Hi! how do you think Joker would feel if reader was a runner? I’m not quite there yet but I hope to run a marathon at some point, so I end up having to spend a lot of time running. Which I don’t mind... but I get up before the sun rises and immediately go out to get my run in. Which I feel like J couldn't handle if he slept at the readers apartment that night. And I wonder if he'd be worried about reader being outside alone for long periods of time. I feel like races would be lonely for reader since he obviously couldn't just show up and cheer her on </3. And on a more personal note- I also wonder if he'd or if he'd notice the absurd amount of race t shirts i have 😂. And this is kind of a stupid thing I do, but sometimes I run when I’m sick. Even If have the flu or something I will still try to run it off, which I figure he wouldn’t approve of reader doing. And I’m very injury prone (very). So he might notice notice my slight Advil addiction lol
Sorry for the Kind of random a request. Maybe not a lot to write about, but I feel like I’ve never seen a story/headcannon about a reader who runs 🤔? I had this thought because the running shoes I like are soo expensive (especially when you have to buy them regularly 😵) and I thought of a scenario where he steals reader some shoes in bulk 😅. Anywho you don’t have to write all or any of this if you don’t care (this is basically a self insert of myself so change what you want) , I’m kinda rambling so this may not make any sense. And I love your stories btw 🩷
Hey hi anon!!!!! 🖤✨
You weren’t rambling love, I understood everything you said! AINT NOTHING WRONG WITH A SELF INSERT its why I'm here lol 🤭 thank you for sharing those tiny details, I shall follow them to the letter! Ah! Thank you for reading too!
Disclosure: I am not a runner and I have no idea about this topic so forgive me if anything is inaccurate. Did I drop what I was doing to fill this head canon? YES you're worth it! Representation matters so don’t hesitate to be self indulgent!
I hope you enjoy beloved! Keep runnin'! 🏃🏾♀️💨
With the clash of schedules-- Joker usually arrives at your apartment when you're stepping out for your morning run.
You pass right by him and he's bewildered on where you're going this early in the day. The sun hasn't even risen yet and why aren't ya wearing anything?!?!!
Your sports bra and jogger pants makes him seethe in anger. You look too sexy to be leaving the building all alone!!
This poses a huge safety risk in Joker's mind because Gotham City is never safe but he knows (from experience) that this is the worst time to be out, alone!
Why. Are. You. Out. Running. In. The. Dark? Looking like a defenseless snack? 👀
He flips out when you come back all sweaty yet energized. Whatever that means.... you still look hot. An easy target for sure.
He yells at you for putting yourself in danger until you explain that you're been training for the past few months and nothing has happened. How is it he’s just now noticing?
Then you sheepishly explain the odd hours that you run. Mornings and/or nights with no protection whatsoever and Joker.exe stops working.
Joker takes no chances and assigns your security team to follow your training/run route effectively immediately. And as for your skimpy running attire? Girl.
You thought you owned enough race shirts. HA!
Joker buys steals you modest running outfits but they do little to conceal your peaches (wink) or your killer legs, much to his dismay.
You can wear a trash bag and still look sexy. He begrudgingly allows you to wear your tight outfits because they’re practical.
He stares you down anytime you do a warmup stretch before a run. Oh he'll stretch you out real good.... AHEM! Uh moving on..
Joker most definitely notices your hoard of running shoes. Just how many do you need and why are they so expensive?
You explain that they wear down so quickly by running so you constantly need a new pair.
Joker takes it upon himself (being the supportive partner that he is) to buy steal the entire store's supply of shoes in your size!
Imagine coming home to a mountain of shoe boxes and Joker's head poking around the corner. 😃 He's so proud of himself but you feel the oncoming headache.
He's expressing his love through illegal, over the top gestures.... again. You love this idiot.
And speaking of grand gestures, since J can't attend your races— at least not publicly, he has become rather creative in showing his support.
He bribes threatens people to cheer you on in his place or sets up unauthorized checkpoints along the route with banners, balloons, etc. with messages like ‘GO Y/N!’ or ‘Run faster, Bunny!’
It’s so embarrassing when the marathon speakers are hacked and the song, 'Track Star' by Mooski plays because Joker does not know the true meaning behind the lyrics! He just hears, 'she's a runner, she's a track star' and thinks it’s a compliment.
You almost forfeited the race when the urge to hide in shame hit you. The clown dedicated the song to you! Joker means well but this ain't it.
The fireworks he rigged to go off when you won the race however were a sweet touch.
Little did you know— if you weren't expected to win, Joker had laughing gas on standby to poison the other runners so you could gain the lead as they fell behind laughing to death...
His Bunny will win, no matter what. #SupportiveCrazyBF
Joker does not predict you sabotaging your own chances by running while sick.
He doesn't understand your logic of ‘running your flu off.’ It doesn’t make any sense so he’s troubleshooting a plan to help you.
How did you sneak out!?! You should be at home, getting rest and fluids yet you’re knocking back Advil and pressing on like everything is fine.
Let's just say Joker is more than furious with you love.
You knew Joker would eventually find out where you were. You shook off your security detail the moment he left and made it to the check in booth for the marathon while still under the weather.
It was just a seasonal flu. No biggie!
Joker was acting like a mother hen thinking you shouldn't lift a finger while sick and he even dressed up like a nurse to further prove just how serious he was about your health. He ordered you to stay in bed and rest— not sneaking out to attend a race. You knew he would be furious but what could he do once you started the competition?
They didn’t perform wellness checks so after everyone got into place and the starter gun went off, the race began.
It was Joker’s fault that he left his patient unattended. The race would only take a few hours and you would be back long before Joker returned from who knows what.
In hindsight, you didn't expect J and his goons to storm the pavilion where the registration booth and spectator zone were set up.
People were none the wiser when multiple vans pulled up, got out, and blended into the crowd. Only when Joker’s goons yielding guns and other weapons started wreaking havoc halfway into the race did things get crazy.
In the midst of the chaos, Joker casually walked up to your upcoming mile marker and waited for you to run by.
He'd only seen you run a handful of times but his keen eye instantly noticed you were more sluggish and less enthusiastic today. You were just going through the motions and looked ready to pass out.
No doubt because his Light was hardheaded and ran a marathon with a flu.
Good thing Joker was good at handling brats. He had no problem plucking you from thin air and hauling you (kicking and screaming) into his van. He hit the wall and it sped off back to your apartment in record time.
If you weren't sick maybe you would've had the energy to fight back more but Joker was able to swat your punches to his face away like a fly.
"J?! What the.. What is your problem!!?! You just ruined a charity race!" You coughed into your elbow as Joker watched in silence.
His face was unreadable and the both of you just swayed with the van's motion as it barreled through Gotham traffic.
Not a peep from your lover. This wasn't good. You were, in essence, in the principal's office. Joker went out of his way to snatch you— in broad daylight— from a public event and he had nothing to say. His intense gaze spoke volumes.
You immediately backtracked to save your skin.
"That wig looks great on you, J. It uh.. *cough* ahem, accentuates your features." You said weakly.
"Don't play with me, Y/n."
Oh. Government name. You f__ked up.
Joker ripped off his ginger wig and fluffed out his own hair underneath. It was a scare tactic, one that was working very well. He was prolonging the inevitable and you knew he was holding back the full severity of his anger.
Finally he licked his lips and spoke. "You wanna know whhhhhhhy it’s a bad idea to, run, while you’re sick hmm? Let’s see.. Respiratory problems, dizzy spells— tch, your accident prone a** can trip on thin air and crack ya head open. Do I need ta go on?"
He waved his hands at you until you shook your head meekly.
"Good! Now... if my Bunny had listeneddd to me.. and stayed in bed, your uhhh charity marathon? Wouldn't have been sabotaged. What's that saying of yours? Play stupid games, win stupid prizessss."
You turned your head in embarrassment but Joker reached over to turn it back towards him. Gone was his stern gaze and replaced with a much more softer expression.
"Think of it this way, Bunny. I came and supported my girl at her uh race." Joker cracked up laughing.
How he reacts when you don't come back from the Maze...
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Maze Runner Masterlist
Newt Headcannon Masterlist
Request: No
Warnings: angsty & sad Newt, mentions of injuries, fluff, fluff, fluff!!
(y/n) - your name
(y/n/n) your nickname
(Y/n) and Newt had the same routine every day.
It consisted of getting up, eating breakfast together, and kissing goodbye before she went into the Maze for the day.
He'd always wait for her at the Maze door every evening
Today was nothing out of the ordinary.
After breakfast, the two of them parted with a few sweet words and a kiss.
Pulling her close, he'd whisper, "Be careful, love. See you later."
"When am I not? Love you, too, Newt.
Then she was off, running into the Maze.
Newt worked in the garden until (y/n) was supposed to come back from the maze.
When Thomas & Minho exit the maze, he bombards them with questions.
"Where's (y/n)? When was the last time you saw her?"
They had no idea, and Newt was sick with worry.
He tried to run into the Maze but was easily held back by multiple other Gladers.
Thomas offered to go back in and find her but Alby immediately shot down the idea.
"One dead runner is better than two."
This made Newt furious to the point he almost lunged towards him.
They all waited for her until the doors closed, but when they finally did, Newt felt as if his heart was crushed.
Even though he knew the odds of being stuck in the maze were not good, he never gave up hope that she'd come back.
Refusing to eat or leave the dirt in front of the door, he slept on grass, trying to keep his mind from wondering what prevented you from making it to the doors.
Chuck brought him food, but he didn't eat it.
Being the sweetheart he was, Chuck sat down next to the distraught boy.
"She'd want you to move on. (Y/n) loved you, ya know? Gally said th-"
"Stop talking like she's gone, Chuck! Until I see her body, she's still alive, alright?"
Poor Newt's voice cracks at the end, making Chuck leave him to be alone again.
By the next morning, there was a crowd that had gathered outside the doors, awaiting their opening.
Newt was filled with anticipation as the rumbling of stone started.
When they were fully opened, they saw no one there, so all of them but Newt left to start their day, albeit sadly.
With his head in his hands, Newt slumps to the ground, eyes filling with unshed tears until he hears something.
It was a pained whimper; barely audible, but there.
"Newt?"
Looking up, he sees her limping down the small corridor towards the Glade.
He runs to her, enveloping her in a tight hug, whispering, "I thought I lost you, (y/n/n)."
He quickly got her to the medjack hut where she was getting her broken ankle looked at by Jeff.
She told him the story of how she fell and then hid from the Grievers during the night.
From then on, he vowed to never take her presence for granted.
geto suguru | motivation
nsfw. spicy and wordy, minors do not interact. i'm a novice runner and know nothing about fencing but it suits suguru 💯
"breathe babe." his wonderful, sultry voice does nothing to ease the pressure of his hand focused on their mission. help massage and move the lactic acid building in your legs.
it's the side effect of being a runner. it's always painful, hence you tend to skip the massages offered by your trainers and foam roll your muscles (stopping before it hurts too much.)
but not under suguru geto's watch. he knows you have a big run tomorrow, a super duper, medal earning run. he's seen your dedication to the sport and is always amazed at the sheer discipline you have.
as a fellow athelete, he admires it. his sport, fencing, requires a different kind of focus but the little times he's jogged a 5k or 10k behind you really puts running into perspective. he remembers the soreness and ache. he's not going to let you run on achey muscles.
he moves down to your calves, gets a tense exhale and he knows you're going to protest. "we can do streteching in-ah, instead. dy-dynamic st-fuck that hurts." he barely hums before pulling your legs closer.
it moves your shorts higher, exposing the flesh of your bum, he makes a mental note to massage there last. the glutes and hips are vital to easy running and overall movement afterall.
he moves towards your achielles, aware this is a pretty sensitive spot for you and the shudder you realease is sinful.
he's not going to stop, he's found the knots, he's going to diligently knead them away. going to make sure you feel good, your legs feel strong. he won't be distracted by your noises.
it goes on for too long, the pain is less, but suguru's hands are warm. the constant movement and gentle praising is getting to you.
"you're so dedicated."
"almost done, you're being so good for me."
"taking it so sweetly."
" you're so amazing."
"such a disciplined athelete."
"how lucky am i?"
"i get to call you mine."
he's hands are slower, gentler. slowly his movement moves up, pulls you closer into his lap. your shorts bunching uncomfortably, it's a flimsy piece of fabric. leaving noting to imagination but it feels soft.
sugur's hands are now pushing into the space where your hamstrings meet your glutes. teasing the flesh, pulling and pushing with his thumbs.
"su...suguru." you huff, turning to catch his eyes and he's got a hand on your neck, pulling you up, straddling his lap, soft kisses to your lips and jaw.
the position hurts a little, your quads are still tight but you don't want him to know, don't want him massaging, want him to touch you instead.
"you said you'd make me feel good." you pout, he tries to steal more kisses. vaguely aware he needs to be at practice soon and you are not going to run a raise with bruised hips and his hand prints peaking under your run shorts. those are for his eyes only.
"i'm not done yet." hands on your hips moving to grab at your round flesh, gives your ass a really tight squeeze. "lie down for me yeah?"
trying to change suguru geto's mind is near impossible and you'd rather kiss him silly then hear another lecture about proper post-running routine. gosh, he sounds like a runner with all the research he's done on your sport.
a smile slips your lips as your stomach meets the pillow suguru has placed for you, and if you stretch your arms and it happens to push your hips and butt higher well, that's just you stretching. also part of a good post-run routine.
he gives you a small tsk before pushing your hips flat to the bed. straddles your legs and lets his hands start massaging your lower back, his thumbs move as a team up and down one side of your bum and then the next. your glutes are really tight and you relax into the movement. it feels nice.
when suguru notices your breathing slow and your muscles with less tension, he starts to move his thumbs under your shorts.
the fabric is mostly bunched into your crease anyways, if he's pulling it higher it's just so it fits better. he needs to massage closer to your lovely leaking opening as it is.
and if you moan at the tension, moan at the pull it's not your fault. he's so controlled, working you up so nicely, it's not your fault at all. you his lips on your lower back. then his tongue followed by his teeth and his voice is so deep when he asks, "ready? still want me to make you feel good?"
your nodidng is useless because he wants to hear your words. no point in swaying your hips, he holds them still. "suguru, please. you promised."
"such a pretty pretty thing." he lifts your hips up, pulls the shorts down, spreads your cheecks, thumbs dangerously pushing where you want him the most.
"l..like this suguru? is...this okay?" this angle is new, suddenly feeling shy you want to see him, need assurance.
you feel his entire body lie on top of you, the pressure welcome, you feel a certain bulge near your hips, so he is affectd too. he moves to the side of your body, his focus is on your reassurance, this is about you. he kisses the nape of your neck, a hand turns your face to his, lips on your cheeks and he's looking at you with so much adoration.
"we can stop and change if you want."
"you want to try this?" he nodds, " "promise. it'll feel really good." and he's so patient, waits for your decision, doesn't push or pull. hands moving to your low back, keeping you grounded.
"okay, kiss me more first please." it's so filthy, nothing prodigy fencer should know how to do. but suguru is special, selective, always a mystery and somehow you're his entire world.
he moves back down your body. pushes but never breaches his thumb into your wet, wanting, aching core. indulges in your tiny gasps, marks the top of your hamstring with a very nice hickey.
only pushes his thumb in once he completes a matching mark on your other hamstring. it's enough to fuel your need, you're so wet, you can feel it. his slow and steady in and out motion driving you mad.
"more, more, more."
he speeds up a little bit, deeper now, almost touching where you want him to, barely grazing it. so you try to help him, you push your hips back and he pulls his thumb out.
"no babe, this is my job." but both his thumbs are pushing the sides of your pussy. squeezing the lips together. you're moaning his name, burning.
"okay, oka-fuck." he pushes a thumb in again, the other starting to run small circles on your clit. it's so slow, it feels so good. the noises your making are absolutely criminal.
suguru is lost in trance, you're so wet. he can feel the heat on his hands, fuck the noises your making, the way you're saying his name like a prayer over and over.
he needs a taste. moves his thumb near your occupied hole, and laps at the delicious juices making a mess on his sheets.
he feels you twitch and tremble. "still babe, be good for me. i know you can." he knows it's mean, you've already been so good for him, he's been slowly bringing you to the edge and back.
"can't. need you, please pleas-ah." he replaces his thumb with a finger, followed by another and another. the quick sucession and stretch making you so full suddenly.
a thumb is back on your clit, moving faster. your hips moving on their own, your not saying coherent words anymore. he doesn't need you to. "that's right, that's right, you're so close."
he guides you throw it, his fingers reaching deep and full, constantly massage the sweetest spot and pushes you over the edge.
you feel his wet hands on your hips, his voice near your back as he leaves kisses up ad down your spine. "you did so well. made such pretty sounds for me." he pulls you close, spooning you perfectly. you're so relaxed, boneless.
"keep breathing babe."
♡
when your eyes peak open you're still in his bed, a blanket thrown over you and two glasses of cool water stand proudly on the bedside table. no stickyness or sweat lingers on your skin, he's changed you into one of his band tshirts and boxers that are suspisciously in your size.
the bathroom fan clicks off, suguru steps out of the shower looking better than any adonis you've googled. hair tied in a messy bun, towel wrapped low on his hips. he's shuffling to grab his training fit of the day before his eyes catch you.
the smile is so sweet, he's in your space instantly. running hair from your face, small kisses and praises. "you're gonna finish both of these, right?"
you frown at him. "hey, electrolytes and hydration are key fo-" you smush his face with a pillow. but take a big sip of the glass he's held out for you. "atta girl."
you help him chose his outfit, he rambles about his opponent and how training is going. when you stand you're surprised at the lack of soreness?
you fully expected to be comfortably sore, suguru is big, no matter the stretching you're always left a little sore after. fully expecting your hips to also ache from the firm grip suguru keeps when he's drilling you into the mattress but that's missing too.
"i'm not going to have you running side-to-side babe." he's done packing his gear as you follow him into the kitchen.
"but, you didn't-?"
"who says i didn't?"
the blush on your cheeks should be on his cheeks but he's busy making toast. this fine fine fine man is too much, too good, too nice. "but, i wanted to. i would've woken back-"
"shush. i'm not the one running a marathon tomorrow."
"don't remind me. though I should get a new PR, that would be fun. you'll be there?"
always, is on the tip of his tongue but that's after. both of you need to finish the compeitions first. "of course. with your favorite smoothie and fries."
he has you smiling and you cling to him until he really needs to go. "stab the guy and come home kick!"
"always so violent babe."
"it's the same jerk who cut your lip. a stab is the least he desreves."
he smiles, shaking his head and pulling you in for a final hug and kiss. "what's my reward if I get a new PR?" you tease. "going to be hard to top my reward for sticking to my training goals."
