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[briefalpacashark]

~Charades~

You play charades with the 141 lads.

“We should play charades,” it was a small suggestion, half-jokingly. You were locked up in a random corner of the world were Wi-Fi, and entertainment was scarce. 

The boys had agreed. 

You and Soap offered to be the smaller team if you could work together.

Worst mistake of the boy's life. You had all chucked in bets and items you had brought on deployment. Sweet foods, beers, money and even an unfinished sudoku was on the line. 

You all threw pieces of paper with random things written on them into a hat which you would draw from. Both teams tried to write items that only their team would know.

It didn't help the other team in the slightest.

You each had one minute to guess the most items. First it was the other teams go. They got a few and stumbled over a questionably worded one.

Then it was your and Soap's time to shine.

Soap opted to be the charader and you the guesser. Soap shook out his body cracking his neck as he got ready. Your expression were deathly serious as you readjusted in the seat moving forward to place your wight on your knees.

“They are way to serious for this,” Gaz grinned at the others.

“Shut up,” you snapped.

“Alright ready? Start!” Price stated the timer.

“Bacon,

Cigars

Rocket launcher

Swiss cheese

Fucking BRITS!

Laswell!

Highland cow!

FLUFFERNUTTER!

Bruce Springsteen!

Parsnips! NO! BUSELSPROUTS!

PRICE!” in a rapid-fire succession Soap shot out barely one movement before you guessed it.

“Time!” Price announced. In excitement you stood, pumped full of adrenalin.

“FUCK THE BRITS!” Soap exclaimed in excitement.

“FUCKEN OATH!” you yelled as you clasped hands before chest bumping.

“How the hell did they do that?” Gaz asked as bewildered as the others.

“They cheated,” Ghost shrugged.

“Fuck off,” you grinned.

“I don't know. That seemed mighty specious,” Price shrugged.

“You lot don't understand. The lass and I have a connection. Synced at the mind,” Soap explained half serious tapping his temple.

“Of course they wouldn't understand. They're British,” you said patting Soaps shoulder, shaking you head like you had just heard some difficult news.

“There is no way you didnt cheat,” Gaz shock his head.

“Oh you dont belive us do you?” You asked.

“How about this. I've got one more. It hasn't been written down so there no way she could have known it. If she gets it in under a second you all have to admit we won fair and square,” Soap proposed the idea. The lads looked at each other. It was a worthy gamble. 

“Fine,” Price nodded.

You got ready once again Soap rubbing his hands together as you prepared yourself. You propped yourself on your knees as you stared at him.

“You fuckers watching?’ Soap asked.

“We're watching,” Gaz said.

“Good cause your about to see some real fucking magic,” you stated.

“Alright Price count us down,” Soap ordered.

“3, 2, 1,” Price said. Soap rose to his full height, holding both his hands up in ok sighs. His eyebrows raised, and he blew his cheeks out with a huff.

“SIMONS ASS!” You screamed at the top of your lungs. 

Let's just say you guys won.

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[summermoonshine]

Call Of Duty : MWIII - TRAITOR SOAP

Okay, HEAR ME OUT (actually there's no one to hear me out so i'm basically writing this for me myself and my own poor sad soul).

So. Since the release of the trailer, the theory about a traitor Soap has spread, mainly because during the MWIII trailer they used the colour red on the new skin.

[I'll pretend to ignore that the headphones and the keffiyeh are identical to those worn by Ghost - which would open up many other unfortunate scenarios (: the killing of Ghost by Soap who kept the headphones and keffiyeh in memory), see below:

but let's go on for now...]

What if it was more than just the colour red? Le'ts recall that Soap was originally - or maybe purposely - sent by General Shepherd to team up with Ghost, and we know that General Shepherd later teamed up with Graves. So it would make sense that Soap didn't check for Graves' dead body after the explosion in the tank, right? (I mean, they acted like buddies from day 0...)

Also, what if Soap's anger upon the discovery of Graves' betrayal (with his famous line: ''Graves whaTTTCHA FFUCK'') was caused because THEIR secret deal was failing? This would justify why the Shadows took the trouble to search far and wide for Soap on the streets (maybe they were afraid he would spill the tea? huh), despite Graves and all the others being afraid of Ghost (he was, c'mon, who wouldn't be).

Speaking of him, it is interesting to underline how, throughout the duration of the campaign, not only is there a true character development (Ghost went from being a lone wolf to being part of a team; a team that he himself stated and claimed as his - which means the world for a creepy lonely ass like him) but there are also his ''advice'' to guide us through. He, in fact, warns us about betrayals, trust, how ''people you know can hurt you the most'' and that ''you want to be (a) better (man) than me, Johnny''. This makes me wonder: what if Ghost had sensed Soap's betrayal right from the start (or maybe he already knew it, and for this reason his first exclamation is ''Fucking Hell'' when he sees Soap before wheeling up)? Let's remember that OG Ghost was killed by General Shepherd because he trusted him. Now Soap would be doing his same mistakes: What if Ghost's ''advices'' were small clues to try to put Soap back on the right track? Again: what if, finally, Ghost took off his balaclava in front of Los Vaqueros (here's a little note: let's remember what happened with Alejandro's safehouse: they didn't trust Soap. The only one who had the coordinates was Ghost), the TF141 and Soap (who shows a more than satisfied grin after seeing Ghost without it) because it's his (Ghost's) way to settle the accounts and even the things out forever? Ghost already died once, is it now Simon's turn? (actually, i don't believe Ghost will be the one to die this time - i'm in my delulu cloud, let me be).

Lastly, i'd like to pinpoint a thing or two about Price (speaking of deaths...). In the MWIII trailer we see this scene (he's just sleepy yeah right true?!):

but let's focus on his hands:

Which ones are they clinging to? Soap's? No: Gaz. Maybe, MAYBE, he was close to the truth and that was a hint for our lad to beware of something (or maybe, someone...)? Also, where's Ghost? Why did they split? SoapxGhost and PricexGaz were almost standard pairs for MWII.

And that's talking about ''pairs'', that here i stand with my last point: amongst the various interactions and banters between Soap and Ghost during the Alone Mission, there's an interesting question that Soap asks before Ghost gives his impressive quotes about trust (although he tries to divert the answers as much as possible and to be as evasive as possible on his ideas regarding the others - later revealed during the missions, such as the arrival of Price and Gaz and the news that Laswell is still on their side which leads Ghost to say that she's ''still as solid as a rock'': so he KNOWS who to ''trust'', but he refused to admit it to Soap by choice). Soap, on the other hand, does not. That's why he asks: ''What about Captain Price?'' (read: can I trust him?). One of the answer is: ''I trust the Captain'', the other one: ''I don't trust anyone right now, even Price". Maybe, and just MAYBE, they were just already showing us some nuances of Soap's character but we didn't notice it? At least... not yet?

(Credits for the pics and gif to: @sleepyconfusedpotato @mctvsh Please, give me the credits if ya repost it, 🌱)

[stormoflina]

Hello again! It's the same overly talkative anon from the last ask lol

I wanted to talk more about the social media thing, which it sounds like you have a lot to talk about too! I didn't follow Dom when he was at Leipzig but I'm going to go out on a limb and assume the spotlight and reaction to him on social media was not as big as it now but I know he's like the king of Hungary (in a good way) anyway I say that because when it comes to the prem the fans and media are a lot less forgiving and love to put players in a box.

For instance Dom is very handsome (as are a lot players in Liverpool) but he's gotten labeled as the pretty boy who cares more about his hair than he does about his performances which is silly because every player cares about their outward appearance that's why they get haircuts and tattoos and etc. It's kind of similar with people screaming from the rooftops that Trent can't defend if he makes one missed tackle.

Anyway I think if Dom was less attractive or less confident people would stop raging about him loving the camera, if anything it's just a reaction to how good he looks on camera. Personally I already know he has a nice face and I still get caught off guard when he pops up on the TV, bless the dinosaurs that made the fuel to bring his parents together 🤣

Hii! 🫶🏼

Apologies for the late answer! I started writing a whole ass novell to you, then lost internet connection and I lost everything. But maybe it's for the better, because I was borderline psychoanalysing people lol. 😭

I admit, I couldn't really stomach following RB Leipzig just for him lol, I only started paying more attention to them (well Domi, and they came with him) after Marco Rose became their manager - I really like that man - so, I don't know tbh how he was perceived by their fans or even in the media really. What's evident is that he was a favourite of the social media team, judging by their insta haha. In Hungary, it's very hit or miss. He is either perceived as basically the Chosen One from the Footy Gods, or very harshly, unfairly criticised hated on for everything. There are a surprising amount of miserable people who are hoping that he will flop hard as a rock in Liverpool, but then again, he is still much more beloved, especially ever since he became the captain. Our sports media, hmm, let's just say, very amateur, and because Dominik is our most successful player he gets his ass kissed ever since he signed for Liverpool. The thing is with that however, is that they try to frame it more like a Hungarian success story, rather than the success story of Dominik, if that makes sense. So it's not really about the persona of Dominik, but rather the Hungarian who did something that not many could in the last few decades. Or at least that's how I see it overall.

However, all this vain, egoistical gimmick is not something that has been present in his usual criticism until recently. I mean it makes sense, the media needs characters, easily noticeable one or two traits they can give to players to sell the stories and the narrative better, and let's be honest, Dominik is a very easy target for that. For one, yes, that he is objectively a handsome man, but what I think is even more important is the way he carries himself. I think he is not someone, who will 'bow down' if that makes sense, he has a strong personality, a strong trust and sense of himself and his abilities, and he is very honest about that. The media loves underdog stories, especially for people like Dominik, but it's very evident that he doesn't lean into that. Even in Hungary, he asked the journalists multiple times, to stop listening to all his achievements, calling him the nt's best player, trying to sell the story of the 'poor hungarian lad who somehow did the unthinkable'. He seemed pretty rejective towards these underdog PR questions they tried to do with him in the start, which honestly from a straight PR point turned out to be a mistake for him, for sure hahah. But I can respect the dedication to be true to his morals and character, rather than playing the well-crafted PR character.

This turned out into me, rumbling I'm so sorry. I truly can talk a lot. 😭😭 Please, don't be shy to do the same, I absolutely love reading all your options!! 💗

[alyisweyerd]

Colors

Summary: You have troubles sleeping, so does Bucky. You both realize you need each other. (I suck at summaries)

THIS TOOK ME FOREVER. Writers block hit me like a train as soon as i got started! But no fear! I finally got it done! This is for @buckysmischief​ #gabs1kwritingchallenge ! I hope yall enjoy!

THIS IS NSFW. IF YOU’RE UNDERAGE PLEASE DO NOT READ.

Warnings: Smut, friends with benefits, Buck being a dumb, reader also being a dumb

Enjoy!

              You leaned against the door frame to his room, arms crossed, you could tell he was awake. The way his frame tensed when the door creaked. Underneath the blankets was Bucky. If you didn’t know what it was you probably wouldn’t notice the brunette locks that laid flat on his pillow in a mess. The room was dark. Dark to the point where you wouldn’t know there was a bed or someone in it if the hall light wasn’t on in annoying florescent fashion. The door frame creaked as you got off of it, trying your best to stay quiet even though the super soldier was awake and knew it was you.

Closing the door sent the room into a blanket of darkness, the only light now illuminating him was the moon itself. Eyes trying hard to adjust, you move forward into the darkness of his room, knees brushing the edge of the bed, letting it dip underneath the pressure as you gather yourself up on it and underneath the duvet. You heard his breath hitch at the feel of your hands touching his bare shoulder. Tonight, you would curl up behind him and remind him that you’re here, Steve’s here, Sam is here. He has people that he can count on. Even if that just meant cuddling after a nightmare.

You knew his nightmares were bad. Across the hall and two doors to the left you could still hear him screaming. Tonight, was just like every other, except this time, you came to his aid. You always attempted to leave him be, he never was one to like being coddled. So, as you slipped your arm around his masculine frame, you felt the sweat, the shivering, you heard the shakiness in his gasping breath. The small tell-tale signs he has been dreaming of terrors that haunt his every move.

You two stayed like that, comforting him as he came back down to earth, doing nothing but grounding the man back to his bed, letting your fingers caress his stomach. The silence heavy but needed until Bucky felt like he was okay. Letting your eyes slide shut you listened to his shallow breathing and the heavy heartbeat that sang through his body.

“Thank you.” It was loud compared to the silence they just had. But his voice was barely a whisper. You hummed as he grabbed your arm wrapped around him and pulled you tighter. “Thank you.” He spoke once again, voice sounding tight in his throat as he pulled your hand to his mouth and kissed your tender knuckles.

Letting your head rest against his back you whispered, “Anything for you. You know that.” Letting the silence set in, the two of you both shut your tried to sleep more.

The morning came, and as you awoke, you felt the warmth of a sleeping super soldiers against you. His slow deep breaths tickling the nape of your neck as he wrapped his arms around your frame. Breathing in you inhaled him in, smelling of cinnamon and wood-fires, you snuggled closer to the burly man allowing yourself a moment of peace before he awakens and pushes you away.

His heart skipped and his breathing stuttered. He was awake. “Good morning, James.” Bucky looked down at you, eyes still foggy from sleep as he realizes whom he’s with and where he is.

“Why do you do this?” Bucky paused and pushed your shoulders so he can look at you. “Why do you come? Why bother?” You could tell the nightmare plagued Bucky’s mind still.

“Because… I care about you…” You rested your hand lightly on his chest as he flinched from your intimate touch. “You matter to me, Bucky.” Grey blue eyes met yours as he searched for the truth. Stretching upwards, your lips touched his in a feather light kiss. Painstakingly slow Bucky started to return the loving gesture you gave him. His arm tightening around you, your hands rushing up to his neck as he nudged your legs apart, you wrap one of them around his waist hoping to pull him even closer.

Your hands found his hair and you scratched at his scalp, making a deep guttural moan come from the large man. His calloused hand roaming your back, down your spine and to your hips, letting his hands caress the top of your ass. You pressed your chest against him, letting Bucky hold you tight. Kisses between the two of you got deeper as Bucky begged for entrance inside of your mouth, tongues colliding in a quiet, wet dance. Pressing against each other for dominance. Hands still in his hair you pulled, making another groan come from the burly man.

Pulling away from your mouth he worked his lips lower. Kissing your cheeks, jaw, neck, and stopping on your clavicle to suck a sweet bruise into your skin. A noise came from you that you haven’t heard in a while. Continuing his journey down your body he reached for the end of your shirt, pulling up on it.   Letting the piece of clothing fall to the ground Bucky continued, sucking and biting small marks onto your chest. Reaching your breasts, Bucky latched his mouth onto your right nipple, both of you releasing a groan he twisted your other nipple with his cold metal fingers. Your hands grasping at his hair, pulling at his long locks.

Your brain finally kicked into function and you opened your eyes. “B-Bucky…” You pushed against him to pull him back, “Bucky, please.” He finally got the hint and lifted his face, eyes full of sleepy lust.

“Mmm. What?” Bucky nuzzled your neck, leaving sloppy kisses.

You pulled up, resting your body on your elbows, your chest still on full display to Bucky as he slowly devoured you with his eyes. “Do you really think this is right? I mean… If we do this…”

“This doesn’t have to be anything serious.” That through you for a loop.

“What?” Bucky got off of you and laid on his side.

“We don’t have to make this anything more than… well, this…” Your eyes widened as Bucky smirked. You’ve always liked him, and this just put a pin into your plan.

You swallowed and looked up into his ocean eyes. “Is that what you want?” Bucky nodded and kissed your shoulder.

“If that’s okay…” Bucky paused, rubbing small circles into your hip. “If you’re okay with it…”

‘No…’ You thought this entire thing was terrifying, you; Bucky, the thought of all that is between you is the sex. It terrified you. Did this mean you weren’t good enough for him? Were you just another piece of ass to him?

You cared for Bucky. Dreamed of a life for him, where he can be happy, maybe even be happy with you. You just wanted him to be himself. If this is what he wanted, to be with you…But not with you. Then you can deal with it. Sucking up your pride, you swallowed, and nodded.

“I need you to say it, doll.” Bucky caressed the skin on your arm, letting goosebumps pop up from his touch.

“Y-Yes, Bucky… I want this.” Bucky let out a long breath.

“Thank fuck.” That was the last thing he said before his lips slotted with yours.  “Do you know how much I’ve wanted this? I have dreamed about this.” He trailed slowly down to your jaw, sucking a small kiss behind your ear, and then back down to your collarbone. “God, you’re amazing.” His hands rushed down to your hips, rubbing deep circles pulling the tops of your shorts down a tad.

“You’re gorgeous doll, perfect.”  Working back down towards your perked breasts, nibbling a bit on the small buds you gasped.

“J-James, please…” your nails found his shoulders and dug into the soft skin. “M-More…”

Bucky grabbed at your shorts and pulled them down your legs, along with your panties. Wasting no time, he immediately dragged his fingers up the inside of your thigh. “You gonna be wet for me doll?” You nod feverishly, letting the embarrassment settle in on your cheeks. Covering your face, you let out a shaky moan.

“Babydoll, get those hands away from your face so I can see you. I want to see all of you.” He grabbed one of your hands and pulled it away, your eyes connecting with his lust filled blue ones. “Perfect.”

Buckys metal hand dipped into your folds, letting you writhe and gasp. “B-Bucky, please…” Buck smirked and stroked at your clit, rubbing small circles against the nub full of nerves.

“Please what baby?” You tilted your head back against the pillow and groaned. He was going to be the death of you.

“I need you. Bucky- I need you in me, please.” Bucky laughed and yanked off his pajama pants and boxers.

“Well that’s all you had to say, princess.” Leaning over you, Bucky lined himself up with your entrance, pausing again. Bucky looked at you and his blue eyes turned serious. “Last chance, Y/N. Last chance to back out and we can say this never happened.”

You rolled your eyes, wrapping your legs around his hips. “For fuck’s sake Bucky!” You pushed the heels of your feet into his ass making him jolt forward into you.

You both moaned at the sensation. “Fucking hell, princess. You feel so amazing.” Letting you adjust, he leaned down and kissed at your neck, leaving love bites in his wake.

“Bucky, move, I’m ready.” Slowly, Bucky pulled out and pushed back in. Breathless moans let Bucky know he was doing something right. Bucky got faster, the tension between the two of you melting like butter. All that’s left is gasps and moans, and small dirty phrases whispered quietly into each other’s ears.

Your moans grew louder as you got closer to your peak. With a bite to his earlobe you came around him, the room hot and heavy with the stench of you two. “Im close.” Bucky whispered as he continued to slam into you.

“You can come in me, im on the pill.” Bucky let out a breath and grabbed your legs. Pushing them forward, Bucky angled himself directly onto that little spot that makes you swear you’ve seen god. “O-Oh fuck, Bucky!” His hips stuttered and he pulsed inside you once, twice, and then stilled his hips as he collapsed onto you.

“Jesus, why haven’t we done this sooner?” You laughed breathlessly as he pulled out.

Pulling away from you, Bucky looked down towards his mess and smirked a bit, pushing his and your come back into you. “Stay there, I’ll be right back.” Bucky sauntered towards the bathroom, grabbing a washcloth and wetting it with warm water, cleaning himself first and then you.

Flopping back down on the bed, Bucky brought his hands behind his head. “So whenever you want to drop by, you can.” You could tell he was starting to pull away again. Slowly you got up, collecting your things and putting them on slowly.

“Y-Yeah. Same goes for you. My doors always open.” Pulling you shirt over your head, you went for the door.

“Y/N?” Turning back around, you see Bucky, still stark naked, sitting up on his recently fucked in bed. ‘God he looks gorgeous.’

“Yeah?” Bucky smirked.

“See you around, okay?” You nodded and rushed out, desperately needing a shower and to get as far from him as you could for the moment.

***

Months… Months is how long this continues and its waring on you. The late-night texts, the small looks you receive in the common areas, sly touches to your side in the kitchen while he whispers into your ear what he plans on doing to you. You can’t do this for much longer. The two of you were in a deep make out session that was leading to clothes falling to the floor, your shirt, his shirt. Your pants undone for easy access. It took a puff of breath during a very intimate session on the bed to your neck to jolt you away from him to realize you can’t do this.

“Bucky. Stop. Violet—shit Violet…” That word pulled him away. He stopped, eyes wide, hands flinching away from you.

“Your safe word already? Doll, we just—” You stopped him and got up. Tears threatening to spill, you reached down to pick up your shirt off his floor. “Y/N… Shit—Y/N, c’mon, talk to me babe.” He reached out to, wrapping his hand around your elbow.

You yanked away as if he had burned you, tears now falling like a waterfall, fat and ugly. “Don’t. Don’t call me that…” Wiping pointlessly at your face you turned to him and gave in. “Buck… I can’t… I can’t do this anymore. The whole ‘Friends with Benefits’ thing.” You gave him air quotes, letting your eyes drift away from him. It hurt to look at him and say this. “Bucky, I can’t help that I’ve fallen hopelessly irrevocably in love with you.” You looked at his astonished face, eyes glued to his as you finally laid your heart out.

“I fucking love you and you won’t let me have you.” You hiccupped and wiped your nose poorly on your wrist. Bucky looked at you with confusion and sympathy. His face said; ‘oh you poor girl.’ That just pissed you off. “Stop looking at me like you haven’t known about this for months. I was so nervous getting into this type of relationship with you because of this. I knew I would. And I still did it because I wanted to be near you. With you in some way.” You laughed. “Sometimes I think, ’What if I just said no?’ Because what would happen? Would I still be in love with you? Would you be jumping on some poor girl in the bar?” You sat back down on the bed, tears falling in heavy droplets. Bucky remained silent after your reveal, making you feel that much worse about the entire thing.

The silence continued as your tears slowly came to a halt. Bucky sat on the bed next to you, giving you space but also trying to silently be there for you. His hand touched your lower thigh, a soft caress on your knee helped you breathe a little more. “You know… Together we make a pretty damn good team.” Buckys gruff voice made you look up at the man. His soft blue eyes gazing into you. He looked away and back down to his lap, pulling his hand with him. “I… I don’t know… How… I can’t just fall into something. It takes time and I thought… Maybe, there could be a way for me to forget that all this shit has happened. Maybe I could talk about it, or…” His eyes landed back on you.

“That first night you came to my room… Why.” Buckys eyes burned into your soul, pulling you towards him.

Sniffling, you answered, voice cracked and weak. “You were screaming… I knew you were having nightmares and I just…” You wiped your nose once again. “I wanted to help.” Bucky hummed and looked back down to his feet.

“I get that… The feeling of wanting to help. When Stevie and Tony started fighting over the accords, I wanted to help him. I felt like what I was doing was right.” Bucky paused and huffed. “But that has nothing to do with what me and you are going through.” He turned back to you and smiled. “You did help me. After that night… The nightmares… They became less recurring. I wake up fresh every morning, feel like I can conquer the world.” Laying his hand on yours he squeezed lightly. “You did that. You. Being around you, hearing your laugh, your moans, your breathing being near you helped me feel like a human again instead of some super soldier machine.” Your eyes widened, and you looked at his face for any sort of hint to a lie.

“At first I thought it was the sex. Which I really enjoy by the way.” That made you smile a bit, a laugh bubbling up in your chest. “So, I kept you at a distance. ‘I get lonely and drift to my thoughts, call Y/N.’ I can’t sleep. ‘Y/N, you up?’ I wake up in cold sweats from vivid dreams, I walk to your room and sneak in.” You turned your hand in his and intertwined your fingers. “I started relying on you for sex alone because that’s what I thought would help… But you started talking to me, letting me in. Giving me a chance to know the real you.” Bucky smiled and rested his forehead against yours. “I started falling for you… I just thought you wanted the same from the beginning, so I never bothered. I didn’t want to scare you off.”

Your reached up to touch his face, your thumb caressing the laugh lines next to his mouth. “I love you, James Barnes.” You kissed him passionately, pulling in all the emotion you’ve hidden.

“I love you too, doll.”

Your hands reached up into his locks and you scratched at his scalp. “What do we do now?”

Bucky laughed and kissed you again. “How about we finished what we started?” You smiled and laid back down on the bed.

“Deal.”

[bokettochild]

Link^4 Part 2

Yall liked Part 1, so here's the second part!

This is planned to have four chapters, and three is in the works (I'm writing the show, but it's a bit messy).

Any'ays! Here's Four boys having fun!

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With a little bit of asking, despite what they assumed to be Legend trying to tug Ravio back into the tent (the merchant looked odd without his bunny hood and long purple robes, and was instead wearing a white undershirt and pants, which didn’t really do him any favors, his dark skin looked nearly grey with all the white) they finally managed to get the days schedule from the teen.

The contests weren’t starting for a while yet, and in the meantime, they decided to go wander around for a bit. That was, until they saw the older boys standing around one of the games.

“I have an idea.” Blue was smirking, never a good sign.

Vio cocked a brow. “What evil deed are you planning, Blueberry.” Their brother had no right being that monotone when discussing evil plots, but, then again, he was the most used to doing that sort of thing.

“You know how Wars was pissing us off earlier?”

“Making you mad,” Green corrected. “Yes?”

“We’re returning the favor.” Blue’s grin stretched even wider. “With all these kids around, they won’t even know it’s us, especially now that we’re split. We can kick his ass in every game he tries, making it look like a kid is beating him at everything.” Blue rubbed his hands together. “It would be glorious.”

Vio smirked, cold and thin and nerve-wracking ever since the hero’s betrayal so many years ago. “Excellent. I’m in. One question; we will be treated as a child; can you handle that?”

Their brother considered that for only a moment before shrugging it off. “To get back at Captain Fancy Pants, sure.”

“Can we not?” Red begged. “Wars is nice! And he teases everyone, we don’t need to be humiliating him! Why don’t you play a joke on Sky instead?”

The other three looked at their typically gentler counterpart. Green blinking slowly at the other hero. “Uh, Red, don’t you adore Sky?"

Red nodded as he smiled back. “Of course! But Sky will just laugh off pranks, so he’s fun to mess with. Wars might take it personally, and we don’t want him getting down about not being able to beat a kid.”

“We aren’t a kid.”

Vio sighed. “And that answers that. Blue, if you can’t take Red calling us a kid, how you take Warriors doing it?”

“What if we pranked Time?” Their leader suggested, which of course lead to everyone wanting to choose their own targets until Vio called them to order.

“There are four of us, and four adults in the team. What if we each select one to target? Red can mess with Sky, Green with Time, Blue with Warriors and,” There was a dangerous look in Vio’s snapping purple eyes. “I get to play with Twilight.”

“What are you planning?”

Vio only smirked at Blue’s inquiry. “You’ll see.”

Their leader shook his head with a light chuff. “Okay, we’ll do that, then meet up again when we can and attend the games. Just don' get lost, I don't think any one wants to go looking for each other in a crowd of us." t sounded wrong, but somehow was right, so no one said anything to that and instead scattered to find their respective targets.

The captain's face at losing every game he tried, to a smack-talking kid in blue no less, was hilarious. Sky had laughed, very good naturally, just as predicted, at losing to a little kid, even offering Red a smile and to buy him a treat in return for playing such a good game. Somehow, no one had guessed that would happen, especially since Sky didn’t even know it was them, but Red seemed happy enough to stand and chat with the Skyloftain about all sorts of things, pulling off the fun-loving kid act with greater skill than any of the others could ever attempt. Sure, Vio was a talented actor, but no one could match the level of innocence Red could convince people that he had, even after the other lad had killed his fair share of monsters and scared all of his siblings beyond their wits ends with his own pranks and arsonistic tendencies.

Vio seemed to also be having the time of his life, following Twilight around. The deviant didn’t seem to do much except keep exactly three paces behind the rancher at all times, smiling eerily and watching him, but it worked wonders at making Twilight unnerved until, at last, the rancher was turning around and practically begging Vio to stop following him and go find his parents. Vio didn’t say anything, just continued to smile. Twilight asked if maybe he knew what his parents or guardian looked like, offering to help him find them. Vio just kept smiling. Their poor wolf friend looked at a loss for what to do, and then he ran into Time. Literally.

Green had epically failed to prank Time. Instead, he was pranked so royally awfully by their leader that he refused to own up to what had happened, all that they knew was that Time smiled over at them with a knowing twinkle in his eyes afterwards, letting them know that they were good and fully caught by their leader.

“Our own fault for letting him know about us before.” Blue had muttered once they’d regrouped. Vio had just sniggered, watching Twilight look around in confusion for his little shadow and coming up with nothing, even as Time pulled him back to his feet.

Mischief achieved, the four heroes decided it was time to properly enjoy the carnival, which somehow led to Red and Sky chatting amiably while Time accompanied the rest of them, a smile playing on the lips of the Old Man as they all talked with him. It was nice being able to be around the other heroes while being split, and even when the others all regrouped with Time, they found that their leader was quite willing to give them an excuse to stay around when Warriors asked what they were all doing.

“I replaced you.” Time answered with a smirk. “I've always preferred the company of children.”

“Of course you do.” The captain chuckled, shaking his head.

Twilight seemed to have other things on his mind though. “You! You’re the kid who wouldn’t stop following me!”

At the confused looks from the other heroes, Vio only cocked a single pale brow. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. Perhaps you have me confused with another person. There are many people dressed as the hero today after all.”

“But it was-”

“Pup, these three have been with me for a while.” Royal blue twinkled knowingly as Time looked down at his protégé. “Perhaps you have him confused.”

The rancher didn’t get much of a chance to say anything to that, instead getting interrupted as Red and Sky rejoined the group. Red waving cheerily and holding Sky’s hand with a bright smile on his face. “There they are, Mr. Sky,” Oh heavens, he was pulling out the ‘Mr.’ card. “Those are my brothers!”

The Skyloftian nodded with an ever-growing smile. “You’re nearly identical to them!”

“I know!” Red skipped in place. “Cool, right?”

“Very.” Came the warm reply.

Impa smiled down at them, but worry clouded her eyes as she counted over their numbers, leaving the four colors out and frowning into the crowd. “Where’s that short hero you all had with you? Has he gotten lost?”

“He’ll be fine.” Time assured her. “Were it anyone else, I might be worried, but of all of my boys, I can always trust that Four will be alright by himself.”

“Ouch.” Warriors pressed a hand to his collar in offense, staggering back as if struck a painful blow, earning laughter from all of them and a roll of the eyes from Twilight. “You wound me, Sap, you really do!”

“Suffer.” Mentor and protégé chorused, as if on cue, only to glance at each other in surprise as Hyrule and Sky giggled and Warriors balked, affronted and maybe slightly unsettled.

It was with this sort of friendly chatter that they followed the other heroes over to the tournament grounds, falling in step with Wild and Hyrule as the duo discussed the possibility of maybe joining the contests and their chances of winning. Wind piped up with the occasional comment, apparently well aware of the fact that he hadn’t the skills for some of the games, but fully willing to try, even though both Warriors and Time had sent disapproving glances back at the trio when the subject of fire dancing came up.

“It’s really quite safe.” Red informed them. “I do it all the time!”

“Really?” Wind beamed, curiosity and glee shining in the sailor’s silver green eyes as he darted a sneaky glance back towards Time, who had been pulled into discussion with Twilight.

“Yup!”

“How? Aren’t you a bit young to be playing with fire?”

The other three colors exchanged a knowing glance as Red began to babble out a response. “Of course not! I’m actually older than I look, and it’s controlled, so if you practice a lot you won’t even set stuff on fire that isn’t supposed to be!”

Blue snorted and rolled his eyes. “Like your brother?”

“I saved your life!” Red huffed, pouting slightly.

Hyrule laughed into his hand, smiling brightly at them. “You know, you guys really do look a lot like the hero of the Four Sword, but you act nothing like him. You’re way more expressive.”

It was very hard for them to respond to that, but they did an admirable job, all things considered. Sure, Red wanted to pout and Blue wanted to complain, Green was seconds away from laughter and Vio desperately wanted to say something, but they held it back until they got to the place cleared for the contests.

The first ‘tournament’ as Impa had called it, was apparently one for craftsmanship, something that Blue in particular prided himself on, and which, based off the choices, seemed to be the one held in his honor. The others offered waves to their brother as he, Sky and Twilight all moved over to the sign-up booth.

Ideally, this would be a contest for smithies, to swing a hammer and craft a tool, but realistically there were only so many people who could participate in such a thing, and that was already the point of contests at the Picori Festival anyways. Briefly, Blue wondered if the Picori were even still celebrated in this time, but then they were being ushered out to their place, Sky two places to their left and Twilight at their right as knives and wood were handed out, and worries flooded away as a plan began to take shape.

As the most detail oriented of the colors, it was Blue’s want to create something fantastic every time, but the contest was timed, and he had to create things with the same supplies as everyone else and make his block of wood into something that would impress the Princess.

Fable being here wasn’t something they had expected, nor the fact that she was dressed up as Dot of all people, but he wasn’t about to question it, especially not when a whistle was being blown and wood chips started falling to the ground.

There’s something about making things to sell that teaches you to see what a person would like best, and unlike most of the others competing, Blue had met Princess Zelda, several of them, and Fable, like their own princess, would be less likely to be impressed by something magnificent and stately. She was like her brother, she liked simple things, she liked the forest and the trees and the birds and even Legend’s awful hives full of bees.

It was that that he was counting on as he set his knife to work, smoothing out the wood with a sanding block as he went. Careful hands guided the knife, not stopping even when it nicked him, and only pausing for a second to wipe away a bit of blood that threatened to smear on his lovely creation. Carving wasn’t his strength, not like metal work, but he knew it well enough from Red’s interest in it and his own adaptations to it in order to make gifts for his brothers. It was hard to forge something for someone when all of you were blacksmiths after all, and getting the forge to yourself was a hassle made worthless because someone was bound to notice what materials had been moved or used, and, with Vio’s inductive abilities, that made gift making a pain in the ass and no fun. Geen had outlawed forged gifts two years ago for that very reason.

This however, this lovely creation of his, made the stern color smile in satisfaction as he ran the sanding block over the smallest details, even as the announcer was counting down the last seconds. Some contestants had dropped their tools ages ago, resting with their work done, but Blue wasn’t wasting a second to make sure that everything was perfectly in place and crafted, even if it wasn’t as smooth and uniform as he would have liked.

There was the toll of a small bell to signal that they must drop their tools, and Blue pulled back carefully as the judges stepped forwards to inspect their works. He glanced quickly over to where Sky had been sitting. A lovely loftwing, wings stretched out in a mirror of the Hylian crest, sat on the work bench, and Twilight’s own prancing mare stood proud and graceful beside his own carving. His work wasn’t graceful or splendid like theirs were, Blue admitted to himself, but it was lovely and simple, but he hoped it would catch the princess’s eye.

Tiny bees trundling over a smooth and hollowed hive sat at his spot, an especially large bee sitting atop it as a handle for the lid he’d carved. It was just the sort of thing he could see Red putting cookies into, or Ravio bringing out full of odd little treats to be eaten with cocoa. It was homey, something Legend liked and Fable would hopefully enjoy as well, and it stood out admit the rolling wooden waves that tossed a crude little wooden boat around, or the rough but loving image of the princess’s own face: Fable didn’t appear to like that one very much, and grimaced oh so slightly at the wooden image before passing on to the one after.

Blue stood firm and proud, catching the cheerful look Sky sent him and ignoring the encouraging hair ruffle bestowed on him by the rancher as the princess and her fellow judges moved down the line. Bright blue eyes twinkled as a sharp little laugh had escaped Fable, hands reaching out to trace the tiny trails left by the bees on his creation, and she’s glanced up at him with a shining smile that looked uncannily out of place on a face so much like the vet’s. But it was welcomed regardless, even when her brows rose and a glimmer appeared in her eyes that was so much like the look in Time’s own blue one when he’d first spotted them.

She’d moved on, but not before taking a peek at the inside of the jar. Blue may have preened the slightest bit at her appreciative hum when running her fingers over the smooth surface inside, but he figured it was justified, after all, most people might have counted on the princess passing that over.

In the end, Sky had won the contest, his loftwing having captured the princess’s imagination with its lifelike spirit, but Blue was the proud winner of second place. All in all, it was no surprise, Sky was the best of the best when it came to being a carver, and he could hardly be upset about losing to the man. The Skyloftain had offered him a friendly handshake once they were away from the field, and no one could complain at how Red cooed and fussed over the jar when it was handed to him.

“For when we get home.” He told the other.

Red pounced on him with a hug. “I love it! Thank you, Blueberry!”

The laughter of the heroes at his name was dismissed in the warmth of Red’s hug, something only beat by Sky’s when Red tried hugging them both at once in congratulations.

After Blue’s go at the first competition, the boys agreed to sit back and watch Vio and Wild compete in the archery tournament. Both boys had knowing looks in their eyes as they stepped out onto the field, and Twilight even followed after, citing experience and curiosity as his reasoning for participating.

“I’m no archer, but fun is fun, and I want a front row seat to the Cub’s humiliation of this era’s archers.”

“Think that little of my world?” The vet’s voice had surprised everyone as he strode over, normal attire cast aside and a green tunic that looked strangely homely on the vet’s willowy frame replacing it.

“Trying out a new look?” Warriors teased gently, reaching over for the vet’s cap only for the shorter hero to doge out of his grasp.

“I’m playing a part here. Fable and I both have something of a duty at stuff like this.” Legend scoffed, tugging at his clothes with a put upon look that was clearly fake.

Wind snapped his fingers, light exploding behind his eyes as he pointed to the resident hero. “Right! Because you’re the prince!”

The vet’s glare made Red giggle slightly. “No. It’s because I’m the hero. Don’t say anything about that again and I won’t blab about last week.”

The sailor immediately clapped his mouth shut, offering a nervous smile as Time frowned. “What happened last week?”

“Nothing!” Wind chuckled.

“Nothing.” Legend dead-panned. “Now excuse me, I’m gonna join Twilight with watching Wild wreak havoc.” The vet tilled his pointed cap at them with a smirk and loped his way over to Twilight’s side, taking the bow the contest aid handed him and plucking the string experimentally

Vio smirked as he tested his own string. It wasn’t in ideal condition, and far from being high quality, but he’d faced most of their adventure with a toy bow, and this was easily an upgrade to that (although, to be fair, Shadow had helped him acquire a better bow during their partnership, and that easily outmatched these ones).

Unlike Blue’s challenge, this one was a straight shot (literally) to win. Contestants only had to hit the bullseye repeatedly until someone else failed to, and as strings plucked with cheerful twangs and arrows zipped past pointed ears, competitor after competitor walked away from the stage with a salute to the Princess, who sat watching on the edge of the field with a bright smile and even brighter red wig

It was a decent costume, he mused, although considering Fable was a royal, it must have been rather easy for her to get something like that made.

“She wanted to be dressed as the Red Hero.” Legend chuckled to him for some reason, tugging the brim of his cap again as the vet shot a glance over at his sister and waited for the contestant aids to move the targets back once more. “But tradition merits that she dress as the Princess of Light.”

“Is that so.” He hummed, selecting another arrow with a casual glance the princess’s way.

Legend nodded, knocking his own arrow with a quick grin. “Best of luck, Vio.”

“Yourself as well, Legend.” Somehow, they missed until the vet was grimacing at his defeat that Legend had never introduced himself to them while they were split, and they’d never said anything either.

Vio didn’t let the thought alter his performance like some people might have. Instead he filed it away in a mental drawer for later review and then wiped it from his mind with the same ease that had earned him the role of mental secretary to his brothers. When it came to remembering little things like maps and sentences and details that Blue didn’t find detailed enough to make stick by himself, he was the one they asked to do as much, a good thing too, or they'd forever be forgetting things, the idiots.

It was a good thing that he had cleared his mind, because the field eventually gave out and the targets were no longer able to move back without the judges being able to not see them, and Wild and he were still going strong, shooting each other matching smirks as their arrows shot off towards the distant targets and the audience waited with baited breath as Champion and Deviant both started preforming trick shots, upping the game and grinning brightly at each other as the competitive spirit washed over them and made them try even harder to outperform the other.

“Kick his ass!” Someone shouted from the crowd, sounding suspiciously like Blue. He wished he knew if that was his brother supporting him or if Blue was cheering on Wild, but with Blue it could go either way, and until he could see his brother’s face, he had no way of knowing which it was. That is, if it even was Blue (He was pretty sure it was though).

At last however, there was a slip, and with a shout from the crowd he watched as the judges descended from their places again to proceed towards the heroes. Fable stayed behind, standing at her seat and gazing expectantly into the crowd until Legend was darting to her side with a scowl and offering his arm, which the princess took with a smirk, tugging her brothers pointy cap with a light laugh.

“The arrow to strike amiss is yours, I am afraid.” Fable offered him an apologetic smile. “But it was a worthy match, unlike any I have ever seen. Well done both.” The princess smiled brightly, and Legend smirked, cap still shading his face too much to be seen and making Wild laugh back at the other teen warmly until he was handed his prize; a fine bow that Vio desperately hoped wouldn’t be destroyed as quickly as the last one was. Fable offered the champion a kidnd word and a bright smile and then turned to him.

“And for you,” Bright blue twinkled warmly. “We offer this new quiver, a prize worthy of one who can handle a bow with such skill.” To the crowd the princess smiled, motioned to the sweaty champion with a flourish. “Our winner, people of Hyrule! Wild of Hateno!”

Cheers rose from the crowd, although none as loud as those of Twilight and Time as the rancher applauded loudly. Wild flushed darkly, rubbing the back of his neck as his mentor and grand-mentor wrapped him up in a hug, bursting with praise that was echoed by the other heroes whenever they could get a word in edgewise.

Green clapped Vio on the back with a grin. “You didn’t stand a chance.”

“Thank you.” Came the deadpanned reply as Vio scowled at his brother. Whether it was in play or serious he would never let on, that was the fun of being the apathetic one after all.

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What did I miss? w/ Hawks and Dabi

Request: Okay so hear me out: Hawks’ and Dabi’s s/o (as separate headcanons, or you can just choose one) is also a pro hero/villain and the lads think she died or something and they just become enraged and they’re so distressed (and the ending is soft because she’s okay and maybe they cry) I love your writing, I hope you have a nice day! -🐍

Lol I had a similar request some time ago for our younger boys which I never got around to doing because I’m bad at fulfilling requests and following orders lol. This will be both hilarious and angsty. Well hilarious if you have my sense of humour otherwise I’ll have to add cricket sounds. Okay maybe its not that funny but oh well, it didn’t make me cry at least. Love ya. 💖💖💖

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warnings: angst and fluff, mentions of injury and death, swearing. 

Hawks/ Keigo Takami 

-Having two winged heroes on patrol always kinda led to disaster. 

-You both would race each other to your randevouz points or you would mock each other about your wing span. 

- “You know what they say about your wing span? The bigger the wings well....the bigger the assets.” 

-You had bigger wings then him just for a few centimeters but you rubbed it in his face all the time. 

- “Why am I in love with you again?” 

-It really bothers him bc you keep saying he has a smaller dick than you....and you don’t have a dick so.....yeah....anyways. 

-You were on patrol once again, goofing around on a rooftop.

 -It was late at night and you could be a little more handsy since there were’t many possibilities someone could walk in on you. 

-Keeping your relationship a secret is hard and baby can keep his hands to himself for so long until he breaks. 

-Suddenly out of nowhere you started hearing screams and cries for help. 

-Keigo didn’t even get a chance to say anything before you were flying towards the building that was on FIRE. 

-Dashing right after you he entered the building nad he was half expecting to see you there in the entrance, but he saw no one, only a large chunk of flaming wood etched into the mahogony floor. 

-His mind immediately went to the worst scenario possible; it was like he couldn’t control his own thoughts.

-But right then, when his panic was beginning to surface, he heard you calling out for him. 

-The rescue of the residents took around half an hour and it got harder and harder as time went on. 

-The fire was getting out of control and was getting harder to locate everyone.

 -One apartment was left in the end and you could here crying coming from inside. 

-The fire was basically licking at your boots at this point but you weren’t about to let someone burn. 

- “Get those last two outside and I’ll meet you at the rooftop across the street.” 

- “Y/N-”

- “Keigo GO! I promise I’ll meet you outside.” 

-And that was the last thing he heard from you that night. 

-He did as he was told, he got the last two people out of the building and soon after them a toddler was carried out of the building. 

-He waited for you to come out next but you never came. 

-The flames licked at the sky, their tips seeming to be touching the moon. 

-The roof collapsed in on itself making the rescue teams to back away as they looked in horror as the whole flat came crumbling down. 

- “SHE’S IN THERE!” 

-HE doesn’t remember much from that night. 

-He knows he went back inside or at least tried to get past the debris. 

-He remembers seeing the color of your wings, that beautiful white, peeking out from under a fallen beam. 

-He remembers the upper floor almost crashing him as he tried to get you out and then nothing. 

-He woke up in a hospital bed, dressed in one of those white robes his whole body screaming at him not to move. 

-If he was being honest he forgot for a moment the events of the previous night and he was expecting to find you sleeping on the chair next to his bed, your hand in his just like you had done so many times before. 

-But you weren’t there and then everything came pouring in. 

-Frantically he got up and he reached for the door, yanking it open and coming face to face with a doctor. 

- “Where is she?” 

- “Sir you should be in bed, you injuries-” 

- “goddammit WHERE IS SHE?”

-His outburst had attracted some of the nurses but he couldn’t care less about his image right now. 

-Where you gone? But he remembers getting you out from under those fallen stairs. Maybe you were already dead when he reached you. 

-No no no you had promised ot find him outside, you had told him so. That’s why he left, that’s why he did as you said. What was he supposed to do now? Without you here what is he supposed to do?

-Everything was muffled out, the ringing in his ears being to loud to allow him to focus on anything else. 

-His breaths came out shallow as his head swam with thoughts. 

-You couldn’t be gone you just couldn’t he had so much he wanted to do with you, so many things planned you couldn’t-

- “Keigo?”

-He turned around slowly. 

-At first he thought he was dreaming, your voice always seemed to soothe him when he was destressed. 

-But then his eyes landed on you all bandaged up and sporting crutches. 

-You were hurt but you were alive, you were here, you were alright.

- “What did I miss birdbrain?”

-He launched himself at you bringing you flush to his chest as he silently cried. 

-He let a few I love yous slip past his lips before you both entered the privacy of his hospital room. 

-Neither of you spoke for a long time. 

-You just held each other as tightly as your stitches would allow before letting all the tears fall. 

- “I’m here, we’re alright.”

Dabi

-You had been sent out on a mission on your own. 

-Dabi had tried to convince Shiggy to let him go with you but he refused. 

- “I’m not sending you on this one with her. She is the best suited for this job and I’m not letting you mess it up just for your fuck buddy.”

-Shiggy really knows how to push Dabis’ buttons and if you ask me Dabi makes it easy at times. 

-They were a pain in the ass. 

-I mean you are going out on a mission let a girl get prepared in peace.

-Before they could set each other on fire and then dissolve into dust you dragged Dabi away telling Shiggy that you would be going soon. 

- “Really Dabi at times I doubt if you trust me at all.” 

- “It’s not that I don’t trust you dumbass. I just dontwantyoutogethurt.”

-Legit you didn’t hear anything he said but you had an inkling.

- “Oh what was that?”

- “I’m not saying it again.”

- “Here I am going out on a dangerous mission and you won’t even grant me one wish...how cruel.”

-He ended up saying it again but really really begrudgingly. 

- “I’ll be back before you know it, okay?” 

-You kissed his nose then his lips and let out a small I love you before heading down to the bar and getting the last info from Kurogiri. 

-Now Dabi likes to see himself as a very heartless and stone cold individual. 

-But you always were the exception to his behaviors so he couldn’t help but admit that he was worried. 

-The mission was supposed to take three days plus one for you to return. 

-It was still day two and he was ready to pull his hair out. 

-But he promised you that he wouldn’t go out to search for you unless you have been gone for a week or more. 

-So he just waited in agony.

-The moment though that you weren’t back in a week as you said you would be he went into a silent panic. 

-He wanted to be nonchalant about it at first, just casually bringing up your whereabouts in convos with the league or asking Kurogiri of any mission reports from your end. 

-Always came up with nothing. 

-They had lost track of you two days ago and your last contact was yesterday. 

-Now he was sure going to come after you. 

-And no one could stop him. 

-He knew you were strong and that you could handle yourself better than anyone in the league but he couldn’t stop himself from going after you. 

-He had learned from Shiggy that the group you had targeted had a soft spot for torture if they caught someone in their territory.

-His mind of course went first to the worst case scenario, his pessimistc nature getting the better of him as flashes of you hurt on the floor of some basement ran throough his head.  

-It didn’t take him long to reach your randevouz spot, mainly bc he was driving around Tokyo like a maniac. 

-He entered the small house that was marked as you target and the first thing he was met with was blood. 

-It was on the walls and on the floor and he couldn’t tell if this was yours or it was someone elses. 

-Then he heard suffling from a closet nearby. 

-It was a low scratching noise coming from the closet in the far back. 

-He slowly approached it, his left arm letting small blue flames lick his fingertips as he opened the door. 

-And then his heart dropped. 

-Tumbling out of the closets’ interior was you, bloddied and bruised your arms barely keeping you propped up as you landed on the floor. 

-He didn’t miss a beat. 

-He scooped you up, moving stray hairs from your eyes as you barely kept them open.

-Your lip was split and you had a huge bruise right under your left eye. 

- “Hey there baby.”

- “What the fuck happened Y/N?”

-You cringed as he moved his arms under your back, the pain being too much even for you. 

- “They were waiting for me. I sent a message to Shiggy saying that I was coming back but he insisted I finish this. I managed to kill the leader but some of his rookies got to me.”

-He didn’t take you to the hideout. 

-Oh no.

-If he had done that then there would be no Shiggy to lead them and there would’ve been a large fire in that area. 

-He rented a room in a nearby motel. 

-He let you rest while he went out and got you some disinfectants and bandages. 

-Really when he was cleaning you up, if his tear ducts worked properly he would’ve cried. 

-You woke up at some point while he was finishing up and you could feel his trembling and his silent sobs. 

-You wrapped him in a hug, squeezing him as much as you could as you let your tears wet his t-shirt. 

-His hands went up and down your sides and back, pulling you into his lap as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. 

- “I’m alright, see? That’s my heart beat.” 

-You placed one of his palms over your heart in hopes that the subtle thud would calm him down. 

-He really loves you and he won’t let anything happen to you ever again. 

-Even if it kills him. 

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carmela’s team from my pokemon shield playthrough! not as happy with this bunch... info beneath the cut!

Graves - Inteleon - she/he - lesbian White - cis woman - age 30

Graves came from a very unconventional background prior to entering into the League circuit. Having raised since she was young by Interpol for undercover operations, she was there and experienced things a child shouldn’t for the sake of ‘justice.’ Who’s justice is really to question in this situation, as she never had a say. It’s only once she reached legal age did she take a ‘vacation’ and decide to try the league. That’s where she re-encountered Ella, who she had met on the job in the Champion’s guard. She uses her combat skills she gained from her rigorous upbringing, which you’d think would cause her to dominate the field, but that isn’t the case. She’s actually fairly bad at it. 

She has a bit of a problem interacting with others. She was trained in how to act natural, friendly, and unassuming, but she doesn’t know how to not act. What’s Graves’ personality? Well, she’s a crybaby whenever she’s alone. Little things upset her, her anxiety ramps up her paranoia, and she keeps it all saved beneath the surface until she’s alone and then she cries. Other than crying in her off time, she’s a voracious reader, and particularly likes poetry.

If Graves could ever be honest with herself, she’d admit she’s fallen for Ella quite hard. That bright ball of sunshine brought a smile to her face in a way she hadn’t experienced before. But she wasn’t able to voice her feelings, and Ella is now sadly taken. She’s also a poor leader, along with a poor battler, and she doesn’t garner much respect from her team. She’s often spoken over by Crusher.

Crusher - Sirfetch’d - she/her - lesbian White - cis woman - age 34

Crusher likes to think she’s a gallant, chivalrous knight that leaves women quaking with soaked undies are her arrival and her deep, rusty voice sends shivers up their spine when she announces herself, and she’d like to think that everyone wants her around, but she’s wrong. She butted her way into Graves’ team, seeing its lack of, well, many things, leadership, power, attractiveness… They obviously would benefit from her accompaniment. She didn’t care what they had to say, she was going to be on their team and they were going to worship her for what she brings to the table. She’d like to think she’s wanted, but honestly, not very much so.

As if it wasn’t evidence enough, Crusher is extremely up her own ass, overconfident, and unfortunately, with enough power to back up her words. She’s a demon on the field, knocking enemies out with a single sweep sometimes. She works out on the regular, and doesn’t wear armor to show off her many (sexy) battle scars. Otherwise, she’s into collecting antique tea sets and little glass kittens to display back home. Her house is full of them.

Crusher likes to think (man she likes to think a lot of things) that everyone on the team is slightly in love with her, when she is tolerated at best. Goliath likes her, but Goliath likes everyone. He spots for her when they’re working out together, and she respects him for his strength. She’s especially hard on Thrasher and Maverick for not pulling their weight until they evolved, citing them as a weakness.

Goliath - Grimmsnarl - he/they - gay Japanese - nonbinary - age 21

Goliath hails from the Glimmwood Tangle, from quite a large and loving family, but he got it in his head that he had to see the world beyond the forest clearing, he wanted to see where all the people braving its endless maze to reach the gym were about, he wanted to know! A regular yearning princess wishing to see what’s beyond her tower she’s been trapped in. And this is the family business Matilda had to leave her swamp for, bringing his ass home. She got there a little too late, however, already picked up by Graves’ group and registered into gym fights. He couldn’t leave! He made a promise to help! And look at his cool new friends.

When not spent daydreaming about adventures he could be having, he likes to keep in shape. His family home requires constant upkeep, lest the magical wood overgrows anything manmade within a few days. He likes to read, despite struggling with it due to his dyslexia, and he hopes to write his own book one day about what he’s experienced, he wants to have an adventure worth filling a book with. He’s a very positive lad, a happy one, who tries to share the happiness with those around him.

Goliath is still young, but he’s pretty sure about who he is as a person, he knows where he stands on morals, and her own identity as well. He’s chivalrous and kind, always trying to get the team to work together and get along. It has varying results. Grievous loves to mother him, and he likes to think he’s pals with Graves. Despite being younger, he tries to protect Thrasher and Maverick.

Blitz - Centiscorch - she/her - queer White - cis woman - age 33

Blitz, like Graves, was raised by Interpol for infiltration and undercover work. Unlike Graves, however, while the Inteleon was sanded down to being a weak, anxiety-ridden mess, it only strengthened Blitz’ nerves of steel, causing her to become cold and calculating. She only joined the League circuit because she had a mandated vacation following losing her leg from the knee down, and she didn’t want to get rusty on her skills. Not to mention she saw Graves attempting to lead and failing at it and thought she’d stick around to demean her for her lack of anything worthy of use for Interpol’s workings.

She doesn’t have many hobbies, she likes working out, staying fit, and occasionally cooking some ultra healthy superfood, but it’s not like cooking is her passion. She doesn’t understand why people think you need to have a life outside of your work, she’s perfectly happy to just always be on the job and do as it demands. She smokes, but only the occasional cigarette so as to not negatively affect her health. She’s a woman of few loves, few words, and she thinks that’s just fine.

Blitz scoffs when the team tries to have any sort of ‘get to know each other’ exercise. It’s never in good faith, and just ends in disaster so she tries to avoid it. Grevious tries to mother her on occasion, for whatever reason, she never had a mother and she doesn’t want one, so she doesn’t understand why her face gets flushed and hands get sweaty when the dragon’s around.

Maverick - Corviknight - she/her - lesbian White - trans woman - age 32

Maverick is a failed knight from olden times; she was sealed in a tomb in the slumbering weld with her previous king as a way to protect him in the next life, only to be revived by Graves and Ella exploring the area. Being awoken in modern times, she had a lot to learn and get used to, part of it being her king is no more. The body is gone, and the tomb ransacked. She failed, and this weighs heavy on her shoulders through the journey. She agreed to follow Graves, sensing a nobility to her, Ella already having Thomasin by her side while Graves had no one. She is skilled in battle, if not unsure of herself due to her failings during both in the past, and while she was asleep.

She holds herself to high standards, almost impossible for her to meet, but no one else. She does not expect others to keep up her strict training regime, it is for her alone to shoulder the burden of being known as a failure. Despite that statement, Crusher constantly challenges her, and they’re often sparring with one another. In her off time, she enjoys weaving and is learning the modern trades of ‘sewing’ and ‘crochet.’ She enjoys making clothes for herself and others.

Her strict lifestyle doesn’t give her many moments to herself or to consider her feelings for others. She dedicates herself to a cause and thinks of little else. However she enjoys Grevious’ company. She does notice the occasional stares from others, such as Thomasin from Ella’s team, and she wonders what it could mean. Does she resent her for not joining Ella? It seemed only fair at the time.

Grevious - Dragapult - she/her - bi Vietnamese - trans woman - age 45

The ghost of a test pilot that went down during a new dirigible’s trial run over Galar. Her body was never found, believed to be incinerated by the blast, and her spirit has hung on to the area as she never got a proper burial. Graves, hearing her plight, followed her to her remains, giving her the burial she deserved. Freed from her prison, she was free to pass on, but she denied doing so, she had to repay Graves for her service. And so, she was conscripted to the gym challenge, one she had seen many travelers pass by speaking of such a thing and she was always curious just what exactly it was. She had heard things of course, but nothing is better than first hand experience.

Grievous is a very noble person, but not too stuffy either. She loves a good joke, she loves puns, and she loves giving people a good fright with her ghostly status. It’s all in good fun, she’d never do anything malicious or something that would genuinely harm others! She loves to fly, she had always loved to fly, and dying didn’t exactly rob her of that love. Now she can do it without a plane! She spent so long as spirit, she kind of forgot what having hobbies is like, and she’s trying new things!

She’s a very motherly person, and, being the oldest of the group, feels very maternal towards all the young little ones around her. She’s particularly concerned for Graves and Blitz upon hearing around their upbringing. That’s no way to treat a child! She does her best to tend to the others of the group. Though she would be lying if she didn’t say that Crusher pushed her buttons more than once.

Thrasher - Obstagoon - they/them - lesbian Black - transmasc nonbinary - age 24

Thrasher comes from a foster home full of wayward kids who grew up on the downward spiral of life, and they themselves weren’t an exception. Originally from Spikemuth, they never knew their parents and their foster home travels were rough. No one seemed to want to keep them, and at one point they got sick of it and ran away from home. They ran and ran and never looked back, and found a job working in the professor’s lab in Postwick. They didn’t ask them where they were from, nor tried to contact anyone else, so it was good for them. They met Graves early into their gym circuit and decided to join her to perform some field work for the professor.

They’re quite down on themselves, never feeling like they’ll accomplish anything of worth. They couldn’t be a good child, they’re not a good battler, it took them a while to come into their own, and Crusher needling them constantly didn’t help. In their spare time, they play guitar and sing covers of existing songs. They don’t have a knack for writing, just another thing they fail at. It’s been a tough life, and they stumble along the way constantly trying to get to a better tomorrow.

Thrasher is a shy sort when it comes to their feelings, they haven’t been engendered into showing their vulnerable side to others. And Graves’ group isn’t exactly what you’d call family. But it’s a nice change of pace and they almost feel… wanted. And Grevious is a nice addition to their life. To have such a motherly person doting on them is, well, a dream come true.

[stephspurs]

A Family Affair | Euro 2020 Football Fanfiction

BESTIES!! PART 10 IS A HOT ONE!! Enjoy reading it as much as I did while writing it (and re-reading it because its probs one of my fav parts of the whole series) Love Always, Steph xx

Part 10 | parte dieci

warnings; heavy-petting, almost-smut, and a hot jack grealish - read at your own risk ;) word count; 2469. writing tools; third person until dashed line, first person thereafter. next update; Monday 16/08 5pm AEST. Updates are three times/week (Monday, Wednesday & Friday)! tags (as requested by users); @footballffbarbiex @obsesseds-world @abysshaven link to fic masterlist here

Longing glances and shy smiles. That  was how Amelia and Ben both spent the next morning at Cobham together, prior to travelling to Stamford Bridge for the fourth match of the season against Aston Villa. The two had spent the rest of the evening relaxing on the couch; no additional kisses were shared between them as they had both agreed to keep things friendly, and no matter how hard Ben tried, Amelia had no intentions of going any further just yet. She had admitted to him something that she had never uttered out loud before: she still needed to work out how to exist without Fede.

While their situationship had been as unconventional as it was, it was still something that Amelia had grown to live with and love. Fede’s personality was unlike no other she had come across, perhaps closest to that of Jack Grealish. Friendly, flirtatious, charming, to the point where she found herself blushing sometimes - not many people had been able to make her shy enough to blush, but Fede had, and now Jack was too.

hot boy grealish

mornin mils, can’t wait to see ya today.

I’ll be the hot one with the good hair and even better ass.

hot gal mils

morning my dear jacky, looking forward to seeing you too.

Is Tyrone not playing?

His bum has always been my fav bum to stare at.

hot boy grealish

cut it out, you.

Banter-filled texts had been a constant stream of entertainment throughout the days leading up to the match. Jack has been preparing Amelia for the possibility of her losing, constantly picking on the girl for being an overachiever and saying that she needs to be brought down a few pegs, having been quite some time since her team had lost a match. Amelia however, with enough self-confidence to rival that of the villa boy, wouldn’t even let him finish his sentences. Far too superstitious for that to happen.

The girl believed in superstitions, and she was not about to tempt her fate. She even went so far as to have her family name and a small Italian flag embroidered onto the inside of her collar of every polo shirt she would wear for match days. She did it at Juventus and organised for it to be done to her new Chelsea uniform. It was a personal choice, something that happened to run in her family also, her father and brother also having the White family name stitched to the inside of their kit. It was a way of keeping them all tied together, no matter what side of the pitch they were on. The Italian flag was there to remind her of all that the country had given her: her grandparents and a chance to be brilliant at what she loves most.

Arriving at Stamford Bridge off of the team bus, Jorgi had insisted she sitwith him and they spoke exclusively in Italian for the 30-odd minute drive from Cobham. Despite Amelia purchasing a new car a few days prior, Jorgi insisted they continue to carpool. It worked out well because now Amelia wouldn’t have to catch the team bus back to the training ground after the match. She had spent the better part of an hour out on the pitch with some of the boys, running through the plays she had in mind before she ushered them back into the changeroom, allowing the Aston Villa men to have their time out on the grass.

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“I would know that bum anywhere.”

“Hello Jack, nice to see you too. I’ve been well thanks, so has my bum. I’ll let my face know you said hello, too,” I spoke as I stood up from my crouched position, where I had been tying my laces.

“Just kiddin love, actually no I'm not - I love your bum. But I am happy to see your beautiful face too!” Jack spoke, as he pulled me into a hug - wrapping both of his arms around my head, effectively pushing me further into his chest.

“You saw my face a couple days ago when we were on FaceTime!”

“I saw your bum a few days ago on FaceTimetoo, doesn’t mean I'm not happy to see it!”

“So that's why you like helping me do my laundry, so you can see my backside as I reach into the machine!”

“Now I’m not a religious man, but I have prayed to God a few times that you drop a sock or two riiiiiiight in front of the camera.” He laughed back at my shocked expression.

“Jack! You are ridiculous! Stop being such a perv! No wonder you don’t have a girlfriend” I play-shouted at him as I smacked him with my rolled up matchday program.

“I’m holding out for you, my love.”

“Always the joker, Jack. Get out there and prepare for the worst match of your season.”

“Dream on Mils, we’ve got this in the bag.”

“Sure thing Jacky, sure thing.”

I walked further up the tunnel towards the changeroom, getting ready to deliver my strategy talk to the boys.

“Stop looking at my ass, Grealish!” I shouted without turning around. The boisterous laugh that followed my exclamation was enough to know that I was correct. I didn’t need to turn around to be able to predict what the laddish lad was already doing.

60 minutes of football later.

Amelia was correct in saying that Chelsea were going to win the match, her quiet confidence only getting louder and louder as each premier league match went on. She was apprehensive at first to see if her tactics were going to work in the Prem, or if there was to be some compromise on skill due to the fast-paced nature of the game. So far, however, the Chelsea men were quick learners and even quicker to execute.

One thing she wasn’t prepared for, however, was the absolute worldie that Jack had scored just before half-time at the Bridge. There was an element of familiarity in his goal, recognising the play as one of her own. A small smile crossed  her face after he scored, running to celebrate with the away fans before jogging down past the bench and mouthing a quick “all you baby” at her as he moved back into position. She must have told him about it back when she was in Italy, knowing that there was no chance she would have exchanged her trade secrets to an enemy in the same league. It warmed her to know he paid enough attention to her to be able to practice that on his own with his team and execute it flawlessly in a live game.

What Amelia also wasn’t prepared for was for anyone else to recognise the play. Behind her on the bench sat an oddly-inquisitive Ben. He saw the tactic as it was playing out, recognising the run that Jack had to make to put himself in the box at the exact moment that John McGinn crossed the ball. Better yet, he saw Jack run down the sideline, nowhere near where he should have been, and mouth those words to Amelia. He wanted to know what was going on, was that why she wasn’t ready to commit to him?

Later that same evening.

After a hot shower, Amelia was curled up on the couch, ready to continue the docuseries she was watching the night before when she had an unexpected visitor pop round and confess his feelings to her. Thinking back on the night prior, she was happy that things ended up working out the way they did. Of course she wasn’t exactly thrilled with just how they happened but she could forgive the sweet boy. His intentions were pure and that's not something she was used to. It made her giddy to think about him, and about where things may go in the future.

A ring of her doorbell, almost to the exact hour that it had the night prior, made her get off her couch and walk down the small hall to the front door with a smirk on her face. Expecting to see the same brown-haired, blue-eyed boy that seemed to enjoy ringing her bell after hours. What she saw on the other side, however, was not what she was expecting.

“Jack, what on bloody God’s earth are you doing here?! You should be halfway back to Birmingham by now!”

“Are you gonna let me in love, it’s bloody cold out ‘ere tonight. Come on, shove over,” The slightly-less-than-6-foot-tall footballer commandeered her hallway, shutting the door behind him and locking it. This,  coupled with his overnight duffle bag hanging off his shoulder let Amelia know that he had no other plans but to stay with her.

“Sure, Jack, I suppose you can come in and spend the night crashing in my spare room.”

“Now now, don’t pretend that you’re not happy to see me, love. And a spare room? I believe you promised me a cuddle.”

Rolling her eyes, she couldn’t help but smile at the charming young man. Feeling the blush start to spread from her chest up her neck and across her cheeks, she quickly turned and walked into her kitchen, calling out over her shoulder to ask if he wanted a cup of tea. Feeling a sense of deja vu from the night before, she shook her head and reminded herself that this is nothing like the night before. How could it have been - there was no kissing involved.

“Was that a blush I saw? Do I make you nervous, Amelia?” Somehow, Jack had moved to be right behind the girl at her kitchen counter. Hands on her hips, chest to her back, lips to her ear. Amelia felt herself freeze, and then relax into his hands.

“Jack, please, I don’t think we should do this.”

“Why not, Mils? You can feel it, too. The tension through the screen’s enough to force me into a cold shower most nights.”

And just like the night before, the whistle of the kettle was the only piercing sound resonating around the townhouse. Whilst all she saw was truth behind Ben’s eyes, Jack's eyes were clouded with lust and affection. Just once, she could give in, right?

Leaning her head back to rest on his right shoulder, he attached his lips to the left side of her neck. Hands rolling from the side of her hips, to underneath her shirt, feeling the small navel piercing between his fingers and smirking.

“Didn’t take you for being the kind of girl to have a piercing, Mils,” He spoke into her collarbone, a small nip to the sensitive skin as the girl continued to focus on her breathing.

“Piercings, Jack. I have more than one” She breathlessly spoke, knowing exactly what she was doing now. The admission of having more than one piercing that he could not see was all of the consent Jack needed to continue his exploration of her body.

“Are you going to let me see them, darling?”

“If you’re lucky.”

“I’d say I'm the luckiest guy in the world right now, especially in this position.”

She was unsure how it had happened, but Jack had pressed her further into the countertop. With her back still to his chest, his waist was at the perfect height to press into the small of her back. His leg had settled between both of her own and his hands had found the bottom of her bralette and were gently caressing her rib cage, desperate to get closer to where he presumed her other piercing was.

“We shouldn’t be doing this Jack,” she breathed out into the air, hot air escaping her lungs to resemble what she felt brewing in the pit of her stomach. Desire.

“Why the bloody hell not?” he mumbled into her sweet spot, where her jaw met her neck.

“Because I've been here before. This is bad.” With her eyes shut, he continued his way down her neck. The fabric of her top shifted so he could slide one of her straps down her arm.

“If it's bad, why does it feel so good? '' Whilst his lips got to work on her collarbone, and his hand was busy toying with the elastic line of her bralette, his other hand began to fiddle with her fingers. Entwining them with his own, the kind of strength she needed to feel to make her next decisions.

Pushing back off of the counter, meaning her ass had pushed right into the part of his body where he wanted her most, Amelia turned around and faced Jack. The two stood there, slightly panting, staring at each other. Amelia being the kind of girl that she is, decided that she wanted to have a little slice of the dominance pie. Maintaining eye contact, she lifted the bottom of her t-shirt over her head and dropped in on the floor, that second piercing now very clearly visible through the sheer fabric of her bralette.

“Come on Jack, aren’t you an athlete? What’s got you so out of breath? I thought you’d be able to last a little longer than some heavy petting.” She taunted at the smirking man, wanting nothing more than to mess up his hair as he nestled himself between her thighs. That's exactly the position that they found themselves in not more than 5 minutes later, this time upstairs in her bedroom.

Throughout the multiple rounds of passion that the two so-called friends shared that night, not once had their lips touched. Of course, her lips had touched parts of him and he had definitely been all over a completely different set of lips a few times (and from a few different positions), but face to face, eye to eye, nose to nose - their lips had never met. That told Amelia enough to set her anxiety on fire. Had she just gotten involved with a carbon-copy of the man she left behind in Italy?

The regret seeped through her bones and settled into her heart by the time that the Villa boy had fallen asleep next to her. What had she done? This was not the girl Amelia wanted to be anymore. She was done being the girl that was loved only when the lights went out. She wanted love under the sun, she wanted breakfast by the river, double dates, family parties. She wanted the kind of love that you could never try and hide even if you wanted to. She knew that this wasn’t what Jack was able to offer her. She was grateful for their friendship, she truly was, he made her laugh more than most people but for the first time in a very long time, she was certain that that's all she wanted from him.

Part 11. | parte undicesima

[rebelwrites]

It’s Me Or Her? - Part One

Clay Spenser x Reader

A/N: I’ve had this idea buzzing around my head for a little bit but don’t worry there will be a part 2

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“Yo Y/L/N” Sonny grinned appearing in the doorway of your cage.

“What” you glared looking up from your phone, you knew what he was going to say.

“You haven’t told me if you are going to the bbq tomorrow” he smirked, leaning against the metal. “So you coming or what?”

“I don’t have a choice do I?” You asked.

“Nope I was just being polite asking, if I have to come to your house and kidnap you I will” he grinned.

“Will she be there?” You hissed.

“Well considering she is Clay’s girlfriend and it’s our before deployment bbq yes she will” Sonny nodded, he knew just how much you hated her, and he also knew that ever since she got with Clay you felt like you lost your best friend and also he knew about your feelings for him.

“Great” you said sarcastically, moving your gaze to the door as the rest of the team strolled in.

“Watch out lads, Princess is in a mood today” Sonny laughed quickly changing the subject.

“When isn’t she” Ray winked as he fist bumped you before going to his cage.

“You might be 2IC Perry but I will drop you like a lead balloon” you smiled innocently.

“What’s up?” Clay asked standing where Sonny was just moments ago.

“Nothing, I'm just peachy,” you said, rolling your eyes as you stood up. “Anyway, what do you care?”

“Because you’re my friend” he said with a sad smile on his face.

“Yeah friend” you scoffed barging past him and headed for the door.

“Oi moody where are you going” Jase shouted as you hand touched the handle.

“For a piss and a smoke” you snapped. “Don’t worry I will be back in time for training”

It took Bravo team a while to adjust to having a female on the team but they eventually came around so they all knew how to handle your moods but they were getting a bit concerned with the tension that was bubbling away under the surface between you and Clay. Jase sighed as he pulled Sonny to the side.

“I’m guessing it’s something to do with tomorrow” he whispered.

“Yeah, we are gonna have to keep an eye on her make sure she doesn’t flip out” Sonny whispered.

“Maybe her and Clay need to have it out before we leave, otherwise it’s gonna be a long 3 months” Jase sighed.

“Either way I have a feeling there’s gonna be a fight tomorrow” Sonny whispered. “It’s really starting to get to her now even though she tries not to show it is”

“I actually thought I was going to have to kidnap you” Sonny laughed as he pulled you into a hug.

“Yeah well I considered bailing but things could get interesting” you laughed grabbing a beer out of the cool box, as you brought the bottle to your lips Jase draped his arm over your shoulder.

“I hope you are gonna be on your best behaviour tonight” he smirked.

“I mean when do I ever behave Jase” you smirked looking up at him.

“Just don’t start any fights, okay” he whispered, kissing the top of your head.

“No promises” you shrugged, wiggling out of his grasp to go find Cerberus.

The moment you flopped onto the grass you saw Clay and Jenny walk into the garden, you didn’t realise you growled until Cerberus nuzzled his snout against your cheek.

“I know buddy” you whispered kissing his nose. You really didn’t see what Clay saw in her, she wasn’t the type of person to hang around with rowdy tier one operators, in fact she was the person to date one just so say she dated a Seal. I mean who wears six inch stilettos to a god damn bbq.

All you wanted to do was punch her in the face, but you knew everyone would be keeping tabs on you tonight so you decided to stay out the way, the way you were feeling right now it was the safe option.

Your peace didn’t last long as Sonny came over and literally flung you over his shoulder.

“I swear to god I will stab you asshole” you growled as he carried you through the garden.

“Stop being an unsociable demon then” he laughed dropping your on your ass in the middle of the group.

“You better sleep with one eye open in J-Bad” you growled looking up at him “I’m coming for you Sonny Quinn”

“Give it your best shot Princess” he winked before going back to the grill.

Sighing in defeat you pulled your phone out , connecting it to Blackburn’s outdoor surround system, scrolling through your playlist you were looking for one song, a song that you knew would cause shit but you needed a good fight. Standing to your feet you went to join Jase, Ray and Sonny around the grill whilst pressing play on the song.

Hey, hey, you, you, I don't like your girlfriend (That's right) No way, no way, I think you need a new one. Hey, hey, you, you, I could be your girlfriend. Hey, hey, you, you, I know that you like me. No way, no way, you know it's not a secret. Hey, hey, you, you, I want to be your girlfriend

“Please tell me you didn’t just put this song on” Jase sighed as he realised the song you put on that was now blasting out loud.

“Don’t know what you are on about” you shrugged “I just put my playlist on shuffle”

“Give me strength” he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Dude it’s just a song chill out” you laughed.

“Yes but it’s the meaning behind the song and you know it” Ray sighed.

You're so fine, I want you mine, you're so delicious. I think about you all the time, you're so addictive. Don't you know what I can do to make you feel alright? (Alright, alright, alright, alright)

“Look I’m not going to do anything so chill out” you nodded looking around the garden, making eye contact with Clay. You always had flirty banter with him until he got with Jenny, she instantly took a disliking to you, didn’t like how close you were with Clay. Your eyes were still locked as you sang along with the song. “Don't pretend, I think you know I'm damn precious. And hell yeah, I'm the motherfucking princess. I can tell you like me too and you know I'm right”

In a way this was your way of admitting your true feelings to him, it was ironic that you wasn’t afraid of being the first person through the door but when it came to your feelings that scared the fuck out of you.

She's like so whatever. You could do so much better. I think we should get together now. And that's what everyone's talking about. Hey, hey, you, you, I don't like your girlfriend. No way, no way, I think you need a new one. Hey, hey, you, you, I could be your girlfriend. Hey, hey, you, you, I know that you like me. No way, no way, you know it's not a secret. Hey, hey, you, you, I want to be your girlfriend

“Whatever happens you have my six right?” You asked looking up at the boys.

“You know we always do” Ray said, squeezing your shoulder. “Just don’t do anything stupid”

“Come on this is me we are on about Ray” you laughed sipping your beer, watching how Jenny realised you and Clay were still holding eye contact across the garden and you could literally see steam coming out of her ears. “But if she wants to start fucking let her”

“That’s what I’m worried about” he sighed “we don’t need you banged up for this deployment”

“When do I ever lose a fight” you winked before going to mingle with the rest of the team.

The boys couldn’t take their eyes off Clay and Jenny, just waiting for the moment it popped off so they could intervene.

“Deployment is going to be fun” Sonny said with sarcasm laced in his voice.

In a second, you'll be wrapped around my finger. 'Cause I can, 'cause I can do it better. There's no other, so when's it gonna sink in? She's so stupid, what the hell were you thinking? In a second, you'll be wrapped around my finger. 'Cause I can, 'cause I can do it better. There's no other, so when's it gonna sink in? She's so stupid, what the hell were you thinking?

Before you knew it you felt someone pulling your hair making you scream at the sudden contact. That was it, you saw red, you ignored the pain from Jenny’s grip on your hair as you managed to get out of her hold, without even thinking your fist connected with her face, so hard you felt it crack making your smirk.

“Don’t ever try to sneak attack a Seal bitch” you spat as she clutched her nose.

“Y/N what the fuck” Clay snapped rushing to Jenny’s aid, “you fucking broke her nose”

“Oh did I?” You shrugged, rolling your eyes.

“The fuck has gotten into you recently, this isn’t you” Clay shouted as Trent took Jenny to go see to her nose.

“Oh that’s fucking rich coming from you” you growled, squaring you with Clay with your fists balled at your side.

“I don’t know what youre talking about” Clay growled back, your bodies pressed together.

“Well how about ever since you got with her , you never hang with the team anymore, you bail on us all the goddamn time. Or how about when I needed my best friend because I was having a hard time with some news I got but you blew me off because you had plans with her” you screamed as the hot tears ran down your cheeks. “Or when the weight of the last fucking op was near enough crushing me to the point I nearly left the fucking team, you didn’t even notice because you are never around. So much for being my best friend and having my six”

“Come one Y/L/N” Jase said in your ear as he wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you away from Clay.

“I didn’t know” Clay said, softening his tone.

“Like I said it’s because you are never around” you screamed as you thrashed in Jason’s grip. As Jenny appeared next to Clay, wrapping her hand around his arm. “You know I was moments away from spilling my heart out to you last deployment but stopped myself because you’d never feel anything for your best friend despite the years of flirting”

“Baby she’s just jealous” Jenny whined.

“Bitch I can show you jealous if you want” you growled as Jase picked you up taking you further away from the situation.

“Walk it off” he snapped as he put you on the ground.

“Why should I?” You snapped.

“Just fucking walk it off Y/N” Jase snapped before dropping his tone. “Please just go calm down”

“Fine” you huffed grabbing the bottle of whiskey off the side when he let you go.

As you were taking yourself for a walk to try and calm down you heard Jenny ask Clay a question that you weren't sure if you wanted to know the answer to so you started sprinting to get as far away from them as possible.

“You gotta choose Clay, it’s me or her?”

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V-card anon: hi sorry about that first ask i kinda went into a fugue state (spelling?) altered state of reality maybe when i wrote that and damn near outlined a fic in your inbox

The way we played hot seat was either part of a larger drinking game when a certain card was pulled from a deck, or just on it's own. You sit in a circle, everyone has a drink, usually a beer or cider. In the card pull version, the one who pulls the card gets asked a question by every person playing and if they refuse to answer they drink from their drink. In the standalone, you do that but everyone gets a turn being asked until people get bored and leave. Fun way to find out shit about people. Usually the unwritten rule is that you can't lie. I imagine everyone sitting on shitty chouches and chairs in a semi circle around a table full of cups and bottles playing it

Questions i have been asked: are you a top or bottom? Do you like anal? Wheres the weirdest place you've fucked? Body count? Favorite position (sexual)? Fuck marry kill/ignore people in this room (EVERY TIME I PLAYED I GOT THIS QUESTION)? Tits or ass or other? Favorite non sexual body part ex. Thigh? Ideal fuck buddy? Sex regrets? Etc

Also more weird details i have head cannoned out for some drivers and most likely does not fit with irl personalities, do with this what you will, use it or don't i just have feelings. Also everyone is like compressed in age to like 20-27ish except for some of the grid who i will just think of as younger alumns who come back:

Danny R: social chair, owns a jeep he takes the doors off of in the summer, walks girls home at night to make sure they're ok, tries to DJ house events and is rebuffed by literally everyone, has like 30 pairs of vans you trip over in his room, stolen roadsigns everywhere, masters in something arigcultural or physiological, cutoff frat shirts for days, fuckboy but nice, a bit cringe, will drive around with you at night so you can scream, met reader bc she had a band tee on and wanted to talk to her about it (no gatekeeping)

Charles: some kind of engineering or math degree but no one has any idea how the fuck he's gotten so far, 4.0 never studies, games with other house members, will show up at events randomly you will have no idea how he gets on your couch but he is there, the best and worst taste in clothes, is the only one allowed to play the piano in the house, sweet, cannot help you with studies but is always down for helping you out after, has to be reminded to clean stuff, disaster bi, reader met his gf first and they probably met through that

Pierre: good fashion and music taste, shirt is gone halfway through the night, also fuckboy but wholesome, actually studies, plays a sport for sure probably soccer in some way either club or Division he's too good for rec, will hold your hair back so you can throw up, will tell you your outfit sucks, good at math, also part of the squad that games, econ major, workout buddies with reader anday have taken a math class together

Max: is part of the hockey team he will go pro, also actually studies, got into gaming because of Charles, has the nicest car, is serious until he gets a couple drinks in him, he and Daniel are close and roomed together at some point, owns like 30 sets of the same outfit a white tee and jeans, knows reader through Dan and they get dragged by him to some of the same stuff

Lando: is a pledge or new member his big is Carlos, undeclared major, just happy to be here, gaming squad, used to play lacrosse or something equally obscure, king of knowing where the good snacks are, weirdly good at beer pong, growing into a fuckboy wholesomeness level tbd, probably sweet with reader as she helped him through a blackout or something, met her because she's basically house mom for some of the new boys (the kind of mom who will teach you to do laundry or iron ONCE)

Carlos: hockey flow but does not play hockey, actually studies and is smarter than what people give him credit for, came from a private high school and uni really opened his horizons, also good study buddy, gets along with most people, goes to office hours the most out of the actually studies gang, fun at parties, owns the frat dogs, he and reader met at Office hours (they were the only students) and found they had mutual friends too

Lewis: is/was president of frat, great grades greater bod, did full evolution from fuckboy to good man, has the back tests and the moral support, up for late noght talks about life, definitely was a D1 athlete, best fashion game, implemented no hazing policy, fits into notable alum or PhD category

Mick: undergrad like Lando, also plays soccer or something, too sweet, also walks girls home/holds your hair back etc, cleans parts of the house that aren't his responsibility, higher alcohol tolerance than you expect, everyone is bizarrely protective of him, legacy member (his dad was a legend), drives a motorbike around campus and can't decide between law and psychology, actually studies, met reader through the frat and she would die for him, brings her to class on the bike sometimes because the bike is faster

George: business major, frat treasurer, three ring binder business casual in class kind of guy, nice enough, shirt comes off when drunk, runs marathons and a podcast about investments, best notes in the game and great study partner, actually studies, is drinking monster at 6AM but not because he stayed up late, he and reader met through the frat and sometimes drink wine and bitch together

Lance: hockey player, legacy member, studies sometimes, sarcasm on point, great at stack cup, very chill, knows every good nap spot on campus, also has high alcohol tolerance, is the kind of person who does well in the cold but does not like it, wears headphones so people don't talk to him, great one on one but not in crowds, business major and minor in computer science, probably also met thru Lance's gf but vibe as more introverted people and will cover for each other if one does not want to go out

Nicky: a good boy, part of the walks people home squad, sets up designated drivers for parties, good snack game, future in medical field, good listener, pretty good study buddy, midnight snack enabler, met reader through frat and his gf he and reader are on babysitting duty together sometimes when others get too drunk/high

Yuki: also a pledge or new, majoring in games or computer science as they gave me the same energy as him, games squad, bit of a mad lad, has several stolen street signs, good, met reader through frat and Yuki is the only one patient enough to explain some games to reader, they cuss people out on mic

Esteban: good man, has a full ride scholarship, actually studies, also good study buddy, Dan's little, plays soccer but maybe on a rec team because he prioritizes school, very sweet guy as well, probably chose a really practical major/dual major, met reader through Dan and are also dragged similar places by him

Antonio: manbun, philosophy or classics major possibly business dual, generally good natured but can be seen supplying his own wine at parties, used to be really into metal but kept the hair, does not know that people find him attractive, soccer boi, met reader through frat and she's the only one who will (pretend) to listen to him rant about philosophy

Alex Albon: another full scholarship guy, somehow gets along with everyone, switched majors due to an asshole professor, electrical engineering or computer engineering, actually studies, helps with frat pets,will show you pictures of his cats at home, sweetie, another contender for will hold your hair or walk you home, probably met reader through a class or club and found they had mutual friends and that reader is friends with his gf

Notable alums:

Checo - dad, successful in finance somehow (he looks like an really successful accountant of CFO to me idk why)

Kimi - dad but people forget he is, holds the record for most drinks in 24 hours that will never be come close to by anyone else, shows up on random alum weekends with 2 kegs, legally cannot tell you what he does or he would actually have to murder you

Valterri - was good at a sport when he was there, now a very effective lead engineer at an architectural firm

Seb - environmental or mechanical engineering, all around good guy with someone the best grades in frat history

Alonso - legendary for sexual exploits (consensual)

Anyone I put as actually studies is probably the type reader would hang around for more serious stuff/schoolwork and would probably be closer to, with the exception of Dan bc I feel like he'd be like we're friends now :)) we shall hang or Charles bc he will just show up. I also imagine she has a pretty good friendship with any existing gf, however if a driver does have a gf and he is the love interest sorry bb girl u gotta go for the purposes of this fic

Sorry this is so long hahaaaaaaa glad you liked my Charles thoughts ilu

i honestly wasn’t going to share this like the rest of the anon asks i’ve gotten that i keep close to my heart but this was just too good to keep to myself.

LOOK! AT! THIS!

f1 drivers as frat bros/college students headcannon

i’m writing a series - each “chapter” will be a smut with a different frat bro and i’m hoping to post a sneak peek this week some time but here’s something to hold you over and give you some ideas

to my vcard anon - i appreciate this so much. my inbox is always open for ur thoughts bc they are SO GOOD !! can’t wait for you to read the first part of the series bby

PS if some of this doesn’t make sense to u feel free to send in asks (i know a lot of this is focused on american college culture so if u don’t get it i’m happy to explain)

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M.ilo simp here again...instead of prompts, could you write a story with anything as M.ilo pred? (Again, oral + samesize preferred). Apologies for sending another ask so soon but I can't help myself~

Well, lucky for you, M.ilo is perfect and I'm still in a very particular mood for people eating P.okemon soooo...let's go a bit more in depth with that last prompt I did for him, huh? Because I realized it would work a lot better as a story. Probably my longest one yet, actually!

M.ilo was on break since today was his weekly fan meet-and-greet, and today’s lucky winner was a cute little lad that seemed pretty shy. Not that M.ilo minded, he thought it was just adorable! The trainer seemed more than happy to be with him for the day, though, but now he was getting extra flustered since M.ilo had made his usual request to see the trainer’s P.okemon. It was near the end of the day, so he was going to send the lucky guy home with a fresh bag of his custom manure.

The trainer fumbled a bit with the first P.okeball as he grabbed it and opened it up. M.ilo was expecting something small and cute to come out of it to match the trainer, so he was surprised when a massive R.illaboom practically thumped onto the ground right in front of him. Now he thinks he understands why the trainer was being so flustered with him. Fortuntely, M.ilo was more than capable of handling big meals like this! He wasn’t as big and strong as he was for nothing after all!

“Well, you know that I have to respect the choice of using the G.rass type start!” Milo says with a big grin. “Good thing I also find them to be the tastiest of the bunch!” The R.illaboom seemed to perk up at the comment, but M.ilo grabbed it by the strand of leaf-like hair sticking in front of its face and giving a sharp tug. It cries out and jerks forward, right into M.ilo’s wide open maw. Despite the muscular build of the groilla P.okemon, a few heavy gulps and slurps from M.ilo sent its bulky frame squeezing down his gullet and bloating out his guts. It took him no time at all to reduce what was no doubt a very powerful and well trained starter P.okemon into a bulge in his belly.

A slimy belch rumbles out of M.ilo, both of his hands resting on his hips as he stood tall. He could feel the R.illaboom moving around inside of him, muffled cries echoing from his gut. While the g.ym leader might have normally wanted to relax and enjoy this for a good while, he didn’t have the time for that, so he let his gut get to work. Heavy churning and gurgling rumbled out of him and his powerful abs clench tightly every so often. The R.illaboom got more frantic as the stomach around it began to shrink down. But as the gut kept reducing in inches with every clench, the defined bulges began to soften and shrink down, and the movement and cries got softer and weaker, until M.ilo’s gut finally rounded out at half the original size, filled with nothing but gorilla sludge. Then it was shrinking down even faster as it all went pumping through his intestines. “Been a little while since any of my fans brought me a meal like this. I hope you had more where that came from!”

The trainer’s entire face was bright red after watching his Pokemon be reduced to nothing in less than five minutes by M.ilo’s powerful stomach. He watched as it finally stopped shrinking with a soft gurgle, not a bit thicker than before. M.ilo’s muscles were straining his shirt as well now. He’d already fully processed the R.illaboom and it’d been alive just minutes ago! Realizing he was staring, though, the trainer shook his head and quickly released his next P.okemon, hoping to see it again.

A powerful P.angoro was now towering over M.ilo, arm’s crossed as it huffed, unimpressed. M.ilo just grinned and let out a deep, bassy belch that stunk of digested G.rass type. The panda’s nose twitched a few times and he let out a soft grumble, leaning down closer as if to get a better smell of things. M.ilo grabbed it by the ears and yanked it down, shoving that muzzle into his jaws. A thick gulp slurped in the head, and then the big bear was sliding down the hatch just like the other P.okemon had before it. It actually tried to put up a fight by roaring and struggling with all its might, but it was just a pair of kicking legs hanging out of M.ilo’s jaws by then, and those were slurped up in just a few seconds. It got a few moments to throw some solid punches into the tight stomach walls and let out very intimidating roars before that stomach started up.

It was just as fast as it had been the first time. Those powerful punches started to look less impressive when the bulge was losing its shape and pushing out less. And that intimidating roar was turning into a very pathetic whine as the guts smelted and compacted around the P.angoro. And then he was gone with a clench and a slosh, and all that sludge was pumping along after his teammate. M.ilo gained some extra muscle off of that one, which left him flexing. “F.ighting types always make for a great work out replacement, you know. Nothing quite beats it!”

Next was a chubby O.bstagoon, which found itself staring down a wide open gullet the moment it was let out of its Pokeball. It didn’t even get to make a sound before getting shoveled down the hatch. Despite how scary that P.okemon seemed, the smell of R.illaboom and P.angoro wafting in M.ilo’s groaning stomach left it a frightened, whimpering mess. It put up the least resistance as the stomach began to reduce it down into sludge. O.bstagoon digested the faster, getting out a meek roar before he was suddenly crushed into sludge and pumping down into M.ilo’s bloated intestines. He was mostly reduced to soft belly fat, but there were no complaints for that.

S.awk came after that and he was the smallest so far, but the muscules he had rivaled M.ilo’s! Which also meant he was going to be adding nicely to it as he was grabbed and snarfed down. This one was a bit feistry than the rest, and M.ilo almost fell backwards from the punch he took to the chest once his jaws were over its head. But that first swallow pinned its arms down and he was slurping down the F.ighting type with ease from there. M.ilo had to give it some credit, too. The S.awk fought back to the very last minute, the kicking and punching he was receiving only stopping when his gut finally finished off the softening P.okemon. It made for one impressive belch, too! And as the protein-rich sludge pumped through his lower guts, M.ilo could feel his muscles getting even stronger.

Grimmsnarl came second to last and was easily the largest of the entire team. It complained a lot, too, as Milo started stuffing it down his gullet with each powerful swallow and hard shove against its bulk frame. He could tell the F.airy type was not excited to be his food, but a final gulp sent down its feet and those complaints meant very little. It wasn’t all that resilient, despite its very vocal complaints, and it had gone soft and quiet after only a few clenches. M.ilo’s gut was really noisy as it bubbles and groaned while sending the slop down. He got bigger all around off a meal like that!

And that left the final P.okemon, a fat T.oxicitry who, all things considered, really didn’t seem to mind the current predicament. Since it was the last P.okemon, M.ilo devoured that one feet first, and it didn’t do anything to resist the pull of his gullet. It let out a lazy cry just before it’s head was gulped down and it dropped into M.ilo’s gut. It fell apart in a single clench, but that mix of P.oison and E.lectric typing left him incredibly gassy. He couldn’t stop belching the entire time it was processing.

But before long, it was gone, too. M.ilo had reduced an entire team of clearly powerful P.okemon dow into some added heft on his frame in under half an hour. Well, that, and a massive shit he couldn’t hold in any more. Six bags were filled up due to how large each meal was, all of them the same but different. Each pile was made of thick, soft logs that smelled awfully rancid, the smell only alleviated once they were sealed in the burlap sacks. Each one was packed with bones and whatever fur remained from each meal. The trainer got to watch each bag get filled with his teammates. He let out a soft noise each time he recognized the skull getting pushed out of M.ilo’s ass and into the bag.

Soon enough, he was walking off with a wagon, six heavy bags of dung stacked in it, each one with a cartoon decal to represent the which P.okemon was in which bag. M.ilo grinned and waved as the trainer walked off with his team, and the g.ym l.eader was hoping he’d get another big meal next week as well.

[firstdegreefangirl]

If you are open to Ted Lasso requests, then Roy Kent/Keeley Jones + sickfic and snuggles?

Oh, nonnie, this got WAY out of hand. But I had SO MUCH FUN writing it, so thank you! There's a lot going on at the beginning here, but I swear there are sickfic and snuggles under the break. I hope you like it!

Read the whole thing in one click HERE on ao3!

The morning gets off to a late start, right out of the gate. The team bus leaves late when they lose Nate again (this year they knew to check the luggage hold, but no one thought to look in the upstairs bathroom, where he was “looking for a little extra privacy, sorry”) and there’s more traffic than anyone could have predicted.

Altogether, it means that the team hardly makes it to Sheffield with time to drop their bags at the hotel before they’re due at the stadium for the game.

Roy tosses a duffel bag onto one of the double beds in the room he’s sharing with Ted tonight (not by choice; it turns out relegation means there’s not enough money in the team budget for all four coaches to have separate suites. Last away game, he and Nate had been roommates, but Ted has some big idea about everyone spending equal amounts of time together in the name of ‘equitable morale,’ and apparently coaching staff isn’t exempt.)

Really, he should have taken the job with SkySports.

At least then, he wouldn’t be pulling a furry green unicorn out of his bag and sitting it carefully by the pillows.

“Security object, Roy?” Ted points from across the room as Roy reaches for his phone. “Respect. No shame in a man seeking a little comfort from-”

“Fuck off,” he snaps, but there’s no real heat behind it. “Phoebe’s mad her mum wouldn’t let her come on a sleepover with the team this weekend. Asked me to bring Captain McKibbin along instead, the little idiot. I … promised to send pictures. As proof.”

“Hey, I get it. My boy’s done many a Flat Stanley in his day.” Clearly, Ted expects him to know what this means, so Roy nods if only to save himself the explanation. “Anyway, we’ve got to meet the fellas in the lobby, head over to the field – pitch.” A full year in, and Ted still struggles with the vernacular sometimes. It’d drive Roy nuts, if the guy hadn’t done so much to help him and his career. “Is, ah, will Captain McCarlson be joining us for the-”

“McKibbin. Captain McKibbin, and he will not. Phoebe says he can stay here, to ward off any bad dream monsters.”

“Well you be sure to let her know that I intend to sleep snug as a bug in a rug tonight. No, two rugs!” Tim points at Roy with both hands, then spins around and opens the door to the hallway.

He still hasn’t gotten a chance to catch up with Keeley before the match starts. She and Rebecca had driven out separately – something about girl talk and lattes – but he knows she’s around somewhere. The owner’s box is a little different everywhere they go, but never too terribly hard to find, and he catches a glimpse of her bright pink peacoat when he looks around during the opening lineup. She's sitting between Rebecca and Higgins, and as soon as she notices him watching, she waves happily. He lifts a hand in response, then tucks it back against his chest, turning back to the pitch and squaring his shoulders as the first half begins.

Richmond is playing well; Isaac has stepped up and really filled Roy’s shoes as captain, and all the lads are on the same wavelength, without having to say much of anything to one another. He hates to admit it, but Roy wonders if the seamless communication doesn’t have something to do with the scavenger hunt they’d hosted in the locker room last night. Ted had blindfolded half of the players, and made the other half sit on the bench and shout directions. The whole thing had been a mess, but then they’d passed around the bottle of vodka he’d stashed behind the clean boots as a prize, and everyone had left smiling. If that’s it, Roy can’t deny the results, but he’ll damn sure try.

That’s what he’s thinking about a few minutes later when he turns around again, looking for Keeley in the stands. He’s always looking for her, when he doesn’t have to be watching every second of the match. She’s almost always watching him right back, before he’s even looking at her. And half the time, he’ll feel his phone vibrate in his pocket. Even if he can’t check it until halftime, he knows it’s a comment on the quality of the plays, or the other team’s kits, or how much she likes the view of his ass from the box.

But now, when he looks, he can’t find her anywhere. He looks again, trying to pick her out in the sea of Richmond jerseys. Most of the faces are strangers, but he can distinguish between them. All the way at the top, where Keeley had been sitting before, it’s just Rebecca and Higgins now, an empty seat folded up between them.

Roy stares for a moment, waiting for her to reappear with a soft pretzel or something. But she doesn’t. Eventually, Rebecca catches his eyeline, and shakes her head. Her lips move, but there’s no way Roy can make out the words. All he knows is that Keeley has disappeared, and judging from Rebecca’s gesture, she’s been gone for more than a few minutes.

Something isn’t right; he can feel it in his stomach. And in his knee, but that’s more from the impending winter. The feeling about Keeley, that sits deep in his gut, twisting and knotting around his organs as he turns back to the pitch.

The lads are lining up the next play, but Ted, Nate and Beard are spread out along the sideline. Roy sidesteps around Beard, almost trips over Nate when he moves back just as Roy passes behind him, and finally comes to a stop next to Ted.

"Coach?”

“What’s up, Roy?” Ted doesn’t turn toward him, but he leans in Roy’s direction, and he knows he’s got the man’s full attention.

He hears the announcer take notice of his new position, the commentary echoing around them.

On Richmond’s side of the field, former team member turned coach Roy Kent is vying for the attention of head coach Ted Lasso. The players are lined up; what could he be saying?

But Roy doesn’t say anything. He just points, arms still folded across his chest, until Ted looks up to the stands behind them.

Both coaches now, looking up at the audience. Surely they’re not surprised at the show of support for the Richmond Greyhounds? They’ve sold out almost every game since their relegation …

The rest of the announcement fades to the background when understanding spreads across Ted’s face. Roy knows he’s seen the empty seat, knows he’ll understand the concern Roy can’t put into words. He raises an eyebrow when Tim looks back to his face, and the other coach nods.

“Just be in the locker room for halftime, yeah? The guys are countin’ on you for a speech to hype them up for the rest of the game.”

Roy jerks his chin up and down, then heads for the tunnel that’ll take him out of view of the crowds. The announcer’s voice comes behind him again.

Coach Kent, now heading off of the pitch. Makes you wonder what’s going on for the Greyhounds. Have they sent a coach away in the middle of a match, or did he ask to be excused? And why? But gameplay continues without him …

It’s only a few steps before he’s in the locker room, trying to shake off the memory of the last time he’d left the pitch before a match was up. It’s empty, no signs of another occupant, but the solitude gives him an opportunity to fish his phone out of his pocket.

No texts, no missed calls. Right away, he dials Keeley’s number.

If you’re looking for the PR Manager for the Richmond Greyhounds, leave a message for Keeley Jones after the beep. If you’re trying to reach your best friend Keeley for a round of drinks, hang up and text me. Oh, and Rebecca? If it’s too long to text, I’ll check my emails soon. Kisses!

“Oi, it’s me,” Roy all but grunts into the speaker when Keeley’s voicemail recording is done. “You’re not in your seat. Not that you have to be, but Rebecca hadn’t seen you, and I didn’t …” he trails off, suddenly afraid of sounding clingy and controlling. “Anyway, call me when you get this.”

He stares at his home screen after he hangs up, a selfie Keeley had nabbed his phone to take. He’s got an arm wrapped around her shoulders and his lips pressed against her temple, and her face is scrunched up in laughter. It’s ridiculous, the first time anyone but a blood relative has ever been his background, but he can’t help smiling at it, even as the worry knots itself tighter in his stomach.

When he can’t stand it any longer, he texts Rebecca.

You seen her?

Her reply is almost instant.

Not since she left. I have her coat, phone is in the pocket. Heard it ring.

Well, shit. She doesn’t have her phone, and as far as Roy knows, nobody has any idea where his girlfriend is.

But then there’s a sniffle from inside one of the toilet stalls. He’d know that sound anywhere; it’s the same noise Keeley makes every time they watch a Disney film together, right before he teases her for crying and she pokes fun right back at how he’s not.

He’d peered under the doors when he walked in, checking for feet, but he knocks on the stall anyway.

“Keeley?” He calls, pushing the door open slowly. Sure enough, she’s inside, sitting with her feet tucked up onto the seat, head wedged between her knees and hands clamped tightly around the back of her skull. “Babe, what’s going on?”

“It’s so … it’s so loud out there,” she whispers, but doesn’t look up. “All the yelling and shouting and cheering. It’s a good thing, I know, that the fans are engaged, but it was just pounding on my brain, making my eyes go all spotty. I tried to stick it out, Roy, really; I know how much these games mean to you, to the whole team. But then I felt like I was going to vomit and-” Keeley chokes on a sob. “I couldn’t find anywhere else quiet to go.”

“Right, well come on,” Roy reaches out slowly and squeezes one of her shoulders. “There’s got to be somewhere better to sit than a men’s toilet stall. You’ve met the lads, they’re disgusting.”

Keeley chuckles, thick and teary, but drops her knees and lets Roy pull her to her feet. As soon as she’s standing, she wraps her arms around his waist and buries her face in his chest. It can’t be too comfortable; he hasn’t taken off the Richmond windbreaker he wears for every game, but Keeley relaxes when Roy doesn’t push her away. Instead, he locks his arms around her shoulders and walks them both slowly back until he can drop onto one of the benches. Keeley stays leaned against him, but brings one hand up to cover her eyes where the harsh lighting seeps in.

“Alright, now, what is it?” Roy asks, when Keeley hasn’t said anything for a while. “You seemed alright when we left this morning.”

“I was. Or, I thought I was anyway. Just a little tired, maybe, but that was all. It was fine until the car ride, but then I got really queasy, and my head started throbbing.” Roy reaches up to scratch his fingers gently through her hair and she sighs. “It got a little better when we got out of the car, but then it was just so-”

“Loud, I know,” he finishes for her, then they both fall silent.

Exhaustion. Nausea. Headache. His sister had those symptoms once, just shy of eight years ago.

Shit.

“Keel. You don’t think you’re … You – we – couldn’t be … you aren’t …"

“What?”

“Um, pregnant? I know we’re careful, but …" Keeley cuts him off with a laugh that turns into a whimper, and he tightens his hold on her.

“No. Definitely not. Not this week, for sure. Just a migraine, I think. Used to get them sometimes, but it’s been a bit.”

“Good,” Roy sighs. “I mean, someday, maybe, but not …”

“Not yet,” Keeley agrees, and something goes warm in his chest, knowing that they’re on the same page. Right now, they don’t need to worry about anything except getting Keeley back in fighting shape.

“Have you taken anything?” She nods against his chest.

“This morning, um, in the car. It didn’t help much. Just need it dark. And quiet.”

“OK, that’s alright,” Roy whispers, dropping his voice even quieter. “It should be almost half, what say we find somewhere else for you to hole up before everyone comes barging in like heathens?”

He’s not sure exactly where they can go, but he knows he’s got to get Keeley out of the locker room before they clear the players off the pitch. She shrugs half-heartedly, and lets Roy pull her back to her feet. He doesn’t have a plan yet, but he starts walking them slowly toward the door as he looks around. There are no offices in here, no treatment rooms or storage closets.

He hasn’t checked the time since he found Keeley, but he’s played enough years of football that his body’s internal clock can feel the seconds ticking away. There’s maybe two or three minutes left, and Ted wants him to give the halftime pep talk. If he asked, if he explained everything, he could probably get out of it, maybe trade Beard for next week or something. Keeley needs him.

But the team needs him too.

All at once, it hits him.

Rebecca.

Rebecca doesn’t have a role in the halftime routine. There’s nothing happening on the field and she almost never comes to the locker room before the match ends. And she’s got a car here; that’s somewhere quiet Keeley can sit, at least until the second half gets underway.

He wiggles his phone out of his pocket again and reopens the text thread.

Found her in locker room. Migraine. Can you meet us and take her outside for halftime? Ted wants me to give speech.

Rebecca doesn’t reply, but a minute or so later, Roy hears the steady click-clack of her heels coming down the hall. Keeley whimpers, and he presses a kiss to her hair as the door swings open.

“Hey,” he says, shifting around to look at Rebecca.

“Hello,” she whispers back.

“Hey, Keeley, Rebecca’s here now,” Roy tips his face back down to whisper against the shell of her ear. “Think you can make it outside with her?”

“We can head back to the hotel, Keeley, if you think that’d help? It’s only a few minutes’ drive.”

“Yeah, ‘s quieter there,” she says, but doesn’t move.

“And I’ll meet you there just as soon as the match is done, hmm?” He runs his fingers up and down her arm, shifting away slightly. “Here, want to take my sunglasses, block out some of the light?”

At that, Keeley squeezes her eyes shut and turns her face up toward Roy. He chuckles and slides his glasses over her eyes, then brushes a kiss to the tip of her nose.

“Alright then, off you go,” He lets Rebecca take her by the arm and lead her back out of the locker room, trying to ignore the way his heart clenches at the sight of her trudging away, hunched over against her own discomfort.

He’ll be back with her soon enough. But the door has no more than swung shut behind them when it bounces open again. Jamie and Sam are leading the pack, the whole team piling in around him.

As usual, their energy is infectious, and Roy finds himself slapping hands and patting backs as he makes his way across the room to where Ted is bringing up the rear.

“Hey, Roy, you get everything all squared away?”

“For now. Rebecca’s taking Keeley back to the hotel; she’s not feeling well.” He should have known better than to hope that Ted Lasso would ever let anything drop with a simple explanation.

“Well that’d explain the text message I got from Boss Lady asking if she’d be alright rooming with me tonight.” Roy’s eyebrows go up at that. “And I’m guessin’ from the look on your face that she didn’t mention anything about that to you? Aw, geez, I hope I didn’t spoil a surprise or anything. But the cat’s out of the metaphorical bag now, isn’t it? So I might as well tell you that I told her that I was a-OK with switching up the room arrangements if that’s what’s best for everyone tonight. Thataways you can keep an eye on Keeley, and down the hall we can have Biscuits with the Boss: Evening Edition. How’s that sit with you?”

“Honestly, Ted, I have no opinion on what time of day you eat biscuits,” Roy sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “But thanks. I think. For making sure I can be there for Keeley.”

“We’re all on the same team here, right? What’s good for the goose and all that, we’re at our best when everyone is at their own, individual best. Hey, speaking of, there are some guys in here, waiting for someone to put a little extra pep in their step for the back end of this game. If you’re not up for it, I can see what Coach Beard has up his sleeve, or-”

“No, it’s fine,” Roy cuts him off before the rambling can reach full speed again. “I’ve got this one.”

He turns back to the group, and yells for everyone to listen up. When he’s got their attention, he takes a deep breath.

“What you’re doing on the pitch today, it’s fucking amazing,” he starts. “Not the score, though that’s pretty alright too. But that doesn’t matter half as much as how you’re playing. Hell, you assholes keep communicating this well, you’re going to put us coaches out of a job. I know Ted’s all about the rhymes and anecdotes and shit, but that’s not … I’m not a walking greeting card store,” everyone chuckles, Ted included. “But get back out there, keep working together, and dammit, make the four of us redundant!”

There’s a round of half-sarcastic applause, then Ted steps forward.

“Alright, y’all heard the man. Don’t get tired, get us fire—well, actually, don’t get us fired. That’s not … take the sentiment of what Roy said, but do me a favor and don’t take him literally. I like working with y’all. Anyway, Coach Beard’s gonna take it from here, walk y’all through a couple plays for the second half.”

The players cluster around Beard and his whiteboard diagram, and Ted finds his way back over to Roy at the back of the group.

“You know, if you need to head out a little early today, we can pull through without you. Sometimes a team is strongest when it’s split up to work on all the different things it needs to get done. Like taking care of each other.”

Any other day, he likes to think he’d insist on staying for the rest of the match. But if he’s honest with himself, he knows that he’ll put Keeley first anytime she needs him to.

“That’d be great, Ted. Thanks.”

“Hey, no problem, Roy. I’ll come check up on y’all when we get back?” Roy nods and shakes Ted’s hand quickly, then slips out of the locker room while Beard is saying something about the Sheffield players having “lots of power, like a high-watt light bulb.”

He doesn’t have a car, doesn’t feel like waiting on an Uber, so it’s a half-hour's walk back to the hotel. When he gets there, Rebecca is already waiting for him in the lobby.

“Ted gave me your room number,” she starts, as soon as they’ve said their hellos. “Keeley’s up there lying down. I, uh, I assumed yours was the bed with the unicorn on it?”

“It’s Phoebe’s,” he groans. “But yes.”

“I’m sure.” But she’s smirking like she might not be. “Anyway, Ted’s things are already taken care of, and I think I got everything of Keeley’s into your room, but she unpacked her entire suitcase first thing, so I might’ve missed some shoes or something.”

“No problem. She’ll get them back, I’m sure. Thanks for taking care of her.”

“Anytime, Roy. Really. I’m just down the hall, if either of you need anything.”

Roy nods his thanks and steps into the elevator.

He swipes his key card to unlock the door, then turns the handle and pushes it open slowly. The lights are turned off, and the curtains drawn, so he makes his way carefully, trying to remember if these rooms have any wayward furniture for him to stumble over.

Thankfully, the walkway is clear. He sits gently on the edge of his bed, smiling when the Keeley-shaped lump of covers shifts closer to him.

“Hey, babe,” she mutters.

“Hi,” Roy presses his lips together and pats what he thinks is probably her knee through the blankets. “Feeling better?”

“A little. Rebecca gave me water. And it’s quiet here.”

“Yeah, it is.” He’s not sure what else to say, but Keeley saves him from having to carry on the conversation.

“There’s a unicorn on your bed. ‘S soft.”

“His name is Captain McKibbin,” Roy replies, rolling his eyes even though he knows she can’t see from here. “I’ll tell Phoebe you like him.”

“Please do.”

“Anything else you need?”

“Just you,” she says, and it’s so quietly honest that if Roy weren’t already pretty sure he’s in love with her, it would have sealed the deal. He toes his shoes off and shimmies out of his windbreaker and trousers.

“Alright, well shove over then,” he teases, nudging her shoulder until there’s room for him to lie down beside her. When he pulls the covers back, he recognizes the hoodie she’s wearing as the one he’d crammed into the top of his bag when he packed last night. It’s three sizes too big, and she’s got one of her own just like it, but she looks far better in Roy’s than he ever will.

As soon as he’s lying down, Keeley is turning over and fitting herself against his side, tucking her face back into his bare chest. It’s still early in the evening, and Roy knows that if he falls asleep now, he’ll spend all week regretting it. But Keeley needs the rest, and there’s not much he can do without turning on the TV or lighting up his phone screen.

Besides, one afternoon nap never killed anyone, right?

So he closes his eyes and listens to her steady breathing. When Keeley wakes up, hopefully the worst of the migraine will have passed, and she’ll feel more like herself again. Roy knows they’ve got a pass on team bonding tonight, if they need it, and he doesn’t want to push Keeley into anything she’s not up for. But rumor has it that Beard found a pub with a bowling alley in it, and that’s bound to be entertaining, no matter the scores at the end of the night.

For right now, though, the only thing that matters is Keeley, curled up against him and warmer than all the blankets stacked on top of them. She’s asleep, and he’s following close behind, and nothing matters beyond the comfort they share.

Not migraines, or bowling, or trick plays, or shoes that might have been left down the hall, or anything but Roy and Keeley and this moment together, in the dark and the quiet.

Just them.

[flamboyant-king]

Any plans to continue the Leon and Jorge story? I was following it like a soap opera 👀

Oh shit that was just a gag! (A very...articulate gag) But if you wanna know, I did have plans to continue because I was writing like all these scripts and junk for future ideas and thumbnailing more “fake screenshots.”

But here’s the rundown:

-After where we left off, Takumi and Jeorge make it into the Dining Hall. They sit nearby Leon and Niles and it kinda pisses Leon off. Takumi is exasperated and asks out loud how the heck can an S-support just happen like that. Kravice and the Askr Trio jump into action and Kravice and Sharena perform a little skit explaining S-supports can just suddenly happen in a moment of great stress and bonding.

-Leon and Jeorge just side eye each other while Niles gets up to go lose his shit somewhere else.

-The whole thing with Leon and Jeorge (and Niles of course) is to try and just get Leon to open up to them. They may not be the “perfect guys” but they’re still friends, aren’t they? Jeorge keeps using “dates” to get to know Leon better. And Leon keeps reminding himself to keep distant.

-There’s a side story, but just as important, with Titania and Camus getting in a fight over their A-support. Years of support, but still no S-support. Takumi loses it and tells them “Just Support Divorce Already! This is why Jeorge stays at the Aether Resort!”

-Then there was a gag story to break all the “tension” with Kravice running around to find who his 3 Summoner supports would be.

-Leon confesses that he would absolutely stop hanging out with the archer gang if Valbar were ever summoned. Niles is genuinely offended.

-Titania starts considering who to have her next support with...someone with a horse...maybe Frederick...

-Kravice runs up to Jeorge to offer him one of the Summoner support rings, but considering Jeorge hates Kravice, he declines without a word.

-Takumi is still distraught over Jeorge having an S-support just out of nowhere, when Oboro from a different Askr delivers a message for Kravice. She tells Takumi not to worry about S-supports, they can be romantic or they can just be a strong bond, or just something for taxes. (thanks sue-me-wright)

-Taxumi....

-Jeorge enters the WHAC clubroom with Leon slapping Niles across the face and running past him. Niles sits down and takes a drink and tells Jeorge everything that was said. Jeorge just sighs and says he’ll talk to Leon.

-Kravice is wracking his brain over who would be the ideal people to Summoner support for battle benefits. Telling Alfonse that, with the support, the boost will make it easier for Krav not to do anything. Alfonse just walks away without a word.

-Titania and Camus are called into battle with a team makeup of Horse Emblem, and what a coincidence, it’s Titania surrounded by all the cavalrymen she was eyeing.

-Takumi goes to the Aether Resort Inn’s Bar and talks with Astram. Astram tells him about Midia and how they never got an S-support. They don’t need a ring to tell them they’re in love. Astram then says that they still plan to get married, but the rings won’t have a stupid letter on it, but probably a diamond that he’s trying to gather money up for in Askr. He also tells Takumi about Jeorge absolutely being the best man at the wedding.

-Jeorge finds Leon on the hilltop where A-supports sometimes occur, but also where Niles likes vibe. Jeorge and Leon have a heart to heart about past relationships and the risks of taking risks. “Wouldn’t you rather know what it’s like to be with that person and have that momentary bliss than going on with nothing but what ifs?” Jeorge points out that Leon knew exactly where Niles likes to hang out, so he does care. The two sit there until Leon works up the energy to apologize to Niles (and fixes his makeup). Before they leave, Leon tells Jeorge his favorite food, his favorite book, and the exact shade of lipgloss he wears. Jeorge tells him his favorite fruit, his favorite place to relax, and his brand of shampoo.

-We cut into the midst of battle, after Titania rallies all men, they all gallop into the offense. Camus stays near Titania and it dawns on her that he’s only staying by her because the support rings still have the boosts. She tries avoiding him and he notices. They argue while fending off enemy forces. “You’re only by my side because it’s what benefits you!” Turning around to shout at Camus leaves Titania wide open and an enemy takes the opportunity to strike. Camus rushes behind her to intervene and confesses, “Titania! I’ve come to realize something! I am much stronger when I’m with you! Not just in battle, but as a person!” Titania looks at him shocked. She feels the ring on her finger get warm. She looks down at the ring and watches as the “A” burns away and is replaced with an “S.” She feels stronger, so this is what having an S-support feels like. Camus doesn’t see the ring under his fatass Mickey Mouse gloves, but he feels the energy in him grow stronger as Titania approaches his side. They feel in sync like the fire has been rekindled. Let’s get those orbs.

-After running away and avoiding all the “villains” trying to possess Kravice’s summoner support, Kravice hides in his little office where the Askr trio are waiting. “Find anyone yet?” Anna asks already knowing the answer. “All the possible contenders for the support all hate me. I guess I’m just unsupportive or something.” Kravice pouts and goes to his summong chair(tm). Alfonse just comes out and says, “The answer has been in front of you this whole time.” Kravice is quiet looking across at the three of them. When it dawns on him, he puts all three rings in his hands and smiles without a word.

-In the end, Jeorge and Leon cut off the S-support seeing as the don’t need outside forces to tighten their friendship. “I’ll get you to fall for me naturally.” “And the same to you.” Niles then slaps both of their asses (and suddenly the three of them have S-support rings lol). Takumi is relieved to see the “divorce,” but remembers just because an S-support doesn’t need romance, romance doesn’t need an S-support either. So Takumi is going to keep his eye on Leon. Camus and Titania “renewed their vows” and break the news to Jeorge and Takumi. The two archer lads sigh in relief. Jeorge tells Takumi that maybe now he’ll start staying at the ModFam estate more often now that the tension has died down. Kravice and the trio perform another skit describing Summoner supports and the “camera” will fade away when Alfonse can’t improv correctly and they all just laugh. So there you go!

[internalsealpanic]

Hug Tutorials

summary: Constantine is stuck baby sitting. Not exactly his area of expertise. So how is he supposed handle a feral 8 year old? Help comes from an unexpected source.

A/n: I am pretty new to the Hellblazer fandom so forgive the characterization. I own nothing except Ruta (in all his bratty glory) and the plot. Maya belongs to the wonderful @birdy-bat-writes who is a wonderful human being. This thing is kind of part of a crack au me and Riya have been brain storming.  I will probably edit or rewrite this later.  Yes, I need a better title. 

warnings: awkward hugs, implied child neglect, and a lot of swearing

word count:  1,709 (This is actually really short.)

Ruta knows it hadn't started out like this.

He remembers when his mother used to try and help him read. She tried her best but the shapes on the page just made no sense to him. Not the way it did for Raffie or Mimi. 

He tries memorizing the words she said to him and parroting them back to her. It works! For awhile...  

He also remembers the walks to the park and how they'd listen to him about transparent people. 

They probably think he's too young to notice the change. 

His mom's slowly cut back on their nightly reading sessions opting for game night with his siblings. They were playing monopoly and that required a little too much reading for him to play. 

They haven't read together in months. Maybe he's the only one keeping track. 

He still tells them about the transparent people and now he tells them about the shadowy people but now they simply nod out of time with what he says. They used to be better at pretending and nodding in time with what he said. 

His dad got mad at him once when he started crying about the shadow people when they were at the market. He shook him, just a little, just enough to make him feel woozy, looking red with embarrassment. Ruta felt bad about it. He felt really horrible about  embarrassing his dad that he decided never to mention them again even when they got too close. 

The good news is he now had Count Von Bon Bon who listened and read aloud to him. He wasn't allowed inside the house because he was such a big bird but when they went outside he kept the shadow things away.  

He doesn’t need anyone else. He’ll be ok. 

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If you asked John Constantine how on Earth he found himself in the mess, he'd likely give you a dumbfounded look, shrug, and mumble something about being too sober. 

But in all honesty, how does one find themselves watching their 8-year-old charge about to throw hands with not one but two Green Lanterns who should know better? 

Ruta stood , small and imperious, with his little arm crossed and his head thrown back after a great laugh. "I'd like to see ya do it, dumb carrot headed shit!" 

Guy, looking as red as, well, Sinestro, looks like he's about to deck the kid.  "Oh, I'm gonna,"  

John with all the good sense he's got fumbles over to the tiny terror.  "Sorry 'bout that lil' Ruta 'ere's just a bit nippy from 'avin' to wake up early. Yanno 'ow kids are,” He grabs the kid by his sweater who makes a little squawking noise not too different from his devastatingly posh familiar who would have been really helpful right now.  The kid wriggles a little, trying to claw John's hand away from the sweater.  He pauses and John thinks that maybe, just maybe, the kid had gotten some sense knocked into him.

Unfortunately for him, John Constantine is one unlucky bastard.

With the smarmiest grin plastered on his little face, Ruta slips out of the, admittedly, ill-fitting sweater. The kid basically sprinted back toward the lanterns who, by the way, still looked pissed as all hell. 

"Oh for the love of-" John is honestly going to pop a blood vessel.  He grabs the kid's arm since the kid despite his speed hadn't made it far. 

Ruta did not have the expected reaction.  He froze. Breath seizing. Body going rigid. John thought about letting go but thought better of it. 

"Ruta-" 

Ruta begins to thrash violently and make petulant noises. John rolls eyes even as the kid snarls a few colorful words. "Yer gonna hafta do bettern’ that lad if-"

CHOMP

"Sonuva! Zee, a little help would be appreciated, love,"

"Sorry John, I’ve got no clue about how Maya usually gets him to settle down,"

Well, that helped.

Justice League members gather in bewilderment as they watch Constantine let out a string of curses as he tries to pry Ruta off his arm. The kid's teeth were actually digging into his flesh.  John is pretty sure he would rather be fighting off all the demon's he's encountered over the years than be here, right now, getting his flesh torn.  

Bats and Supes enter the room. Now, John normally didn't give a rat's ass what those two thought but there was a special kind of embarrassment that comes with a tantruming child.  He now had a little more sympathy for people with kids in grocery stores. 

The next few seconds are hard to process. 

Bats discussing something about Earth's defenses with Supes wordlessly walks over to John, pats Ruta on the head,  the kid- miraculously- relinquishes his death grip on John's arm, and in a disturbingly fluid motion Bats scoops him up into his arms, settles Ruta on to his hip, walks back to his conversation as if nothing happened. 

The kid makes a brief distressed noise and a weak attempt at fighting before huffing and wrapping his wreathy little arms around Bats’ neck as Bats rubs circles on his  back. 

God, the kid looked so small all of a sudden. Had Ruta been that tiny this whole time? 

He looked a little relieved aside from his face which was red and screwed up like all his effort  was being devoted to trying not to cry. His breath is still uneven but it was settling down. He’s limp against Bats. For once, he looked like he wasn't about to turn tail and run or to tell someon to fuck off or  bite someone's face off.

Fuck, when was the last time the kid looked so relaxed?

The newer league members watch with a mix of awe and confusion while the older ones shake their head and murmur something about not seeing that in a while. 

It takes a few minutes, the entire conversation actually, for Batman to realize that all his kids are too big for him to comfortably carry like this even with his size. He panics thinking he accidentally kidnapped a young child.  It takes him a moment longer to realize who it is. 

"How the fuck did you manage that?" John finally stiffles out, awe clear in his voice.

Batman glares at John for cursing in front of the kid.

 "Wot? He’s said worse,"

"That’s cus you’re a fucking cunt," Ruta mumbles his cheek still smooshed into Bats' shoulder. Bats looks as stone faced as ever but from the frown tugging at his lips he seemed mortified but he made a grunt that sounded more nostalgic than reprimanding. Batman adjusts his hold on the kid looking like he was honestly debating on whether to keep carrying the kid around and keep working or give him back to the clearly inexperienced Constantine. He decides it was probably best to give him back to Constantine but a part of him just really wanted to keep holding the little one trembling in his arms. When was the last time he held someone this small. It kind of reminded him of when Jason was small right down to the fowl mouth. 

Ruta clearly also doesn't want to let go. Bats is sturdy and surprisingly warm.  He looked like he would cry if he let go. The kid’s knuckles were white from gripping Bats’ cowl for Christ’s sake. Sadly, Igris, his annoyingly posh familiar, shows up from who the fuck knows where. 

 "Little prince, this is no way to behave," He admonishes in an eerie vernacular that was only barely understandable due to exposure. Ruta's face grows hot from embarrassment and with a nod he extricates himself from the caped crusader's arms. 

The kid definitely looks like he's about to cry but he mutters a glum ‘Yes, Count Von Bon Bon’.  

 "Where the bloody hell have you been?" John asked. God, he needed a smoke. 

"I've been watching over Maya as the little prince had asked," John gives him a questioning look. "I got bored" The bird adds, shrugging in an oddly human manner.  

Ruta extricates himself looking sheepish but mostly tired. Kid has probably been stressed and on adrenaline for a while. The sudden feeling of safety just made him crash.  

John hesitantly wraps his arms around the kid. The kid freezes but hugs back hesitantly. John tries to lift the kid but the kid stiffens. John honestly had no idea how to hold this kid. He maneuvered his hands clumsily around the kid. Ruta made no objections but he was clearly uncomfortable. 

 "No. You have to support both of his back and legs. Sometimes you have to lean back a bit to get them to so he leave into you- yeah just like that,"  Bats instructs, sounding oddly gentle. His usual gravel absent. It kind of scared  John, to be honest, so he did his best to follow along.  

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At some point, Maya shows up after her ‘date’ with Damian- not much of a date when there are a bunch of people watching you- and finds Bruce coaching John on how to hold a tired elementary schooler who was drooling on John's favorite beige coat. She tried her best to stifle a laugh. Thankfully, she didn't have to try too hard. 

 "EXCUSE ME????? B, since when were you a child whisperer?" Dick exclaims as dramatically as humanly possible. Damian and Tim radiated second hand embarrassment while Jason just plays it like he doesn't know his older brother. Maya guessed that if Bruce wasn't used Dick he would be cringing too. 

 "Nightwing, I've had more than 5 children. I believe I know how to handle children,"  

"Uhuh- sure, B.  Whatever you say,"

Bruce makes a neutral grunting noise. 

"Please tell me you're not adopting that one,"

"Of course no-"

"Yeah sure, B,"

"He's- He's Constantines,"

"Tt, father, you are a terrible influence,"

It is a spectacle to watch Bruce's kids team up on him. 

Maya shakes her head and laughs before heading over to John. 

“Well, bring me a biscuit and call me Christy Bats’ was right” He mutters rocking the feral child.  Ruta’s little arms wrap around him a little tighter. 

“‘Course he is, Christy. He’s Batman,” Maya drawls smiling innocently.

"Please never leave him with me again,"

"Dunno, Christy. Looks like you're doing fine,"

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[alyisweyerd]

Can we get a dog?

Summary: You wake up one morning with a very very strong urge to get a puppy.

Bucky x Reader

Hiya! This is for @buckysmischief​ B-Day challenge! This was fun to write so im glad I did it!

My prompt was “We could get arrested for this”

No warnings, just cute funny fluff???

Hope you enjoy!!

“Pst- Bucky!” You continually prodded your sleeping husband in the side trying to wake him up after a restful night’s sleep. With you pregnant, nothing came easy anymore. It was 8 A.M. and with the baby his baby mind you, kicking you in the god damn ribs… Well if you were up, then Bucky should be too. “Buckkyyyy!!!” You started to whine and push on his shoulders this time, shaking him harder.

Bucky’s eyebrows scrunched together, looking visibly upset that his wife was shaking him awake from a good night’s rest with no reason whatsoever. “Whaaaattttt” Bucky turned on his side, facing away from you, letting you throw your temper tantrum. You decided that your big belly would fit snug right behind his back. Throwing your arms and legs over his side, you nudged him closer.

“Bucky… Lets get a dog.” Bucky groaned at that. Ever since finding out you were pregnant you’ve asked for the weirdest stuff. ‘Buck? The baby wants a peanut butter pickle sandwich!’ or ‘I can’t decide what I want to drink, apple juice or a kale smoothie.’ And almost always do you ask; ‘Is there anyway I can get an entire liter of Marshmallow Fluff?’ Bucky hated that shit and you fucking loved it.

“No.” He wasn’t having your shit this morning, sleeping so well wouldn’t get any better anytime soon. You were due in a month or two. Ready for your bundle of joy to come and ruin every single good nights sleep you will ever have. Bucky wanted some semblance of his life before the baby was born. And if sleeping in for an hour or two was it, that’s what the hell he was gonna do. “Y/N, Baby, go back to sleep, we’ll talk about this later.”

“No!” You pushed your knees into his butt, pushing more and more. “Little Steven is kicking mama in the fucking ribs this morning and you need to get her a puppy.” Bucky knew you were just being a little shit because you were in pain. Turning around he rubbed at your round belly, feeling his son move and kick and squirm at the new touch.

“Little man, why are you giving your mother trouble already? You’re not even here yet and you’re already giving everyone a headache!” Bucky smiled and pushed you down onto your back so he could kiss at the bump. Little feet kicked at Buckys face as he kissed your tummy, which made Bucky frown and you laugh. “I think hes gonna be a mama’s boy.” Bucky rubbed your belly with a little more pressure, trying to get your son off your ribs.

You moaned a little bit; the massage Bucky was giving you really did help, even in the slightest amount. “This is why you should get us a puppy.”  You gasped and sat up a thought coming to mind. “OH! Let’s steal the neighbor’s dog! They have the cutest corgi!! Oh Bucky! I want it!” Bucky rolled his eyes and laid flat on his back, stretching his sore muscles.

“Y/N. You do know we could get arrested for this don’t you?” You scrunched your face and waved him off.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. But they don’t need it as much as I need one right now.” Bucky shook his head and sat up behind you. Kissing your shoulder, he wrapped his arm around you.

“How about this Doll… What if I get up and we go look at dogs? I really don’t think we should buy one just yet, but nothing wrong with looking.”  Your eyes widened and you smiled.

“Yes please!! Oh thank you Bucky!” You kissed your husband, pulling away quickly. “Oh jesus Buck, go brush your teeth.” You faked gagged and Bucky got out of bed heading towards the bathroom.

After finally getting ready and sliding on your flats (because it’s the only pair of shoes that fit now) You two headed out. “Now remember,” Bucky said, getting into the driver’s seat. “Were only looking.” You smiled a nodded.

“Yes, I know Bucky, I love you.” Leaning over to kiss his cheek, Bucky grabbed at your hand.

“Love you too, baby.”

(They definitely came home with a new dog.)

[dweetwise]

First kisses Steve x David, Steve x Dwight, Steve x Quentin ?

steve is fun to write and kiss prompts are adorbs <3 hope you like!

Steve’s first kisses with Quentin, David & Dwight

Quentin: sleepy kiss

“Quen,” Steve says, nudging his boyfriend. Said boyfriend is about to fall asleep on his shoulder, head gradually drooping lower until the side of his face is smushed into Steve’s collarbone.

“Mm?” Quentin slowly raises his head, blinking at Steve as he tries to wake up. “Oh. Sorry,” he says, leaning away and slapping his cheek lightly to try to rouse himself.

“Don’t be,” Steve insists, grabbing Quentin’s hand to prevent him from moving too far away. “I was gonna suggest you lay down properly, I can be your pillow,” he offers, patting his thighs.

Quentin blearily processes the request, before nodding with a muttered “thanks” and moving to lay down. Steve shuffles his legs into a better position, wanting the other to be as comfortable as possible.

“Love you,” Quentin mumbles and leans up to give Steve a sleepy peck. Steve only has time to blink in surprise before Quentin’s lips are gone and he’s lowering his head into Steve’s lap and cuddling into him.

When Quentin sighs happily and starts dozing off, a dumb grin spreads over Steve’s face and he gently cards his fingers through his adorable boyfriend’s hair. He hopes Quentin will remember the kiss when he wakes up, but even if he doesn’t, Steve is more than happy to remind him.

David: angry kiss

“The fock ya do tha’ fer!?” David, predictably, is pissed at Steve for having interrupted his plan to sacrifice himself for the team. “I was trying to protect you!” Steve protests. “Yeah, an’ ya got us both killed! Lemme handle meself!” “No way! You’re always dying for me, and I’m sick of it!” “Tha’s my choice!” “And trying to stop you is mine!” “Bloody stubborn little shite—”

Steve doesn’t know what comes over him. Part of him just wants to shut David up by any means necessary. Another part of him is sick of hiding his feelings for the bull-headed Brit.

He’s never kissed a guy before, but here he is, grabbing fistfuls of David’s jacket, blood staining the fabric after the brutal trial, and mashing his lips against the other’s aggressively.

David is frozen under his touch and Steve expects to get punched. Hell, he probably deserves it.

He doesn’t expect David to groan and deepen the kiss. Steve’s heart is hammering in his chest, nervousness and excitement muddling together as David’s tongue tangles with his own and it’s all too much too fast. When a hand finds his ass and squeezes, Steve pulls away with an embarrassing squeak. He breathes a sigh of relief as David chuckles softly and his hands settle on his hips instead, much more comfortable with the innocent touch.

“Didn’t know ye fancied me, luv,” David says with a satisfied smirk, but his eyes are soft and his demeanor is calm. Huh, he’s never seen David’s temper cool that quick. Who knew kisses were the key to defusing the brawler?

“I’m, uh, sorry for like, jumping you—” Steve feels the need to apologize, but David interrupts him with a chuckle and shakes his head.

“Handsome lad like you can snog me anytime,” David murmurs, hands on Steve’s hips squeezing affectionately and face settling into a fond smile. Steve feels butterflies flutter in his stomach as he leans in for another kiss.

Dwight: happy kiss

“That was amazing! You were amazing!” Steve is smiling brightly, beaming at his boyfriend.

“How did that work? We should both be dead!” Dwight has an equally big smile on his face even though he’s still shaking from the adrenaline.

“It’s because you’re amazing.” Steve sounds like a broken record at this point but he doesn’t care. All his brain capacity is reserved for thinking about how his Dwight is the bravest, most selfless soul he’s ever met and seeing him this happy makes Steve’s heart soar.

“What about you?” Dwight insists. “That was the most perfectly timed styptic I’ve ever seen!”

Steve thought his own grin couldn’t get any wider, but he feels the corners of his mouth quirk even higher from the praise.

“How did you even know to—? I can’t, you’re just—!” Dwight seems to get gradually more excited until he can no longer find the words, opting instead to grab Steve by the collar of his Scoops uniform and smash their mouths together.

Steve responds with matching enthusiasm, hands finding Dwight’s waist as their lips move eagerly against each other.

“S-sorry,” Dwight stammers when they finally pull apart for air. “I should have asked—”

“Never apologize. You’re my hero and I love you,” Steve says sappily, heart clenching from the surge of affection and he leans in for one last peck on Dwight’s blushing face.

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