#ANON YOU...scored right into the middle of my board with this one i was just thinking about their dynamic yesterday. THANK YOUUU!!!! :3

[medicatedmenace]

you. give me your ninjago headcanons

i know who you are you ain't slick, HOWEVER COMMA. let's do it (this is about to be way too long-)

first of all, cole! (RAAAAAGH WE LOVE COLE)

- blasian. blasian. bl

- BISEXUAL DEMIROMANTIC!!! he gives bi but at the same time that boy does not crush and when he does he is down so bad

- watches gordon ramsay shows RELIGIOUSLY (it does nothing for his cooking skills)

- probably also really skilled in interior decoration for some reason

ZANE!!! ZANE ZANE ZANE ZANE

- they/them user. they/them user and no i will not budge

- aroallo omnisexual! look at them and tell me i'm wrong

- blew everyone's tetris scores out of the water the first time they played and was never allowed to play again

- plays animal crossing, makes absolutely insane double reacharound attempts to get all the robot villagers

....kai. hoo boy. (/aff)

- panromantic demisexual you can fight me on this

- got told his hair looked like a gmod error once and almost got legal charges against him

- got his tetris score knocked off the board and banned zane from playing

- probably has multiple sets of neopronouns

- favourite pokemon is like, tepig or something

jay aka The Blahaj Owner

- transmasc he/they user

- owns a blahaj. blahaj is love blahaj is life

- REALLLLLY loves pokemon. i'm just sayin he has to play at least one tcg

- everybody masc till the roach starts flyin

OH AND HOW COULD WE FORGET NYA

- she/they girlboss, possibly girlflux

- would go on a rampage if anyone ever saw that bowl cut of hers from the first few seasons

- polyam lesbian

- can quote every single oceans movie

LLOYYYYYYYYYDDDDDDDD THE HIM

- BISEXUAL. DISASTER.

- golden retriever boyfriend vibes

- sent anon hate when he was younger, made an apology post about it years later

- has the most gotdamn fluffy hair ever

- he/they user he/they user he/th

yeah idk that's all my brain can churn out right now (i stopped in the middle of a drawing for this ask) but i'm gonna be thinking about this all day ✌️

[automatonknight]

Kurier and Benny getting up to no good, silly style

baby didn't, in fact, get it

[gotnofucks]

Pot of Gold

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Summary: You went broke and bet your pussy.

Words: 2k

Warnings: Fluffy smut, slight dom Steve, language, 18+ ONLY

A/N: dedicated to the anon who said she needed fluffy Steve smut so that she could get out of her bed. Hope you feel better hon <3

MASTERLIST

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“And what do you bet?” Thor asked you, stacking other’s money in the center of the table. It wasn’t game night yet, but since no one wanted to go out you lot pulled out a few board games. It was going great until the betting started, because the Avengers just can’t play like normal broke people. You had like an amateur lost all your cash in the last round of poker, and now sitting around some stupid board game with pictures and dices, you were the only one who was penniless. Everyone else had tossed on hundreds of dollars and looked at you curiously.

“I bet my pussy” You said at last and a hush fell around the table. For the first time tonight, you were glad to be the only woman present. The reaction you received from the men was very flattering.

Tony, Steve, Thor, Sam, Bucky, and Clint all looked dumbstruck for a moment, their mouths hanging open in surprise. It was when Tony snorted in amusement that they shook their head and gave you disbelieving looks.

“Don’t look at me like that. I have it on good authority that its like a pot of gold.” You remarked and saw more than one man blush. You didn’t care much about modesty, or shame for that matter.

“Y/n, you can’t be serious” Bucky said, and you shrugged nonchalantly.

“Of course, I am Buck. My pussy is worth more than your money put together, so whoever wins will be more than pleased with the outcome. If someone else wins that is. I have every intension of winning this time ‘round” You declared while cracking your knuckles.

“Cool then. Game’s simple enough. Roll the dice, get big numbers, and cross the obstacles. Whoever reaches the finishing line first wins and takes the prize.” Tony said and Steve looked scandalized.

“You can’t be serious Tony!” He exclaimed and you rolled your eyes right along with Tony’s.

“Listen up Capsicle if the lady wants to bet her cooch, so she can. I for one really want to win this round.” Tony said winking at you, and you giggled.

“You got competition here Stark. I want that pot of gold.” Thor stated and you would be a liar if a fire didn’t start in your belly. You wouldn’t mind any of the men taking you, or all of them.

“Oh baby, you are gonna get some chocolate spread this evening” Sam was rubbing his hands the way villains do and you gave him a once over, licking your lips at the end making him groan. “Cap and Tin Man make be from the 90s, but I can give it to you good.”

“I can give it as good as you Birdguy. Just you wait and see. She’ll be screaming from the rafter!” Bucky was also flexing as if it was a wresting match. You couldn’t help the smug smile that was splitting your face in half. This was much better than any evening out would have been.

The game began without preamble now and you saw more than one salacious look tossed your way. Even Steve and Clint who had so far not made their desire known were looking at you with hot eyes, each person rolling the dice with greater gusto. Sabotage became common, someone trying to knock their elbows and move their pieces. Arguments broke out, the board was almost flipped twice, and the game was nearing the end. You were holding the dices in your hands, rolling them between your thumb and finger as you carefully measured your score. You’d need a 10 to win. Or else you were out. Everyone’s eyes were trained on and you felt the pressure mounting. You breathed deeply then let the dices fall with a loud exhale, holding your breath as they came to a still.

5 and 4

“Fuck!” You shouted and the sentiment was echoed, more like cheered. You sat back on your chair with a huff and cross your arms while Thor puts a hand around you.

“Its okay Y/n, I’ll make sure you win even as you lose.” He made his move and the other guys booed as Thor lost too. You were at the edge of your seat, watching as one by one everyone else rolled the dices across the board. Clint groaned and mimicked your actions when he didn’t make the line, followed by Sam who simply got up and left. You watched Tony, Steve and Bucky battle it out, their tongues between their teeth. You were as anxious as any of the others, legs bouncing in anticipation. You made a small noise of dejection when Bucky lost and pouted. You really wouldn’t have minded that metal hand between your legs.

“Capsicle, why not give up now. It’s not like you’ll know what to do with a woman like our girl here.” Tony goaded Steve who glared at him.

“Make your move Stark.” He simply replied and you leaned forward as the dices rolled. They spun on their edges, making the suspense comically longer and when they finally laid still you started chuckling.

“Next time, Tony.” You consoled, your hand patting his knee. He looked so forlorn that you almost suggested a rematch.

“He still has to make a move! He hasn’t won yet.” Tony pointed at Steve who with all the stoicism bred into him tossed his dices and got the perfect score.

“In your face, playboy!” Steve triumphed and to everyone’s surprise just lifted you onto his shoulders like a sack and began walking away. “Leave the cash with Buck. I’ll take those earnings after I’m finished with the real prize”

Cheers and howls followed you as you dangled over Steve’s back. You had no idea he could be this passionate, but you had no reason to complain. You let him haul you away to his room in relative peace, only getting a slap on your butt after poking Steve’s ass through his joggers. He threw you on the bed and shut the door behind him, turning to look at you with fire in his eyes.

“Velvet or silk?” He questioned and your throat went dry as he walked to his closet in the corner. He raised an eyebrow when you didn’t respond, and you cleared your throat.

“Velvet?” You answered, unsure what you agreed to. Steve came back with velvet lined handcuffs in his hands and you creamed. Holy shit, who would have thought that prim and proper Captain could have a kinky side too.

“Hands behind your head” He ordered in his captain voice and you swore your thighs were trembling in need. This was something so out of the realm of possibility you felt out of your element for a while. You complied, your hands holding the headrest as Steve came forward and cuffed them, the velvet delicate on your skin. He rattled them a little, looking at you in question. “Feel okay?”

You only nodded, too stunned to speak, and licked your lips when Steve removed his t-shirt, his bare chest only serving to make you hotter. You didn’t realize you had parted your legs in welcome until Steve climbed between them, his blue eyes almost black with lust.

“Do you have a safe word?” He asked and you nodded.

“Oatmeal” You answered, and Steve paused as if making sure he heard right. “It is a long story.” You sighed. Steve smiled before leaning over you to kiss you softly, his hands travelling from your hips to your sides, caressing them languidly and then reaching your breasts. You moaned in his mouth when his fingers found your stiff nipples, and you bucked up trying to bring him closer.

“You need to tell me if I hurt you, okay?” Steve urged, his mouth licking a fiery trail on your neck. You nodded, too busy in the feel of his mouth to do more than moan. Oh god, Tony was sooo wrong. Cap knew what to do with a girl alright.

He pulled back enough to take hold of your top and tear it straight down the middle, his inner caveman coming back. Your bra fared the same and Steve wasted no time in lapping up your supple flesh. You were sure your voices carried all the way down to the common room, Steve’s tongue making you go wild.

“No holding back sounds tonight, sweetheart. Or I’ll hold back your orgasms, that clear?” He said and hooked his hands into your pants to pull them down, his hands tracing your bare legs. The look in his eyes made you feel like you’ll combust if he didn’t touch you down there right now.

“Please Steve, don’t tease.” You whined and he bent over you, pulling your panties down with his teeth. You are going to write him a fucking glowing performance review and mail it to Tony tomorrow. Your wildest fantasies couldn’t have prepared you for it. He slipped out of his joggers and boxers, his cock hard and weeping. Your mouth watered and you downright salivated when he stroked it. Steve saw your expression and chuckled.

“You’ll get a taste later. But right now, I’m gonna dip my prick in your pot of gold.”

You wished your hands were free when he fitted himself between your legs, helping you wrap them around his thick frame. He torturously lubed himself up in your juices and entered you sinfully slow, letting you feel every bit of him. You both moaned, your mouths meeting for a sloppy kiss when he started moving, getting faster by the minute. One of his hands reached between your bodies to tweak your clit, alternating rough and soft until you bordered on the edge of your cliff. He was so thick you were stretched almost uncomfortably wide; each inch of your walls being rubbed in the most delicious way. You chanted a crescendo of “yes” and “oohs” and “please” and “faster” along with his name. You didn’t seem to be making sense, but he clearly didn’t care since he did little but grunt in pleasure, hips hammering in you hard enough to bang the headboard against the wall.

“Come on darling, scream for me!” He ordered, his fingering pinching your bud and you exploded around him, your body arching in pleasure. He fucked you through your high, thrusts getting sloppier with every second. “Are you on the pill?” He really should have asked earlier.

“I get a depo shot. Don’t you dare waste a single drop. Need you in me!” You honestly didn’t know what you were saying, instead you seemed drunk on his passion and power. You needed him to fill you up, the very primal animalistic part of you craving his seed.

Steve stuttered, his breath coming out in broken gasps when he finally released in you, hips lazily moving until he went limp right over your body. His weight crushed you, but you didn’t tell him to roll off just yet. The warmth of him fell nice.

He raised his hands and reached to undo your hands, massaging your wrists gently and you fisted them in his hair, pulling him into another deep kiss before letting go. He settled beside you, sweaty body holding yours close.

“You’re not leaving tonight; I still need to taste you.” He murmured in your ear, biting the earlobe, and making you squeal.

“Yes captain” you conceded, and his hand swatted your behind before pulling you closer.

“Can I tell you a secret?” You whispered in his ear after your breaths had settled to normal. He hummed in reply and you sat up, your eyes twinkling. “I lost on purpose”

Steve blinked before a laugh bubbled from deep within him, his arms pulling your body under his as he caged you.

“My god, I think I’m gonna have to fuck you good enough that you never think of letting another man fuck you. This pot of gold,” he cupped your pussy, “I have no intension of sharing it”.

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Gonna re-blog with tags later

Taglist is Open.

[innovativestruggles]

will you do tsukiyachi head canons?

I'm not very good with writing HC (I think I've only ever done it once in my life LOL) but I'll give it a go since you asked teehee ❤️

TsukiYachi HC

· Yachi would confess first - in a very roundabout, flustered manner that wasn’t supposed to come out like that

· Tsukki also liked Yachi but he never pursued those feelings and he thought she would never reciprocate, so he just left it and never bothered (plus he is insecure...)

· Tsukki would be pleasantly surprised with the confession and would be the one to say (in a very deadpan, listless voice), "so do you want to date then?"

· For the first few months of dating, Yachi would sometimes feel intimidated by Tsukki’s presence. Tsukki would sense this and would always comfort her by giving head pats

· Tsukki would be covertly protective of Yachi

· When they are travelling on packed trains, Tsukki would always make sure that Yachi’s back is against him and his arms are around her. This is to deter pervs. Yachi being so short and small would make her a prime target for creeps

· No one would dare do anything to Yachi because Tsukki is too tall and intimidating (and he would genuinely have a ‘piss off’ look on his face)

· He would enjoy teasing her whenever he can. Tsukki likes taking items from Yachi and holding them out of her reach just for fun

· But he would always keep an eye out to make sure Yachi does not trip from jumping excessively trying to get them back

· Several times this would happen and Tsukki would always be ready to catch her if she stumbles. He would then use the opportunity to tease her and hug her

· Yachi would be so mortified she would try and hide underneath his jacket to cover her embarrassment (but she would be equally happy that she gets the extra cuddles)

· This would get Tsukki flustered and he would stop teasing her immediately to recollect himself

· Yachi would eventually catch on to this and use it as her ultimate weapon if Tsukki was being particularly ruthless. She would just come forward and hug him really tight. He would give the item back to her every time

· Several times Tsukki would suddenly return the ‘stolen’ item to Yachi without further explanation. Unbeknownst to Yachi, she was jumping too high in her school skirt and people could see beneath it. Tsukki noticed this and stopped what he was doing immediately. He ain’t gonna let anyone (except him) perv on his girl

· They would walk back home from school together holding hands. And after several months, they would start giving each other goodbye pecks before parting ways for the night

· Yachi would sometimes make surprise bento lunches for Tsukki in an attempt to get him to eat more (and because she wants to show her love and appreciation for him)

· Yachi and Tsukki would make time to have lunch together just the two of them a couple times a week

· They would study together. A lot.

· They would often have deep and meaningful conversations about everything and anything

· Tsukki would get annoyed if Kageyama or Hinata (or anyone really) asks him study questions, but does not mind if Yachi does

· Tsukki is only patient when he teaches Yachi

· Sometimes in the middle of studying, an exhausted Yachi would crawl onto Tsukki’s lap and fall asleep

· “How am I supposed to study?” Tsukki would say this every time, but then he would just embrace her and fall asleep against her (he’s obviously exhausted as well!)

· Every time they have an intensive study session that would occur late into the night, they would do a sleepover

· Yachi would wear all of Tsukki’s star shirts as her nightdress whenever she sleeps over

· They would initially start off by being modest – Yachi sleeping on the bed (whether hers or Tsukki’s) and Tsukki sleeping on the floor next to her. But then he would always somehow end up cuddling up to her on the bed…

· They both have a couple’s photo on their phone lock screen (taken on a special Christmas Eve date)

· Yachi likes to do a lot of cutsey things (like taking sticker photos) on their dates, whereas Tsukki doesn’t. He would go along with them all because seeing Yachi smile is what matters most to him

· They would text each other goodnight every night (unless they are doing a sleepover, then it would be a goodnight kiss)

· Tsukki dislikes PDA but can be affectionate in private given the right moment

· Tsukki has a sweet and sensitive side only Yachi can see

· Yachi understands Tsukki better than anyone. He doesn’t often show emotions, whether happy or sad, but Yachi would see through all this and knows exactly when to comfort him

· Tsukki likes his hair being touched! He’d be most relaxed when he is lying on Yachi’s lap and Yachi is gently stroking his hair

· Yachi would hand make Tsukki a strawberry shortcake (his favourite food) every year for his birthday

· They would sometimes do a joint birthday celebration together, as they share the same birth month

· After every volleyball match, Yachi would always give Tsukki a hug (despite his (slight) protest that he is all hot and sweaty)

· On several occasions after a winning match, Tsukki’s teammates would attempt to hug him, but he would irritably step away. Then he would just let Yachi right at him (his teammates would sulk about this for quite some time)

· Yachi would often get distracted checking out Tsukki when he is playing volleyball. Several times she would forget to update the scoring board and got a mini lecture from Ukai, much to Tsukki’s confusion

· At the end of their first year, Tsukki and Yachi would one day have a random conversation that ended in them both deciding to grow their hair longer

· Yachi is the only girl outside Tsukki’s family that has ever been in his room

· Tsukki’s brother and mother loves it when Yachi visits. His mother would always embarrass them when she starts talking about future grandkids. Though Tsukki would be visibly irritated, he actually doesn’t mind

· Yachi's mother is quite fond of Tsukki and would always be welcoming of him

· Yachi would sometimes eat dinner at Tsukki’s house (since her mother is always working late), and sometimes Tsukki would come over to her place and they cook something together

· Tsukki is pretty good at cooking, Yachi is better at baking!

· Tsukki hates seeing Yachi cry the most. He once threatened Hinata and Kageyama that he would punch them both and walk off the team if they don’t make up from their fight that made Yachi cry

Maybe I should write a story that combines all these elements?!

I hope you enjoyed them at least, anon! 💞

[fruitcoops]

Hi!

It's the anon of the Remus knockout fic. Could you write a mirror fic?

Yep! For anyone who is curious: a mirror fic is when you take the premise of one fic, then translate it to a different character with minor alterations. This one has the same theme as Knockout, where Sirius was knocked unconscious after a bad hit. This is also the first half-and-half commentary fic I’ve ever written!

SW credit goes to @lumosinlove!

TW for injury, minor blood, fighting, and unconsciousness

“Lee, are you seeing this?” Frank asked, excitement building in his voice.

“I am, Frank! There’s a melee on the ice—it looks like the Lions and Snakes have finally let their cork pop after that dirty check on Lions captain Sirius Black! Oh, what a hit on Malfoy by O’Hara! That’ll leave a mark,” Lee laughed. Several whistles blew, loud and shrill over the roaring fans. “Let’s get a playba—wait. Hang on a second, Frank, is that—?”

“There’s a player down,” Frank confirmed, sobering immediately. “Lee, I think that’s Lupin, but he’s not moving.”

“Black is waving medics over and it looks like the Lions have put their fists away for the moment. Snape tries to start something again, but—oh, shut down by the refs. Right to the bench for him.” They fell quiet as another person hurried onto the ice. “That’s Hestia Jones, Gryffindor’s newest addition to the training team. Lupin always speaks highly of her, so he should be in good hands.”

Noise rippled over the stadium after a period of suspended silence. “Is he moving? He is! Lupin’s conscious again, and nobody is calling for a stretcher, which is a great sign.” Frank paused for a moment as Hestia and Sirius helped pull him upright. “And Lupin’s heading toward the locker room with about half the team on his heels, mostly under his own power.”

“I think we can all breathe a sigh of relief after that,” Lee said. “I don’t know about you, but I never like seeing fights go bad. How do you think it happened?”

“Let’s take a look.” The jumbotron picked up just after number 8 on the Snakes collided with Sirius in a late hit, nearly knocking his helmet clean off; in mere seconds, the two teams were on each other in a pack of fury. Remus went after number 8, one of the enforcers—they tussled for a moment before a hard hit from his opponent knocked him flat on the ice.

“Lupin’s fiery, but he was well out of his weight class there,” Lee said, shaking his head. “It seems like no permanent damage was done, though. We’ve got enough Lions and Snakes in the boxes that both teams are going to their second strings, Frank! Back to you!”

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Sirius’ heart pounded in his ears as they headed off the ice, moving as slow as possible to avoid damaging Remus on the off-chance something serious had happened. Hestia’s arm was a steel bar around his lower back; Talker, James, and Leo flanked them until they reached the boards, and each of the Lions put a gentle hand on Remus’ back when he passed them.

“I’m alright,” Remus said as they stepped into the tunnel, his head drooping forward. “ ‘m okay.”

“Can you help him get his pads off?” Hestia asked quietly, finally making eye contact with Sirius while they helped him sit on the PT table.

He nodded and gently guided Remus’ hands away from the straps and buckles, undoing them from muscle memory as he kept a careful eye out for anything they may have missed. Remus half-smiled, though more pain had overtaken the dizziness. “Thanks.”

“No problem.” Sirius winced at his voice crack, but removed the heavy pads without missing a beat. “How’re you feeling?”

Remus shrugged one shoulder. “Hurts. Nothing out of the ordinary, though. Can you call my mom?”

“They’ll be here soon, I bet.”

“Did you see them?”

“Earlier, yeah. They’ve got seats in the middle.”

Hestia tapped Sirius’ hip and he reluctantly moved aside to let her run through the concussion protocol, though he didn’t let go of Remus’ hand and grabbed a nearby paper towel to clean up some of the blood on his lip. “You look good to me,” Hestia said after a few minutes. “A little banged up, but nothing scary. Get some rest and water, and you’ll be good as new.”

The paper covering the table crinkled as Sirius sat down, rubbing small circles on Remus’ lower  back. “Do you want to stay here or head back to the bench?”

He made a face. “Stay here, I think. I’m kind of wobbly.”

“I’ll grab your water and be right back, okay?”

Remus nuzzled Sirius’ collarbone with a sigh, then kissed his cheek. “Thanks, hon.”

As soon as Sirius was out of the PT room, he leaned against the wall and blew out a shaky breath, running both hands through his hair. He had been too preoccupied with recovering from the late hit and shoving Snape to stop Remus from engaging with the Snakes’ enforcer; all he could do was watch as they traded one, two, three hits before Remus dropped. Dropped like a stone, and took Sirius’ heart with him.

Nobody else noticed at firs—both teams were a brawling wreck at that point, and for all of his hard work Remus was still one of the smaller guys out there. It was a miracle Hestia had even heard him calling for a medic as he gripped Remus’ hand and fumbled through hoarse pleas for him to open his eyes. He had been so pale when Sirius pulled his helmet off, save for the blossoming reddish-purple mark across one side of his face.

Hestia had let him stay while she worked, speaking clipped and clear by the side of Remus’ head until he mumbled “hear you” and “hurts”. It took another half-minute before he looked at them, and a dozen lifetimes before his breathing went back to normal under Sirius’ palm.

He’s okay, he told himself for the umpteenth time. He’s okay. He’s awake. Hestia’s got him.

Sirius walked to the bench in a daze, hardly glancing at the game while he collected their waterbottles and braced himself on the back of a chair for a moment. “How is he?” Arthur asked, worry lacing his tone.

“He’s okay. Bruised and dizzy, no concussion.”

“Deep breaths, Cap. Deep breaths.” Sirius inhaled slowly, then exhaled with a shiver. Arthur gave his shoulder a light squeeze. “There you go. Everything’s alright.”

“That was fucking terrifying.”

“Sit down for a second, yeah?”

Sirius shook his head. “Gotta get him some water. Christ. Okay, I’m okay. Don’t know if you want me back out—”

“No,” Arthur said firmly. “We’re ahead, and your boys don’t look like they’re going to let the Snakes take it back.”

“Thank you.” Sirius pressed his lips together as the delayed fear rocking through him began to abate.

“Go on, son. I’ll update the others if they ask.”

He scrubbed a hand over his face before heading back down the hall with both waterbottles, trying to calm his racing heart to the sounds of quiet voices coming from the PT room.

“Sirius!”

“Hey, buddy.” Sirius bent down to catch Jules in a hug and felt tears prickle back up in his throat as his ribs were nearly crushed beneath skinny arms. The second he straightened, Hope and Lyall pulled him close in a flutter of worry.

“Is he still awake?” Lyall asked.

“Hestia’s got him,” Sirius confirmed, running a steady hand through Jules’ hair. “He’s up and talking, no concussion. I was just getting him some water.”

Hope looked like she was on the verge of tears, but she nodded. “Thank you. Can we see him?”

“Yeah, sure thing.” Sirius lifted Jules onto his hip—the kid wasn’t letting go of him anytime soon—and led them down the hall, then knocked before pushing the door open the rest of the way.

Almost immediately, Remus was mobbed by both his parents. “I’m fine,” Remus assured them as Hope inspected the bruise on the side of his face. “I should know better than to start fights with—”

“You didn’t start it,” Lyall interrupted. “That was a late hit and the refs should’ve called it before things went that far.”

“Oh, lovey,” Hope murmured, cupping his face in her palms. “We are so happy for you, and we one hundred percent support you, but please think before you punch people twice your size.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Remus laughed as she kissed his forehead. “Where’s Jules?”

“Here.” Jules wiggled free of Sirius’ arms and crept over, then clambered up onto the table and tucked himself against Remus’ ribs with a sniffle. “Don’t do that anymore.”

“You got it,” he promised; Sirius lingered on the outside of their group hug before Remus reached out and dragged him into his other side. “Family hugs include you now, remember?”

“I need all my boys in one spot,” Hope added, giving him a light jostle.

“You guys are welcome to stay as long as you like,” Hestia said from the doorway as she propped it open. “Cap, Loops, coach might want to see you after the game.”

“How much time do we have?” Sirius asked without extracting himself from the net of affection.

“Eh, maybe five minutes? We’ve scored two goals in the past ten, so I don’t think it’ll drag on too much longer.”

“Sirius, how are you feeling? That hit looked pretty hard.” Hope gave him a concerned look, as if she was expecting him to also drop unconscious.

“I might be a little bruised in the morning, but I’m fine,” he said.

Lyall narrowed his eyes, then nodded. “Good. We need you.”

“I won’t be in for the rest of the—”

“We need you here,” he clarified, patting Sirius’ back. “Right here.”

Remus caught his eye and smiled softly; Sirius swallowed around the lump in his throat and relaxed into the hug, resting his temple against the top of Remus’ head. He was okay. They both were. They all were.

[lovemeleo]

I saw an ask on Hazels page about Leo being leant to the world juniors and logan and finn watching him win gold and I CANNOT get the image out of my mind. I would love if you would write a fic about this if you feel inspired? Just thinking of how proud the boys would be 😍

Hey anon! Sorry this took so long, but I tried to do research on the World Juniors so that this fic was slightly accurate. It was so fun to write though so I hope you enjoy! The C2C world belongs to the lovely @lumosinlove.

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They announced it after practice, Coach came in when they were all changing back into their street clothes.

“I’ve got an announcement before you all go.” He said, looking around the room. Finn thought his eyes stayed on their corner of the room a bit longer than usual, but he figured it was just because there were quite a few of them in that corner.

Talker dropped his towel as he pulled on his boxers, “What’s going on, Coach?” He asked as he sat on the bench.

Coach smiled, “Well, it would appear we’re loaning out our baby goalie.” He said, his eyes flickering to Leo. Logan straightened up on the bench, eyebrows furrowing.

“Loaning him? What do you mean?” He asked.

Sirius smiled, clapping a hand on Leo’s shoulder, “Sounds like someone’s going to World Juniors’, non?” He said.

Leo’s eyes widened, “W-What? Really?” He quickly looked over at Coach who laughed.

“Yep, you’ll be representing the US at World Juniors’ this year. Congratulations, Nut!” Before Coach could even finish his sentence, Leo was being tackled by his teammates from all sides. He laughed, wrapping arms around anyone who was close enough.

Leo was going to World Juniors to represent his country. Was this real? Finn and Logan had him pinned with a hug to his stall, yelling their congrats. 

“So fucking proud of you, Nutter Butter.” Finn muttered his face, pressed into the taller boy’s chest.

Now, it was two months later and they were watching Leo play from their house. It was weird to see him in a different jersey playing with a team that definitely wasn’t the Lions. Leo had left a week and a half ago, right before Christmas which was extremely hard. This was only their second Christmas together, but this was such a big moment for Leo, how could they not be excited for him?

He was playing incredibly well, his entire team was. They lost the first game, Russia beating them by two. The US had won the past 5 games and now was the final game. This was for the gold.

They had talked to Leo last night over the phone, and could just hear in his voice how much he wanted it. 

“We’re just so close now..” He murmured softly from his hotel bed, tired face only lit by the screen of his phone. 

Finn leaned into Logan on the bed as they both tried to fit into the camera, “Mon soleil, you’ve got this. You’ve been playing so well, just keep that up. All you can do is cover your goal and just know that your team has your back.” Logan said.

“We’ll be here, cheering you on though, Lover-nut. No matter what.” Finn smiled softly, resting his head on Logan’s. They had cut their call short, wanting Leo to get as much sleep as possible. 

The entire team came to the cubhouse to watch him play, crowding into their small living room.

Remus sat in one of the chairs, Sirius in his lap as they waited for the game to start, “Have you talked to him? How is he doing?”

“We facetimed him last night, and he’s pretty nervous.. he just wants it so bad.” Finn murmured as Logan rested his head in his lap.

Not long after, the game began. Canada vs. US. A few members of the team were struggling with who to cheer for, but they all cheered for Leo when he was on the screen.

The first period ended with them at 1-0, and Leo had already blocked 13 shots. The Canadian players were ruthless, as they shot at him. Puck after puck bounced off his pads. He even caught a few. 

Finn and Logan were constantly on edge, gripping each other’s hands as they watched. 

They got a second point during the second period, putting them in the lead at 2-0. Leo was sweating, you could tell he was getting tired but it was almost the end now. 

“Fuck, they need to keep them out of there! He’s constantly being bombarded.” Talker muttered, pacing behind the couch as he watched the game.

During the third period, both teams were ruthless with their shots. At one point, Leo ended up on the ice, losing his stick with three other players. It was close, but Canada still didn’t score.

Leo blocked a final shot and then. The Buzzer. It was over. They won! His entire team skated out, slamming him into the boards. Their entire living room burst into cheers.

The team watched as their baby goalie was given his gold medal. He was bringing home the gold. The camera moved throughout the team as they hugged happily. When it got to Leo, he pressed a kiss to his middle before pointing to the camera.

“This is for you!” He yelled. Everyone else might’ve thought he was talking about his team. 

But the two he won it for. They knew it was for them.

[cockasinthebird]

idk if your taking reqs or not but i LOVE your page so much , i would love to see some soft shit like billy asking for cuddles or being shy to ask for affection 😚

Dear Anon, I love YOU so much!! Thank you! I hope that this is soft and shy enough for you, not quite tooth-rottingly sweet, but more bitter so

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Girls, women, bitches of all ages twist and turn to stare as the crowd parts for him, his broad shoulders, golden curls, bulging biceps, the perfect lifeguard, and maybe he'd come rescue you if you fell in the fountain? Wouldn't it at least be worth a shot? Ruin your perm, let your make-up run, soak your shirt.

Billy pushes his aviators further up his nose, up to cover those perfect baby blues, and gives a slight nod in the direction of a band of blushing girls, and they visibly squirm under his gaze - it's all too easy for him. And through the front doors to Scoops Ahoy walks a gaggle of blondes, who all play with their hair as he walks past them with a gravely “Hi.”

Behind the counter stands Steve Harrington, staring and groaning with aggravation at how easy it is for Billy, how nonchalant and endlessly charming he is, whilst Steve himself struggles painfully, as is proved by the score board Robin has sitting out in the back.

And with the same tone and spellbinding allure, Billy Hargrove stops in front of where Steve is slumped over the counter in defeat, purring out, “Hey Harrington.”

“Hargrove,” Steve says with feigned irritation, and it's far too apparent in the way the corners of his lips quirk up.

Billy licks his lips and pushes his sunglasses further up again. “When's your break?” He looks around the shop in an attempt to not stare at those doe eyes.

“Not for another two hours,” Steve sighs and thumbs up at the clock that points at 1:07pm.

“Well I need to talk to you,” Billy's voice wavers for a short second, and he places both of his hands on the table between them. A thumb grazes against Steve's pinkie. “It's kinda important.”

He hears how Steve sucks in a quick breath of air, and moves his little finger into the touch. Watches as he stands up straight and moves to knock loudly on the glass partition, where it takes less than a second for Robin to pull it aside from inside the backroom. She's sitting on the metal counter there and audibly groans as she takes off her headset.

“What?”

“I need to take a break.”

“Steve,” she says in a near accusatory tone.

“Robin,” he responds with in a more serious tone, and tries to subtly nod toward Billy, standing with his arms crossed and looking around, pretending not to notice how the two are whispering.

And she rolls her eyes, climbs out through the window and throws her Walkman aside. “Fine, but you're doing cleanup tonight,” she grumbles and points sternly at him.

“Yeah yeah,” Steve moans and tears off his hat.

He moves to push open the swinging door to the back, and gestures for Billy to follow along.

“So, what's up?”

Billy moves against the table in the middle of the room, and his rings clink against it as he leans and grabs at the edges of it. “Could you...” he asks, almost shyly so, and nods towards the open partition.

“Oh... of course...” there's something to Steve's tone; hesitation? Maybe subdued elation? Never the less, it quivers with something expectant.

Robin stares at him, arms crossed and eyes sharp, as the frosted glass separates them in one smooth glide.

And now they're as alone as they can be on a busy Saturday afternoon, Billy and Steve, in the air conditioned backroom of the ice cream parlor, quiet for now as Billy continues hiding behind dark glasses.

“Billy...” there's a clear concern in his voice this time, and he moves to stand next to the other. “What's wrong?”

Usually when he comes to visit, it's to try out today's specialty, as he so charmingly puts it and then just takes whatever he wants, but he seems so uncharacteristically shy now.

But he doesn't say a word, turns his head far away enough so that Steve can't see his rather nervous expression. Yet he reaches out with his little finger to graze against Steve's own pinkie.

Steve watches the slight movement and goes to meet it, carefully inches his hand closer as if to tell Billy that whatever is wrong will be ok. Then Billy dares, moves his entire hand on top of the paler one and entangles their fingers where they bend around the edge of the table.

“Is it... about your dad?” Steve asks as kindly as he can, and lifts his head up to look at the back of Billy's.

Who shakes out a no.

“Are you having more nightmares?”

The curls dance again.

“Max?”

The answer is the same.

And Steve sighs; unsure of the intent behind it himself, but it isn't irritated or impatient. “Well, whatever it is, I'm here for you, you know that... right?”

Billy nods and turns his head slightly.

“If you ever need anything, you have a key to my place. There's always room for you there.” Steve looks down as the hand on top of his squeezes in appreciation. “We can stay like this for a while, if that's what you need.”

“I...” Billy tries and looks down at where their fingers have been laced together, pale and tan, calloused and soft.

Feelings never comes easy to Billy, even if he and Steve have been “practicing” it for a while now. Or rather, Steve, the loving goof who is all too open about everything, has been practically forcing Billy to talk about his day and feelings and “Use your words, baby,” as if he's a child. But... it's been so nice, almost too nice, unrealistically so, to an extend that Billy never imagined possible for himself.

And whenever he's not his usual meat-headed self, when he's inexplicably vulnerable, all those thoughts are more than just voices in the back of his head. They're loud and blinding, and he suffocates on it. It's what was portrayed as anger and fury back in high school, and now it's teary and itching and craving.

He's been shown love, and it is addicting.

“I... I want... I need...”

Steve watches how that mouth struggles, almost grimacing as if he's just tasted something putrid. But he remains patient.

“Can you hug me? Just... just hug me?” Billy asks timidly as if what he wants is unreasonably expensive.

And it comes as a shock, which is clear in the way Steve's mouth opens slightly and his brows jerk up. Because Billy rarely asks for this... this... this kind of gentle affection. Billy is teeth and spit and muscle, but he's also a broken heart, and that shines through sometimes; like the sun after a thunderstorm. And even though he complains about “working on his emotions and all that shit”, it's helping.

“Yeah...” Steve utters and stands up, “Of course... come here.”

Billy shoots up immediately and throws his arms tightly around Steve, whose own arms close around shoulders exposed by the tank top, one hand closing in the shirt, the other nestled in soft curls.

He holds him dearly; caresses the back of Billy's head lovingly, and feels in their embrace how much Billy needed this. Arms that grips him like there's nothing more important, a nose pushing aside the stupid sailor uniform to bury itself in the crook of his neck, where he feels Billy take a deep, long inhale, like someone would a flower or freshly baked bread.

Who knows how long they stand like that; Steve brushing his fingers through Billy's hair, leaning his head on top, bodies so flush they share heat and heart, and it is amazing.

Steve feels loved.

Billy feels loved.

And although he doesn't let go, Billy eases up his iron clasp, and Steve takes it as a sign that he can move as well, to then lean slightly away. Touch as soft as silk, he cups Billy's face in his hands, feels how Billy melts into it; head tilting to the side and resting in the gentle hold, lips parting to breathe out unexpected relief, as if all the tension and frustration that kept his body standing just vanishes at a lovers touch.

“Can I...” Steve guides his fingers up to touch the temples of the sunglasses.

“Yeah...” Billy's voice a fragile little thing, his nod barely noticeable.

Carefully so, as if the world would shatter if he moved too quickly, Steve pulls off the aviators, folds them together and sets them down on the table. After which his hands goes right back to hold and cherish Billy's strong jaw and weak expression, finally meeting eyes bluer than the sky, shiny and wet, just in the verge of a single tear to fall.

When he rubs at Billy's cheek with his thumb, he feels the hands by the small of his back clench tighter around his uniform, and watches how Billy closes his eyes, letting that one tear roll down, accompanied with a sob.

He swipes away that drop of pain and leans in to kiss between bangs, hoping that his loving thoughts and intentions can be felt there; hopes that it seeps through the clouds of doubt and sorrow and melancholy in Billy's mind to remind him that he is wanted in life- in Steve's life.

But just in case it isn't clear enough, he presses their foreheads together, and whispers,

“You know I love you, right?”

And Billy can barely find the power to hold back another sob, louder now as it escapes with a broken “fuck.”

He then nods and snivels, letting out a little “yes,” and although he doesn't have the energy to say it back, he understands well that Steve knows he loves him too.

How else would Billy be able to exist in such a raw state as this, in front of someone else, pained to be vulnerable, grateful to be held, if it's not a love declaration in of itself?

“Let's go, yeah? I'll take off from work and we can sneak out the back here, meet back at mine and watch a movie or something.”

Billy has to choke back another cry of appreciation, and a smile spreads wide, “Yeah.”

[wheezingghoulbois]

i am in awe of how hyper-specific ur disney knowledge is that you KNOW that the sword in the stone attraction is right next to that particular carousel. like ma'am ... howw. also you know what that carousel is called??? but it's just horses???? HOW?? i bow before our disney sovereign - gay shoes anon

alskfjaslkfjalksfjalksfj okay there’s only 1 carousel ride in disneyland (and one in California Adventure, it’s sister park but its a toy story western theme so it looks VERY different), and disneyland’s is called King Arthur’s Carousel, hence the sword in the stone thing right in front of it! but i know where ryan is in that photo just because like... okay the line for the ride wraps around the side of the carousel, as well as the fact its smack in the middle of fantasyland so theres a LOT of foot traffic so he can’t of been on the sides of the ride, And theres a clearing FOR photo shoots right next to the sword in the stone, so... that’s where he is💖 i also know disneyland bricks... and floors.... dont ask alskfjalksjfklaksf. i have literally probably around 500+ trips to disney under my belt like disneyland hates me bc im the passholder who they dont make money off of bc i USE the shit out of my pass and dont buy merch or food unless i have a gift card or im like starving. i appreciate ur awe but truly it just comes from me literally going to the park Too Much alfkjalksfjlaksf. genuinely i could walk around disney blindfolded and be fine. i have definitely helped lost families find their way to attractions, bathrooms, meet and greets etc lmao.and have helped folks score those rise of the resistance aka the big star wars ride boarding passes bc some ppl just Don’t Know u need the app and to have ur tickets linked and have to be there AT park opening and have to get onto the app a certain way to boost ur chances like it’s difficult lmao (also That is why ryan hasn’t ridden rise yet like he’s mention he tried but failed bc yeah it takes prep, knowledge, and luck lmao)

[jinxthequeergirl]

Another one?

Robin x reader

Requested by anon: Can I make a request for Robin where the reader is Steve’s cousin. And the reader is staying with Steve over the summer and falls for Robin.

Also partly requested by: @in-the-frap-of-the-gods

Warning: swearing

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"I must say I miss Hawkens more than I imagined...You think I can convince mom to move back?"

Steve laughed at the suggestion. "I highly doubt that! She hates it here remember." you rolled your eyes at it taking another spoon full of your banana split.

"Harrington enough flirting! Get back to scooping." you looked at the girl who looked at you and steve with amusment.

"Oh gross! Robin that's my cousin!" you smiled and gave her a salute. "Ahoy!" before taking another spoon full of ice cream.

Steve rolled his eye's. "She's staying with me this summer."

Robin looked at you awe struck. "Oh shit there's another harrington in Hawkens?"

"The more the marrier am I right?" you asked her getting up and following steve to the counter. "I don't think Hawkens is mentally prepared for this." she said sarcastically.

You laughed a little at her and she smiled warmly. Steve pushed the two of you down the counter to take a customers order.

You leaned against it as she stood in the other side. "So tell me Robin, what's it like working with my cousin?"

She huffed. "Where do I even begin.."

"Good? Bad?"

"Oh the worst!" she laughed.

"He's got this group of kids that constantly come in! Oh! And you should see him with the ladies."

You looked at her with your full attention as if the story was just getting good. "Ugh I can't even imagine! When we where kids he would flirt with all the girls at school! It's a suprise he even had any girlfriends."

You both laugh and he glares over at the both of you laughing. "I can hear you!"

You look at each other again and laugh a little. Robin found it weird, she laughed with steve, she did but something about laughing with you was different.

"I have a score board." she said suddenly. "You What?"

Steve looked at his friend helplessly. "Robin don't...she's the only person who still thinks I'm cool!" but it was too late she was leading you to the back room and pulling out the white board.

"NO WAY! NOT EVEN ONE?" was all steve heard before robin laughed in response.

The two of you spent the rest of the afternoon in the back room. "And I shit you not-"

Robin shook her head violently as she laughed at you story. "He leans closer and tried to kiss me!"

"He didn't!"

"He did! He did! And..and I in an act of self defense against this guy I just met! I took my soda and threw it at him!"

"Oh my God you are perfect!" you shrugged leaning back in your seat. "I try."

Needless to say you two hit it off right away. And there it was, the same feeling that caused you to throw your soda in Aiden Ross's face that night at the movies, the same feeling that made your heart flutter when veronica Joans your best friend invited you to homecoming because neither of you could get a date, the same one that left butterfly's in your stomach, your head in a whirl and heart in a dizzy.

"C'mon steve can handle himself for this last hour."

"Where are we going to go?"

You got up and looked out the back door that lead out of scoops ahoy. "Where does this lead to?" you shot back.

"Any of the other stores on this level." She said smiling. You quickly grabbed her hand and pulled her out the door and into the hall.

"You didn't answer me." She said walking along side you still holding your hand. "I don't know, I've never been here before so you tell me."

She rolled her eyes and pulled you down the hall to the theater. "Coast is clear, ladies first." she stepped aside letting you step into the theater.

"Oh my God this is such a good movie!"

You two went on like that all summer. Steve deffiently noticed a difference in both of you.

"Why Don't you just ask her out...she likes you just as much." steve said from across the bathroom floor to robin.

"What are you talking about?"

"Y/n? My cousin? You know the girl you are obviously crazy about."

"I'm..im Not.." She tried to lie. But in all honesty she was. She realised the panic that set in when you separated from the momentarily, and the little flutter her heart did when she saw you help her and steve free from the chairs, and how she wanted nothing more to lay on the floor of your bedroom at Steve's house listening to music and you talking about the best break up stories she's ever heard in her life. She realised it was all cause she fell in love with you that one afternoon.

"In just gonna warn you. She's a heart throb. Every boy in middle school was dying to be with her...but I don't think you've got much to worry about...while they where staring at her she was staring at all those boy's girfriends."

They both laughed finally allowing you and both children to find them. "Seriously!" you quickly pulled them up alead them out to the crowd leaving the theater.

"Ok all we have to do is follow this crowd and get out home free." all five of you looked around to check and robin suddenly grabbed your hand. "Shit Look." she pointed at the front where the two Russains from before stood.

You grabbed Steve's shoulder stopping him. You nodded to the door and he looked up instantly catching there eyes.

"Guys we need to go." Dustin and Erica took lead to the escalators which where out of order. Robin pulled you behind her before letting your hand go to slide down between the escolaters.

You quickly followed and took her hand again. The five of you all hit the floor running to hide behind the counter of a good court restaurant.

You held robins hand for dear life.

"Listen I know we might die here." you whispered staring ahead. "But I need you to know I really like you...like seriously, genuienly, like like you."

She looked at you with wide eye. "Seriously?" you smiled and nodded. "Yea so uh...if We happen to...to survive this Shit fest, wanna see a movie with me?"

"You aren't gonna splash your soda in my face are you?" she grinned.

"Listen I know this I supposed to be touching but please be more quiet." Erica wispered angrily at the both of you.

You smiled at each other and squeezed her hand. "I'm so glad another harrington came into town."

[loquaciousquark]

Hello! I recently found out that I didn't pass the TMOD portion on NBEO Part II, which has been frustrating because I am in the middle of applying to residency. I'm now questioning if I should continue on with the application cycle, for my interviews begin in two weeks. I stumbled upon your blog as I googled around to see if anybody else had experiences with this same predicament, and wanted to see if you had any insight or advice on how it affected your own experience with applying. Thank you!

Hey, friend! I can absolutely offer advice on this as funnily enough, this is the exact situation I had as a student all those years ago. I also failed TMOD and had to retake it; in addition, I made one other mistake in my process, which was to take Part III extremely late in February so that I didn’t get my results until about the week before graduation. Most residency sites were not super excited about that, so the earlier the better!

I’ll go ahead and tldr everything I’m about to say: GO FOR IT ANYWAY. A failed TMOD is probably the least important part of boards to fail and a lot of residency sites will still be thrilled to have you as long as you pass it by graduation.

That said, you may not get your first or second choices, especially as regards the competitive sites(and realistically, you may end up having to scramble), so as you continue your application process you’ll need to keep an open mind to how far you want to travel. I truly believe you should keep this net broad; unless you have a SO or family obligations this trip will only be for a year, and having that residency on your CV will be extremely helpful in opening both job positions and salary negotiations later.

The summary of my story is: I failed TMOD and retook it in early February. I took Part III in late February, on the date that was the last one guaranteed to get results by graduation. This was dumb for a lot of reasons, but as I was pretty confident I’d pass, it didn’t occur to me that it would be a bad idea to wait so long until I was literally in my interviews and they were asking me what my Part III scores were. I did pass first try, but in retrospect it was not the best idea to wait so long. 

So I applied to three residencies in my region (none at my school): two contact lens residencies at other schools, and a disease residency at a local VA. I didn’t match one of the schools because my impression during my interview was that they were heavily focused on business/money-making in a way I wasn’t super excited about, but I did match the other two sites.

Unfortunately, neither of them matched me, so the morning of the reveal was pretty tough emotionally! I realistically knew this was going to be a possibility; match day happened to be the week before I had my TMOD retake results, so looking at me on paper as an applicant who had already failed one part of boards but didn’t have results of either back yet, I wasn’t very impressive! I think the interviews went really well and I honestly think I was considered at the other CL site, but there were definitely better applicants on the table. Edit: I went back and looked & my memory failed me; I didn’t schedule the retake until my first residency interview asked for it. I did have it scheduled when I did the other two, however.

I was dumped into the scramble, which was actually totally fine. I had two professors approach me in person that day and say they’d put my name forward with friends of theirs in other unmatched sites (one two states over, one in Utah), and both site directors were willing to accept me. Then I started getting texts from one of my former professors who’d gone to my city’s VA (not the same site I’d applied to), telling me she remembered me from school and she was super interested in having me come interview. Her site hadn’t matched any applicants at all (they normally have three), so in retrospect I can see she was pretty desperate, but I also really loved her as a professor and mentor and knew I’d see some good disease at this VA, which was what I wanted more supervision in anyway. The only reason I hadn’t applied there in the first place was that it was a Low Vision residency and I hadn’t had any interest in it prior, so I during my interview I spent a lot of time asking about it and how the processes worked and what-all was involved in a low vision exam. I was very frank with the residency director that while I was ready and willing to learn, I hadn’t had much experience with it in school and might be a little behind for the first few weeks, and she was really understanding!

So I had that interview maybe two days after the scramble date, and they made me an official offer the day after that. My responsibility then was to tell them as soon as possible once I had my boards scores; in some ways it was okay, because my state doesn’t require TMOD for the state license, but Part III was definitely necessary! Fortunately, I passed both and relayed that information to my new director. I graduated on time and when June rolled around I was able to slide right in to the residency without issue.

Now, it was a little bit of a perfect storm, but realistically, all of my offers that I ended up getting were based on me building good relationships with my professors throughout school. I had respected people willing to vouch for me personally when my scores didn’t reflect well on me, and that went a long way in getting a spot. Honestly, it also felt good to me as a person that I suddenly had so many people (far more than I expected) coming out without me even asking and offering to find me a space.

It ended up being a perfect residency for me (slower paced, lots of supervision over the first few months, plenty of resources for me to pull on when I had questions, tons of variety in my week), and if I could do it all over again, I’d just start at this place and forget the rest. It absolutely was the best decision of my optometric career and I’ve never regretted it for a minute.

The last thing I’ll add is that it’s up to you how direct you want to be in your interviews about your failure. I’m the kind of person where it’s much easier for me just to get the tough stuff out as quick as possible, so when I sensed that they were trying to edge around to ask me about my scores, I was very direct in telling them that I’d already scheduled my retake, that it was going to be on this date, I’d identified my weak spots and I felt very good about passing it on the next run. I also told them my part III testing had gone very well (true) and I felt good about that too, but that I was waiting on confirmation.

Of course, I didn’t match at those places, but I think that was because there were just better applicants than me and not because they didn’t match me at all. I really do think my interviews went well, so it was just…the luck of the draw, y’know? And I still ended up in the place I was meant to be regardless.

I wish you the best of luck, anon, and let me know if you have any other questions!

[gyllenhaalics]

Spirals - Ch.1 (dark!Jake x nefarious!reader)

Let me explain, the other day I was participating in the THIRST HOURS over @whistlingwillows​ ‘s blog (check them out guys, their writing is awesome) and one of the anon came up with the idea of dark!Jake. After a few asks I decided to write something about it. PLEASE READ THE WARNING CAREFULLY.

English is not my first language so please let me know if there are any mistakes or awkward sentences.

!!! Warning: - Reader is messed up (manipulative, feigned kindness) - Jake is messed up (possessive, predatory behaviors) This started as a kinky thing and now it gets really dark!

!!! Tag: #nsfk - Not Safe For Kids. Please filter this tag if you feel uncomfortable.

Pairing: dark!Jake x nefarious!reader

Summary: Jake saw reader on the train and couldn’t get her out of his mind, they met again during a charity event and everything spiralled into a mess of them trying to out-creep each other.

Disclaimer: None of this is related to real people or events.

****

You tried to yank your hand from Jake's strong grip, your other hand clawed at his fingers, attempting to pry them open. He didn't seem to appreciate you trying to run away from him. You knew his eyes were locked onto your face, not letting a single expression escape. He knew your tricks, your cues and the way you would present yourself as something that catered to his needs. He had always been like that, so meticulously observant. But so were you.

"Isn't this how you want me to be, Y/N?"

You ignore him, and immediately you could feel the fingers around your wrist grew even tighter. Out of your peripheral vision, you could make out the outline of his heaving chest and the tensed corner of his lips, as if he was ready to crush your bones. He certainly would love to had he lacked inhibitions.

You thought to yourself as you fixed your eyes on his pale knuckles. Maybe you could put up a show for him like usual? How about wearing the mask of a quiet and timid elementary teacher from a small town, who fell in love with a man of much higher social status, who was so helpless she couldn't even muster enough courage to reject his advances? Getting him all riled up with his little power fantasy, that had worked for you every single time.

Well, almost every single time. Now, you couldn't even bother.

"Jake. You're hurting me."

You spoke in a stoic tone. It wasn't a demand for him to let go of your hand. You were merely stating a fact. You lifted your head to meet his burning gaze. His icy blue eyes were edged into you, as though he would want nothing more than to tear the skin off your face, to see what manner of monsters he would find underneath.

But he finally loosened his grip, and there was something akin to realization in his eyes. You watched him closely as he turned his holding hand over and stared at the angry marks on your wrist. At that moment, his eyes became softer. He brought your wrist up to his lips and laid a painfully gentle kiss on the bruises, his cheek nudged against the palm of your hand. You could hear his breath hitched when he muttered into your skin.

"Did it hurt? I'm sorry."

So. Fucking. Easy.

****

The first time you met, no, saw him, was during the time you first came to this city for a charity event held by multiple schools, including yours. You and several other faculty members were picked to accompany the children. Honestly, you didn't like these kinds of events that much, too many people, too many social interactions... with grown-ups, who are so, so much more complicated than children.

For the record, you also didn't like children. But kids are easier to handle. Their minds are, for the most part, straight forward. They don't hide their intention. They don't pretend they like you when they actually don't. They don't over-calculate every facets of their life. They don't weight the benefits of the social interactions they have with other children. They are manageable. That’s why you became a teacher.

An outstanding teacher, they called you.

A place in the middle of nowhere like your hometown, all you need to do to become an 'outstanding' teacher is to keep the class relatively non-disruptive, and to make sure few to none of your students get below-average scores. That was enough for the school board. And you were good at that.

Ms.Y/L/N is really nice and sweet. Ms.Y/L/N doesn't force me speak in front of the class. Ms.Y/L/N doesn't give us too much homework. That was enough for the children. And you were also good at that.

But she was a little of a pushover, isn't she. They said. Always so emotionally dependent on her boyfriend. Something like that.

Your life was easy, and uneventful to put it lightly.

"I'm sorry, can we work this out somehow?"

You sat on the train, trying to keep your voice down as the other passengers were minding their own business.

So, your boyfriend said he wanted to 'take a break', and you were dead sure he meant it. To be honest, you would agree with him instantly if you weren't trying to keep your pushover image. You didn't even remember half the things you two said to each other. All you could recall was that you sounded like you were on the verge of crying and he kept apologizing none stop, saying it wouldn't work out between them. Poor guy. He seemed to feel really bad for breaking up with you, the ever-loving woman.

You finally ended your call and sighed in relief. That was when you felt someone looking at you. You looked up and there he was, standing right there on the opposite side of subway car. Your eyes met and your stomach twisted a little bit. His eyes were intense. The man realized you were looking and immediately averted his gaze. He appeared to be slightly flustered for having stared at a stranger.

What was his name again? Ah-

You looked away after registering his face in your head. Sometimes it’s an actor, other times it’s a talk show host. It wasn't strange to spot a familiar face around this part of the city so you didn't think about it too much. And that was that for the interaction between you and him.

You went back to the rented condo for faculty members. You flopped on the bed but you couldn't sleep. Your brain is filled with the blue eyes of the man on the train. Sure he was very attractive, but it wasn't because of that, not entirely at least. There was something about the way he looked at you that sent chills down your spine. It scares you. It excites you.

Oh, forget it.

You thought to yourself and pulled the blanket over your chest. You had to wake up early tomorrow for the charity event and you needed enough sleep to make sure none of your kids would smear paint onto whatever unlucky celebrities were invited to be there. Outstanding teacher, remember? You have a reputation to keep.

****

Something was on Jake’s mind this entire afternoon, and he couldn’t seem to shake it off.

There was this woman he saw on the subway. Her boyfriend was breaking up with her it appeared. Jake pinched the crease between his brows. He really didn't mean to stare at her. But God, the way her voice sounded. It was soft and timid, she was practically begging the other person to give her another chance. She seemed to be devastated enough, though there was something that didn't seem to add up. But he couldn't care about it that much.

Her voice plagued his mind. What would it be like if he was the one on the other end of that conversation? To have her so dependent on him?

Jake exhaled sharply. He didn't enjoy the thought of his own feelings being influenced by another person like this. Not one bit.

It was only a stranger. He told himself. A face among thousands of faces he saw everyday. He was probably too pent up with the recent schedule. He just needed some forms of release and tomorrow she would be gone from his head.

[ewankoseyo]

lunch cute || bambam imagine

A/N: An anon requested a number from a writing challenge a while ago, but I accidentally deleted the ask :’ccc BUT here it is anyways. Partially based off the “got7 as crushes you have” that I did. Please enjoy!

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89. “You’re not interested, are you?”

You weren’t unpopular. But it also wasn’t like you had a constant stream of people lining down the block just to be in your presence. You had a small tight-knit circle of friends and got on well with the classmates you knew, but it was the last year of high school. Everyone knew that cliques and friend groups were established in the first year, and you only ever joined a new friend group in the years following if you were a transfer student trying to find your place.

Other than that, everyone knew where they belonged and knew who didn’t belong with them. Fraternizing with anyone outside of your friend group at this point in high school wasn’t necessarily discouraged, but it wasn’t welcomed either. So when one of your friends had suggested that you ask Bambam out on a date, you had just looked back at them like they had two heads.

“But you talk about him all the time,” your friend stated as they stabbed a piece of salad. “Every lunch, it’s always ‘in math today Bambam said this’ or ‘in math today Bambam did that.’ I don’t remember ever subscribing to the Bambam Daily.”

“You’re so dumb.”

“Hey! All I’m saying is that with the way you keep talking about him, I’m surprised you’re not already a thing.”

They talk as if such a thing was so easy.

“Because we aren’t a thing. And we won’t be,” you clarified as you opened your carton of milk. “We just have assigned seats next to each other in math, that’s all.”

“But you want it to be more, don’t you?”

You quirked an eyebrow at them. “Oh, and I suppose if I say yes, you’ll want me to march over to him right now and ask him out?” You nudged your head in the direction of where the boy in question was sitting.

Bambam and his six closest friends were seated in the center of the cafeteria. Now they were a tight group everyone wanted to get in on but knew they had no place in it. They were the cliché “most popular boys in school.” You had Jaebum, the handsome student body president, supported by his right-hand man and the top 1% of the top 5% of the graduating class, VP Jinyoung. There was Mark, the transfer student from America who had all the girls swooning over his English and was also the MVP of the volleyball team. Jackson, captain of the basketball team and founding member of the fencing team, was the guy that everyone seemed to have a story about. Youngjae was the best singer in the school choir and scored the lead role in nearly every school musical. Yugyeom was the leader of the school dance team and even won first place in the regional dance competition last year.

Then there was Bambam. Fashionable, extra, unpredictable, and loud Bambam. The one who always asks you for a pencil in class because he forgot his. Actually there’s really nothing school-related in his backpack. But he makes it up to you by making you laugh throughout the boring math lesson. Sometimes he leaves funny doodles for you in the corner of your notes and secretly takes snaps of the both you with silly filters. You wish math class was longer just so you could spend more time with him. That Bambam. 

You sighed as you returned your gaze from the powerhouse group of boys back to your friend, now looking at you expectantly.

“There’s a reason why we’ve been sitting in the same spot for lunch since the first year of high school.”

——

“...and that’s it for today’s lesson. Please be sure to review the formulas from last week for tomorrow’s quiz.” Your classmates groaned simultaneously at your teacher’s parting reminder as they packed up their things and slowly funneled out of class for lunch. “Mr. Bhuwakul, just so you know, tomorrow’s quiz is an individual quiz, not a group quiz. You can’t talk to your partner during the quiz, just like how you shouldn’t be talking to them as I am teaching a lesson. Especially if it has nothing to do with what the class is learning.”

“Will do, sir,” Bambam answered next to you with a mini salute, sporting his signature mischievous smile. Your teacher just sighed before turning his back to you two to erase the board. 

After packing up, you got up and pushed in your chair. “Well, see ya tomorrow Bambam.” 

“Wait!” Bambam had leapt out of his seat to grab hold of your hand. You looked back at him, meeting his eager expression. “Are you going to eat lunch right now?”

“Yes...?” You answered slowly, looking down at your lunch bag. 

“Would you like to join me for lunch?” 

“Pardon?”

Bambam pointed at you before pointing back at himself. “You, me.” He made a gesture as if scooping something into his mouth. “Eat together.”

“Yes I understood that but,” you looked around you, afraid someone was secretly listening to your conversation, before whispering. “...is that even allowed?”

Bambam simply laughed before taking your hand again and gently pulling you along with him. 

You could have easily shaken yourself out of his hold. You two never talked outside of class and you only shared math together. Why did he suddenly want to each lunch with you?

But you let him pull you along because you were curious. And you couldn’t deny the butterflies fluttering around in your stomach from his hand enveloping yours. It was soft yet strong, feeling like it was always meant to be there. You would let him lead you to the ends of the earth if it meant he’d never let go.

Walking with Bambam was nice because while you tended to get tossed around in the crowd during the lunch rush, Bambam’s tall and broad figure allowed you both to plow through everyone. You noticed students in the hallways staring and whispering to one another as you two passed them by, but Bambam paid them no mind. He might have been used to the attention, but you sure weren’t, hanging your head low so people couldn’t really see your face.

More classes began to let out and in the midst of the lunch rush, your hand slipped out of Bambam’s and you’d completely lost him. You looked up, attempting to see the familiar mop of brown hair in the sea of heads but to no avail. Feeling students push and shove passed you as you stood there searching, you decided to keep moving, soldiering on in the direction of the cafeteria with a depressed sigh. Lunch with Bambam sounded nice, in theory.

Suddenly you felt an arm wrap your shoulders. You looked up to see Bambam grinning at you playfully. The sun seemed to peak right behind his head, giving him a halo effect.

“Did you think you could lose me that easily?”

You just shook your head at him, not trusting your voice to form a proper sentence. With a light squeeze of your shoulder, he continued to guide you through the crowd. You subconsciously leaned closer to his side to avoid the masses, inadvertently catching a whiff of his cologne. Bambam seemed to have noticed you slowing down and tightened his grip on you slightly. Soon found yourselves in the courtyard next to the gym that students rarely opted to eat in. He lead you to one of the patio tables and took a seat, motioning for you to sit as well.

“So what’s for lunch today?” Bambam asked, taking out a sack from his backpack.

“Uh, chicken and rice,” you replied as you peaked into your lunch bag.

“Did your mom pack it for you?”

“Yes.”

It was quiet as the two of you dug into your meals, shooting each other short smiles in between bites. You wanted to say something but didn’t know where to start. Your conversations in math class were never anything of actual substance, usually sparked by something funny one of you noticed in the class, resulting with the both of you in a heap of giggles you’d try to keep down.

Now was your chance to really get to know him.

“Bambam?”

“Hmm?”

You stifled back a laugh at his caught expression. He had just taken a huge bite of his sandwich when you called him.

“Don’t you usually eat lunch with your friends?”

“Are you saying we’re not friends?” Bambam smirked as he swallowed his food.

You could feel the blush creeping to your cheeks. “No! I mean—no, not what I’m saying. But you usually eat with Jaebum and the other boys.”

“Well that’s usually, but today I wanted to eat with you.”

“Oh. Well, why?”

He shrugged, taking another bite. “I don’t know, just felt like eating with someone cute.” You nearly choked on your food from this, earning a snicker from Bambam. He just handed you your water bottle and waited patiently for you to get out of your coughing fit before continuing. “I also realized that I wanted to hang out with you for longer than 50 minutes a day and without getting in trouble...if that’s okay with you?” His smirk had disappeared, now looking at you bashfully.

You returned the smile as you met his gaze. “Of course it is, otherwise I wouldn’t have come along with you.”

Bambam breathed a sigh of relief. “Good, because even though everyone gushes over my friends, I think they’re too butt UGLY to eat with.”

“Hey!” You giggled at this. “You guys know you’re like the most handsome guys at school. Jackson’s a freaking model on the side!”

Bambam’s cheeks met the corners of his eyes, he couldn’t stop smiling at you. He decided to press on. Maybe he’d get to hear you laugh some more if he did?

“Well if you like him so much, why don’t you go and eat lunch with him instead?”

You two continued on going back and forth like that for the rest of the lunch period. Bambam made you rank from lowest to highest who you thought was the most handsome out of him and his friends, sulking playfully when you ranked him as second most handsome (“I said, if you like Jackson so much, just go and eat lunch with him instead!”) He told you funny stories about each of his friends, in an attempt to tear them off the pedestal that everyone seemed to put them on, and likewise he asked about you and your friends. You were in the middle of telling him a story about how you’d lost your friends at a carnival when you noticed he was just staring at you, no longer showing any response to what you were saying.

“...apparently there was an idol there so I got caught up in a mob and—oh sorry, you’re not interested, are you? I know my stories can be pretty boring... ”

Bambam, just realizing he had been staring at you, vehemently shook his head. “No! You’re not boring at all, I just...like the sound of your voice, is all.”

Suddenly the bell rung, signaling the end of the lunch period. Bambam got up to toss his trash and pack up his things. You were frozen in your spot, trying to comprehend his words. Bambam was just throwing curve balls at you left and right today! The boy simply chuckled at you once again.

“As cute as I find your wide-eyed expression, we need to get to class.”

Your jaw was practically on the floor. “Wait wha—”

“C’mon, I’ll walk you to your class.”

“But my class is on the other side of campus,” you stated worriedly.

But Bambam didn’t care that he’d be running late, silently lacing his fingers through yours again with a smile and leading you in the opposite direction of his next class. He’d walk with you across the universe if it meant your hand would be in his along the way.

Because it was always meant to be there.

——

[thatyanderecritic]

The Forbidden Game (Series)

Title: The Forbidden Game (series)

Media: Novel, Written by L. J. Smith

Yandere(s): Julian

Yandere Scale: 3/5

Criticism written by: Kai

Editor: Julie

The Review:

Hey there everyone. Kai here. I’m back with another review for you all. Originally, I wasn’t planning to make a review this week. I was going to answer questions normally and do “quicky reviews” for recommendations we receive. That was the current plan when I first saw the Forbidden Game anon. But when I did my research on the series and found out who the author was, I thought I should give the author some respect and give a proper review. You may or may not know this but L. J. Smith was the author of some popular supernatural young adult books that I’m sure everyone will know once I state their names. The Secret Circle series, the Night World series, and her most popular series: The Vampire Diaries.

Personally, I was into the Night World series back in middle school. I found L. J. Smith’s writing to be surprisingly enjoyable and her female protagonists to be actually bearable. This might be a surprise to some but I was just as salty of a critic back when I was younger. I was just more energized to actually consume media instead of reading the wiki like what Julie and I do now. That being said, I found some of her books to be passable for my picky tastes. One of the biggest thing about L. J. Smith’s writing that I liked was her wide variety for female protagonists. Some were hits and other were misses… but that was the good thing. While she did have some protagonists that were dumb as a board or overly emotional, like other young adult books, she did have some female protagonists that have some common sense and intelligence. Were these ideal female protagonists? Eh… no but they were above average. Some even close to being pretty good. Why am I saying this? Well… I have some inkling to believe that the female protagonist in this series to be somewhat decent. I hope. Well… let’s get into the review shall we?

To summarize the series as a whole, our female protagonist, Jenny, has to play dangerous games made by the villain and the series yandere, Julian, if she wants to she her and her friends alive. Each book is basically a repeat of the same story progression of “Jenny’s friends are in danger and the only way to save them is to beat Julian’s games.” But with each book, there’s some suppose character development for everyone… IDK I just read the wiki and this is what I got out of the summary for all three books.

But anyways, the deal with Julian is that he’s a supernatural creature called “the Shadow Man”. The shadow man is basically the literal embodiment of “nightmares” and causes people to face their biggest fear. Shadow men are basically evil creatures but don’t worry, Julian is a surprisingly decent dude when it comes to our female protagonist. You see, Julian met Jenny when she was child. He fell in love with her compassion and innocence at that moment and decided to watch over her. Julian basically acted like her guardian angel and waited for Jenny to grow up; so he can take her as a bride. But uh oh! When Jenny became a teenager, she started dating this guy named Tom; making Julian jealous. Julian decided to take matters into his own hands and started making a plot to ultimately win Jenny. Since Julian is a Shadow Man, he has to handle this issue by his “people’s rules”. That rule being that he has to play a game with his victims. Hence the whole plot development in this series of having Jenny and her friends play these dangerous games so that Julian can finally take Jenny away. But of course, that never happens and Jenny ultimately wins… killing Julian in the end.

Some of you might be wondering why I gave Julian a 3/5. Besides the fact that I just read the wiki on this series (which causes me to be unable to give Julian a perfect score) I have some things about him that bother me. One of the biggest thing is that Julian is willing to hurt or even kill Jenny in these games to come out victorious. That’s just “sadistic yandere” territory right there but I suppose Julian is an evil being. Another thing that got me to scratch my head is why Julian put Jenny through this death game. Like seriously… what was he expecting and how was this going to make her love him back? But I guess he is technically following a rule he’s bound too. Also using this game to give Jenny a chance to escape him… There’s also how Julian is extremely protective of Jenny when it comes to outside forces that he doesn’t control in the game. Well… I’m sure everyone sees my issue with Julian. The biggest being the dangers that he puts Jenny through.

But anyways, I’m surprise to say this but… I do recommend people in reading this series (if you have the time). If I didn’t have a busy life, I would actually read this book. It actually sounds interesting. I should mention that L. J. Smith’s writing is rather cheesy and very “teen fiction”-y. But besides that, it should be able to hold your attention (I hope).

Overall Score: 6/10

[welllpthisishappening]

Ok... so I went to the Winter Classic today (and my first ever NHL game). I’m not sure if you’ve done a Winter Classic one shot but I would adore one from the Blue Line series, preferably with Killian being the one who is playing.(Sorry, my favorite parts of your series focus on his hockey play and Emma’s lovey reactions to said hockey play.) It was just such a fun atmosphere, despite that I ended my day not being able to feel my toes.

Anon, that is the best kind of first NHL game ever! I hope your toes have recovered. And, seriously, never apologize for enjoy something. Especially when you’re telling me it’s something I wrote. That’s, like, the best. Ever. So there’s a bit in The PyeongChang Triple where the Rangers play in the Winter Classic at Yankee Stadium, but it’s all pre-game and from Emma’s POV. So here’s some game action, Killian’s POV and Emma inevitably being into him playing hockey.

“How many times do you think Arthur can use the phrase pucks to net before his tongue just falls off?”

Killian did his best not to let Arthur hear his answering laugh, but that only led to the air getting caught in his lungs and it was so goddamn cold he could barely hold his stick.

He refused to think about the state his toes were in.

Will winked conspiratorially – or, at least tried, the whole movement slightly exaggerated and vaguely absurd and Phillip’s shoulders were shaking with the effort of staying quiet. Robin wasn’t even trying.

And Arthur couldn’t possibly glare at all of them at once.

“Are you done?” he asked pointedly, eyebrows pulled low and a twist to his mouth that was probably going to freeze that way. It was so cold.

Will shrugged. “I mean—I guess I kind of have to be right? That’s how timeouts work?”

“In theory,” Robin mumbled, and Arthur did a fairly good job of glaring straight at him. He didn’t look all that put out by it. “C’mon, Arthur. We know how the game works.”

Arthur’s expression didn’t change, but his grip on the white board in his hand tightened just a bit. He inhaled sharply, which probably didn’t feel all that great considering the temperature of the air around them and probably something about the wind chill and for a team facing a one-goal deficit midway through the third period, they were all rather chipper.

It was probably playing because they were playing outside.

There was something about that same temperature and wind chill that did something very specific to a bunch of very adult, professional hockey players – made them feel younger and fresh-faced and certain they could win a game because they’d won every game they’d ever played on ponds and outdoor rinks and a one-goal deficit, simply, made it that much more exciting.

As long as they got pucks to the net.

“It will only work if you win the goddamn face-off, Locksley,” Arthur hissed, and if he narrowed his eyes anymore he was never going to be able to open them again.

“Your lack of faith is astounding.”

“Your face-off percentage this period is dismal.”

Will let out a low whistle, eyes flashing towards Killian again and he knew he was going to regret pressing the tip of his tongue to the corner of his mouth, but he couldn’t quite come to terms with the actual butterflies in his stomach and it wasn’t nerves. It was excitement and the way his cheeks burned when the wind blew a particular direction out of left field because they were playing in Yankee Stadium and his kids were there and they were absolutely going to win.

“Were we actually going to talk about the play?” Phillip asked, resting half his weight on his stick and the other half on Robin’s back. “Because the ref looks like he wants to kill us.”

“Just Arthur, probably,” Killian amended. “He’d get fined if he killed us.”

Will’s laugh was loud enough that they probably heard it in the bleachers.

Arthur blinked. “Pucks to—“

“—Wait, wait,” Will interrupted. “Is there more than one puck?”

They probably heard the snap of the white board in the bleachers too. Killian wasn’t even sure if they sold tickets in the bleachers. He’d have to ask Emma. Once they won.

They were totally going to win.

“You’d get fined if you killed Scarlet too,” Killian said, flashing Arthur a grin that even he knew was almost too confident. Arthur grimaced.

“I’d almost be willing to pay it.”

“Hey,” Will snapped, but Arthur waved him off and someone had already handed him a new white board. 

“Alright, well, now that we’ve fucked around—“ He sighed, a frustrated nod when the ref blew his whistle. “Right, right, fine—yes! Locksley, you better win the goddamn face-off or I’m going to tell Rol that you’re the worst player on this team—“

“Wow, ok,” Robin grumbled while Phillip muttered several pointed curses under his breath. Killian seriously could not feel his toes.

Arthur wasn’t done. “Win the face-off, get the puck to the point. Scarlet don’t miss your set up and Jones redirects into the net. Simple.”

“Simple,” Will echoed, tapping the blade of his stick against Killian’s leg. He couldn’t feel it.

“Pucks to net.”

“All those multiple pucks on the ice.”

“Hey, Arthur,” Robin cut in, moving away from the boards when the ref blew the whistle again and the Caps players were already standing in the circle in their zone. “If Cap misses the redirect, you going to trash talk him to his kids? Fair’s only fair.”

Arthur rolled his eyes.

“Maybe you’re the one with a lack of faith,” Killian muttered.

“And,” Will added, drifting back towards the blue line with a smile on his face, “if you think Dr. J would ever believe that Cap is anything except the greatest hockey player to ever lace up skates then you’ve got another thing coming.”

“What about Peggy?”

“The actual baby? Who doesn’t speak?”

“Please,” Robin said, crouching in the middle of the circle and every single Caps player on the ice probably thought they were insane. “That kid already knows more about hockey than some grown adults.”

“Most grown adults,” Killian grinned. The Caps winger on his right gaped at him – and bumped against his side, skates digging into the ice and stick twisting in his hand. And it took, exactly, one slightly painful deep breath to realize what he was doing. “Oh, you’re trying to jump in front of me aren’t you?”

The winger – Volokov, or so his jersey claimed, but Killian figured the jersey wouldn’t lie – chuckled with something that was presumably supposed to be confidence and Killian glanced at Will. He nodded.

“So you’ve been watching tape, huh?” Killian asked. “That’s good. Preparation’s always key in big games like this.”

When he’d first started playing hockey he’d been quite a bit smaller than just about everyone else on his team and everyone else he played against and, more often than not, that led to teammates and opponents, in equal measure, believing they could push him around. Literally, metaphorically, the whole nine yards.

That was the wrong cliché.

And for awhile it had worked. He’d gotten pushed and prodded and checked more times than he could count, a walking bruise for the first few games of his career – until Anna dragged him onto the ice, started a fight and told him to take care of yourself out there and, well, that was that. So he stopped getting pushed and started checking back, learned Liam’s technique without getting whistled for it, and, maybe most importantly, started talking.

It wasn’t ever anything bad, was only ever occasionally in English, but it was a habit that grew when he was in juniors and became part of him when he was at Minnesota and if playing outside felt like a call back to all of that, the beginnings and learning curves and figuring out how to get position in front of the net, then Killian figured it only made sense to start chirping a little bit.

The butterflies in his stomach had evolved into something that felt a bit more like joy. He really liked playing hockey. He really liked playing hockey outside.

With his kids watching. And his wife.

They were totally going to win.

“You do the same thing every time, Jones,” Volokov said, still jockeying for position and he was wobbling on his skates a bit. Killian could just barely make out Phillip’s laugh from the other side of the circle. “You’re going to drop back towards the net, get the pass and juke around the nearest guy.”

Killian hummed. “That’s really impressive.”

“Same thing. Every time. Predictable.”

“Yeah, yeah, I guess it would be if you’re just watching film. That’s—you know, that’s commendable. Good prep.”

Volokov moved again, an exhale that was almost as good as scoring because it meant the talk was working and Robin won the face-off clean. “But, uh, if you’ve been watching a lot of film and, well, you’re going to want to watch this too,” Killian said, pushing off his skate and Volokov barely had a chance to react, let alone move.

Killian’s stick didn’t leave the ice, head up and eyes wide and it was impossible to hear anything over the pounding of his heart in his ears.

And it didn’t take Will long to shoot, an almost-clear lane from the blue line – a flick of his stick and a blur of a puck and Killian spun as soon as he heard it land, twisting his wrists as quickly as he could. The goalie didn’t move. He hardly even flinched.

The puck went under his right pad.

The light went off.

And Killian heard that over everything else, the screams and the hands on the glass behind him, his own cry sounding scratchy and emotional and he was going to be sore for days because it was, honestly, so goddamn cold, but he couldn’t think about that when he spun around, blue jerseys flying towards him. His back collided with the boards – what might have been actual fireworks going off because this was the Winter Classic and they hadn’t won yet, but it was looking better every minute and it was always important to back up the trash talk.

“You’ll probably want to see what went wrong there after the game,” Killian called after Volokov, the letters on the back of his jersey twisted as he skated back towards the bench. “Maybe do some reflex work during the All-Star break or something.”

Will threw his whole head back when he laughed, Phillip’s mouth dropping open and Robin didn’t look remotely surprised. “Scathing, Cap,” he muttered, yanking on the front of his jersey and directing them towards an already-frustrated that they didn’t score quicker Arthur.

“I’m really good at screening the net.”

“Say that during post.”

Killian grinned – and didn’t say that during post because he hadn’t scored the game-winner and most of the New York media contingent was circled around Robin, both Roland and Henry flanking him in front of his locker, smiles on their faces and matching Locksley jerseys.

“Yeah, yeah,” he said, waving his hands through the air and Will kept making the world’s most ridiculous noises every time a different reporter asked him a question. “You know, the whole thing opened up and you get that little slice of net and you have to—“

“—If he says put pucks to net, I will walk over there and strangle him myself,” Will promised.

Killian leaned back, tugging the league-mended Winter Classic hats they had to wear further over his ears. “You know, I never really understood that saying. It’s kind of obvious isn’t?”

“The multiple pucks in a game that requires only one?”

“Nah, nah, wouldn’t you want to get the puck to the net? Like as much as possible?”

“You’re getting existential on me, Cap.”

“Look at you and the post-game vocabulary.”

“I’m trying to attract the press too,” Will said, shifting the bag of ice taped to the side of his leg. “Make myself more appealing to clickbait headlines.”

“Will Scarlet, premiere talker with non-cliché quotes?”

“I’d click it.”

Killian laughed, leaning back and he knew they were there before he actually saw him. The dad screech helped too. So did the three-year-old flinging himself across the last few feet of locker room, head colliding with Killian’s collarbone and Emma mumbled something that sounded like can’t even stop on land under her breath.

She had the hat on too.

“Dad, Dad, Dad,” Matt continued, climbing onto his lap and standing on his legs, a slightly precarious balancing act, particularly after Killian had notched something like eighteen minutes on the ice.

Will moved – a hand hanging in the air behind Matt. “Slow down, Dr. J,” he said. “We’re not going anywhere.”

“It’s because you didn’t score the game-winner,” Robin yelled, both Henry and Roland cheering in surround-sound.

“That was subtle,” Killian muttered. He wrapped his arm around Matt’s waist, glancing up at a smiling Emma with slightly red cheeks and a baby in her arms and Peggy was absolutely sleeping through post. “Did she—“

“—Missed the whole third period, actually,” Emma said. “She’s got a habit of sleeping through your goals, you know.”

“I’m going to try not to take that personally.”

“I think she’s gunning for one-on-one film sessions, so maybe it’s actually a compliment.”

“Or an attempt to keep ruining our sleep schedule.”

“That’s definitely it.”

“You guys putting a lot of thought into the kid’s diabolical methods, huh?” Will asked, but Matt had spent a good amount of time with both him and the Mills-Lockley family in the last three months and sleep was still a bit of a foreign concept to Peggy.

Emma shrugged. “I’m sure she will eventually be very impressed by the goal. Was that a shot or a pass?”

“Little of column A, little of column B.”

She nodded knowingly, eyes flitting back towards Killian with a look that made several different muscles twist and contract and he winced when Matt stepped on what he was sure would eventually be a very impressive bruise.

“Dad,” Matt whined again, dragging the word out until it sounded like an entire lineup announcement. Or several online articles with decidedly clickbait headlines. Killian tightened his hold.

“Yeah, kid.”

“Can we do that shot too?”

He wasn’t entirely surprised – had watched his kid race Roland and Henry pre-game and spent most of his free-time practicing a shot that was getting pretty damn good for a three-year-old – but the question never failed to make his pulse stutter and his heart grow and the muscles in Killian’s face objected to the size of his smile.

The muscles in his thigh were probably never going to recover either.

“Yeah,” he said, tugging his kid closer to his chest. The kid did not appreciate that. “We can definitely do that.”

“Now?”

“Give him a second to recover from this one first, Mattie,” Emma said, and he was certain her eyes got brighter when he stared at her. Several journalists grumbled when Will’s cackle presumably messed up their quotes.

“Should I be offended by that too, Swan?” Killian asked. She shook her head.

“Not when you keep destroying opposing wingers like that.”

“Sounds kind of violent.”

“Eh or just hockey.”

“Little of column A, little of column B.”

She pressed her tongue to the inside of his cheek and he couldn’t really think when she did that normally, so it was impossible to consider anything except this and them and the rest of their lives in some enormous, wonderful way when she was wearing his number and holding their, somehow, still sleeping daughter and he’d almost regained feeling in most of his toes.

Will gagged. “That’s plagiarism, Cap. Stealing my clickbait quotes.”

“Are we suggesting that clickbait is a good thing now?” Emma asked, Peggy making noise in her arms and it was inevitable.

“When I am the bait.”

“Jeez, Scarlet, that doesn’t even make any sense,” Robin said, finally free of the post-game media horde. “And, you know, I can give you some more tips on scoring goals, Matt. Plus face-offs.”

“This is going to get very old very quickly,” Killian groaned.

“I’m also offering to watch your kid later this week, Cap. Because honestly if Peg’s coming up with ways to make sure you and Em don’t sleep, it seems like my duty to combat that somehow.”

“You’re a benevolent teammate.”

“Good word,” Will murmured.

Matt twisted, another body part slamming into something that was definitely bruised or hadn’t quite recovered from the cold yet and—“Can I, Dad?”

Killian glanced at Emma. She nodded again. “Sure,” he said, and it took just about every ounce of energy he had left to stand up with Matt clinging to his side. “And—“

Matt’s eyes widened when he saw what Killian was reaching for, a puck he probably wasn’t supposed to have, but made Kristof save and they were very good at stealing things anyway. Tradition, or whatever.

“Mine?” Matt whispered, a reverence to his voice that a three-year-old could not possibly understand.

“For good luck. And goals.”

Matt flung his arms around Killian’s neck. Someone definitely took a picture.

And it took just about every parenting trick both Killian and Emma were aware of to get him to let go of it later that night, moving it onto the shelf above his bed because that was, apparently, for good luck too.

“Makes perfect sense to me,” Killian said, flicking off the light and the game replay was already on the TV. Emma did that thing with her mouth again, Peggy squirming in her hold. It was distracting. Both things, really. “You know,” he continued, dropping next to her on the couch and she definitely moved closer. “I think you might be the one who wants to rewatch the goal, Swan.”

“Nah.”

“Nah?”

“What did I just say?” Killian hummed, pressing a kiss to the top of her hair and they’d zoomed in on him during the face-off. “And what did you say? I couldn’t—it was difficult to see during the game.”

“This is not doing you any favors about making me believe you aren’t just constantly watching me play.”

“That was the world’s most convoluted sentence.”

“And that wasn’t a contradiction.”

Emma clicked her tongue, but there was a distinct lack of frustration there and it wasn’t really easy to kiss her, even when she twisted a bit more and tilted her head up towards him. They made it work. With a clearly unimpressed baby moving between them.

“If you’re waiting for that, you might be painfully disappointed,” Emma mumbled against his mouth.

“Flirt.”

“It was a ridiculous deflection. C’mon, I’ve been dying to know what you said to that guy all day.”

“You could have asked, love.”

“Is that not what I’m doing?”

Killian made another noise, something like an agreement and being ridiculously in love with his wife. “This is a very good point. He was talking and watching film apparently and—��

“—Wait, wait, watching film?”

“If you’re going to interrupt, I’m never going to get to the good part of the story.” Emma grumbled, another twist and turn and her legs draped over his. That made it easier to kiss her hair. “Anyway, he was talking about how predictable I was off set plays in the zone, and uh—well, he was very wrong.”

“But what did you say?”

He told her. And the answering sound she made was so full of joy and happiness and everything that Killian briefly wondered if it would be possible to bottle it up and hoard it simply so he could remember the moment for the rest of his life.

He probably wouldn’t have to.

Particularly when she stopped making that same sound so she could kiss him – hard. Peggy didn’t appreciate that either.

And they watched the goal more than once, Emma rewinding the replay and mumbling compliments under her breath and Killian called her a flirt more than once, but that only made her lick her lips and her eyes brighten and Peggy fell asleep eventually.

Emma’s phone dinged, hours later in the dark of their room with Killian’s arm wrapped around her waist, and he wasn’t particularly pleased when she moved.

“What’s the matter, Swan?” he asked, the words barely audible with her hair in his face.

She didn’t answer at first, laughing instead and if he wasn’t so exhausted he probably would have heard the slight sniffle.

“Swan.”

“Nothing,” Emma said, putting the phone back on the nightstand with a soft thump. “Nothing’s wrong.”

He made her send him the picture the next morning – and hung it in his locker.

[pacman-tattoo]

For the prompt thing:42 and boyf riends

thank you, nonny! (it’s a soulmate au because i’m l a m e)

(also theres language)

(also my apologies i’ve never written for bmc and this isnt the best aaaa sorry anon)

( 42. “I don’t know if I should kiss you or slapyou.”  )

          The fact that everyone with a soulmate was born with a word or a string of words somewhere on their body was common knowledge. Everyone knew that these words stood as the first phrase soulmates would say to each other. For Michael Mell, those words rested on the inside of his left forearm: “I don’t know if I should kiss you or slap you.” Of course, this left questions to what he did to make someone say that to him upon meeting him - although it was almost too good to be true that these words be so damn specific. So he didn’t worry too much - or at least, he was pretty damn good at hiding the small seeds of worry that maybe he’d never meet this soulmate.

          So he took each day as it came, the way that anyone could with such a specific phrase could. Waiting. He was only a junior anyway - some people didn’t meet their soulmates until they were in their late sixties and, as his parents put it, “that’s fine, honey, it’ll be okay if you don’t meet your soulmate.”

          Michael would shrug off their words and go out until maybe they’d stop thinking about whether he’d meet his soulmate - or maybe until the thought didn’t weigh down his mind as much, because did his parents worry about it as much as he did? He doubted it. Sometimes he’d just wander aimlessly, but more often than not he’d end up at the arcade in the mall, keeping an eye on a couple of his high scores.

         And that was where his wandering took him one day.

         “Michael!”

         Or at least, almost did.

         Right outside of the arcade was one of those kiosks selling jewelry, usually where Brooke Lohst was found - as well as her soulmate, Chloe, who met her in a Pinkberry apparently. He’d bumped into her a few times before at school, and at some point they had learned each others names. And honestly, Michael didn’t mind - Brooke was nice.

          “Some kids kept complaining about this guy and the high scores earlier,” she said.

          Michael shrugged it off. “So?”

         “It’s the same guy,” she said.

          Ah, shit. Michael glanced back to the arcade. Not this fucker.

          Simple enough, the first name Michael saw on one of the games upon opening the high score board was SQUIP. Not this fucker. Again.

         Michael was used to people beating his high scores - heck, he appreciated it, and didn’t bother beating those scores until after they were reset. But this person, SQUIP (whose name still perplexed Michael, because what kind of a name is SQUIP, even as it’s probably just some stupid shit to avoid using whatever their real name was) had a tendency of not only beating his high score, but filling the screen up the entire screen with scores close to the top one, so the screen would just be filled from top to bottom with ‘SQUIP’ and a number. So Michael would retaliate with simply beating that score. It was stupid and petty, but he didn’t care - he’d had a couple of middle school kids thank him for it, apparently seeing this guy become pissed over this shit.

        So he wandered in and spent the next couple of hours beating a couple of the scores.

        He finished his last game and turned around, only to meet a tall boy who was somewhat gaping at the high score board behind him… Alright, so maybe he beat “SQUIP”‘s high score by a couple hundred points. And to someone who looked so geeky, that might have been a big thing.

        Michael shrugged it off. “Do you mind?“

        He snapped back to reality quickly, flustered. “I…I don’t know if I should kiss you or slap you,” he retaliated, leaning back, “I mean, jesus, you could have left me some room- then again, that was.. pretty awesome, I mean, just…” He rambled on for a moment, before noticing the stare that Michael had given him. “Uh… you alright, there?”

        “No. No, it’s just…” He reached to his sleeve, quickly pulling it back and holding out his arm. He watched the boy furrow his brow, looking down to Michael’s arm and reading over the words, before looking back to him.

        “I, uh, I don’t, eh- wait, just-” He stumbled, his cheeks growing warmer as he reached to the collar of his shirt, tugging it down to reveal the words “Do you mind?” above his collarbone.

        “So, uh… you’re SQUIP?”

        “Oh, fuck, no, I’m not, that’s somebody I know who’s just… been kind of a dick, and I was trying to beat his scores, and, uh, I guess I can’t… really do that now? Jesus, it’d take me all day to get that score…” He trailed off, eyes flickering to the game behind Michael before returning back to his face. He reached up and ran a hand through his hair, before finally realizing something and speaking softly, “I’m Jeremy, by the way.”

        “Michael.” 

[dreamsarefleeting]

could you do 29 + klaroline ,please?

Hi anon, I sure can! Hope you like it!

KC + “Come over here and make me.”

“We need two volunteers,” the president of the student council announced. Caroline wasn’t sure what they wanted a volunteer for again, but it wasn’t like she was going to do it anyway. 

Next to her Klaus Mikaelson poked her in the side and she swatted his hand away, turning to him to glare. She knew he just wanted her attention, but she was really trying to appear like she was listening. When he tried again she yelled out in frustration, “Klaus!”

“Caroline? So nice of you to volunteer Klaus. I assume that means you’re volunteering yourself as well.” She wrote down the names on her board. “Be sure to check with Mrs Deates for more information and the keys.” Before Caroline could protest, the president had already exited the room. “What did I just sign up for?” Caroline muttered dejectedly.

“A late night with me,” Klaus announced behind her. Looking rather pleased, even though she had accidentally got them both involved in some type of stupid task.

“In your dreams, buddy,” she said and turned back. She didn’t dislike Klaus, but somehow he was just one of those people with who she communicated better with in banter. Well technically he was the only one, but she was sure that was normal.

“In my dreams, fantasies and in a weird turn of events, in the gym,” Klaus joked. He smirked at her and leaned back in his chair. He hadn’t wanted either of them to get in trouble, just rile up the beautiful blonde beside him a little, but he could work with the circumstances.  

“Why would I ever be with you in the gym, late at night?” she asked confused. While she didn’t react on her staring in some of his fantasies (he had never made that a secret), the gym felt like a weird location for those.

“Because that’s what you just volunteered us for,” Klaus enlightened her. “They rented out the building for some night class, and we get to be the lucky bastards who get to clean up after them so that PE isn’t delayed tomorrow.”

 “Don’t we have cleaners for that?“ Caroline asked. Surely they weren’t allowed to use students for this.

“They get to set it up. Apparently, our school isn’t interested in asking them to return three hours later and do it all again.”

“Yay us,” Caroline muttered.

-

“OMG, Klaus!” Caroline exclaimed and jumped aside to avoid the ball he threw her way. “We’re supposed to remove the tables and chairs here. Not throw around PE supplies.”

“Well you look like you’re handling it pretty well on your own,” Klaus observed, checking out Caroline’s ass while she half bent to lift up one of the last remaining tables.

They had been in the gym since 9 PM, moving all tables and chairs back to the storage unit. When that was finished they needed to sweep the floors, lock up and go home. They had been busy for an hour already. At least Mrs Deates had informed them that this would count as extra credit, at least something good came out of this complete waste of time.

Klaus grabbed another one of the balls, a smaller tennis ball this time, and aimed at Caroline this time. He hit his mark and Caroline quickly turned around. “Seriously? Stop it!” she exclaimed, “We’ll never get out of here this way.”

“Who says I wanna,” he teased, checking Caroline out, “I mean being in the gym in the middle of the night? Kinda a once in a lifetime opportunity.”

“Like this is anything different from your normal evening. Alone and playing with your balls.” Caroline winced when she hears the words. She was talking about him playing on the football team but knew he wouldn’t interpret it that way. 

“You can play with my balls as well, Caroline,” Klaus retorted, smirking when she turned around. “All you have to do is ask.”

“Not going to happen,” she sang and continued her task.

Klaus watched her leave with a fond smile on his face. Maybe not yet, but one day he would get enough under her skin and she would finally admit what she wouldn’t yet. 

-

When she returned from storage, Caroline found Klaus with a basketball, playing around in the gym. “You’re not ever going to help, are you?” Caroline asked. Sure he had done most of the work for the first half, right until he announced he was finished and started playing around.

“You could come over here and make me,” Klaus challenged, while he aimed the basket in the net. He scored and watched the ball bounce off the ground before it rolled his way. Just when he was about to grab it, it was intercepted by Caroline.

Caroline grabbed the ball and moved back to the storage, determined to remove the ball before she was going to throw it at Klaus’ head. She had her back to Klaus and was surprised when she felt two arms around her waist. Before she could turn around, she was lifted off the ground and spun around. 

“Omg Klaus!” she shrieked, “Put me down!” She dropped the ball, using her hands to slap at his, but he didn’t budge. When she started to get dizzy he released her, and she stumbled away. Klaus caught her in his arms so she wouldn’t fall over.

“You’re infuriating,” she stated, looking up at him. She caught him staring at her lips and unconsciously bit her bottom lip. “You can’t just-” she never got to finish her sentence. Klaus mouth covered hers and silenced her.

His lips gently moved against hers. For a second, Caroline froze before she moved against him as well. She put his arms around his neck and pulled him closer. Caroline walked backwards, taking Klaus with her before she bumped against the last remaining table.

Klaus lifted her on the table and spread her legs so he could stand between them. They separated their kiss and looked at each other. “Still infuriating?” Klaus checked.

“Hmm,” Caroline hummed. “And annoying, and distracting and-” when she felt his fingers trace shapes in her neck she shivered, “and a surprisingly good kisser,” she admitted before she captured his lips with hers once more. They were never going to get ready with this pace, but she didn’t care. No one was going to be here for at least another 8 hours, and they needed the time to explore what was going on between them before they met in a classroom once more. She could feel Klaus toy with the buttons of her blouse and helped him open up the top one. And maybe they needed some time to explore each other as well.

Well, I’m sure we can all guess what happened next ;)