know what happens,” Stella said, the last one to give him a squeeze as he got in.

“You know I will. She’ll kill me if I don’t.”

The doors shut and Stella hit them, the new paramedic setting off with the sirens going.

“Where’s Brett?” Jay asked, watching as Violet put a mask on Hailey, gauze on the cuts on her face.

“Put this on your cheek, you’re bleeding.” She handed him a wad of gauze and he followed her instructions, wincing at the ache the pressure gave him. “She’s in Oregon. Jacobs is my temporary partner while she’s gone. She’ll be back soon.” 

It was clear she didn’t want conversation and Jay stayed quiet in the rig as Violet worked. Hailey was still unconscious as they pulled into Med, the doors opening to reveal Maggie and Will.

“Jay. What happened?” Will went to professional mode, but Jay could see the worry in his eyes.

“Hailey Upton, 33. Caught in an explosion, she’s been unconscious since it happened.” Violet rattled off vital signs but Jay didn’t pay attention, just watching as they wheeled her into a trauma room. It was flashbacks to finding Kim, except this time he wasn’t covered in blood. She’d be fine. She had to be fine.

His stomach roiled and he ran to the bathroom, barely making it in time to bring up bile. They’d been made. His wife was in danger and he could barely breathe. If they only got six months to be married and that was it…no. He couldn’t think like that. He couldn’t.

When he was steady enough he flushed and washed his hands, arriving back out to see Hailey’s bed be wheeled to the elevator. He went to run but Will stopped him, grabbing onto his shoulders. For the first time in almost two years Jay melted into his big brother and let Will hold him, taking the strength he needed for a moment.

“How is she?” He asked when he let go, Will steering him to an empty bay.

“She’s still unconscious. We’ve sent her up for a CT and MRI to make sure everything’s ok in her spine and brain. It’s normal after a hard fall like that, so I’m not worried that she’s still out. Do we need to know anything?”

“No, nothing. She’s healthy, things are good. Things are finally good for us, Will. We’re married and happy and things are finally right. I can’t…”

“She’s going to be fine. You could have told me about the marriage though, finding out from her ring wasn’t fun and I couldn’t answer any questions.”

Jay rocked his mind back to when he’d told his brother…and he hadn’t. Between work and the new apartment and Will picking up extra shifts because of the stupid ass apartment building he’d bought they hadn’t been able to get a drink since maybe Halloween.

“Fuck. I’m sorry.”

“Good to know you can keep a secret. I need to stitch up your face, tell me what happened.”

He didn’t have Hailey there to distract him from the needles, fear gripping him. But Will kept him talking and he was able to get through it with the thought that he’d see his wife soon. He had to see her soon.

“Congratulations. I’m taking you both out for dinner when she’s ready to go. You deserve it. Do you want Mom’s ring?”

“Nah.” The thought of that ring hadn’t even hit his mind. “She didn’t even want an engagement ring. The silicone bands mean we don’t need to worry in work about anything.”

“Practical as always. We were able to leave hers on for the moment. She should be back any minute, once I get the results I’ll let you know.”

“Thanks.” They came out to Hailey being wheeled down and Jay was allowed sit with her. It’d been an hour and a half since everything had happened, and time had passed too quickly and not fast enough. He stayed still, holding the hand that didn’t have a cannula in it. Every part of his body wanted to leave the hospital, but it was Hailey. He wasn’t going anywhere.

A knock on the glass startled him, Ruzek there with a grave expression on his face. Jay gave the wave for him to come in, Adam taking the spare seat.

“How is she?”

“Still unconscious. Will says it’s normal, but.” He shrugged.

“If anybody knows what you’re dealing with right now, I do. And I know the rage that’s gonna hit you in about an hour, that someone could harm the person you love. And I also know that you’ll let it fester because you won’t make the stupid decisions I made.”

“I went with you for some of them.”

“Let me be wise and sage for a minute. I wanted to check in, I was driving past and thought you’d want an update. But Escano’s dead.”

“The fuck?”

“He was stabbed to death. And castrated. Anna’s missing. It’s a mess but it’s our mess. Stay here with your wife, make sure she’s ok.”

“I can…”

“Platt once told me that the worst thing to do is to wake up alone after an in the line incident. I still regret not being here last year when Kim woke up. Stay here.”

“When did she tell you that?” Jay meant it as a joke, but Adam took it seriously, eyes staring at the ceiling as he counted.

“Seven years, four months, eleven days ago. When Kim got shot by that robot gun shit. But it’s good advice.”

“Yeah. It is. Let me know what’s happening?”

“You know I will.” Ruzek stood, looking over at Hailey in the bed. “You know she’s loved you for years, right? Even when we were together, we both knew there was someone else we wanted. I’m just really glad she’s happy. You both deserve it.”

“Thank you. For all of it.” Jay rose and pulled the younger man into a hug, holding him close for a few seconds before they separated. Adam got it out of everyone, and having him there for even a few minutes meant a lot.

“I’ve gotta get back, we’re searching for whatever we can find. Voight and Platt told me to let you know that if you even think about coming back to the district they’ll individually and together kill you.” Jay actually laughed at that, a real one that made Adam smile.

“I’m not leaving. Even if it is a hospital.”

As Ruzek left with a wave, badge around his neck as he went back to work, Will arrived in with an iPad. The first thing he did was pull the c-collar from around Hailey’s neck, Jay relaxing seeing it happen.

“What’s the diagnosis?”

“Her neck and spine are fine. She’s got some cracked ribs, and she’ll have a concussion and a hell of a headache, but she’ll be fine.”

“Why isn’t she awake then?” The anger burst out of him unintentionally, staring at his brother. “If she’s ok why hasn’t she woken up?”

“How much stress are you under right now? Can you even tell me about it?” Will didn’t give him an inch, Jay staring back at him. 

“No.”

“That’s why. Her body was forced to rest, so now she’s fully resting. It’s a good thing, as awkward as it can be. She’ll wake up soon. We’re gonna admit her for the night for observation, someone will be over to bring her up to the neuro ward. I got Abrams to check her scans to be sure. Ok?”

“I’m sorry. Thanks.”

“I get it.” Will squeezed his shoulder before going to leave. “I’ve to get back to work, when I’m finished I’ll come up to see you both.”

It was another forty minutes before an orderly came down to get her upstairs, Jay following them. Hailey was put into a room on her own, a view of Chicago from the window. Not that Jay even noticed it, his attention was focused on his wife in the bed.

Every twenty minutes or so he got a text from someone in his unit letting him know what was going on. They’d found the stash house and Anna was safe, Escano’s killer unknown. He could read between the lines of Burgess’s text, what she wasn’t saying but was. He didn’t care. Anna wasn’t his problem right then, his wife was his priority. Whatever happened with the case happened. He’d find out later.

Violet had put Hailey’s cannula in her right hand thanks to him insisting she was left handed so Jay got to hold her hand, pushing a kiss to her wedding ring. After the worst week of their lives, the fear that she’d be in prison or worse. The not knowing. The way Voight proved he would actually go down for one of them. He’d never trust the man how he used to - and he knew Hailey wouldn’t either - but that had meant a little to him.

“I really need you to wake up soon. I dunno how long I can wait here without your eyes open. Please?”

He stared at the tv in the corner, a random infomercial playing. How they’d found an infomercial in the early evening he had no idea, but there it was on the screen.

“Jay?” He turned too quickly, Hailey’s eyes open and a confused expression on her face.

“Hey. There was an explosion, you got hit pretty hard and you’ve been out. How’re you feeling?”

“Like I got pushed onto my back by an explosion?” Her dry humour made him laugh, Hailey grinning. He hit the call bell for the nurse, watching as the exam was done.

“A mild concussion but you got very lucky, Detective. And your husband didn’t leave your side. We’ll leave you alone for a while, and I’ll get food for you.”

She stared at Jay in shock for a moment until they were alone. “You hate hospitals.”

“And?”

“No, Jay, you hate hospitals. I had to bribe you with paying for range time to make you get a flu shot.”

“But I love you. So wherever you go, I go. Got it?”

“Got it.” 

He leaned down to kiss her, breathing in the smell that was just Hailey. They were ok. That was all he cared about right now.

#Upstead #jay halstead #Hailey Upton #jay halstead x Hailey Upton #Hailey Upton x jay halstead #jay x Hailey #Hailey x jay

[vbholidayfestival]

"Hey, kid." Tamako stepped up and towered over Cam. She's been watching from a distance for a good hot minute. "The objective is to put the ball in the hole, right? Does it have to be throwing? I'm pretty sure I can slam this thing in."

She leans in a little to be more eye level. "Wanna let me try?"

( 🏀 Tamako can definitely dunk this if he let her )

Cam stares at Tamako for a good long minute, flabbergasted at the woman's impressive build. Holy crap, she could probably dunk him into the basket if she wanted to. He'd probably let her, wow.

"Ah." He eventually finds his voice, looking a bit flustered. "Erm, you have to throw it for a prize."

He offers Tamako a plain ol' basketball.

Yikes, that was a bad throw. A hell of a bad throw. Tamako just used too much force; the ball bounces off the backboard and flies off. Somewhere behind them, they can hear the sound of the Ring the Bronzong bell ringing, with a confused Trip going, "What the... heck?"

Oops.

#vbholidayfestival2023 #answered #holiday hoopas #ghkjdfhkjeshdksjahkjahdsj #team mavericks

[ratdrabbles]

Some brain rot—

Light filtered through the cracked bedroom window, creeping in casting a golden hue until it reached the pair- attempting- to sleep in.

Steve was the first to grumble at the light hitting his face, turning into the curly dark locks cascading over the mound of pillows on Harrington’s backboard of his bed. Twisting around in the sheets to burry himself further, inhaling softly the scent of cigarettes, weed, and somehow he always smelled faintly like honey combs. The fucking cereal- His mind lingered on that. Stomach grumbling as Eddie finally started to make his way back from the land of the dead.

“Mornin’ Stevie Wonder.” Came a gravely sound from Munson- too sleepy to put any emphasis on his tone. Eyes still closed with no intent to move from his stasis any time soon.

“You’re a real morning person aren’t you?” Steve hummed back, sitting up to lean over more to press a kiss the curly haired menaces temple. Another to his cheek before moving across the line of his jaw with more doting affection. Finally getting a sleepy hum of approval from the other man

“You sure are sunshine.”

Eddie laughed softly, turning around himself to peek at the other, god he would never grow used to a sight like this in the morning. Steve fucking Harrington looking ethereal, morning light casting over him like a goddamn angel. Yeah. He definitely wanted to wake up to that every fucking morning.

“You gonna get up or you just gonna look at me all morning-“ The freckle dusted boy teased, head tilting- also thinking about how stupidly pretty his boyfriend looked.

“I just wanna stare at you pretty boy.” The Metalhead sat up now, leaning until their noses bumped, a ring cladded hand moved up to push some of Steve’s messy hair out of his face. Laying wavy and sporadically sticking up in messy strands. Steve Bedhead Harrington.

A laugh spilled from his lips, flushing a little as his eyes met onyx. God. Those butterflies surfaced for Steve as always when Eddie said dumb shit that made him feel like he was free falling. “Shut up Munson.” He leaned in anyways- stealing a soft kiss and pulling away before Eddie could grab him and pull him back into bed. Steve moved to to throw some sweatpants over his boxers. Full well knowing Eddie was giving him puppy eyes behind him.

“I’m starving so I’m gonna cook breakfast. You can come down when you finish getting your beauty rest.”

A exaggerated groan left Eddie immediately. “But I just wanna lay here and hold you and fuckin’ kiss your stupid pretty fuckin’ face.”

God Steve was so in love.

“Mhm- okay but you get like thirty minutes of doting on me and then you’re helping me make pancakes.” The former king of Hawkins made his way back over, the curly haired menace already reaching his arms out at the jock. With grabby hands and a lottery winning smile.

“You got yourself a deal Harrington.”

#steddie #short fic #i haven’t written in so long #drabble #they’re so dumb #this was a daydream I had #hehe #steve x eddie #I’m just gonna post my steddie daydreams here so I can free my brain #steddie brainrot

[casualneonglitterpainterposts]

Drawing I did of Kid Danger and my Dangerverse girl (oc) Nightshade (Oliver or just Ollie)(and yes she is a superhero and was born with her powers)- I will also mention that she lile Charlotte is the only other one who acts like the adult most of the time

The story/ ideas behind it:

So "Nightshades" father Captain phantom's powerful glowing phantom crystal was stolen by Dr.Minyak who planned on building some type of destructive ray with it. When Ollie discovered this she didn't want Henry and Ray getting involved with this drama of hers, so of course she went off on her own- the only other person who knew was Charlotte.

Making her way secretly through Minyaks hide out using her ghost powers she managed to sneak past most of his traps, though as she made her way through to the room where he kept her father's crystal, she was caught as Minyak had specially made heat sensory traps to catch her, as they took her away and trapped her hands to a cuffed backboard- she sent a distress signal to Char, so she could notify Captain Man and Kid Danger...

Making her way down the elevator and into the man cave, Charlotte told them everything and they were like " oh sure" at first until they got a video message from Minyak, in which they quickly transformed and made thier way over to his lair- they certainly don't make a very quite entrance, smashing themselves and objects through the wall where they find Nightshade cuffed up and Minyak with her father's crystal in his hand which he was about to put in his ray gun thing...

Minyak called his goons to attack, the boys had kicked their arses in no time flat, Minyak was about to run off with the crystal as Captain Man had thrown one of the goons at Minyak's ray and destroyed it. Kid Danger quickly told ray to go save Nightshade and that he would go after Minyak and get her father's crystal back. So Captain Man frees Nightshade, and just as he fresher and she thanks him, Kid Danger sends Minyak packing with one last solid punch in the face and gets her father's crystal back in one piece.

As Ray takes Minyak over to the police, Henry aka: Kid Danger comes up to her with a sincere smile and her father's crystal..

"Got changed father's glowing phantom. Crystal back" (he says placing it in her hands)

"Thanks, You should serve punches like that more often,then those crooks won't escape like they do most of the time" Ollie replys with a cheeky smirk...

Henry of course smiles raising a brow and reply..

"So you wanna hang out now then?"

She rolls her eyes (He's been asking her to hang out since he'd met her) and sighed playfully

"You're very persistent on that aren't you. Alright the but Just as friends Kid Danger "

He smiled watching as she used her ghost powers to go invisible and make her way back home..

So yeah that's my little idea behind this, I will share more about Oliver soon ...

"Oliver (Ollie)Cardoza belongs to me!!!"

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I Bought A Ring (e.b.)

Summary: Abby’s back and Buck doesn’t know how to handle the news. And neither do you. 

AN: i’m still PISSED that abby came back even if only for an episode, my poor buck was so hurt ): this was something i had deep in my drafts and now that buck is blowing up it seemed like a good time to post it!

there is a buck fic similar to this and i just wanna say that i did not copy or steal the idea. i’ve had this in my drafts for months since season 3 ended so no one stole anyone’s idea! if you wanna check out their fic their username is @lotsoflovefromlea and the fic is titled ‘Second Best’ it’s really really good

You didn’t think you’d have to face the day when Buck’s past came back to haunt him. You were hoping it would stay in the past and you would be his future. But life has a funny way of putting us to the test. 

After the train crash, and Buck saw Abby again, he had been acting distant. Distant enough for you to notice that something was wrong. It wasn’t hard to notice, especially when the two of you live together. 

He would rarely talk when you had the same shift at the 118, there was no conversation during dinner and he’d come to bed long after you had already fallen asleep. 

It had gotten to the point where you didn’t even remember the last time he kissed you or touched you. And you had enough of the maltreatment. 

You exited the shower and saw him standing in the kitchen, leaning against the counter. You walked down the stairs and stood across from him, the tension between the two of you painfully obvious. 

“What’s been going on with you?” You asked, breaking the ice. “What do you mean?” He asked, not meeting your gaze. “Seriously? Buck, you’ve been acting like I killed your dog for three weeks since the train crash. What the hell is going on?” You explained. 

Buck sighed before looking up at you. He knew he couldn’t keep secrets from you. Including ones that could possibly change your relationship. 

“Abby reached out to me. She wanted to meet up to talk.” He said. Buck could tell by the way your right eyebrow was raised and your eyes narrowed that you were not happy. “Really? And you went?” You asked. “Yeah.” Buck answered quietly. 

You laughed bitterly before walking around the counter back towards the stairs. “God, you just can’t seem to let her go, can you?” You started. “It’s been, what? Two years? Two years since she left you for her ‘Eat, Pray, Love’ experience and got engaged? And who was the one who never left your side? Me. It was me, Evan and even now, you can’t seem to realize how terrible she was to you. Face it, you were her midlife crisis and you fell in love with her and never fell back out. All while making me fall in love with you.” You finished. 

Sure you were a tad bit cruel, but it was what he needed to hear. No one wanting to be the one who had to pop his perfect bubble when it came to Abby. 

“I stayed with you when you were suing the department for christ sake! And I can’t do it anymore, Evan.” You added. There it was again. His dreaded first name. The name you never used unless you were beyond angry with him. And he hated hearing it come from your lips. “Y/N, what do you mean?” He asked. 

Fear was coursing through his body as he waited for you to finally leave him. After everything he put you through, Abby was the last straw. 

“I mean, maybe we should take a break. Until you figure out what it is you really want.” You answered. It wasn’t something you wanted nor did you think it would ever happen. “No. No, no, Y/N, don’t do this.” He begged, walking towards you. “I have too. Since she came back, this relationship has been one sided and I don’t deserve that.” You said. 

“Please, Y/N, I love you.” Buck told you. “Do you? Because you have a funny way of showing it.” You replied. You swiftly grabbed your keys and your purse and made a path towards the exit. “So this is it? You’re breaking up with me?” Buck asked, causing you to stop. 

“I don’t want to. But you seem to have unresolved feelings for Abby and you can’t claim to love one person wholeheartedly when you clearly don’t. Figure it out, Buck. But remember who was here when no one else was.” You answered before leaving the house. 

You didn’t know where else to go after you left. So you decided to go to Bobby and Athena’s. Bobby was like a father to you when you joined the 118 and you trusted him more than you trusted most people. 

After trying to straighten yourself up and wipe the tears from your face, you got out of the car and headed to the front door. You knocked a couple of times and waited for the door to open. 

When it did, Athena’s face softened when she saw you and instantly knew something was wrong. “Y/N? What’s wrong? What happened?” She asked, ushering you inside. “I didn’t know where else to go.” You answered. 

Bobby, wondering who was at the door, turned the corner and saw you standing in the entryway. “Y/N, what’s wrong?” He asked. “Buck and I got into a fight. He went to meet up with Abby and he didn’t tell meand I just, I just don’t understand why he won’t let her go. Am I not enough?” You explained. 

Athena shushed you and pulled you into a hug to comfort you. She knew Buck was stubborn but not so much that you felt you had to leave. Bobby was furious. He hated seeing you so upset and he was frustrated with the young man for making you think you weren’t enough for him. 

After a few minutes, Athena made up the guest bedroom for you and said you could stay as long as you needed. But you hoped it wouldn’t have to be for long. 

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Bobby arrived at the station in search for Buck and found him sulking while Hen and Chimney were grilling him about his mood. “What’s wrong with you today?” Chimney asked. “Him and Y/N got in a fight last night and she walked out on him.” Bobby answered for him. 

Buck looked up at his captain with wide eyes, wondering how he knew about the prior events. “She stayed at mine and Athena’s last night.” He added. Buck let out a sigh of relief, mainly because he was worried sick about you. You didn’t answer a single one of his calls or texts and he didn’t know where you went off to. 

“Why did she walk out on you?” Hen asked. “Because I may have went to meet up with Abby the other day. And apparently I had been acting distant towards Y/N and she confronted me.” Buck explained. “Seriously? You still have feelings for Abby?” Hen asked. “No, Hen-” Buck tried to explain but was interrupted by his coworkers. 

“Y/N is the perfect girl for you and you’re throwing her away for someone who left you?” She continued. “Hen,” Buck started. “You’re stupid but not this stupid.” She said. “Hen! I don’t have feelings for Abby anymore. I wanted to give her a chance to explain why she left and to thank her. Because if she wouldn’t have left, I wouldn’t have met Y/N.” Buck interrupted. 

“And I,” He started before he stopped himself, not sure if he wanted to tell everyone his secret. “You what?” Eddie asked. Buck looked up at his friends before sighing. “I bought a ring.” He answered. “Wait, what?” Chimney asked. “I bought a ring. I was going to propose but then I got all in my head after Abby showed up. I thought Y/N would say no and she’d leave me just like Abby did.” Buck explained. 

The rest of the 118 crew was silent as they looked down at Buck. Hen sat down across from him before speaking. “That girl is head over heels in love with you, Buck. She has been since the first time she met you and the last thing she would do is leave you like Abby did. Though, because of Abby, she felt she had no choice.” She said. 

“I need to get her back. I didn’t even know what to do this morning without her.” Buck said. “When does she come in for her shift?” He asked Bobby. “She was supposed to be here by now. She left before me.” The man answered. 

Before anyone could form a theory about your whereabouts, the bell went off signaling they had a call. 

They soon arrived to the scene of a car accident, one car completely flipped upside down. 

The 118 stopped short, however, when they noticed who’s car was upside down. It was yours that was hit by a guy texting and driving and ran a red light. 

“Y/N?” Buck called, running to the driver side door. “Buck, you’re too close to this.” Bobby stopped him. “We’re all too close to this, Bobby.” Buck rebutted. Bobby looked at Athena and gestured for her to keep Buck away from the scene. “Keep him away from her.” He instructed his. wife. 

Eddie began trying to get the door off and Hen and Chimney noticed you were still conscious, struggling to get out and stay awake. 

“Y/N, can you hear me?” Hen asked. “Yeah. I-I can hear you.” You stammered. “I have a piece of shrapnel between the third and fourth intercostal space. Mild to severe concussion and around three broken ribs, and a possible pulmonary contusion.” You told them. 

Both EMTs were surprised that you could still diagnose and recognize your symptoms while having a concussion and actively bleeding. 

Once the door was off the car, Hen and Chimney set down the backboard and Eddie began cutting your seatbelt. 

“Where’s Buck?” You asked him. “Bobby won’t let him help. He’s too close to this one.” Eddie answered. “Aren’t you all though?” You joked. Eddie laughed dryly as the seatbelt was cut free. “Can you move?” He asked. 

You looked down at the piece of metal from the seat and back up at him. “You have to pull it out.” You told him. “Y/N,” Eddie started. “Eddie, you have to pull it out or I won’t be able to move. I have a concussion, I’m already bleeding and in about five minutes I’m going to pass out. I will slowly bleed out from the inside if I don’t move. Pull the damn thing out.” You snapped. 

Eddie looked at you for a moment before glancing over at Buck, arguing with Athena. As Eddie pulled the piece of metal out of your side, Buck broke free of Athena’s grasp and fell to his friend’s side. 

“Y/N, baby, are you okay?” He asked frantically. “I’m going to pass out in a couple of seconds so I’m sorry, Buck. For what happened last night.” You spoke, your breathing becoming shallower. “Buck we gotta move her.” Eddie told him. 

Your eyes fell closed slowly and the heart rate monitor attached to you started beeping rapidly. “We gotta get her out now.” Hen instructed. Bobby pulled Buck back as he watched in horror while his friends began giving you CPR once they pulled you from the car.

Your heart beat thankfully went back to normal and Chimney and Hen loaded you into the back of the ambulance. 

Buck took the liberty of joining you considering he was your emergency contact, having no other family in LA.

Once the ambulance arrived at the hospital, Buck, Chimney and Hen were forced to stay at the ER bay, not being allowed to go with you. 

Buck watched as the doctors took you away and this quickly became his worst nightmare. What if you didn’t make it? What if the last conversation you had was a fight? 

Bobby’s hand rested on Buck’s shoulder as they all watched you disappear down the hallway. 

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It had been hours. Hours of the 118 sitting in the waiting room for you to come out of surgery. Buck was a nervous wreck and no amount of consoling from Maddie or Eddie made it any better. He knew she should have told you about meeting with Abby but he was afraid of ruining everything. But not telling you made it ten times worse. 

“Evan Buckley?” A doctor called, alerting the entire crew. “Th-That’s me. I’m Evan Buckley.” Buck replied. “Y/N is going to be okay. We repaired the damage to her lung as well as the other internal damage she received from the car crash. She still had a major concussion and she’ll be out of commission for a while, but she got incredibly lucky.” The doctor explained. 

Buck let out a very visible sigh of relief, as did everyone else. “Can I see her?” Buck asked. “She’s in the ICU so only a couple of people at a time.” The doctor said. “You go, Buck. We’ll see her when she’s moved to a normal room.” Bobby told him. 

He nodded his head and followed the doctor to your room. He saw you lying in the hospital bed, multiple IVs in your hands and arms and an oxygen tube in your nose. 

Your eyes were still closed but he could tell you were awake, though hearing the doctor’s voice alerted you. 

“Y/N, someone’s here to see you.” You turned your head slightly and saw Buck standing in the doorway. “Hi.” You said quietly, your voice still hoarse from the breathing tube in surgery. 

Buck sat in the chair next to you, his eyes red and watering. “I am so sorry, Y/N,” He whispered. “I should have told you about Abby but I met with her to get closure. And to thank her because if she wouldn’t have left me, I wouldn’t have fallen in love with you.” He added. 

“It’s okay. I should have let you explained.” You replied. “I have something else to tell you.” Buck said. “Oh no, now what?” You joked. “I bought a ring.” He said. “Like, a ring ring?” You questioned. “Yes, a ring ring.” Buck laughed. “Where is it?” You asked.

Buck let go of your hand for a moment and fished the piece of jewelry out of his pocket.

“You have to put it on for me.” You said. Buck looked at you in disbelief as he smiled, sliding the ring on your left finger. “I’m assuming that’s a yes.” He said. “Of course it is. I’d be stupid to say no to you.” You told him with a smile.

Buck squeezed your hand gently as he looked at the ring on your finger. “I never want to come that close to losing you ever again.” He muttered. “You won’t. I don’t plan on leaving you for a long time.” You said. “Good. Because I really don’t know what I’d do without you.” Buck said. 

He leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on your forehead as you looked down at the ring. “You did a good job.” You commented. Buck laughed at your comment, causing a smile to grace your face. “Hen and Maddie helped.” He said. “I figured as much.” You replied. 

The rest of the evening, or whatever time of day you thought it was, Buck stayed by your side. Even when the doctors were running their tests and looking over your condition. After almost losing you, there was no way you were going to get rid of Buck even for a moment. 

#imagine #imagines #911 imagine #911 fox #911 lone star #evan buckley #evan buckley imagine #evan buckley x reader #evan buckley oneshot #oliver stark

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Gardening Club ⋆ part 6

(Disclaimer: i do not condone this behavior, nor think the idol acts like this in any way. this is purely fiction and for entertainment purposes only.)

Series masterlist

Pairing: yan!jungwon x gn!reader (ft. niki, jay and heeseung)

TW/Trigger warning: mention of food, mention of dead bodies on a joke.

Warning/notes: everyone's the same age for plot sake, and jakey is mentioned here.

Author's note: so apart from this chapter we only have two more, so, yeah, we're close to the end :) hope you guys like it, thank you so much for reading, and enjoy~ ♡

Word count: 1,753

“Did you know Niki and I met in school too?” You pass him another basketball.

“Oh,” his smile widens and you reciprocate it, both of you laughing a bit at your hands touching accidentally. “How long ago?” He looks up to the backboard and prepares for his jump.

“Five years,” you watch him trying a free throw and applaud him for his perfect shot. He bows exaggeratedly and formally holds out one hand for you to reach, then guides you to the nearest bench. “Thank you, gentleman,” he winks and smirks playfully.

“Who talked first?” He kicks one lost ball passing by.

“Me,” he stretches out on the bench and watches you speak. “So we’re starting the year and our professor makes us do a group activity ‘cause there are a lot of new students. Niki is one of those new kids, but I see him all lost in a corner watching everyone going with their friends instead of finding a group to himself.”

“So you adopted him,” he points out and you giggle.

“Basically,” you lean back on the bench.

“And then?” He mirrors you and your shoulders touch.

“Then I go to him and try to interact, but he’s so shy he turns around and ignores me,” he closes his eyes and chuckles. “It takes the whole day till he opens up and talks to me, but when he finally does, we find we have a lot in common and become best friends.”

“Cute. Did you have any other friends at the time?” He rests his chin on his hand and you shift comfortably on the bench.

“We had Jake, but he went overseas with his parents,” you stare at the ground recalling your friend of years ago. You were helpless when he told you about his trip without an estimated return. Niki had just arrived so he didn’t feel the separation as much as you did, but you’d always be grateful for the shoulder to cry on he offered you. In a way, it made you both closer, relying on each other when you needed it the most. It got to the point you couldn’t imagine yourself living without Niki in a matter of months into your friendship.

“Jake?” he asks you with a confused look.

“Yeah, know him?”

“Maybe,” he runs his tongue along his cheek and tries to remember any face associated with the name that comes to mind. He quickly forgets it and touches your shoulder. “Never fought with Niki?”

“Oh,” you roll your eyes and scoff. “You mean his stupid tantrums whenever he loses a game? All the time” He grins and sighs, agreeing that Niki does go overboard sometimes. “He’s especially annoying with food, why does he always have to steal mine?” He shrugs to that. “But serious fights or arguments… nothing until last week.”

“Have you talked yet?” It’s your turn to sigh and look down.

“No,” you fidget your fingers in an attempt to distract yourself.

“I won’t ask you why because it’s none of my business, but I can tell you he needs you as much as you need him,” he inspects your quiet reactions and gets your hands in his, making you look at him. “Do you wanna talk about last week?”

You contemplate the idea, and it doesn’t sound so bad to vent to someone about all the turmoil in your life. You’d usually run to Niki to tell him every single detail and ask for his opinion, but it wasn’t an option after all the events. It made you feel so lost at first but it would be good for you to talk to someone else. “I don’t know where to start…”

“From the beginning, preferably,” you give him a light slap in the hand and see him roll his eyes. “Okay, then from the part they made you choose.”

“Alright,” you gather up your thoughts and courage to start. “I had no idea what to do. Niki and I weren’t hanging out like we used to because Jungwon was accompanying me home, and I was so afraid because I know how Niki gets when we’re not close,” he nods and caresses your skin softly. “Then there’s Jungwon, he said something about my proximity with Niki, and I don’t think he said it on purpose, but… I got a bit angry,” it doesn’t go unnoticed to you the way he shifts and sighs heavily at the mention of Jungwon.

“You like Jungwon?” He watches you intently, not missing a thing. Not even the unconscious muscle contraction on your lips that showed him just what he needed to know.

“I’m not sure,” he looks away and hums, indicating you should keep talking. “So when they came to me… I thought I couldn’t just choose one and leave the other.”

Your mind traveled back to the said moment, torturing you with the boys’ expressions waiting for an answer. You’ve felt panicked. The light wind that blew in the late afternoon made you shiver like in a blizzard, but to some point, you didn’t know if the wind was the main source of your shivers. It certainly had something to do with how Niki gripped your shoulders and asked you to look at his eyes. You didn’t have the guts to do it. Not until Niki himself made you, using his bent index finger to touch your chin and lift it till your confused eyes met his disconcerted ones.

“You never broke our promises before…” you haven’t realized how close he was till you felt his breath fanning on your nose. “Please tell me you’re not doing this now.”

“Niki, I…” you lowered your head enough to feel Niki’s chin touching your forehead. You felt like you needed to cry. You weren’t sure if you were being way too dramatic, or if the circumstances made you sensitive. Or maybe you just hated the way your best friend was holding you, softly squeezing you against him to prevent you from leaving.

“You can just…” you looked up at him again to see frustration piling him up. “Talk to him later? I don’t know…” he searched for your eyes again and connected your foreheads. “Please?” You felt your noses touching while you reached for his hands.

You were almost putting your arm under his and walking off. Almost. Only if it wasn’t for Jungwon’s head popping into your eyesight, staring at you and Niki with his head tilted.

“Am I being considered in this conversation too?” he crossed his arms impatiently.

“Shut up.” Niki glanced over to Jungwon.

“So you chose…” you got pulled back to reality by his voice. He waited for you to continue while tapping his fingers on yours.

“Well…” then again, the scene repeated in your mind as it did during the whole weekend.

You exchanged your attention between both boys making a decision. Who would you choose? No, no. That wasn’t the right question for the moment. The true question was: how could you choose? To avoid any more friction among them, you grabbed Niki’s forearm with your right hand and Jungwon’s with your left then took a deep breath before stating your thoughts.

“I’m walking you both home,” both boys had their eyes widened, Niki opening his mouth a few times, and Jungwon frowning baffled. “We’re all gonna use this weekend to reflect on things, alright? And next week, we talk,” you looked up at Niki “And hang out. Please understand, I need this time for myself, Niki.”

“What did they say?” You could tell he was having his fun with the story, his chest rising with a muffled laugh.

“They hated it,” he nods again and grins.

“As expected. And…?”

The memory of the sulking boys will be with you for a long time. During the silent walk, they occasionally tried to get you closer to themselves, staring at each other and pretending nothing was happening when you scolded them with your eyes. When you got to Niki’s doorstep, he made sure to hug you for a long minute before letting you escort Jungwon to his, taking the chance to kiss you on the cheek (like he rarely ever did) while maintaining eye contact with the other boy.

“You both better behave this weekend,” you told them when you were still all together. “Or I’m never talking to you again” you left the not so halfhearted threat to Niki and walked Jungwon to his doorstep. “That includes you, Jungwon.”

“Okay, I’m sorry,” he carefully got closer to you and wrapped his arms around your waist, waiting for any reluctance from you. When he received none, he got his face closer to yours, switching the attention your eyes had to your lips, “I really am,” then pecked the corner of your lips. You slowly pushed him away by the shoulders and kept eye contact, his intense gaze consuming you. “See you tomorrow?” You whispered ‘Monday’ and saw his eyes going from embarrassment to sadness. “Okay.”

“I think it’s going well so far, no dead bodies or anything yet,” you smile at his disgusted expression.

You both feel the cold wind hitting your faces, so he gets up and extends his arms in your house’s direction.

“Let’s take you home, it’s getting late,” is yet another silent walk, he keeps his eyes on the ground while you’re one step ahead guiding him. A block away from your house, he speaks again. “Just came to check on you this once, it’s not gonna become a regular thing.”

“Niki asked you to, didn’t he?” You look back to him and encounter his apprehensive eyes.

“Actually… yes. If he didn’t, I wouldn’t come near you,” he’s a few steps behind when you turn your back to your door.

“Wow,” you roll your eyes and grin delightedly. “Thank you, Jay.”

“Sorry,” he shrugs and stays still while you unlock the door. “Y/n…”

“Yes?” You open the door and turn to him again.

“Can you please not mention to anyone we hung out?” His face contorts into what you think is fear and worry, but the odd glint in his eyes made you uncertain.

“Why?” Jay tilts his head and closes his eyes, a heavy sigh leaves his lips and that’s what you need to forget it. “Don’t worry, I won’t.”

“Thank you,” he opens his eyes and bites his bottom lip. “And before I go…” you lift an eyebrow as he starts walking his way. “You should start paying more attention to Niki.”

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