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Kitten 6

AU with VLV!B. Fluff and smut. Part of my Kitten series. Thanks and appreciation to @dirty-urie as always.

Reader x Brendon x Sarah.

Warnings: So...we’ve (@beautiful-tragic-fallout) created a points system for smut.

0.25 for handjob

0.25 for fingering

0.5 for blowing him

0.5 for going down on her

0.75-1.0 for sex, vanilla or extra-slutty behavior (yeah I make changes to the point system)

1.5-2.0 for sex, advanced positions

3.0 for bondage, spanking, exhibitionism / other kinks (threesome / toy-incorporated sex), public sex, or else I decide is worth a 3.

This chapter has a score of 6.25, along with dirty talk, general language, kitten!kink, mention of toys, “dirty” praise, some fluff, some conflict, and a lot of lube. They don’t use condoms; please do.

Word count: 8.5k

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“What?” You’re staring at him, and you can hear your pulse in your head. “B, love, we can’t - no, no,” you cut yourself off when you see his face fall and his eyes shift from blissed out exhaustion to anxious fatigue. “I just mean the legality of it…you know we can’t actually…” you lapse into silence and he says nothing, just closes his eyes and rests his head in the crook of your neck.

“It was a stupid idea,” he mumbles. “I’m sorry, Kitten. I shouldn’t have suggested it. Please, sweetheart, don’t think for a minute that I…fuck, baby, I’m so sorry. I love you so much.” His face is buried in your neck, but he sounds so far away. You know you’re both barreling toward a colossal misunderstanding, and you need to course-correct now.

“B. Brendon, love, look at me,” you whisper, tugging at his hair a little until he meets your eyes. You can see the fear there, and you cup his face sweetly, stroking over his brow with your thumb. “My love. My heart. I’m not saying no. I’m definitely not saying no. I’m just saying that we’ll need to be creative.”

He takes a shuddering breath, nodding as he processes this. There’s a beat of silence before he speaks again. “You’re not mad that I want her like…that I feel strongly enough to…that I think we should…commit to her?” You wriggle under him so you can press your lips to his. He sinks into the embrace, clinging to you and kissing you deeply. When you part, you curl your fingers in the hair at the base of his neck and breathe him in for a moment, your lips still brushing and grazing his.

“Bren, I’m not mad at all. I’m elated that you two are on the same level as you and I are, and as she and I are. That makes me absolutely giddy. And I want to commit to her. Make it official, or as official as we can, anyway,” you murmur, stroking over his back now and scratching lightly the way he loves. “But we obviously need to ask her.”

“Fine,” he sighs in his most dramatic voice, making you giggle. He rolls you both over so he’s on his back and you’re nestled into his side. He’s relaxed now; you’ve felt the tension dissipate, watched him melt down into the bed as he succumbs to his exhaustion. “I guess she can be a part of this decision, too.”

-//- the next morning -\\-

The sound of running water from your bathroom wakes you, and you whimper as you stretch. Brendon grumbles something and pulls you closer, nuzzling your neck and entwining your legs together. You relax against him, savoring the warmth of his body and the security of his arms around you for a moment.

His fingers curl around your hip and he presses soft kisses from behind your ear down to your shoulder. He’s got just enough stubble to scratch pleasantly against your skin, and you know you could easily be seduced into lazy, lingering morning sex if he keeps this up. But you’ve got Sarah in the bath, and she was alone all night.

“Love,” you murmur, wriggling against him. “Sarah’s up. She’s in the bath, I think.”

“You gonna go join her?”

“Mmmhm,” you manage, sighing in contentment when he runs a hand down your thigh and nips at your earlobe.

“Good. She probably needs some Kitten cuddles since she didn’t get any while she slept. But don’t tell her what we talked about, please. Want our proposal to be a surprise.”

“Well of course I won’t come right out with it, B,” you say with a soft laugh. “But should I…hint? Dance around it? To see how she feels about the idea?”

He considers this for a moment, tracing little hearts along your hip, and his breathing slows down after a moment. “Are you falling back asleep?” You nudge him, giggling.

“No,” he protests with a yawn. “Okay, fine - maybe I am falling asleep, Kitten. You can hint to Sarah, if it comes up naturally.” He yawns again, burying his face in your neck. “Okay. I’ll get up. I’m getting up. I need to bring my girls their breakfast.”

“No, my love,” you say softly, stroking his hand over your hip. “You’re exhausted. Stay in bed. I’ll take care of breakfast for us.” He snorts a little, squeezing you affectionately. You know what he’s asking. “It’ll probably be bags of those mini-muffins we like,” you admit, and he chuckles, blinking hard against your shoulder. The brush of his eyelashes makes you shiver, and he props himself up.

“Kitten, go soak in the tub. You know I love seeing the two of you happy and relaxed. Bring the muffins if you must, but rest assured, I’ll bring real breakfast in a bit.” He kisses your cheek, and you preen under his embrace.

“So good to us,” you murmur before turning to kiss him softly. He smiles against your mouth before urging you out of bed and into the bath with a light swat to your ass that makes you jump and squeal.

-||-

“Fuck, you are stunning,” you blurt out as you walk into the bathroom. Sarah is lounging in the oversized tub, and the steam is giving the entire room a hazy effect. She opens one eye and grins at you slowly as she takes in your naked body.

“I could say the same thing to you,” she mumbles, reaching for you with one hand. “Are those muffins?”

“And coffee,” you confirm, adjusting the glass-bottle frappuccinos and the cellophane packages of muffins you’re clutching.

“Bless you, Kitten,” Sarah moans, beckoning you over urgently. “I will admit that I didn’t take your advice; I didn’t eat anything last night — don’t fuss at me,” she says with a short laugh when she sees the look on your face. “I passed out before I could even think about food. But I’m thinking about food now.”

“Bren is bringing us real breakfast when he gets up,” you tell her. She nods and takes the bottles from you while you slip into the hot water beside her with a happy sigh. “But I wanted muffins too.”

“Muffins,” Sarah agrees happily. “And coffee.”

You tear open both packages and hand her one, and she pops the lid off of your bottle and passes it back. You snuggle into her, and the moment is peaceful and serene. She’s curled into you, brushing her fingers over your thighs and you’re sinking deeper into the water, totally relaxed by her touch.

“Is it sexy story time?” You mumble as you kiss over the marks on her neck and trace the bruises on her waist, hips, and thighs. “Your body tells me you had quite the night.”

“God, Kitten,” she groans, looking up at you. “I didn’t think it would be that different - his cock without a condom. But holy fuck.”

“I know,” you agree, smiling faintly at the memory of your first time with Brendon without a condom. “I know. It’s incredible. He’s fucking perfect, isn’t he? That smooth, velvety skin over hot hardness. And you can feel him react so much better without the barrier. God, I love feeling him pulse and throb and twitch inside me when he’s about to come. His cock is so pretty, but damn, it feels good too. The head is just — I mean, the way the edge of the head yields to his shaft, you know? Feels so good when he pulls back, but then…shit, when he’s pushing into me, fuck he’s thick; he makes me feel so full and he hits all the right spots til I’m absolutely aching to come. And how he angles his hips, rolling them so he rubs the tip right where I need it, and the way he looks at me while he fucks me, how proud he is of his Kitten for taking his whole cock like such a good girl, oh my god,” you cut yourself off with a dreamy moan, lost in the memory of sensation.

“Exactly,” Sarah whispers, and her face is flushed but you’re not sure if it’s the reminiscing or the water temperature. “I thought I was going to come the moment he was fully in me, from how good it felt and the look on his face.”

“I have,” you admit, giggling. “Fuck, I swear when we’ve been apart for a while and he just takes me, just fills me up — I fall apart for him right then, hot and slick all over that perfect cock. Can’t help it, but he loves it. Loves knowing how badly I need him. And I always need him. He’s just incredible; having him in me…knowing there’s nothing between us, it makes me fucking wild. I would do anything for him.”

“I get it,” Sarah agrees, closing her eyes and exhaling hard. “I get it now. He’s always been incredible, don’t get me wrong. He’s the reason I can say I’m still attracted to men. But goddamn…without a condom? That’s next level. He really does have the best cock in the world and I will never be convinced otherwise.”

You’re both silent for a moment, nibbling on muffins and sipping at your coffee. Finally, you turn to her with a wry smile. “So…I guess it was good, then?”

“Fuck, Kitten,” Sarah sighs. “It was so good.” There’s a long pause and she looks up at you through her lashes. “How much do you want to know? I don’t want to…I don’t know, upset you or anything. He is your husband, after all.”

You wave this away and wrap your arms around her. “Love, he’s my husband, but he’s our man. I want you two to share something deeper, to have something real and meaningful. I think you already do,” and you pause, watching her face. She blushes and nods hesitantly, and you beam. “He feels it too, don’t worry. My love, I know the relationship you have with him will be different than the one I have with him, and what he has with each of us is going to be different from the relationship you and I have. And that’s good. It’s not a competition, baby. We have something so beautiful, the three of us, that defies comparison. I want you to be fully loved and adored like you deserve. The way I know Brendon and I can love you, both together and in our own ways. So, if you think you need it, you have my blessing.” You press a soft kiss to her lips, as if to punctuate the statement.

Sarah is limp with relief, clinging to you and tangling your legs together under the hot water. “Thank you, Kitten. I promise, I didn’t know that I wanted something more with him until recently, but I definitely want all of that too, and I can’t even express how happy you’ve made me. I don’t know what comes next between us, but oh my god, I am just so happy with you two. I don’t want to ever...” She’s tearing up a little as she trails off, and you wipe at her cheeks with one wet thumb before you both laugh at the futility. She takes a deep breath, and then starts again with her recollection of the night before.

“So…I was working on the steaks when he came in and he pinned me to the counter with his hips.”

“Fucking love when he does that,” you whisper, watching her face as she recalls the night before. Her eyes are fully dilated, she’s still blushing, and her lazy grip on your thigh is a bit firmer. You love her like this.

“He was so hard,” Sarah murmurs, “and he looked so good and he felt so good pressed to me. I was so wet, Kitten, just from the thought of having his cock inside me. I’ve never wanted any man that badly, but I really thought I was going to die if I couldn’t have him. He started talking about eating me out and before I knew it, we were tearing our clothes off, and he shoved me up against the wall. I was grinding on his cock but he lifted me higher so he could get his mouth on my tits—“

“Can you blame him?” You interrupt her with a laugh, reaching over to caress her breasts. She gasps happily and you beg her to keep talking.

“I planned to grind on his cock until I came, but he gave me two fingers instead while he sucked and licked my nipples. Felt so good. I missed rubbing my clit against that thick cock, but his fingers are so damn good too. I was about to come, but he got on his knees and just — right against my clit with his tongue, you know that quick rubbing thing he does while he sucks? Fuck, Kitten, I came all over his face. I was riding his tongue, tugging at his hair, and just out of my mind.”

“Now I’m jealous,” you tease, and she blushes. “No, baby, keep going. Fuck, you’re making me so wet. What did his face look like after you came on it?”

“God, I was a mess. His face was wet from his nose down, lips shining and he was just covered in me. We made it upstairs and then we were in my bed, and he said we didn’t have to use a condom.” She glances at you and you nod, both confirming this and encouraging her to keep going. “Kitten, he was filling me up, taking me. He was in me so deep…shit, he had my legs up over his shoulders and he was just in me. I could feel— every inch of his thick cock was in me, he was fucking me hard, and he was using the base of his cock to rub against my clit…baby, I was screaming from how good it was.”

“Oh fuck,” you mumble, twisting as you search for the silicone lube that Brendon usually leaves by the tub to finger you and Sarah. “Keep talking, please, baby.”

“He was biting me and calling me his and pinning me down and grabbing at me…”

“Love when he gets grabby and possessive. I love that he calls you his too. Fuck, it’s so hot. Oh thank god; I found it.” You pop the lid off of the lubricant and Sarah doesn’t hesitate. She brings her hand to the surface and bites her lip as you drizzle it over her fingers and then your own.

“Come here, Kitten.” Sarah moves to the other end of the tub that faces the shower, and pulls herself up onto the built-in seat. You join her and she guides you so you’re seated between her legs, with both of your thighs splayed over hers. “And then he pulled out of me and flipped me over so he could take me from behind on our sides.”

“That’s how —“

“That’s how you fucked me three days ago,” Sarah agrees, sliding her slick fingers against you. “First time I got my pretty girl into those straps, and she fucked me so damn good. B watched and jerked off to our Kitten being so dirty and fucking me, remember? He loved it. I loved it. That thick toy buried in me from behind, your hips slamming against my ass, one hand on my tits and the other keeping a finger vibe on my clit…” you let out a little gasp at her words as she rubs at your clit before sliding one finger into you, teasing you. “Rub your clit for me, baby, show me how good you feel. Yes, sweetheart, just like that, play with your clit while I finger your pretty pussy. That’s my best girl.”

You arch against her when she adds a finger, and she nips at your neck before whispering in your ear. “My slutty Kitten certainly put me in my place once she had those straps tight around her perfect thighs, didn’t she? She loves to be spoiled and indulged and teased by me and B, but she’s also a bossy little thing, our Kitten. Loved having control over me, loved our man getting off to her fucking me like that, huh?”

You nod breathlessly and Sarah grins, kissing your temple before continuing. “Kitten showed me how good she fucks when I let her take control and have my cunt any way she wants it; she wanted it fast and dirty, and she made me come hard all over that toy multiple times. B learned exactly how I like to get fucked, and he learned by watching you.” Her fingers go deep while her thumb nudges your fingers out of the way and strums over your clit urgently.

“Oh my god,” you whine, arching against her. “Did he use any toys?”

“No,” Sarah whispers against your neck. She hooks an arm under your knee and draws it back, spreading your legs wider so she can really tease you. “He offered, but I was so close already. I came hard on his cock and all over his fingers.”

“Fuck, that’s so perfect; you’re both absolutely perfect,” you groan, bearing down on her fingers, adding one of your own, and rocking your hips desperately. Neither of you hear the bathroom door open, but you do hear Brendon’s strangled gasp. Sarah pulls her fingers back and you cry out, grabbing for her wrist.

“Oh fuck, please don’t stop because of me,” Brendon murmurs, setting down the tray he’s carrying. “Don’t stop, baby. I think Kitten needs you to keep going.” You nod eagerly, beckoning him over. “I’m going to get in the shower first, Kitten. But do keep going, Sarah. You know how much I love watching you take care of our girl. Rub her clit, get those fingers in our Kitten’s pussy.”

You and Sarah both whine as Brendon steps into the glass shower stall. You know she felt the same surge of heat on her fingers when you noticed he was half-hard. He turns on the water, and he stands under it for a brief moment; his head is tilted back under the stream and his eyes are closed. You and Sarah are both motionless, staring at him as the water courses over his shoulders and chest before dripping down his thighs. Your mouth goes dry and Sarah whimpers quietly as he runs a hand through his wet hair and stretches lazily.

Then, he lowers his head and opens his eyes so his gaze is level with yours. You squirm against Sarah as Brendon abandons the spray of water. You’d give anything to follow those drops of water tracing paths down his stomach and cock with your tongue. He crosses the length of the shower to lean against the glass partition, facing you and breathing hard.

You’ve never been so grateful for anti-fogging glass. He’s got one arm pressed to the glass over his head, and his other hand is wrapped around his cock, just squeezing at the base while he stares at you longingly. You can see him perfectly through the glass, and you can’t imagine looking away. Sarah bites her lower lip as he stretches for the second bottle of lubricant he keeps in the shower, and you need both of them.

“You two,” Brendon says over the sound of the falling water, “are everything I’ve ever wanted. You’re a fucking fantasy come to life. I love you both so much. Goddamn, you make me hard. Look at my cock. Look at what you two do to me. This hard cock is for you; I’m gonna stroke it for you, my perfect girls.”

You’re riveted by his flushed cock trapped in his now-slick grasp. He’s letting out short, desperate groans as his fist slides roughly over his length, and Sarah is grinding against you in time with his thrusts while her fingers roll over your clit. You’ve always been entranced by the sounds he makes as he touches himself, and now is no different. He sounds so damn good; you wish you could have an entire LP of his groans as he gets himself off. His eyes are locked on yours as he jerks off, and you can feel yourself getting closer to coming on Sarah’s fingers.

“Kitten, leg,” she manages, but her words alone don’t give you enough instruction. The way she’s sliding her leg out from under your thigh that isn’t caught in the crook of her arm guides you though, and you allow her to curl her leg around yours, both dangling down into the water.

“Sarah,” Brendon gasps, picking up his pace. “I need to see — let me see her. Let me see my Kitten’s wet pussy, let me watch you touch our girl.” She nods and, using her arm to lift your one knee higher and the calf hooked around your other leg to pull back, gets you spread wide for your husband’s gaze.

The hand above his head slams into the glass, he swears violently, and his cock seems to get even harder as he stares at the delta of your thighs. You know you’re dripping, and it’s a combination of arousal and lube. You also know if your husband doesn’t come to you and fuck you soon, you’ll break the shower glass to get to him.

“My god, look at that gorgeous cunt,” he groans. “Look at how my good girl holds my Kitten open for me, fingering her pussy, showing me how badly Kitten needs this thick cock in her. She loves fingers, loves how Sarah plays with her, but she needs my cock in her, doesn’t she?” His cock throbs in his fist and he’s right, you do need him. Sarah’s fingers tease you, no longer pushing in, but just slipping and sliding as she reaches down to spread her fingers against you. You’re fully on display for him and you love it. He does too.

“Fuck, I need to come in my Kitten’s cunt,” Brendon grunts, stroking himself roughly. “Need to get my cock deep in that gorgeous pussy and give her all of my cum.”

“Please,” you beg, lifting your arms to wrap them around Sarah’s neck. Neither has told you to, but you know it makes your tits look incredible and, with your desperate rocking, it shows off how they bounce.

“You gonna do it?” Sarah asks softly, using her free hand to tease and pinch your nipples lightly. “You gonna come in here and give that big, hard cock to your Kitten? She wants it so badly, needs you to fuck her, fill her, come in her. Don’t you, baby?”

“Please! Brendon, please!”

“Gonna, oh fuck, gonna get myself right to the edge and then — goddamn Kitten — gonna fill you up.” Brendon promises through gritted teeth, forcing himself to slow his strokes. “Oh my god, gonna give you everything. Came in your pretty mouth last night but gonna come in that sweet cunt this morning.”

“She’s so wet for you,” Sarah murmurs, slowing her fingers down and making sure he’s watching. He can’t look away. “Slicked her up so nicely with that silicone lube; she could take your cock all the way, no problem. Come fuck our girl and I’ll hold her tits, squeezing and lifting them up for you to suck and lick. She needs your cock, B.”

“Give it to me,” you beg, and Sarah must be mouthing something at Brendon, because he smirks and nods. Her fingers abandon their task of keeping you open for him and instead fill you while Brendon jerks himself off even more slowly. He’s whispering a long stream of praise while you beg, “oh, yes! More!”

Sarah’s got two fingers buried in your pussy and she’s rubbing and curling them just the way you like. Brendon is breathing hard, gripping his cock as he watches Sarah finger you. “Get her almost there for me, you’re such a good girl,” he tells Sarah, and you feel her body tense as she whimpers. “Want her to fucking explode when I get my cock in her.” His words make his cock twitch in his grasp and a shining bead of pre-cum teases you. Instinctively, you open your mouth, tongue searching, and —

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck,” you squeal, clinging to her and rocking hard against her hand. “Make me come, baby! Make me come!”

“Nuh uh,” Sarah chides, pinching one of your nipples roughly. “Not til Bren is in you.”

“Please, I’m so fucking close,” you wail, reaching for him futilely with one hand. He groans and nods, throws open the shower door, and takes the three short steps needed to be in the tub with the two of you.

Sarah tugs you backward onto the deep built-in seat so Brendon has the space to kneel between your spread legs. You whine and grab for his shoulders, and he lets you bring him close. “Gonna fill my Kitten’s pretty pussy up,” he groans in your ear just as he thrusts forward. You shriek, dragging your nails across his back as his entire length slides in. He hisses in pleasure as your nails rake over him.

Sarah leans back and brings you with her so his cock is filling you at an angle. You can’t stop yourself from coming; this new angle has the head of his cock pressed to your G-spot and you’re a thrashing, squealing mess on his cock. He knows what you need, and his short thrusts that rub against you are pushing you towards your second. His hands are all over you and he’s whispering how badly he wants to feel you come for him again. You can feel how you’ve tightened around his length, and then your entire body is trembling with your orgasm. Your head is spinning, your breath is caught in your throat, and your vision blurs as all of your senses center on this climax. Eyes wide and mouth open, you’re gasping his name and rocking forward as best you can to ride it out.

“Kitten — I can’t hold off much longer — you ready, baby?” He’s got one hand tenderly cupping your face and the other gripping your thigh. “You want this? Can I come in you?”

“Want it. Need you to come,” you manage, knowing he needs the words, and he kisses you hungrily. You gasp into the embrace when you feel him, and he groans, hips thrusting hard through his own release. “Fuck yes, want it all,” you moan, arching into his kiss and clinging to him as best you can with Sarah holding your legs open.

Brendon is fast and rough, and you can feel his hips leaving bruises on your inner thighs, but you don’t care. Both the way his cock is filling you and the wild look on his face as he ruts against you make the pain worth it. His eyes are focused on yours and his lips are parted; he’s mumbling your name and praising you, and the way his hips crash against you is making your head spin.

You force your legs wider and tilt your hips up, offering yourself to him as he rides out his own climax. “Take my cunt, take me, fuck me, Bren, fuck your Kitten,” you gasp between thrusts, and Brendon bites down on your neck in approval. Sarah reaches between you and Brendon; she rubs gently at your clit just as he dips his head down to lick and suck at your nipples. You feel like you could come just from the sound of his mouth on your tits. His tongue flicks one nipple, and his free hand is lifting and teasing your free breast, letting his thumb roll. Between the sucking and tongue-flicking and teasing, it’s all too much, too good.

Your eyes roll back; blurred vision now flooded with a flashing, sparkly sensation. Brendon swears when you come again, quivering around him and chanting his name. When you’re both sure you’re done, you slump back against Sarah, shaking with the aftershocks of your third orgasm. Brendon groans as he pulls out of you with obvious effort. “Wait — B, don’t go,” you whimper, tugging on his hand, suddenly feeling incredibly needy and clingy like you always do after he takes you with that much force.

“No no, my love, don’t worry,” he soothes, squeezing your hand and trying to catch his breath. “I'm not leaving my sweet girl for long. She’s safe in Sarah’s arms and I’ll be right back. You’ll hardly know I was gone. I promise. Just grabbing your breakfast, then I’m back to cuddle my Kitten.” He makes good on his promise; he’s away from you for all of twenty seconds before he’s passing you and Sarah plates of scrambled eggs, toast, and little cups of fruit salad. “My girls need a balanced breakfast,” he murmurs.

He sets his own plate on the edge as the three of you slip back into the hot water off of the bench seat. He gathers you in his arms and brings you into his lap while Sarah strokes your damp hair out of your face. “My girls need their energy,” he tells you, bringing your fork to your mouth.

“Yeah we do,” Sarah mumbles through her own mouthful of toast and egg. “And I skipped dinner last night.”

Brendon gives you a guilty look, and you fake a stern expression as you slide a slice of pineapple into his mouth, feeling better with him holding you close. “Bren,” you scold playfully, “I don’t care how good her pussy is; you gotta let my baby eat dinner.”

“Hey,” he says with a soft laugh, “she wasn’t complaining at the time!”

You roll your eyes and wiggle in his lap to get better access to his face for gentle kisses. You’re both still slick from the lubricant, and it occurs to you that you could slide back onto him and go for another. He’s mostly hard and you’re sure he’s got a cock ring somewhere in here; it’d be so easy to chase one more moment of bliss with him. Lazy sex could be just what you need, given your desperation to be close. The aching in your thighs tells you otherwise though, so instead, you kiss him softly before nipping at his lower lip. “With your cock and fingers and tongue all over her, I can’t imagine she’d actually complain. But you can’t skip meals to fuck.”

“You and I did,” he points out smoothly, nuzzling your neck and lifting another bite of egg to your mouth. “On our honeymoon. We skipped so many meals to fuck. Don’t you remember, Kitten? Couldn’t keep my mouth off of you or my cock out of you. Especially that first night. Pushed you up against a wall, lifted your skirt and fucked you fast while they brought our luggage in. You were such a good girl for me: you let me pin you to the wall and worked so hard to be quiet as you took my cock. We both came fast because we’d been so worked up, but you took it all so well. I hated leaving you while I went to bolt the door, but fuck, I loved knowing my cum and all your sweetness was dripping down your thighs. I came back, dragged you into bed, licked you clean, and we went for hours; we missed dinner and the next day’s breakfast and lunch. Didn’t need any food; I had pussy to eat.”

“Yeah, and then I’m pretty sure we both collapsed from low blood sugar,” you remind him drowsily. The food and the crash and the security of his arms has made sleep look very appealing. He grins and waves this fact away, still lost in the memory of you moving against his face as he holds you firmly against his chest.

Sarah laughs, eyes flicking between the two of you fondly. “I haven’t heard about your honeymoon before.”

You and Brendon exchange a tender glance, both of you remembering the rest of the trip. “Really?” He asks, stroking her hand. She shakes her head, and Brendon frowns. “Could’ve sworn we’ve shared all our dirty stories. Guess we have more.”

“Wanna hear all of them,” she murmurs, stretching a little. “Wish we could…” but she trails off, shaking her head. You give her an inquisitive look, but Sarah yawns and slides her empty plate away on the edge of the tub. Her eyes are heavy and she’s gone quiet.

You know this version of her; even just holding you and helping him brings on a similar crash sometimes. Brendon recognizes it too, and he draws her into his side. “You sleepy, sweetness?” You murmur, reaching for her other hand. She nods, clinging to him while clutching your hand, and snuggles down against Brendon’s shoulder.

“You want to take a nap, my love?” She nods again; Brendon kisses the top of her head and meets your eyes. You can see it in his expression. He’s so in love with her, and you’re ecstatic that he’s finally acknowledging the depth of his feelings. It makes you love them both that much more.

-||-

You’re out of the bath, bundled into your bathrobe and leaning against the door while Sarah’s wrapped in hers, pleading for Brendon to carry her to bed. “Too sleepy,” she whines, scratching at his bare chest. “You wore me out last night. Please, B, carry me.” Brendon glances at you; you nod with a small smile. You can walk — he should carry her. He tells her she never has to beg, and he scoops her up, taking her to her room as you follow. “I can’t nap with you two?” She says with a pout, and he kisses her sweetly.

“We’re going to be working on something that is a top-secret Sarah Secret,” he tells her, cupping her face and kissing her again. “Plus, you look and feel so good. We both know if you were in the big bed, Kitten and I would be all over you for snuggles. You’d get no rest.” You nod behind him, grinning.

“Fair enough,” she grumbles goodnaturedly. “Don’t keep your secret for too long though. You know I get nosy.”

“Mmm,” Brendon agrees, tugging her covers up and passing her the remote control for her oscillating fan. “It won’t be too long. Sleep, sweetheart. We love you.”

“I love you too,” she sighs dreamily, snuggling down into her pillows.

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From Sarah’s room, Brendon scoops you up and walks farther down the hall to his office. He settles in his chair with you his lap before scooting close to the desk. “Thought we should pick a ring,” he tells you, stroking your arm with one hand and typing in his laptop password with the other.

“Probably,” you agree with a small yawn, curling against him. “I think she’ll say yes.”

“I hope so,” Brendon murmurs, squeezing you. “What do you think of this one?” He’s opened up the website of his favorite jeweler, the one who made your ring and all of your anniversary pieces.

“It’s simple, but elegant,” you decide as you study the large marquise diamond and its sleek white gold setting and band. “I think it’s very Sarah.”

Brendon nods, cuddling you close. “I can have it picked up later today,” he muses, letting the mouse linger over the image. “Unless you think we should keep looking.”

“No, I think it’s perfect. Order it,” you urge, feeling content in his lap. “Also I need a nap ASAP,” you admit, grinning. He laughs softly, kisses your cheek, and reaches for his phone to make the call.

-||-

“Come here, my sweet Kitten,” Brendon murmurs, opening his arms to you once you’re back in the big bed. You wriggle into his embrace; he nuzzles you softly as he pulls the blankets up over you both. “How are you feeling?”

He whispers the question as you curl even closer, and you kiss a slow path from his collarbone, along his neck, to his mouth. “I feel good,” you tell him, and he looks at you intently. “Still clingy though. Wait. Why? Should I…not feel good?”

“No, I’m thrilled you feel good, and you know I love my sweet, clingy Kitten. I just want to make sure you’re feeling comfortable and secure with all of… this.” He waves a hand vaguely in the air, and you nod. “I don’t want to get caught up in planning for Sarah and make you feel anything less than completely loved.” He kisses your forehead softly, thumbs rubbing circles in the small of your back. “Don’t want you to think for a single moment that I’ve forgotten how damn lucky I am to call you my girl, my Kitten, and my wife. I love you always, baby.”

You wrap your arms around him and press your face into his neck, breathing in the comforting scent of his soap. “I love you always. Thank you, B,” you murmur. “That means so much to me. You’re the best, and I’m so lucky to call you my man and my husband. I’m thankful every single day that you said yes when I asked you to open our life and our love to include Sarah. The two of you have given me everything, and she deserves something special. Let’s make this perfect for her.”

You’re both aware of what you aren’t saying: by choosing to be with the two of you, she’s given up the opportunity for a normal life and the chance of a traditional engagement and marriage. Then it occurs to you.

“B, love, Sarah’s had to struggle recently with not getting — not being treated as your partner.” His eyes darken and you continue, fighting the fatigue. This is important. “What if we proposed in public so everyone knows that she’s just as much yours as I am, that you’re committed to both of us. We’re equals.”

“We’d be inviting the world into our bed,” Brendon warns you, looking torn on the idea. “We would be inviting all sorts of attention and speculation and commentary. It could get really ugly. And it wouldn’t just be directed at me. It’d be all three of us, and our families too. You know I would do anything for you two, and that includes keeping you safe, keeping your names out of the media’s mouth. I chose this life; you just chose me. You shouldn’t have to…” he sighs, rubbing a hand over his face. “But I do want everyone to know she’s ours,” he admits. “Fuck, I want everyone to understand that she’s just as untouchable as you are. You’re both mine.”

His words make you moan a little; you always love when he’s possessive of you, but you love it especially when you’re already feeling needy. His eyes close at the sound of your desire, and you crawl on top of him to embrace him fully. The kiss is full of longing; you feel his cock, already half-hard, stiffening against your inner thigh.

“I’m sorry, Kitten,” Brendon groans, knowing he shouldn’t get you too worked up again while you’re coming down. “You know how turned on it makes me when I get to be possessive of my girls.”

You want him, and he’s staring at you so tenderly. “I’m yours,” you murmur, gazing down at him adoringly and running a hand through his messy, damp hair. He knows your words aren’t carte blanche, but they are a grateful acknowledgement of his apology and permission to go a little further, touch you a bit more.

“Mine,” he says in a low voice, eyes moving down your body slowly while his hands follow their path. “Fuck, you are mine.” His hips rock up, and it applies just slightly too much pressure to one of the fresh bruises of your inner thighs; you can’t bite back the sharp inhalation of pain.

Brendon’s eyes go wide. “Baby? Love, what is it, what’s wrong?” All of the lust in his eyes is gone. Instead, he looks worried, and you roll off of him so he can slide down your body when you gesture wordlessly. With your legs spread, he can see the developing bruises decorating your skin. “Kitten, what—“

“Your hips, love,” you say with a weak smile. “Sarah had me spread wide and you didn’t exactly hold back. I’m not sure what I look like, but based on the feeling, I imagine there’s some visual reminders of your pace and urgency, courtesy of your hip bones.” Your tone is casual, but he still looks upset. “B, I’m fine. And better yet, you’ve claimed me pretty effectively. I bruise easily, so I’ll have these marks for at least two weeks.” He doesn’t look convinced, but you just curl a finger, beckoning him back to you. As he moves up the bed, you kiss him softly and tuck yourself into him. “I like having you mark me up. You know this. Love having reminders of you all over me. I’m yours,” you whisper, stroking his chest. “Sarah is too. We’re both yours.”

He smiles, accepting your justification and holding you close. There’s a long moment of silence after he kisses the top of your head, and you sigh, resting your head against his shoulder. “I just don’t know what the right answer is, B, with going public. I don’t know if there even is a right answer. I just know I’m tired of seeing Sarah denied the same privileges as me just because she doesn’t have your last name. I mean…okay, for example. If I want to know where you’re staying for a hotel night, I can find out in less than two minutes. If the wrong person answers the phone, it can take Sarah two hours.” You blink back tears, remembering the frustration and hurt on her face when all she wanted to do was surprise Brendon.

“And it’s bigger things too, I’m sure,” you continue, wiping at your tears, and Brendon is tense against you. “But that’s just the most recent thing— that I know about anyway. I’m sure there’s others she doesn’t tell me about. I know we can’t fix everything; we can’t magically make everyone cooperate. But if everyone knew…”

“I’ll think about it,” Brendon promises, holding you tightly. “I’ll think about it, Kitten. I just want to do the right thing for us — all three of us. But right now, the right thing for you is a long nap, here in my arms. You need your rest; I pushed you hard in the tub and you’ve been so brave and strong while we got Sarah settled. But now, it’s my Kitten’s turn to sleep. Totally safe, snug, and mine.”

-//- one week later -\\-

“Damn, it’s pretty,” you murmur, snapping the ring box closed and slipping it back into Brendon’s sock drawer in his private room. He grins and holds you, kissing your nose affectionately.

“You really don’t mind that she’s getting a big, public proposal?”

“Bren, this isn’t about me,” you remind him. “It’s about Sarah. But also, no, I don’t mind. After all, your proposal to me was technically big and public too,” you say, laughing when he flushes at the memory.

“I really didn’t mean to blurt it out on stage like that,” he says, and you stroke his cheek soothingly. “You deserved so much more, so much better. I was just lost in my train of thought. Your underwear was in my hand, I was rattled, my guard was down, and —”

“Hey,” you murmur, kissing him gently to cut him off. “I loved it. It was very us. We fucked like crazy backstage, you not only steal my panties but also accidentally drop them in front of a crowd, not to mention you openly admit to the world that you love my pussy, and finally you say you want to marry me? What could be more on brand for who we are together? It’s the perfect proposal for us.”

“Still…”

“B, don’t feel bad,” you tell him firmly. “It’s one of my favorite memories, and not just because you said you wanted to marry me. Besides, this will be good for Sarah. She’ll see how committed we are because we’re letting the world know she’s ours.”

He bites his lip, but you can tell you’ve gotten through to him. “Come on, my love,” you say, reaching for his hand. “It’s movie night.”

Sarah is already downstairs, and you can hear her moving around in the kitchen. You're sure she’s working on what you and Brendon refer to affectionately as the popcorn buffet. Brendon claims he can’t stand to be near the kettle corn you love, and you joke that the smell of his cheddar-flavored popcorn is revolting, so you need Sarah in between you as a buffer.

You both know the truth though. You just want Sarah in the middle with her neutral movie-theater butter popcorn with M&Ms mixed throughout. Brendon steals the popcorn, you steal the M&Ms, and Sarah steals kisses from both of you as retribution. It works.

She’s just finished shaking the packet of M&Ms into her bowl when you and Brendon come into the kitchen. You wrap your arms around her from behind and rest your chin on her shoulder while Brendon lounges against the counter. “Did you pick a movie?” You squeeze her gently as you ask, and she nods, lifting a few M&Ms to your mouth. “Uh oh,” you laugh. “A candy bribe. What movie is it?”

Sarah turns in your arms, batting her eyelashes dramatically and already pulling out her most wistful expression. Brendon laughs too; while you and Brendon have the same taste in movies, you and Sarah do not. Whenever it’s Sarah’s night to pick, there’s the obligatory wheedling to get you both on board. She usually only has to win you over though; you all know Brendon will go along with what you want, and he loves seeing Sarah try to charm you. You’ll always cave in the end because you love her, and she knows that. She still bribes and cajoles though, because she loves when you play hard to get and make her work for it.

“The Batman,” she admits, and you groan playfully. “You’ll like it! Maybe. It’s got RPatz. You like him.”

“Uh huh,” you tease, opening your mouth and sticking out your tongue. Sarah grins and places three green M&Ms there. They’re your favorite, and you swear they taste better than the others. “Chaser kiss,” you demand with pouted lips, and Sarah obliges, giving you a sweet, soft peck. “Okay, let’s go.” You look at Brendon with a wide smile. “But I get her head.”

“Deal.”

-||-

You and Brendon flop on the couch with your bowls beside you, while Sarah drapes herself across the two of you. As promised, she rests her head in your lap and throws her legs across Brendon’s thighs. You pass her her bowl of popcorn, and she balances it on her stomach.

“Before we start,” Brendon murmurs, stroking over one of her bare legs, “I thought we could go to Disneyland tomorrow.”

You try not to wriggle in excitement. You’re already imagining the look on her face when you and Brendon drop to one knee each in front of the castle. She’ll look stunned, she’ll be so happy, and everyone will finally know she’s yours.

Sarah looks up at you and then props herself up slightly to look at him. “Okay,” she agrees. “Is Mike coming?”

You’re sure you look just as confused as Brendon, who has one brow arched and his lips parted as though he’s about to say something. Sarah keeps talking though. “I just mean…well, he’s usually my fake boyfriend when we go out super-public places on tour stops, right? I need someone to be my fake boyfriend as we walk around the park.”

You exhale heavily, leaning back into the couch cushions. Brendon frowns, and catches your eye. You shrug. You can see him make a decision; his face is resolute.

“We thought,” he starts, then looks at you again a bit nervously. “We thought maybe it could just be the three of us.”

“Won’t that look weird? The two of you plus your touring guitarist’s girlfriend?”

You should’ve known she’d question it. You jump in. “Love, we thought it was time to…you know. Tell the truth. Not like — make a statement or anything,” you rush, watching her eyes widen. “Just stop hiding. You’re ours. We’re yours. Brendon and I, we’re ready to—”

Sarah cuts you off. “Kitten, thank you. But honestly, the thought of just going and being out there, in such a public venue, and letting everyone see and whisper and assume and…” she sighs, biting her lower lip. “I don’t want all that attention,” she finally says.

“But,” Brendon starts, “if everyone knew, then I could make sure you’re treated the way Kitten and I want you to be treated. You’re ours, to love and cherish and protect. If everyone knew, I could…baby, I just want people to treat you like you’re my girl. Because you are.”

Sarah sits up from your lap and sets her popcorn aside so she can curl into Brendon. She beckons you close, and you snuggle into her. “You’re both so wonderful,” she whispers, leaning her head on his shoulder. “I know you two have the best intentions and I love you both so much. But I don’t think the world knowing is the best idea, and I’m not comfortable with all of the nastiness that will come after the public knows what I am to you two. It’ll be really bad for you both, but it’ll be worse for me, I’m sure. I’m the homewrecker, the slut, the…” she trails off, blinking hard. “B, Kitten, thank you for offering. It’s so sweet. But I just don’t want the attention. I don’t want our lives to be a spectacle,” she finally manages.

“Are you sure?” You murmur, stroking her hair and trying to calm your racing heart. She nods slowly, and you kiss her neck. “Okay then. You’ll continue to be our best-kept, dirtiest secret, if that’s what you want, baby.”

“Keep me hidden away,” Sarah says lightly, but you and Brendon both hear the underlying tension in her voice. “Keep me safe, keep me only yours, and let our love be just ours. That’s all I want.” She kisses Brendon softly, then turns and captures your lips. As if the matter has been settled, she sprawls back out across your laps, sighing contentedly when you run your hands through her hair.

As Sarah becomes engrossed in the movie, you and Brendon share a long look. You know what he’s thinking, because you’re thinking it too. There’s a ring upstairs, and Sarah’s just said she doesn’t want the attention that would definitely come with the public proposal you and Brendon have planned.

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Here is What I Do Know

Here is what I do know: I hate losing.

Here is what I do know: that was never a penalty.

Here is what I do know: this will change Lyon.

Most (all?) of you weren't here in 2013 and you weren't here in 2018, either. Those two games - the 2013 final at Stamford Bridge against Wolfsburg, the 2018 Coupe de France final against PSG - it changed them. It just made them so... angry. It forced their true nature out of hiding, I guess.

After that 2018 loss to PSG - and again, Lyon was robbed in that final, absolutely the way they were here - Lyon was just... Idk how to describe it, really. Their eyes were bloodshot in that they were bloodthirsty. And Lyon played them again in the fall, right, and it was the same ref, and Le Progres, love of my life that it is, they said something like "Lyon doesn't have a short-term memory."

And this team doesn't. They remember, you know. They remember being robbed. It stands out for them, injustices like that. They remember being robbed and they remember things being taken away from them and they just, they remember. I think that's important.

It's good for them in that this will piss them off, in that they'll be petty and vindictive and will suffer from insomnia again and hate the rain again. All those things will happen. It's fine.

I mean, it's not, because I hate losing.

And I hate that we were in this situation in the first place. I hate that part of the reason was the error in the first leg, with Carpenter and Horan both watching - and I maintain it's still fair to blame them for that loss - and I hate that part of the reason we played the first leg at home was because of the abysmal first half of the season and the way we performed in the group stages.

When Lyon went out to PSG in 2020-2021, when Renard scored that own goal - most (all?) of you weren't there for that, either. So here is what happened: Lyon retreated back into themselves after the game. They shut themselves off completely. The light in their eyes was gone, the way that Lyon's will be this weekend (and possibly season, I guess we'll see about that).

Anyway, the light was gone in their eyes, you know? April to June, the light was just not there anymore. Their eyes were so dull, so human. But then - but then it was July, right. They came back from summer break. And later - much, much later - Renard talked about what happened in that boardroom that hot humid day in July, about accountability, about how it hurt. That she had been responsible for Lyon losing and she would do everything, absolutely everything, to get Lyon's title back.

There is a lot of time between now and August. And the team we get this fall is going to look much different (but parts of it regrettably will look the same unless by some miracle Malard gets shipped off on loan).

And yet - and yet I am so, so certain that a hot humid day this summer, in a boardroom, one of these players - maybe Renard, maybe Hegerberg, maybe Carpenter - will say they are sorry. They will talk about making things right, about how this team deserved better. They will say and do something, and this team's eyes will become clearer.

Next season this will happen: the monster will come in from the cold.

For now, though, it just sucks. I'm mad because it was a bullshit penalty, because Emma Hayes is Emma Hayes, because Emma Hayes got to fulfill her lifelong dream of knocking Lyon out (thanks to said bullshit penalty). I'm mad because our performance in the first leg cost us this quarterfinal. I'm mad because if we had shown a fraction of this intent in the first leg we wouldn't be having this discussion in the second.

I'm mad because Carpenter and Horan made a dumb mistake in the first leg which made Becho's dumb mistake in the second so costly.

I'm mad because this wasn't a case of Lyon being outplayed, this was a case of Lyon being robbed. There's a difference. I can, have, and will admit when Lyon was simply outplayed. But that's not what happened here. We were not outplayed.

We were robbed.

The only good thing about this, is, well, we've been through this before. Most of you haven't. But I have been. I've seen what happens when Lyon feels robbed.

I hate it when that happens. They hate it when that happens.

They sulk for a bit, and then they come back, and burn the world down just to get some sort of justice. Others have to pay because they were hurt.

Here is what I do know: that's what monsters do, really. Sometimes they slink away and lick their wounds. But they come back to haunt us.

They always do.

#all good love stories start in the rain

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What were Caroline and Michael like before the Olympic season? I know that was a huge breakout for them but it seems like everyone is saying something has been off since moving to MIDA. Do you think something is off or is it just that the breakout season was an anomaly? Also I rewatched that program and Caroline should always have a costume with a turtleneck that look was stunning on her (reminded me of Tessa)

They had a (to me) pretentious modern dance program in leotards and everyone and their mother thought they were groundbreaking artists when really it was slow, boring, and every single lift had Caroline Green in the literal fetal position, because she was lacking core and leg extension.

The gossip is that Caroline wanted to go to IAM, and Michael wanted MIDA, they've ended up at MIDA, and haven't had an interesting program since. Green and Parsons were also outscoring Lajoie and Lagha, and now the Canadians are well past Green and Parsons.

In the 2021/2022 season, Gr/P got bronze at Autumn Classic while L/L for 4th; Skate Canada Gr/P got 4th, L/L were 6th

Lajoie and Lagha were able to go to the Olympics and Worlds in 2022, and Green and Parsons did not, they were US #4 behind C/B, H/D and H/B, while L/L were Canada #3. However, Green and Parsons got 4CC gold that year, because none of the top teams went to that competition.

After the Olympic season, they switched coaches, and a tide turned.

Marjorie and Zak came out so strong that year, they won both their senior Bs, with a wide margin from gold to silver too. Then L/L got bronze over Gr/P at Skate Canada, by a little over a point. L/L weren't at Worlds, but they went to 4CC and got bronze, while Gr/P ended up 5th.

This season as well, the tide turned more: Marjo and Zak made it the grand prix final this year, Caroline and Michael did not. Lala got silver the CoC and Gr/P got bronze, and they were 15 points behind the Canadians.

This was a big break down of scoring/placement between these two teams, but it's just to demonstrate they Green and Parsons seemed to be on the rise -- and they still are -- but they've been overtaken by a team they used to beat. They are now also being over taken by Carreira and Ponomarenko, another team they used to place above.

I understand them not being happy. I think the fact they are they currently sitting 3 points behind Cpom after the RD is infuriating to them, they looked dejected and mad in the k/c when their scores came up.

I think they are an okay team, but personally I just don't they think have It. The elusive thing that makes you want to watch more. Also, like I said above, MIDA has given all their teams absolute duds when it comes to programs, there hasn't been a good one since they opened their school.

#konner talks skating

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Watched in 2023:

(this isn't absolutely everything, but it's all the stuff I had something to say about:)

Zorro (1940)- did not expect to enjoy this as much as I did going in. Although, given that Zorro was one of the inspirations for Batman, I should have. Loved it.

Ocean’s Eleven (2001)- what I love most about this movie is that there is exactly zero pretense of the noble thief going on here. We’re normal thieves, with a normal lack of honor, and the audience is still rooting for us because Tony Benedict is such a jerk.

Avatar the Last Airbender (2005-2008)- nth rewatch. My big takeaway this time was trying to piece together who knew what about previous events at any given moment. When Zuko said that Mai was his girlfriend, Sokka had met her onscreen a grand total of about four times. Things like that, you know, perspective.

Superman (1978)- look. I love all things DC, but I’d only ever seen clips of this one before, for whatever reason. But one of our clinicians mentioned offhand that John Williams did the score, and that was the push I needed to sit down and watch it. And it was. DELIGHTFUL. I had noooooo idea exactly how much Christopher Reeve was BUILT for that role. He’s skinny, he’s tall, his legs are a million miles long, he’s GENTLE, all the things I love for Superman to be. And the rest of the cast??? New favorite Perry, first of all. The only Lois I’ve ever actually liked. Stupid underground Lex with his underground pool and his Odyssean Need for everyone to know his name at all times. I loved it.

Jurassic Park (1993)- *shows up to the movie 30 years late* what’s UP, everyone, I’m a Jurassic Park FAN now. WOW. I liked this one a lot more than I thought I would. New favorite-at-first-sight in Dr. Malcolm. I, too, was once one of those weird little girls obsessed with dinosaurs. Tim and I even have the same teeth. Before watching this I thought the dinos were the villains of this movie, just used for scary purposes. Nice to see that they were treated with respect, and by highly educated characters. They were also scary, but, they can be both. I used to have recurring nightmares a lot like some of the velociraptor parts. I’m a little baby about scary things and the whole experience left me a little bit jittery, haha. Remind me never to read the novel version- I’m sure it’s absolutely terrifying!

Winx Club season 1 (2004)- one of many attempts at a peace offering to my inner little girl, but she actually liked this one ok! Both the dialogue and delivery are absolutely abysmal, but I like the style of it, and the concept of the three different magic schools. The Red Fountain characters cracked me up every time I see them.

Captain America: The First Avenger (2011) and The Winter Soldier (2014)- one is a nice superhero movie, with a bunch of lame one-liners and gratuitous explosions and a succinct core story. The other is a Nick Fury movie with Captain America sprinkled on top, pretending to be a superhero movie. The way they talk is different. I love superheroes but god, I hate the MCU. It just makes me a bit sad how seriously it takes itself. I'm convinced the only reasons The First Avenger is better is because 1. it's set in the past and 2. more concretely based around a preexisting comic storyline.

It’s A Mad Mad Mad Mad World (1963)- rewatch. TELL me you’ve seen this movie. This classic. This absolute riot. Favorite bits include Sylvester crying in the car, the dentist shhhhing at the explosion in the basement, the entire drunk pilot sequence, and Ginger and Billy Sue talking to each other through the two phones.

Singin’ in the Rain (1952)- I saw this in middle school, and the only bit that stuck with me was ‘you wouldn’t believe the things you can hide in these sleeves’. I've been familiar with some of the music through the years, but I'm very glad I remembered to give it another full watch, it’s a delightful story. Love, love, love all the costumes, especially the green flapper dress

One Piece live action (2023)- I’m an annoyingly big fan of One Piece, and I didn’t plan to watch this adaptation, since I knew it probably wouldn’t live up to my standards, but my friend convinced me. I could go on and on forever with petty complaints, but I can’t lie, the visuals were great. The diverse cast, the effects, and the attention to detail were all good. They completely messed up Zoro and Buggy, but they did Mihawk probably even better than the manga. Mixed feelings. I give it like 3/5 overall.

Generator Rex (2010-2013)- rewatch. I love everything about this show- the premise, the characters, the balance of action, scientific speculation, and humor. But more than anything I love CAESAR SALAZAR

#recommendation #as we speak I am experiencing a violent blorbo renaissance re: Caesar #somehow I didn't manage to see atsv but I will! at some point!

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butwhyduh · 3 years

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Been Awhile

Roy Harper x reader

Summary: he’s been gone for a mission and comes back home mad thirsty

Warning: smut, Roy has a filthy mouth

You were totally fine. You didn’t almost burn out the motor to your toy while looking at pictures of Roy while imagining licking his tattoos and then everywhere else. It had been a full month since you last saw him and you were missing him so much at this point that you missed his tinkering and the smell of a soldering iron.

The first thing Roy did was pick up Lian from her aunt Artemis’s house and brought her home. He had stopped and got her the biggest Lego set he could find.

“This says 8 and up but I’m only 6,” she squealed.

“Since you can read that it’s 8 and up, I think you’ll do fine. Now let’s build a castle. Do you want a Princess or dragon?” Roy asked dumping it out on the carpet.

“A Princess dragon!” She said as if it was obvious.

“What was I thinking? Of course, a Princess dragon,” he said and they started building. You grabbed them a snack and joined them on the floor. Roy’s attention was on Lian but he occasionally gazed at you before going back to playing. After a few hours, Lian started yawning as it was close to bed.

“Alright kiddo, why don’t we pick this up tomorrow? It’s getting late now,” Roy said getting up and stretching. You couldn’t help but stare at the way his shirt rose just enough to see a strip of flat stomach. Roy grinned at you when he noticed.

He spent the next 20 minutes getting Lian in bed and another 20 minutes wasting time cleaning up while waiting for her to go to sleep. Roy kept his eyes on you. Staring at your ass as you bent to pick up a stuffed animal, your breasts when you put another toy on a high shelf. And when he was certain that Lian was asleep, he pounced.

“Baby,” Roy said pulling you close by the hips. You covered a giggle with your hand before wrapping your arms around his neck. “Fuck have I missed you.”

“I missed you too,” You replied. Roy kissed you and his hands roamed your body; running across your back and down to cup your ass and up to squeeze your breasts. “Eager,” you said with a little smirk.

“You don’t even fucking know,” he muttered against your skin. You could feel his hardness against your thigh. You wanted him for sure but you weren’t that ready to go. “Couldn’t even rub one out because it was fucking communal showers and bunks. So it’s been 2 weeks. I had a wet dream the other night like I was a fucking teenager.”

“Damn Roy,” you flushed at his language. He started peeling your shirt off. “The bedroom, not here,” you insisted. He pulled you along quickly. As soon as the door shut, he was yanking your shirt and bra off.

“Fuck baby, your tits,” he whined before bending to kiss and nip at them. He looked up at you with a smiling mouth full of nipple causing you to shiver. He playfully lapped at the bud. “I’ve miss you girls,” he said giving the other breast attention, causing you to laugh. “We’re having a very important conversation here. Excuse us,” he joked to you while cupping them both.

“Hey now,” you laugh. “Can we get to the bed first?”

Roy picked you up over his shoulder as you squealed. He turned his head to gently sink his teeth in the meat of your ass. You jumped in surprise. “Nice ass. Take a bite out of it,” he murmured and did it again before laying you on the bed and crawling beside you.

You turned to your side and started kissing. You pulled Roy’s shirt off at one point and started kissing down his neck and the next thing you knew, you were on top of him, rubbing him through his boxers. He was already throbbing.

“You think you could?” He asked looking down. “I’ve been dreaming about your mouth for days.”

“Damn, you’re thirsty,” you said with a laugh.

“Don’t make fun of me,” he whined. “I swear that sex is the only thing on my mind. I can’t handle going this long.”

“These full,” you asked, reaching your hand in his shorts and cupping his balls. He hissed and leaned into your touch with a nod. “I’ll take pity on you,” you teased.

“Just a little blow job,” he asked.

You started kissing down his chest while pushing his shorts down his legs. Roy was already leaking hard. You ran your hand up his thigh and jerked him a few times and gently cupped his balls before going back and forth. Roy was already breathing heavy and his pale skin was flushed red as his hair.

You playfully ran your fingers through the thatch of reddish brown hair above his dick and Roy’s hips moved towards your hand. It was intoxicating to see him so worked up. Sure, Roy always had a high sex drive but he loved the build up and act of sex just as much as the release usually but you could tell that his mind was only on getting off today.

You finally took him in your mouth and Roy let out a shaky breath. You sucked at the head while gently jerking the base. Roy was so fucking hard and was making so much noise that you were throbbing between your own legs. Thank god Lian was all the way across the apartment.

“Fuck, baby. Better than I imagined,” Roy breathed. He was gripping the sheets tightly in hand. You looked up at him and ran your free hand over the divots of his abs and Roy closed his eyes. He knew if he watched you suck him off, he would but almost immediately.

But then you cupped his balls while hollowing your cheeks as you took him deep and he spasmed and came suddenly. “I-“ was all he got out before a warm bitter wetness filled your mouth. Roy pushed your shoulders back to where his dick wasn’t in your mouth anymore but it didn’t help because instead he came on your face.

“Oh,” you gasped while trying to be a good girlfriend and jerk him through his high.

“Sorry! Sorry,” he said as he came down from his high. “I didn’t mean- I was gonna warn you but I couldn’t even speak,” he said with a dry chuckle. “Shit, that wasn’t the plan,” he said. Roy quickly grabbed his shirt to wipe your face off.

“It’s okay, babe,” you said with a smile. You climbed up and kissed him on the lips. Roy smiled at you. “I mean, I made you cum so hard you couldn’t speak. I’d take that as a compliment.”

“You definitely should. And when my soul returns to my body, I am definitely gonna blow your brains out,” he said and you huffed out a laugh. His casual frank sex language always got you.

“Yeah?” You asked as Roy held you close.

“Yep! Gonna try to see if I can make you cry or squirt when you cum,” he added.

“Roy,” you exclaimed and he laughed.

“Babe, I saw the fucking light when I came,” he said. “No joke. And I was thinking about you on the way home and had to think about baseball scores cuz I started chubbing up. Like a teenager or something.”

You covered his mouth with your hand. “That’s enough of that,” you said and he laughed before licking your hand.

“You won’t be saying that later,” he smirked.

“Yeah?” You challenged. Roy flipped you on your back and climbed over you.

“Absolutely. Now show me that pretty little pussy.”

“Roy!”

“Aww come on. It’s adorable when you get all flustered,” he said. You didn’t answer but let him pull your shorts off. Roy had a pleased smile on his face. “Fuck, my imagination has nothing on this,” he muttered while kissing down your chest. He opened your legs wide while roughly pulling a nipple in his mouth. You gasped as he let it go to repeat the same on the other side. He slid his tongue messily over your chest before planting wet kisses down your stomach.

Roy pushed your knees back to where you were wide and exposed to him. You shivered as he looked you over almost predatorily. Roy kissed down your leg and skipped over your pussy before going back up the other leg. He even kissed your hips and mound before moving down.

“Absolutely drenched,” he whispered. Roy lapped at your outer folds and even sucked on on before moving inward with precision. He knew what he was doing. You were panting by the time his tongue pierced between your folds and into your core. Roy started tongue fucking you and you let out breathy moans. You gripped the headboard behind you.

Roy grew more aggressive and messy in the best way. One hand held your legs up and the other squeezed and teased your breasts. It didn’t take long for you to whimper his name desperately in hopes he would finally pay attention to your clit. Knowing exactly what you wanted, he started lapping at the bud before taking it in his mouth and sucking. You moaned far louder than you mean as he sucked your clit like a dying man.

“Don’t stop,” you whined and Roy’s hand that was grabbing your breast moved to hold your thigh to let his mouth dive deeper into your pussy. He was absolutely destroying you in the best way with sucking and lapping and swirling your clit with his very talented mouth and tongue. He could see you were close. The sounds you make and how your core would clench around nothing. Roy kept going and was rewarded with a sound like a sob before you whimpered out his name and spasmed below him. His mouth suddenly flooded with fluid that he happily lapped at through your high until you pushed his face away. He gave a chaste kiss to you sensitive clit that had you jumping and gasping before climbing back up your body to lay beside you.

“Still got it,” he said with a grin. You rolled your eyes while scooting on top of him.

“Don’t break your arm patting yourself on the back, Harper,” you muttered with no real heat.

“What? I’m back to last name? I gave you a mind numbing orgasm and I get last named,” he pouted.

“It was alright,” you teased.

“That sob at the end said otherwise,” he protested with a roguish grin. You covered his mouth with your hand.

“Okay, ruining the afterglow there speedy,” you said. He laughed.

“Okay Princess. Let’s get you some sleep. That way I can wake you up before Lian gets up and actually fuck,” he said pulling the blankets over you both.

“Shhhh, less words.”

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twinklelilstarkey · 3 years

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Where is my girl, bro? - Qb!Rafe Cameron

Words: 2.1k+

Summary: Rafe is, finally, having the game that he anticipated for so long, but he can’t find you in the stands.

Warnings: Cursing? Female!Reader. Rafe being a sad boi for a few minutes.

DO NOT REPOST, REWRITE OR TRANSLATE ANY OF MY WORK!

Inspired by the iconic video “I can’t find my mama, bro” (but, of course, instead of mom, it’s his girlfriend)

One thing you absolutely hate but, for some reason, always happens to you is that whenever you really want or need to be somewhere at a certain time, something *always* happens and you end up being late.

It could be for presentations, tests, and many other important things, and no matter what you do, it just happens. There’s no way to escape it.

Today is your boyfriend’s game. You never miss a game, ne-ver. And he has been telling you about it for way too long. Always saying how excited he is to play it, just so he can finally beat the guys that have been talking shit about his team nonstop for so long.

You did everything to get there in time. You left the college library early, went back to your apartment to take a shower and get ready.

You did everything in time and still had at least twenty minutes to spear. So, with the time remaining, you calmly and slowly got onto your car and drove your way to the stadium with absolutely no worries.

The time from your apartment to the stadium wasn’t all that much. Ten to fifteen minutes, max. Plus, the games are always a few minutes late. You were as relaxed as one can be.

But that’s when everything went to shit.

There was a car accident at one of the streets that connected to the stadium, so the road was closed. It wasn’t a big accident, just a tap that took one off the road slightly. No one was hurt, thankfully. But you had to do a whole different rout, where you were met with nothing but... traffic, of course.

Still, you didn’t stress. You still had time. Rafe didn’t have his phone on him anymore, so you couldn’t text him just to tell him know that you were on your way. But, still, you didn’t panic, yet.

It took you a good 15 minutes to get out of the traffic and get in the parking lot, to find almost no empty spots.

But life’s still great, right?

You were able to park your car all the way in the back and as soon as you turned off the engine, your friends started blowing up your phone to say that the game has started.

You jumped out of the car, locked the doors and started running to the stadium.

Midway through the ginormous parking lot, you remember that you left the lights of the car on. So, running back you went.

To say you were out of breath was an understatement.

You called your friends when you were able to get in the stadium (in as: ‘just walked through the door’) to see where they were seated, and you did that while walking at fast pace to the usual seats, slightly off to the left of the field, already expecting their answer.

And all you got as their answer was “our usual spot was occupied”, which made you stop walking and sigh to the ceiling, “we’re on the right, by the doors”.

And there you went again. Running like a mad woman, again, through empty hallways to the other side of the stands.

The game had been going on for a good few minutes now and Rafe was sitting on the bench, breathing a little heavy has he just left the field and his eyes study the stands.

“Where is my girl, bro?” He asks his teammate beside him.

His friend tries to help him find you, eyes scanning through the sea of college students and families, but soon enough he was called back in the game.

Rafe’s telling himself many times that you are there and he just isn’t seeing you.

You wouldn’t miss a game, right?

You pant as you make your way up to the stands. Your legs are starting to ache from the sudden running and jumping up stairs, and the urge to yell a ‘thank god’ when you spot your friends at the front seats and not all the way in the back is too intense for you to just not let out a whisper yell version of it.

“Finally!” Your friend says loudly over everyone’s loud excited voices.

You sit beside them, feeling exhausted, eyes already on the score board, scared to see that you missed any points, but you’re happy to see that you didn’t miss all that much.

You sip your drink excessively as you quench your thirst and your friend starts to update you on what you missed.

Rafe’s eyes go back to the stands as he makes his way back to the bench and he frowns at the fact that he can’t see you nowhere close to your usual spot. He looks through the sea of dark blue jerseys, trying to at least find his number on anyone and go on from there, but he just... can’t see you.

“Still can’t find her?” His other teammate asks.

“No, like... what the fuck?” He curses more to himself than anyone else, sad tone. “Where the fuck is she?”

He’s not cursing you, he’s cursing himself. Like what if he forgot to tell you that the game was today? He had stopped checking his phone long before the game started... what if something happen? Maybe he should’ve checked his phone earlier.

Oh, god, where are you?

He lets himself fall back on the bench, eyes still on the stands, which almost made him trip over an helmet on the floor, but he didn’t seem to care all that much.

Your eyes stay on the field, watching the game continue as you try to cool down your warm body, nodding at your friend’s words and waving your arms around your face to seek some wind.

(...)

The game continues on, Rafe keeps on trying not to think too much about your absence on your usual seat, forcing himself to think that you have been there the whole game, and imagines you in previous games just to simulate some idea of your presence.

Everything is close to ending, his team is winning, as expected, yet he was still dragging his feet on the grass and letting his eyes stay on the ground as he walked back to the bench.

He feels sad, this almost-win doesn’t even feel like a win. He never celebrated a home game win without you, and it’s weird to even think about it.

“Yo, Cameron!” His friend screams from a few feet away from him.

Rafe lifts his gaze from the ground, up to his friend. He has an outstretched arm, pointing at the opposite side of home team stands, the one’s he has been looking at for way too long.

Rafe’s heart speeds up for a bit as hope runs through his system and he stands up, almost running full speed to his teammate. He stands behind him to try and follow his pointed finger. His blue eyes scan the middle rows first and suddenly... he spots you.

You’re smiling at your friend, wearing his jersey, like always, shaking a cup on your hand and sipping the last drops of your drink at the bottom of the cup.

You are nowhere near where he thought you would be. Yeah, you’re on the front row but way off to the side, close to the doors that he had just walked through on the break.

How the hell didn’t he see you?

A wide smile spreads over his lips and his heart squeezes at the sight. He has never felt this much relief in his life. You’ve been here this whole time.

You’re not going to miss a home game win.

The last seconds of the game run out and the team starts celebrating as soon as the number zero hit the timer.

A heavy weight has been lifted off Rafe’s shoulders and he honestly didn’t even realize it was there until now. His smile is huge as he jumps around with his teammates while they chant whatever nonsense you always had trouble understanding a word of.

His helmet is on his hand, letting his hair flow away freely in the wind as his features twitch upwards in the happiness with the win of the game that has been on his mind for so long.

You smile from your spot on the stands, some people in the stands are just as loud as the team, jumping and dancing around. You can’t blame them, after so many weeks of both colleges fighting against one another on social media, yours can finally rub the win on their faces.

As the team separates to go to their girlfriends, boyfriends and family members, many people walk over to the railing of the stand.

Rafe walks towards you, smile as bright as ever, being highly contagious to you.

“Hi baby!” You squeal in excitement as he gets closer to you.

He answer back with a just as excited tone and cheesy nickname and comes closer to the stands. He climbs them a bit and you lean down to cup his face and give him the usual kiss after a game.

His cheeks are sweaty under your fingertips, but it’s not something you haven’t grown accustomed to.

When being able to pull away from the various pecks, Rafe helps you down the stands, almost against your will, and pulls you into a not so comfortable hug due to all the gear on him.

Yes, you, supposedly, can’t get on the field, but there’s too many people around you for anyone to notice, and other people are also doing it, so it will be impossible for someone to call you out specifically in the middle of such commotion.

“I didn’t see you for most of the game.” Rafe tells you and you look up at him.

“I expected that. I got here late and supposedly our usual spot was taken.” You explain over the loud music.

“You were late?” He asks loudly, forced shock on his tone as he pulls a quite offended look on his face, “For my special game? How could you?”

You giggle at him and he breaks the fake expression so he can smile.

“There was traffic and the parking lot is completely full.” You explain.

“Excuses, excuses.” He says while waving his head from side to side comically, “You. little missy... for-got!”

He pokes your side with each word and you laugh at him again, loving his playful and excited mood.

“Did not do such a thing!” You say, playing along.

Rafe’s smile is wide and bright and god, you wish they could win everyday.

If it meant him stopping to worry so much about everything and just be this happy every day... Ugh, where do you sign? No matter what cost. You will sign that, god damn it.

As you’re about to pull away from your sweaty boyfriend, your friend stops you.

“Wait! Let me take picture!” She says.

You pass her your phone with the best of your ability and she takes it in her hands midair. You walk back to stand beside Rafe and wrap one of your arms around his waist, as his do the same, pulling you closer, completely against him.

Your friend takes as many pictures as she can of you two smiling, just for memories’ sake, but you, many family members and significant others, are interrupted by the usual voice saying a ‘please stay on the stands and do not step on the grass’ blah blah blah.

“Thank you.” You thank your friend as she shows you the pictures from her place up the stands.

Rafe holds your waist close to him and, just like any other guy around him, he helps you up. But... Rafe is Rafe. He can only fight his urges to some extent.

As soon as your hands grab the top railing and you stand safely at the top, his hand lands a loud and hard smack on your ass.

God, you hate this man.

You send him a glare and the bastard sends you a cheeky toothy smile, so forced that even his eyes close with his cheeks. You shake your head in a chuckle and jump to the other side of the stands.

“Don’t take too long on the locker room!” You tell him over the loud music and he nods.

You’ll never forgive him for making you wait 2 hours for him to only say ‘Sorry, I had to enjoy the shower while we still had hot water’.

Never. You will take that with you to your grave.

“Sure thing, ma’am!” He says, playfully saluting you.

You smile down at him and take some steps back.

“Wait!” He says, hand on the air.

You walk back close to the railing and he smiles, climbing up the stands again.

“I deserve one more kiss, no?” He questions, standing right at eye level with you.

You bring his hair back, not letting it fall back on his eyes and cup his cheeks, giving him the kiss he so wanted and wasn’t able to get when you were standing beside him.

Rafe’s free hand holds you close to him by the back of your head, but you pull away quickly as soon as you feel his tongue touch your bottom lip.

“We are not doing all of that here.” You warn him.

He stares back at you.

“I’ll wait in the car.” You say, your lips hovering over his, pressing a last kiss on his lips.

He jumps back down to the grass and stares as you turn to grab your things from your seat.

His last name is written across your back as well as his number. A dark blue jersey matching the one he is wearing right now.

Your friend stands beside you, so that the both of you can leave, and you give him a last look before he has to step away with his team and resume his celebrations while you go to the car.

He steps back from the stands, eyes on you and on his jersey. Rafe loves to see you wear it, it awakens some sort of possessiveness in him, but, god, he is dreading to take it off of you.

Is this good? Because I love the idea of qb!rafe, but I don’t know shit about American football, and wrote this on a free morning. Help.

If you guys enjoyed this, I’ll write a fic with qb!rafe and maybe some more imagines of him just being a jock...? Maybe?

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ragingbookdragon · 3 years

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All The Small Things...That Show How Incredibly Pissed She Is

Batboys x Reader HC/Imagine

Word Count: 1.2K Warnings: Explicit Language

Author's Note: Here's some humor for y'all at the end of the semester. Enjoy! -Thorne

Dick:

Dick wasn’t a fool. He might seem like that to some people, certainly anal-retentive supervillains and seasoned superheroes who weren’t particularly impressed by him, but even if he paraded a bit of thick-headedness (Batman’s influence) every now and then, Dick wasn’t a fool. And he sure as hell realized when she was angry at him.

Well, angry wasn’t the particular word. She wasn’t angry, and honestly, in the entire year they’d been dating, he’d yet to see what would even made her fume. But sure as shit, if she didn’t get annoyed at things, and right now, he knew it was at him. And really, the only reason he did realize it was because she didn’t stick a note in the thigh pocket of his suit before he left on patrol.

It was something foolish, she’d said when he came home and asked her about it the first time she did it. A simple little folded paper, the same kind that hung on their refrigerator for the grocery list. All it had said was, “Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee—good luck out there, Dickie!”. When he found it, he about busted himself at the seams from laughing so hard, but at the same time, he found it endearing that she had left it for him to find. That had been on a Friday night and every day of the week leading up to it, she put a piece of candy in his pocket, saving Fridays for the little notes. And this Friday he didn’t find a note—he knew she wouldn’t forget, and that was all the clue he needed that she wasn’t happy about something.

And so, to remedy it, he picked up a bottle of red wine and a dozen red roses—sue him he’s a romantic—ready to do whatever she wanted to fix what he’d messed up.

Jason:

He didn’t hate the color pink, but he didn’t wear it unless it was a particular occasion, or unless the shirt he liked was pink. Most of Jason’s outwear wardrobe consisted of black and blue jeans, dark and white shirts, combat boots, and leather jackets. His outfits screamed, “I’m the epitome of ‘Bad-Boy’.” And most of his leather jackets were dark, so he typically wore white or light gray shirts, so it didn’t blend.

They shared chores in the house—he cooked most nights, and she did laundry; they both cleaned the apartment. Jason looked in the dryer for a white shirt because it was white’s day the night before and found a whole load of white shirts that’d been dyed pink. Of course, at first, he thought it perhaps an innocent mistake, but when he pulled the load out and found a single red sock, Jason knew he was in the doghouse.

He pulled on a baby pink shirt and grimaced at how tight it felt on his body—so she was really mad because she must’ve washed these in hot water because they’d shrunk two sizes. The thought of asking what she was mad about crossed his mind, but he figured he’d be better off figuring it out on his own and fixing it rather than having her tell him.

Jason was a grown man; he could figure it out himself—the only bad thing was that Jason, in all his glory, was still a man—and boy did he have trouble telling what his lady was mad about sometimes. Ice-cream, he figured. Dutch Chocolate Ice-cream and bourbon was her go to when she was upset—hopefully, she wouldn’t throw his underwear in the wash before he got back from the store.

Tim:

He’d long grown used to being stared at, considering the fact that when he was a young child, and an academic prodigy at that, people liked to examine him like he was a lab rat. So, at first, her way of communicating that she wasn’t pleased with his course didn’t occur to him. Of course, when he finally turned his attention from his laptop screen and caught her cocked eyebrow and unimpressed look, Tim couldn’t stop the flush of crimson that split over the bridge of his nose as he babbled an apology.

She usually responded with a grunt of recognition, but it was anything but amused or interested. And he’d flash that dopey grin and kiss her knuckles until her eyes filled with humor rather than annoyance. And then he’d go back to his laptop and the process would start all over again when he finally realized she was boring holes in the side of his head.

The only time she wanted to prove she was mad at him was when she’d pull out her phone and do those stupid, “Which Member Of The Batfamily Are You?” and she’d do everything in her power to not get “Red Robin”, typically getting “Red Hood” because she knew it’d make his jealously bubble in his chest.

And then Tim would slam his laptop shut and toss her phone off the bed with it and yank her down onto his bed, coiling his arms and legs around her like a cage, while she giggled relentlessly and teased him about being “green with envy”.

So really, while it usually started with her being mad, it became a “How Much Can We Annoy The Other Before We Blow?” game—she was winning so far…much to his dismay…and love.

Bruce:

His wife was outspoken and independent, not ever once requiring help with any task. If she couldn’t figure it out herself, she’d cut her own foot off before asking him to do it for her, because she knew he took that little pride in doing what she couldn’t. Their marriage was built on a foundation of love, for each other, and for their family. But that third peg was absolutely competition, and by God they were gonna prove who was the winner before they both died of old age.

So, whenever she got mad at him for anything, it would be obvious that she would announce it—but oh no, see, when she got mad, she was passive aggressive about it and she waited for Batman to figure it out. And she typically showed her annoyance through clothing.

Her favorite way to piss Bruce off was to wear an emerald green t-shirt around the house that said, “My favorite superheroes wear green!” and the stupid graphic tee had Green Lantern and Green Arrow symbols all over it. And that sadisti—lovely witch did everything in her power to make him look at it—at her.

And Bruce knew her plan of showing her irritation was working because that maddeni—gorgeous smirk always crossed her lips when he glared—stared at her. He still didn’t know what she was mad about though. Her purpose only served to show she was upset with him—so much for the World’s Greatest Detective.

Unfortunately, Bruce knew the only way to appease her would be to submit to her the entire night and let her know that she was now in the lead for their competition. Darn…and he’d just leveled the score too, and now she was one ahead…again.

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They Hate Each Other (No They Don't, Not Really) (Alex Morgan x Reader)

All would agree, your arch nemesis showing up absolutely anywhere you were would ruin your day, but that’s EXACTLY what happens to one veteran USWNT player, Alex Morgan, when she runs into her arch nemesis at the USWNT camp.

Alex Morgan’s eyes widen, pure rage running through her when you strut towards her, bag in hand.

“You shouldn’t look at your soon to be teammate like that Morgan, frowning gives you wrinkles.” You wink, the forward’s lip curling in a snarl.

“What’s she doing-

“I DON’T KNOW.” Alex yells, nearly making Kelley jump out of her skin.

Alex was absolutely livid, seeing you at the USWNT camp had been a surprise, and not a wonderful one.

The second Alex spotted Vlatko Andonovski she advances angrily on the man, who’s looking at her as if he expected this reaction.

“Alex-

“What the hell!? We’re you going to tell me? To tell US?!” She yells, louder than intended, but you’d riled her up in way no one had before.

“I didn’t know you were the coach this year Morgan, if I did, I would’ve stayed home.” You snark, your smirk making Alex growl.

“Shut UP!” She yells and you laugh.

“We should room together Morgan, I think we’d make GREAT roommates.”

Alex growls, mumbling under her breath.

“It’ll be easier to smother you in your sleep then.”

You smirk cockily.

“Kinky.”

Alex snarls angrily.

“Listen.” Vlatko holds a hand up, glancing your way before turning back to Alex.

“Y/N is one of the best players in the world, having her at our camp, and possibly on the team brings our team up to the next level. I saw a chance, and I took it.”

Alex shakes her head.

“But-

He shakes his head.

“I’m sorry Alex.” He pats her on her shoulder before turning away and walking off.

Alex meanwhile is standing stock still, her mouth agape.

Her biggest rival had just joined the USWNT camp, and would PROBABLY join the USWNT.

She growls.

“Fuck.”

***

If you were being honest, you absolutely hated Alex Patricia Morgan, the woman knew how to push your buttons and she did so whenever she could.

You’d met during college, of course, on rival teams, ultimately where your rivalry began, a rivalry that seeped into your NWNT career, and when Alex came overseas, donning the Tottenham Hotspur’s jersey, you were there, wearing a red and white Arsenal’s jersey.

Needless to say, when the two teams squared up, your rivalry continued.

Alex hated you just as much as you hated her, making the competition between the two of you even more fierce.

It surprised literally EVERYONE that the two of you hadn’t killed one another yet.

At this current moment in time though, you were currently literal moments from killing one another.

“I didn’t mean to step on your cleats Morgan, just go to the store when practice is over and buy another pair.” You snort.

Alex lets out a feral growl.

“You are SO fucking infuriating!”

You blow the woman a kiss, which only infuriates her more, the woman stomping her foot before she trudges off.

“Fuck off!” She yells over her shoulder and you scoff.

“You too!”

***

Vlatko rubs the back of his neck watching as you and Alex hurl insults at one another. He’d known about your rivalry, but he wasn’t aware that it went to the extent of actual hatred.

Alex was absolutely fuming as you walked past her, moments after sinking a goal in her team’s net.

“Don’t look so mad Morgan, we both know I’m better than you could ever dream of being.”

Alex stomps passed you, the woman’s shoulder slamming into yours.

You flip around, eyes full of absolute fire.

“Body check me again Morgan, I fucking dare you.” You growl in her face, so much so that your nose brushes hers.

Alex pushes you backwards.

“Nobody tells me what to do on MY FIELD.”

You snicker.

“Your field?” You throw your head back, barking out a laugh, though when you stop laughing you lean towards her, smirking.

“Let’s see how much longer this field is yours, you numpty.”

Alex growls as you walk towards the nearby benches with a confident strut.

“WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN!?”

***

“I don’t get why you hate Y/N so much ANYWAY, she seems nice...”

The second the words leave Emily’s mouth she feels as if she’s about to burst into flames from the absolute fiery glare she’s getting from Alex.

Kelley immediately slips in between Alex and Emily, her hands held up in surrender.

“Jan, please don’t kill Emily, who else will carry on the Frat Daddy legacy!?” The defender asks, pleading for her child’s life.

Alex snarls, stomping away from the two of them, all the while mumbling angrily under her breath.

“Y/N NICE?! How could ANYONE put her and NICE in the same fucking sentence???” She snarls, deciding that some time on the field would clear her mind.

***

Though what Alex DOESN’T expect when she gets to the field is to find you there, the field between you and the goal littered with soccer balls.

Alex ducks down when you turn her way, an aggravated snarl leaving you.

“BLOODY HELL!” You yell, Alex’s eyes widening at the thickness of your accent.

She peeks out from her hiding place, watching as you drop down onto the pitch, sitting in a cross-legged position.

Alex frowns when she sees your face is buried in your hands.

“Fuck that shite.” You sigh as you move to your feet, wiping the sweat from your brow with your bare arm.

Alex isn’t sure what possess her to stay for so long, but nearly an hour later you’re still on field, sinking ball after ball in different angles, it’s when you miss one that you angrily snarl.

“Nothing but a right, cock-up!”

Alex shakes her head, her brows furrowed.

Why were you so hard on yourself after you’d done so well within an hours time?

Alex’s eyes widen when she sees you glance her way your brows furrowed.

“Oi! Is someone there?!” You shout, standing stock still.

When no one replies, you give your head a rapid shake, unaware that Alex is currently sprinting away from the scene.

“Must’ve imagined it.”

***

Alex had seen how hard you were on yourself that day, but that in no way quelled her anger entirely considering you were at each other's throats after the fact.

“You did that on fucking PURPOSE!” Alex growls as she’s helped to the bench, her leg injured from an accidental cleating by yours truly.

You pinch the bridge of your nose as you jog over to the bench.

“I didn’t!” You growl as you drop to your knees in front of her, the forward’s eyes wide and brows furrowed when you gently slip her cleat off her foot, along with her sock, now noticing the hints of blood dotting the fabric.

“Shite.” You mumble, swiping the nearby first aid kit from the team’s doctor.

“Yeah, I don’t like you, but I wouldn’t make you purposely bleed.”

Alex watches in something akin to disbelief when you begin to clean her injury with a delicacy that she hadn’t seen from you in, well, ever.

Your touch sent a jolt from her leg through her entire body, a warmth spreading throughout her from a delicate brush of your fingertips.

Moments after you finished dressing her wound, you glance up at her.

“This doesn’t mean I hate you any less.”

You move to your feet, sending the woman a glare before you head back on field.

“Don’t use your leg as an excuse for the shite way you’re playing, you know it’s just because I’m better than you.” You smirk cockily.

Alex’s eyes narrow.

“Better my ass.”

***

The first person who finds out about you making the USWNT, well, besides yourself, is Alex Morgan, considering you actively sought her out, a cocky smirk on your face.

Alex sighs in annoyance.

“I know you made the fucking team, go away.”

You grin grabbing an apple from the table in front of you and take a bite, the apple crunching loudly.

“I’m right where I’m supposed to be actually. Isn’t this where the USWNT members sit?” You grin, earning an eye roll from the forward.

“Yes, but your seat is over there.” She nods towards the trash and you laugh, sucking a piece of apple down your windpipe, garnering no help from the woman beside you.

“Blimey, let one of the ONLY reasons you’ll be winning any and all major tournaments this year die, real dull mate.”

Alex growls.

“I’m not, ‘dull mate.’” She says, doing her best to mock you and your accent.

Your eyes widen.

“Oh my god, that was rank awful. That actually hurt to hear. My nan is rolling over in her grave right now.”

Alex blows a raspberry at you.

“Real mature love, real mature.”

“Don’t you have someone else to bother?” She growls.

“I’m busy bothering you right now.”

Alex snarls, jumping to her feet and storming off.

“See you later teammate!” You yell, waving over exaggeratedly at her as she marches off.

***

Where your feelings for Alex, at least off the field, were based more off of annoying her until the point of insanity, your feelings for her on the field was a competitive hate, something Alex mirrored, but her hate for you off field?

Well, it was complete unbridled hate.

“Seriously, if you’re going to play like that, then stay off the field, England needs you more than we do.” Alex shakes her head and you smirk.

“You over shot it! Not me!” You shake your head in disbelief.

Alex lets out a mock laugh.

“Maybe you should’ve actually ran faster.”

You throw your head back with a groan.

“If I was in your position, we would’ve scored.”

Alex stomps her foot, the look in her eyes something you’d seen before, but never to this extent.

“You’re not made for the USWNT and you’re NOT made for soccer at a national level, you sucked in college, and you still fucking suck now.”

The field goes silent, everyone turning to look at Alex, their eyes wide.

Meanwhile, Alex’s blue orbs are locked on your face, a face that holds literally no hints of the cockiness it TYPICALLY holds, instead, it holds what she reads, as a hint of sadness.

You clear your throat, your mouth opening and closing a few times before you nod.

“Th-Thanks.”

Alex reaches out to you as you turn your back on her, the woman frowning as you make your way towards the bench, grabbing your things hastily before you head towards the bus.

Alex’s head hangs in shame, the looks of her teammates burning holes in her back.

“Alex-” Megan starts, only to be cut off by the forward moments later.

“I KNOW! OKAY!?” She yells, sending the rest of the USNWT a look.

Her shoulders hunch.

“I know.”

***

The second she steps on the bus you turn away, unwilling to look at the woman as she walks past, though, unfortunately for you, she doesn’t walk past, she instead sits right beside you.

“Are you lost?” You ask, voice rough.

Alex shakes her head.

“No, I’m not.”

You move to your feet.

“Well, if you’re not lost, then I’ll get lost.” You say, frowning when Alex doesn’t move so you can get out of your seat.

“Move Morgan.” You growl angrily.

She shakes her head.

“No can do, Y/L/N.” She shrugs and you growl, about to climb over the seat, but the look on Alex’s face stops you, causing you to flop back down into your seat in annoyance.

“Why are you holding me against my will Morgan?” You huff.

She sighs, rolling her eyes.

“Look, I’m sorry, I took it too far.”

Your eyes narrow, brows furrowing as you lean back, away from the woman.

“There’s no WAY that you’re Alex Morgan, she never apologizes, especially not to ME.” You bark out a laugh and she shakes her head.

“As much as it PAINS me to do so, I shouldn’t have said what I said on field, you do deserve to be on the team, and you don’t suck... That much.” She shrugs, and you can’t help but smile.

You begin chuckling, the woman looking at you in confusion.

“What’s so funny?”

“Yeah, you still suck.”

Alex growls.

“Fuck you Y/N.”

You grin.

“Right back at you love, right back at you.”

***

The lineup for the first match against Portugal was rather surprising, you weren’t expecting to start, not when players like Megan Rapinoe, Tobin Heath and Christen Press were on the team, but you were named to the starting lineup.

You wouldn’t show your surprise to the team, but you’d been sure to ask Vlatko multiple times if the lineup was correct, and he of course, told you repeatedly it was.

You did your best to not look nervous when standing in the tunnel, a number of Portugal’s players were glancing your way worriedly, everyone knew who you were, and everyone knew what you could do.

The crowd cheered as the USWNT and Portugal made their way onto the field, everyone excited to see the new editions to the USWNT and what they had to offer.

You completely blank out the National Anthem, standing stock still your eyes darting around the sold-out crowd.

It isn’t until you’re taking your place on field that you snap back out of it, your eyes unconsciously darting to the woman with a big 13 on her back.

You smirk.

“Show time.”

***

You can feel it, the moment you’re about to make your first goal with the USWNT, your entire body shaking with excitement.

Alex can’t help but smile when you expertly slip the ball passed the Portugal player who’s on you and fire it in on goal, the ball with a bit of a spin on it.

You still, the ball looking like an overshot, but thanks to the spin on it, gravity pulls it downwards, passed the goalkeeper’s fingertips and into the back of the net.

You throw a fist in the air with a massive grin, a grin Alex mirrors when she walks over to you, patting your back, her reaction tame considering Tobin was currently hanging off your back, along with Kelley and Emily.

Alex shrugs.

“Lucky shot.”

You snort.

“Luck had nothing to do with it.”

Alex snorts even louder.

“I mean, I DID assist.”

You roll your eyes.

“Didn’t need your assistance.” You smirk, the forward’s eyes narrowing as she sends you a glare, receiving only a wink in return.

Alex growls.

“Still so infuriating.”

***

By the end of the first half the score is 2-0, and by the end of the game, it’s 4-0, one of those goals being yours, and another belonging to Alex Morgan.

It’s when you’re heading to the bus that you turn to Alex with a smirk.

“Had to copy me, huh Morgan?”

Alex scoffs.

“Copy? You got a goal before me, big deal.”

Tobin shakes her head as she takes a seat beside Christen on the bus.

“Do they argue about everything?” She asks and Christen giggles, watching as you and Alex bicker, though instead of sitting far away from one another, Alex sits right behind you.

“I mean, I guess that’s how they say they’re into each other.”

An incredibly loud laugh makes Christen jump, the woman turning to her bus buddy who is looking at her in shock.

“They literally want each other dead.”

Christen rolls her eyes.

“No, they don’t, they like each other.”

Ali turns around in her seat towards Christen and Tobin.

“I mean, it’s obvious.”

Ashlyn scoffs.

“Obvious that Y/N would poison Alex’s food if she could.”

Kelley, who comes in from out of nowhere snorts.

“Yeah, I mean, they’ve hated each other since college, Jan talks about it all the time.”

Christen and Ali share a glance, the two shaking their heads.

“They’re totally into each other.”

“Oh, I know.”

***

“Wait, there HAS to be a mistake...” You say as Vlatko turns to you, Alex’s eyes wide and filled with absolute horror.

“No, the two of you are rooming together. It seems.” He shrugs, knowing full well that it was he who decided the two of you would room together, and it wouldn’t be a onetime deal either.

The two of you glance at one another, eyes narrowed.

“I get the shower first.” Alex mumbles and you smirk, swiping the key from Vlatko before sprinting to the elevators.

“The FUCK you do!” You yell, Alex sprinting after you.

“Y/N YOU GET BACK HERE!”

Everyone watches as Alex chases after you, their eyes wide.

Tobin turns towards Christen.

“You call THAT being into each other?”

Christen turns towards Ali, the two yet again, shaking their heads.

“Oblivious.”

***

“DON’T USE ALL THE HOT WATER!” Alex yells, smacking the bathroom door and you growl.

The door swings open moments later and you walk out, wearing nothing but a sports bra and a pair of boxers.

“Morgan, we’re in a hotel, that’s impossible.”

Alex watches as you head to your suitcase, riffling through its contents.

She can’t help but stare, the wide expanse of flesh and muscle usually hidden beneath your uniform now on display for her to see.

You turn around, holding a wad of clothes, your brows furrowed.

Alex jumps when you reach out, poking her in the forehead with your index finger.

“Hey!” She growls, slapping at your hand.

“I just wanted to see if you were still alive.”

Alex’s eyes rake down your front, stopping on your very prominent abdominal muscles.

You turn away and step in the bathroom, kicking the door shut behind you.

Alex stands there for a moment before she glances around.

“Yeah.”

***

Alex had TRIED to tell herself that she was in NO way ogling you like a horny frat boy, but when you walked out wearing basically the same thing to sleep in, she knew she was, for a fact, ogling you like a horny frat boy.

She’d made a quick retreat to the bathroom moments after, but she couldn’t avoid you forever.

You meanwhile were completely sprawled out in bed, Nintendo Switch in hand. You briefly wondered if Alex had drowned, but when the bathroom door swung open you sighed.

“I thought you might’ve drowned, I was going to see if you wanted to smash.”

Alex stops mid-stride, dropping her clothes on the floor.

“WHAT!?”

Your brows furrow as you hold your Nintendo Switch up.

“Smash...?”

Alex clears her throat, her cheeks blood red.

“O-O-Oh...”

You snort.

“Christ Morgan.” You shake your head and she rolls her eyes, stomping to her bed.

“What?”

You shrug.

“Get your mind out of the gutter, at least now I know you want in my trousers.” You smirk and she snarls, a pillow flying from her bed and smacking you right in the face.

“Fuck you.”

“SEE!” You grin, throwing the pillow back on her bed.

“I’m going to kill you in your sleep.”

You shake your head.

“Get over here and we’ll smash.” You hold a controller out to her and her eyes narrow.

“Sure, you’re okay with losing?” She asks cockily and you grin.

“Are you?”

Alex scoffs.

“I’d never lose to you.”

“We’ll see about that.”

***

“Why do you look so tired?” Kelley asks Alex the following day and the forward yawns.

“Y/N and I were Smashing.”

Kelley’s brown orbs widen, as do Alex’s the forward punching her friend in the arm.

“Super Smash Brothers you bitch.”

Kelley hums.

“I mean I could see you and Y/N hate fucking each other.” She shrugs and Alex’s cheeks flush bright red.

Alex punches Kelley in the shoulder, the defender groaning.

“Jesus Christ, Jan. You didn’t have to hit me so hard.”

Alex turns her attention towards her breakfast and away from the pouting defender beside her.

Though you were absolutely irritating and Alex thought about killing you a total of 48 times last night, she enjoyed spending time with you.

You yawn as you make your way towards the table, sitting across from Alex.

“You have to get used to losing if we keep smashing every night.”

Suddenly a plate falls to the table, hard, the sound making everyone jump.

Tobin is standing beside you, her eyes wide, Ashlyn meanwhile is smirking as she sits down beside you.

“Who’s smashing?” Megan asks and you roll your eyes.

“Smash Bros.” You shake your head and Megan rolls her eyes exaggeratedly.

“Boring, there’s only one Smash that’s actually interesting.”

Tobin gasps dramatically, her hand on her heart.

“I beg to DIFFER.”

You shake your head, watching with amusement as the two bicker, leading to Ashlyn chiming in.

You glance at Alex.

“You just HAD to tell everyone we Smashed.”

Alex rolls her eyes.

“Of course, I did, because I won.”

You bark out a laugh, shaking your head as you sip your orange juice.

“Like one time, Morgan.”

Alex growls.

“WELL, WE’LL SMASH AGAIN TONIGHT!” She yells, every single one of her teammates turning her way.

Alex clears her throat, rubbing the back of her neck.

“Are we talking about the SAME Smashing?” You smirk and Alex sends you a glare.

“SHUT UP.”

***

Alex rubs her temples angrily.

Playing in the rain had always been a hassle, but playing in the rain against SWEDEN was a nightmare.

Sweden was the USWNT’s rival and the fact that the USWNT were currently down by 2 of COURSE, didn’t sit well with Alex Morgan.

The whistle blows, signaling the end of the first half and Alex sighs in relief, she needed a break, not only for her tired legs, but to quell the irritation inside of her.

Someone bumps into her and she snarls.

“Watch where the FUCK you’re going.” She turns towards, who she now realizes is you, you who looks as equally pissed as she does.

“Listen Morgan, I’m seriously not in the fucking mood, I’m just as mad as you are, so don’t start your shit with me.” You snap, your USWNT teammates stopping to stare at the two of you with wide eyes.

“Fuck you.” She snarls turning to walk away and you sneer.

“Yeah? We’ll fuck you too!” You yell before you follow after her and into the locker room.

“Why are you following me!?” She yells and you scoff.

“WE SHARE A LOCKER ROOM.” You deadpan, flopping down on the nearby bench.

“Well, you can still sit away from me.” Alex gripes and you shake your head.

“I’m not moving Morgan.”

Alex, being purposely annoying sits down behind you, rather closely in fact.

“Well, I’m not either.” She mumbles and you snort.

“Mature Morgan, REALLLL mature.”

***

By the time the game ended the USWNT had a comeback, winning the game 3-2, much to Alex’s elation, as well as your own.

That elation didn’t erase the fact that the two of you had argued during the match, the two of you cold, wet and incredibly angry.

Alex is pulled out of her trance when the bathroom’s door in your and her hotel room swings open, a rush of steam flowing out as you leave the room.

Alex glances away from you, not only because you’re, yet again, barely dressed, but also because she’s ashamed of her behavior earlier that day.

You flop onto your bed without even looking at her, choosing to fall face down against its plush surface.

You remain silent, the air within the room incredibly heavy.

The silence is broken by Alex’s soft whisper.

“I’m sorry I took my frustration out on you.”

You remain silent as you roll over, your hand slipping into your suitcase.

You search blindly until you find what you’re looking for, holding the Nintendo Switch out to Alex.

“Smash?” You ask and Alex smiles.

“Smash.”

Alex flops on the bed beside you, taking the controller she’d used a few nights prior.

You glance at her out of the corner of your eye.

“I’m sorry too.”

Alex’s brows arch, the woman unable to bite back a smile, something that makes you send her a glare.

“Enough of this shite, ready to lose Morgan?”

Alex scoffs.

“I should be asking you that.”

***

You grimace as the body beside you shifts, a pair of arms wrapping tightly around you from behind.

“I’m not the little spoon.” You growl, attempting to wiggle free from the hold you’re in.

“Get over it.”

Your eyes flash open, as do Alex’s the two of you abruptly sitting up when you realize you’d in fact fallen asleep together the night before.

You turn to face her, the two of you looking at one another in absolute horror.

“I was just-

Alex leaps out of bed, the woman making a beeline towards the bathroom the two of you share.

You nod, your cheeks flushed.

“Ye-Yeah.”

You clear your throat, turning away from the bathroom to instead look at the alarm clock beside you.

3:13 AM

You grumble, annoyed at the fact that you’d woken up so early.

If you were honest with yourself, you were also annoyed that Alex wasn’t currently beside you, but you weren’t really in the mood for honesty at the moment.

You flop backwards, rolling towards the center of the bed where it just so happens Alex had been laying moments later, the smell of the woman’s perfume left behind on the sheets.

You attempt to resist temptation, but find yourself failing when you bury your nose into the sweet-smelling fabric, the smell clouding your senses.

The bathroom door creaks open sometime after, the sweet-smelling fabric lulling you to the cusp of sleep, as you fight your eyelids you watch as Alex tiptoes to her bed, the woman glancing over her shoulder at your ‘sleeping’ form with a smile before she makes her way to her own bed.

She falls down onto the cold sheets with a frown, thoughts of what the following day would bring running through her head.

***

Much to everyone’s surprise at practice the following day, neither you nor Alex had been at one another’s throats, in fact, you’d been ignoring each other as if the other had contracted the Black Death.

Even when you slip a ball passed Alex and into goal, you don’t gloat, instead choosing to just jog away as if you hadn’t scored.

“Okay, what the hell was that?” Kelley asks, her eyes narrowed as she stares inquisitively at Alex.

“What?” Alex asks dumbly.

Kelley scoffs.

“THAT, Y/N didn’t even gloat! She didn’t rub in your face that she scored passed you!” Kelley points at you and Alex shrugs.

“Beats me.”

Kelley’s eyes narrow even further as Alex walks away, the defender’s eyes burning holes in her back.

“I WILL FIND OUT WHAT’S GOING ON JAN!” She yells across field, drawing the attention of each and every one of her teammates, including you.

You clear your throat, your cheeks flushing when you realize Alex’s blue orbs are on you.

The two of you abruptly turn away from one another, thoughts of the events that transpired that morning running through your heads.

You clear your throat as you rub the back of your neck, your cheeks flushing further when you think about Alex’s arms around you, and how much you’d liked it.

***

That night was even worse considering the two of you were still rooming together.

Alex refused to look in your direction and you refused to look in hers, making the situation even more awkward.

“Look.” Alex started, causing you to turn her way, when your eyes locked, she fell silent.

“This was easier when you weren’t looking at me.”

Your eyes widen momentarily before you turn away.

“Alright Morgan, go ahead.”

Alex huffs.

“I’m sorry about last night, I didn’t mean to, ummm...”

You chance a glance her way, smirking when you see how flushed her cheeks are.

“What?” Alex asks when she sees the smirk on your face and you shrug.

“Nothing.”

You fish your Nintendo Switch out of your bag and nod towards your bed.

“Let’s go Morgan, or are you too shy to Smash now?” You ask, a brow arched and Alex scoffs.

“Not a chance.”

***

It’s an hour into playing that it happens, though neither you, or Alex realized it was happening until your shoulders brush.

You both stiffen, your eyes widening, though neither of you dare look at the other.

Something else neither of you do though is scoot away from one another, your shoulders still brushing.

You clear your throat, your body untensing as you settle back against the pillow behind you, the feel of Alex’s blue orbs boring into you making goosebumps sprout on your flesh.

“Come on Morgan, head in the game.”

You miss the tiny smile that adorns Alex’s face as she focuses on the screen before you, though what you don’t miss is the brush of her leg against yours.

The inevitable of course happens when you feel Alex’s head rest on your shoulder, the woman fighting her fluttering eyelids.

You glance at the nearly unconscious woman on your shoulder and snort.

“Lay down Morgan.” You smile, the forward grumbling.

“But I don’t want to get up...”

You roll your eyes, taking her controller and laying your Switch on the table between your beds.

You wiggle until your head hits the pillow behind you, which results in Alex’s head falling onto your chest, the forward’s eyes widening.

You remain silent, waiting for her to make the next move, when she cuddles into your side, your cheeks flush, that flush spreading to the tips of your ears.

“Is this, okay?” Alex asks in a hushed whisper and you smile.

“It is.”

***

The two of you sharing a bed becomes a regular thing, so much so that Alex’s bed remains untouched 95% of the time, usually housing your luggage instead of Alex like it should be.

The rivalry you had on the field soon disappeared, something that came as a shock to literally everyone, even Vlatko.

You knew what you felt for Alex wasn’t friendship, it went well beyond that, your hatred for her turned into something you never ever expect, and that was love.

You loved Alex Morgan and there was no going back.

***

You were pissed, absolutely pissed, and how could you not be when no fouls were being called against Canada?

Fouls that were currently being directed at #13, Alex Morgan.

You snarl when yet again, Alex is taken down in the box, but YET AGAIN, the foul isn’t called.

“COME ON!” You yell, stomping towards the downed forward whose hand you take before you pull her to her feet.

“Are you okay?” You ask worriedly as you scan the forward who nods.

“Yeah, I’m okay.” She smiles and you nod.

“She better call the fouls or I swear-

The whistle blows and you growl.

“Nothing but a right bitch that one.” You mumble before jogging away, missing the snort that Alex lets out, the forward shaking her head.

Her cheeks flush from more than exertion when she realizes your anger that’s directed at the ref is because the fouls have been directed solely on her, considering she was the only one being fouled.

And that was about to happen yet again, but this time, Alex wasn’t going to get up.

***

The look on your face was one of pure horror when Alex went down with a cry, the Canadian player’s cleats digging into her skin, soaking her socked ankle with blood.

The whistle blows loudly, the ref finally carding the player who’d fouled Alex with a red card, but that wasn’t good enough for you, not when Alex was currently bleeding.

Alex watches from her place on the ground as you advance on the player in red, landing a right hook that would make any boxer jealous, the woman falling to the ground with a thud.

Time literally stands still, your knuckles throbbing in pain as the player cups her cheek, her eyes wide as she stares up at you in shock.

“OFF THE FIELD! NOW!” The ref yells, the woman producing a red card immediately and holding it high above her head.

“Bugger off, wanker.” You mumble as you make your way towards Alex, who’s currently surrounded by the medical team.

“What the hell did you do that for!?” She growls at you and you frown.

“I-

You glance around, watching as the Canadian player, you were so angry you didn’t know her name, is aided off field, the woman still clasping her cheek.

Your mouth opens and closes a few times, the taste of bile on the back of your tongue.

Deep down, you knew why your reaction had been so visceral, but you couldn’t tell Alex that could you?

So instead, you decided to do the only thing you could do, and that was turn on your heels and sprint towards the nearest exit.

***

Alex frowns as you sprint towards the exit, leaving her and the team behind.

The medical team hoists her to her feet, the woman limping off field, the fans clapping in respect for the USWNT player as the final whistle blows.

The second Alex gets off field though she pulls away from the medical team, choosing instead to limp after you, the forward hoping she wasn’t too late and was able to catch you.

Alex limped down the tunnel and rushed towards the nearest exit, hoping it was the exit you’d went through in your haste to put distance between the two of you.

She rounds the corner, a sigh of relief leaving her when she sees you marching down the sidewalk, away from her.

“Y/N!” She yells, causing you to stop in your tracks.

The dark clouds overhead that had been teasing rain all day had finally opened the proverbial floodgates, the soft sprinkles becoming somewhat of a downpour in literal moments.

Slowly, you turn around to face the forward who’s advancing on you, the woman limping as quickly as she can, closing the distance between the two of you.

You swallow hard, unable to look the woman in the eye as she tries catching your gaze,

“Y/N?! What was that!?” She yells, pointing back at the field and you shake your head.

“What was that!?” She yells again and you swallow hard.

“She was on your ass the entire game Al, and no one was calling the fouls! I had to do something!” You yell over the heavily pouring rain, the nickname slipping unknowingly off your tongue.

“That’s not your job, Y/N.” She frowns and you scoff.

“So, I’m just supposed to watch her hurt you? Watch her make you bleed!?” You cry, the feel of frustrated tears welling up in your eyes.

“Why does it matter so much to you!?” She asks, and you shake your head.

“Because I love you!”

Alex stiffens, as do you, your eyes widening in horror when you realize what you’d just said.

Your mouth opens and closes, the taste of bile on the back of your tongue as you take a step back from the injured USWNT forward.

Alex reaches out for you, her fingertips brushing the back of your hand.

“Y/N...” She whispers, taking a step towards you.

You’re about to take a step back when she grabs your wrist, effectively holding you in place, you weren’t about to jerk away, fearful that you may hurt her.

You swallow hard when she steps even closer, the distance between you closing as her chest brushes your own.

“Say it again.”

You shake your head as you turn away, though when Alex’s fingers intertwine with yours, you turn back towards her, the woman’s blue orbs focused on your hand in hers.

“Say it again...”

You shake your head, a lump forming in your throat.

“Alex-

“Please Y/N.” She whispers as she tucks a strand of hair, that had been stuck to your face, behind your ear.

You blink rapidly, Alex’s fingers tracing your jawline before she cups your cheek.

Your mouth opens and closes a few times before you find your voice.

“I-I...” You stammer, your eyes shutting as you swallow.

“I love you, Alex, and I think I always have I just-

You stiffen, your eyes wide and hands hovering in the air as Alex’s lips meet yours in a tentative, first kiss.

Just as your eyes flutter shut the team rounds the corner, their eyes widening before they turn Christen and Ali, the two smirking as they bump their shoulders together.

“We told you.”

Meanwhile your hands find purchase on Alex’s waist, the woman pulling back only to lean right back in, the brush of her lips sending a jolt throughout your entire body.

A crack of lightning makes the two of you jump, though neither of you pull back, your lips brushing as the two of you smile, toothy grins on full display.

Alex’s forehead rests against yours, her hair stuck to her face thanks to the water entirely soaking the two of you.

The reasonable members of the team usher the chaotics back into the arena, leaving you and Alex alone, the two of you so wrapped up in one another you hadn’t noticed them anyway.

Your tongue swipes at your lips, your Y/E/C orbs focused intently on Alex’s.

“When did you know?” Alex asks, her voice pulling you out of your trance, your cheeks flushing.

“Know what?” You ask dumbly, earning a look that says Alex knows you’re just playing dumb.

You sigh.

“The first time you yelled at me during a match in college.”

Alex’s brows arch.

“It was cute.”

Alex scoffs.

“It wasn’t meant to be cute.”

You shrug.

“Well, it was to me, and I was right smitten.”

Alex’s lips split into a massive grin, the woman leaning in to bump her nose playfully against yours.

“Your nose crinkles up when you’re angry.” She giggles and you bite your bottom lip, your cheeks dusted pink.

Alex tilts her head back, kissing the tip of your nose, your lips splitting into a grin.

“I guess we better get back in there...” Alex sighs and you huff.

“I guess so.”

Alex reluctantly takes a step back before she turns around, the two of you walking back to the door that led back into the arena.

Before Alex can make her way through the tunnel, you grab her wrist, giving her a gentle tug until she’s back in your arms again, your nose brushing hers.

“I never ACTUALLY hated you.” You whisper softly, giving her wrist a squeeze.

Alex smiles, the forward closing the distance between you with a feather light kiss, her lips feeling as if they barely brush your own.

“And I never ACTUALLY hated you either.”

You cup Alex’s cheek, the woman’s blue orbs disappearing behind her fluttering eyelids as she leans into your touch.

It’s in that moment when you spot them out of the corner of your eye, a snort sounding in the back of your throat as you watch your teammates scramble to make themselves scarce.

Alex follows your gaze, the woman rolling her eyes in annoyance when she spots your nosy teammates.

“Idiots.”

You wrap your arms around her from behind, pulling the woman close, your chin resting on her shoulder.

“So, you yell at them, and I watch? I bet it’s even cuter when you’re yelling at someone else.” You grin, grunting when Alex elbows you in the stomach.

“It’s not cute when I’m angry.” She pouts and you grin, shrugging.

“Actually, it’s adorable.”

Alex growls, a furrow forming between her brows as she tries, and fails to scowl at you.

“Still so infuriating.” She grumbles, the woman about to turn away, but before she can you catch her lips, unable to bite back a smile as the two of you kiss.

“I’m so infuriating, but you still smitten, aren’t you love?” You ask and she rolls her eyes, her cheeks flushed red.

She gives your shoulder a playful slap and you snicker.

Looking into the pools of blue that are Alex Morgan’s eyes, you knew coming to the US was the best decision you’d ever made.

You lean in, tilting your head back to press a kiss to her forehead.

“What do you say we go kill our nosy teammates now?” You ask with a grin and Alex takes your hand, intertwining your fingers.

“Lead the way.”

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PREPARE YOURSELF FOR I HAVE MANY

the perils of multi shipping 😞

Hospital AU+Florist AU, InuKag

Inuyasha storms into the hospital flower shop.

"Give me the flowers that smell the absolute strongest."

Kagome, the florist is confused. Usually people wanting fragrant flowers look happy, or sad, not mad.

"We just got some Gardenias in. They're very pungent. Uh" (She knows she shouldn't ask, but she does.) "May I ask why you're so interested in the scent of these?"

"Damn wolf got what he deserved, if you ask me but... my mother will disown me if I don't at least say sorry for breaking his leg."

"So you're buying him spite flowers?"

"Yeah."

"For breaking his leg."

"He started it! Called me a muttface because I scored better than he did on the biology test!"

Kagome knows enough about demon anatomy to understand that this 'wolf' will probably heal quickly. And Kagome knows what muttface means.

She wraps the gardenias and hands them to the distraught dog half-demon.

"Gardenias are for purity and kindness. Maybe they'll serve as an inspiration for you both." She says, causing Inuyasha to pause.

Maybe he is a little bit in the wrong, a little.

He hopes Koga is stuck in the hospital at least one more day, because he wants to come back and see if there are even stinkier flowers. (And not because the florist is the best smelling thing in the shop.)

From the Prompt Mashup Game

#inukag #ficlet #did this work feeny?#prompt game

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maraudersftw · 3 years

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“I made a bet. I lost. It’s as simple as that.” From the prompts 🥰

Finally found some inspiration for this. Thank you for the prompt, I love you! x

Sore Loser

He knows she’s coming before he sees her. This is, undoubtedly, in part, thanks to the magical map in his proud possession and perhaps, also in part due to his uncanny awareness about everything to do with her. She’s the axis he can’t help but rotate around.

Before tonight, he wouldn’t have dared admit to such a sappy, candy-sprinkled thought even inside the safety of his own mind. But before tonight, he’d convinced himself of a lot of other lies as well.

“Well, this is quite the surprise,” her tinkling, happy voice remarks. He looks up, sees red hair and green eyes and glowing pale skin. “How’s the star of the match missing out on his own party?”

“Not missing,” he informs her, taking the effort to pull his hand up and shake the bottle of Firewhiskey dangling from his fingers for her benefit. “Having my very own personal party right here.”

Pink lips coated in clear, shimmery gloss pull up into a smile. “D’you reckon there’s room for another?”

He shrugs. “Be my guest.”

She becomes it, moving closer to the alcove ledge he’s currently perched on. He watches her gazelle-like grace as she twirls, plants two palms on the slab and swiftly lifts herself up near his feet, nary a skirt pleat out of place. Her cheeks are tinged a merry rose, and the carefree brightness of her gaze tugs painfully on his heartstrings.

He looks down and traces the lip of the bottle with his forefinger.

“Why d’you look like someone killed your beloved pet?”

His glare is not nearly as annoyed as he wants it to be. “I don’t. I just didn’t like the crowd in there.”

The smile on her face drops for a second. “Oh. Well, if you want to be alone, I can leave, Potter. Honest.”

“No!” he rushes like an idiot. “I mean, I wasn’t talking about you. If I didn’t want you here, I wouldn’t’ve asked you to stay.”

She seems to accept the answer, a small smirk in place as she snatches the bottle from his relaxed fingers. The protest dies in his throat when he notices her staring at him over the rim, a playful glint in already dangerous eyes.

“You’re too drunk for a Head Girl.”

“And you’re too sulky for a Head Boy,” she throws back at a speed that has him wondering whether she’d had the comeback ready before his actual quip. Lily Evans, always two steps ahead. The tip of her trainer nudges his. “You’ve got awfully long legs. My arse is almost hanging off the edge here.”

He doesn’t think it wise to retort to that and simply scoots over. “Can I have my drink back, please?”

“No,” she says, and then takes a deep swig from the bottle as if to prove her point. He tries not to stare at the way her lips purse around the opening, soft and firm at the same time, and fails stupendously. When she pulls the bottle away, her cheeks glow even redder. “So, are you going to tell me about it? The reason behind such brooding?”

He considers her for a second, and then shrugs. “There’s nothing to tell; I made a bet. I lost. It’s as simple as that.”

“Ah,” she nods, head leaning back against the wall, tongue darting out just the barest amount to lick some residue from the corner of her mouth. He’s almost positive she’s taunting him. “Always knew you were a sore loser.”

Despite himself, amusement bubbles inside. “And you aren’t?”

“I’m certainly worse,” she laughs, and he knows the sound is only so loud because she’s drunk, but the strange pride in his chest seems delusional. “But lucky for us, I’m generally not in the habit of losing.”

“Hmm,” he tilts his head, snatching the bottle back from her loose fingers—“hey!”—and leaning back to mirror her pose. Even in her current state of inebriation, James knows she looks cooler than him. Because she is. “Remind me to never make bets with you then.”

“Well, that would hardly make sense now, would it? How can I win if you don’t lose?”

He wonders the same thing, and often. Between the two of them, she almost always wins, and yet, it feels like the only person he loses against is himself.

“I’m sure you’ll figure something out.”

She lets his non-answer go with just an amused smile, and he’s certain the Firewhiskey is to thank for it. “Who did you bet against?”

“Myself,” he gives her the truth.

She finds this funny, laughing even louder. “Typical of you to sulk over a bet with yourself, Potter. Did you not score enough goals to beat your personal best today?”

“That’s exactly it.”

“You’re mental; you won us, what? Eighty points single-handedly?”

He passes her the bottle again, leaning forward just to have an excuse to see her better. “That’s quite the precise number, Evans. Been keeping an eye on me, have you?”

“That’s exactly it,” she echoes, grinning winningly, “both my eyes.”

His heart has gone absolutely mad. Her gaze on him persists through her next swig, and he waits for her to lower the bottle again. “Let’s go back. It’s very late.”

“Why?” she leans forward too, too close. “Are you scared?”

“Terrified,” he confesses, eyes betraying him by straying to her lips. The way the corners pull up, he knows she knows. “But also, we need to clean up the common room before McGonagall can raise hell come morning.”

“What a day,” she sighs, swinging her legs down and jumping off the ledge with just as much poise as she’d begun with. His head spins at her sudden absence. “James Potter, making me feel like the irresponsible one! I’m most ashamed.”

He watches her brush off invisible dust from her skirt, empty bottle hanging from between her fingers, and smiles. It’s not the worst thing, he supposes, to lose a bet with yourself about getting over Lily Evans. Especially not when she looks over her shoulder at him with that smirk.

“Are you just gonna sit there and stare, Potter?”

He grins, jumps off, and steps towards her. “With both my eyes.”

#asks #claudia writes #claudiawrites #hodgepodge #jily #jily fic #jily drabble #jily canon #james x lily #james potter #lily evans #sore loser #jily fanfiction #harry potter fanfic #jily ficlet #jily flash fic #prompts #dylan is a darling #claudia answers

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cruel summer (Rated E - Chapters: 12/? - Words: 29k+/? - Muggle AU) - INSPIRED BY TAYLOR SWIFT'S "CRUEL SUMMER" Lily and James were childhood best friends. They grew up together, with Lily sneaking in his garden gate and him waiting for her below her window. Lily valued her relationship with James more than anything, but what once was a blissful friendship soon seems to be killing Lily slowly as she catches feelings for the lady charmer himself. She knows he comes with the price of heartbreak, but she quickly realizes that what doesn't kill her makes her want him more. The summer before their last year of high school proves to be like a knife, as she waits for him to cut her to the bone. And while those months with James seemed to be a fever dream of in breakable heaven, it all proved to be one Cruel Summer.

the fear that comes with love (Rated M - Words: 1k+) - A sad tidbit of the fear that comes with the war.

timeline (Rated M - Words: 2k) - A timeline of Lily's years at Hogwarts- her failed relationship with Snape, her growing love for James, and the fear of the war going on outside of Hogwarts.

potions and locked closets (Rated M - Words: 2k+) - Lily begrudgingly agrees to partner with James for their Potions project and somehow they get locked in a closet together.

the curse of the wet dream (Rated E - Words: 900+) - During their seventh year, James has a ~special~ dream about Lily and has to act as if nothing happened.

betty (Rates Teen and Up - Words: 1k+ - Muggle AU) - INSPIRED BY TAYLOR SWIFT’S “BETTY” James and Lily take a break over the summer, he’s going to the coast and she’s staying home. That’s where James has a summer thing with another girl and Lily finds out at the end of the summer. Here, he’s reflecting on what happened and is riddled with regret. He wonders what will happened when he finally sees Lily again.

"well my legs are jello, so i'd have to disagree" (Rated M - Words: 3k+) - During a game of Truth or Dare James is dared to take off Lily's shirt- as seductively as he can.

"you realize that you drive me absolutely mad, right?" (Rated M - Chapters: 2/2 - Words: 2500+) - James and Lily have secretly been hooking up and have to tolerate the rising sexual tension at Slughorn's Christmas party. They then have a good snog in the Head's office:)

"she hated him!" "nah, she didn't" (Rated M - Chapters: 2/2 - Words: 2k) - During Potions, Lily and James have to figure out what potion is in front of them and accidentally expose their feelings when it's Amortentia. Lily then has a freak out in the bathroom and yells at James about how much she "hates" him.

stupid mistletoe (Rated G - Words: 1k+) - Christmas hasn't felt the same at Hogwarts this year, mostly due to the war going on. Despite this, Sirius attempts to be funny by placing mistletoe all over the castle for James and Lily and as they're sharing a tender moment (for the first time ever) while dancing to Christmas Carols, they find themselves under said mistletoe.

irony (Rated Teen and Up - Words: 1k+) - How irony and miscommunication finally scored James a date with Lily Evan

almost caught (Rated M - Words: 1.9k) - James is convinced Ravenclaw is cheating in quidditch and drags Lily to help him snoop through the Prefects office to find out. In an attempt to hid, they find themselves in a wardrobe where tensions rise.

not fair (Rated M - Words: 1.4k) - Lily has another date at Slughorn's party and they both aren't happy about it- so he asks her not to go.

snippets (Rated E - Chapters: 25/?) - Little snippets of James and Lily's last year at Hogwarts

falling from grace (Rated M - Words: 1247) - Some classic sexual tension between James and Lily

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cigarettes (Rated Teen and Up - Words: 900+) - Remus hates cigarettes and he hates how Sirius is while smoking them. Enjoy the tension.

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No Grave ➳ S. Reid

Pairing: Spencer x Reader

Word count: 3k

Warnings: mentions of blood, surgery, a gun wound, quite some angst, Spencer and Reader are next level whipped for each other

Is there truly nothing that can get in-between true love? Spencer and you are forced to find out in the most painful way.

(A/N: I kind of let myself get away with this one, it’s dramatic af lmao. But I listened to Hozier’s Work Song while writing it, so can you really blame me?)

Derek Morgan normally prided himself in having fairly quick reflexes. He had played college football, his rifle scores had always been consistently good, he was able to take down an unsub in less than a minute. But none of that had helped him when a psychotic suspect had shot down his best friend. He had to watch it happen as if it was in slow motion, his voice failing him and not even allowing him to yell out a warning. Spencer had sunken to the floor with a surprised look, blood already beginning to seep through the fabric of his shirt. He coughed weakly and immediately all of Morgan’s attention was on him. Full of worry, he barely even noticed Hotch arriving on the scene and taking down the suspect. “(Y/N).” Spencer spluttered out; his voice hoarse. Now, all of a sudden, everything was happening way too quickly. Morgan frowned in confusion at his friend’s words. “Is that the Unsub’s accomplice? Come on, Reid, stay with me.”, he growled, applying pressure to the gun wound. But he could feel Reid’s body growing limp. “Call (Y/N).” Was the last thing Spencer weakly whispered before passing out.

“It wasn’t your fault.” Emily hummed calmly, placing her arm around Morgan’s shoulders. He took a deep, shaky breath and shook his head. “Then why am I here and he isn’t? Why wasn’t he wearing his goddamn vest?!” He made a move to get up in agitation, but Prentiss pressed down on his shoulder, effectively stopping him. “You know Spencer would have taken it off to negotiate with or without your blessing. And blaming yourself isn’t going to help anyone right now. We’ll know more soon, okay?” He nodded, burying his face in his hands. It had been three hours of surgery already, and it wasn’t looking good for Reid. “Has Garcia found anyone with the name (Y/N) in the unsub’s life yet?” JJ shook her head, watching Morgan and Prentiss with a worried look on her face. “Nothing. Are you sure he said that name?” Morgan was about to snap at her, mad that she dared to criticize his memory at that moment, but then a nurse headed their way. They must have made up an odd group, just a bunch of tired-looking agents draped over various chairs and even the floor. “You’re with Doctor Reid?” This time there was no way for Prentiss to stop Morgan, he jumped up from his seat and towered over the unsuspecting nurse. “Finally, we see someone from your staff! Do you know how long it’s been since we’ve gotten any updates?” The nurse flinched, then regained her composure and straightened up to meet Morgan’s glare head-on. “If you’ve been here for so long already, you probably know that we’re not allowed to give you any information on the patient.” Morgan visibly deflated. “Can you at least tell us if he’s alive?” The nurse sighed, a conflicted look on her face. “Listen, his emergency contact is on its way. Maybe they can tell you more.” With that she disappeared down the hallway, leaving behind a clueless team. “Reid has an emergency contact?” Rossi asked but only got confused faces as an answer. After that, it was back to waiting. Just when Morgan thought he was going to lose his mind; someone came their way again.

You were sure you looked like an absolute mess. You had woken up from a terrible nightmare, and ten minutes later the hospital had called you. Before the staff member had even begun to speak you had already known that something was wrong. Like a madman, you had bolted through your apartment and carelessly gotten dressed. You were sure you had forgotten about half your purse’s usual contents back in your apartment. With some spare clothes and a hot to-go cup of coffee, you had gotten into your car and driven as fast as never before in your life. At some point, you had either switched on autopilot or gone into shock, or maybe even both. It was only in the hospital’s garage that you tuned back in, wondering how you had even gotten there in one piece. Upon seeing your reflection in the elevator up to the ICU you became painfully aware of the fact that you were wearing Spencer’s sweater. And with that, your emotions overcame you, threatened to pull you under like a deathly avalanche. With tears streaming down your face you made your way to the front desk, stating your name as calmly as possible. Your whole body was shaking and after the first whiff of hospital air you threw up into the nearest trash bin. One of the nurses had been so kind as to lead you to a waiting area and explain that Spencer was still in surgery. The people sitting there matched the descriptions of his team members and you weakly smiled at them. “You’re with Spence, right?” One of them jumped up from his seat and nodded, looking at you expectantly. “He’s- They told me he’s still in surgery.” Was all you were able to bring out before you broke down sobbing. A woman with dark hair pulled you into a much-needed hug, and if had you been less worried about your loved one’s wellbeing you would have felt bad about ruining her shirt with your tears. “I’m sorry if it seems insensitive, but I think we all have to ask.” A serious-looking man spoke up once you had slightly calmed down, now sitting next to the kind woman in one of the hospital’s dingy chairs. “Who… are you?” You were still so deep in thought that you hadn’t even heard the question, absently playing with the ring on your left hand. It was a habit Spencer normally called you out on, taking your hand whenever he spotted you doing it. It was also how the team’s glances landed on your ring, their breaths catching in their throats. “I’m Spencer’s wife.” You said with a heavy voice, swallowing down a sob. The team looked like they were about to bombard you with questions, but then a serious-looking nurse made her way over to you. You felt every single muscle in your body tense up. “Doctor Reid is out of Surgery.” For a moment you felt as if you were floating, ready for more good news, but upon seeing the expression on her face you could swear your heart stopped for a moment. “Would you please come with me?” You nodded and got up, your legs feeling like jelly. The nurse led you to the front of a hospital room. “You can go in and see him now, but I have to warn you. Your husband suffered a gunshot to his heart, and although the surgery has been successful, he’s still in a critical condition. He’ll only be somewhat safe once he makes it through the night.” You nodded, and without stopping to think for a moment you stepped into the room. If your heart hadn’t been broken before by the mere prospect of never looking into Spencer’s beautiful eyes again, it would have surely shattered into pieces now. Seeing his lifeless body on the hospital bed filled you with an indescribable ache like someone was physically trying to claw their way through your chest on the search for your now cold heart. The hot tears on your cheeks were the last reminder of warmth in your body, and you quietly whimpered. You sank into the chair next to his bed and felt yourself completely break, burying your head in the hard mattress. The eerie beeping of the heart monitor and the sound of the oxygen tank posed the soundtrack of your demise and for a while, you completely lost all track of time. You had known that his work was dangerous, and you had always been somewhat prepared for something bad to happen one day. You set up as his emergency contact was proof of that, of a partnership whose very essence it was to constantly fear losing each other. But nothing could have ever prepared you for this, sitting next to his pale form and feeling like you had been shot just as bad as him. It didn’t quite want to fit into your head, that this could be it. This could be the last breaths you would ever witness him take and it made you want to scream in pain. If everything had gone according to you, your life with Spencer had been nowhere near to being over. Hell, it had only just started. You gripped his hand, more to anchor yourself than anything. “Spence, baby. Do you remember the day we got married?”, you whispered in a last fit of broken hope. Maybe talking to him would bring him back to the land of the living, bring him back to you. Your wedding had been such a spontaneous decision, and yet, somehow, it had been the best day of your life. You had been speaking about the concept of marriage over breakfast, how commercialised weddings had become over the years, and then suddenly he had looked at you over the rim of his coffee mug and asked you if you wanted to get married today. There hadn’t even been any nervousness in his voice, he had been so certain that this was the way for you two to go. You had laughed at first, asked him if he was crazy, to which he had just retorted that he was crazy about you. “Nothing is going to change anyway. I’m yours and you’re mine for the rest of our lives, right? Might as well save some taxes while being together.” His words had been so profound that you hadn’t even had the chance to say no. So, that day, you in your prettiest sundress and Spencer in his best suit, the two of you had gotten rings from the jeweller around the corner and then driven to the courthouse where you had signed your lives away to each other. Now, sitting next to him in the glum hospital room, all of that seemed like a far-off memory. A sunlit moment of joy in a now so dull seeming world. “Your life is mine, and my life is yours, remember?” You whispered with an aching soul. “My life is going to end with yours and I’m not ready for that yet, okay?” Your voice broke. “I’m not ready to say goodbye to you yet.” You started sobbing again, and at this point, you were surprised you even still had tears in your body left to cry. All night long you weren’t able to get a minute of sleep, your gaze continuously fixed on the rise of his chest. If he was going to stop breathing, you had to be there. A doctor came by to check on Spencer in the early morning hours, looking somewhat hopeful. “He’s made it through the night, that’s good. Your husband is a fighter, Mrs Reid.” You almost hugged the poor guy, so grateful to finally have received good news again. “He should be waking up slowly, once he’s awake we can transfer him to a regular care room.” You nodded and looked back to Spencer, hooked up on various machines and tubes. The shadows under his eyes were dark, and although you wanted nothing more than to see his face full of life again you wished he would just take his time waking up. Normally you always had to force him to go to sleep. The team had been a huge help in keeping you sane, all of them had been camping out in the waiting area, waiting for any kind of news. Of course, you had wished to meet them under different circumstances, but nothing to bring you together like your husband almost dying, right?

Spencer woke up around noon. At first, you hadn’t even noticed it, but then his hand had twitched next to yours and your brain had immediately switched back into hyper-focus. He scrunched up his face, and then with the faintest morning voice ever he mumbled out a quiet “Ow.”. You started laughing and crying at the same time, pressing kisses all over his hand. “Why does my chest hurt?” He grumbled; his eyes still closed. “You were shot in the heart, honey.”, you reminded him, your voice almost matching his. It was then that he opened his eyes and you felt your breath hitch in your throat. You were never again going to forget how beautiful they looked. He weakly gripped your hand in his, his expression still more confused than anything else. “Is that why everything hurts?” You laughed and nodded, leaning your forehead against your joined hands. “I’ll go get the doctor in a minute. But do you even know how much you scared me?” Spencer lifted your chin and looked at you with nothing but adoration in his eyes. “How does that song you like so much go again? No grave can hold my body down, I’ll crawl home to her? You’re not getting rid of me that easily my love.” You breathed out in relief, leaning into his touch. “I love you so much, Spencer.” For a whole moment you got lost in his eyes, and it was there you knew that you were never going to take another moment with him by your side for granted. You were going to hoard them like a greedy madman and hold onto them until age or death would have to pry them from your hands. But then life picked up its normal speed again, doctors came swarming into the room to check on Spencer and you were filled with nothing but gratefulness to the universe for giving you more time with him, more time to make memories for your collection.

With a smile on your face, you watched the team spill into the room, all of them looking more than happy to see your husband alive. It had been two days since the surgery, and the nurses had only now given Spencer the clear for visitors again. Morgan sat down across from you, punching Spencer in the shoulder as gently as possible. “That’s for almost dying on me, and for not telling us that you’re married! We could have notified her much sooner, man.” Spencer had half a heart to look guilty, distracting himself by playing with your wedding ring. “You guys know how dangerously close Unsubs sometimes get to us. (Y/N) is all I have; I couldn’t risk her ever getting hurt. It’s got nothing to do with you, I promise.” Emily crossed her arms, looking down on Spencer in feigned anger. “Well, that’s good because we really happen to like your wife. She forced us all to sleep while she was waiting for you to make it through the night.” Spencer’s eyes met yours and you basked in the warmth flowing through you. He already had a cheeky grin on his tired face again. “Why does that sound so familiar?” You chuckled and rolled your eyes, gripping his hand even tighter. There was no way in hell you were going to remove yourself from his side during the next few weeks. After a few days he was cleared to return home, and you couldn’t wait to have your home feel like just that again. Home just wasn’t the same without him.

“Sir, you have absolutely no business still looking this good after getting shot in the heart.” Spencer laughed in surprise, shoving his wet hair out of his face. He had taken his first shower by himself today, finally able to fully move his arms again without ripping the stitches open. “Honey, I haven’t worn anything but hoodies and sweatshirts since getting back from the hospital.” You could see the familiar blush on his cheeks he got whenever you complimented him, and it filled your chest with warm honey to see him like that again. “Still. Being alive suits you.” He rolled his eyes but smiled nonetheless, getting into bed and patting the empty spot beside him. “I know it’s early, but come sleep with me?” His painkillers made him constantly tired, but you’d prefer a sleepy cuddly Spencer over a Spencer in pain any day. “Like you even have to ask.” You giggled, turning off the lights and cuddling up next to him. “I know it’s a weird question.” You spoke into the darkness after listening to your husband’s calm breathing for a while. “But when you were on the other side… did you see anything?” You could feel his chest vibrate with a half-hearted chuckle next to you. “Go to sleep, (Y/N).” You shook your head and further curled up into his size. “I’m gonna need to hear you breathing for at least thirty minutes more before I’m able to fall asleep.” He took a deep breath and started drawing circles on your skin through the fabric of the ratty old MIT t-shirt of his that you always slept in. “It was just… lonely. And cold. So cold. For some reason, I knew you weren’t there. So I decided not to stay.” You tried to wipe away the tear that had snuck down your cheek as discreetly as possible. You had expected many answers, but nothing quite like this. “God, I love you.” You whispered with a trembling voice. Spencer turned to fully face you and caressed the side of your face. “I love you too. More than you can even imagine. But you should sleep now. I’ll still be here tomorrow, I promise. I’m never letting go of you again.” You nodded and snuggled into your pillow, a hand on Spencer’s chest. “Are you… checking for my heartbeat?” Eyes already closed, you giggled. “Shhh. I’m not letting go of you again, either.” With that, the two of you fell asleep. Spencer hadn’t lied to you. He was still there the next morning, and every morning after that as well for many more years. No matter how dangerous life became, he was always going to crawl back to you and you to him. No graves could hold your bodies down.

#requested #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid #spencer x reader #mgg #Matthew gray gubler #Matthew gray gubler x reader #BAU #BAU Team #BAU x Reader #derek morgan #criminal minds #criminal minds oneshot #hozier

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Hey im kinda late, but... Do you mind writing snowball fight with reader + rfa + V and saeran? If that's too much to ask, then its okay love! Oh, its kinda late but merry holiday, or christmas if you celebrate it! May your holidays be blessed and filled with only happiness and love 😽😽. Here, take all your loves you deserve!

AAAAA this is so kind of you, thank so much and a happy holidays to you too!! <3 You’re always so lovely to me! I’m sorry that I’m posting this on Boxing Day, but I hope it’s still okay for you!

RFA and Reader Snowball Fight Headcanons

Yoosung Kim Snowball Fight Headcanons

You would have been visiting Yoosung at his university over Christmas, it has already started to heavily snow whilst you were on your way so by the time you actually got there, the snow had fallen to several inches.

Yoosung was so excited about the snow, it reminds him of when he was young and would make snowmen in the garden with his Rika and his sister. He’d look a little crestfallen thinking about it, and you offered to build a snowman outside on campus with him.

The two of you built the snowman together, dressing it in a scarf and sending silly pictures of the three of you to the RFA chat. It was then, as Yoosung was trying to take his own selfie with it, that you launched a snowball right into the back of his head and he caught it on camera.

He feels so betrayed, pouting as he looked at you with big puppy eyes.

He won’t retaliate until you laugh and begin scrambling to craft another snowball, at which point Yoosung with try to hide behind the snowman as a shield. He has to fight back, his time on LOLOL has trained him for this.

He throws a few snowballs out from behind the snowman, and then gets hit with one in the face when he peeks around to see if any made contact with you.

He’s laughing and having fun as you throw the snow, and it continues for a few minutes until you’ve tired yourselves out and return to his dorm for a hot shower and warm hot chocolate.

Zen/Hyun Ryu Snowball Fight Headcanons

The two of you would be on a winter date in the park. Zen was marvelling at how the pure white snow compliments his air, and makes the red of his eyes stand out against the crisp background and how th- Bam. You hit him on the side of the head with a snowball, instantly silencing his handsome spiel.

‘Jagiya! How could you do that to m-’ Bam, another one hitting him in the shoulder. He watched as you giggled, scrambling to gather enough snow for another attack and his heart just melted, he can’t stay mad at you. But, he also can’t lose: his ego would not allow it.

He grabs a fistful of snow and starts chasing you through the thick snow, his trousers are getting a little wet but he doesn’t mind, you’re having fun. You turn back mid-run to throw another snowball at him, but miss. Zen takes this opportunity to throw his own snowball at you, hitting you on the ass and earning a smirk from him.

You try to throw more, but Zen runs for fun, there’s no way that you could overtake him. You manage to get a few more snowballs thrown in his general direction but the majority of them miss and you somehow strumble and fall backwards into the snow as he got close.

Zen tried to stop himself falling, he really did, but the snow was heavy on his feet and he ended up falling on top of you, caging your body with his own.

After the initial moment of distress, he couldn’t help but think how beautiful you looked with the snowflakes falling into your hair and on your eyelashes. He leaned in and planted a kiss onto the corner of your mouth, his lips slightly cold from the weather.

The two of you smiled, and then you scooped up a handful of loose snow and threw the dusting into his face.

Jaehee Kang Snowball Fight Headcanons

You were hard-pushed to get Jaehee to go out in the cold weather, she was too busy and didn’t particularly fancy getting her clothes wet. After enough pleading, she finally relented and agreed to make a snowman with you as long as it didn’t take too long.

The two of you made a small snowman together, and gave it a small ponytail. You sent a picture of it to the RFA chat with the simple caption ‘Snowzen’.

She would be getting ready to go back inside to make coffee when you hit her in the back of her shoulder with a snowball.

After a brief moment of disbelief followed by a sigh, Jaehee would wait until you weren’t looking to quickly grab some snow and throw it at you. Obviously, she missed.

But that still instigated a war. You grinned.

You both started gathering snow and throwing it at one another: yours in attack, Jaehee’s in defense. It wasn’t often that she got to loosen up, so you were happy to see her laughing on this rare occasion.

Snowzen got beheaded in the fight.

Saeyoung Choi in a snowball fight Headcanons

Firstly, it’s not a snowball fight, it’s war.

Seven would have been working into the early hours of the morning when he realised it was snowing and had an absolutely awful idea for a prank.

He went out into his garden, calmly grabbed a fistful of snow, took his time on his way back inside to smooth it into a perfectly spherical ball, prayed, and then launched it into your sleeping face from across the room and fucking bolted.

He knew he was a deadman. You sent in a text demanding that he meet you outside in twenty minutes to settle the score like men.

Once the smug bastard comes out, you immediately throw a snowball into his face but he ducked, so your snowball missed the target. You forgot he had physical training from the agency and realised this was going to be a lot more difficult than you originally thought.

You weren’t even sure how he manages to make so many snowballs in such a small amount of time but in the time it takes it you to craft three, he’s got twice as many done and he’s beginning to propel them at you.

There were about twenty minutes of all-out warfare, with Seven doing dramatic leaps behind bushes and rolls to escape your attacks, all whilst managing to hit you with practically every snowball he threw.

You were so happy to see him having such fun, knowing that he never got to do this as a child.

It was safe to say he won the snowball fight, and had to give you pouty kisses afterwards to make up for his prank.

Jumin Han Snowball Fight Headcanons

Jumin had never been in a snowball fight before and isn’t entirely sure what he’s supposed to be doing, so he sends you a wary look when you threw a snowball at him, hitting him in the chest. He had come outside onto the rooftop terrace to admire the scenic snow on the city with you, and you assault him? He is offended.

‘____, what are you doing? You’re going to get my suit wet an-’ You threw another one into his leg followed up with the sweetest, most innocent look you could muster. He sighed. He resigned himself to humouring you, since it would clearly make you happy and he was always one to indulge you.

You explained to him what he was supposed to do and he asked for a practice shot, which you were unwilling to give him.

Jumin’s aim was absolutely terrible and he mentions making a note to practice such things as this imperfection should be ironed out and- you threw another one at him. He smirked and gave you a look, before attempting to throw more of the snowballs he had delicately crafted at you and even managed to hit a few on your thighs and stomach.

Despite not particularly caring for such activities himself, he enjoyed seeing this playful side of you, even if it was a bit cheeky.

Jihyun Kim/V Snowball Fight Headcanons

The two of you would be out early in the morning so V could take pictures of the sunrise hitting the untouched snow, reflecting the beautiful colours of the scenery.

V also decided that he wanted some pictures of you in the same setting, with your long flowing dressing gown settled softly atop the snow. Of course, you indulged him.

After a few minutes of him taking your picture, you noticed he had smiled and was satisfied with his images for today. He turned to put his camera down on the table and take a sip of his coffee when something cold and wet exploded on the back of his head. It was a snowball.

It’s a little difficult for him to imagine himself in a snowball fight since he can’t see brilliantly and he feels like his aim will be off, but he’s more than willing to try since you wanted to play.

You run over to help him down the steps and into the large garden before you retreated back to your original position. You kept it fair though and stayed in his field of vision.

V wasn’t usually one to let off steam in such a way, so he seemed a little tense at first and didn’t throw the snowballs too hard in fear of accidentally hurting you. He missed more than he landed, so you were definitely winning the snowball fight.

He didn’t mind though, he was far more invested in the sight he saw before him: the adorning smile on your face, the red flush of your cheeks from the cold, snowflakes clinging to your hair and your dressing gown flowing against the breeze behind you as you ran. He could never capture such beauty if he tried.

Saeran Choi Snowball Fight Headcanons

Saeran doesn’t really enjoy the cold weather, it chills him straight to the bones so he either needs to wrap up in a bundle of layers otherwise he can’t stay out in it for very long.

However, the boy must go and buy his ice-cream from the convenience store since his ‘idiot brother’ ate the last of it without ordering more. You offered to go for him, since you were worried about him slipping and hurting himself, but he didn’t know which flavour he wanted, so you decided to accompany him instead.

The both of you were almost back at Seven’s when you got the idea to start a snowball fight, so you suddenly grabbed some snow and threw it at Saeran, hitting him in the shoulder.

He turned around and was both confused and annoyed, demanding to know why you hit him. You were also confused at his annoyance, but it quickly dawned on you that he didn’t know what a snowball fight was. He’d never had the chance to do it. He was never allowed out when he was a child and even if he had, he would have been too sickly to go out playing in the snow anyway.

You explained it to him and his expression softened when he realised it was a playful activity, and that he should try making up for the lost time. Saeran awkwardly knelt down, collected some snow and stiffly threw it back at you in the hip. He seemed nervous to make sure he was doing it correctly and looked at you for affirmation. You smiled and laughed, encouraging him to do it again as you collected more snow.

It was a very small, soft start for him.

Bonus: When the two of you got back to Seven’s house, his brother came to the door to plead Saeran’s forgiveness and asked if you got him any snacks from the shop, and was immediately met with a snowball to the face from Saeran.

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