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anyways stop saying mauga topped baptiste or worrying about his h***, my man baptiste is vers and you know mauga was the freakiest nastiest w.a.p power bottom
(also since he's part of this wild ass throuple lifeweaver is vers but fem top leaning thank you❤️)
#overwatch#baptiste#mauga#lifeweaver#look they're all switches but idk i find the whole 'big guy = top' boring#not that i don't like that... like that's what i want irl but it's boring to do this every time#being a feminine gay man does not mean you're a bottom yknow#i just needed to get this off my chest to my 0 followers before i go back to my slumber
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𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐎𝐯𝐞𝐫 ₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊
synopsis: while gaming with your friends who live in your dorm, someone suggests something a little cynical and humiliating for the loser to do
tags: explicit, vulgar, m@sterbation on cam, 3some, penetration, oral
wrd cnt: 1.2k
a/n: repost/rewrite! (continuation)
The normal night for you and your friends after a brutual day of calculus was a quick game of whatever the three of you decided that night...and quick was a few hours.
The three of you lived in the same building, but it was more convenient to just game together on call.
Tonight it was rounds and rounds of "poker night 2".
"Can you hurry it up?" Scara says, waiting on Xiao
"You know..unlike you I actually look at my cards" Xiao replies, rolling his eyes in the webcam and smiling when he hears you chuckle.
"All I'm saying is, I didn't win for nothing last round."
"Beginners luck" You say, raising your eyebrows in question of his skill, earning a scoff from Scara.
The game went on for a while, and the three of you had the usual banter and laughter, which made the comments ahead a little... questionable.
"Xiao…...I swear to you if you win this round I'm going to bed and blocking you."
"Wanna bet on it, dick?"
"Of course you're thinking about dick" Scars jokes, in a mockerish tone making you burst out into laughter.
"You think about jerking off more than what's for lunch."
"So that's the bet tonight??" You say, not expecting what Xiao would say next.
"What so loser has to jerk off for the world to see?" Xiao says, the light of the monitor screen reflecting into his eyes in his dark room, as he waits for a joke in response.
"I'm down." You say, hearing Scara slightly sigh out a deep breath before agreeing alone with you.
Suddenly a game of poker had a lot more riding on it than some fake money.
Of course, in ironic fashion Scara is in a loosing streak and cursing loudly at every terrible hand that follows his incredible bluffs.
"I can hear you from the fucking CEILING. Calm down..." Xiao says.
It was down to either you or Xiao, Scara losing considerably already, so at least you saved yourself the embarrassment of losing the bet.
It was your turn at this point, and you decided to go all in; with a straight flush. No way you weren't going to win.
Xiao, in the lead, didn't need to win, he just needed you to lose.
You were confident in your choice....until you saw Scaras cards.
A royal, fucking, flush.
"Fuck" you breathe out. You saw your character icon drop down down to the number "0". Game over for you.
“You don’t have to actually y/n- it was just a joke.” Xiao mentions.
“Fuck off”, you yell, your competitive nature acting before thinking.
You dropped your pants and spread your legs over the arm rests, each leg on either side as you groaned in annoyance at your loss.
"Uh oh...someone's not so happy huh?"
"Shut the hell up..." You say, defeated and salty, so close to winning. "I-I won't let you win again you know...this is just a one time thing" You manage to spit out, deep sighs leaving your body as only your chest and below is left in frame, your fingers visibly rubbing your hard nipples through your tank top as you begin to pinch and rub your clit, before fingering yourself with only your panties to cover your pussy.
"Fuck..." Xiao whispers, barely making its way to your ears as his palm covered the lower half of your face.
"Heh....what a bunch of whores the two of you..." You say, whimpering as the sounds of your slick coating your fingers becomes more and more apparent, your throat pitching higher as you gasp and moan for release, hearing Xiao and Scaras voices get deeper with groans, the sound of them pumping their cocks to the sight of you and your arousal.
Was was meant to be just a joke was your downfall.
Soon after, you see the boxes that would be Scara and Xiaos names and faces turn to black, leaving you feeling guilty and really fucking desperate, did you do something wrong?
You didn't know what would come next, they were your only friends on campus after all.
Minutes that felt like hours passed, and a furious knock returned at the door, almost startling due to how vulnerable you were right now.
"Y/n...it's us." You heard from beyond the wall.
Familiar voices which made you even more nervous as you open the door, Xiao and Scara leaning their bodies against the door frame with animalistic looks plastered upon their countenance, cheeks blushed and eyes set low.
"What's wrong..." You asked, letting them slowly enter your room, dimly lit with just the computer screen illuminating the space that they'd seen just from the other side.
"What do you think?" Scara says, his hand finding your waist as he pushes you aside to close the door now behind you, pressing you against it.
"Tell us this is what you want to…isn't it?" Xiao says, his face so close to yours you're practically sharing the same breathes of air, feeling his warm hand on your side of your neck as he spoke.
It took you 2 good minutes of convincing with a makeout against the door and you were so easily stripped, and layed into bed, and in such vulgar positions.
Scara holding your hips behind him, and Xiao next to your head.
They already knew how they were going to fuck you, Scara, imaging it as he saw how you pleasured yourself; on your hands and knees with your ass in the air would give him a good look of his cock sinking into your tight little hole; the one you were riding on call.
Your hands gripped your own sheets tighter until your knuckles were lightened from how slowly he started to push his thick cock inside of you. Scara groaned, smacking a hand across your ass before reaching his hand down to rub your clit in circles like he watched you do on call.
"You like that? It looked so sexy when you did it for us. Made me so fucking hard..." He'd spout, feeling your cunt clench around him.
"I'm here too you know" Xiao says, his thumb toying with your bottom lip before it parts your mouth open, the tip of his cock allowed itself in as muffled moans from how Scara thrusted into you vibrate around his length, making him groan and throw his head back; pinching and tugging at your perky nipples from under you all the while.
"Fuck..you have suck a nice mouth y/n...."
"Don't get me started on her pussy..." Scara groaned, one hand gripping your hip with the other was wrapped in his hair, keeping it back as he fucked you so deep and full.
"You'll take me next, right y/n?" Xiao cried, his eye brows furrowed as he looks down to see your mouth wrapped around him, wet sounds of your pussy and the drool around his cock making sinful noises in symphony.
"Fuck fuck fuck....can I come inside y/n...please-god it’s too much”.
Scara groans, seconds away from painting your pussy white, looking to Xiao for your confirmation.
You urgently nod, needing to feel his cum inside you.
That's exactly what you got.
With one last thrust Scara held your hips close to his, emptying out his balls into you as Xiao did the same. Cum dripping out of your cunt and more going down your throat, both the men breathlessly grunting, pleasure taken over all three of you.
Maybe losing wasn't so bad after all?
whimsic4alwasab1 ™ - do not copy, translate, modify, or claim any of my work as your own.
#jo’s posts#genshin impact smut#genshin smut#xiao#xiao smut#scaramouche#scaramouche smut#wanderer smut#xiao x reader#scara x reader
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I have a request for Astarion ! What if reader is usually the one being seduced by Astarion (because that's how he is) but reader one day does the very chivalrous hand kissing to Astarion after maybe protecting him from an enemy?
Rizz if you will.
It's Called Chivalry, Darling
pairing : astarion x (gn) reader
summary : astarion makes a point to be chivalrous so you return the favour to distract him from being worried.
warnings :talk about weapons and fighting, reader gets hurt.
a/n: thanks sm for your request :). i tried my hardest to execute this idea, i hope you like it anon :0 (i have not played baldurs gate)
“I think we could stock up there. ” You point to a row of buildings, signs practically unreadable, grabbing the attention of the others in your group. They all hum in agreement before heading off in their own directions. The only store you assume you’ll be needing is a general store, so you head in that direction.
You reach for the handle but someone else's hand beats you to it, pulling it open for you. Turning to look, you make eye contact with the ever handsome Astarion, smirk tugging at his lips.
“Why’re you opening the door for me? What do you want?” You point an accusatory finger in his face, causing him to chuckle. His laugh is so soft it almost makes you drop your finger.
“It’s called chivalry, my dear. You aren’t familiar?” He follows behind you as you enter the store, rolling your eyes at him. The store is mostly empty, besides a few men looking through the wares available. But even with all the open space for him to walk, Astarion seems to tail you as if the store is crowded.
“Ooh get some more of that stuff, remember you used it on me? It made that cut on my arm feel like nothing.” He points from behind you at a healing balm in a small, glass jar. You stop in your tracks to grab it, causing Astarion to push into your back, and you look back at him with a confused stare.
“Why’d you stop? ” His brows are furrowed, face close to yours.
“Why are you walking so close to me?”
“I just can’t stand to be far from you, my love,” He places his hand on his chest dramatically, voice incredibly theatrical as if he wasn’t already dramatic enough. You're sure that people in the store are shooting glances your way but, unusually, you can't bring yourself to care.
Not when Astarion is looking down at you with playful eyes and a giddy smile on his face. He looks so sweet like this, so free of worry and attitude, his guard is down. But you can't let him realize your thoughts, so before he could even notice your staring you force your face to remain as stoic as before.
You once again roll your eyes then continue your search for anything the group may need. Once you finish you head towards the door, making a point to open the door for yourself which causes Astarion to grunt in disapproval.
The group finds each other once more and you head out of town, fully prepared for what might be ahead. At least that's what you think, maybe a stupid thought considering you're never truly safe on this perilous journey.
As you travel along the trail, your group seems to split off into its own smaller groups. Whispering and laughing with eachother, making far too much noise in your opinion. And Astarion, slowly trickling from the front all the way to the back where you're walking, finds his place beside you.
“Why do you always walk so far towards the back? That’s a dangerous position for someone as small as you, no one to keep you safe from behind.” He chuckles to himself as he notices your brows furrow.
“There’s nobody to annoy me either.” His hand flys to his chest, pretending to be hurt once more, his pace faltering ever so slightly then catching up with you again.
“Ouch. How you wound me so with your cold words darling.”
“Astarion, if you wish to accompany me in the back I’d appreciate if..” Your sentence is cut off with a yelp of surprise as you trip over a dip in the road, stumbling forwards. But you don’t fall very far, Astarion’s hand gripping onto your wrist and pulling you towards him. Your chest hits his, and you take a moment to regain your bearings before taking a step away from him.
He raises your hand, still in his grip, up to his lips and places a gentle kiss on the top of your knuckles, “You must be more careful, darling. Don’t want you getting hurt.”
You know your face is pink, you can feel it, and the smirk on his face solidifies your worry, but you remain composed and give him a simple nod as you pull your hand away.
“Shall I hold your hand to ensure you don’t trip again?”
“In your dreams, fangs.” He smiles, it's always so soft during these moments, and the sight alone almost causes you to take back your words and give in to his offer, but you stand your ground and keep your hands close to your hips. Astarion lets out a small laugh at this.
You continue to walk in peaceful silence, Astarion making small quips so the air is never truly silent around you. You've come to realize that Astarion can't stand silence whenever he's around you, and he makes a point to keep the noise level up. But when his tone shifts, and he becomes quieter, you take a peak around. You notice that the group is much closer than before but you don’t mind. Safety in numbers and what not.
But something feels off. It’s eerily quiet. Not even the whistle of a bird and you swear the wind has stopped entirely. And you think the rest of your group notices as well, perhaps the reason that they had moved closer was so they wouldn’t be caught off guard. Their hands stay on their weapons ready to take them out.
And then it happens. A group of goblins jump from the surrounding forest and circle around your party. Usually something as small a threat as a goblin would be no problem but in such large numbers they might prove to be a problem. When they initiate a fight, thrusting their blades towards you, you draw your blade.
Slowly, you pick off goblins, one by one. They’re stronger than you expected and their weapons are much nicer than the ones you had encountered in the past. But you keep your guard up and they’re unable to land a blow on you. It’s when the amount of goblins in front of you is reduced that your guard is let down even the slightest. And your focus shifts. Not the smartest move.
You look around you, realizing that Astarion is no longer by your side.
In your state of distraction, a goblin is able to strike you, leaving a relatively large cut on your arms and cutting the arm of your shirt into a tattered piece. The pain causes you to refocus for a moment, just enough to kill the goblin before you look back towards Astarion.
When your eyes reach his position, your heart drops to your stomach. He is completely surrounded and you're certain that he is unaware just how shitty his situation is. So without a second thought, you leave the goblins in front of you behind, and rush over to him.
Swinging your blade with as much force as you can muster, you kill the goblins behind him and grab his wrist to pull him out of his unfortunate position. You kill another, after ensuring he is no longer in the way. The two of you pick the goblins off together, standing back to back. And when the fight is over you finally allow yourself a moment to breathe.
But it doesn’t last long.
Astarion pushes at your shoulder, causing you to stumble forward, you hardly catch yourself but you do. When you’ve found your footing you straighten up, turning to him with furrowed brows, “What was that for?”
“Why would you do that?” His tone is so aggressive it catches you off guard, “You could’ve gotten hurt! How could you be so irresponsible? Look at your arm, Gods!"
He holds your arm in his hands, hesitating for a moment before ripping off a piece of his own shirt. Gently, he pushes the arm of your shirt up to uncover your wound and begins to wrap the piece of cloth around the wound with shaky fingers, muttering curse words under his breath.
“You could’ve been killed Astarion! I would’ve gladly gotten hurt in order to prevent that.” You try to keep your cool. The pain is hardly noticeable with the amount of adrenaline pumping through your body. And you honestly find yourself more worried about him being angry with you Obviously, he’s yelling in your face, but it might just be shock getting to him.
“Why would you do that for me? That is absolutely ridiculous.” He huffs, throwing his hands in the air, then allows them to fall back down to his sides. And an idea suddenly enters you brain.
Slowly, with caution to not annoy him further, you reach for his still shaky hand. He stares at you, brows furrowed, but he doesn’t pull away. Gently, you place your lips against his bloodied knuckles, making an effort not to hurt his already irritated skin.
“It’s called chivalry, Astarion. You aren’t familiar?” You notice the smallest change in his eyes as they soften, even a small smile tugs at the corner of his lips. He isn’t mad, just worried. And you know that all the annoyance has fled his body at your attempt to make fun of him and his flirtatious remarks. Honestly, he's a little flattered you remember what he said, and flustered from you playing his own game against him.
You take a step closer, placing a hand on the side of his face to pull him in closer, to plant a soft kiss to his cheekbone. His curls touch your fingertips, and you take the opportunity to play with his soft hair for a moment. When you pull away, a pink tint lingers on his skin, allowing color to flow on his beautiful face. “You know I don’t want you getting hurt.”
This time he lets out a soft laugh, “That’s enough, darling. I understand what you’re doing, you can stop mocking me.” He turns away from you, but you rush to his side, wrapping your hands around his arms. You lean into him, resting your head near his shoulder as you look up at him.
“Shall I hold onto you so you don’t trip, my dear?” You mock his usual flirty tone, and he pushes your head away gently in an attempt to hide the color rushing to his face, ruffling your hair up.
“What, I'm not allowed to flirt with you but you can do it to me?”
"That's exactly right, my dear."
#astarion x reader#astarion#baldurs gate astarion#bg3#bdg3#x reader#oneshot#drabble#gn reader#baldur's gate 3
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Show Me How (Pt. 1)
Poly GN! MC x OM! Characters
(TW: Gangbang, Poly, Messy, Orgy??? MDNI - some people requested and I had to try :P, but if y'all want a one on one HC's I can do that seperately)
Intro
You trembled in excitement as Diavolo got off his seat to talk to the manager. You barely caught the words "special room" from the conversation and looked around you.
All of them looked at you like hawks about to feast. You weren't expecting your body count to go from 0 to 11 in one night.
"They're ready for us." Diavolo held out his hand and you readily took it. You felt them all follow close behind as you walked, hot and bothered before you had even taken your clothes off. Some of them, you were too nervous to notice who, brushed their palms and knuckles against your hips and thighs.
The room was dimly lit and the bed looked big and cushy enough for atleast 6 of you. There were couches placed next to big tinted windows showcasing the glowing city lights.
"Don't worry MC, I'll fuck you against those windows so we can see the pretty sights together. And we can be there as long as you like." Asmo whispered, casually caressing your behind before letting you go.
Taking your seat in the middle of the bed, you looked up at them like a innocent little lamb. "So...what happens now?"
Solomon was the first one on the bed, tilting your chin to look up at his towering form. "Since it's your first time, maybe you should start with a human before going up against the supernaturals?"
You nodded. You could hear Mammon grunt in annoyance. "Unfair!" Asmo whined. "Damn your advantage, Solomon!" Satan scowled.
All other protests drowned out as he pressed his lips against your parted ones, slipping his tongue in with ease. You reached out to hold him by the shoulders as he pulled you onto his lap.
"You can be the first to take MC, but I don't think they'll mind us lending a hand, would you, MC?" Barbatos joined you on the bed and so did Diavolo. Lucifer turned towards the windows but he knew he was watching you intently in the reflections.
"You're so... beautiful..." Solomon whispered as he undid the buttons on your school uniform. Barbatos and Diavolo pulled down the sleeves so you were only left in your undershirt.
"Indeed. Even your scent is divine." Barbatos latched his mouth on your neck right beneath your ear. Solomon proceeded to suckle your nipples through the thin cloth while undoing your pants. Diavolo kneaded the other side of your chest while stealing kisses off your cheek.
You were soaked faster than you expected, dripping and ready. "Hold on MC, we need to make sure you're stretched out enough to take him. To make sure it hurts less." You watched Barbatos take his glove off with his teeth and coat fingers with your precum and Diavolo followed suit.
"Ah- AHHHHH!" You moaned out load at the introduction of one finger right after the other. As small as you were compared to them, it took them no time at all to find where it pleasures you most.
Beel inched dangerously close to the bed. "Could I have a little taste?" His eyes were trained on your slick and glistening beads of sweat on your back. You nodded lightly. You felt the bed shift with his weight as fell onto Solomon's chest, your ass hoisted up against Beel's mouth.
"Beel! Wait!" The his warm tongue on your cold skin was already too much and you were still so sensitive from the last act. And it took him seconds to go from gentle to feral animal.
"MC...you taste so good...please just a little more." He pleaded. You had tears of overstimulation by the time Solomon pulled you away from him.
"Alright, alright I think my adorable apprentice is more than ready for me now." He huffed annoyed as he pumped his dick against your stomach. You gasped at the sheer size of it. Your head spun knowing that it's only going to get bigger from here on.
He rubbed the tip against your hole before thrusting. You felt full but he wasn't even half way. "So tight for me...don't worry I'll be gentle." He went deeper with every thrust, slowly splitting you open.
"Breathe...don't tense up, relax your muscles. Just like that." It was almost like Solomon was in his room teaching you magic. You whined as he finally fit in all of himself and you whimpered at his size. "That's it. There's my perfect little apprentice."
"Hurry it up already!" You could hear Mammon growl, impatient. You tried to look back at him only to see him undoing his belt, the tent in his pants huge and uncomfortable. In fact, almost everyone had the same problem.
Levi was facing the wall, trying to jerk himself off discreetly. Belphie was sitting down gently rutting against his pillow. Satan was staring intently with crossed arms, sizing you up to imagine everything he wanted to do with you.
Solomon and you came at the same time, gasping and clutching to each other for support. You marked him with your nails and he marked you with his cum pouring out of your hole. "I'm so sorry I couldn't pull out, MC...you felt too good."
"That's it! My turn!" Mammon's patience ran out as he grabbed you by the arms and flipped you over. The sight of Solomon's essence inside you fueled his anger. He was about to fuck you like a dog.
"You need to learn to share, Mammon. MC belongs to all of us, after all." Asmo slithered his way under you somehow, running his dainty fingers up and down your chest, his manicured nails lightly grazing your nipples. "So cute."
"Asmo n-not there!" You trembled at his lips leaving lipstick marks over your tummy and to the sound of Mammon furiously unbuckling his pants. You felt both their erections on your thighs before Mammon shoved two fingers inside you, just to see if you could take him. "You belong to me now. Don't you dare scream anyone else's name but mine."
Latching his lips on yours, he thrust himself inside like a brute. You screamed his name into his mouth through his rough thrusts and tightening grip on your waist. "M-Mammon please not so rough!" You pulled away from his mouth to breathe.
You were barely registering the stretch of Mammon's length when Belphie appeared in front of you sheepishly. "Could you...let me use your mouth?" He ran his fingers over your lips tenderly. You parted your lips for him, half dazed and felt his tip trace your lips before putting it in.
"Couldn't wait his fucking turn. Why ya gotta be so pretty, MC? Hah...fuck you're still so tight.." Mammon hissed at Belphie lazily thrusting inside your mouth. Mammon's rough pace coupled with Belphie's slow one was so overwhelming you came again before long. "So good...so so good for me, MC..." The sleepy demon praised through gasps.
You were crying again as you came on Mammon's dick. He spilled out on your hips, dripping down your thighs. "I can't anymore...not right now...please..." You begged. Asmo cooed and hugged you. You fell asleep on his shoulder.
You woke up to Satan cradling your head on his lap, and Simeon running his fingers through your hair. "Let yourself relax, MC. The rest of us can wait patiently for our turn."
#obey me#obey me smut#obey me solomon#obey me diavolo#obey me Barbatos#obey me mammon#obey me asmo#obey me belphie#obey me beel#obey me satan#obey me simeon#obey me Lucifer#obey me gang
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first goal
esmee brugts x defender!barca!reader
summary: you score your first goal for barcelona
the stadium is sold out tonight, the lights casting a bright glow over the field as the noise of the evening crowd pulses through the air.
el clásico. the game that everyone has been waiting for, and now you’re here, standing at the backline with ingrid by your side, ready to defend barcelona’s honor. your heart pounds in your chest, but your mind is clear—focused.
this is the game where you have to stop real madrid from scoring, no matter what. every moment matters.
you glance across the field and spot esmee observing the environment from the bench. even though it’s only been a few months since you started dating, the connection you share on the pitch is undeniable.
she’s quick and dangerous on the left, and you’ve found that the two of you are always in sync during matches when you can effortlessly pass her the ball up the left for her to receive. there’s a certain kind of rhythm when you work together, a flow that comes naturally.
tonight, you know she’ll bring that same energy when she gets subbed in.
for now, your job is simple: keep madrid away from your goal.
the whistle blows, and the game kicks off with intensity. madrid presses hard, but you and the back line are a wall—strong, fast, and relentless. no one is getting past you. when they try to push forward, you’re there to intercept, your speed allowing you to close down any gaps quickly.
with each successful duel won, and a wonderful clearance– the crowd roars in approval, but you stay focused, knowing there’s still a long way to go.
then, just five minutes before halftime, caro breaks through with a perfect tap-in, and moments later, aitana scores a beauty from outside the box. 2-0. the stadium explodes with cheers, and you feel a surge of pride rush through you.
this is your team. this is what you are living for.
at halftime, the locker room is happy with excitement, but you stay quiet, focused. esmee comes over, nudging you playfully.
“you’re looking amazing out there,” she says, her voice low enough for only you to hear.
you smirk, shrugging.
“just doing my job.”
“well, you're doing it pretty well,” she replies, leaning in closer for a moment before backing away, knowing the game isn’t over yet. there’s still work to be done.
“thank you love, i can’t wait for you to shine when coach puts you on.” you smile.
when the second half starts, the tempo of the game ramps up. madrid is desperate for a goal, but you’re right there, making tackles, intercepting passes, and ensuring that every ball sent your way is cleared out of danger.
your connection with ingrid, ona, and frido feels almost telepathic; the entire back line reads the game like no one else, and you’re fast enough to back them up when needed. together, you’re unstoppable.
in the 60th minute, esmee is subbed in for fridolina, and you watch her sprint onto the field with that familiar determination in her eyes.
she’s ready to do something, and you know she will make something happen.
three minutes later, barcelona earns a corner, and suddenly, you find yourself on the madrid side of the pitch, preparing to take it.
you walk over to the corner flag, the ball at your feet. the stadium cheers with anticipation, with some madrid fans whistling so you mess up the corner.
you raise your hand, signaling to your teammates that you’ll be aiming for the back post. your heart races as you line up the kick, but you push the nerves aside, focusing on the task at hand.
you take a deep breath and strike the ball perfectly. it curves through the air, bending in just the right way. your eyes follow its trajectory as it sails toward the back post—but no one’s head meets it.
instead, the ball keeps curving, and before you know it, it’s in the back of the net.
for a moment, time seems to stand still. did that really just happen?
then the crowd erupts, and so do your teammates. you’ve just scored a goal—directly from a corner.
esmee is the first to react. she sprints toward you, pointing with a huge grin on her face.
“that was all you!” she shouts, laughing.
“i didn’t even touch it!”
at first, it looked like esmee’s braids were close to touching the ball. it could’ve been her goal or yours.
you try to play it cool, but you can’t help the shy smile that spreads across your face as your teammates rush in to celebrate with you.
as a defender, scoring isn’t something you experience often, and this is only your first goal in the last two seasons. tonight, you’ve just pulled off something special during the clasico game.
esmee reaches you, wrapping her arms around you and lifting you off the ground, spinning you slightly before setting you back down as the rest of your teammates catch up.
“that was the best goal i’ve ever seen!” she says, her eyes full of admiration.
you roll your eyes, trying to downplay it. “oh, be quiet,” you say, laughing.
“it was just a lucky kick.”
“no way!!” she insists, still grinning.
you feel your face heat up at her words, a mixture of pride and embarrassment settling in. you’re not used to this kind of attention, especially not for scoring.
you’ve always taken pride in being a defender—stopping goals, not scoring them. tonight, it feels good. really good.
the rest of the game flies by in a blur. madrid tries to claw their way back, but you’re unbreakable. every attack is met with fierce resistance, and the final whistle blows with barcelona securing a dominant 3-0 victory.
the stadium erupts once more, and the team celebrates on the pitch, but your eyes are on esmee as she jogs over to you and aitana.
“you really pulled it off tonight,” she says, her voice soft but full of pride.
“couldn’t have done it without you out there,” you reply, nudging her lightly.
“besides, aren’t you supposed to be the one scoring the goals?” you tease.
she laughs, shaking her head. “hey, i can’t steal all the glory. that’s aitana’s job!”
“hey hey hey!!!” aitana laughs.
as you and your girlfriend head toward the tunnel, esmee’s hand brushes yours briefly, and you feel a warmth spread through your chest.
you can’t hold her hands, due to keeping the professional nature all of the couples promised to the rest of the team when they’re around the public at barcelona– but you still feel her love nonetheless.
in the locker room, the atmosphere is pure joy. the team is happy, laughter and celebration filling the air.
you’re sitting on the bench, unlacing your boots, when esmee comes over, plopping down next to you with a satisfied sigh.
“seriously though,” she says, her tone softening, “that goal? insane.”
you glance at her, feeling that familiar flutter in your chest that always seems to happen when she’s near.
“i told you, it was just lucky.”
“nope,” she says, shaking her head.
“i’ve seen a lot of goals, and that one… it was beautiful.”
you smile, feeling a little shy under her gaze. “thanks,” you say quietly, and for a moment, the noise of the locker room fades into the background as you share a private, unspoken connection with her.
“you know,” esmee continues, leaning in just a little closer,
“i think i’m going to start calling you our secret weapon.”
you laugh, shaking your head.
“i’m still a defender, remember? i’ll leave the scoring to you forwards.”
she grins. “fine, but only if you promise to score another corner like that someday.”
you raise an eyebrow. “deal.”
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i caved in guys…i went and read the manga…and now i can’t get them out of my head…
call it fate, call it karma / gojo satoru x reader
genre(s): angst + hurt/comfort, sadness, gojo is a poor unfortunate soul :( conflicting intentions/feelings, tbh he js needs a hug and you can be the one to give it to him!! i do twist up the canon timeline a little bit so apologies for that but it's all for continuity's sake!! im debating over whether this should end well or not but i'll let time decide ;P
warning(s): um idk jjk spoilers for s2 and jjk 0? just sad tbh but no nsfw or anything so dw!!
wc: 1564
tldr; close the door, not all the way.
Fires of cursed energy burn at Gojo Satoru's body as he towers above the corpse of Geto Suguru. He reeks of blood, hands shaky despite barely exerting any power to finally end Suguru's maniac rampage, and his bloodshot eyes train onto the crater pushed into the cavity of his chest, mutilated by his hand.
"You were my one and only best friend, Suguru."
Palms move towards the hanging head as Satoru conjures up the inferno of cursed energy that plagues his body. His eyes sting beneath his blindfold, the energy can't seem to emanate from his fingers.
Enough.
He's already dead. Suguru is not going to get up, he isn't coming back, he can't do anything but slump against the fucking wall, blood pooling at the ground beneath him.
So Satoru shoves his hands back into his pockets, forcing the cursed energy back into his body like a rag soaking up fresh vomit, and runs.
The first time Gojo Satoru shows up at your doorstep unannounced, it is following the death of Geto Suguru, special grade curse user, Tokyo Jujutsu High alum, his best friend gone rogue. He knocks at the door in the rhythmic code that you have established long ago in the secrecy of your usual meeting spot- some alleyway of Shibuya. With two knocks, then a pause, then three, he invites himself in. You sit at the couch, eyes trained on the television as yet another report of mass destruction has graced regional news. You, his beautiful, yet fragile secret behind closed doors, the light at the end of a tunnel, something he swore to never come back to, not in times like these.
"Satoru?" No one has called him that name in years.
The house is silent, spare from the droning news report on the channel. The door shuts gently behind Satoru as he steps his shoes off, and slumps into your floor. You frown, a pang of something bitter plucking at your throat. Something has gone unequivocally wrong. Glances are taken at the faded streaks of dried blood on his hands, his blindfold sitting looser than usual on his nose, his fingers gripping at his hair until strands begin falling off. He rips off the fabric above his eyes, setting his vision free as he soaks in his surroundings; the shuffling of your feet on the hard ground, the city lights that seep into your living room in streaks of yellow and white, your gradually approaching figure.
"Turn it off, Satoru." He turned it off before even reaching for your door.
"It already is."
Your hands pry his own away from his hair, ignoring the stench of death that wafts from his body as you hold them together and bring them to your lips. His breathing finally finds its pace, slowing from frantic hiccups to normal exhalation. Gojo Satoru alone is the strongest, yet in your wake, he is the smallest man alive.
"He's gone. Suguru. He's not coming back."
Your heart drops at the revelation, and Satoru gets up from the ground, pulling you with him as he walks towards your room. Tears begin welling in your own eyes at the sight of his despair, before they ever begin to even form as a knot in his throat. The bags of his eyes suddenly seem this much darker, the twitching of his fingers by his side growing into erratic trembling. Gojo Satoru has killed many before, taken thousands of heads clean off bodies without a second thought, yet the mangled state of Suguru's corpse is everywhere; on your couch, at your desk, through the hallway too. It's all a little too much, a little too fast.
"Satoru..." His name spilling out of your mouth feels exactly as it should. Like home.
His lips quiver, and he collapses into your body, sending both of you into your bed. You toy with his hair, scratching his head the only way you know. Satoru is unmoving, eerily serene as he buries his face into your chest, warm heaves diminishing into small breaths as he passes out in your arms. You hold him in your crossed arms, carving out the perfect cradle for his head to fit into. Fingers continue to massage at his head, and for just a moment he is just Gojo Satoru, rid of the special grade title, stripped of the burden to be the honoured one, away from the despair of Jujutsu.
He leaves the next morning, careful not to wake you, and he swears he will never return. Not when you can live away from the grasp of curses that plague his every waking hour. Not when you can live the life he will never be able to give you.
The next time Gojo Satoru turns up at your doorstep unannounced, it is almost one year later. His arms are heavy, feet dragging along the ground to your apartment. He swore that he would never return, especially not in times like these. You have waited, God, you have waited so patiently. You replayed his head against your chest every night, heart heavy at every passing thought of Gojo Satoru, the man whom you understood from the inside out, but never managed to keep around for long. After one year, the knocks still resonate throughout your apartment; two, pause, then three. The door unlocks, and Satoru selfishly invites himself in at midnight, the same way he did a year ago.
"Satoru?" He has not heard this name in a year, nearly forgotten by most, even himself.
He stumbles towards you on the couch, legs giving out from beneath him as he falls into the plush fabric. He is frail, almost sickly pale, and you shoot up, rushing towards the kitchen to fix him something, anything to help.
"I can't stay." He wants to punch himself for confessing it.
You snap around, glaring at Satoru, who groggily props himself back up from your couch. Like hell he isn't staying, he can barely walk straight.
"Yes you are. You are staying right fucking here, Gojo Satoru."
He doesn't think you understand, rightfully so. You did not see him in that box, waiting day after day to break free. You could not find him beyond the world of the ordinary, uttering baseless prayers to a God that he doesn't believe exists, begging to see you once more before whatever awaits him. You don't know of the promises he has made to keep you safe, which meant keeping himself as far away from you as possible. He swore to never come back, no matter how badly he needed to relish in the mundane for just a fleeting moment.
"I have to go after him, now. I can't let him destroy this world."
You storm towards him on the couch, panadol and hot water in hand as you set them down on the coffee table. It's not much, but it's what you can do.
"Then why did you come back here?"
Satoru's words gather at the base of his throat, too many to release at once. No, he isn't sure why he came back here either, after swearing a million times to never return, for your sake. Yet his questions are answered as you lunge forwards into him, chest heaving and rising frantically as you weep into his shoulder, arms around his neck.
"You were gone for a year, Satoru!" He knows, and he would kill himself a hundred times over if it means you would forgive him.
"I know. I'm sorry."
"So, I'm telling you to stay this time! Don't leave again!"
He readjusts his position to prop himself upright, bringing an arm to the back of your neck as he holds you closer, closer than he ever has before. Pressing a soft kiss into your pulse, his lashes tickle your skin as he stays there. Just for a little longer, he pleads with the ticking clock that taunts him, begging to be the weakest man alive, to be nothing but Satoru, the name that rolls off your tongue in velvety syllables. He squeezes you against his body, and his mind tells him to let go, to release you from the torment that is his existence.
Yet he cannot bring himself to do it, even as the curses run amok across Japan, destroying everything in their wake. He is selfish, thoughtless for any other that is not you.
Until you pull away from him, nose running and dried tears staining your skin. His thumb presses into the streaks, rubbing them dry. He presses kisses into where the tears drew their lines, holding your face in his hands. You shake your head and get up from your position. You know that he means it when he says he has to go.
After all, he is Gojo Satoru, because he is the strongest.
"Go. They need you."
Satoru crawls off your couch, stepping towards you one last time. His hands find your face again, and he holds it tenderly, like it might shatter if he so much as moves. He takes in your eyes, and your hair, and your lips, and everything that is conceivable about you, who he swears he can never come back to, but knows he selfishly will anyways.
He betrays his promise one last time.
"Don't close the door all the way on me, please."
"It never is, Satoru."
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YALL i really needed to write angsty gojo as a jjk debut to this account because i feel like all i see is smut and dad gojo or like super smitten gojo but like no i need his heart to fucking BREAK and i need your hearts to break with his too!! sorry not!! this is what true gojo is like and i will actually die on this hill alone if i have to!!
i genuinely hope you guys like it though i thought it up after a martini and two sake shots and literally just fleshed it out when i was fully sober again and i had this whole idea but then the pacing was hard to balance so i had to cut some stuff out because it would be too long and drone on and i was NOT ready to write another 7k fic today sooo
anyways tags!!!
@chuuya-brainrot @starlysama @fiannee @bailey-reeds @catsoupki @akaakeis @hiraethwa
ok i love u guys bye bye until the next one
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hey!
Can I request a fic with Daswon Mercer ? Like any storylien you want.
only mine || dm91
summary: Yours and Dawson's relationship has never been defined or public. However, after Sebastian Aho starts chirping yours brothers using you as the target, Dawson can't help but defend his girl.
warnings: mentions of a fight (not much detail), slut shaming? kinda not really
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You knew there was a possibility of a fight tonight. Your brother Jack, had fought Sebastian just last season in the playoffs. However, you did not expect to see Dawson standing over the hurricanes player.
The game was going pretty smoothly both teams playing equally well, the score was 0-0 half way through the second.
Your breathe hitched watching as Aho poked the puck away from Bratt taking it down the devils end for a one on one with Daws.
The net hit the back of net earning many boos from the crowd. However, your eyes were fixaited on him as he skated over to your brothers. You couldn't hear what he said but by the angered look on your brothers faces it wasn't good.
You watched as Dawson immediately turned around, pushing your brothers back, as he flung off his gloves. Aho followed however, did not get a single hit off, as Dawson knocked him to the ground and continued his attack.
It wasn't until Nico and Jack ripped Dawson off of him that the fight was over. Dawson was ejected from the game slinging out some harsh threats you couldn't hear past the ice, breaking a stick, and leaving the ice.
You immediately got up heading to the locker room.
You flashed your badge and I.D at the security guard making your way to the locker room.
You gently knocked on the door wanting to make sure Dawson was alone before you entered.
"What." Dawsons aid angrily before he turned around seeing you, his eyes immediately softened. His arms opened, inviting you in. You hesitated for second standing at the door, "Baby please, need you right now."
He gave you a pleading look. You stepped forward into his arms as they wrapped tightly around you.
"You know your my girl right?" He whispered into your ear, "I want you to be my girl, no one else's."
You pulled back untucking your head from his chest to look at him, you gave him a soft smile, kissing his lips," I know Daws, I know."
"Now, tell me what happened?" You asked giving him a pleading look.
"Fucking Aho," He said shaking his head recalling his words," He was chirping your brothers but when he brought you into it I kinda lost it," He admitted knowing that it wasn't the best idea he's had in awhile.
"What did he say?" You asked curiously.
"He said he was gonna take you for a spin next and he was sure you'd slut yourself out to any guy in the league."
Your eyes rolled, "Well I'm sure he learned his lesson."
Dawson let out a soft chuckle, leaning down meeting your lips once more," That's my girl."
"Only your's Daws, only your's," You smiled up at him.
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The Bet
You were looking at yourself wearing his red and blue jersey in the mirror rolling your eyes when you saw him standing against your bedroom door.
"Hm...you look good in it muñeca...I always knew you were my biggest fan" Gavi said cockily as you flipped him off passing by and hitting his shoulder 'by accident'. As much as you liked his sister, you HATED Pablo Gavi! What an asshole!!!
"You just have to gloat cabrón!?" Aurora said seeing her little brother shamelessly checking out your ass in that tight shorts while following towards the car to get to the stadium. Damn he wanted to smack it so bad!
"I'll sit in the back!!!" Gavi said seeing that you were already sitting there on your phone groaning the moment he sat besides you.
"How about we make a bet muñeca? Hm...If I win tonight, then you let me kiss you" he moved closer resting hi chin you your shoulder whispering into your ear so nobody else hears the secret little plan.
"Hah like you're gonna win!" you said purposefully trying to anger him although deep down you were a Culé and cheered with full heart for Barça.
"You willing to bet on it princesa???" he said and you felt your legs close at the new nickname...he never used it before...it felt strangely good. Damn it Gavira!!!
"Fine! Deal!" you say reaching and he grabbed your hand shaking it firmly but then brining it to his lips kissing it mischievously as you blushed hating yourself for it!!! Damn it Gavira!!!
"Capullo!" you said moreso shyly then angrily and he caought onto it smirking and nodding his head with a wink.
"Hm...I did mean it...you look sooo good in my jersey" he said right before exiting the car and you couldn't believe you were already there all you could think is your made bet with Pablo.
Throughout the game, Barça was struggling hard remaining 0:0 and you could tell that Pablo was growing more and more frustrated. He even protested to the ref and got himself a yellow card but little did you know it was because he wasn't going to kiss you.
"Vamos! HIjo de puta! We need to run more!!!" Pablo was yelling at his teammates and Pedri walked up to him to check what got his friend so rowdy.
"We will get them hermano! Just calmate!" Pedri said but Pablo was unable to stop thinking about losing an opportunity to kiss you...he was so ready...and he knew you were too. Damn it!!!
"We need to win! We must win!!" Pablo was freaking out and Pedri grabbed his head holding it against his to check what the hell was going on.
"Que pasa contigo!!?" Pedri yelled and Pablo pulled back pushing him off making everyone surprised since Pedri was always the only person able to calm him down.
"Just run more!!! Vamos!!!" he yelled as the game continued.
When Araujo scored in the last minte, you all cheered loudly until you sat back down playign with the edges of Pablo's jersey all of the sudden feeling very nervous. You excused yourself to the bathroom.
"Congrats hermano! What an intense game!" Aurora and Javi were there with him cheering him on but all Pablo cared about was seeing your face right now that he won...hm and the kiss you owed him.
"Where is she!??" Pablo asked looking around like a madman and his sister chuckled saying that you went tot he bathroom. Pablo ran off towards the bathrooms immediatelly as Pedri walked to his fmaily confused.
"Que pasa con el?" Pedri asked Aurora who was smirking secretly hearing the little bet that was going on in the car. She always knew this 'hate' relationship was a little bit more. She explained it to Pedri.
"Ah that's why he was acting like a cabrón the whole game???" he commented shaking his head and smirking at his friend's sudden change.
You were putting on some lip balm feeling super nervous wondering weather he was really serious about kissing you and unsure how you feel about it. You sighed knowing you can't hide in here forever about to walk out but hitting you nose into someone's strong chest.
"There you are muñeca! I won!!" Pablo said proudly as you looked up at him this time unable not to stare longer on his swelled lips...damn they looked tasty!!! Damn it Gavira!!!
"I know." was all you said about to casually walk away acting cold but Pablo's strong arms already found their way around your waist holding you tightly as you looked back up at him innocently. Damn you were driving him crazy with those eyes always!!!
"Hm. I'm owed something princesa...a reward for winning tonight" he smirked and you were blushing more by each passing moment and he grabbed your jaw pulling you in and crashing his lips on yours passionately.
The moment you combined together everything felt right and you both moved naturally on instinct grabbing onto each others hair, clothes, sides making out like you were the only two people on earth...it was incredible!!!
"F,,Fuck...I want more..mmm...p..please give me more princesa" Pablo was moaning into your mouth while grabbing your ass roughly and pulling you towards the secluded area while gluing your back against the wall.
"P..Paablo..not..h..here" you were a moaning mess enjoying every moment of his hands on your body but realizing that this was a public place after all.
"Hm...you were such a bad girl...princesa muy mala always making me so angry...and when we get home, I'm going to punish you soo good..hmm toda mia!!!" he whispered while leaving marks all over your neck before giving you his jacket zipping it up so nobody sees them. He grabbed your hand not caring whose watching while walking back to the parking lot to meet the other.
"That took long!" Aurora said but Pablo obviously made up a story how he couldn't find you so easily. Everyone saw right through his attempt to cover up his ass but nobody cared to mentioned it..he was a winner tonight.
"You sleeping over at ours hermanita???" Aurora asked from the front seat and you were not sure what to say but then feeling Pablo's rough grasp on your thigh.
"Mmm..ahh..yeah if that's alright???" you ask and she nodded continuing to chat with Javi.
"You can't touch me like that when she's here cariño..." you whisper feeling his hand moving upwards but you crossed your legs trapping it there cause he wouldn't move. Stubborn! Damn it Gavira!!!
"Hm..cariño? That's new...I like it princesa" he smirked as you blushed when he left a quick peck on your neck where his bruise decorated your skin.
"And I can touch you whenever I care...porque eres today mia" he whispered the last part and you felt your panties dampen as you closed them tighter around his hand making him smirk.
"Here is the guest room, you have everything clean in the closet hermanita" Aurora told you and you smiled nodding your head looking towards Pablo nervously. He seemed like he had no care in the world.
"Good night Rora, Javi...um Pablo" you said about to turn away but Pablo smirked going back to his teasing self...he couldn't resist in the moment.
"Good night princesa...sweet dreams" he said earning a chuckle from Aurora and a blush from you before walking inside and closing the door.
Just when you started to slip into sleep did you feel a bed dip as Pablo snuck underneath your covers cuddling against you and covering your mouth with his hand.
"Shhh it's just me princesa...relax" he said when I tried to fight back but stopped after hearing those words.
"Estas loco!? What if someone walks in?" you say turning in his arms and he tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear admiring your beautiful face even when it was angry like this.
"Hm...I missed you princesa...craved you" he leaned in kissing your lips long making your hands instinctively reach for his curls and pull on them in response. He defiantly knew how to handle you. Damn it Gavira!!!
"Hhmm...don't torture me Pablo...p..please" you said feeling so needy that you might explode if he kept teasing you like this.
"Hmm I know I've said I wanted to punish you for being bratty with me over the years...but tonight, I just want to enjoy you princesa...all of you" he whispered into your ear licking it a little and making you moan softly which was muffled by his mouth.
"I've locked the door behind me...just be quiet for me like a good girl, bueno???" he said and you nodded feeling him moving underneath the covers kissing down your stomach before pulling off your pajama shorts slowly.
"So wet for me princesa...ahhh..tan perfecta" he spoke kissing your panties a few times sending your mind into oblivion.
"Tell me it's all for me...use that pretty voice of yours and say "i'm all yours Pablo"" he said touching your clothed clit and you felt your whole body contracting.
"U..uff..uhmm..aa..I'm..ahh...all yours P..Pablo..please!" you said almost screaming on top of your lungs when he moved your panties to the side and put his whole mouth on your aching hot clit.
Luckily his hand was on your mouth to muffle the sound while he ate you out like a starved animal.
"You taste so good but I want to be inside of you...so badly princesa" he said moving upwards and colliding with your lips again making you feral as you nodded your head.
"Ahh..do it cariño...make me all yours...I promise to be your best girl from now on..p..please" you said as he teased your hole with his tip smirking at your little promise.
"Hm...you were always my best girl...te amo princesa" he said and you looked at his genuine eyes smiling at nodding your head whispering "te amo tambien Pablito" before he filled you up to the brim so perfectly.
"Ahhh princesa you're so fucking tight!! So perfect!" he groaned holding onto your head as you scratched his back enjoying every inch of him exploring your insides. He was hitting all the right spots and your mind was sent into total oblivion.
"Ahhh a..amor..I can't..uhh..can't be quiet..p..please" you were struggling feeling yourself approaching your high and Pablo kissed your lips in a response.
"Shhh kiss me...and focus on me while you let yourself go" he spoke continuing to kiss your lisp as your high washed over you making your thighs shake and send him over the edge as he glued his chest against yours groaning lowly into your neck.
You were very glad Pablo's parents weren't home...and you really hope Aurora and Javi were "too busy" to hear anything themselves.
"Hmm you're tan perfecta, mi amor" he spoke while flipping you over and making you lay on top of him. He was about to move but you wouldn't let him...you just wanted him close in this moment.
"Stay..." you moan and he smiled saying he wasn't trying to leave you just to grab a blanket that was on the floor from all the activities. After tucking you both on he was playing with your hair while you traced invisible figures on his chest.
"Hm...maybe we should make more bets in the future amor???" Pablo smirked cockily and you hit his chest chuckling and hiding your face into his neck before both of you feel into deep and confortable sleep.
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Could I get another older man! neighbor!price thing? (maybe some Headcanons or oneshot of them becoming official) I beg of thee!
(Brain went to the one tiktok audio going : KENDRICK!!!! DROP ANOTHER DISS TRACK! AND MY LIFE IS YOURS!)
YES!!! I GOT YOU BBY!! I already had some other ideas brewing, thank you for the ask and hope you like it! \(@^0^@)/
this is angsty at first, but has a happy ending!
continuation of this post…
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my personal opinion, i feel that John wouldn’t jump straight into the relationship following your…recent activities…i feel like he’d have doubts, not because of you! not at all! but because of himself. he’d pull away from you, which only lead to things being complicated. it got to a point of him avoiding you where you took it into your own hands and cornered him in his own home.
“why’re you avoiding me?” you asked sternly, your brows furrowed with frustration; hands balled up into fists by your sides. “you come to my home and-and use me and nothing comes out of it?” you were serious, stern, straight to the point.
“i mean-come on john, we talked for hours that night!” you were getting upset now, your lip quivering as you looked off into space, a sad look in your eye as you remembered the conversations.
you had both expressed wanting more than a one-night stand. wanting more than just to ‘mess around’. you had shared similar feelings in wanting to find someone to build the rest of their life with.
john wasn’t sure what to say, too scared that he’ll say the wrong thing. he didn’t want fuck this up. it was too good to be true, and a part of him thought he was being punked. or it was some sort of sick and twisted karma the universe was repaying him with.
“say something!” you spoke again, this time louder than before, but not yelling.
he inhaled deeply before he finally spoke.
“i do want it.” he confessed, his tone sincere, but it wasn’t enough yet. you stared at him, waiting for him to continue. “i just wanna do it right.”
“court you, date you, wine and dine you, however you wanna put it.”
you stood silent for a moment, your frustration seeming to dissipate as you absorbed his words. you simply nodded.
“a heads-up would’ve been great…” you mumbled.
john approached you, slowly, timidly. as if he were trying to tame a cat. you let him, watching him as he reached out for you and held your face in his big hands.
“you sure you wanna be with an ol’man like me?” he asked, his thumb gently caressing your cheek. you rolled your eyes at his question, pursing your lips.
“well not that you mention it…” you pretended to contemplate, resting your finger on your chin. “i wouldn’t of cornered you for an answer if i didn’t!”
he chuckled, a large grin on his face as you smiled sheepishly at him. “let me make it up to you…i’ll do it right this time…”
you agreed.
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john showed up at your front door later that night, a small vase of fresh flowers in hand. you tried to hide your smile as you took them from him, running excitedly to put them on your kitchen table for display.
you returned back to where he stood, he looked delicious. he had cleaned up his facial hair, giving it a well needed trim. his hair was freshly washed and styled. he was in something casual, as were you. something cute but still comfy.
john held his hand out to you, which you took. you had opted for an at home date. both of you slightly disgusted at the thought of going to a busy restaurant downtown on a weekend. we’ve got all the time in the world to go to fancy places. you’d said, he agreed. he couldn’t help the feeling of his heart swelling in his chest at your comment.
all the time in the world…
john walked to over to his home, kicking the door closed as you both entered. he was quick to lead you over to the kitchen, where you were met with a dimly lit room and a beautifully set table.
you both immediately dove into the meal, bouncing silly conversations off each other the rest of the time. there was a small break in conversation, john was cleaning up the rest of the meal when you decided to finally ask.
“who was your company the other night?”
john smiled to himself at the mention of them.
“uh-“ he chuckled, “some old coworkers.” he said simply. you listened along.
“from when you were enlisted?” he simply nodded. it was silent again, he looked up to see you staring off into space, clearly thinking something through.
“captain…” he heard you mumble, followed by a small giggle.
“you got that right.” he said, his tone thick with humor, “the boys-“ he stopped, thinking, “they’re jealous.” you looked at him, your face full of question.
“jealous of me.” he continued to elaborate. he was done with cleaning up, sitting down on one of the chairs right next to you.
“jealous that, i got a pretty little bird makin’ me homemade meals…” he continued, you smiled. your cheeks flushing bright red. “comin’ over, wearing a cute li’l sundress…”
the energy in the room seemed to shift as he kept talking, it was powerful. he was powerful. each time he spoke, it demanded attention. he was able to make an entire room of people listen to him.
he was staring at you, more than just your face. his eyes roaming over your entire body.
“they tried your cookies.” he smirked, his hand reaching out to grab your own, gently running his fingers up and down your arm.
“never heard those boys make so many promises to a single person.” it made you laugh.
“i’ll remember to make more next time.” you said. he hummed in response. it was quiet again. comfortable. he was looking at your face again, eyes locked on you.
“you-“ “can-“
you both started to speak at once. stopping to let the other person talk. john’s mouth hung slightly agape, anticipating, waiting for you to say your part first.
the moment was tense. the only thing you could hear was the sound of your breathing.
“john…” you said quietly, gently digging your nails into his forearm as you pulled him towards you.
“i want you so badly…”
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YESSSSSS i love using dialog from the first part to mesh it with the second part 😩
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❪ ✧ ❫ 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃... 𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆?
𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: malakai azer x fem!reader.
𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: after battle, kai has a knack for getting injured and not letting anyone help him. well, that is, except for you.
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: wounds, blood, flirting, tension, female reader, bandages, stitches, slight gore (?), fluff i guess?
𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒: 869
𝐀/𝐍: heres to all my girls who want a kai azer fic but theres absolutely 0, aka this poor, innocent soul. kinda happy that im the first person to make this (i think? oh my god if im actually not it’ll just make me look like an egomaniac even though i kind of am but im not i just have a huge pride DTOPIT) also sorry this took so long lmao😭
𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓. 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐈 “𝐊𝐀𝐈“ 𝐀𝐙𝐄𝐑.
𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐃: ✓
𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: @reminiscentreader @nqds @never-enough-novels @ilyiwdtpyiwmyhmtkys @evaswarner @sc11vb @sophiesonlinediary @starrynightsxo @f4iry-bell @his-littlefox @viivdle
this was the third time. the third time he had hurt himself in battle.
yes, you get that he’s fighting and he’ll get hurt no matter what. but for god's sake, you feel like he almost purposely hurts himself in battle.
so, here you are, dragging the king’s second son to the healing room, scolding him as he follows you like a puppy.
“i can’t believe it, kai. the third time. i swear, one of these days, i won’t be here to heal you,” you rant, not even looking behind you to see if the man is still following you.
you could almost feel him chuckling at your antics, thinking that you’re being over dramatic. which, in your opinion, you definitely aren’t.
you walk into the healing room and push the nineteen-year-old onto the bed. his chin is still dripping with blood, and bleeding scars are scattered around his muscular form.
“i’ll be fine, sweetheart. it’s only a few wounds; i’m not dying,” he taunts, rolling his eyes. you shoot the enforcer a harsh glare as you dig for some bandages and stitches.
your eyes glance to his rib, a long, deep, red wound traveling through his skin. you know that it pains him to sit and walk with that wound, but you also know that his father, the king, made him able to handle pain like that.
“sure,” you say sarcastically, get out the bandages once you find them. you put them on the stray, along with the stitches.
“why don’t you let the healers handle this, it’ll be much easier.” kai looks at you with a deadpan expression before shrugging. “i don’t want them to,” he says simply. you blink before glaring at him again, slamming the forceps you found on top of the tray along with the bandages.
“moron,” you mutter, making him grin bloodily at you. you roll your eyes, get a cloth, and start to gently tap his lip with the cloth, drying the blood.
you accidentally look up just to see him staring at you, making eye contact. his gray eyes glance between your own, his lips separating slightly.
gulping, you look away and dig in the counter for some alcohol for his wounds. you hear him sigh from behind you as you take the alcohol out.
“take off your shirt.” kai looks at you in amusement before taking off his shirt.
you’ve done this before; making him take off a piece of clothing so you could bandage his wounds without trouble, but it never fails to make blush come to your cheeks and your stomach flutter with butterflies.
kai looks up at you with a knowing look in his eyes, a small smirk forming on his lips. you clench your jaw before turning to the tray beside you and getting the alcohol.
you pour the liquid on the cloth in your hand before putting it on the large cut—probably made by a sword or someone with powers—on his defined —muscular but lean—chest.
you hear him hiss in pain, though you still feel his eyes on you. “that’ll need stitches. now, if you’d ask a proper healer, i would’ve just healed it with powers, but since i’m not…” you trail off, giving him a deadpan look.
“no, i’m—fine,” he grunts, his hands clenching the sheets underneath him. rolling your eyes, you grab the forceps and carefully grab the needle with it.
“you ready?”
“this isn’t the first time i needed stitches, sweetheart, i’ll be fine.”
“whatever.”
you hear a sharp hiss whenever you stick the needle into his skin. carefully, you start to stitch his wound back up—along with his hisses and held-in grunts of pain.
once you're finished, you cut the string and put the needle back on the tray. (idk man idk to do stitches) for the rest of the wounds, you get the alcohol and put it on the cotton again before cleaning the other small cuts and wounds.
“you’re a natural at this—thanks to me, of course,” kai murmurs, hissing halfway through. you glare at the man as you get the bandages, starting to bandage the wounds on his chest.
“that’s not something to brag about, kai. if anything you should be embarrassed,” you hiss, continuing to bandage up his wounds.
he hums and you feel his eyes on you again, watching you. he continues to stare at you until eventually you can’t handle his heated gaze on you and lift your head, meeting his eyes.
your breath catches in your throat as you lift your head a bit too close to his, feeling your cheeks get warm.
kai’s gaze travels to your other eye, to eventually your lips, then back to your other eye. instinctively, you lick your lips to wet them, making kai’s attention travel back to your lips.
you see him lean in ever so slowly, as if silently asking if he could kiss you. “can i—”
the door swings open and you quickly jump back, separating you and kai. looking towards the door, you see the blond hair of his big brother, kitt.
he looks between the two of you suspiciously, lifting an eyebrow. “was i, uh, interrupting something?” he asks.
“no.”
“kind of.”
“kai—”
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YANDERE VOX X MOTH! READER [Taster to see if it's worth it]
Chapter 0: The beginning
Note: You're comedic if you think I'm going through this to make sure everything is spelt right lol
How did you end up in this state? Here, you are locked in the most luxurious penthouse you have ever seen in both your life and after life. The glass windows locked shut with the walls lined with huge tvs that look to cost grands.
You were just an ordinary sinner like no other. You lived an ok life for the most part, despite being ended so short. The only thing you really did "wrong" is not believe in a higher being. God.
You were a silk moth demon with big fluffy antennas, thin fragile wings, and a huge fluff or fur around your neck. You remember a huge fall, hitting the ground and a chuckle. Vox. That was his name. You landed in front of another sinner with the peculiar shaped head of a TV.
He was quick to introduce himself as Vox, the tech overlord and owner, to the largest tech company in all of the pride rings.
"I see you're new.." he chuckled, "as it seems you can't use your wings...also the fall. "
It took you a while to come to terms with the whole hell thing a long with the fact you're talking to a sentient TV.
"What is your name? Do you have anywhere to go?" He asked, not really giving you any chance to respond before moving questions.
All this was very overwhelming to you. Your wings begin to flutter nervous before tears start to brim your eyes.
"Hey..hey..calm down," he says in his classic businessman persona voice, "come on darlin'." He slowly leads a weeping you into the V tower he was standing in front of.
It had been an hour since you had met him, and you were already in his tower, hugging him as he comforted you softly. You can't help him he just smells so nice.. and he looks so nice..his eyes... look so...entrancing...
He softly rubs your head as you sniffle into his chest. Then he pulls out his classic line.
"You could always work for my company," He says with a huge toothy smile, " I mean...I would pay you handsomely, and you need a place to stay...."
A contract appears in front of you. He tells you not to worry, and this is just for legal purposes to make sure you're as happy as possible. And stupidly, you agree without reading through the contract. Being new to hell, you didn't even know you had a soul anymore or that people use them to deal. You sign the contract with a small smile. This man seems so nice. You were confused whether this was really hell.
You belong to him now and you still had no idea. Vox told you to follow him into your very own room. But it wasn't your room. It was his.
"Get a good night's rest darlin' you have a long day tomorrow, and don't worry... you'll fit right in here at VoxTech!"
You sit down on the bed and doze off for half an hour before waking up, needing the bathroom desperately. Not seeing the walk-in bathroom, you run to the door trying to open it to find a toilet. But the door was locked. You rattled the door more and more, but no... it wasn't just stuck... it was locked. You were stuck.
A huge zapping noise can be heard before a cough as you quickly turn around to Vox, who grabbed your wrist harshly. He pulled you into his chest and stroked one of your antennas, curling it around with his finger before whispering. "Yeah.. I think you're gonna fit right in..." he sniffs your hair as he continues to play with your antenna.
All you could do was stand there. What was happening. What did you do?
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The 1 A. Fantilli
Adam Fantilli x fem!reader
synopsis - based on “the 1” by Taylor Swift obvs. The school year starts back up at the University of Michigan and after your break up with Adam, you’re trying to live life freely but can’t seem to get the idea of him and your relationship off your mind. But what happens when you see him again, and you both are yearning for each other more than ever before?
wc - 4.5k (:0)
contains - lowkey angst but also very fluffy closure, reader cries, miscommunication a little bit (i know), kissing, cuddling. (if i missed anything please let me know!!!!)
an - this is the first part in my folklore 100 follower celebration! i’m so excited for it! i do not loveeee this but i really wanted to get this first part out! hopefully you guys like this! here is the masterlist to this celebration. me when im about to make a fic based off “the 1” have a happy ending 😊. also sorry this took longer than expected i has surgery the other day and did not pop back to normal like i assumed i would lmao. please someone get the betty refernce at the end ;))) also i still need a player to use for my betty fic for this celebration so… someone request someone. also this is barely edited so sorry. also should i make a taglist?? would anyone like that??
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i’m doing good, i’m on some new shit. been saying “yes” instead of “no”.
To say you were definitely doing much better now that August had arrived was a true statement. You’d been a wreck most of the summer over your breakup with Adam, but as the summer started to slow down and your tan glowed, you felt you heart get lighter and rid itself of it’s burdens.
You and Adam had broken up just a little bit before the draft. The prospect of him being in Anaheim while you finished school in Ann Arbor sounded like an impossible feat to conquer.
You also knew what the newfound NHL fame would bring Adam, even more attention than before, new people, new friends, new girls surrounding him. And while you knew Adam would never in a million years cheat on you, you didn’t want him to feel like he had to be tied to something, someone, 2,234 miles away, to be exact.
When you watched the draft and saw Leo get drafted to Anaheim, your heart sank to your stomach. Many tears were shed that night, knowing the boy you loved with all of you wouldn’t be 2,234 miles away, only 190.
You assumed that if he wanted you back he would’ve called, or texted, or emailed, or sent a letter, anything. But you got nothing, so you accepted that he was perfectly okay with still being apart. Even though it did hurt because you remembered the night both of you cuddled close and whispered about how amazing it would be if he went to Columbus and not Anaheim.
i thought i saw you at the bus stop, i didn’t though.
When school started back up, you couldn’t help but see him everywhere you went. You did feel better, and you were healing, but it did instill an ache in your chest when you’d see your favorite study spot, your table at the starbucks right off campus, his dorm building, everything.
You even thought you saw him there once, your eyes widened with fear as you thought you saw him standing at a bus stop on campus but it wasn’t him, just another brunette boy, but not yours.
i hit the ground running each night. i hit the sunday matinée. you know the greatest films of all time were never made.
It was hard for about a week or so, being back in the place where you fell head over heels in love with him, but your friends would always be quick to cheer you up and tell you “it’s gonna be okay.” And most of the time you believed them.
You’d gone to many more parties than you had last year, you were usually trying to spend time with Adam and you two preferred being alone together than things like parties.
You felt the ache when you saw a guy taking his girlfriend to the Barbie movie, as stupid as that seems. You and your friends had all waited to see it until you were back together and you were all dolled up in your pink outfits. But you couldn’t help but have that same ache when you remembered Adam promising to take you to see if, and promising to wear pink just for you.
Obviously, that never happened. After the movie you couldn’t help but pull up your photos and scroll through your ‘Adam🤍’ album, the videos got to you the most.
Adam had made you film yourself when you opened your birthday gift from him, you had no idea why.
“Baby, why am I filming this?”
“Because, I want to be able to rewatch your reaction to it!”
You give him a funny look, and he urges you to open the big bag, seeing a jersey, a Michigan jersey. You’re pretty confused because you have a Fantilli jersey already, one you wear often. You pull it out of the bag and unfold it and turn it around, and then you see it. Instead of Fantilli across the back, it says “MY MAN”. Your jaw drops, you start laughing so hard, like stomach hurting from how hard you’re laughing.
Adam joins in your laughter, asking if you like it. You tackle him in a hug, kissing his cheek twice.
“It’s so perfect!”
The video was perfect, it ended in your phone falling from it’s propped up place on your desk as you kissed Adam. You felt happy and sad when you saw it. Happy that it happened, that you were able to ever experience that kind of love. Sad because it was all gone now.
i guess you never know, never know. and if you wanted me, you really should’ve showed. and if you never bleed, you’re never gonna grow.
You know that if you had the chance, you’d go back to Adam without thinking for two seconds. He was the best thing that you’d ever been graced with. He was everything to you, and you know that in a tucked away part of your heart he still is.
You just wish you both had tried harder, because you both loved each other with all of your beings. You just wished you both showed how much you really wanted it at the end, but both of you were scared of how the other was feeling.
but we were something, don’t you think so? roaring 20’s, tossing pennies in the pool.
In the middle of the night, when you’re staring at the ceiling of your room after watching Adam’s newest highlights you tend to always think about one thing; if he still thinks about you, the way you do him.
You hoped he did, you hoped you weren’t the furthest thing from his mind at all times. And if you were to ask him, he would tell you that you were all he could think of for months, you were the only thing on his mind when he woke up, and when he went to sleep. Columbus was fun, and new, and exciting, but you were everything to him.
Adam had hoped you’d send him a text the night of the draft, and then he’d be able to start talking to you again. But, you never texted, you were worried he wouldn’t care if you did. You didn’t want to embarrass yourself.
and if my wishes came true it would’ve been you.
You had wished on 11:11s, fallen stars, eyelashes, candles, four-leaf clovers, everything, that you and Adam would be together always, and that didn’t end when you broke up, you still wished for him, always.
in my defense, i have none. for never leaving well enough alone. but it would’ve been fun, if you would’ve been the one.
You always felt like you were doing something wrong towards the end of your relationship, not because of Adam. It was because you just had a voice in the back of your head telling you that you weren’t doing enough for him and that you were making him upset, and it led to you doing things to try to fix that but only would end up making things worse.
You just needed him always, you two were inseparable. You were at every home game, a good amount of the away games, and then you were almost always together during any free time you two had. While you were only together for about a year, you could see your life with Adam. He had said something to you about wanting to marry you, 5 months after you started dating. You were just it for each other.
i have this dream you’re doing cool shit. having adventures on your own. you meet some woman on the internet and take her home.
You think about if he has met another girl yet. You know that those hockey teams like going out together and they definitely attract lots of female attention. The ache came back at the thought of him sleeping in the same bed as another woman.
we never painted by the numbers, baby. but we were making it count.
Some people thought your relationship was, unrealistic, in a sense. You and Adam were together all the time, and it made certain family members and friends question what would happen after the draft came and Anaheim took your boyfriend from you. But obviously, Anaheim didn’t take your boyfriend, Columbus did, which made the breakup hurt even more.
Every minute you spent with Adam was full of love. There were very little disagreements, and the few that did take place were always out of love, which also made everything hurt more. No one could’ve seen your breakup coming, you two included, it just came up one night and ended up with you two calling it quits. It was the first time you’d ever seen Adam cry, and that broke you inside.
you know the greatest loves of all time are over now. i guess you never know, never know. and it’s another day waking up alone.
Sometimes you wake up and forget he’s not yours anymore, that he might even be someone else’s. And then you snap back to reality and it hits you like a train. Your roommates sometimes leave sticky notes to you that you’re gonna be okay, that’s everything’s okay. He was the greatest thing ever. Your love for him conquered all.
i, i, i persist and resist the temptation to ask you, if one thing had been different. would everything be different today?
You just play back every single moment in your head. Wondering if you’d done anything different if you’d still be his, if he’d still love you how he did. What you didn’t know was that he was doing the same exact thing 190 miles from you, resisting the urge to text you.
Adam was counting down the days until his birthday, praying that you would text him, allowing him to start a conversation with you. You were as well, having typed out your birthday message to him already, weeks early, waiting to be sent.
but we were something, don’t you think so? rosé flowing with your chosen family. and it would’ve been sweet, if it could’ve been me.
You two would spend nights with his friends, the boys he loved most, and his teammates because you wanted them to like you because he liked them. You wanted to be able to have their approval and you definitely did. Your friendships lasting with a few of the players, specifically Dylan Duke.
Dylan had been so incredibly sweet to you when you met, understanding how it probably felt to be surrounded by a team of boys who you didn’t know. He was someone you could hang out with at hockey parties when you felt like you were being too clingy to Adam.
in my defense i have none, for digging up the grave another time.
Dylan had been begging you to come to a hockey game since before the season started. And you were finally convinced so you are going to attend the 2nd Providence game. They won last night 2-4 and were hoping to do the same again.
You felt the ache when you were searching through your umich gear for your outfit to the game and found your Fantilli jerseys. You took a deep breath and pushed it off, grabbing a blue and maize crewneck and throwing it on over your leggings and blazers and leaving.
You got into the Children of Yost section pretty easily, but it was always a hassle nonetheless. You found some friends and stood with them, shouting cheers when the guys skated out.
You and your friends were pretty close to the glass in the student section, only a few rows back, so you were able to see the guys really well. You screamed when Dylan scored his first goal of the night, he saw you and laughed so hard. Luca, who was hugging his teammate was confused by how hard Dylan was laughing, and looked to see what the source of his entertainment was. When he saw you, jumping up and down with your friends, screaming for Dylan, he was shocked. Shocked you’d even come to a game. And then his eyes widened when he realized his brother was here, watching him play.
When the first period was over the Childen of Yost settled down and danced to the songs and did the little games that came up to on the jumbotron. Your fun halted when you saw Adam come up on the screen, the words “Welcoming back former Wolverines!” and his names flashing on it. Your friends saw and their jaws dropped. He hadn’t been at the game the night before, of course he hadn’t, of course this was the game he came to.
You brushed it off and insisted that you were fine. You continued to have fun and mess around with your friends during the break in between periods. But then Adam had the shock of his life, staring at the screen as the view of you and your friends dancing to American Boy by Estelle & Kanye as the cameras showed different groups of the Children of Yost.
The second he gets over his shock you’re off the screen, and he’s slightly leaning out of his seat, searching the crowd of the student section, and then he saw you, messing around and playing with your friends. Part of him wishes you were in his jersey, as unrealistic as that seems. He wonders if you still have his jerseys, if they’re in a thrift store somewhere, or if they’re tucked away in the bottom of a box in your room.
He knows Dylan probably convinced you to come, because Dylan was your favorite of his friends, and the two of you guys were “besties” whenever you were together. He wonders if you’ll go down towards the locker room after the game to see Dylan and if he’ll get to see you again.
The game ended soon enough, the guys winning 3-4 with 2 goals from Duker. He texted you after the game to come down, wanting to go to eat with you after.
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from: Duka👊
Dude come down after I wanna go eat
from: Y/n/n🤝
idk duke i kinda wanna go home
from: Duka👊
Bro no you have to stop being a loser
from: Y/n/n🤝
fine.
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He liked your message and you let out a sigh,
“Hey guys, I’m gonna go down and see Duke. I’ll see you guys later, okay?”
They nodded and gave you light hugs, telling you random things that are always part of girl goodbyes.
“Are you sure, do you think Adam’ll be down there, babe?”
You sighed again, shrugging, hugging her tighter.
“Don’t know, but I can’t let him stop me from doing things, right? If I see him, I see him. I don’t know if he’ll say anything to me, but if he does I’ll just talk to him normally, you know?”
The girls all nod, saying goodbye again, telling you things about your said “girl power”. You made your way through the arena, getting let through by security and heading back to the hall where the players come out.
You kept your head in your phone as you leaned against the wall, snapping people, scrolling through Instagram, and texting your mom about the game.
Dylan came out fast compared to usual. You high-fived him as he came up to you, congratulating him on his two goals. He thanked you and then was quick to try to get you guys to leave.
“Dylan, It’s okay. I know he’s here. I’m not gonna like, run away from him. Alright?”
“Yeah alright, he was just in the locker room and I was worried you might not know, 'cause I didn’t even know, so.”
You nodded and smiled at him, patting his shoulder in thanks. Then you realized he was missing something.
“Dylan, did you leave your phone in the locker room?”
He looked at you in confusion, then patting the pocket on his bag, and then his sweatpants pockets, then his sweatshirt pocket, but came up empty.
“Shit. Alright, I’ll be back in half a second, wait here.”
You nod and he hands you his backpack, racing back to the locker room. You put his bag on your back and look back at your phone again. And then you hear him, his laugh. You don’t even wanna look up, you glance out of the corner of your eye, seeing his silhouette.
You freeze in your stance, fingers pausing on your screen. You hear him, Luca, and Mark talking very loudly. Adam sees the bag on your back first “DUKE #25” along the side of it. Then he realizes it’s you. He quiets down very quickly, almost stopping in his tracks.
Luca notices his baby brother’s change in attitude instantly, whipping his head to the side, his eyes meeting your figure. Mark, somehow sees you and his mind doesn’t think for two seconds. He calls your name, happy as ever.
“Hey! Come here I haven’t seen you in forever. What’s up?”
You wince at his obliviousness, or maybe his uncaring of the situation. You squeeze your eyes shut for a second before putting a smile on.
“Hey Mark, I’m fine. How are you?”
He nods and replies, half hugging you and pulling you back towards his group. Luca quickly says hey to you, wrapping his arms around you briefly.
You look at Adam, your eyes softening. He looks at you as if you’re the only girl in the world, and to him, you are. You go to say hey to him but he hugs you before words can come out. He holds you so so tightly, and you practically grip him. Fuck, you missed him.
“Hey, Adam.”
You feel him take a deep breath in, rubbing his hand up and down your back.
“Missed you.”
“Missed you too, Adam.”
You both seem to realize you aren’t alone and you pull away, clearing your throat as the other two boys look at you with huge smiles. You feel heat radiating from your cheeks as the four of you stand there.
The awkward silence is cut off by Dylan racing back through the hall.
“Hey dude, sorry I took so long. Ty started asking me about something-”
He stopped himself when he saw you standing inches from Adam, a blush covering your face. He tries to cover the smile overtaking his face.
“Oh hey guys, um well, we were about to go eat, you guys wanna join?”
Your eyes widened at Dylan, cursing at him in your head, hoping you’d gained mind powers that could disintegrate him. Just because you can stand here and hug him doesn’t mean you can sit and eat dinner with him.
Mark jumps to accept, telling you two that you should also invite the other guys still in the locker room. You agree, thinking the more the merrier for your situation. You and Dylan let the other guys know and then take off. In the car, you turn to Dylan and almost shout at him.
“Dylan Duke! What the fuck?”
He smiles at you, that stupid smile. You shake your head and sigh loudly leaning back against the headrest and closing your eyes.
“I saw how you were looking at each other in there. And Mark whispered to me about your hug. I know that this is for your own good dude. At least get civil with him.”
You sigh and nod, your eyes still closed. Dylan lets out a noise of agreement, and you two drive to your chosen restaurant.
When you pull up to a restaurant on a Saturday night and ask for a table for 10, you usually are looked at like you have two heads. But in Ann Arbor, when a umich hockey player comes in and asks that, they will make it happen.
You and Dylan were the first to get there, sitting across from each other at the far end of the table. Tyler, Rutger, and Ethan arrive next, Tyler sitting at the end chair between you and Dylan, and Rut and Eth sitting next to Dylan. Adam, Luca, and Mark arrived next. You watched Mark push Adam forward to sit in the space on your right.
He smiles at you awkwardly as he sits down next to you, making sure to leave a comfortable amount of space between you. Lastly, Seamus and Mackie arrive, taking the last two seats at the table. All the guys were talking around you while you checked your phone every minute or so to try to look busy. You glance to your side and notice Adam as bored as you.
“Hey Fants.”
His head quickly turns to you, a bright smile adorning his features.
“Hi.”
“How’s Columbus? Sorry I never congratulated you, I just-”
“Hey! It’s okay, I understand, alright? But it’s nice, I’ve made a couple of new friends and stuff. It was nice already knowing people there.”
“Yeah, yeah. That’s really good Adam.”
Adam stared at you longingly as you stared at your fingers. You were messing with the rings you always wore, then realized how you were wearing your ring from Adam. You felt like you couldn’t let him see it, worried you might embarrass yourself. You covered your hand with your other, trying to make your position look as natural as possible.
When you looked back over to him and he was already staring at you, you swear your heart started pounding, even more so than already. His eyes looked sad, something so uncommon to see him feeling. He’d always been your happy boy, always bringing you up and making you better.
You would rather climb to the rooftops and scream to every Ann Arbor citizen of your everlasting love for Adam than even whisper it to him. His eyes, though, they’re like the ocean. One look and all of your senses are gone.
“I really missed you Adam.”
You didn’t look at him when you whispered it, you stared at the football game playing on the TV across the restaurant, the Bengals were winning by 14. Your hand pressed into the wood of your chair next to your thigh, running your fingers back and forth across the grain. You didn’t flinch physically when you felt his hand brush over yours, but your heart felt like it was about to implode.
“You have no idea how much I missed you.”
You finally got the courage to look into his eyes. You turn, just a little, and look at him, the raw look on his face, his glazed-over eyes, his bit at lips, your boy, he’d always been yours, always will be.
“And, you have no idea how badly I want to kiss you right now.”
He mumbled it, not caring if you heard or not, he just knew he had to say it, if not to you then to admit it to himself, that he wanted to kiss you.
Adam watched as your eyes widened innocently, he loves everything you do. He just stared, he knew you heard him, he didn’t know what to do after that, and neither did you. You seemed to have gotten lost in the moment, forgetting about the 8 other hockey players surrounding you, who had honestly mostly just stopped really talking to each other and were mostly watching you and Adam.
In that moment, you couldn’t even hear them, you couldn’t even see them. They were blurry, muted, and muffled, but looking at Adam, it was so clear. You weren’t thinking, you were just following whatever split-second decision your heart made and grabbed his face, kissing Adam. You fucking kissed him. His hands wrapped around your wrists, kissing you back immediately. You kissed for maybe three seconds, the hustle and bustle all around coming back to you.
You pulled away from him first, if it was his choice he would’ve made out with you right there in front of everyone. You looked at him with wide eyes, and he still had his big beautiful smile. You hear an ‘oh shit’ come from Luca’s mouth, and then the rest of the guys at the table going crazy and immediately feel embarrassed. Your face burns as you quickly wipe your lips with your sleeve, burying your face in your hands as a smile reluctantly makes its way to your face.
Adam has the biggest grin on his face as he scoots his chair closer to you, wrapping his arm around you, pulling you close. Adam’s hand rests on your hip, tracing shapes already like it was never gone. Like it was home after being away for far too long. You know the two of you would have a big conversation about everything later. But for right now, you just let him hold you, and you let him order for you, because he always knew what you wanted, even now.
When dinner came, Adam’s hand left your hip, but it ended up holding yours under the table like you were two fourteen-year-olds hiding from your parents. He started messing with your hand, pulling it more into his lap so he could play with it with both of his hands. He’d always done this when you were together, he would mess with your hand while he talked to others at dinners or parties or anything.
Adam was shocked when he felt it, the cool band on your ring finger. He looked down at your hand, eyes widening when he saw his ring still adorning your finger. He stared at you with so so much love in his eyes, from across the table, Luca could see how happy his baby brother was, and he was so thankful for you.
“You still have my ring on.”
You couldn’t tell if it was a question or a statement when he whispered to you. You looked down at the band on your finger, smiling sheepishly at him and blushing. You nodded slowly, not knowing how to explain it to him.
“I just really like it. And I just really like you, so.”
He laughs, nodding at you with amusement, letting out an ‘Oh yeah?’ to which you nod assuringly.
You knew he was the 1. You’d known when he had first introduced himself to you. You could tell that this new beginning to your relationship was going to last, that the time apart only made you both stronger. You’d always loved him, and always will, and if kissing him in a crowded restaurant in front of all of his stupid friends is what it takes to have him, you definitely would.
but it would’ve been fun, if you would’ve been the one.
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Heartfirst: A Ted Lasso Story - Chapter Nine
Chapter Nine: People Watching
Plot: The Greyhounds take another hit in Amsterdam, and a night out brings about revelation and realization for Y/n.
Word Count: 5.3k
Warnings: language, discussion of child neglect
A/N: AMSTERDAM!! This is the one that really ties the whole thing together and sets up the rest of the series. I think it’s also my favorite so far. Very little of any other characters (sorry to my Jamie girls) but I promise it pays off ☺️
Enjoy!!
(Yes, this chapter is titled after the Conan Grey song. It fit too perfectly)
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The Amsterdam match, while not counting for anything, was a tremendous defeat.
The Greyhounds lost to Ajax, 5-0, unable to score a single goal against the Dutch. The boys hung on the field despondent, the home crowd booing and taunting them as loud as they could.
Y/n watched from the suite, seated between Keeley and Higgins, her eyes drifting across the crowd. Rivalry between fans had never bothered her, until Richmond had become her club. Now she was feeling every insult as if it were directed at her.
“Rebecca,” Marjolein, a high-up at AFC Ajax took the chair next to the blonde, “My apologies. Now, you’ve come all the way to Amsterdam and we at Ajax have been such rude hosts.”
The woman gestured to the scoreboard that the foursome couldn’t bear to do more than glance at.
“Marjolein, you’ve been more than gracious,” Rebecca replied, “Especially given the circumstances.”
The cruelty towards the Greyhounds had been particularly hard to handle because it all tied back to the golden boy. Zava. The signs, the banners, the cheers against them…without the prick, apparently AFC Richmond was worthless.
As the whistle blew, the match officially ended and the teams headed off the field. Y/n, Keeley, Higgins and Rebecca stood to their feet.
“Till next time,” Rebecca thanked and shook Marjolein’s hand. Keeley and Y/n followed suit.
“Truly was an honor to play here at the Johan Croyff Arena,” Higgins complimented.
Marjolein touched her hands to her chest, “No. The honor is ours completely. But it is pronounced Johan Cruijff.”
“Oh,” Higgins nodded, “Still.”
Left to themselves, the foursome listened to the stadium chant the words to Three Little Birds as it played over the speakers. Salt in the wound that was still actively bleeding.
“This song’s depressing,” Rebecca muttered before downing the last of her champagne.
Higgins gagged, his tell-tale sign that he was uncomfortable. Y/n put her hand on his shoulder and took it upon herself to lead the group out. When the boys came off the pitch, her job began.
Higgins, Keeley and Y/n went to the locker room, the two women waiting outside as Higgins collected who they needed.
“I hate him,” Y/n complained, leaned against a wall, staring up at the bright florescent lights, “I hope a storm comes through and just wrecks that avocado farm.”
Keeley managed a snort while pacing the hall, she was tense about something other than the match.
Y/n peeked over at her boss, “You good?”
“Yeah,” Keeley said quickly, picking at her nails a little before she stopped in front of Y/n, “I have something I need to tell you.”
Barely opening her mouth to ask what it was, Y/n was stopped by Higgins emerging from the locker room, Jan Maas and Roy in tow.
“Let’s get this over with,” Roy grunted, walking alongside Higgins down the hall.
“If you’re gonna fire me,” Y/n looked back at Keeley, “Do it now.”
“No,” Keeley replied, hurrying to catch up, “It can wait.”
They stood to the side with Higgins as Jan Maas spoke in his native tongue, his tone surpassed the language barrier. The team were hurting.
Eventually, the interviewer turned to the coaching side. “And so, Roy Kent,” he began, “Don’t you think Richmond’s objectively poor performance is due to the fact that you’re nothing without Zava?”
Y/n inhaled, holding her breath after, “Here we go…”
“Who cares?” Roy replied, “It’s a fucking friendly. A friendly is a pretend match. This is a pretend conversation. You’re a pretend person with a pretend job. And I’m having a really hard time pretending to give a shit.”
If Zava didn’t give them enough headlines to clean up, Roy certainly did.
Will passed them in the hallway with armfuls of bags, whispering hellos to Keeley and Y/n, before Rebecca returned.
“Okay, a night out in Amsterdam it is,” she said quietly, “Let’s make the best of it. What’s the plan?”
“Ooh, I’m spoken for, I’m afraid,” Higgins replied, “It’s my first time in Amsterdam and I have a date with someone special in the red-light district.”
Rebecca, Keeley and Y/n watched their co-worker leave, staring in confusion.
“Nah,” they all said in harmony. There was no way.
“Just us, then,” Rebecca smiled at the two women.
Between the loss and her general stance on spending time together outside of work, Y/n already had her excuse prepared. “I’m exhausted,” she said, “I’m just gonna order dinner and turn in early.”
Keeley’s nervous smile returned as Rebecca turned to her expectantly, “I’d love to-“
“That’s a quick cancellation,” Rebecca replied.
“How’d you know I was gonna cancel?” Keeley asked.
“Because there’s a certain note in your vocal range that you only ever hit when you’re being preemptively apologetic,” Rebecca explained, glancing over to Y/n, “Am I right?”
Y/n scrunched her face at both her bosses, landing on Keeley. “Just a…little.”
“Come on,” Rebecca continued, “Out with it.”
“All right,” Keeley sighed, “Apparently, tonight is the best aurora borealis ever. Like it’s the aurora ‘boreal-iest.’ In Norway.”
Rebecca nodded understandingly while Y/n tilted her head. “How are you getting to Norway?”
Keeley ever-so-slightly shifted between feet, “And Jack and her plane are waiting for me at the airport right now,” she looked nervously to her employee, “That’s what I wanted to tell you.”
Y/n’s mouth opened and closed, her mind trying desperately to find words opposite to what she truly wanted to say. Keeley. Jack. Keeley and Jack. A thing. The boss and the boss-boss. What could go wrong? Everything.
Luckily, Rebecca spoke first. “Subtle,” she smiled at her friend, “And amazing.”
“Yeah, that’s,” Y/n’s total discomfort with the situation cut off the signal to her brain. She awkwardly made a fist and raised it, “Great. So great.”
Keeley was so in her own world, no doubt one that sat on a Dutch runway, she didn’t notice Y/n’s terrible performance.
“Go,” Rebecca nodded toward the end of the hall.
“I promise I’ll make it up to you,” Keeley grabbed Rebecca’s hands.
“Yes, you will,” the older blonde replied.
“Oh,” Keeley caught Jan Maas heading down the hall, interview completed, “Great job, Jan.”
“Yes, seriously,” Y/n added, “Thank you so much.”
The Dutch man smiled at the two and gave a wave.
“And, Roy,” Keeley called to her ex, “Thank you again for doing this.”
“Yeah,” Roy nodded, “Anytime.”
Keeley squeezed Rebecca’s arm, “I love you.”
“I love you,” Rebecca repeated.
“I love you,” Keeley grabbed Y/n’s hands, “And there’s nothing you can do about it.”
Y/n forced a laugh, nothing was actually funny at the moment, and watched as Keeley ran down the hall, Norway bound.
Rebecca, having spent enough time with Y/n, could sense her unease. “What are you thinking this very moment?”
“I’m watching my career get blown up because of a stupid night sky,” Y/n grinned, her eyes following Keeley’s fluffy pink coat bounce up and down.
Roy left the interviewer, coming to stand between the two women. It gave him a prime spot to watch his ex-girlfriend bound out. “Where’s she going?”
“Somewhere that believes they deserve her,” Rebecca replied, letting the thinly veiled comment smack Roy. She touched Y/n’s arm in goodbye before leaving the same way Keeley had.
Y/n let out a sigh, her and Roy turning to one another in silent resignation over separate matters. Y/n’s eye caught on the poster beside them, her face shifting with disgust.
Zava.
Roy turned and faced it, a small shrine to the legend’s short stint at AFC Ajax, and pounded his fist against it. It fell to the floor where Roy promptly landed a few kicks before casually walking off.
Y/n looked down the hall to where the interviewer was still filming, watching in shock as Roy stalked off.
“We’ll pay for that,” Y/n smiled.
“No, we won’t,” Roy called out.
Sneering once more at Zava’s arrogant grin, Y/n marched off toward the exit, ready for the day to be over.
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Of course, by the time she got back to her hotel, it was barely 6PM. There was a whole evening to kill.
Y/n ordered room service, snacking as she scrolled the social media reactions to the match. When it became fruitless trying to find anything positive, she set her phone down on her nightstand and grabbed the tv remote instead.
She flipped between stations, finding most of the programming to be in Dutch. Eventually, she settled on the hotel’s channel that showcased their amenities and the city’s activities.
Y/n dropped the remote in shock, “Oh my gosh.”
With a Dutch overdub, a very out-of-fashion Keeley described some feature the hotel rooms had.
Y/n laughed, covering her mouth as she watched her boss over-exaggeratedly move around the screen. The sight was bringing her thoughts on Keeley back around to a more positive place.
It was eating at her, though, Keeley and Jack. Both of them were perfectly lovely, and Y/n had been witness to their natural chemistry. But dating the person that financed your company? That could decide at the drop of a hat to pack you up and dissolve everything you’d worked for?
Not that Jack would do that. Y/n reminded herself that the woman was level-headed and genuinely believed in Keeley’s vision. But there was always the great big “…what if?”
Y/n ran a hand through her hair, sitting on the edge of her bed. How could anyone be comfortable taking such risks with their career?
Deciding that she’d spiral if she stayed in her hotel room any longer, Y/n went to her suitcase and grabbed a change of clothes. She threw on her sweater and jeans, collected her wallet, phone and coat, and headed out the door.
She felt a twinge of guilt, telling Rebecca she was staying in and leaving the woman to fend for herself. But it wasn’t enough remorse to get Y/n to send a text.
Once she reached the lobby, she had to pass through the lounge to get to the exit. She quickly stepped back behind a wall when she spotted the entire team seated together, in deep conversation. Y/n couldn’t turn down another invitation, nor did she want to answer any questions, good-natured as they may be. She waited until a bellboy came through with a full luggage cart, hurrying alongside the suitcases that formed a perfect shield.
In the clear, Y/n stepped out into the evening air, inhaling deeply. She didn’t know where she was going, but she was going to enjoy herself. If nothing else, she was going to leave saying that she’d spent a night out in Amsterdam.
She wandered down to a busier part, not so stupid to think that as a single woman she could roam the city freely. In the more touristy section, there were buskers, much like in London. They provided a pleasant soundtrack as Y/n weaved through the crowds, searching for the first place she wanted to stop. Eventually, she spotted a street vendor, selling coffees and pastries, and decided that was as good as anything else.
Y/n walked until she found an empty bench, claiming it for herself. She ate her pastry, sipped her coffee and watched the crowd, listened to the chatter of the people passing by. There was something about being in a new city that electrified her, it was the same feeling she’d had when she’d first arrived in London. Everything was fresh and exciting and full of possibilities, even if she didn’t take any of them.
“And here-“
A familiar voice broke through Y/n’s thoughts. She traced it to find Jamie jogging down the cobblestone street.
“Is the most beautiful girl,” Jamie announced, running in place in front of Y/n and gesturing to her, “In all of Amsterdam!”
Spotting Y/n a grin, Jamie went on his way, leaving her laughing as he left. Ten seconds later, a well-worn Roy stopped to catch his breath.
Y/n smirked, knowing that Jamie was exhausting him. She lifted her leg to show her sneakers, “You want me to-“
“No,” Roy panted, keeping one eye on Jamie, “Don’t give him any more fucking energy.”
Roy took off once more after his protege. Y/n watched the two men disappear into the night, smiling and shaking her head.
With nothing else to do, she decided to call her sister. Her and Caylee had a standing catch-up each Sunday and she wasn’t going to miss it.
The dial rang twice before it picked up, “Hey.”
Y/n smiled at the sound of the familiar voice, “Guess where I am?”
“Where?”
“Sitting along a canal in Amsterdam, sipping a coffee, surrounded by people I don’t know.”
“Look at you,” Caylee cheered, “Being all spontaneous and shit.”
With a full mouth, Y/n laughed. “I mean, I knew I’d have the time. Not sure that counts.”
“Still, it’s good to know you’re out. You with anyone?”
“No,” Y/n said, watching one of the boats float down the canal, “Just me.”
Caylee’s silence was deafening, and predicted. By them both.
“So not your boss, who you said keeps inviting you places?” Caylee asked.
Y/n chuckled, “My boss is in Norway right now.”
“And not your other boss who, quite frankly, sounds fucking amazing?”
Y/n sighed, thinking of Rebecca’s earlier invitation. “She…had plans.”
“Not the coach who home invaded you to deliver fresh baked cookies?”
“No,” Y/n was starting to squirm under Caylee’s interrogation, “And they were biscuits.”
“And not the ridiculously hot footballer who’s basically just dropped himself in your lap?”
Y/n pinched the bridge of her nose. Jamie had texted her multiple suggestions on how to spend her night in the city. She’d felt bad ignoring them.
“It’s not-“
“Yeah, I know,” Caylee cut her off, “It’s not like that. That’s not the important part of what I’m saying.”
“What are you saying?”
“You’ve got all these people who are jumping to be around you and you keep pushing them away, and quite frankly, it’s kind of ridiculous.”
Her tongue poking her cheek in frustration, Y/n let her free hand fall to her lap. “Why is it ridiculous?”
“Because you’ve got no reason to be doing it,” Caylee said, no doubt with a shrug. Y/n was inhaling to argue back when she was cut off again. “You’ve got every reason to. I do too. Except these people actually want to be with you. They’re fucking proving it every Sunday night you call me and tell me how you had to dodge another invitation to a birthday party or another drink after a match…”
Y/n felt backed into a metaphorical corner, all too exposed. She kept searching for some comeback, some solid point to make, but couldn’t find one.
“It’s a lot more complicated than that, Caylee,” she said, trying to steady her voice.
“It’s really not,” her sister replied.
“Yes, it is,” Y/n’s tone jumped, “You make it sound like all I have to do is go out for a coffee with my boss and all my issues are magically solved.”
“That’s not what I’m saying.” Caylee, to her credit, didn’t drop her even tone.
“That’s exactly what you’re saying,” Y/n retorted, her brain and her mouth working at different speeds, “Y-you’re saying that I should— I-I should jus-just let them into my life and-“
“When are you going to stop punishing everybody else for what Mom and Dad did to us?”
Y/n’s breath caught in her chest and her stammers stuck to her throat. The truth could paralyze you like that.
Caylee didn’t speak, letting the question wash over her sister. Eventually, after watching someone self-destruct for long enough, subtlety was useless. Sometimes you had to hurt them to help them heal.
“I love you,” Caylee said softly, “But you deserve a better life than this. The only thing standing in the way…”
The sentence didn’t need to be finished. Y/n knew.
“You can hate me if you want.”
Y/n chortled, looking down at her coffee cup. “I’ve tried. Doesn’t work.”
Caylee hummed, her smile somehow vocalized as well.
“I love you,” Y/n returned, “And I’m…sorry. For everything.”
“Yeah, that’s another thing you need to stop doing,” Caylee pointed out, “Stop apologizing for our shitty childhood. You didn’t do anything.”
“Yeah, well, you’re my baby sister,” Y/n sniffled, trying to stop the tears before they’d even formed, “Bit of a habit, I’m afraid.”
“Hey, I turned out fine,” Caylee chuckled, “Boyfriend, job, friends…I’m happy. I just want the same for you.”
Y/n smiled, she was so proud of her sister. She’d built her own life, and had found an inner peace regarding their childhood that Y/n had yet to discover. She wasn’t envious, she longed to understand how Caylee had done it. How she seemed to be able to pack up their parent’s negligence in a box and stick it under her bed. It was all Y/n had wanted since moving to London.
“Well, not that this isn’t fun, getting a verbal finger wagging,” Y/n sighed, “But-“
“Go,” Caylee urged, “You’ll never be in Amsterdam again.”
Y/n furrowed her brows, “I might.”
A sisterly silence crackled between them.
“You’ll never be in Amsterdam again,” Caylee grinned, imagining her tightly-wound sister in a city of such debauchery.
Y/n laughed, “Probably not.”
“I love you,” Caylee repeated, “Really.”
“I love you too,” Y/n echoed, “I’ll call you Sunday.”
“I’ll be here.”
Without another word, the siblings hung up, returning to their corners of the world.
Y/n took a breath, looking down at her coffee as if it held all the answers. She couldn’t very well sit on the damn bench all night, not after that conversation. She needed to do something.
Amsterdam. Tulips. That made sense. She needed to see tulips in their native soil.
Y/n searched the map on her phone and found a nearby garden, less than a half mile’s walk away. She could do that no problem.
On the way over, her thoughts managed to leave her alone. The weight of what Caylee’d said hadn’t fully landed. Weaving between tourists and dodging the drunken ones was certainly enough to keep Y/n occupied. She could keep herself in semi-excitement about her destination.
Upon arriving and paying for admission, she found the gardens to be surprisingly quiet. It was close to closing time and a fair share of parties were heading out the way she was coming.
Y/n strolled through the greenhouse. She found the path to the outer section, the pebbles crunching under her sneakers as she followed the signs with floral markers. Her head stayed quiet.
The sprawling tulip patch was stunning. The marketplace ones Y/n had bought and placed in her kitchen window didn’t do the real thing justice. These bloomed with the kind of radiance that only came with being in the place they truly belonged.
Y/n tried to admire them, but had never been more aware of her solitude. There were families strolling past, couples gazing at the flowers, hand in hand. The bustle of the Amsterdam streets had melted away, the peaceful silence of the gardens provided no escape from one’s thoughts.
She’d been at Richmond four months, growing more and more pleased with the job each day. Except it wasn’t the work that made her happy. She didn’t get a pit in her stomach at the thought of exchanging emails with some sneaker company. She didn’t feel jolts of electricity down her fingers from scrolling Twitter to see how a press conference was received.
It was the matches that thrilled her. Sitting in the owner’s box at Nelson Road. Being squished between Keeley and Rebecca and Higgins. Watching the team run up and down the pitch. Cheering and screaming when one of the boys scored a goal. That was what made her happy.
The tears built as a supercut of moments played in Y/n’s mind. The team, inviting her out after nearly every match, genuinely disappointed each time she declined. Keeley, clawing and scratching her way into Y/n’s life, desperately trying to be a friend. Rebecca, as intimidating as she was, constantly praising Y/n on her talents, always encouraging her. Ted, offering time and time again to be there for her, to welcome her into their fold. Jamie, texting her a full fucking itinerary for a night he wouldn’t even be there for. Helping her find an apartment. Listening to her talk about her shitty childhood.
Being there for her.
They all wanted to be there for her.
And she was too fucking scared to let them.
Y/n sniffled, her eyes so blurred that the tulips turned to watercolor blobs.
“Ahem.”
She turned to her right, a grey haired man taking slow steps toward her, pulling something from his jacket.
“Here you go, dear” he said, offering her a handkerchief.
“Oh,” Y/n tried to collect herself, inevitably failing and taking the cloth, “Thank you.”
“No need,” the elderly man held up a hand, he spoke with a thick Dutch accent. “It is easy to recognize a broken heart.”
“Oh, no,” she denied as she dried her eyes. She tried to give a small smile, “I’m just a little lonely. It’ll pass.”
“Ah,” he came to stand beside her, facing the tulips, “I would not say that.”
Y/n stayed silent, sensing the stranger had more to say.
“Loneliness…it is like a warning. A wave lapping at the shores,” he smoothed his hand over the air, “It grows a little bigger, and it starts to hit the shore. And out in the distance, more begin to build. But still,” he shrugged, “No storm, no worries. It is simply a wave. Until the skies darken, and the storm shows up,” he moved his hand to simulate bursts of thunder and lightning, “And everybody is running and asking ‘Ahhh! How? How did this happen? Why did no one tell us this was coming?’”
Y/n smiled slightly as the man clasped his hands together, speaking higher for the imitation.
“And the storm says,” he cleared his throat, “‘I did tell you. The waves grew wilder and wilder, but it was of no concern to you. You laughed and continued on, saying that it was nothing...that it would pass.’”
Y/n clenched the handkerchief tighter in her fist.
“Loneliness is not to be isolated further,” the man mused, smiling grandfatherly at Y/n, “Rather, to be smothered in the company of good friends, a lover. Family.”
Whether he was an angel or a hallucination, the man was telling Y/n everything the part of her mind she didn’t listen to did. She’d hidden away all her life, terrified to let anyone in. The effort had finally beaten her. She was tired of the loneliness, tired of lying, tired of fending off the efforts of those who were already in her heart.
Y/n gave a watery smile, “You might be right.”
He smiled back, “Maybe.”
With a wink, he started back up the path he’d come.
“Wait,” Y/n held up the handkerchief, “You forgot this.”
The man looked back and waved a little, “Keep it. A little reminder not to be alone for too long.”
He went off then, Y/n watched him until he disappeared around a corner, feeling dumbstruck. Terrified. Relieved. She wasn’t sure what she was supposed to do, but her feet set off with such purpose, it didn’t matter if she knew. She was on the right track.
She ended up in the red light district, of all places. There was no one to call, each of the Greyhounds off on their own adventures, but Y/n was determined to be somewhere there was life. To do something. Not stand on the sidelines and pretend she had no desire to be in the middle of it all. A jazz club seemed like the perfect answer.
The establishment she decided on was busy, but not too crowded. She took cautious steps through, hoping she didn’t pick too rowdy of a place. Soft jazz played from the stage at the back of the smoky room. She was about to settle at the bar when she spotted the backs of two heads she knew quite well.
Walking up to the two men, Y/n tapped Higgins on the shoulder.
“Y/n,” he exclaimed, no doubt a little tipsy, “What are you doing here?”
“Just wandered in,” she replied, looking past him and giving a little wave to Will, “You mind if I join you guys?”
“Oh, please,” Will gestured to the table, jumping up from his seat to help Y/n into a chair.
“The more the merrier,” Higgins added before going back to playing the upright air-bass.
Y/n tried not to laugh, she’d never seen him off-the-clock. She suspected Will hadn’t either as the two of them caught each other’s eye, sharing a look of mutual amusement.
“Has he been like this all night?” Y/n asked.
“Uh, little bit, yeah,” Will answered, Higgins scatting in the background.
One of the women that had been playing on stage made her way down to the Richmond table, scrunching down to Higgins’ level. She raised her voice over the music, “Do you play?”
Higgins startled, stumbling over his words due to surprise and liquor. “Uh…um…”
Y/n smiled and turned to the woman, “He does.”
“Yes, he— Yes, he does,” Will was quick to follow, “He plays bass because Chet Baker- Chet Ba- Do you know who Chet Baker is?”
The woman smiled sweetly at Will.
“All right, okay,” he replied, settling back in his chair and looking to Y/n, reminding her of an excitable puppy.
“What do you say, Higgins?” Y/n asked, looking over at her co-worker.
He looked to be wrestling with an already made decision. Will patted him on the shoulder, urging him to accept the unspoken offer. Buoyed by his co-workers, Higgins scooted his chair back and followed the woman up to the stage. Will and Y/n cheered him on.
“We went to see where Chet Baker killed himself,” Will said, his grin didn’t quite match his words.
Y/n raised her brows, still smiling. “Well, that must’ve been fun.”
“It was,” Will replied, “What have you been doing?”
Higgins took hold of the bass, getting a feel for it before playing a complex intro to a song.
Y/n’s eyes never left the stage, “Nothing as fun as this.”
“Let’s get lost now!” Higgins called to the crowd.
Everyone let out a shout of approval, Will and Y/n’s the loudest, and the rest of the band kicked in. Y/n pulled out her phone and opened her camera app, she hit record just as the woman who’d pulled Higgins up began to sing.
As the song played, for the first time in four months, Y/n smiled so broadly, her cheeks hurt. When Higgins went into a solo, she grabbed Will’s arm and the two of them watched ecstatically. She felt like she’d come to an oasis in the middle of a desert, not even realizing how in need of water she was.
When the song ended, she was the first one to her feet.
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The next morning, the Greyhounds were surprisingly sober aboard the Coach. They went about their separate conversations, waiting for the last of them to find their way onto the bus.
An unfamiliar pair of shoes slapped up the steps, drawing a couple of eyes upward.
Y/n stopped at the front of the bus, holding up a beanie.
“This,” she said loud enough to get all the player’s attention, “Is a collection plate. It will be sitting at the back of the bus, where at some point during the eleven hour drive back to our lovely nation, you will each place an unspecified amount of money which, in total, will amount to what we owe the hotel in damages to pillows,” Y/n held up a finger, smiling annoyedly, “And keep in mind, I do know your salaries. Give accordingly.”
There was a mixture of shame and amusement on the Greyhound’s faces, but no real regret. Nor was Y/n actually mad. She had questions, but she couldn’t stop herself from laughing when she came down to the lobby and saw Higgins doing damage control at the concierge desk over the feathery mess.
She made her way to the back of the bus where Ted and a very dressed-up Beard sat.
“Hey, stranger,” Ted greeted, looking up from his notebook, “How’d Amsterdam treat ya?”
“Alright,” she replied, looking at the empty spot next to Ted, “Do you…mind if I join you guys?”
Ted smiled, surprised but delighted. He knew if he said too much he might scare Y/n right back off the bus, “You kiddin’? Scoot your boot, c’mon.”
Sliding in beside him, Y/n exhaled against the plush seat. Will had already packed her bags in the luggage compartment and she’d texted Rebecca to let her know she wouldn’t be joining her on the jet back to London.
She finally got a full look at Beard’s ensemble. A big snout and pig ears, a glittery jumpsuit with silver platform boots, and an unmistakable blue and red lightning bolt painted across his face.
“I hate that I know what you’re going for,” Y/n remarked across the table.
“Don’t hate it,” Beard replied, spreading his hands, “Embrace it.”
Y/n chuckled before the cheering from the Greyhounds caught her ear. She glanced down the aisle to spot Rebecca making her way towards them.
“Hey,” she greeted.
“Hey, boss,” Ted added as Rebecca slid in next to Y/n, looking more relaxed than ever. “So, twelve unanswered texts, three un-haha’ed GIFs. We good?”
“I’m sorry, Ted,” Rebecca smiled, speaking slowly, “My phone is at the bottom of a canal.”
Ted pondered the answer, “Is that Keats?”
Rebecca shook her head, “Nope.”
“Well, I guess I didn’t need to send that text,” Y/n commented, “I won’t be on the plane home, by the way.”
Rebecca gave a breathy laugh, reaching over to pat Y/n’s hand. Out of character as all get out, but Y/n was happy to see her boss so…at peace.
“Hey, Will,” Ted called down to the kitman, “How we looking?”
“Uh, we’re two short,” Will answered, “Who’s missing?”
Y/n had clocked the missing presences the second she’d stepped on the bus. Being the closest to the window, she was the first to spot them, but she didn’t quite believe what she saw.
Jamie rode up beside the bus on a bike, Roy sitting behind him and hanging on with one arm slung round Jamie’s hips.
“You lovely people,” Jamie called out as Roy eagerly hopped off.
“Oh, this is gonna be good,” Y/n remarked.
“Don’t fucking ask,” Roy groaned as he came down the aisle, “Let’s go.”
Just as he’d taken his seat, Jamie jumped aboard, holding his fists in the air. “We saw a windmill!”
The Greyhounds cheered, high-fiving Jamie as he found a seat. He caught Y/n sandwiched between Rebecca and Ted, the two of them sharing a grin.
“You take my advice?”
Y/n shook her head, “Not a bit.”
Jamie clutched his chest, letting himself fall into one of the chairs. “I’m hurt,” he called over the chatter.
Rebecca slid her feet up onto the table, shutting her eyes as if she meant to go to drift off. This was the most relaxed Y/n had ever seen her, and she suspected the same went for Ted.
“Everything okay, boss?” Ted asked.
Waiting a moment, Rebecca responded with a tune that had had a much different meaning the day before.
“Don’t worry,” she sang, “‘Bout a thing. ‘Cause every little thing’s, gonna be all right.”
“Well,” Ted smiled, “I appreciate it.”
“Singin’ don’t worry,” Beard continued, singing back quite nasally, “About a thing.”
Y/n laughed, what else was there to do? She was watching a man in a David Bowie/swine get-up sing Bob Marley, and there was literally no place she’d rather be.
“‘Cause every little thing,” Rebecca sang along with Beard, “Gonna be all right.”
Ted chuckled alongside Y/n, “Ready for eleven hours of this?”
“Definitely,” Y/n nodded.
“Everybody!” Beard called to the bus before continuing the song, “Don’t worry…”
As she sang with the team, Y/n felt the four month old tension she’d been holding melt away. This was where she belonged, this was where she wanted to stay.
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konig is your roommate
wc: 995 warnings: none just fluff, quick mentions of crying, fem reader (not much metions of female characteristics) a/n: oh lord my first contribution to the cod fandom after consuming brainrot on here and tiktok for the past couple of months :3 i can def do a pt 2 to this with smut but i just wanted to dip my toes in first and see if anybody even likes this lmao MINORS DNI (have your age in your bio or you're getting blocked)
How you ended up with a man in his mid 30s that’s retired from the military as a roommate is beyond you
You were a broke teacher living paycheck to paycheck and you needed to find a way to conserve costs
You posted a Craigslist posting (definitely not shady at all) looking for a roommate and he messaged you within the first hour of you posting to see if he could check the place out!
It was mildly jarring seeing a 6’10 man in a black surgical mask show up ringing your doorbell. You couldn’t even see above his chest when you looked through the peephole
He was so quiet when you first tried to spark up a conversation with him that you thought he hated your apartment and maybe even you…
Before he even finished his tour of the apartment he took out an envelope of cash from his pocket that had enough to cover the first three months of rent :0
He moved in all of his belongings the following week while texting you a few times leading up to his move in date just confirming what time he’ll be showing up and if you’re still okay with the agreement
He was equally dry over text as he was in person it was a hard obstacle to jump over to get him to open up with you
The first time he actually started a conversation with you was when he saw you diligently working in the living room on a lesson plan for the upcoming week
At first he just sat down on the couch silently from you just watching you and this didn’t bother you as you’ve come to learn that he is more of an observer than a talker
“Um…what are you working on?”
Your head shot up and a smile spread on your face this was the first time Konig has expressed any interest in your career
“I’m cutting out flashcards I made for the kids so they can match the words to the pictures! I just procrastinated a little bit so I’m doing it all now.” You chuckled and he hummed in acknowledgement
After that conversation the interactions over the months got a lot more comfortable
So here we are now (it’s been about 5 months) and you and Konig are having your weekly movie and pizza night
You let Konig pick the movie this week and you were quite surprised that he chose ‘Inside Out’
Seeing such a large man engrossed in such a cute animated movie made your cheeks hurt with how it made you smile
He was quite surprised when he turned around and saw tears running down your cheeks after watching the scene of Bing Bong die
His eyes widened and without thinking he scooped you up into a hug while you let out all the sad feelings from the characters sacrifice
“Gosh Konig I’m so sorry! That was really silly. I shouldn't be crying so hard over a kid’s movie.”
You looked up at him and your eyes met with his cerulean ones. They had such a tender look to them and it made you and the room feel a lot hotter than what you remember
With a haste Konig pulled down his mask and placed a chaste kiss on your cheek
Needless to say you guys just stared at each other like this: :000 for about a minute before either of you said anything
You were the first one to speak up
“Konig, that was the cutest thing you’ve ever done.”
He just blushed and broke the eye contact and coughed to try and clear his throat
“I, u-um I wanted to do that for a while actually.”
Hearing him say this made you giggle and to reciprocate the feelings you’ve also been holding on to you placed a peck onto his forehead.
“I’ve wanted to do that for a while too so now we’re even! The ball’s in your court now Konig, do with that info what you will.”
You pranced off into your room and giggled while Konig was stuck on the couch just absolutely stunned as to what happened.
The next day you wake up and see a note that was slipped under your door. You open it up and it brings a warm smile to your face
‘Dinner at my place tonight! Wear something nice ;)’ You giggled knowing that Konig wasn’t the biggest fan of being in crowded places so a dinner at home was a perfect plan
You noticed Konig wasn’t home so you decided to go to the grocery store really quick and pick up two bottles of white wine for the night
Once you were back at the house you heard Konig was in the shower so you decided to go take a shower yourself and get yourself ready.
You decided to go the full nine yards and put on a red velvet mini dress and do your hair
When you stepped out you saw Konig already at the stove getting dinner ready. You snuck up behind him and wrapped your arms around his waist
“Whatcha cookin’?” Your voice was muffled into his back and you felt the vibrations of his chuckle
“It's a surprise schatz so go sit in the living room till I’m done”
“What’s a schatz?” All he did was laugh at your response and usher you out the kitchen
You sat in the living room with a pout on your face until you heard Konig call your name to let you come back into the kitchen
Your mouth watered seeing the chicken parmesan dished out and two poured out glasses of wine
“Oh Konig, this is great!” You stood on your tippy toes to give him a kiss of gratefulness
“Careful Y/N if you keep kissing me like that we’ll never get to dinner…” The sound of his voice was deep and a bit gruff
“And is that really a problem?”
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DCA Promptober Day 11: Naptime
Y'all had your fun, now it's back to business. This goes from 0 to 100 real fast so please pay attention to the content warning, also adding a read more just in case.
Word count: 956
Content warning: mentions of blood, injury, child death, reader descresion is advised
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It's naptime, and you're not asleep.
Oh, how you would be if you could. How you so desperately wish that you could. You stand no chance at reaching the light switch. No chance at saving the day. The only thing you can do is sit crowded in a hidden corner of the play structure with the few kids you could grab. Like a coward. Arms tightly around them to try and shield them as best you can from the danger lurking outside.
You think, hope, pray, that some of them are actually asleep out there. That they didn't get woken up by the screams of the children who happened to wake up. The others though, god the others, you can't, you won't-these kids need you. Need you to be brave, need you to protect them. You don't think you can.
One of them makes a small whimper, you near silently shush her, pulling her more into your chest so if she sobs, it'll be muffled. She clings to you tightly, and you suppress a wince. The wound across your chest thankfully isn't deep, but it hurt, and you had no way to stop the bleeding currently.
You had felt your entire world shut down at that moment. Witness everything come plummeting down so suddenly. Instead of not being able to look away from a car crash, you were experiencing the crash. And it hurt.
You blame yourself, even if someone else would argue it's not your fault. You didn't know. Hell, you don't think even Sun knew. Is he even okay? Is he gone too? Not until it happened. Not until you turned off the lights.
"Alright," You turn, watching as Moon appears, "Everybody's down for the count, they're pretty exhausted from freeze tag so we should have an easy go of it. In the meantime, I found my copy of The Princess Bride, I say we find a good vantage point and get a couple chapters in. What do you say to that?"
No response. He just stares at you.
This has been happening sometimes lately, you think it may just be a delay in the switch. You know he's been self-conscious about it, so you try to make light of it.
You make a radio noise with your mouth, "Cht. Earth to Moon-man. This is mission control, requesting cuddles and story-time while on the job. Do you copy?"
Something clicks.
"Ye-yes, yes, let's... do that," He shakes his head, seeming, groggy.
You giggle quietly, "Are you sure you don't need a nap, sleepy head?"
It takes another second, you swear you see his optics flash another color before he shakes his head again, chuckling.
"Not at all," He offers his hand to you, "Shall we?"
You grin to yourself, doing your best to contain your excitement. You've been waiting for ages to get into this book with him. Not to mention spending unrestricted one-on-one time.
You take it, feeling a rush once the two of you start flying through the air.
From there, things are good. Great even. You and Moon are able to get through the prologue and first chapter or so. The problem arises when suddenly, the power goes out to the rest of the Plex.
You look up, instinctively putting a hand on the arm Moon has around you, "What's going on?"
"I'm, not sure."
The sudden lack of noise rouses one of the kids, he sits up, rubbing at his eyes with a yawn.
"Ah, shoot, Morgan's up. Here, help me down and I'll-" You're suddenly cold as Moon abruptly stands up, jumping down from the play structure without a word.
Confused, you follow after him, taking a nearby slide.
You walk over to where he towers over the boy-not his usual routine for these things that should have been your first clue-and get there in time to overhear;
"It's past your bedtime."
That's, not his usual voice. Well, it is. But there's something off about it.
Morgan notices too, he looks a bit frightened by the gravely sound.
Moon's faceplate tilts to the side, "Naughty children must be punished."
It's then that you think to look down to his hand where, when did he get claws. Why would Moon ever need claws, that kind of upgrade is only for Monty or Freddy-
He's raising his hand, Morgan is cowering. You need to move.
Without thinking, you dash in between the two, arms out wide to shield the child behind you.
Moon hesitates, stuttering, glitching, but his hands slices across your chest all the same.
Morgan screams, you hiss at the pain. Moon suddenly disappears into the dark above the Daycare. And kids start to wake up.
Everything from there is a blur. You remembering panicking, trying to calm down crying kids. your chest being on fire, and then everything suddenly getting ten times worse.
You still don't know what's going on out there. Out in the rest of the Plex. You don't know why no one has come to check on you all, come to save you, nobody's going to save you, just done something. But you have no way of reaching out. No way of getting out of here either. For now, you have to survive. You have to. You have to try.
You become aware of someone looking at you before you actually see the light crawl across the floor before landing on you and the backs of the kids.
Your grip becomes firmer, face more determined, as the sound of bells gets closer and closer. You take a deep breath, and steel your gaze to look at him.
Red eyes face yours on the other side of the plastic cage.
It's naptime. And you're not asleep.
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Wow man, I was uh, yeah I don't know where this came from. Oof. Angst AND horror. My b guys. ANYWHO Three promptobers in a day, my writing brain is BACK baby (it has been gone for several weeks bc of sinusitis, but I'll talk about that more in the CS ch. 35 update) The other promptobers I've done are here if you haven't seen them already. The previous ones haven’t been as intense horror-wise as this so if you're looking for something a little chiller I would suggest giving them a try. Thanks for reading!
#my brain really chose violence with this one#my goodness#and by violence I mean in the story AND against you all#sorry that just seems to happen when I'm eepy#3 PROMPTOBERS 1 AUTHOR 1 DAY BABYYYY#part of day 9 was done yesterday but besides that#all done in the same 24 hour span 😤😤😤#and now I SLEEP#dcatober24#fnaf dca#dca fandom#fnaf daycare attendant#fnaf sun#fnaf moon#dca fic#x reader#cw injury#cw blood
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Mollie I’m in desperate need of Curt HC’s from the young vet au!!! If you want!! Please don’t let me annoy you about it!!! <3
these are dedicated to @johnslittlespoon bc i associate curt with them <3
most importantly, he ain’t dead! this is an AU and i make the rules, yay
still from new york, still a little crazy
this is in the 21st century and post don’t ask don’t tell being abolished. but people are still people and a handful still give bucky and gale shit when they pick up on their relationship. curt is protective of them and gets into more than one yelling match and/or brawl coming to their defense
puts himself in charge of making the hype up playlists for the field and takes it super seriously. doesn’t take requests either, everyone just has to trust his judgment.
when he gets his leg blown off by a land mine and goes home he says they aren’t allowed to let anyone else make the playlists, he’ll keep doing it from the states.
but before he leaves when he’s still in the hospital in bagram he gets in his head about how he wasn’t doing anything “noble” when he got hurt and was just in the wrong place at the wrong time
bucky tells him that doesn’t mean anything- that his being here at all was noble and nothing can take that away.
curt says he doesn’t know about that, and sees bucky’s face shift.
they change the topic.
the guys are all bummed to see him go home but bucky is *crushed*. gale sits up with him the first couple nights he’s gone and rubs his back while he cries. he just really misses his buddy 💔
when curt gets back to the states he gets a service dog that’s the most spoiled dog on earth. that’s his baby and he names it some goofy human name like tony soprano.
he keeps in touch with everyone while they’re still over seas. but the first people he sees when they’re back stateside are gale and bucky- flying out to visit once they’re settled in wyoming.
he knew bucky wasn’t doing great, but actually seeing how bad he’s doing in the flesh makes his gut twist. especially when he brushes it off. especially when he can see it in gale’s eyes how worried and exhausted he is.
it comes to a head one night when bucky and gale get into argument and bucky goes from 0-100 in about 60 seconds. curt steps in to intervene, tells bucky to come outside with him and smoke to cool off.
bucky tells him to fuck off and mind his business.
“we don’t need a couples therapist, get the fuck outta’ my god damn house.”
“yeah no can do bucky. not letting you talk to gale like this, or me. get outside. now.”
but bucky is stubborn and just doesn’t move. gale looks near tears and before curt can think better of it he smacks bucky upside the head.
“look at what you’re doing to him- you think this shit is cute? when’s the last time he raised his voice at you off the cuff?”
gale tells him to stop, even if he does appreciate someone else trying to get through to him.
tells him to stop because he knows what’s coming when he sees bucky’s bottom lip shake.
bucky bursts into tears and presses his hands into his eyes- mumbling about being too fucked up for all of this as his chest heaves.
“i got my shit too man, come on, let’s go outside.”
bucky follows him this time and they sit out there for 2 hours talking about the war and the government and PTSD and the VA’s office.
which is apparently just as incompetent in new york.
but bucky can’t help but laugh at one of curt’s gripes with them being that his insurance would cover an a-typical prosthetic, not a peg leg from some guy that manufactures them in his garage upstate.
he needed that laugh.
“i put gale through too much. feel like he regrets getting a marriage certificate the second we came back. not settlin’ down with some girl. not like he’d have a hard time getting one.”
“hey- no way. he loves you. wouldn’t be so bent up seeing you hurting if he didn’t. if he wanted out- he wouldn’t be here. you’re the self destructor, all respect. not buck.”
bucky taps his cig in the ash tray on the patio table.
“when you’d get so smart?”
“gotta compensate for havin’ one less leg with something.”
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