#gooning to this💕

[fanaticalthings]

Jason Todd with his goons:

[lonelychristiana]

walter "awkward stance" nowotny

JESUS CHRIST ???

[bitchiswild]

Goon Central: College Basketball AU

Warnings: goon central alternate universe, fighting, RAHHHHHHH

Word Count: 10k

A/n: I was forced to do this by the GC they volunteered me as tribute 😞✊

✦•┈๑⋅⋯ ⋯⋅๑┈•✦

Hearts were pounding in everyone’s ears. This practice session was more brutal than ever. The cheerleaders were pushing themselves to the limit, striving to perfect every jump and stunt. They knew there was no room for error. Across the gym, the basketball players were practicing with a fierce intensity, each movement sharper and more precise than before. The final game was just around the corner, and it meant everything to them.

For the cheerleaders, every flip, twist, and cheer was a testament to months of dedication. Mimi, the team captain, felt the pressure more than anyone. She knew that their routine needed to be flawless to inspire the crowd and boost the team’s morale. "Okay! Let's try that again! Remember, girls, we are trying to get scouted," she called out, her voice steady despite the nerves. Her heart raced as she executed a perfect back handspring, landing with a solid thud that resonated through the gym. The team mirrored her determination, their synchronized movements a blend of grace and power.

On the basketball court, the players were relentless. Sweat dripped from their brows as they ran drill after drill. Coach’s voice boomed through the gym, urging them to dig deeper, push harder. Every pass, every shot, every defensive stance was a step toward victory. "If you guys want to make it into the WNBA, you need to work harder!" Coach shouted.

Sienna, the star player, wiped her forehead with the back of her hand, her eyes never leaving the hoop. She knew the weight of her team’s expectations rested on her shoulders. Her jump shot was a thing of beauty, arching perfectly before swishing through the net.

The stakes were high. The final game was more than just a match; it was the culmination of their efforts, a chance to prove themselves. The cheerleaders and basketball players alike knew that this was their moment. The energy in the gym was electric, a mix of anxiety and excitement.

"Okay, girls, let's take a break!" Mimi called out, noticing that the players were getting ready to take a break too.

The gym fell into a quiet lull as both the cheerleaders and basketball players took a break. Mimi handed out water bottles to her team, her mind still running through their routine. She glanced over at the basketball court where the players were sprawled on the benches, catching their breath.

Sienna, the star player, leaned back and took a long drink from her water bottle. She noticed Mimi gazing over and gave her a tired smile. She walked over, wiping the sweat from her forehead with a towel.

“Hey, how’s practice going?” she asked, her voice hoarse from shouting plays.

Mimi returned her smile. “Brutal, but we’re getting there. You guys look like you’re working hard too.”

Sienna nodded. “Coach is really pushing us. This game is everything. We’ve got scouts coming, and the whole school is counting on us.”

Mimi nodded, understanding the weight of her words. “Same here. We’re aiming to get scouted too. It’s like everything we’ve worked for comes down to this one moment.”

They stood in companionable silence for a moment, the sounds of their teammates’ chatter filling the gym. The shared pressure and determination seemed to bridge the gap between them.

“You know,” Sienna said, breaking the silence, “no matter what happens, we’ve already made it this far. That’s something to be proud of, and just so you know, I'm proud of you.”

Mimi smiled and blushed, feeling a surge of confidence. “I'm proud of you too, Sienna. And you're right. We’ve got this.”

“Mimi, look!” Sol shouted, gaining her attention. She stood in the middle of the court, holding a basketball in her hand, preparing to throw it backwards. “This one’s for you!” Sol called out, pointing toward Mimi before tossing the ball over her shoulder. The ball soared through the air, bouncing off the rim of the hoop.

The gym erupted in laughter and cheers as the ball spun around the rim before finally falling to the floor. Mimi laughed and clapped her hands. “Nice try, Sol!”

Sol grinned, jogging over to retrieve the ball. “I’ll get it next time, I swear!”

“Wait! I wanna try!” Jade said, rushing over and getting into the same position Sol was in before.

Sol tossed the ball to Jade with a playful smile. “Alright, show us what you’ve got!”

Jade, despite being shorter than most of her teammates on the basketball court, stood in the middle, holding the basketball with determination. She took a deep breath, glancing at Mimi, who stood among the cheerleaders, cheering them on. “This one’s for you, Mimi!” she declared, mimicking Sol’s earlier gesture.

With a determined flick of her wrist, Jade threw the ball backwards over her shoulder. Everyone watched in anticipation as the ball flew through the air, heading straight for the hoop. It hit the backboard, spun around the rim, and, to everyone’s surprise, dropped through the net.

The gym exploded with cheers and laughter, everyone clapping and shouting in excitement. Mimi's face lit up with surprise and joy as she realized the shot was dedicated to her.

Mimi laughed and clapped her hands. “That was amazing, Jade!” She ran over and gave Jade a hug, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "That was for me, guys!" Mimi exclaimed, her laughter echoing through the gym.

Jade returned the hug, grinning from ear to ear. “Of course, Mimi! Anything for you!”

"You should dedicate one to Kaye, once they come to one of your practices," Mimi said, wiggling her eyebrows mischievously, causing Jade to blush.

"You're so right. Do you think they'd be impressed?" Jade questioned, feeling a hint of nervousness creeping in.

"Jade," Mimi said, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder, "You're amazing just the way you are. I'm sure Kaye would be thrilled to see you in action."

Jade smiled gratefully at Mimi's words, feeling a surge of confidence. "Thanks, Mimi. I'll definitely give it a shot."

"Waitttt, I want to dedicate a shot for you too, Mimi," Sienna whined playfully as she got into the same position as Jade. "I'm a star player and captain for a reason. Just watch me. This one's for you, Mimi," Sienna declared with a wink, tossing the ball behind her.

The gym fell into a momentary silence as everyone watched with bated breath. The ball sailed through the air, but instead of hitting the rim or the hoop, it missed entirely, airballing.

Sienna's cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she turned to face Mimi, who was trying to suppress a giggle. "Well, I guess that one didn't quite go as planned," Sienna admitted sheepishly.

Mimi stepped forward, wrapping Sienna in a supportive hug. "It's okay, Sienna. The sentiment was there, and that's what counts."

Sienna smiled gratefully, feeling a weight lift off her shoulders. "Thanks, Mimi. I'll stick to making shots during the game."

Mimi returned Sienna's smile before her eyes drifted to the side, catching sight of Keer downing a Monster Energy drink. "Sorry Sienna be right back…KEER!" Mimi shouted, rushing over to her.

Keer jumped at the sound of her name but continued to chug the drink faster, knowing there was no turning back once it was already in her system. Keer was notorious for drinking Monster Energy all the time, despite Mimi's and Lila’s frequent scoldings and threats.

Mimi reached Keer just as she finished the last drop of the energy drink. "Keer, how many times have Lila I told you to stop drinking those? They're not good for you!" Mimi scolded, her tone firm.

Keer shrugged nonchalantly, unfazed by Mimi's reprimand. "Relax, Mimi. It's just one drink. It gives me the energy boost I need."

Mimi sighed, her frustration evident. "One drink too many, Keer. You need to start taking better care of yourself. Your health is important, you know."

Keer rolled her eyes, but there was a hint of guilt in her expression. "Fine, fine. I'll try to cut back (Lies)," she relented, knowing that Mimi wouldn't let up until she promised.

Mimi gave her a stern look. "Good. I mean it, Keer. No more energy drinks, or else there will be consequences."

Keer nodded, knowing better than to argue further with Mimi. Despite their occasional clashes over Keer's unhealthy habits, it was clear that Mimi cared deeply about her well-being.

"She's right, Keer. You've been downing Monster Energy drinks a lot," Sugar said, joining the conversation as she overheard Mimi's scolding.

Keer sighed, "I know, Sugar. I just can't seem to kick the habit. It's just so yummy," she admitted reluctantly, her voice tinged with regret.

Sugar placed a comforting hand on Keer's shoulder. "I understand, but your health is more important than a temporary burst of energy. Maybe we can find healthier alternatives together?"

Keer nodded, grateful for Sugar's support. "Yeah, that sounds like a good idea. Thanks, Sugar. And thanks for looking out for me, Mimi," she added, directing a grateful smile towards Mimi, who was watching them.

Mimi smiled back, relieved to see Keer taking her concerns seriously. "Anytime, Keer. We're all here to support each other, no matter what," she said, her voice filled with sincerity.

“But seriously though, stop it, or else I'm gonna smack you and get Lila to read you all the ingredients and cons of energy drinks,” Mimi warned, her tone firm but laced with a hint of playful threat.

Keer chuckled nervously, knowing that Mimi was serious about that. "Alright, alright, I promise I'll cut back," she replied, raising her hands in surrender.

Mimi narrowed her eyes playfully. "Good. And if you don't, you'll have to deal with all of us," she added, nodding towards Sugar, who grinned mischievously in agreement.

Keer rolled her eyes but couldn't help but smile at her friends' antics. "Got it, no more energy drinks," she promised, grateful for their concern and support.

"Speaking of Lila, where is she?" Sugar questioned. "Wasn't she supposed to watch us practice today?"

Mimi glanced around the gym, furrowing her brow in confusion. "You're right, I haven't seen her. She said she was going to be here to support us."

Just then, the gym doors swung open, and Lila burst through, looking slightly flustered. "Sorry I'm late, guys!" she exclaimed, hurrying over to join them and pulling the three of you into a tight hug.

Returning her hug, Mimi raised an eyebrow, teasingly. "Fashionably late, as always, Lila, but still gorgeous as ever," she remarked with a playful wink, her eyes lingering on Lila's face a moment longer than necessary.

Lila grinned sheepishly, feeling a rush of warmth at Mimi's compliment. "Says you! But you know me. I wouldn't miss practice for anything!" she replied, with a tinge of flirtation in her voice.

As they broke apart, Lila couldn't help but notice the way Mimi's gaze lingered on her, the air between them charged with a subtle tension. It was a feeling she was all too familiar with, the unspoken attraction that simmered beneath the surface of their friendship.

With a playful twinkle in her eye, Lila flashed Mimi a teasing grin, a silent invitation for whatever might come next.

Keer noticed the tired look in Lila's eyes and asked, "Hey, everything okay? You seem a bit tired"

Lila sighed, running a hand through her hair. "Ugh, you wouldn't believe it. My professor decided to be a complete ass today. As if being a med student isn't stressful enough already."

Sugar frowned sympathetically. "That sounds rough. What happened?"

Lila shook her head, frustration evident in her voice. "He just kept piling on the assignments and deadlines, like he doesn't care that we have other classes and responsibilities too."

Mimi hugged Lila warmly. "I'm sorry you had to deal with that. But hey, you made it. Now you can relax and take a nap if needed, and we'll deal with that jerk of a professor later."

Lila smiled gratefully at her friends, feeling a weight lift off her shoulders. "Thanks, guys. You're the best."

"Lila! You're finally here!" Sol, Sienna, and Jade exclaimed as they rushed over to her, pulling her into a hug.

"Practice started an hour ago. Where have you been, girlie?" Sol questioned, her tone teasing but with a hint of concern.

Lila laughed sheepishly, feeling slightly guilty for being late. "Sorry, sorry! I got held up with a stubborn professor. But I'm here now, ready to support you guys," she replied, her smile brightening as she felt the warmth of her friends' embrace.

Sol grinned, squeezing her shoulder affectionately. "Well, better late than never. Let's get you situated!"

Sol and Jade helped Lila to her seat, ensuring she was comfortable. But before she could settle in, Sugar interrupted her.

“Oh my god, Lila, guess what!” Sugar started, glancing at Keer.

“What?” Lila questioned, intrigued by Sugar's tone.

“Keer’s drinking Monster again,” Sugar said quickly before darting away.

Lila's head snapped towards Keer, her eyes widening in disbelief. “KEER!”

“NUH UH,” Keer protested as she ran towards the other side of the court, trying to evade Lila's impending lecture.

“We are SO talking about this after practice!” Lila shouted across the court, determination clear in her voice.

Mimi, standing on the side, shook her head and chuckled. "I told her," she remarked with a knowing smile. She clapped her hands to get the cheerleaders’ attention. “Alright, girls, break is over! let’s get back to it! We’ve got a routine to nail!”

Sienna turned back to her team, her voice rising above the noise. “Come on, guys, back on the court! Let’s give it everything we’ve got!”

As the practice continued, Lila's presence served as a source of encouragement for her friends, their spirits lifted by her unwavering support. Though she wasn't on the court with them, her mere presence made a difference. Lila took advantage of this time to study for her upcoming quiz, determined to balance her responsibilities as a student with her commitment to supporting her friends.

With her textbooks spread out before her, Lila delved into her studies, occasionally glancing up to cheer for her friends as they practiced tirelessly. Despite the distractions of the gymnasium, she remained focused, her determination to succeed mirrored in the dedication of her friends on the court.

Practice had finally ended, and everyone felt a mixture of hunger and exhaustion. With a collective sigh of relief, they made their way to the locker room to freshen up before heading out for dinner together.

The locker room buzzed with chatter and laughter as they stripped off their sweaty clothes and washed away the grime of practice. "Man, I'm starving!" exclaimed Sol, her stomach growling audibly.

Jade chuckled, nodding in agreement. "Same here. I can't wait to devour a burger!"

Mimi grinned, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "I heard this diner has the best milkshakes in town. I'm definitely getting one!"

As they emerged from the locker room, dressed in fresh clothes and with renewed energy, Lila joined them, a bright smile on her face. Together, they made their way to their favorite diner, their laughter and chatter filling the air as they walked.

Around the table, laughter and conversation flowed freely as they recounted the highlights of the day and teased each other affectionately. "Remember that time when Sienna attempted that backflip and almost landed on her face?" joked Keer, earning a round of laughter from the group.

Sienna playfully rolled her eyes. "Hey, I nailed it eventually! Practice makes perfect, right?"

The group erupted into laughter, their spirits buoyed by the easy camaraderie that defined their friendship. As they continued to enjoy their meal, their conversation drifted from playful banter to more heartfelt topics.

"So, Keer, what was Sugar saying about the Monster Energy drink?" Lila asked, arching an eyebrow curiously.

Keer chuckled, shaking her head. "I know, I know. Mimi already gave me an earful about it," she admitted, a sheepish grin tugging at her lips. "But old habits die hard, I guess."

Lila nodded sympathetically, her expression softening with concern. "Just be careful, okay? Those drinks can be really bad for you," she cautioned, her voice gentle but firm.

Keer sighed, nodding in acknowledgment. "Yeah, I know," she admitted reluctantly. "But sometimes, I just need that extra boost to get through the day."

Mimi, who had been listening in on their conversation, nodded in agreement. "I understand, but it's important to be mindful of what you're putting into your body," she chimed in, her tone serious.

Lila smiled gratefully at Mimi's support before turning back to Keer. "Seriously, though, you should try to cut back. Your health is important, and those drinks are doing more harm than good."

Keer nodded, a hint of sheepishness in her expression. "Thanks, Lila. I'll try to do better(LIES)," she promised, her voice sincere.

With a supportive nod, Lila returned her attention to the group, the conversation shifting back to lighter topics.

"So, what are we going to do after dinner?" asked Jade, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

Mimi glanced around the table, a mischievous grin playing on her lips. "How about a movie night? We can pick up some snacks and binge-watch our favorite films."

Keer nodded enthusiastically. "Sounds like a plan! I'm down for some popcorn and a good movie."

Lila, smiled warmly at the suggestion. "That sounds perfect. I've been meaning to catch up on some movies."

Excitement bubbled among the group as they discussed which movies to watch and who would be in charge of bringing the snacks. Mimi volunteered to pick up the popcorn, while Sugar insisted on bringing a selection of candies.

As they waited for their food to arrive, their conversation drifted to lighter topics, and laughter filled the air. They reminisced about their favorite movie nights in the past, sharing fond memories of cozying up on the couch with blankets and pillows, surrounded by good company.

When their meals arrived, they dug in eagerly, savoring each bite and enjoying the delicious flavors of their favorite diner dishes. The atmosphere was lively and full of warmth, the bond between them growing stronger with every shared moment.

As the evening wore on and their plates were cleared, they made plans to head back to Mimi's place for the movie marathon. With anticipation building, they settled the bill and made their way out of the diner, their excitement palpable.

Outside, the night air was crisp and cool, a perfect backdrop for their movie night adventure. With laughter and chatter echoing through the streets, they walked arm in arm, eager to continue their evening of fun and friendship. And as they reached their destination, they knew that the night ahead would be filled with laughter, memories, and the joy of being together.

"So, scary movie everyone?" Mimi suggested with a mischievous smirk on her face, knowing full well that her friends disliked scary movies.

Jade's eyes widened in mock horror. "Oh no, not again! You know I can't handle scary movies."

Sienna laughed, shaking her head. "Count me out too. I'd rather not have nightmares for a week."

Keer nodded in agreement. "Yeah, let's stick to something lighthearted. I'm not in the mood to be scared out of my wits."

Lila chuckled, siding with her friends. "I'm with them. How about we go for a comedy instead? Something that will make us laugh until our sides hurt."

Mimi feigned disappointment, but her eyes twinkled with amusement. "Fine, fine. We'll save the horror movies for another time. Comedy it is!"

Sol and Sugar, who had been listening to the conversation from across the room, chimed in with their agreement. "Yeah, let's keep it light and funny," Sol suggested, flashing a grin at the group.

Sugar nodded enthusiastically. "I'm with you guys. Comedy sounds like the perfect choice."

With everyone in agreement, they settled in for their movie marathon, surrounded by snacks and blankets.

As the movie started playing, they all settled in for what they hoped would be a night of laughter and fun. However, things took an unexpected turn when the DVD player decided to rebel against their plans.

Just as the opening credits began to roll, the screen flickered and went blank. "What's going on?" exclaimed Mimi, furrowing her brows in confusion.

Keer leaned forward to inspect the DVD player, but before she could figure out the problem, the screen suddenly burst back to life. Instead of the comedy they were expecting, they were greeted with the sight of a cartoon llama dancing across the screen.

The room erupted into laughter as they realized they had accidentally switched to a children's movie instead. "How did that even happen?" exclaimed Sienna, wiping tears of laughter from her eyes.

"It must be possessed by the ghost of a kid who wants to watch cartoons," joked Jade, earning a round of chuckles from the group.

Undeterred by the unexpected turn of events, they decided to roll with it and enjoy the silliness of the cartoon llama.

As the cartoon llama continued its absurd dance on the screen, the group couldn't contain their laughter. They leaned back on the couch, clutching their stomachs and wiping away tears of mirth.

But just as they were getting into the groove of the unexpected entertainment, there was a sudden power outage. The room plunged into darkness, leaving them all startled and disoriented.

"Did someone forget to pay the electricity bill?" joked Sugar, her voice tinged with amusement.

Sol fumbled for her phone, using its flashlight to illuminate the room. "I think we just got pranked by the universe," she quipped, earning a round of chuckles from the group.

Undeterred by the sudden setback, Mimi sprang into action. "Who's up for a game of flashlight tag?" she suggested, a mischievous glint in her eye.

Before anyone could protest, she darted off into the darkness, her laughter echoing through the room. The others quickly followed suit, their shrieks and giggles filling the air as they chased each other around the room with their makeshift flashlights.

For the next hour, they forgot all about the movie and the power outage, lost in the simple joy of playing like kids again. And as the lights flickered back on and they collapsed onto the couch, breathless and laughing, they knew that sometimes, the best memories were made when things didn't go according to plan.

As they caught their breath from the impromptu game of flashlight tag, they noticed a faint glow emanating from the window. Curious, they peered outside to see the stars twinkling in the night sky, casting a magical glow over the neighborhood.

"Hey, why don't we go stargazing?" suggested Lila, her eyes bright with excitement.

The idea was met with unanimous enthusiasm, and they quickly gathered blankets and pillows before heading out to the backyard. They lay on the grass, gazing up at the heavens above, their laughter fading into contented silence as they marveled at the beauty of the night sky.

"Look, a shooting star!" exclaimed Sienna, pointing excitedly at a streak of light blazing across the sky.

They all made wishes, their voices hushed with awe and wonder, as they watched the stars twinkle and dance above them. In that moment, surrounded by the warmth of friendship and the vastness of the universe, they felt a profound sense of peace and connection.

They all made wishes, their voices hushed with awe and wonder, as they watched the stars twinkle and dance above them. In that moment, surrounded by the warmth of friendship and the vastness of the universe, they felt a profound sense of peace and connection.

"Do you think we'd be friends in every universe?" Sienna pondered aloud, breaking the tranquil silence that enveloped them.

Jade chuckled softly, her gaze fixed on the stars above. "Definitely. We're stuck with each other for eternity, whether we like it or not."

Keer grinned, nudging Jade playfully. "Speak for yourself. You may annoy me, but I wouldn't have it any other way."

Sugar smiled, her heart swelling with affection for her friends. "Agreed. No matter where life takes us, we'll always find our way back to each other."

Mimi nodded in agreement, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "I couldn't imagine my life without you guys. You're my family."

Lila wrapped her arms around Mimi, pulling her into a tight hug. "And you're stuck with us, whether you like it or not."

Sol, who had been silently observing the conversation, spoke up with a grin. "Well, if we're stuck together for eternity, we might as well make the best of it. Here's to friendship, in this universe and every other."

As the time passed, it was time for everyone to head home, but not before a final exchange of encouragement and excitement.

"Everyone ready for the finals tomorrow?" Jade asked, breaking the silence that had settled over the group.

"Of course, I'm anxious but ready," Sienna replied, her determination shining through her nerves.

"Same here," Sol chimed in, her confidence unwavering as she prepared mentally for the challenge ahead.

"Me too," Sugar added, her voice tinged with excitement and a hint of nervousness.

"I agree," Keer affirmed, her competitive spirit burning brightly as she anticipated the upcoming competition.

"How about you, Mimi? Aren't scouts going to be there?" Sol inquired, curiosity dancing in her eyes.

"Yeah, they are, and I'm ready to amaze them with my flips," Mimi declared confidently, a smirk playing on her lips as she flicked her hair with flair, eliciting laughter from her friends.

"Lila, you're going to be there as a medic assistant, right?" Keer questioned, turning her attention to Lila.

"I am, actually! I'll take care of your guys' injuries and be there to support you. It's a win-win!" Lila replied with a grin, her eagerness to help evident in her voice.

"Ena and Kaye are gonna be there tomorrow too!" Sugar exclaimed, her excitement palpable. "They literally went on a trip without us. Rude!" Sugar scoffed, her playful annoyance evident.

"I can't wait to see Kaye," Jade sighed lovingly, a dreamy look in her eyes as she thought about her “friend”.

"Gay," Keer interjected with a teasing grin, eliciting chuckles from the group at her playful teasing.

With their plans set and their excitement palpable, they said their goodbyes and headed home. As they dispersed, Mimi called out, "Get home safe, everyone!" her voice filled with warmth and genuine concern, their hearts filled with anticipation for the finals tomorrow.

The next morning, everyone woke up with their hearts racing, their minds filled with anticipation and excitement. Today was the day they had been practicing for, for months. It was game day.

As the tension mounted in the locker room before the game, Sienna paced back and forth, her nerves getting the best of her. "God, guys, I'm so nervous all of a sudden," she admitted, her voice tinged with anxiety.

Mimi noticed her friend's distress and stepped forward, determination shining in her eyes. She gently grabbed Sienna's face, ensuring they were eye to eye. "Sienna, listen to me," she said firmly. "You are going to do so well, I promise you. You are an amazing player, and you have an amazing team by your side. I believe in you."

Sienna's gaze softened as she absorbed Mimi's words of encouragement. With a deep breath, she nodded, feeling a surge of confidence wash over her. "Thanks, Mimi. I needed that," she said gratefully.

Sienna's announcement hung heavy in the air, her words echoing with a mixture of solemnity and regret. "But I have a speech," she continued, her voice steady but tinged with emotion. "I know we've had a rough time lately, and we've been through so much together. But I have news... and I'm sorry that I kept it from all of you. This will be my last game."

Mimi's eyes widened in disbelief, her heart sinking at the revelation. "Your last game?" she echoed, her voice barely above a whisper.

Sienna nodded, her expression somber. "I know it's sudden, and I'm sorry for not telling you sooner," she said, her voice trembling with emotion. "But I've made a decision that I can't back down from. This game... it's my farewell."

Jade's eyes welled with tears, her voice trembling as she spoke. "But why now, Sienna? Why leave us?"

Sienna's bittersweet smile touched her lips as she met Jade's gaze, her eyes reflecting a mixture of sadness and determination. "I've made a decision, one that I know in my heart is the right one," she explained, her tone resolute. "And as much as it pains me to leave, I want to focus on school and my classes."

Keer's eyes widened, a mixture of surprise and concern flickering across her features. "Wow, Sienna, I didn't see this coming," she admitted, her voice filled with genuine concern. "But if this is what you feel is best for you, then I support you one hundred percent."

Sienna nodded gratefully, her smile softening. "Thank you, Keer," she said sincerely, appreciating her friend's understanding.

Sol's expression softened, her eyes reflecting a sense of understanding. "We'll miss you, Sienna," she said quietly, her voice tinged with sadness.

Sugar's shoulders slumped, her expression a mixture of sadness and acceptance. "I guess this is goodbye, then," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

As Sienna's words sank in, the locker room fell into a somber silence, each of her teammates grappling with the weight of her announcement.

"It's not a goodbye," Mimi said firmly, her voice cutting through the silence. "It's just a 'see you later.' Sienna may be leaving the team, but she'll always be our friend and a part of our family."

Jade nodded in agreement, her eyes bright with determination. "That's right. No matter where life takes us, we'll always be there for each other."

Sol and Keer exchanged a glance, their expressions reflecting a shared understanding. "We'll miss you, Sienna," Sol said softly, her voice filled with sincerity.

Sienna smiled gratefully at her friends, her heart warmed by their unwavering support. "Thank you, everyone," she said, her voice filled with emotion. "For everything. But enough sadness for now. We've got a game to play, and you best believe we are gonna win. So let me give us a pep talk."

With renewed determination shining in her eyes, Sienna took a step forward, her teammates gathering around her, their spirits uplifted by her words. "Listen up, team," she began, her voice ringing with confidence. "We've worked too hard, fought too long, to let anything stand in our way. We are strong, we are capable, and we are ready to show the world what we're made of."

Mimi nodded in agreement, a fire burning in her eyes. "That's right. We may face challenges, but we face them together. And together, there's nothing we can't overcome."

Jade grinned, her determination matching that of her teammates. "Let's show them what we're made of," she exclaimed, her voice filled with excitement.

As they walked out of the locker room, the team's anticipation for the game ahead grew palpable. With each step towards the court, their excitement mounted, their minds focused on the challenge that lay ahead.

Suddenly, Ena and Kaye rushed towards them, their faces lit up with excitement. They enveloped the team in a warm embrace, their words of encouragement echoing in the air. "Good luck, everyone!" they exclaimed, their voices filled with genuine enthusiasm.

Sienna smiled gratefully at her friends, feeling a surge of confidence wash over her. "Thanks, Ena, Kaye," she said, her voice filled with appreciation. "We'll give it our all."

As Ena and Kaye made their way to their seats, the team's spirits soared, their bond strengthened by the support of their friends. With their words of encouragement echoing in their hearts, they stepped onto the court, ready to face whatever challenges awaited them. And as the game began, they knew that no matter what, they would face it together, united by friendship and a shared determination to succeed.

As the first quarter began, anticipation coursed through the gymnasium, the air thick with excitement and nerves. Sienna, wearing jersey number 5, stood tall at the forefront, her eyes focused and determination etched on her face. She knew that this game was more than just a match; it was a chance to prove herself and lead her team to victory.

Jade, sporting jersey number 8, bounced on the balls of her feet, her energy palpable as she prepared to unleash her speed and agility on the court. Despite her shorter stature, she exuded confidence, ready to take on any challenge that came her way.

Sol, donning jersey number 7, She stood resolute, her presence commanding respect as she anchored the team's defense and battled for rebounds in the paint. With each block and defensive stop, she inspired her teammates, her determination evident in every move she made.

Keer, wearing jersey number 15, took a deep breath, her focus unwavering as she prepared to showcase her versatility and skill on the court. As a key player on both offense and defense, she knew that her performance would be crucial to her team's success.

Sugar, in jersey number 10, exuded calmness amidst the chaos, her steady demeanor a reassuring presence for her teammates. With her sharpshooting and strategic plays, she aimed to outwit the opposition and lead her team to victory.

As the game unfolded, emotions ran high on both sides, each player channeling their adrenaline into their performance on the court. With every steal, every block, and every shot, they pushed themselves to the limit, fueled by their passion for the game and their desire to emerge victorious.

The first quarter kicked off with a flurry of action, both teams vying for control of the game. Sienna, dribbling the ball with finesse, eyed her opponents with determination as she scanned the court for an opening.

"Come on, team! Let's show them what we're made of!" Sienna shouted, rallying her teammates as she drove towards the basket.

Jade, quick as lightning, darted past defenders with ease, her nimble footwork leaving them in her wake. "I got this!" she exclaimed, executing a perfect layup to put her team on the scoreboard.

But the opposing team wasn't going down without a fight. Sol, battling for position in the paint, faced stiff resistance from her opponents as she fought for every rebound and putback.

"Get out of my way!" Sol grunted, pushing through the defense to secure a crucial offensive rebound and convert it into a powerful dunk.

Meanwhile, Keer and Sugar worked in tandem, their chemistry evident as they executed precision passes and cut through the opposing defense.

"Open for three!" Sugar called out, receiving a pass from Keer before sinking a long-range shot with precision.

As the tension mounted, both teams exchanged baskets, neither willing to relinquish control of the game. With every steal, every block, and every shot, the intensity of the competition reached new heights, the outcome hanging in the balance.

But amidst the chaos of the game, Mimi remained a constant source of support and encouragement for her teammates, cheering them on with unwavering enthusiasm from the sidelines.

"Keep it up, everyone! We've got this!" Mimi shouted, her voice cutting through the noise of the crowd as she urged her team to give it their all.

As the first quarter drew to a close, the score remained deadlocked, both teams locked in a fierce battle for supremacy. But with Sienna and her teammates leading the charge, they were ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, united in their determination to emerge victorious.

As the first quarter ended, the teams retreated to their respective benches, the intensity of the game still lingering in the air. Sienna and her teammates huddled together, their faces flushed with exertion but their spirits undiminished.

"We're doing great out there, but we need to stay focused," Sienna said, her voice firm as she addressed her team. "We can't afford to let up for a second. Let's keep the pressure on and show them what we're made of."

Jade nodded in agreement, her eyes shining with determination. "We've got them on the ropes. Let's keep pushing and wear them down."

Sol, wiping sweat from her brow, pounded her fist into her palm with a resolute nod. "They're tough, but we're tougher. Let's show them what we're capable of."

Keer and Sugar exchanged a glance, their determination mirrored in each other's eyes. "We've got this," Keer said, her voice steady. "Let's go out there and finish what we started."

The familiar voices of their friends echoed from the sidelines, adding to the chorus of encouragement.

"Come on, Jadey, you got this!" Kaye yelled from the side, her voice filled with unwavering support as she cheered on her friend.

Jade's face lit up with a smile at the sound of her friend's voice, her determination bolstered by Kaye's words. "Thanks, Kaye!" she shouted back, a renewed sense of purpose evident in her eyes.

Not far away, Ena's voice rang out as she joined in the chorus of encouragement. "You got this, Sugar!" she called, her words carrying across the court with a sense of conviction.

Sugar's heart swelled with gratitude at the sound of her friend's voice, her resolve strengthened by Ena's unwavering belief in her abilities. "Thanks, Ena!" she replied, a surge of determination coursing through her veins.

With the support of their friends cheering them on from the sidelines, the team felt a renewed sense of purpose as they prepared to face the challenges of the second quarter.

With a final rallying cry, the team broke their huddle and returned to the court, their determination renewed and their focus laser-sharp. As the second quarter began, they were ready to take on whatever challenges came their way, united in their quest for victory.

Lila stood near Mimi and her fellow cheerleaders, her eyes glued to the action on the court as she cheered on her friends with unwavering enthusiasm.

"You've got this, Sienna!" she called out, her voice ringing out with encouragement as she watched her friend lead the charge.

Beside her, Mimi grinned at Lila's infectious energy, her own cheerleading squad joining in the chorus of support. "That's it, Lila! Keep cheering them on!" she exclaimed, a sense of pride evident in her voice.

As the game unfolded, Lila's shouts of encouragement echoed through the gymnasium, her unwavering support serving as a source of inspiration for her friends on the court. With every basket, steal, and defensive stop, she cheered them on with all her heart, knowing that they were capable of achieving greatness.

And as the second quarter began, Lila remained by Mimi's side, her eyes alight with excitement as she continued to cheer on her friends with unwavering enthusiasm.

As the second quarter commenced, the cheerleaders took center stage, their vibrant routines adding an extra layer of energy to the already electric atmosphere in the gymnasium. Mimi, leading her squad with grace and precision, stepped forward to perform their signature cheer dance.

With every move, Mimi's athleticism and charisma shone through, her movements fluid and dynamic as she led her team through a series of intricate steps and formations. From high-flying jumps to perfectly synchronized flips, their routine was a testament to months of practice and dedication.

The crowd erupted into cheers as Mimi and her cheerleaders dazzled them with their performance, their energy infectious as they pumped up the crowd and rallied support for the team on the court. With each beat of the music, they brought the crowd to their feet, their cheers echoing throughout the gymnasium.

As the routine reached its climax, Mimi executed a flawless series of tumbling passes, her athleticism on full display as she soared through the air with grace and precision. With a final flourish, she struck a pose, her smile radiant as she basked in the applause of the crowd.

As the cheers died down and the game resumed, Mimi returned to her position on the sidelines, her heart pounding with excitement and pride. With their cheer dance complete, she knew that she and her squad had done their part to energize the crowd and inspire their team to victory.

As the second quarter unfolded, the intensity of the game only seemed to grow, with both teams locked in a fierce battle for control of the court. Sienna, Jade, Sol, Keer, and Sugar fought tooth and nail against their opponents, their determination evident in every dribble, pass, and shot.

Sienna showcased her leadership on the court, directing her teammates with precision and executing sharp drives to the basket. "Keep pushing, guys! We've got this!" she shouted, her voice echoing through the gymnasium as she led by example.

Jade used her speed and agility to weave through defenders, her layups and mid-range jumpers keeping her team in the game. "Let's go, team! Keep the pressure on!" she exclaimed, her eyes blazing with determination.

Sol dominated the paint with her strength and athleticism, grabbing rebounds and blocking shots with authority. "We can't let up now! Keep fighting!" she urged her teammates, her voice a steady presence amidst the chaos of the game.

Keer played with tenacity on both ends of the court, her hustle and determination inspiring her teammates to dig deep. "Stay focused, everyone! We've worked too hard to let this slip away!" she called out, her voice filled with urgency.

Sugar remained calm and collected under pressure, sinking clutch shots and making smart plays to keep her team in contention. "Stay poised, guys! We've got this!" she encouraged, her confidence unwavering as she led her team with poise and determination.

As the seconds ticked away, the score remained tight, both teams refusing to give an inch as they battled for supremacy. The scoreboard above the court flashed the current score: 35-34, with Sienna's team holding onto a narrow lead.

But amidst the chaos and intensity of the game, one thing was clear: Sienna and her teammates were determined to emerge victorious, no matter what obstacles stood in their way. And as the second quarter drew to a close, they knew that they would need to give it everything they had if they were to come out on top.

As the buzzer sounded, signaling the end of the second quarter, both teams retreated to their respective benches for a brief respite. Sienna's team gathered in a tight circle, their faces flushed with exertion but their spirits still high.

"We're doing great out there, but we can't afford to let up," Sienna said, her voice filled with determination. "We've got to keep pushing and stay focused."

Jade nodded in agreement, her eyes shining with intensity. "We've come too far to back down now. Let's finish this strong!"

Sol pounded her fist into her palm, a fierce glint in her eyes. "They're not going to know what hit them. Let's go out there and show them what we're made of!"

Keer and Sugar exchanged a glance, their determination mirrored in each other's eyes. "We've got this, guys," Keer said, her voice steady. "Let's go out there and give it everything we've got."

With a final rallying cry, the team broke their huddle and returned to the court, their determination renewed and their focus laser-sharp. As the third quarter began, they were ready to take on whatever challenges came their way, united in their quest for victory.

As the teams returned to the court for the third quarter, the tension in the gymnasium reached a fever pitch. The air was thick with anticipation, and every breath felt like a struggle as the players battled fatigue and exhaustion.

Sienna's team dug deep, their chests heaving with exertion as they fought to maintain their lead. Beads of sweat dripped down their faces, their jerseys clinging to their bodies as they pushed themselves to the limit.

The scoreboard above the court displayed the current score: 42-40, with Sienna's team still clinging to a narrow lead. Every point mattered now, and the pressure was on as they fought to extend their advantage.

On the sidelines, Mimi and her cheerleaders rallied the crowd, their voices ringing out with encouragement as they urged their team to victory. The cheers and applause were deafening, the energy palpable as the fans roared their support.

But amidst the chaos and intensity of the game, one thing was clear: Sienna and her teammates were determined to emerge victorious, no matter what obstacles stood in their way. With every possession, every rebound, and every shot, they gave it their all, knowing that the outcome of the game hung in the balance.

s the third quarter intensified, Sienna found herself momentarily distracted by Mimi's spirited cheering and the thunderous applause from the crowd. It was in that split second of diversion that an opposing player seized the opportunity, delivering a vicious foul that sent Sienna crashing to the floor.

A collective gasp echoed through the gymnasium as Sienna writhed in pain, clutching her injured leg. The sudden turn of events left everyone stunned, their shouts of encouragement replaced by cries of alarm.

"Whoa, whoa, what the FUCK?!" Ena exclaimed from the sidelines, her voice laced with disbelief as she watched the scene unfold.

Sol, Jade, Keer, and Sugar rushed to Sienna's side, their faces etched with concern as they assessed the extent of her injuries. "Where's the doctor? Where's Lila?!" they shouted, their voices frantic as they searched for assistance.

Mimi, her heart pounding with fear, joined the frantic search, scanning the sidelines for any sign of Lila. "She's over there!" Mimi exclaimed, her voice trembling as she pointed towards Lila, who was making her way through the crowd towards Sienna.

With Lila's arrival, the team breathed a collective sigh of relief, knowing that their friend was in good hands. As Lila assessed Sienna's injuries and sprang into action, the rest of the team stood by anxiously, their hearts heavy with worry but their determination unwavering.

However, Lila's confident demeanor quickly escalated into a standoff with the doctor as she questioned his methods.

"You sure you're doing it right, doc? Maybe you should let a pro handle it," Lila quipped, her tone laced with sarcasm as she nudged the doctor aside.

The doctor raised an eyebrow, unamused by Lila's boldness. "And who might you be?" he asked, his tone dripping with skepticism.

Lila squared her shoulders, refusing to be intimidated. "I'm Lila, the team's medical assistant," she retorted, her voice tinged with defiance. "I've got this under control."

The doctor chuckled patronizingly. "Ah, a student trying to play doctor. How quaint," he remarked, his tone condescending.

But Lila wasn't about to back down. "Better than a doctor who's lost his touch," she shot back, her words sharp as she took charge of the situation.

"Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to take care of my friend."

With that, Lila returned her attention to Sienna, her focus laser-sharp as she continued to assess her injuries and provide the necessary care. And as the rest of the team looked on, they couldn't help but admire Lila's determination and resilience in the face of adversity.

As Lila continued to attend to Sienna, the rest of the team's frustration boiled over into a torrent of colorful language directed at the opposing team.

Sol, her voice dripping with anger, let loose a string of expletives that would make a sailor blush. "Those dirty, no-good sons of—"

"Sol, language!" Keer interrupted, though her own vocabulary wasn't much better as she joined in with her own tirade.

Sugar's face flushed with rage as she clenched her fists, her voice trembling with emotion. "I can't believe those assholes would pull a stunt like that!"

Jade, her usually calm demeanor shattered by the events on the court, added her own choice words to the mix. "They're a bunch of cheating bastards, plain and simple!"

As the team vented their frustrations, their words echoed, a symphony of anger and indignation that reverberated around the room. And though their language may have been colorful, their loyalty to each other burned bright, a beacon of solidarity in the face of hardship.

As the tension reached its peak, Sugar's frustration and anger boiled over, driving her to lunge towards one of the opposing players. With a sudden burst of energy, she surged forward, her eyes flashing with a mix of determination and fury.

"Sugar, stop!" Keer yelled, reaching out to grab her teammate before she could make contact.

But Sugar's momentum carried her forward, her arms outstretched as she aimed for her target. The opposing player recoiled in surprise, instinctively bracing for impact as Sugar closed the distance between them.

The gymnasium fell silent as everyone watched the scene unfold, the air thick with anticipation. It was a tense moment, fraught with the possibility of violence, as Sugar's lunge threatened to escalate into something more.

But just as it seemed that the situation might spiral out of control, the referees intervened, stepping in to separate the two players before any further escalation could occur.

As the tension dissipated and the game resumed, Sienna's team breathed a collective sigh of relief, grateful that disaster had been averted. It was a stark reminder of the intense emotions that could surface in the heat of competition, and the importance of keeping a cool head in the face of adversity.

The game entered its final moments, the score stood at a razor-thin margin of 65-64, with Sienna's team trailing by just one point. The tension in the gymnasium was palpable as the clock ticked down, every second feeling like an eternity.

With the ball in their possession, Sienna's team knew they had one final chance to turn the game around. And as the ball was passed to Keer, who was already fueled by anger from earlier events, she saw her opportunity to make a statement.

With a thunderous roar, Keer charged towards the opposing team's defense, her determination written across her face. In a breathtaking display of athleticism, she soared through the air, defying gravity as she went up for the dunk.

The gymnasium erupted into chaos as Keer slammed the ball through the hoop, scoring the winning basket in dramatic fashion. Sol, feeling the rush of victory, pointed her finger mockingly at the opposing team, a smirk playing on her lips as she taunted them with a silent challenge.

Jade, caught up in the moment, joined in with her own taunts, her voice ringing out across the court. "You saw that, hoes?! You saw that?!"

The opposing team, their tempers already frayed, erupted into a frenzy of anger and frustration, their shouts and curses filling the air. Before anyone could react, punches were thrown, and the gymnasium devolved into chaos.

Ena, watching from the sidelines, could hardly believe her eyes. "What the fuck?!" she exclaimed, leaping down from her seat to join the fight.

In the midst of the chaos, Sienna, Sol, Jade, Keer, and Sugar stood their ground, refusing to back down in the face of adversity. With fists flying and adrenaline pumping, they fought back against their opponents, their determination unyielding.

After the chaos on the court subsided and order was restored, Sienna's team found themselves in the locker room, still buzzing with adrenaline from their thrilling victory. Despite the lingering tension from the altercation, there was an undeniable sense of camaraderie among them, a shared bond forged in the heat of battle.

As they caught their breath and tended to any minor injuries sustained during the scuffle, the team reflected on the events of the game, laughing and joking as they relived their triumphs and near-misses on the court.

"We really pulled through in the end, didn't we?" Sienna remarked, a proud smile on her face as she looked around at her teammates.

Sol nodded enthusiastically, her eyes shining with excitement. "Hell yeah, we did! And did you see that dunk from Keer? Absolute legend!"

Keer grinned modestly, her cheeks flushing with pride at the praise. "Thanks, guys. But we couldn't have done it without everyone giving it their all out there."

Sugar, still buzzing with adrenaline, punched the air triumphantly. "That's right! And did you see the look on their faces when we won? Priceless!"

Jade chuckled, shaking her head in amusement. "I swear, I thought they were gonna explode with anger. But hey, that's what they get for messing with us!"

Mimi and Lila joined them, their presence adding an extra layer of support and camaraderie to the group.

Mimi beamed with pride as she looked around at her teammates, her cheerleading uniform slightly rumpled but her spirit undimmed. "You guys were incredible out there," she exclaimed, her voice filled with admiration. "I couldn't be prouder of each and every one of you."

Lila nodded in agreement, her expression one of genuine warmth and affection. "Seriously, you guys showed incredible resilience and teamwork. And Sienna, I'm so glad you're okay," she added, giving her friend a reassuring squeeze on the shoulder.

Sienna smiled gratefully at Mimi and Lila, feeling a surge of gratitude for their unwavering support. "Thanks, guys. I couldn't have done it without you," she said, her voice tinged with emotion.

Sol, ever the optimist, grinned mischievously as she looked around at her teammates. "Well, you know what they say: 'Victory tastes sweeter after a good fight!'"

As the team celebrated their victory in the locker room, Kaye and Ena arrived, their faces alight with excitement and pride.

Kaye's eyes immediately sought out Jade, a playful grin spreading across her face as she made her way over to her girlfriend. "Hey, you," she said, pulling Jade into a tight hug. "You were amazing out there."

Jade returned the hug with equal fervor, her heart swelling with affection for Kaye. "Thanks, Kaye," she said, planting a kiss on Kaye's cheek. "I couldn't have done it without you cheering me on."

Ena, meanwhile, greeted the rest of the team with high-fives and congratulatory hugs, her enthusiasm infectious. "You guys crushed it out there!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with admiration. "I've never seen a game like that before."

As the celebration in the locker room continued, the team decided to head out for a well-deserved meal together. They piled into cars, still buzzing with excitement and adrenaline from the game, and made their way to their favorite diner.

The atmosphere at the diner was lively, with laughter and chatter filling the air as they settled into their seats. They ordered their favorite dishes and shared stories from the game, reliving their favorite moments and teasing each other about the more humorous ones.

After their meal at the diner, the team decided to continue their celebration at the beach. With the sound of waves crashing in the background and the salty sea air filling their lungs, they kicked off their shoes and ran towards the water, their laughter mingling with the sounds of the ocean.

The sound of waves crashing against the shore greeted them as they arrived, the salty air filling their lungs and invigorating their spirits. They spread out blankets and set up a makeshift bonfire, the crackling flames casting a warm glow over their faces as they settled in for the evening.

As Jade and Kaye sat side by side, their fingers intertwined like two pieces of a puzzle, they couldn't help but feel a sense of serenity wash over them. Their quiet moments together were filled with shared glances and knowing smiles, their bond growing stronger with each passing moment.

Meanwhile, Keer and Sol found themselves in the midst of one of their trademark banter sessions, their playful jabs and sarcastic remarks laced with an underlying tension. Despite their differences, there was a mutual respect between them, a recognition of each other's quirks and strengths that kept their dynamic intriguing.

Lila, seeking solace by the water's edge, found herself lost in thought as she watched the waves crash against the shore. Her stolen glances at Mimi betrayed the turmoil of her emotions, torn between longing and uncertainty.

Caught in the middle of a silent tug-of-war between Lila and Sienna, Mimi struggled to maintain her composure amidst the palpable tension. Despite her best efforts to focus on the laughter and camaraderie of her friends, the storm brewing beneath the surface threatened to engulf her.

Sienna, ever the peacemaker, attempted to diffuse the tension with her trademark optimism and charm. Her rallying cry for a game of beach volleyball was met with enthusiastic cheers, her infectious energy uplifting the spirits of the group.

And amidst the chaos, Ena and Sugar found themselves embroiled in a heated debate over the merits of various beach snacks. Their exaggerated gestures and comically exaggerated expressions drew laughter from the group, their playful banter a welcome distraction from the tension that hung in the air.

As the night wore on, the team found solace in each other's company, their shared laughter and shared experiences forging bonds that would withstand the test of time. And as they gazed out at the vast expanse of the ocean before them, they knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would face them together, united as a team in victory and in friendship.

Everyone gathered around a blazing bonfire after a game of beach volleyball, the warmth of the flames throwing a comfortable glow over their faces. They took a seat in their homemade seats, ready to relax and tell stories long into the night, beverages in hand and laughter in their hearts.

As they gathered around the bonfire, Mimi raised her drink in a toast. "To unforgettable moments and lasting friendships," she declared, a warm smile gracing her lips.

"To unforgettable moments and lasting friendships!" the team echoed, clinking their glasses together in celebration.

Jade, her eyes twinkling mischievously, nudged Kaye playfully. "Remember that time we got lost on that hiking trail?" she teased, eliciting laughter from the group.

Kaye chuckled, shaking her head. "How could I forget? We ended up miles off course, but at least we had each other for company," she replied, squeezing Jade's hand affectionately.

Sol, taking a sip of her drink, grinned at Keer. "You were unstoppable on the court today, Keer. I swear, you were like a force of nature out there," she praised, raising her glass in salute.

Keer grinned back, a hint of pride in her eyes. "Thanks, Sol. Couldn't have done it without your passes," she replied, giving Sol a playful wink.

Ena and Sugar, sharing a knowing glance, burst into laughter as they recalled a particularly embarrassing moment from their past. "I still can't believe we did that!" Ena exclaimed between giggles, wiping tears of laughter from her eyes.

Sugar nodded, her cheeks flushed with mirth. "I know, right? But hey, it makes for a great story now," she replied, clinking her glass with Ena's in a silent toast to their friendship.

Lila, her gaze soft as she looked around at her friends, felt a surge of gratitude wash over her. "I'm so glad we're all here together," she said, her voice filled with sincerity. "Cheers to nights like these."

"Cheers!" the team chorused, raising their glasses in unison as the crackling of the fire and the sound of their laughter filled the night air.

As the flames danced in the firelight and laughter echoed into the night, Mimi raised her glass once more, her heart overflowing with gratitude. "To us," she said, her voice soft but resolute, "and to us being friends in every universe."

The sentiment hung in the air like a promise, binding them together in a bond that transcended time and space. In that moment, surrounded by the warmth of the fire and the love of their friends, they knew that no matter where life took them, they would always have each other.

When we’re old and people ask us about our 20s we’ll show them all of us and tell them

'we were fangirls together'

The End.

✦•┈๑⋅⋯ ⋯⋅๑┈•✦

Tag List: @lilacura @pupyuj @jade-jini @kittyl1z @keervah @wintersera @wonysugar @myouicieloz

I did it guys🤪✊

[slushie2awesome6969]

yummy

Gimme that special slime 👅🔥 (guys i get freaky when rick 😕)

[juletheghoul]

father figure

a/n: Clint got me big time, and originally I wanted to write one hot scene but I am who I am and now I have 21 pages written lol. Thanks to @foli-vora & @just-here-for-the-moment for screaming at me about this and for letting me scream at them about it too, hopefully you enjoy the first chapter. I'm still on a little break from Tumblr but with the movie out I really wanted to share. xoxo

Warnings; 18+ no minors, vague but big-legal age gap, piv sex, dirty talk, shitty dad (neglect), absent mother, allusions to illegal activity, daddy kink, secret relationship, period piece - takes place in 1987, Clint being a big guard dog for you, let me know if I missed any!

Pairing: Clint Flood x F!Reader

Ko-fi link 🥲💕

word count: 5.3k

reblogs are appreciated

Masterlist series Masterlist

-

It’s so cold, the breath from your lungs steams a little. With an angry sigh, and the comforter from your bed wrapped tightly around your shoulders you descend the dark steps into the living room. It’s late, past midnight but the neighbourhood is still buzzing with life. 

The dial on the thermostat still shows what the temperature should be set to and then what the actual temperature is and they don’t align, that can only mean the heating bill hasn't been paid again. Your teeth clench, anger swirls like a sudden squall, a heavy sigh pushed roughly through your lips.

The kitchen door opens and the object of your ire walks in, speaking loudly to someone and the annoyance only climbs. On any regular day you’d be asleep by this time, not that he’d care, based on his fucking volume.

Your mouth is open, the scathing words already in the chamber when the bulk of him blocks the kitchen light and the words die in your throat; Clint, neighbourhood thug and overall goon. He follows your dad in, his leather jacket covered frame too big for the dingy little kitchen, his big boots squeaking against the linoleum. 

“Fuck, it’s cold in here—“ you dad frowns, pulling two glasses from the cupboard, “Clint, can I get you a drink?” 

“Uh, yeah, sure.” He shifts on his feet, the bulk of him moves slowly towards the too-small kitchen table, “Thanks.”

“You didn’t pay the heating bill.” The shock of Clint in your house doesn’t stop you from giving your dad a hard stare, his wide-eyed, mooncalf expression doesn’t inspire shame or regret at letting him know. He frowns after a few seconds, an angry huff leaving his lips before laughing, it annoys you that he meets Clint’s eyes before answering you. 

“Yeah yeah, I sent it in, must be another mail fuck-up, you know how it is.” He shakes his head but the pulse in your ear only quickens with anger. 

“When?” With more force than is necessary, you pull the blanket tighter, “When did you mail it in?” The clench in his jaw only compounds your suspicion.

“You didn’t send in shit, and now you’re here in the middle of the night with—“ your eyes find Clint, and what meets you isn’t what you expect. The perpetual scowl you’ve come to expect to see on his face, whether he was walking down the street, idling in his car at a stoplight, or even sitting in the diner having coffee is gone. What’s there is a piercing gaze, a knowing expression, pride? 

“You’re here, getting mixed up in God knows what instead of getting a fucking job—“

“I am getting a job. A good one, one that’s going to change our—“ Clint clears his throat, and the words die, his expression shifts from angry determination to a pleasant, paternal—yeah fucking right—blankness. 

“Go to bed, I’ll make a few calls tomorrow and get the heating turned back on.” 

The disgust is hard to hide, so you don’t even try. They both call out a soft goodnight when you turn and walk back up the stairs. You don’t respond.

-

The bell jingles, but your eyes stay on the pile of returned tapes in the bin under the window. The weekend crowd would be in soon, just like every other Friday, all of them flooding towards the new releases section to pick their movies for the weekend. The box is heavy, but you lug it over anyway.

“Let me help you with that—“ his voice cuts through the mental list flickering through your mind, startling you enough that you practically jump. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” He's taller than you remember, greyer, hotter. 

“You didn’t,” you lie, “just caught me off guard.” The step back is involuntary. 

“Where did you need it?” He holds the heavy box without trouble, it barely seems to register, a testament to at least one of the rumours you’ve heard about him, that everyone has heard about him—his strength. Seemingly just to compound the thought, he shifts it to get a better grip, and for a moment holds it with one hand. 

“Yeah uh, just there is fine. Thanks.”

He gives you a tight smile after putting down the box, highlighting the deep scar that begins from the top of one eyebrow and runs down his nose, ending just under the other eye. It’s jarring enough to see it healed. Unwanted images of what it must have looked like fresh, of having a bloody slash across his face fills your mind's eye. It sends a chill up your spine. 

Clint's smile evaporates under your gaze, the usual scowl takes over while a curious guilt burns within you.

“Thank you.” You repeat yourself, giving him a smile of your own. A tiny, silent apology. He nods.

“Is there something I can help you with?”

“Your dad asked me to meet him, I forgot you work here.”

“Forgot? I didn’t know you knew it in the first place.” You mumble it mostly to yourself as you begin the process of filling the shelves with the returned tapes. 

“I’ve seen you here before.” He leans against a bare space on the wall, the leather in his jacket creaking as he crosses his arms. You’re not sure what to do with that information, and the easy assumption is that he’d been in the store before, or that he’d walked by enough times, seen you during a shift enough times to recognize you as the video store girl. You accept this assumption.

“Been here a few years.”

“I know—“

“Look, whatever bullshit my dad is trying to get involved in, can you please just tell him to stop?” The words bubble up, spilling out as you slide tape after tape behind the corresponding case. He frowns, you continue.

“He doesn’t need to be getting himself mixed up in things he shouldn’t be getting mixed up in.” His expression is cold when your eyes lock, the reminder of who he is, of his reputation makes your stomach drop.

“It’s not my business, it’s not anything I want to know, but it shouldn’t be his business either.”

“Your dads a big boy sweetheart, not up to me to tell him what to do.” 

The bell chimes over the door, ripping your attention away from the endearment. Your father walks in. Something curdles in your gut that he smiles at the sight of Clint, smiles in a way that spells trouble.

“You’re late.” Clint’s tone is icy, the warmth that curled around the syllables he’d directed at you has frozen over into something unwelcoming. It served to highlight a warmth you hadn’t noticed. That curdled thing shifts to a warmth of your own to see the smile die on your fathers face, to see him chastised. Shame eclipses it however, you focus on your task and leave them to their business.

Your father leaves without a word once their meeting is done, Clint doesn’t say anything either, but his eyes find yours, they linger longer than necessary before he walks out of the store. Thoughts of him linger, of his strength, of his voice, of the shape of the word sweetheart in his mouth until the rush comes and you forget all about him.

-

It’s not until a week later that you see him again, another unofficial meeting at the video store. They stand in the x-rated section, the two of them speaking in hushed tones while half-heartedly pretending to look at the cheap pornos lined up on the shelf. The curtains for the section aren't completely closed off, giving you a clear view of them from where you stand at the aisle just outside of it, and you’ve stacked those shelves enough times to know exactly what Clint is looking at. Something inside jumps at the thought of knowing which tape caught his attention, however superficially. Barely legal babysitters, a girl that Bobby, your shithead coworker has taunted you with by saying she looked an awful lot like you.

Your brow creases when you see him idly pick up the case, watch him study the image of the bubbly girl smiling cheekily. He puts it down, and then looks back at you. Your stomach drops, but you don’t look away. Heat floods the whole of you, a cold drop of sweat following the line of your spine. They leave without a word, but the look in his eye stays with you.

-

The heat turns on a week after that, blessed warmth blows steadily through the vent in your room, chasing away the chill that’s haunted the whole of your house. Clint walks in with your father that night, a tight smile greeting you in the kitchen. 

“Shit, I didn’t know you were home tonight.” Your dad frowns, take-out bags in his hands and something burns clean through. Anger, annoyance, embarrassment when Clint frowns in understanding. 

“I never work on Thursdays.” 

“Fuck. Okay well—“

“You serve yourself a full plate, and we’ll make do with the rest.” Clint speaks over your dad, that same tone you’ve heard a few times, the one that leaves no room for argument fills the tiny kitchen but you protest anyway.

“It’s fine. I can just go out and get myself something.” It should make you happy that he wants you to have some, but all you can focus on is the fact that it’s him that offers it and not your dad.

“Get yourself a plate, and fill it. Come on.” Your feet bring you to him, your hands reach for the cupboard and obey while your dad says nothing. 

“That’s it sweetheart, go on, grab as much as you like.” He opens the containers and urges you, his tone softening up into something warm, something almost nurturing. You smile up at him, taking a little bit of the sticky sweet orange chicken, you huff out a laugh when he tuts at how little you take. 

“That’s not enough. Don’t be shy, there you go.” He slides a few more pieces onto your plate before opening up another container.

“You want fried rice? Or just the steamed one?” His hands are scarred, his knuckles littered with the tiny silver lines of stitched over skin. His fingers are deft when they open the containers, for a second you imagine how they’d look opening up the button of your jeans, or the tiny ones on your favourite cardigan. 

“Veggies too, here have some broccoli.” He tips another container, piling the shiny, bright green vegetables onto your plate while you reign your thoughts back in.

“That’s more than enough, I won’t eat all of this.” He waves you away.

“Eat.” He urges, and with a shy, tight lipped smile and less than wholesome thoughts, you sit at the table and eat. 

Your dad serves himself after Clint, silently. His plate has perhaps half the food that yours does. 

“I won’t eat this all, you—“

“No, that’s yours. He should’ve considered his daughter before coming home without enough food. Next time he will.” Clint eats, impervious to the sulk on your dads face. 

The strangeness of it all isn’t lost on you, to have someone who is for all intents and purposes a criminal, going to bat for you against your own father. If this had happened a few years ago, if you’d been younger, more naive, you might have felt bad for your dad, you might have stuck up for him and defended his actions, but you aren’t that person. The shut off heat comes to mind, the unpaid bills over the years, the endless schemes to make a quick buck, the general neglect moves your fork across your plate. 

Clint catches your eye and winks, a cheeky thing that fills your body with heat, shoos away the very idea of neglect. 

Undeterred, your dad continues a previous conversation you tune out. Your eyes are fixed on the man across from you, on the breadth of his shoulders and the flex in the muscles of his jaw and neck as he chews through his bites of food. 

When they leave, the thought of him lingers. The sound of his voice fills your ears when you tuck yourself in, the heat of his form beside you fills your bed like a ghost, until you fall asleep and dream of that wink. 

-

It doesn’t register at first, but after the take-out fiasco, the meetings at your house tend to take place on Thursdays. They fill out the kitchen, talking about things you have no reference for, coded language regarding God knows what while you make yourself dinner, or tidy up, while you fold laundry on the couch. Little things pop up too, the fridge is full of food, a rare occurrence and part of you suspects that Clint is responsible. How novel, that the neighbourhood goon would push your father into providing. 

It shifts eventually, from an influence on your father, to him providing directly. It starts with a coffee, a warm, sweet one from the diner down the street given to you without a word before another video store meeting. Fresh donuts on another night, breakfast before a shift on another morning and although completely confusing, it feels a bit like a feral cat bringing dead mice to your door. An offering, a courtship? You shake your head, eat the food, drink the coffee, and enjoy the donuts. 

-

Rain pours, heavy and relentless as you finish up vacuuming the musty old carpet of the store. A loud sigh leaves your mouth, already shivering in anticipation of the short walk home in what is quickly turning into a fucking monsoon. A car pulls up in front of the store, idling just outside the door and you recognize it as Clints. 

“Get in!” He shouts from the open window when you open the door, pressing yourself as close as you can to lock it without getting drenched.

With a frown you stare at him, noting the lack of your father. 

“Come on, get in sweetheart, I’ll drive you home!” He reaches over, unlocking the door and you jump in as fast as you can. You don’t escape the water, despite it only being a few seconds your jacket is soaked, water droplets run down the back of your neck. He turns the heat up full blast and you’re more grateful that you know what to do with. 

“Thanks, what are you doing here?” You rub your hands together in front of the vent, soaking up the warmth. 

“I didn’t want you walking home in this.” His tone is simple, matter of fact. He drives slowly, the windshield wipers are working as hard as they can but the visibility is still trash. 

“Why?” 

“It’s pouring, you shouldn’t have to walk home in this, you shouldn’t have to walk home at all.”

“And why shouldn’t I–”

“Because.” The word comes out in a huff, almost annoyed–no, not annoyed, passionate, “If it were up to me you wouldn’t even need to work.”

Your mouth clamps shut, your mind races. Thoughts swirl as he turns slowly down your street. Heat that has nothing to do with the air blowing through the vents claws at your chest, curls in your gut and trickles to the place between your legs. 

He parks outside your house, dark and lifeless, coming up out of the concrete like a rotten tooth. 

“Why are you saying that?” The car rumbles, the rain pelts against everything. His eyes are hungry when they meet yours and the air in the car, in your lungs is gone. 

“Because you deserve to be spoiled. You deserve to be taken care of and loved–” the words are a tide, a great big wave on the horizon of a barren desert. 

“You definitely shouldn’t have to worry about bills or whether there will be heat in your house, you shouldn’t be taking care of your dad, he should be taking care of you.” A crack spreads through the veneer of the fantasy and clarity comes through. Where you thought he was confessing his feelings for you, it was actually a paternal worry. 

Embarrassment burns so much hotter than desire.

“I’m fine–”

“I know, I know you’re fine but I don’t want you to just be fine. I want you to be happy, I want you to smile.” He frowns, his big hand engulfing yours and it only makes you feel worse, until he pulls you in and presses his mouth to yours. He swallows the gasp, along with an unintentional whimper. His kiss is softer than you'd ever expected, a delicate, plush press of his lips to yours until your arms drift up to slip along his neck. He feeds you a sound of his own, a low, rumbling thing as he deepens the kiss. He tilts his head and slips his tongue past your slightly open mouth, slides along yours, licks deep until you moan.

When he pulls away the world is on its ass, your heart races and your pulse pounds both in your ears and in your cunt. 

-

His jacket thwacks onto the ground of your tiny bedroom. It’s accompanied by your soaked jacket, the discarded items surrounded by tiny pools of rainwater but you couldn’t care any less. His hands squeeze at the meat of your hips, they slide around to the small of your back, press you close to feel the heavy weight of his cock against your hip as he presses you down onto your tiny bed. 

The lust, the want is so intense it drips onto your inner thighs. It clouds any and all thoughts that aren’t about his tongue licking a hot stripe up your neck, or the look on his face when he kneels between your legs, when he sees the glossy lips of your sex, the wet spread of you begging for any part of him. 

His cock barely bobs, it lands like a brand against your cunt when he settles in the cradle of your hips, bracketed by your thighs. His lips engulf a nipple, his tongue swirls mercilessly around the sensitive peak and liquid fire burns clean through you. With a steady suck and a life-altering flick of that tongue he rocks his hips. His cock spreads your seam wide, coating himself in your arousal, the fat tip of it bumping your clit with every push and pull. 

There isn’t enough air, there isn’t enough room in your lungs. 

“So fucking wet for me huh baby?” He nudges at your nipple with his nose, his tongue licking at it again and again before he moves to the other breast. He sounds almost pained as he worships your chest, breathing hard through his nose as you stare in horny silence.

It’s so hard to focus on anything but the all-consuming heat of his mouth on your nipple, or the heavy weight of his cock against your mound but you try to take in the details of him. The scars on his golden skin, the freckles on his shoulders, the size of him on top of you, so broad he blocks the light when he moves up towards your mouth. He’s an eclipse, a dark, welcome shadow across your sky, across your life. Until him, you hadn’t realized how fucking bright everything had been, how blinding, how exposed.

“Gonna take care of you.” He kisses a path up to your neck, leaving both nipples wet and puffy. “Gonna fuck you how you deserved to be fucked, you want that?” He reaches down, pressing himself harder against your clit. 

An inhuman sound comes from somewhere in your throat, the part of your brain that forms words has left the building. 

He laughs, a cocky, self-assured thing. 

“Come on, pretty baby, tell me. You want my dick don’t you? Because I really wanna give it to you, but I gotta hear it. You gonna be my good girl and tell me?” The tip of his dick slides deliciously over your clit and it’s so good you might come just from the stimulation, it’s already building at the base of your spine, spreading through your hips like a warm bath. 

“Oh yeah, she wants me so fucking bad huh? Look at her, all wet, trying to pull me in, greedy little thing.” He moans almost to himself, looking down to watch himself tease you halfway to madness, 

“Please Daddy–” It slips out, unbidden, unmistakable and panic hits like a bucket of cold water. 

His eyes shoot up, silently pinning you to your bed and for a split second, you can almost pinpoint every single drop that hits your window. 

“I–I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to, I–” You scramble for a second, trying and failing to get out from underneath him. You don’t make it far, his grip tightens, his eyes dilate, a grin spreads across his handsome face. 

“Oh baby, that’s what you need huh? Just a daddy to take care of you. A real one.” His lips drift across your skin as the rain pelts harder, the soft glow of your lamp casts his face in shadows at this angle, the scar on his face looks more pronounced, his normally slicked back hair falls in soft tendrils. Something swells, an emotion you can’t really parse, it lodges itself in the back of your throat. 

“Let me take care of you, baby.” His kiss is gentle, his hands too, hitching your legs high on his hips. You’re wet enough that he slides right in, but the size of him bottoming out inside you makes you gasp out a surprised moan. 

“Holy fuck–” You swallow thickly, breathing deep despite feeling like his dick is in your lungs.

He lets out a deep sigh, licking his lips before he looks down to see himself stretching you open on his length. 

“That’s so fucking pretty, Daddy’s in there nice and deep.” His words send a shock of pleasure through your body, like a lightning strike pulling more and more liquid arousal to seep out around him. He sees it, and smiles big. 

“Oh you like that, you just wanna be my baby don’t you?” 

You want to answer, you want to use your words and pull him apart, make his heart race the way yours does but he pulls his hips back and thrusts in deep and every word falls out of your head, leaks out around his cock, comes out as a breathy pant. 

Your inner thighs burn, sweat beads on your skin and his, the slick rhythmic noise between your legs fills the space between you along with your heavy breaths. Rain pelts outside, lightning flashes, shining a spotlight on the vulgar tableau like a spotlight, like a camera flash for an image you never want to forget. 

He’s so fucking beautiful, so warm against you, so fucking hard inside you. His eyes take in the no doubt cock-dumb expression on your face and there is only desire in his gaze. The rest of the world falls away under the weight of it. One big palm skates up, squeezing at the weight of your breast, his thumb brushes against the sensitive peak before sliding up and pressing gently against the base of your throat. There is no threat, only the comforting feel of him holding you down, the reassuring feel of just how much of your skin his hand can touch at once. It sends a hot lick of desire up your spine. 

“Harder–” You pull him closer, canting your hips up to meet his thrusts, wrapping your legs tighter around his waist, the blunt ends of your nails digging into the hard muscle of his shoulders and he pulls his lip into his mouth at the sound of your voice. 

There is no preamble, no teasing, in a moment he’s up and kneeling between your legs. Those big hands are holding onto your hips tight enough to bruise, thrusting, and pulling you towards him at the same time. Your bed rocks, your breasts bounce, and your brain runs celebratory laps around itself on just how lucky you are to have found this man. 

His face is a frown of concentration, mouth open, dark eyes fixed on the way you leak around him, on the way your hands scramble for purchase on anything they can reach. He grunts, moving one thigh up so your calf rests against his shoulder and the other reaches down to swirl mind-blanking circles at your clit. 

“Oh god–” Your stomach tenses at the threat of pleasure looming, heat spreads and he doesn’t alter his movements, he doesn’t speed up. 

“That’s it baby, come on, you can do it.” He nods at you, his eyes guiding you into the abyss, his thumb in place and it’s almost there, you can taste it. 

“Come on, pretty baby–” He leans forward a little while keeping his rhythm, lining himself up and then he lets a glob of spit fall slowly over the target of his thumb and the thought, the act, the feel of that extra hot slip sends you over the edge. 

Your voice breaks with it. Your body clenches tight as a bowstring, and he only grips tighter, fucks you harder, swirls his wet thumb faster. Your pulse pounds in your ears as you ride out the high, the vulgar sounds between your legs only get louder, more obscene until he pulls out, and tugs at himself in tight, fast movements. The sight of him over you, bathed in shadows and silhouetted by the streetlamp outside, his arm flexing, muscles shining with exertion while he strokes himself above you is enough to reignite that desire in your belly. 

It’s only compounded when he lets out his own unadulterated moans, when he leans forward again and palms your breast, squeezing as he paints you in himself. 

He’s the most relaxed you’ve ever seen him after he comes. That constant tension you’ve come to recognize in his shoulders is gone, the scowl he wears in the video store is replaced with a serene, soft expression as he wipes his cooling come away from your skin after making his way naked and unbothered to your bathroom next door. A shyness creeps in along with the clarity of what you’ve done. Any stress you’ve leached away from him, seeps into your body the longer you lay there, naked and hyper aware of the shift in who he is to you. 

“You okay? I didn’t hurt you did I?” He tosses the damp washcloth into your laundry basket, but lingers beside you, sitting at the edge while you lay there, naked, damp and fidgeting. 

“No, no, not at all.” You take a deep breath, try to smile but he frowns, his warm hand settles softly, lightly on your belly. You can see the way he draws up, shoulders rising with the growing tension. 

“Are you upset that this happened?” There’s something slithering through the tone, through the undercurrent of his question and you can see it clear as day, doubt that you wanted this, doubt that you wanted him. 

“No! No, this was, it was great, really.” Your smile is real, and his eyes are intense, trying to decipher your words and your body language. You rise, shoving down that self-conscious chatter about your body, about the fact that he can see everything. 

“I–Clint, it was really good…I’m just, I’m nervous about what happens now.” Your hand holds his arm, breathing through and ignoring the mean little voice that focuses on his hand on your belly. 

“What do you mean?” His thumb rubs at your skin, frown in place.

“Well, what is this?” You gesture to the two of you, “not to be that girl, but what are we? You’re working with my dad, are we dating? Was this just a one night thing? Are we going to pretend nothing happened–?” Questions spill out, word vomit in his lap like a sick cat. 

“Okay, okay–” His hands land on your arms, sliding up to cup your cheeks and the tension leaves him again, a smile replaces the frown and you mirror the expression back, embarrassed. 

“I am happy with whatever you want. I would prefer this wasn’t a one-time-thing, at this point I don’t even think my dick would get hard for anyone but you, sweetheart.” He pulls you forward softly, but firmly to straddle him. 

“As for your dad,” He lets out an annoyed sigh against your shoulder, pressing a soft kiss there before shaking his head.

“I’ll be honest, I’m not sure he has a future in what I do.” He doesn’t elaborate, doesn’t give you any details and you don’t ask. Your arms wrap around his neck, your fingers thread through the damp hair at the base of his skull. 

“So what happens now?” he pulls you closer, his strong arms make you swoon but you focus. 

“I’d like to keep seeing you. I’d like to take you out on a real date, show you off.” 

“Really?” Your teeth dig into the plump of your lower lip, heat spreads through every inch of you, pooling in the parts of you that are pressed up against the parts of him. 

“Yeah baby, of course, if you’d let me.” His smile is so soft, so sincere it bolsters you enough to pull you forward, his mouth begs for yours and you have no choice but to obey. It’s soft and sweet, and when you pull away your face is warm with the feelings swirling within. 

“I want that too, but–”

“What is it?” His hands stroke your back, soothing, strong, reassuring.

“Can we just keep it to ourselves for a little bit? I don’t want to deal with the drama of my dad. Not just yet.”

“Whatever you want, baby.” 

-

Your dad shoves himself into the kitchen an hour later, shaking himself off like a wet dog. Clint sits at your table, a steaming cup of coffee in his hands and the smile, the pleasant conversation between you is gone and it’s like he’s another person. 

“I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” Your dad speaks to Clint, ignoring you completely, it doesn't phase you. The clench in Clint's jaw though, that makes you smile to yourself. 

“Why? I told you I would come find you.” He frowns, rising and putting his cup into the sink. 

“This isn’t going to work if you aren’t going to listen to me.” He leans against the counter, pointedly staring your father down. Your father crumbles. 

You rise, knowing whatever they have to speak about is none of your business. 

“Thank you for the coffee, sweetheart.” He says it as you walk away, tone cold but you smile anyway. His smell lingers in your room, in your sheets, wraps itself around you as you fall asleep. 

-

Your heart leaps, a staccato, tachycardic thing that would worry you if weren't for the recognizable shape of him entering the video store. He smiles a private smile, hands you another sweet coffee he knows you like from the diner. His fingers linger on yours when you take it from him. He pulls a warm pastry from one of the big pockets in his jacket, and gives it to you with a wink. Your face warms and suddenly, keeping this whole thing a secret seems so stupid. Every molecule of you wants nothing more than to jump over the counter and climb him like a tree, wanting to feel those strong arms wrapped around you. 

Your dad walks in, and the urge dies. The thought of his expression if he saw that is enough to curdle milk. 

“You busy on Thursday?” Clint asks low, uncaring and you shake your head no. “Don’t make plans.” He winks again, and then turns, and leaves you with the sweet taste of coffee in your mouth, wishing it was his tongue instead.

-

Tag list: @frannyzooey @greeneyedblondie44 @lola4pedro @221bshrlocked @artsymaddie @supernaturalgirl20 @sleep-tight1 @sherala007 @cannedsoupsucks @thirstworldproblemss @ilikechocolatemilkh @freeshavocadoooo @hrk-fic-recs @maxwell--lord @the-feckless-wonder @kirsteng42 @thisshipwillsail316 @feministfanboi  @stevie75 @readsalot73 @pedrostories @tobealostwanderer @mandocrasis @elegantduckturtle @diogodxlot @alczysz17 @evyiione @absurdthirst @beskarboobs @andruxx @littlemissoblivious @1800-fight-me @maievdenoir @gracie7209 @omlwhatamidoinghere @magikfanatic @frankiecatfish @pedritoispunk @studythoreauly @missswriter @pintsizemama @mswarriorbabe80 @a-trial-run-on-paper @la-le-lu @chickadee-djarin @dobbyjen @rosiefridayrogersunday @ajeff855 @johnsrevelation @the-witty-pen-name 

@zombiesnips-blog @sarahjkl82-blog @fan-of-encouragement @queenofthecloudss @deadhumourist @felicisimor @toomanystoriessolittletime @what-iwish-you-knew @pedrostories @athalien @bi-thewayy @literallydontlook @pedrosbrat @gamingaquarius @luxmundee @iamafadedmoon @nakhudanyx @littlemisspascal @grogusmum @heyitmelexie @killyspinacoladas @gothicxbarbie @evildxad @dragonslarimar @spideysimpossiblegirl @chemtrail-mix @breezythesimp @altarsw @artooies-scream @staygolddindjarin @softsweetedbeauty @littlemisspascal @yuiopiklmn @squidwell @just-blogging-around @bbyanarchist @girlofchaos @maddiedrmr @frasmotic @acourtofsnakes @buckybarneshairpullingkink @astoryisaloveaffair @harriedandharassed  @shirks-all-responsibilities @androah @alwaysachorusgirl @dindjarinsmut @captain-jebi @gallowsjoker 

@tusk89 @dadbodfanatic-x @naiomiwinchester @blazedprince @avidreader73 @mr-underhills-things @avengersfan25 @tastygoldentaters @nyotamalfoy @mymindfuckery @its-nebuleuse @missladym1981 @inept-the-magnificent @yesjazzywazzylove-blog @ladyofmidlo72 @greenvita @honey-on-your-tongue @ladylovesloki @iamladyp @purple-fig @picketniffler @somedayheaven @flw3rrr @lizzie-cakes @bunnibitez @kluvspedro @bluesweaters15 @freyablack90 @frodofreakingbaggins @madnessofadaydreamer @iknowisoundcrazyreads @the-last-twin-of-krypton @vibin-hippie @callmebyyournick-name

[littlelovelunette]

Sevika with reader who like talks back too much or maybe wears a dress she told you not to cause it’s too showy so she drags them home and bends her over her knee cane makes the reader count them 💕💕😩 (I let ovulation day me write this my bad)

I get you baby I get you I feel like I'm ovulating 24/7 haha that's why I'm writing so much smut, check out the pinned post and touch yourself mwah thank me later

Red Handprints

Content warning: Mild smut (?), spanking, brat tamer Sevika

Today morning when you finished shower and was picking out some clothes to wear, you started holding up all your cute little dainty dresses to see which one seemed better for the day. But just as you held up a mini dress, Sevika let out a quiet, "Nuh-uh."

She grabbed the hanger of the dress, taking it out of your hands and putting it back into the closet. "You wanna get harassed by goons or something?" She raised a brow, taking a deep inhale of the cigarette before she exhaled it through her nose. "Just looking out for ya'."

"Thanks, but I'm not a kid," you retorted with a fuckass grin and that made Sevika's jaw tighten, you could see the veins of her neck rise a little but she bit back her mean words, swallowing down her anger.

"Don't let me catch you wearing that. You might as well go outside naked," Sevika rolled her eyes mumbling as she walked out, probably for work.

She didn't appreciate you mouthing her off so she didn't bother even saying a simple goodbye.

You smirked a little, "Mission accomplished," you hummed to yourself and giggled before you walked back to the closet, taking the small dress out anyway.

You'd wear it, not just to show off your curves but to ruffle Sevika's feather. And you'd make sure you go into Last Drop so you don't show off too much or seem disloyal, just messing with her a bit.

The bar was a little crowded as you walked inside, you could see her playing poker with the other henchmen.

Her eyes immediately locked onto yours as she gave you a once over, her lips pursing in disappointment.

She got up, throwing some cash onto the table and walked upto you, grabbing your neck, "What do you think you're doing?" Sevika whisper-yelled at you, the scene rof tobacco and alcohol filling your nostrils.

"What?" You feigned innocence.

Sevika, not wanting to cause a scene, picked you up, wrapping you with her poncho, "You're basically in a bikini," she whispered again, as she led you out of the bar.

"Geez, okay, mother," you replied in a taunting tone which Sevika didn't take lightly.

"Apologise," she said, her voice had a final tone but you held your tongue this time before an idea sparked in your brain.

"Make me!" You said, knowing she'd fuck some sense into you.

Well, that's how you ended up over her lap, crying. Sevika smacked a big hand over your ass again.

"I'm starting over. You messed up your counting," Sevika said, pausing before smacking your ass again.

You howled in pain, burying your face in the sheets, red ass perched up by a pillow over her lap, "O-one..."

Sevika slapped your ass again, the smack echoing in your shared bedroom, "Two.."

Sevika continued spanking your ass, each slap harder than the other and she didn't seem like she'd stop anytime soon, not even when you were gasping for air, sobbing loudly.

She seemed to enjoy it, even taunting you through it. Sevika's hand came down in a harsh slap again, "T-t-... Twenty," you croaked and she positioned you on the bed, ass hovering in the air.

"Stay like that, reflect," She walked off to sit down at the edge of the bed as she watched your red ass pushed up, head in the pillows as you cried in pain quietly.

Seviak took out a cigarette, lighting it and taking a good inhale, "Think next time before you decide to be a brat."

[rayroseu]

SILVER'S BIRTHDAY SSR 😭😭😭🤍🤍🤍🤍

source

I SEE WHAT YOU DID

SILVERS PORTRAITS FEATURES THE ARTOWRKS MALLEUS AND LILIA WAS LOOKING AT IN THEIR GROOVY AKIDKQJFJS THIS IS EVERYTHING!!! 😭😭😭✨✨💖💖💕💞 Its like its implyibg theyre his family...

Because in Lilia's pre groovy, it was the goons and Maleficent, symbolizing his "family/home" are his soldiers and the Draconia family

And in Malleus' case, it was Maleficent and Diablo, which are Meleanor and Levan 😭😭✨💞💕

So Silver SINCERELY thinks Lilia and Malleus are his home/family... even if the ones reflected here are the heroes of Sleeping beauty and lowkey the Silver Owls (Philip/Aurora=Dawn/Leah and The 3 good fairies=Dawn's guardian fairies), The fact these are acfually from the cards of Malleus and Lilia kind of implies that even if hes from Silver Owls, the ones that really raised him up/perfectly embodies who he is would be Malleus and Lilia KSJAKJDD

IM CRASHING AAAAAAAA SILVERRRR YOUUUUSBSJSJFBW PLEASE MALLEUS AND LILIA GO HUG YOUR LITTLE PRINCEEEE 😭😭😭😭🤍🤍🤍

[terristre]

diversity win! the mafia goon breaking into your house at night with a crowbar has blue hair & pronouns 💕

[puck-luck]

hi qween, could i request mocha with qh43, whipped cream = established relationship, and cold foam 💗💕💞💗💗💞 happy 1 year i love your writing :3

hi!! thank u for requesting!! since you didn't specify what you wanted with the cold foam, i used this kink prompt generator to determine the wild card.... which was sexting!

so, warnings (1.2K): sexting, slight angst (they're fighting, the mocha part is that they're making up here), mentions of ass-eating, no actual sex but lots of allusions to it, puns and double entendres about cooking/sex, quinn is persistent and dorky and stupid and i love him, reader is doing her best to not fall for his goon-ness <3

Things have not been good between you and Quinn lately. It wasn’t by any fault of yours, or of Quinn’s, but you haven’t had sex in weeks. You’ve barely seen each other with Quinn’s schedule and your work. It’s been driving both of you crazy, and you’re both stressed in your own jobs, and it hasn’t been manifesting well. 

Quinn left his sneakers in the middle of the hallway one day and you tripped over them while carrying a fuck ton of groceries inside. That had started a big fight, which hadn’t been resolved, and you’re still upset whenever you see something out of place… like the toothpaste this morning, left on the bathroom counter capless. The cap was next to the tube. How hard is it to screw the cap back on the tube when you’re done brushing your teeth?

You’d lost track of time and been late to picking Quinn up after a roadie one night, which sparked a fight on his end. That also hadn’t been resolved entirely. You know Quinn is still holding it against you because he’s driven himself to the arena every single time since you were late, insisting that he’ll just take himself so he doesn’t have to worry or wait. 

So there’s been tension lingering in the air of the apartment ever since. You’re sure that when you and Quinn have more time, you’ll be able to talk about it. The hockey season is almost over and the presentation you’re working on at work is almost due, so you both will be free in a couple of weeks. The light at the end of the tunnel is growing brighter and drawing nearer.

Quinn is at home tonight, which is nice most of the time. Over the last two years that you’ve been together, it’s rare for you and Quinn to avoid each other. Today, though, you’re staying away from each other. You’re both still upset and holding a grudge.

Quinn sits on the couch flipping through a book. You worked on your computer at the dining room table and now you’re on your lunch break, chopping up stalks of celery to toss into the pot of soup you’re brewing.

As you turn and make your way around the island in the kitchen, you can feel Quinn’s eyes roaming over your skin. You pay him absolutely no mind, keeping your head down and returning to the cutting board to chop up a few carrots.

Your phone buzzes a minute later. 

I’m starving

The text pops up from your lovely, annoying boyfriend and strikes a chord within you. Does he expect you to be cooking for him? The pot of soup is big enough for four people at least, but Quinn didn’t ask you. He just said he’s starving and expects you to do something about it. He’s a big boy; he can make his own meal. You let your screen fade to black without replying.

Another buzz:

But not for food ;)

Unimpressed, you raise your gaze to Quinn on the couch. He’s watching you with a barely-suppressed, smug smile tugging at the corners of his lips. You shoot him a glare, letting him know that you’re not budging, and go back to chopping a carrot into tiny pieces. 

Whereas you were unimpressed, Quinn is undeterred. 

Buzz.

Baby your cooking smells so good, it’s making me crave YOU… wanna add something sexy to that savory?

You squint at the text and return to your carrots, scooping them off of the cutting board and dumping them into the broth.

Buzz.

Cooking looks good on you. Making you moan is even better. Come and let me season you up properly ;)

You pick up your phone and face Quinn, staring him in the face as you shut it down entirely. You place the phone on the counter out of reach and go back to stir the pot. There’s shredded chicken and veggies in this pot, plus some spiral noodles that have been thoroughly cooked in the simmering broth.

He clears his throat behind you and starts to speak. “Hey, babe, I thought I’d give you a call since you hadn’t replied to my texts. Your hands must be full since you didn’t answer, so I hope this voicemail will be fun for you.”

You take a deep breath and press your lips together, closing your eyes. He is such a fucking dork.

“Hm, what am I up to?” Quinn fake-ponders aloud. “Nothing much, just sitting on the couch, rock-hard, and thinking about bending you over the stove.”

Your nostrils flare and you halt your movements. 

“I’m going to need you to turn off the stove and turn me on, though. I’m dying for a sample of your other delicious skills.”

You’re at your wit’s end, about to break your silence. You’re not sure whether you’re going to tell Quinn to shut up or if you’re going to fall for his silly sexting-turned-voicemail, but you’re almost at the point of saying something. 

You can hear Quinn holding back a laugh. “You look so hot stirring that pot, beautiful. Wish it was your ass I was stirring instead. Lemme grab a bite, yeah?”

You scoff, surprised and amused by his pick-up line. “I am not letting you eat my ass, Quintin.”

He chuckles and stands from the couch, his feet padding over the wooden floor of his apartment as he enters the kitchen. “Okay, not your ass. We can still skip the utensils and I’ll put my tongue on something else. I promise I’ll be thorough.” His reflection in the microwave shows you that he’s still talking into the phone. He’s close enough to touch now and he makes a point to splay his fingers over your hip, standing with his crotch pressed against your behind. “Can I serve you something hot and hard, baby?”

His breath washes over your neck, followed shortly by the scratch of his scruff as he kisses the curve of your shoulder. Instinctively, you bare the skin to him. 

Quinn drops the call and places his other hand on your other hip, holding you steady as he rolls his hips against your bottom. He kisses your jaw, then your cheek. “‘m sorry I haven’t been very happy lately. Things are tense. I don’t want them to be.”

“It’s just a difficult time right now,” you reply softly. “I’m stressed and every tiny thing that goes wrong gets on my nerves and makes it worse.”

Quinn takes the spoon from your hand and turns off the stove, moving the pot to the backburner and off the heat. “You get an hour for lunch?”

“About forty-five left.”

“I only need fifteen.”

You laugh. “It’s been long enough that I think you could do it in less.”

“Ouch, you’re making fun of my stamina?” Quinn pouts. “I’ll show you, baby. I’m a machine.”

You release a breath of a laugh, relaxing into Quinn’s touch. “Is sexting your new way of initiating?”

“Only when you’re mad at me. It’s cheesy enough that it’ll diffuse the tension, right? Did you like my lines?” Quinn asks, seeking your approval. One of his hands is unbuttoning your blouse, the one you threw on to look professional in your video meeting this morning.

“I liked that you were trying,” you confirm. “But you’re still not going to eat my ass.”

Quinn steers you toward the bedroom. “I’m perfectly content eating your pussy, baby. You’re my main course.” He scoops you up bridal-style and carries you across the apartment. Once you enter the bedroom, he tosses you onto the bed and grins at you. “Alright, spread ‘em. Gotta lick my plate clean.”

[rafesteddy]

𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 - 𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 (𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏 𝐨𝐟 𝟔)

+18 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓸𝓻 𝓓𝓝𝓘

𝙾𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝙼𝚘𝚋𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚛!𝚁𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝚡 𝙵𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

📖 𝙻𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚌 𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚘 𝙿𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝙿𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝙿𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚋𝚢 𝚂𝚊𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚊 𝙲𝚊𝚛𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛 💕

Warnings contain spoilers: domestic assault, cheating, swearing, name-calling, gaslighting, threats, and mentions of killing partner, general violence. Every chapter after this, will have Rafe as the focal point.

*blue font is present day

Reader’s POV:

Red wine, Tony’s favorite, Cabernet Sauvignon specifically. Tokara Telos, the first bottle of wine we shared on our very first date. Fitting for our two year anniversary. Slowly swirling the glass you watch the rich red wine cascade down the side. You look at the oven, eyeing the clock, watching a second hour pass. Nine… Dinner was set for seven. Where the hell is he? Maybe he texted me? Maybe he’s in a business meeting gone long or wrong?

Unread to read. Your heart skips a beat as you watch the three dots impatiently; Tony finally acknowledging you, letting you know where the fuck he is and what the hell he’s doing.

Nothingness.

The three dots disappear leaving behind the disappointing chain of messages.

Is he with someone else?

I hate that that’s where my mind goes first, since he’s assured me time and time again he’s faithful and I’m paranoid. It’s hard to give him the benefit of the doubt when there’s so much to doubt. Every excuse just sounds so fabricated with him, corroborated by his goons so I don’t have a leg to stand on.

Then there’s the talk around the country club… It’s just whispers, no real proof, but I swear it’s so goddamn loud. I’m rarely at the Island Club, but when I am, I can see the eyes on us. The cutting watch of women who Tony could possibly be seeing on the side; gossip shared just out of earshot. Everyones’ pity and focus always seems to be directed at me.

It’s embarrassing to feel like everyone knows my drama but me. No one opens their mouths. Ya know why? They’re scared… Scared of him. And I don’t blame ‘em. I’d be scared too.

So here I sit. Getting stood up by my boyfriend while he’s out doing god knows what, with god knows who, because he can. He can do whatever he’d like, break my heart, bruise my ego, because deep down I know there’s nothing I can do… The day I met him was the day I lost myself.

“Vlad,” you call from the kitchen, your voice bouncing off the walls of the lavish estate. “Vlad?”

“Miss?” Tony’s driver comes around the corner with a broad smile, taking in the smells of whatever lingers of the now cold pom de terre. “Smells delicious, Miss. I didn’t know you were a cook.”

“I’m not,” you sigh through a labored laugh. “Just thought I’d make what we had on our first date,” you hum, hearing the drunken slur in your own voice. Vlad cocks an eyebrow, clocking it instantly. “Umm… Dinner was supposed to be at seven,” you sough, gesturing with your glass toward the clock. “Do you know where he-”

“How was lunch with Anna?” He cuts you short, quickly changing the subject, leaving a sour taste in your mouth.

“Where’s Tony,” you return, trying your best to level your wavering tone, dismissing his “pleasantries”.

“The office-”

“What office exactly?” You snip, knowing it’s the Law Firm or The Country Club. Vlad’s gaze casts to the floor. He shuffles his Italian leather boot anxiously, not as good with his “excuses” as the other men on Tony’s payroll. It’s a wordless answer nonetheless - The Country Club. “Can you take me there? I want to make sure he has some dinner. I’m assuming he’s been there all day. The meeting just went long?” You ramble, without a verbal answer from him, gathering your things to leave as the older man flounders.

"Miss…” He cautions you, taking his turn with a faltering tone, making matters worse for Tony.

“Is there an issue?” You ask as you lift an eyebrow in his direction.

“Mr. Marietta is in an important meeting. As you know, they’re not usually the safest situations, and he demands your safety. Tony expressed to me that he would be home late. Would you like me to call him and ask when he’ll be coming home?” You roll your eyes, chuckling in disbelief as you stroll past him.

“I am perfectly capable of that,” you breathe as you snag a new bottle of red wine, heading out the door.

⨯ . ⁺ ✦ ⊹ ꙳ ⁺ ‧ ⨯. ⁺ ✦ ⊹ . * ꙳ ✦

The Country Club comes into sight, the gaudy neon sign flickering from a distance. The parking lot is packed, littered with cars; always jam-packed on the weekends. Kooks, Pogues, and tourists alike all brought together for their shared love of pussy.

“Park there,” you guide from the backseat as you spot Tony’s blacked-out Maybach truck parked under the streetlight. Vlad locks eyes with you through the rearview mirror.

“Would you like me to call him before you go inside, Miss?” You shake your head ‘no’ as you look out the window, drawing a deep, nervous breath before pushing out.

What am I walking into?

“Y/n?” Luis, Tony’s bodyguard and bouncer, calls from his seat outside the door. “What are you doin’ here?” He looks in all directions for watchers-on anxiously, the blood drained from his face like he’d just seen a ghost. Only a handful of people even know that Tony owns this shithole. To virtually everyone on the Island he’s just another Kook King. The Marietta to the Marietta and Klaus Law Firm. This is simply a front for something bigger, something Tony can use to wash his dirty drug money; a front. “You just missed Tony,” he lies through his gold-capped teeth.

“He’s here,” you smile as you step toward the door, grabbing the handle. Luis rests his large palm on top, looking down at you blankly. “He’s in a meeting, Miss.”

“And-” You ask as you twist the knob, but Luis doesn’t budge. “Move.”

“No.”

“Get the fuck out of my way,” you snap. Luis’s jaw tightens as he shakes his head ‘no’ standing firm. “You said he wasn’t here. Now he’s here and I can’t go in? That’s my fuckin’ boyfriend,” you hiss.

“I have orders, ma’am.”

“Orders?” You scoff.

“Orders-”

“Pussy,” you spit, turning on your heels, heading back where you came. Plan B. You pick up speed, clipping down the asphalt before he can intervene, following the line of men waiting outside, before slipping through the front door.

Your head hangs low as you walk through the dim, seedy hallway, pushing past patrons sauntering in and out of the gentlemen’s club. The main floor. I’ve never been here… The office is the farthest I’ve gone. You catch a few familiar faces from the Island Club, their eyes doubling in disbelief and shame for seeing you here and being seen themselves. Music blares as you storm toward the back; beautiful women dancing on the stage in nothing but Pleasers for the swarm of men gathered around, flicking and raining ones on the stage.

“Yes,” you gasp as you watch a stripper step out from behind the back-of-house door; catching it before it swings shut. Just a few paces and you’re there. You slide in your key and open the office door without a second thought, ripping off the bandaid.

Nothing… The office is dark, only the light of Tony’s laptop glowing in the empty post. Maybe he is gone. You step toward it, letting your heart rate settle as you circle his desk.

The corner of your lips curl into a trembling smile as you see a framed picture of the two of you on his desk. A post-it note affixed to the top with a reminder for tonight’s date.

Maybe I am paranoid… You pull out his large leather desk chair, taking a seat. Drawing a deep, needed breath, you let your shoulders fall, releasing some of your tension. It doesn’t explain why his truck is still here… Your eyes flash open, returning to the worry at hand landing on a bar napkin. Red lipstick.

Your stomach sinks as you hold the note, your eyes flicking to the laptop screen. Oh my god. Your heart shatters as you watch a blonde bounce on Tony’s lap, his lips locked on hers.

“No…”

“I know,” you sigh as you relax your head back onto the cold brick wall of Kildare County Jail, looking up at the ceiling.

“Did ya kill 'em?” The woman asks in a gruff tone as she crosses her arms over her chest, tits spilling out of her tattered, lace bralette as she snaps her gum. “S'that why you’re in here?”

“Thought about it? But no. That’s not why I’m here.” You open your heavy eyes, taking in your surroundings, contemplating all the choices that landed you here. The worst of it, ever being with him in the first place.

“So, what happened next?”

“Well…”

There’s a brief separation as Tony draws away from their kiss, staring toward the door of the Champagne Room. Luis… He must have figured it out. Tony pushes the stripper off his lap, gathering his clothes as he frantically dresses.

Here we go.

You hear the muffled bang of the first door and the gritting of his key working the lock on the second. You watch as the knob twists, light flooding the room as Tony pushes into the office coming toward you fast. Tony grabs your shoulders, and you fight him off. “Don’t fuckin’ touch me,” you snap.

“Baby, please. You gotta talk to me? What’s going on? Why are you so upset? Please just talk to me,” he pleads like he’s done before; times when I gave him the benefit of the doubt; times when I believed I could be the problem here. “We weren’t doing anything.”

“Tony!” You cry. “Are you fuckin delusional? I saw you fuckin’ that stripper with my own two eyes.”

“Princess, she was just dancing. It was a lap dance. Alright? You have to believe me.”

“Just a lap dance…” You scoff looking down at his undone belt, zipper down, dress pants pitched from his hard-on. He follows your eyes, hastily zipping and fastening his pants closed.

“I don’t know what you think you saw-”

“We’re done,” you chuckle tiredly as you step back, throwing open the side office door. Tony immediately reaches for you, clawing for your arm. “Let go of me,” you struggle.

“You’re not leavin’,” he asserts, pulling you back inside.

“I am. I’m done with you. It’s our anniversary, Tony. Look at where you are. Look at what you’re doing. How could you do this to me?”

“Do what? It was just a dance. I just got out of a major deal. Alright? I was about head home-”

“Liar!”

“Liar?” He questions. “Did you just call me a liar?” He asks as you feel the sting of his blunt fingernails digging into your arm.

“I know what I saw…”

“Princess… Even if I was lying. What the fuck are you gonna do about it. Huh? You’re mine, bitch. I own you. Where are you gonna go? What money do you have? How are you gonna afford this lifestyle you’ve become so accustomed to? Spending my hard-earned money like the gold-digging slut you are. You should be grateful,” he snarls as he steps toe-to-toe with you using his free hand to tug his leather belt from the loops of his pants.

You look up into his dark eyes as cruel words spit so readily from his wicked lips like he’s had time to prepare. I’ve seen this side of him, only once. He’s an evil man, and I know that. But this sort of cruelty has never been reserved for me. Until today. He grips his belt a little tighter in his fist making you take a few steps back but he stalks closer.

“You’re not goin’ anywhere,” he threatens.

“I am,” you whisper as you try to remain firm.

“I don’t think you understand this relationship we’ve got goin’ on, sweetheart. You go when I say you go,” he growls, tracing the belt along your bare thigh. “Do you think you’ll have a life after me? You think I’ll allow that shit.” He winds up smacking it against your skin. You gnash your teeth in pain, holding back tears, the most horrifying part knowing he could go far harder. “You know too much. You’re a liability. You have nothing. You are nothing without me. And you will be nothing without me.” Chills fall down your spine at his words and the crazed look in his eyes, his pupils blown from coke, pleasure, and rage.

“M'not scared of you.”

“You’re not. Huh? My tough girl.” He leans in; lips draw to your neck, kissing your pulse point, your rapid heartbeat calling your bluff as you inhale Cassidy’s cheap perfume lingering on his skin. You pinch your eyes shut as his large hand threads into your hair, tugging slightly while the other soothes your stinging thigh with his rough palm.

“I came from nothing, Tony. I’ll be fine.”

He scoffs as he uses his grasp on your strands to shove you away, letting the back of your head and body bang against the side door. Tony buttons up his still-undone shirt; bright red lipstick stained on the collar as well as his neck, a dark hickey forming to boot. Tears roll down your cheeks as you stand there defeated in your date night dress, your perfect makeup now streaming down your cheeks as you look into his soulless eyes.

“Fuck you, Tony.”

“Yeah. Yeah,” he chuckles as he pulls a cigarette out from behind his ear, placing it between his lips before snapping his lighter. “You leave, and I’ll find you. I own Figure 8, princess. Hell, I own this whole damn island. You better not make it too hard on me, baby doll. It’s our anniversary, after all. I’m sure you got somethin’ pretty for Daddy under that little dress of yours. I know you like it rough… but you might not make it out this time,” he laughs as he tosses his belt roughly toward his desk, the picture of the two of you clattering and shattering on the floor.

“Are you threatening me?”

“Me? Never… But if my hands are wrapped tight enough around that pretty little throat of yours and you don’t have enough juice to shout our safe word that’s on you, angel.”

“Go to hell.”

“I’ll give you a 5 minute head start, love. That seems fair?”

You grab the door and pull it open, taking a few steps before turning around again, pressing your back against the cool door, holding it shut as you look for an out. Luis is gone from his post, most likely keeping watch on the opposite end, Vlad in the parking lot, open water on the other side. There’s no way I can go back home. No family close by. No car. No escape. Looking out into the busy parking lot, you watch a squad car slow-roll through the back of the lot. Perfect.

Thank you, Luis. You reach down, snagging his Louisville Slugger perched against the weathered barstool. "Miss?” You hear his bodyguard’s frantic voice as he rounds the corner. You run into the lot as fast as your feet can take you, swerving around cars; dodging Luis.

You slam your eyes shut, swinging hard, nailing Tony’s Maybach truck, shattering the glass. The car alarm blares, echoing through the large lot. “Y/n!” Luis yells, but you swing and swing again.

“Y/n!” Tony barks from the door. You point the bat in his direction, twirling it before knocking off the wing mirror and sending it flying. A second siren fires, the sound of the police cruiser blares through the night, competing with the truck as it gets closer and closer.

You nail the glass, shards spilling into the truck as the cruiser pulls up, moving to the front of the vehicle you make your delinquency visible, quickly knocking out each headlight while the deputies climb out of their vehicle. “Get on the ground. Get on the ground now!” They holler.

“Deputy, this… this is a misunderstanding,” Tony assures as he enters the lot, softening his voice again.

“No, it’s not. And if I had a knife, I’d slash your tires, asshole.” The officers grab for you, expecting a fight, ultimately getting the latter. You cross your arms behind your back, smiling at Tony as they lock you in cuffs.

"Well, shit,” the older woman chuckles as she pulls you back to reality.

“Mhmm… but I’m a liability. After that little stunt I pulled, I know I’m living on borrowed time. Jail is the only place I could leave and be safe for the night. It’s just a band aid though; a temporary fix. I’m sure he’ll bail me out any minute, but who knows what’ll happen? I want to show him I’m not afraid.”

She purses her lips, debating whether to ask the million dollar question. “Are you?” She asks somberly.

“I wish I wasn’t-”

“L/n, someone just bailed your ass out. Let’s go,” an officer calls from outside the cell. The woman beside you taps your leg, giving you a little nod.

“He lays a finger on you, honey, I got no problem comin’ back here.”

“Thank you,” you whisper before turning toward the officer, giving her a wide, fake smile.

You rise to your feet, fixing your dress as you walk to out-processing. “To the left.”

Shupe matches your gaze from his post, giving you a wary glance. “M'am, are these your belongings?” He asks as he holds up the plastic bag of goods. You give him a soft smile and a nod. “Sure you got nothin’ you wanna tell me, Miss F/N L/N. Now’s the time,” Shupe warns. “You know, it’s Tony who posted your bail. He’s waitin’ for you outside-”

“I’m fine. Just fine, Deputy,” you assure as you fish your lipstick out from your clutch, slicking it on in the reflection of the privacy glass. “It was nothin’. Just a misunderstanding, as I said.”

“Just fine? Trashing Mr. Marietta’s Maybach truck was nothing? Just a normal night for the two of you?” He asks sarcastically.

You look at him and smile, dead-eyed and defeated. “It was our anniversary, actually.” Shupe’s eyes widen at yours, the occasion making your story even more unbelievable. “Have a great day, Deputy.”

“This is not a beauty pageant,” the female officer grunts, shooing you toward the exit.

I don’t know if I made the right choice… but I’m not gonna snitch. If I want to survive, I’m going to have to be strategic.

“I’m cooperating. Ain’t I?” You hear a deep voice echo down the hallway.

Stopping in your tracks, you watch the tall blonde struggle to break free. He grits his teeth, fighting against the cuffs, his broad chest gaping at the buttons of his black button-down shirt. He looks like he’s been through it; a gashed lip, the bottom of his pressed shirt half-tucked, his hair messy and sweaty against his dewy, tanned skin.

His eyes match yours; even from a distance, you can see how blue they are. His entire demeanor shifts, softening as a smile pulls on his pretty lips. A smile so beautiful, you can’t help but return the same.

There’s something magnetic about him, an intensity drawing your focus to him like a moth to a flame. He winks, and in that instant, everything changes. There’s no mistaking the connection swelling between you.

“Hey,” he mouths; your breath catches in your chest, pulse-quickening as time slows to a snail’s-pace. He looks at you until the last minute before being shoved inside his confinements. The metal door slams shut, jarring you from your daze, the bustle of the jail building from the solace in your mind.

Who was that?

It was momentary… a fleeting beat. The calm before the storm. You get pushed along, shoved toward the exit, and away from a sweet dream, thrown straight into a nightmare.

𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

[chancesowner]

“Nonsense pup.”

I thihkm too qnnoying

[bitchiswild]

storytime on how you got married because i just remember being at work when all of a sudden the marriage bot appeared and i was like ? 'who' and then BOOM you and lila were now a married couple (also the day my heart broke???)

@kittyl1z ohh Sienna... will your heart break again when I tell this story?😭

I basically gave the gist of how Lila @lilacura and I got married in the first goon central story, but sienna wants the details,so the details she will get. 😌

So it all started when Lila and I were planning my trip to her country cause we both love planning things for fun. We yapped about things we would do, where i would stay, how long i should stay, when i should come over, how she would buy me a plane ticket (sugar mommy fr) etc. THENNNN WE GOT OFF TOPIC AND STARTED talking about our birthdays, THEN we talked about our horoscopes and how she's a fire sign and I'm an air sign, so I told her that we are compatible because fire needs air to live.😎 (HAHAHA)

The she was like "STOPPPP WE'RE SOULMATES🤭" and i was like "YESSSS ATP PROPOSE TO MEEEE🤪" I was kidding during that time... but then Lila was like 🤨"who said u weren't already my wife?" in my mind i was like oh?(EHEHEH) I looked at my finger and replied to her "wheres the ring??? i see none" 🤨🤔

Then lila left to go find me a ring, she was sending me photos, but your gurly was being VERYYY MUCH PICKY WITH HER RINGS🥰 BUTTTTT Lila worked hard trying to find me a ring but none piped my interest so i went to look for it myself and sent her a pic of it and she was like "OH YOU LIKE THIS ONE?" ( yes yes i did) the she told me to wait then a second later SHE SENT THE SAME PHOTO I SENT HER TO ME AND TOLD ME TO ACT LIKE SHE CHOSE IT. so i was like "OMGGGGG ITS SOOO NICEEE YESSSSSS" then i took the ring and brought it to an editing app and edited the ring on My finger and sent it back to lila AND IT FUCKING LOOK LEGIT LMAOOOOO.

THEN THE NEXT DAY, THAT WAS WHEN WE ADOPTED KEER @keervah AND JADE @jade-jini AND LILA TOLD ME WE HAVE 2 KIDS AND I TOLD HER THAT WE DIDNT EVEN GET MARRIED YET AND WE ALREADY HAVE KIDS😭😭 but then Lila was like "I proposed yesturday🙄" and i was like "but theres no wedding🙄" ( like we didnt even sign papers😯) of course that made lila be like "WOW OKAY OUR ENGAGEMENT MEANS NOTHING TO YOU" i was shook🧍‍♀️ ( LIKE DID I NAWT SAY YESS???? I AGREEED, OUR ENGAGEMENT MADE ME GIGGLE AND KICK MY FEET, BUT WE JS NEVER SIGNED PAPERS?!) THEN SHE WAS LIKE YOU DIDNT EVEN GET ME A RING ( but little did she know i had a ring ready for her 😎 in my camera roll) So i sent it to her and of course SHE LOVEDDD ITTTTTT WHAT CAN I SAYYYYYYYYYYYY

It was perfect it was so her too then YOU SIENNA GOT BROUGHT UP CAUSE WE WERE TALKING ABOUT THE FANFIC ABOUT ME, LILA, AND SIENNA (the love triangle ff) ( guys would you be down for a fanfic like that?) ( IM KIDDING PLSS) and how in the fanfic lila would be the one to win in the end and i was TEASING I SAID "WHAT IF I LIKE SIENNA TOO" then lila got sad 😔 ( my bad bb) and was like "but we are the ones getting married." (rememberrr i said yesss to her proposallll i wouldnt js do it with any oneeee :p) but i apologized :3

Then the next day we added a marriage bot to the server :3 Thats when lila and i made our marriage official surrounded by people we love and care about watching me click the yes button😭🎉

In the end I’m happy and I hope lila is happy too😰(CONFIRM NOW!!) we are silly, we cry together, be sleepy together, send each other TikTok’s and chat all the time we are two peas in a pod (soulmates even 💅🏼) and I wouldn’t change a thing :33

:p

Our marriage anniversary is on March 1, 2024 💍🎉

but thats practically it for the story its a mess but thats just how i roll😎

LILA AND I'S RINGS 💕💕

[soupernovacolor]

when you’ve already defeated the night yorb but the night yorb goons are still fighting AND junior year starts in a couple days 😩 (fantasy high junior year slaps 💕✨)

[dovesdreaming]

Text me when you’re done killing people

Summary: You text Wade pictures of his two favourite girls while he’s working. He always loves to hear from you.

Request

Masterlist

-

Wade’s phone vibrated in his pocket mid-fight, right as he finished tossing a grenade at a group of particularly unfriendly henchmen. He had a few seconds before it exploded, so, naturally, he pulled out his phone with a flourish and checked the screen.

[You]: Miss you already! ❤️

A picture followed, and Wade’s heart did a little flip under the red-and-black suit. It was you, sitting on the couch with Dogpool, the tiny mutant dog perched on your lap, both of you looking into the camera with the sweetest expressions. You were wearing one of Wade’s old hoodies, the one that was three sizes too big for you, and Dogpool had a little bandana around his neck that you’d probably put on him. Wade grinned, staring at the picture as the grenade detonated behind him with a satisfying boom. Blood and chaos erupted in the background, but he barely noticed. His phone buzzed again.

[You]: Dogpool’s missing you too! Here’s a video!

He clicked the video, ducking instinctively as a stray bullet whizzed past his head. The video was short but sweet: Dogpool, standing on the couch, wagging his tail and barking excitedly. In the background, you laughed, your voice like music to Wade’s ears, even through the muffled speaker. “Dogpool, where’s Daddy? Where’s Wade?” you asked in the video. Dogpool barked even louder, as if he knew exactly who you were talking about. Wade’s grin stretched wider under the mask.

“Ugh, my heart," Wade muttered to himself, clutching his phone dramatically to his chest. He dodged a sword swing from a very angry assassin and ducked behind a crate for a brief second to type out a response.

[Wade]: Daddy’s coming home soon, babe! Just gotta finish slaughtering these no-good villains and I’ll be back to my favorite girls 💕 PS: you look cute in my hoodie. And Dogpool's killin' it with that bandana!

He hit send just as a goon rounded the corner, gun raised. Without looking up from his phone, Wade raised his other hand and shot the guy square in the chest. He watched him collapse, then glanced back down at his phone, eagerly awaiting your next text. Another vibration. His heart did that funny thing again.

[You]: We’re waiting for you! I’ll have snacks ready when you get home. Also, Dogpool is being too cute. He’s drooling all over your side of the bed 😂

Attached was another picture of Dogpool sprawled out on the bed, tiny paws flopped over Wade’s pillow, his tongue hanging out as he slept. Wade could practically hear your laugh in his head as he stared at the picture. He barely noticed the team of henchmen coming his way until the last second. With a sigh, he pocketed his phone and pulled out his katanas, leaping into action with a series of precise, bloody strikes. “Don’t worry, boys, I’ll make this quick!” Wade called over his shoulder. “I’ve got two ladies waiting for me at home, and I’m not about to disappoint”. As the last of the enemies fell, Wade wiped off his katanas and slid them back into their sheaths. With the job done, he grabbed his phone again, a giddy thrill rushing through him at the sight of another text notification.

[You]: Come back to us soon. We miss you, Wade. I’ll always be here when you get home.

He paused, leaning against a wall as he reread the message. His heart warmed, like it always did when you sent things like that. Sometimes, it still felt unreal that someone as amazing as you would actually wait for him, love him, despite everything. Despite him. He quickly typed back:

[Wade]: I’m on my way, babe. You, me, and Dogpool = Best family ever. See you soon ❤️ PS: prepare for excessive cuddles.

And with that, Wade holstered his weapons, slung his bag over his shoulder, and took off toward home. Because no matter how many jobs he took, how much chaos and bloodshed filled his days, he always had something, someone, to come back to. And that was all that mattered.

[simpingforheros]

Gifted With Love~

Pairing: Jason Todd X Female! Reader

Summary: When a close friend of the Titans turns 21 years old, Dick decides to leave a special present for her.

Warnings: CROPPED TOP JASON wrapped with a bow~💕, Smutty implications, technically kidnapping, bondage, and awkward love confessions.

Author’s Note: Hello, it’s me. I have a pile of toxic Jason fanfics until @jjenthusee blessed me by tagging me in this work of art, so I had to write about it. I didn’t write smut this time because I didn’t know how they would feel about it but let me know if this is good.

++++++++++++++++++++++

Everyone has their own definition of a perfect birthday.

For some it’s traveling off to exciting vacations to tropical getaways, or spoiling themselves with luxurious dinners with loved ones. Others may even throw a larger than life birthday bash.

Those would be what Richard ‘Dick’ Grayson’s definition of a perfect birthday event instead of the horrifying words his beloved friend just spoke to him.

“I don’t really need anything.” The woman says nonchalantly as she finishes filing her field mission report. Her eyes to focused on the monitors to notice Dick frowning.

This weekend was (Y/N)’s birthday, and for the 7th year in a row, the young hero tells him the same thing she always asked for her birthday, Nothing.

“Not even a small get-together with us?” Dick whines as he tries to lean against her desk to get her attention. “It’s not everyday someone turns 21 years old. I’ll even buy you your first legal drink!”

Her chuckles fills the awkwardness in her body as she shakes her head. “Nah, I rather be spend the night alone with Frank.”

Dick practically couldn’t hold his head up after the massive eye roll he gave her at the mention of the stupid cat. He still hadn’t forgiven it for scratching up his favorite costume.

“There has to be something that’ll get you to change your mind…” As his incessant whining gets interrupted by a pinging on her computer.

*Transmission From Red Hood incoming*

A fluttering look of softness passed through her eyes before she accepts the transmission eagerly.

“Titan’s Tower to Red Hood, do you copy?” Her voice professional as she was still clicking on the keyboard.

“Hey, Princess,” Jason purrs out causally causing a small smile to appear on her face. “I got some leads on that case you were looking into. Apparently some of the goons on Black Mask’s gang used to know where some Brother Blood bases are. I’m sending you the details right now along with our wedding planning info.”

(Y/N) rolls her eyes at his joke at the end, but giggles as the familiar warm feeling floods her face. “Okay, Big Guy, I’ll take a look and send you flower arrangements.” She jokes.

Jason’s chuckle causes her smile to widen as they end their call. The reality of her surroundings kick in as her eyes meet Dick’s all knowing smirk, much to her misery.

(Y/N) joined the Teen Titans when she was 14 and fresh out of the hell that created her origin story. She took some time to get comfortable with everyone, but her favorite people have always been Dick and Jason. Her and Dick had a strong sibling bond while her and Jason just had a strong friendship. That may have formed into an unrequited, unlabeled flirtatious situation ship that the pair have been dancing around since Jason returned as the Red Hood.

“I-!” Before Dick could begin with his interrogation, the hero jumps from her seat as she mumbles.

“Well, I better go investigate these leads before the trail gets cold. See ya, Nightwing!” She chirps as she flees from him.

A wicked smirk appears on his face as he realizes what would make this birthday perfect.

++++++++++++++++++++++++

(Y/N) sighs as she finishes walking up her fifth flight of stairs with her arms filled with her birthday takeout.

Her civilian job practically wore her down mentally and physically this week with impending deadlines and mounting additions to her workload. Her Hero life has been surprisingly quiet other than the occasional teasing remark from Dick whenever Jason was brought up in conversation. Thank God Jason wasn’t a Titan.

As she unlocks the door after maneuvering for a moment, she coos out for her beloved elderly cat with a

“Frankie~, mama’s home with our favorite take out.” She says as she places the stuff on the counter. Her eyebrows frown together once she sees that all the lights in her home were on despite her remembering to turning them off.

“Frank?” She calls out to her cat as she realizes he has trotted into the room with a cry. She walks around the counter as she finally looks to the floor to find….a ribbon??

A soft baby pink ribbon was placed on the floor of her apartment. Her eyes followed one direction towards her dining table to see an extravagant display on the table. A heart shaped birthday cake stood proudly with a bunch of little gift bags. The offending ribbon stood out proudly on top of a bottle of whiskey that she suspiciously knows is Jason’s favorite.

“Did Jason do this?” She asked herself as she picks up the bottle. A glittery pink care taped to the front causes immediate doubt to her mind as she opens the card.

HAPPY 21st BIRTHDAY, (Y/N)

FOLLOW THE RIBBON AND FIND YOUR GIFT WRAPPED WITH LOVE FROM ME!

YOUR FAVORITE TITAN

-DICKIE :)

p.s. I took Frank to my apartment so you can enjoy your ‘gift’ <3 ;)

“So that’s where my cat is…” She says with a giggle. As much as she hated that Dick broke in to do all this, she was honestly expecting something worst. At least she can recognize that some of the gifts were from other titans and friends. She quickly sees a familiar brown wrapping paper with a flower pressed into the fold of it.

A bright smile presses into her face as she picks up the gift knowing it was probably a book that Jason picked out for her.

The other gifts can wait a little bit.

Picking up the whiskey and her book, she begins to walk to her bedroom where she notices that the ribbon leads to her destination. Her exhausted sigh fills the air as she begins to wonder what mess Dick left in her sanctuary.

Glitter bomb? Nah she hates that she already had to clean up the glitter he already left. A huge ass bear? Nope, she’s too old for that, but doesn’t put it past him to do that.

As she got closer to the door, a creak can be heard along with a sound of a struggle. Her eye brow quirks as she opens the door not expecting what she finds.

There in the middle of her bedroom was Jason. Tied to a chair with rope and pink ribbons. In his Red Hood costume or what was supposed to be. The glaring difference was the now cropped combat shirt and his cargo pants unzipped with a red ribbon acting as the belt holding his pants together. His holsters were empty and fastened tightly to emphasize the bulging muscles of his thighs. There was three more bows on him that almost made her fragile state break.

One red ribbon wrapped around each bicep, practically struggling against his flexing muscles. And the other was a thick pink ribbon that was loosely tied around his neck and led directly to the ribbon that brought her here.

Her moment of shock finally breaks when Jason whistles at her to get her attention.

“Princess, I need some help here.” He groans as he struggles against his binds. Her body immediately goes into motion as she sets the bottle and gifts to the ground to help him.

“Jay, what happened?” She asks as she helps him out of the chair after undoing the rope. Her eyes almost bulged out of her skull when the fabric of his cargo pants falls a little to tease the tempting V shaped Adonis belt hidden only by the will of the ribbon.

“Dick invited me over to discuss an idea for a birthday party and then Him and Roy ganged up on me and I ended up here.” He explains vaguely as he stretches his sore muscles.

The movement and winding of his muscles under the the altered costume made warmth fill her chest. His combat shirt was now cropped just below his pectoral muscles, showing off his abs. The ribbon on his left arm pops as he stretches his arm back which causes her to come back to earth again.

“I-I’m so sorry.” (Y/N) apologizes as she sits on the bed to sooth her beating heart. “Dick has been bothering me about what I wanted for my birthday and he wouldn’t take no for an answer…”

“So why did he think I would be a good present?” He says as he removes his mask and shows her the smirk on his face.

Shock filled her face as she looks up at him. His broad shoulders filled her vision as he now stands between her legs. The smell of his cologne filled her senses as he reaches over the bed to grab the wrapped present from where it laid. He places it in her hands as his other hand moves to push the hair out of her face.

With a soft peck on her forehead, he whispers,

“Happy Birthday. Time to open your present.”

Her trembling hands moved to open the present as he steps back to give her room, the whiskey bottle now in his hand. As the paper falls to the floor, her eyes soften as she sees what he given her.

A well worn copy of a Jane Austen book. His favorite book. The pages had color coded tabs that she can recall him placing them during their many missions or hangouts.

The table of contents in the front of the book made her heart skip a beat as Jason watches her through the lip of the bottle.

Yellow tabs - moments that remind me of her

Blue tabs - the same feelings I have while looking at her.

Purple tabs - Funny things I think she would like

Green tabs - moments I wanna recreate with her

Pink tabs- How I feel about (Y/N)

Her hands move to open the book to the one singular pink tab she can see through the sea of colored tabs. Her tears filled her vision as she reads the words colored in pink highlighter.

“In vain have I struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.”

“Oh Jay…” She mutters as she looks up at him with a softened gaze, the hints of desire flickering in her eyes as she watches him return it.

“I would have given you a gift card, but i figured that would be too much.” Jason jokes as he finishes a shot of burning whiskey. A tug around his neck brings his eyes down the offending ribboned leash to her foot.

The tangled appendage tugs him to her. He follows her to her arms as she coils him into her embrace as she presses a kiss to his lips. The burning of the whiskey subsiding to sweetness of her lips before she pulls away just a breath from his own.

“I think it was perfect.” She whispers. “But…”

Jason gasps as she gently runs her finger tips down his exposed abdomen and down to the red ribbon holding his pants together. He clicked his tongue to his teeth as he asked,

“Aren’t you suppose to blow out your candle before you open presents?” He teases as his hand cups her face while the other grips her hip. Her smirk almost causes him to moan as the feeling of silk rubbing against his skin distracts him from the feeling of the heavy cargo pants felling slacked against his hips.

“I thought it was my birthday, Jason…” she teases back as she pulls him to her by his jacket. “And I wanna unwrap all my presents…”

+++++++++++++++++++

“YOU LITTLE BASTARD!” Dick curses as he tries to get his domino mask away from the tabby. The trained vigilante was no match to Frank as he dives under the heavy oak bed.

Dick tries to reach under the bed to catch the culprit who destroyed another one of his suits as his phone pings. To his annoyance, he calls over his shoulder.

“Kori! Can you help me get this stupid cat? And see who texted me?

“Coming!” The alien princess sings as she smiles at the message on her before it doubles as she see the message on Dick’s phone as well.

To: Dick

From: (Y/N) the Terror >:D

Thx for my birthday gifts. Do you mind keeping Frank until tomorrow? I got some plans today and I would appreciate it. Thank you!!

To: Kori

From: Red

Plan worked! Me and her are going on a late birthday date after last night. Thanks for making Dick think it was his idea.

++++++++++++++++++++

I hope you guys liked it and let me know if I should make a smut version of this one. Thanks again to @jjenthusee for the inspiration and I hope you enjoyed it.

+++++++++++++++++++++

@simpingforheros Fanfic. I DO NOT WISH FOR ANY OF MY WORKS TO BE COPIED, STOLEN, OR REPOSTED ON OTHER ACCOUNTS OR WEBSITES WITHOUT CREDIT OR PERMISSION

[reashot]

Ruby Can't Hold It Any Longer... (NNN)

Jaune: Must not nut, must not coom, must not goon.

I am not a beast that is controlled by lust. I am a man.

I have achieved inner peace. I have achieved enlightenment and I have finally achieved nirvana.

Weiss: Arc. What the F*** you have done to Ruby!?

Jaune: And my inner peace is broken...

What's up Weiss?

Weiss: Don't you what's up me Blondie! Look at Ruby.

Ruby: Gu, he, he, he. *drool* Weiss is bringing me to Jaune... 🤤

Jaune: Oh dear... I have been neglecting her for this long.

Weiss: What happened to cause her like this Jaune!?

Jaune: Ehh... It's complicated.

Ruby: Jaune~ you been neglecting my need because of your no nut bullshit. But it's okay I'll forgive you because your little sexpuppy is in need to have her hole filled with your manly virile seed. 💞💕💗

Weiss: !!!

Jaune: Okay maybe not so complicated.

Ruby: If you don't want to do it. I'm fine doing it with Weiss... 😶

Weiss: *gasp* Ruby snap out of it. Jaune do something!

Jaune: *run away*

Ruby: It seems we're alone now Weiss? 😈

Weiss: Oh dear brothers...

Jaune: I'm sorry Weiss. But I'm so close to finishing NNN.

So can you please take one for the team and just let Ruby have her way with you?

Weiss: Damn you Jaune Arc! Damn you to the darkest pit of Tartarus!!!

Ruby: *lick* I sure love it when you talk all fancy Weiss. 😋

Weiss: *scaroused*