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Dane Rupert, Big Brother Canada, 2013

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Moments

Jessie Fleming x Reader

Summary: This is possibly the most meaningful moment of Jessie’s career. Even then, there are moments bigger than football. You deliver some big news to Jessie.

Warning: Mild language. Otherwise none. Fluff.

A/N: Jessie x Reader pregnancy announcement fic. Side note: I love this damn team. They never give up and I adore them for it.

“Elysse.”

The wind was almost knocked out of you as Jessie’s sister threw herself into your arms. Tears immediately sprung to your eyes as Jessie’s parents and brother surrounded you in a large embrace.

“We’re so glad you’re here,” Jessie’s mom said, her own eyes watery as you all slowly disentangled yourselves from one another.

“I wouldn’t miss it,” you told her as you wiped at the corner of your eye. “Not under these circumstances.”

You felt the wave of emotions you’d been struggling to process rise up once more. The drones. The scandal. The public doubts. The criticisms. The injustice. It was horrible. And you - Jessie, the team, felt powerless.

You weren’t supposed to be arriving in France until later, but given the pandemonium, you flew out early. You texted Elysse right away and soon enough you had it all coordinated.

Jessie, on the other hand, had no idea. It was normal for her to retreat almost entirely to the team during competitions of this caliber, especially now as captain. With the added scandal, she didn’t need more distractions. She had more than enough on her shoulders. You didn’t need her worrying about you leading up to this game with France.

But you had to be here. There was no way you’d miss this game. Win or lose, you’d be there by her side after the final whistle.

Besides. You had something to tell her. Something bigger than football. Bigger than this moment.

You were absolutely beside yourself all match. Your stomach was in your throat and you were literally on the edge of your seat. Minus the two times you and her family erupted out of your seats to celebrate Canada’s goals. Tears in your eyes as Jessie equalized and ran to her teammates. Then again when Vanessa slotted it home to seal the 3 points.

When the ref finally blew the final whistles, you were all on your feet again cheering and crying. It felt as satisfying as a gold medal match. You knew how gratifying and validating this win was for Jessie and the team; it was obvious.

The on-pitch celebrations began to transition as team members started climbing into the stands to see their families. Your throat tightened with emotion and you beamed as Jessie took the stairs two at a time.

Elysse tried to pull you forward, but you shook your head and gave her a small nudge, opting to stay concealed at the back of the group.

Jessie’s voice filled your head, immediately eliciting emotion as she threw her arms around her parents, then siblings, her head tucked down as always in an embrace until she came up for air and her eyes locked on you.

She stilled momentarily, blinking, a wide smile lingering on her lips as she registered your presence. You were about to speak when she threw herself forward, her arms wrapping tightly around you and she clutched you to her, tightening her grip on you several times as she held you desperately to her. You heard her start crying in your ear, her shoulders shaking and you felt your body immediately mirror hers.

“I didn’t know you’d be here,” she told you, her voice strained in your ear as she refused to let you go.

“I couldn’t miss this,” you told her. “There’s no way I was going to let you finish this match without me being here.”

Jessie finally pulled back to look at you, though keeping you in her embrace. Tears stained her red cheeks and she gave you a mild shake of her head.

“You didn’t need to come,” she told you, not very convincingly.

“Jessie,” you chided. She laughed and pulled you into another embrace, kissing you this time.

“You’re the best,” she declared, her voice wavering with emotion again. You gave her a wink as you wiped away a tear that rolled down her cheek.

“You married me for a reason, you know.”

She laughed and hugged you tightly once more.

“I’m pretty smart sometimes, aren’t I?” She joked.

You didn’t respond. Hardly even chuckling as your mind seesawed back and forth. You’d debated the timing of this since the moment you found out, and that debate had only heightened in light of recent developments.

Jessie pulled back, a smile still on her face as she studied you.

“Are you okay?” She asked lightly. You gazed into her deep brown eyes, full of love and devotion.

This was the moment.

“I’m so good,” you told her, your voice softer as you held her gaze. Her smile persisted, but she narrowed her eyes slightly at you and gave a curious laugh. You cupped her face and leaned in to give her a slow kiss. When you pulled back she smiled further, eyes idly searching your face.

“What did I do to deserve that?” She chuckled. You shot her a look.

“What didn’t you do?” You retorted with a smirk before taking a quick breath. “I would’ve been here for you during this game no matter what, but I also came to tell you something.”

At this, Jessie’s smile faded and her brow furrowed slightly as she grew serious. She seemed to steel herself slightly and she nodded for you to continue.

You smiled adoringly at her and cupped her face once more.

“Jessie,” you said and she stood still waiting intently. “I’m pregnant.”

You watched her just as intently, gauging her reaction. Her expression remained fixed and she stood there wordless, breathless, for a moment before her jaw dropped slightly as her eyes searched yours.

“You’re…we’re…I’m…” she stammered, her eyes still rapidly scanning you as a smile began to tug at her lips. You nodded, now beaming at her.

“I’m pregnant. We’re having a baby.”

This time the words set in and Jessie scooped you up into her arms, spinning you around, laughing brightly in your ear before gently setting you down. Her eyes were brimming with tears as she gave you a watery smile.

She continued to stammer, eyes fixed on you as she struggled to find the right words. Eventually she found them. Simple and true.

“I love you so much,” she said, voice wavering again with emotion. “I can’t believe this. We’re going to have a family.”

You laughed warmly as Jessie blinked back more tears.

“We are. And our baby is-“

“Our baby,” Jessie mouthed, lip trembling as tears began to fall once more. You chuckled, beyond endeared by her reaction and emotion, as you leaned in and kissed one of her tears.

“Our baby,” you repeated, “is so lucky to have you as a mom. I’m so grateful that they’ll have someone raising them and loving them - someone they can look up to - who is so passionate, and kind, and full of heart. Someone who led during an unthinkable time, and fought and didn’t give up - on herself or others - when it would’ve been so easy to. I couldn’t be prouder. And I know they’ll be so proud to call you their mom.”

Jessie let out a sob as she pulled you tightly into her arms again.

“I didn’t know if I should tell you now or not. I just-”

“Yes!” Jessie laughed as she pulled back, hands cupping your cheeks as she grinned. “Oh my god! Yes. I’m so glad you did.” She swallowed, steadying her emotions. “I actually think I’m going to be a little bothered that you didn’t tell me sooner, but we can deal with that later,” she went on with a smirk.

She stared at you lovingly, her thumb caressing your cheek. You idly noted that a lot of players had retreated to the locker room. You knew she’d have to go soon.

“I love you so much,” she repeated, voice growing tight again as she fought off another resurgence of emotion. “Thank you for telling me. This is so much bigger than all of this bullshit.” She paused before placing a hand gingerly, in wonder even, on your stomach. “This is what matters more than anything.”

You placed a hand over hers and gave a nod to the pitch.

“Regardless of what happens over the next week. You showed the world what this team, and what you, are made of.” You paused purposefully. “You’ve won already, Jess.”

She gently stroked your stomach with her thumb and smiled brightly at you.

“I really have,” she assured you. She gave you a wink and a quick kiss. “But I’m going to win us another medal.”

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Fucking Canada | Luke Hughes

Summary: Luke is out with an injury, Y/n is on break from school. Obviously, the only logical thing is for them to head down to Vancouver to visit Quinn.

Pairings: Luke Hughes x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Meantions of Anxiety, Drinking (drink responsibly kids), Some light suggestive content. Use of the name Mariana. Let me know if I missed anything!

Wc: 4.9k

This one's for @toasttt11, stay awesome 🫶🏼

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Luke had been been out with an injury for a week. And it was driving him insane. He had begged and begged the trainers to at least allow him on the ice with the team. He'd batted his long eyelashes and given them puppy dog eyes and the famous Hughes pout, yet somehow they resisted and firmly told him he was not to touch a pair of skates until after his two-week check up.

And that was only if his check-up came back all ok. So in his boredom, he flew down to Michigan to spend time with you, and then decided that as soon as your break started he was flying both of you down to Vancouver for the week, because fuck he missed his big brother.

He rolled his wrist around in its brace, and you smack him in the chest. "Stop doing that. You're gonna aggravate your wrist and make it worse."

"Baby, I swear its fine," he whined, "The trainers don't know what they're talking about."

You snort, and grab his arm, pinning it beneath your torso, being careful to ensure that the strained part of his wrist was not under you.

"Baby, please," he whined, tugging his arm gently. "Let me up,"

"Only if you promise to stop rolling your wrist." You glare.

"I promise" Luke mumbles shifting towards you to run his lips along your jaw. Your stomach flutters, pink dusts across your cheeks, and you let him go immediately. He leans on his elbows and kisses down your neck.

"Luke" you whisper breathlessly.

"Hmm" he hums, nipping at the sensitive skin along the column of your troat.

You bite your lip, debating telling him off. But kissing Luke is much much better than studying physiology, and you haven't had a break in a while. You slam your textbook shut, and all but kick it off the bed.

"You're such a menace," you huff, he wraps his uninjured arm around you, and drags himself fully on top of you, kissing gently down your neck.

"You know you love me," he grins.

"You're lucky I do, Hughes. Now get back to kissing me,"

"Yes ma'am," he chuckles, lips dancing along your collarbones.

There's a knock on your door and before you can tell whoever it is to fuck off, your roommate and best university friend; Mariana barges in.

"Enough sexy time, kids!" she says, ignoring the murderous glares both you and Luke throw her way, "If you still want a ride to the airport, we are leaving in ten." She walks out, leaving the door open. You sigh, nudging Luke with your shoulder, to get off of you. He pecks one last kiss to your cheek and rolls off you, pulling you to your feet so the two of you can get all your things together.

You slide your laptop into your bag, grab all your chargers, and make sure you have an extra set of headphones. Because God knows the worst thing that could possibly happen is being stuck on an airplane with no muisc. After double and triple checking that you have everything, Mariana ushers you out the door hurriedly.

The ride to the airport is nothing special. You and Mariana sit in the front while Luke is banished to the back. You stretch an arm back to hold his hand, and he leans his head on your seat to be closer to you.

"Have fun in Vancouver Babe," Mariana says giving you a tight parting hug, and kiss on the cheek.

"Better take care of my girl Hughes, or I'm coming for that other wrist" She threatens, giving Luke a hug. Luke laughs, patting Mariana's back.

"You know it, Mari," he grins, winking at you.

"Text me when you land, ok?" She says, squeezing your shoulder.

"I will. Thanks for the ride, Mar." You hive her one last squeeze goodbye and take Luke's hand as you head through the airport.

Everything goes smoothly, thank God, and soon you and Luke are boarded the plane. It's a fight over who takes the window seat. You think Luke should have it cause he has longer legs, and Luke thinks you should have it because you deserve the best seat.

After convincing Luke that as long as you're sitting beside him, you do have the best seat, he reluctantly takes the window seat. And makes sure to tell you that if you want to switch at any time, just tell him.

You nod, knowing that you absolutely won't be doing that, but what Luke doesn't know won't hurt him.  You're set to arrive just before Quinn's game tonight, which means that the two of you won't get to see him until later. After going through your mental checklist, making sure everything is organized, you stick your headphones in and rest your head on Luke's shoulder and promptly pass out.

Luke is shaking you awake gently when it's time to get off the plane. "Wake up, Baby, it's time to get going," he says softly.

You sigh, rubbing the tiredness from your eyes, "Alright lets go,"

You grab all of yours and Lukes belongings from the overhead compartment, much to his dismay. "Baby, let me help,"

"Luke Warren, I swear if you touch any of this luggage with that wrist, I'll chop it off," you say sternly. You hand him his backpack, and he slings it over his shoulder with a pout.

You grab his injured hand gently, lacing your fingers together as best as you can with his brace on, and head off the plane. As you step into the Uber, both your phones buzz with a text from Quinn.

Q: I left a key for you guys with the front desk, Luke just has to show some ID.

Q: You guys are coming to the game right?

Luke: Yep, excited to see you Q

You: Were just heading to your place now, to get settled and then we're on our way. See you soon!

Q: Excited to see you guys too.

You arrive at his apartment, and Luke shows his ID to the front desk, and they hand over the key. Quinn's apartment is nice, but it's so clean. It looks like a place out of a modern decor magazine, except for the photos of his family scattered here and there.

There's a two jerseys folded neatly on the bed with a sticky note that says 'Don't be a little bitch' on top. "Nope" Luke says as he immediately lays eyes on it, "I'm not wearing that, nither are you."

You roll your eyes at him, but don't argue. It makes sense that he wouldn't wear it. Players have a thing about not wearing another franchises merchandise. He unzips his suitcase and pulls out two black hoodies with white stitching that says Hughes 43 on the back. Except if you look carefully, the devils logo is stitched on the sleeve.

You shake your head with a smile and take the hoodie from him. "Let me just change into something better, and we'll head out."

Luke nods, digging around for a pair of jeans for himself.  The two of you make quick work of changing, and then you're on your way to the game. Quinn, smartly left the tickets under your name, lest someone spill the beans that Luke Hughes is in Vancouver to watch his brother play.

Your seats are right by the glass. When Quinn notices you, he skates over, unable to keep the smile off his face. "Bitches" he mouths with a smile, as he takes in the lack of Canuck blue in your outfits.

You grin and flash him a heart with your fingers while Luke flips him off, making sure he can see the devils logo on the sleeve. Quinn shakes his head at Luke and skates off to finish warm-ups.

Thankfully, no one really takes note of the interaction. Luke has a cap pulled low, so unless someone is really looking for Luke Hughes, then he shouldn't be recognized. The atmosphere is electric. Canadian hockey really hits differently.

The game is nerve-wracking, and for most of it, you and Luke are on the edges of your seats, grabbing at eachother hands, and slapping eachothers knees in excitement whenever something particular exciting happens. And when Quinn picks up a goal, the two of you are jumping and screaming.

The game ends with a canuck win, and as you two make your way down to the locker room to greet Quinn, you're chattering excitedly about all the good plays that were made. Especially Quinn's. He picked up a goal and three assists, making him the top point scorer of the game.

As he walks out of the locker room, he can't keep the smile off his face as he lands eyes on you and Luke. As much as he doesn't mind being on his own, seeing his family is always the best. You've been around the Hughes boys since you were growing up. From Toronto to Michigan. Your family's were really close and still are to this day.

He pulls you into a hug first, "Good to see you Y/n" he says, patting you on the back.

He goes to hug Luke, and in true brotherly fashion, he can't help but make a jab at him as does so. "I swear to God, you get taller every time I see you." Rather than standing on his tip toes to throw his arms around Lukes neck, he hooks his ankle around the back of Luke's knee and Luke's knees buckle.

Quinn catches him in a hug before he can hit the floor. You and Quinn are laughing, while Luke grumbles. He snatches Quinns hat off his head, making his hair stick up in every which way and holds it as high as he can. Quinn rolls his eyes, not taking the bait, and starts to walk.

Luke huffs and throws his hat back at him. "How did y'all get here?"

"Uber," you say, throwing an arm around Luke's waist as you walk. He drapes his arm around your shoulder, fingers brushing patters against your shoulder.

"The team is going out to celebrate. Do you guys wanna join, or do you want a ride home first?"

"Well, come with," Luke smiles, "Good game, dude, you made some nasty moves."

Pink dusts Quinn's cheeks, and he changes the conversation. "How's the wrist?"

Luke rolls his eyes, and before he can roll his wrist, you glare at him. "It's completely fucking fine."

"It's not" you say

"The trainers don't know what they are talking about." He mutters.

"They do" You add poking luke in the side.

Quinn scoffs, "Yes, im sure the people whose literal job it is to treat your injures don't know what they are talking about."

Luke pouts, "I can't believe my girl and my brother are ganging up on me like this,"

"Well, maybe if you weren't so stubborn." You and Quinn say simultaneously, looking at each other with a grin.

Luke grumbles unintelligiblly and Quinn throws his bags in this trunk. Luke takes the front seat, and this time, he's the one reaching his arm back to hold your hand. You smile, lacing your fingers together. Quinn rolls the eyes at the two of you with a smile.

The drive to the bar is filled with the light chatter of the three of you catching up about life. Unsurprisingly, Quinn has nothing interesting happening in his love life. The man eats, breathes, sleeps, and lives hockey. Luke teases him about becoming an old spinster while he glances at you lovingly. No doubt envisioning the magnificence that your lives will be together.

The bar is absolutely packed. Not surprisingly. It's a Friday night and the Canucks won. Some of the team is already there, in a roped off Vip area. They wave Quin over urgently. He grabs your hand and you grab Luke's so as not to get separated in the crowd of drunk people.

Quinn greets his teammates with hugs and back slaps and inside jokes. Some of them grin at you and Luke, wiggling their eyebrows at you and dragging Luke into hugs.

"So why are Mr. And Mrs. Huggy Jr. Here?" Brock asks, swirling the liquid in his glass.

Luke smiles at that, tracing his finger over the back of your left ring finger. "Luke is out injured, and I'm on a break from school," you shrug, playing with Luke's hand in yours.

"I'm going to get a refill," Luke hums, kissing the tip of your ear as he detangles himself from you, "want anything?"

"I'm good for now, baby," you say, kissing him on the cheek. When you turn back to the guys, they are all leaning close to you, batting their eyelashes like a group of High-school girls waiting to hear the latest drama about your crush.

Petey is the first to speak, "So when is he proposing?"

Millsy slaps him in the back of the head, "How is she supposed to know when he's proposing dumbass?"

"That man is so fucking whipped for you," Brock smirks, and you can't help the blush that colours your cheeks.

"You guys will have some cute babiess," Garland grins, just the slightest bit tipsy.

"Alright, alright, leave her alone. That's my sister-in-law you're bullying" Quinn says, coming to your rescue. He throws an arm around your shoulders, squeezing gently.

"You ok?" He asks quietly, the guys already forgetting the previous topic of conversation.

"Yeah, thanks Quinn," you smile, squeezing his hand back.

"Well, I'm absolutely beat, so I'm gonna go home. Do y'all wanna stay, or are you ready to head home?"

"We'll stay I think, me and Lukey are having fun, and I have yet to drag him to the dance floor. Are you ok to drive home?"

"Yeah, I haven't been drinking," Quinn says, smiling softly at your concern for him. "Sorry to leave y'all hanging."

"Don't worry about it, Quinn, we'll see you tomorrow. You played a good game, go get lots of rest," you smile, wrapping him in a quick hug.

He hugs you back and turns to address the guys. "I'm heading out if anyone wants a ride," Before the sentence fully leaves his mouth, Petey is practically throwing himself at Quinn. He stumbles into the two of you, and you both reach out to make sure he doesn't eat the floor. "I drank too much," he mumbles.

You laugh, patting his back, as Quinn stabilizes him. "I'm making you do bag skates next practice," Quinn says with entirely too much joy, as he practically half carries Petey out of the bar.

With Quinn gone, you dip out of the Vip section to find Luke, you spot him sitting at the bar, cheeks flushed, empty shot glasses littered suspiciously close to him. He's holding another glass that looks like soda, and there's a girl leaning much to close to him. He's leaning back slowly, looking very unimpressed.

Until he spots you. His megawatt lady killer smile appears as he all but pushes the other girl out of the way, and practically sprints to you, as well as someone can sprint in a crowded bar. Your hands rest on his arms, and you can smell the alcohol on his breath.

"Luke, are you ok?" You ask concerned, eyes flitting across his face, "have you been drinking?"

"Y/n!" He is way too giddy to be sober, "I know we said, we weren't drinking, but then I was sad about my wrist and someone said that the alcohol would make me feel better, so drank a little teeny tiny shot, and then another one cause somone got me another one, and then this group of girls asked me if I wanted to do shots with them, and I was gonna say no, but then they already ordered the shots and then-"

You cut off his drunk rambling, your voice laced with concern. "Luke baby, do you remember how many shots you took?" You ask, the calmness of your voice not giving way to the absolutely disastrous thoughts swimming in your head.

"Four, I think!" He grins, trying to count the glasses that were littered on the bar top in front of where he was sitting. There were five. Your eyes widen almost comically. He was barely gone for half an hour. He took five shots of straight alcohol in less than half an hour. Fuck.

Now it wasn't as if Luke hadn't drank before, undoubtedly he had. But definitely not that amount of alcohol in that span of time. Plus, it wasnt really recommended for professional athletes to drink anyways, so the amount of alcohol he'd consumed since the beginning of the season probably didn't even equate the amount that he'd drank tonight alone. Double Fuck.

And on top of all of that, Quinn had already left. "My wrist feels so much better!" Luke says happily, "I can take off my brace!" As he reaches for straps on his brace, you grab his hand.

"Absolutely not Luke." You lace your fingers with his to keep him from taking off his brace while you try to figure out what to do. Before you know what's happening, there's another full shot glass in front of you, and Luke is knocking it back. Triple Fuck.

"It burns," he pouts, shaking his head like he just ate something sour.

"Luke, how did you even get alcohol? we're underage!" The disbelief is evident in your voice.

The bartender hears your statement and decides that he'd better clear up that misconception before he gets into some kond of trouble. "No ma'am," he says, leaning over the counter. "I checked his ID, says he's twenty, that's legal"

Suddenly, you are very pissed that the bartender is telling you how old your own boyfriend is. Just as you're about to snap at him for clearly not being able to to his job correctly, if he thinks twenty is legal, you remember that you're no longer in the States.

You're in Canada. Fucking Canada. Racking your brain, you try to recall the legal age in British Columbia. You feel so stupid. It's nineteen. Ninteen year olds are legally allowed to drink in B.C. Luke is twenty. Fuck fuck fucking fuckitty fuck.

Before you sprial into a full-on panic, you take a deep breath. Luke is drunk out of his mind, and he needs to get home now, and you panicking will not help the situation. You slap your card down on the bar top and tell the bartender to close Luke's tab.

You don't trust Luke to be left to his own devices, so you sling his arm around your shoulder and half drag him to where you left your phone and purse with Brock. You gently guide Luke to sit on one of the chairs. He does so shakily and wraps one arm around your chest, pulling you flush against his body.

His knees are squeezing your hips, his fingers are tracing over your collarbones, and his face is tucked against your neck.

"Woah! is Huggy Jr. drunk?" Brock asks, grinning madly as he hands you your phone and purse.

"In the span of time that he disappeared, he took six fucking shots" you grumble, as you order an Uber to get home.

Brock almsot chokes on his drink. He stares wide eyes, "oh so he's fucking blackout," he takes his phone and snaps a photo of you and Luke. The glare that you send him is so murderous that if looks could kill he'd be six feet under.

"Sorry," he shrugs with a shit eating grin that says he's not sorry at all, "I need some proof of this for when he wakes up hating his life tomorrow."

"Alright, well, at least send it to me." You grumble, Brock laughs, and your phone buzzes with a notification from him immediately after. "And hey, please don't tell Quinn anything right now. He's probably home and in bed by now, and I don't wanna stress him out unnecessarily."

Brock nods, "Don't worry, kid, my lips are sealed." He sighs like an older brother, "if I was sober, i'd be driving you home."

"Oh Brock, don't worry about it. You guys had great games, and you deserve to celebrate. We'll be fine, I promise," you smile. Your heart melts a little, you've only met the canucks a few times but from the instant that you did they treated you like family.

"Alright, alright, just let me know when you're home safe, I'll feel much better."

"You got it, Brocky," you smile, standing on your tip toes to give him a friendly kiss on the cheek. Brock grins like a school boy who just got a kiss from his crush. Thankfully, drunk Luke doesn't decide to make an appearance. Otherwise, he might have absolutely decked Brock in the face.

Not that he would've succeeded, based on how drunk he is. You're almost sure he's fallen asleep. Until his lips start moving against your neck. Quadruple fuck. You have to bite your lip to keep from moaning out loud as he nips at your throat with so much care you'd think he was fully sober.

His fingers start to make patterns along your collarbones, dipping lower toward the curve of your breasts. You don't want him to stop.

"Luke," you whisper desperately, laying your head atop his gently.

His hum of response reverberates against your skin, and pleasure melts down your spine, stomach fluttering.

"Luke," you try again, voice strained as his teeth screen against the sensitive spot between your neck and shoulder, "not here baby, we're in public."

" 's go home" he murmers into your skin, "wanna fuck my pretty girl."

Your cheeks go red faster than you thought possible. What a time to find out Luke is a horny drunk.

"Luke," his name is a prayer on your lips. The fingers of his injured hand burn as they press into your waist.

" 'm starvin for you baby," he mumbles, the tips of his fingers brushing under the waistband of your jeans.

Heat coils in your stomach, and you bite your lip to keep a whimper from spilling from your lips. As if some Devine power is on your side, you get a notification that your Uber has arrived.

"Our ride is here." Your voice is practically a squeak.

"Want you to ride me." Luke says, and you can feel his lips turn up into a smirk against your skin. You have to cover your mouth with your hand. Luke chuckles darkly. "Pretty girl has to cover her mouth so everyone doesn't know what a dirty girl she is." he hums nosing at your neck. If you're here any longer, you might actually combust. You make sure you have everything because you can quite literally never return to this bar every again.

You help pull Luke out of his chair and drape one of his arms over your shoulder. You wrap your arm around his waist to keep him steady. "Gonna eat you up when we're alone," he mutters, his grin all teeth. He's so fucking beautiful it makes your troat go dry.

You're blushing like a school girl as you help him out of the bar. He's leaning most of his weight on you while he whispers dirty things in your ear. You're surprised that you even manage to get him out of the bar on your own, mainly because his comments are making you weak in the knees. And partially because he's a 6'2, 185-pound man.

You successfully get him into the backseat and give the driver Quinns address. Thank God he lives close. A ten minute drive at most. But unfortunately for you, it feels like hours.  Because Luke had been very perceptive as to how his advances were making you react and continues them with no mercy.

"So pretty f' me" he mumbles, hand trailing up your thigh, lips fluttering over your neck, "gonna let me fuck you pretty girl?"

"Not here, Luke," You whisper, grabbing his hand. You kiss the back of his knuckles and looks at you with such desire in his eyes it takes every ounce of self control not strip and let him fuck you in the back seat of this random car. Your eyes flick to the driver and you swallow the nervous lump in your throat, and say a prayer for forgiveness as your lips trail up his hand.

You close your lips over two of his fingers, and he groans, his head falling against your shoulder. "Gotta be quiet, baby," you murmer, squeezing his knee with one hand before closing your lips back over his fingers.

"m' quiet, m' quiet," he murmers against your neck. Then he's grinding his hips against yours, and there's a whimper caught in your throat. The car comes to a stop in front of Quinns building, and you are hopping out of the car like it's on fire and dragging Luke out behind you.

He stumbles into your back, an arm wrapping around your waist, his lips reattach to your neck, and you can't help the moan that slips out. As soon as the elevator door shuts, Luke pins you to the wall with a knee between your legs, and you drag him down for a desperate kiss.

He tastes like alcohol and cinnamon and home. And you never want to let him go. Then he's hissing with fire, a yearning, pleading fire as he grinds his hips against yours. All you want to do is let him have his way, but he's so so drunk. And no matter how many years the two of you have been dating, and how many times you've slept together, you made your decision way back at the bar that you wouldn't go further than kissing and grinding.

The elevator opens on Quinns floor, and the two of you stumble out. You pat your pockets for the keys to his apartment, and fuck- they aren't there. They must have gotten left in his car on the way to the bar.

You knock on the door nervously. One hand wrapped around Luke's waist, and the other braced against his chest. His uninjured hand is tracing up and down your side and in a way that makes it hard not to squirm as he places tender kisses along your jaw.

Quinn opens the door, looking oh so tired, a toothbrush hanging half out of his mouth. Clearly, he didn't expect you back so soon. His eyes go wide at the sight in front of him, and he resists the urge to gag, lest his toothbrush fall out of his mouth.

"Whad da fack!" He exclaims, spitting into the kitchen sink and closing the apartment door behind you. "Is he drunk?"

"Yes, just let me get him into bed, and I'll explain," you say urgently.

"Only going to bed if you're coming with me," he murmers, squeezing your hip, "need m' pretty girl."

"Do you have advil?" You ask Quinn, ignoring Luke's statement, Quinn wisely chooses not to comment as he grabs advil and a glass of water.

You deposit luke on the bed, huffing from his weight. He pulls you down with a smirk. "Wait, baby, let me get your clothes," you say quickly.

Luke wiggles his eyebrows and lets you undress him. You strip him of his jeans and t-shirt leaving him in his boxers. "Be good and drink this for me," you say, sliding the advil into his mouth.

"I'm good for you, baby," he mutters after he swallows.

"So good for me," you assured as he slipped under the blanket. As soon as his head hits the pillow, his eyes are fluttering. " 'm tir'd."

You stroke his hair back from his forehead softly. "I know, baby, I know,"

"Still want you," he pouted.

"I know, baby, and you'll have me tomorrow. It's sleep time now, ok?"

"Mm'kay," he mumbles, barely audible. You stroke his hair and mutter sweet nothings to him as he falls asleep. You change into a pair of sweats and one of Luke's devils' hoodies before shutting the bedroom door with a quiet click.

Quinn is sitting on the couch, with two mugs of steaming tea. You flop onto the couch, leaning your back against the armrest and tucking your feet under his legs. He hands you a mug of tea, and you take it gratefully, holding it close to your face and letting the steam warm you.

"So what the fuck happened?" Quinn questions.

"After you left, Luke still wasn't back and I went to find him, I don't know what really happened on his end, but he said he was sad about his wrist, and someone convinced him alchool would make it better." You sigh, taking a sip of your tea.

"Anyways, by the time I got him, he had had six shots in the span of a half hour."

Quinns eyes practically bulge out of his head. He looks like he's running calculations in his head, and his jaw drops. "I know," you grimace, "I'm sorry, I should've watched him better, I knew he wasn't happy about his wrist, and I let him -"

"How did he even get drinks?" Quinn asks, "He's not 21."

"Hush, Y/n, it's not your fault. He's a big boy he knows what he's doing." Quinn says softly, drawing you into his arms.

"Quinn, you don't feel bad either, ok?" You say softly knowing Quinn is beating himself up on the inside. He sighs, purses his lips and doesn't say anything for a long minute.

"It's Canada," you mutter like that explains everything. And to Quinn, it does explain it all.

"Fucking Canada" he mutters shaking his head.

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Hi guys!! I was very excited while writing this, so I hope y'all like it. Comment comment comment! I love comments, I wanna hear all your thoughts! They always make my day a bit brighter.

On that note, I'm going on a bit of a writing break for a week-ish cause schools getting a bit busy with midterms and final papers and whatnot. I'll still be active, tho (unless i feel like it's distracting, then I might fall off the face of the earth for a bit).

Anyways, with that, I hope y'all have a lovely, lovely evening. Love Soph ♡

[fsugirl1]

Some days are so big…so PACKED with content…so unexpectedly swoon-worthy that they demand an edition of

⭐️ FSU’s Occasional Newsletter ⭐️

Is That An Earthquake Or Are You Just Happy To See Me?

The day began with a vague disturbance. Was it seismic activity? Inbox tomfoolery? A very happy birthday wake up for @lila-rae?

That last one is between her and Mr LR but

Bottom line: we could sense something coming.

It’s Not The Size Of The Entourage, It’s What You Do With It

We knew Tom was in Scotland and we figured it might be for golf but we did not know until this morning that he brought every single one of his brothers and best mates. So many of his closest dudes in one place made us 🤔

Lord knows he’s a generous friend and his circle is tight, but we wondered what they might be celebrating?

The delulu? It was percolating.

Our Italian Romance: Starring Tomdaya 🎥

We were already abuzz and the delulu was bountiful on the dash when suddenly the most cinematic and romantic photos of our favorite couple dropped. We learned they were canoodling at the gorgeous Castillo di Reschio, with such romantic activities as pasta-making (watch those fingers, Z!) and horseback riding.

And if that wasn’t enough, A POOL DATE. Both of them sunkissed and beautiful, reading books and looking like the movie stars they are.

No, your eyes don’t deceive you. They did switch books. 🫠

Every single one of us immediately wondered why our partners weren’t offering to read aloud to us in the pool at an Italian castle. But then, who hasn’t wondered that at least once?

Dad Said His Tea Was Cold But We Say It Was Piping Hot

As if we weren’t all twitterpated enough from the Italian romcom baecation pics, Zendaya’s Father In Law Dom felt like we needed a glimpse into their everyday life at home. He shared that the newest member of the Coleman-Holland family, Daphne the dog, is a “beautiful” addition to the clan and that her youthful energy has found a fast friend in her aunt Rosie, who is just a year older. Big brother and recent outcast (banished to live with Uncle Darnell, what did he do?) was said to be too old to enjoy the young pups.

Dom was feeling chatty I guess because he didn’t stop there. He went on to share that Zendaya had recently joined Nikki and Dom for dinner at the local pub.

He further said that Granny Tess, siblings, cousins, all the boys and “the dogs” would soon be accompanying him and Nikki on an anniversary celebration trip to Portugal. Dare we hope for more family photos?

Even if we don’t, that’s another bingo square, baby.

Aunt May Has Shipped It For Years

To top off the content-crazy, your favorite aunt and mine, Marisa Tomei, said at an event in Canada that one of her favorite parts of her Spider Man experience was watching Tom and Zendaya grow up and “fall in love.” 🥰

That face she’s making? The I can’t take it they’re so cute face? We were all wearing it. Even the strongest soldiers among us were grinning and kicking their feet. (We saw you, don’t try to deny it!)

While we await word from the pixel analysts on what people starring in their own epic love story read to each other on vacation, and while we bask in all the little details that make the story more real and more beautiful every day, let’s take a moment as I close to appreciate just how hot Zendaya’s back is in this dinner photo.

Until next time, remember my friends: be kind to each other. I love you. I’m wishing that each of you will find the one who thinks reading to you in the pool (Italian or otherwise) is the most perfect day.

And I hope your birthday is as filled with happy surprises as @lila-rae found hers for the third year in a row!

[gadriezmannsgirl]

Not Like Others -P.G (1)

I know I took a lot of posting this but I hope the wait was worth it... I'm starting my new semester at Uni and I'm really busy learning the units, doing homeworks and stuffs, I've taken a little bit of advantage to post and be active this week since the first week is always quieter, doing the welcome and those things, so here it is.

This may be a little boring but it is needed to understand what will happen and everything in the next chapters

Feedback is highly appreaciated, please! Let me know what you think!!

|Chapter II| |Chapter III|

Summary: When you get the chance of meeting Pablo Gavi, you don't seem to react as the rest of people would do and that attracts him to you

January 17th, 2023

“Here we are” Your dad, Armando Santos, spoke with a big smile “Welcome to Barcelona, Spain” He introduced as you only looked at the pretty much empty, airport

“Gorgeous” Gregorio, your two years older brother said in fake excitement as you chuckled a little, your dad turned around looking at him narrowing his eyes “The airport’s nice!”

“Déjate de hostias, hombre. No has visto la verdadera belleza” (Stop joking around, youngman. You haven’t seen the real beauty) Your dad said with a heavy Spanish accent, making your mom, Cristina Aguilar, raise her eyebrows

“Already into the mood? Good” You laughed once more

“Stop it, señorita” Your dad said getting over to tickle you but you walked backwards and pushed his hands down when some yellings grabbed yours and your family’s attention. There was a light group of girls, screaming with their phones up.

“Can’t we go back to Canada? People here looks a bit crazy”

“You’re Spanish too” Gregorio said as you pushed him lightly while laughing “They must be fangirls or something”

“Is some singer coming here?” You ask “Harry Styles? Taylor Swift? Ed Sheeran? Coldplay? Lasso? Myke Towers? Maluma?”

“None of those, right now”

“Actors?” You ask “If Tom Hiddleston is there, I’ll make a way in it too”

“You’re not making a way inside anything” Your mom said as you raise your hands up

“I’m joking” You started walking towards your luggage “Or am I?”

“Y/N!” You laughed lightly

“I will not” You say and after a few seconds yawned “Joder, I’m so tired” You whined “So jetlagged I just wanna sleep through my whole college degree and wake up to my graduation day” You felt Gregorio laugh openly

“Get the nice pics; touch that diploma and go to sleep again?” You nod excited with a smile on

“And the party, never forget the party” He ruffled your hair “¡Hey! Gotta look pretty after this whole stressing out thing”

“You always look pretty but I think that’s not how it works” Your mom laughed lightly, grabbing your three years old brother’s hand, Mauricio “, sorry to ruin that dream of yours” You groan lightly stomping your feet in the airport ground, the yells intensified

“Joder, ¿Pero qué carajos estará pasando ahí?” (Fuck, but what the hell is going on there?) Armando replied impressed with the yelling

“Mejor será que nos vayamos. Mauricio can cry at any given minute” (It’s the best if we leave) Cristina said guiding you to start walking

“Y/N” Your dad called you as you turned around to face him “Don’t you worry, I thought the same thing too when I was in Uni” He winks at you as you smile “But sadly after I graduated it, I wanted to go at it again. Those always are the good times” He said as you lifted your eyebrows up, not believing that.

How does stressing out and having no time to even shower sometimes is good times?

“What? I was a nerd, yes. But a cool one, I always got out on parties and at the same time got those one hundred on my grades? That’s one of a kind. How do you think I got your mom?” You laugh shaking your head as your mom pinched your dad making him laugh lightly “Let’s go, we gotta go home so we can take a good and well deserved nap before readjusting ourselves here” He said as you kept on walking

You just landed from Canada after a whole seven hours flight to your home, the place you were born in, your beautiful Barcelona. The same Barcelona you had to leave when you were barely four years old to move all the way to Canada because of your parent’s job and after fourteen years over there, after a whole life created, you were moving back where you started. You were moving back home.

A home where you didn’t knew a single thing of about, you didn’t know the Catalans streets but still you always loved seeing pictures of them on your parents photographic albums.

Good thing is that your parent’s never allowed you or your brother to forget your Hispanics roots, often while being on the house in Canada, speaking in Spanish or a really deep Spanglish where only the fourth of you could really understand it. You also know the basics of Catalan and you are able to maintain a conversation if the person talking to you is speaking really slowly and/or doesn’t have any problems of repeating itself a few times but you indeed could speak Catalan.

The fact you had to learn and adjust to this place made you both excited and nervous, Barcelona was big and you could easily get lost in the city, plus the fact you didn’t know anyone else here besides your family from your dad’s side was terrifying you. And you to get to know your Uni, making friends, lots of learning were about to come and you were about to come out of your body, feeling like collapsing from just the thought of it.

“How do we have a car here?” Gregorio asked

“Maybe because you have grandparents here?” You heard the so known voice of your grandmother, Estella

“Lila!” You yelled out with happiness on your voice going over to hug the not-so-old but not-so-young lady, excited as she welcomed you in her tight and warm grip

“How was the flight?” She asked after hugging and inspecting you whole from top to bottom

“Tiring” You said “At least I spend it good, slept a bit and read this new book I got, unlike Grego, who had a kid behind him and apparently was kicking him”

“That freaking bastard” He cursed under his breath as you laugh lightly “I really wanted to punch the kid”

“Watch that mouth, youngman. Violence is never good and only brings you more problems” El abuelo, Enrique spoke nodding a few times as he spoke with a smile on, he opened his arms for Gregorio to get in his hold “You’re almost as tall as me”

“That’s not much, dad” Your dad smiled causing you to laugh as the abuelo lifted his eyebrows at him

“We’re gonna talk about this at home” The abuelo said before laughing and bringing your dad into a hug

“Cristina, you’re looking fantastic”

“I can say the same thing for you, Estella” Your mom hugged your grandma, as your felt a tug on your hand, you looked down and saw your little brother, Mauricio pushing his arms out for you and you picked him up placing him in your hip.

He was looking behind him and a few times, you had to readjust your hold on him since he was being moody and moving around a lot

“Mau, para” You said looking at him and catched him looking behind himself, you looked towards he was looking and met the eyes of a boy, who was with other guys and who must be around your age, with brown hair, big eyes and his face was in a frown. You couldn’t see him properly because as soon as you looked over to him, he turned his gaze away.

And Mauricio who pulled at your necklace brought your attention, completely forgetting about the guy. “Así no, Mau; me lastimas. Be careful” (Not like that, Mau; you’re hurting me) You said bouncing the boy as he giggled and that catched your grandma’s attention

“This is the little one!” She exclaimed looking over to Mauricio who buried his head into your neck shy “I’m abuelita, mi amor!” She smiled getting closer to you as you encouraged the young one to look at the lady and once he did, he was laughing in her arms.

Your dad and granddad seemed to forget about the fact they were on an airport entrance as they chatted for a few minutes, you felt someone looking at you and turned around watching this time, two guys along the same one from earlier looking at you, you brushed them off and looked towards your mom.

Weird.

Spanish people so far, were really weird. Yourself, included.

“Someone already have admirers?” She had noticed as you smiled

“You wish” You shake your head and suppressed a yawn    

“Let’s go home?” She noticed as you smiled thanking her “We can keep the chat at home, met you there?” The olderly couple nodded and you saw your abuelo give your dad some keys.

“House and car” He pronounced each one as your dad smiled

“Thanks, dad. We’ll see you there” And with that they left to their car as your dad went to what it seemed to be, now, his car.

“Ready for our new chapter in Barcelona?” Your dad asks as both your hermano and you

You were opposed by the idea of leaving what it seemed your place for forever, your old house, your streets, your friends, your team, your whole life behind, but soon, realized you only left it behind if you allow yourself to forget it and you weren’t going to. And they weren't going to forget you either. Eventually you made peace with the fact of this new and big change for you, even if you weren’t so fond of changes and saw the good side of it and finally could see yourself settling into your real place. In your Barcelona.

So, as your dad asked, you looked at your brother and he looked back at you, smiling, you nodded at each other.

“We’re Ready”

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Taglist: @gaviypedrisbride @stuckinaf4nfiction @elijahslover @azzpenswrld

I'm planning to do a taglist for Not Like Others, if you want to be there, comment a little "NLO taglist, please" and I will know that you wanna be included in it and you will be. Like I said in the beggining, I truly hope you guys like it, please let me know what you think. Feedback is really important to me because it lets me know you like my works, it helps me with writing and makes me feel nice knowing all the effort I put in these little stories is worth it. With this being said, I read you guys, take care!

[slafkovskys]

i’m not sure if you have anything that plays with the grumpy x sunshine fort f thing but all i can picture is jamie not even being against his sister and mact (because i can’t picture jamie with a bad bone in his body) but rather he’s just worried about how different they are?

like mact is just this confident, kinda stoic man, and his sister is like sunshine (sometimes feisty sunshine) embodied and he’s just concerned

and then he sees them together and he’s like “oooh. maybe this will work.”

-🎪

jamie drysdale has had to see mason mctavish a lot that summer.

don’t get him wrong, mason was a friend. a teammate. he had a lot of respect for the guy and would never utter a bad word about him, but he often wondered why he had to choose his sister.

they wouldn’t tell him when they got together, but he knew it happened some point during the season because by the time they returned to canada for the summer, the two were inseparable. mason had pretty much taken up permanent residence at his parents house (seriously, the guy got mail there the other day) and now had his own mug in the cupboard. jamie wanted to ask if his own mother missed him, but he refrained.

he just doesn’t understand why-

he hears the heavy sound of the wooden gate slamming shut and he watches as- oh? he watches as a smile tugs at the corner of mason’s lips as his younger sister makes his way up the stairs. mason pushes his chair away from the table, eyes twinkling in the fairy lights as she enthusiastically waves her hands, “sorry i’m late. we got slammed right before i was supposed to leave, so i had to take an extra table.”

“not like we were waiting for the birthday girl to be here to blow out the candles on her cake or anything,” carly teases the girl who not-so-subtly flips up her middle finger at her blonde best friend.

she wraps her arms around mason, pushing herself up on her converse clad feet to press a quick kiss to his lips before tucking herself into his chest, “what did i miss?”

“nothing much. like carly said, couldn’t really start without you,” he teases gently. he presses a quick kiss to her temple when she turns to thank someone for coming, still wrapped tightly around his body, “have you eaten?”

“i had lunch and ray made me some cheese fries before i left,” she hums. ray, a cook at her summer waitressing job who was old enough to be her father, always made sure everyone ate no matter what. mason hadn’t been thrilled at the idea of her picking a shift on her birthday, but she insisted on how good her tips would be as she clipped the birthday girl ribbon to the tank top with the restaurant's logo plastered on the front. that tank top was hidden now, covered along with the bike shorts by a too big team canada hoodie that (based on the number on the arm) could only belong to one guy. she pokes at his chest, “plus, i was promised by both my brother and my boyfriend that i would have the cook out of my dreams.”

“food’s in the kitchen, princess gets first dibs,” jamie raises his drink to the girl, “happy birthday.”

“thank you, jay. seriously, but i want to sit down for like five minutes first. everyone else can go ahead, but you better save me a hamburger!” she calls as their friends trample in through the open patio door. she allows herself to be pulled down on mason’s lap with a sigh, “i lied, i don’t know if i can get up now. you’re comfy.”

“guess i’ll just have to carry you around for the rest of the night, hm?” mason’s tone is teasing as his fingers drum at her thigh.

“i definitely wouldn’t object to that.”

and that’s when it clicks for jamie, when it’s just the three of them out there and he’s a silent witness to their conversation. while she loved people and enjoyed being a light, mason just tolerated everyone except for her and it was obvious in his actions. how attentive he was, how he looked for her in every room, how he was always attached to her like a magnet.

they may be opposites, but they were made for each other.

[onyichii]

I went Geek Psycho 100

So I bought a few things from the Ankama shop and I just wanted to say my ass is such a geek for this! Back when I was broker than I am now, I used to want to order from their shop but that shipping cost gave me a dirty look. It looked at me like I was a poor. Which I was… but damn. Now that have a few more dollars I’m okay with the shipping as long as I’m getting my worth (plus shipping from this book store in Canada cost as much as shipping from France. So that made it okay with me as well).

Okay so here is what I got…

Yes…I bought the Yumalia necklace. It’s cute and reflective. If this shit fades in a week of wear I’m gonna be pissed. Because a necklace of this price—$70–should last long. They better have gotten a jewelry expert to test the craftsmanship (though I doubt it). I still think it’d be a good emblem for the new Sadida kingdom.

I ordered the Amalia tofu but they sent me Adamai. He’s cute too but not what I ordered. I want my Amalia Tofu.

So I sent a Missing Item Help Request and have not gotten a response. It's been over 7 days, and I hope they reply. I expect a response this week since France had a 2 day holiday last week. But that would be triflin' if they ghost me.

I was just adding whatever to my cart at this point because if I’m paying $30 in shipping I gotta have a ton of stuff in there (that’s my logic). I like foxes and recall this character from s2 of Wakfu… I think. So into the cart he went.

I got the god Ecaflip piggy bank. I was just browsing the shop to see what they had because they didn’t have anything Wakfu that interested me. And this caught my eye. They had two versions but were sold out of the other version. And the other version is so cute ⬇️

I already have a coin bank!

Yup—the pig from Toy Story! He holds my coin well! Now he and Ecaflip can hold them together! I might start putting my foreign money in Ecaflip or USA dollar coins (which exist but are rare). I have two USA dollar coins because i conned them from my brother. He acquired them from a store but didn’t know what they were. he just thought it was change …but I knew. the moment I saw them, I knew! Muhahaha! I told him after he gave it to me! 😈

I also got free goods!

I wasn’t expecting the bag to be this big!!!!

They give you measurements of the bag but I didn’t convert it to US metrics and just assumed it was standard size. I am 5 feet 9 inches (175 cm). This bag covers most of my torso.

I guess I’m set grocery shopping now! This will be my one trip bag!

Lastly, I got this key chain.

I think it’s ugly…. But it was free so I took it.

Ankama gives you a code to get the bag and keychain for free. They’ll send it via email if you leave something in your cart. They'll email you and try to seduce you to buy it.

The Wakfu category of the Ankama shop was not “giving” to me. I wanted more stuff from the animated series like stickers, art prints, and etc of the cast. Maybe even a cool class hoodie.

They did have Waven stickers of the classes you can play as. I would have bought one if they had Sadida on there but they did not.

[wosowrites]

Canadian Wonders (Jessie Fleming x Reader)

Warnings: None

A/N: This is so cute my heart melts for jessie

Prompt: Reader is australian, and has never seen a lot of snow before. So Jessie takes her to her home town to meet her family and have a traditional Canadian winter.

When you’ve lived in the land down under for 20 years, and then move to play for a huge club like Chelsea at 21, a lot of things take adjusting. But somehow, it wasn’t the intense training, or the new people, that was the biggest adjustment. It was the weather. You never went to university, not being a big scholar and being raised in a broken home with little money. Instead, you opted to go pro right away. You went pro in 2020, and was relieved to know you would have another aussie at the club with you. You and Sam Kerr had been playing together since you were 15 and she was 18. Soon enough, you got known as a pretty dynamic duo, arriving to winter practices in huge puffy coats, and covered head to toe. You were both strikers, and Emma loved playing you both at the top. In a bit over two years, you both reached your 100th game for Chelsea, having collected between the both of you, 169 goals and 32 assists.

In the middle of 2020, you met Jessie Fleming.

You both started dating in 2021, and 2 years later, you were still going strong. Jessie finally decided she wanted you to meet her family in person, and see her home town. So, in january of 2023, you hoped on a plane to London, Ontario. And you thought London, England was cold…

You stepped out of the small London, Ontario airport, the freezing cold hitting you right away. "I told you to put a coat on baby," Jessie said, laughing at your shocked face. "I didn’t think it would be this cold!" You said, shivering. "I warned you!" Jessie said, opening her long winter coat. You quickly dropped your bag at your feet and abandoned your suitcase, putting your arms around her and feeling the comfort of her body. Jessie closed the big coat around the both of you, kissing the top of your head.

You were taller than her only by an inch, but in your cold state, you were hunched over to stay warm.

"How quickly is Eylsse gonna get here?" You whined. "Just texted her, she’ll be here in- oh there she is." Jessie said.

You reluctantly left the comfort of your girlfriends body, pulling away and seeing Elysse and Tristan driving up in the family subaru. You saw the pure joy in their eyes, the happiness of seeing their sister. You felt happy for Jessie, happy she had that bond with her siblings, but also sad that yours hadn’t reached out to you in years.

Tristan and Elysse stepped out of the car, Elysse running up to Jessie and jumping in her arms. Tristan seemed more reserved, more like Jessie, so you opted for a simple handshake. "It’s nice to meet you in person, you’re taller than you seem on family facetimes." Tristan says. "Don’t lie to me," you laughed, knowing very well you were not tall. "Hey, Elysse!" You said. She hugged you tightly, smiling at you wildly. "I love your nose piercing, oh my god it looks so good on you! I’ve always wanted one but I don’t know if it would suit me." You say to Elysse. "You should get one! I know a really good guy if you want!" Elysse said, smiling at you. "I’ll think about it. Let’s just please get out of the cold." You said, grabbing both yours and Jessie’s luggage and bringing it to the car.

"Did you not tell your aussie girlfriend to wear a coat in Canada?" Elysse laughed, addressing her sister. "I did! She didn’t listen!" Jessie answered, watching as her girlfriend and brother put the luggage in the trunk. "She’s a gentleman," Elysse said, smiling. "You haven’t seen anything yet."

———

Michaele and John Fleming met you with open arms. Literally. The Fleming’s were warm, and inviting, the house smelled like fresh food and slightly of paint. You had all finished eating supper, a meal cooked to perfection by both Jessie’s parents, and were now sitting in the living room.

"I’m so happy you all managed to get time off work and school." Michaele said, pouring you a cup of coffee. "Me too, it’s really nice here." You said, thanking her with a nod for the warm drink. "You haven’t even hiked yet." Jessie told you. "Hiking? It’s too cold to hike." You said, shocked people went outside willingly in this weather. "Is not. In fact, that’s our first activity."

It was known to everyone that Jessie loved order. So when she told you that she had specific activities planned, you weren’t at all suprised.

"Tomorrow morning, 5:00 am, sunrise hike. Then skating on the mountain, then I want to bring you to a really cute coffee shop and show you my elementary school." Jessie said. "5:00 am!" You said, but we’re ignored. "Don’t forget your appointment! You’re getting a nose ring at 5:00 pm tomorrow." Elysse said.

It was true, the youngest Fleming had convinced you to go for it. Worse case scenario, you didn’t like it and let the hole close.

"How could I forget? Just you and me for that one, Els?" You asked her. "Yeah, mum and I are making supper. We’re only here three days." Jessie said.

A few hours later, you went to bed in Jessie’s childhood bedroom. It was surreal being in that are, seeing the trophies, the blue walls, the medals and framed pictures. "What would 14 year old you say if she knew that 24 year old you was lying in this same bed with her girlfriend?" You asked her as she traced patterns on your stomach. "I think she would pass out."

———

As Jessie had said, the next morning she had woken you up at 5:00 am. The whole thing was a blur. You remembered her literally having to dress you, and her telling you to be quiet as you tip toed down the stairs. She had bundled you up in a warm hat, a big winter coat, gloves and a scarf. Your hood was up the second you were out the door. You had fallen asleep in the car, and by the time you were to the mountains, it was almost 6:30.

"You ready baby?" Jessie said, opening the door for you and laughing at your grunt of an answer. You didn’t stay mad for long though, as you saw the still starry winter night peeking through the pine trees. "Oh, Jess. This is beautiful." You told her.

The both of you started your hike. Jessie had her camera with her and was taking pictures of you, and the world surrounding you the whole time you walked up the mountain. The snow was mangeable, due to the trail having been plowed. By the time you arrived at the top of the mountain, the sun was rising. Jessie pulled out a cover from her bag and put it in the snow. You cuddled up next to her, sipping a mocha Jessie had made.

The sky was painted orange, pink, red, yellow and purple, it was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen. Well, second most beautiful thing. Jessie would always be first. "I’m happy you brought me here." you told her, peering into her eyes. "I’m happy you like it here." She answered. "One day, when we retire from football, I wouldn’t mind having a family with you here." You told her, nervous of her answer.

You didn’t meet her eyes, that is until she used her gloved fingers to lift your chin up. "I want that more than anything." Jessie said, kissing you lovingly.

[krystalskeleton]

1992.11.11 – RAW Magazine Interview with Izzy

Music

"Yeah, music is partially my saving grace. It's been part of my life every day of the week since I was a kid. It doesn't have to be a specific type of music, it can be any type because the whole of it takes you away from the mundane, every day sort of thing.

"Being on tour, I find it like a luxury item because when I'm on tour I don't have a big stereo, I have a Sony player that cost 50 bucks, it's mono and it has this tiny speaker. For the first couple of days I only had my walkman which is fine for airplanes, but otherwise they're a drag. I found myself looking in the window of these shops at these stereos and there was this one in Chicago which was four and a half feet long and three feet tall. It was this boom box with neon lights inside it. It was really freaky looking, but I ended up getting this small Sony because it would fit in my bag, it plays cassettes and it records so I can write songs on it too. I find that if I hear a stereo now, even if it's a PA at gigs and they're playing a tape, it's a luxury and I really enjoy it."

Food

"Indian food and pizza are my favourites. I stopped eating meat a few years ago. I don't eat red meat or chicken, but I eat fish. I stopped eating meat shortly after I stopped drinking and using drugs. I think it was a case of wanting to heal myself a little quicker rather than objecting to meat, plus there were some cases on the West Coast where people were dying after they'd eaten bad meat. I'm big on salads. Salads in America are just a couple of bits of dead lettuce, but over here people are a bit more conscientious.

But Indian food and pizza are my favourites and that's why Chicago is like heaven to me because you can get a pizza delivered at 5am and it's damn good pizza. There's a place there called Mama Mia and they deliver all night long. They've got pizzas that are two inches thick with like a cracker crust with fresh tomatoes on top. "

Drink

"I like mango lassi and sweet lassi from Indian restaurants. My second would be fresh squeezed orange juice. Those are the only things I drink. I gave up drinking because I just had enough of waking up in my own vomit and not remembering who I was hanging out with the night before, getting arrested and all that stuff. Waking up in jail, and that sort of thing became old for me and I finally realised that I had to stop this and figure it all out. It wasn't easy and it took a while. I feel a lot better for not doing it."

Hate

"It's destructive in nature. Sometimes you can get angry, but it usually doesn't help fix anything. If I hate something I just get hung up on it and dwell on it. I find it easier to try and dismiss it. Otherwise it's extra baggage to be carrying around. You see hatred every day on the TV and some other places and that's enough for me, I don't need to live with it anymore."

Rock 'N' Roll

"It's that life blood. You can't put your finger on it. For me it's that other thing that only people who listen to it or love it know what it is. To the rest of the world though it probably doesn't mean shit!(laughs)

" The funniest thing I ever heard in Guns N Roses was from this guy in Canada called Gabe. God, he was hilarious! He said he saw something on English TV once that said no matter how many records Elton John sold in 1976, there were still 40 billion Chinese people that don't give a fuck and that rang so true to me- this was back in '86 so I've always kept it in mind. It's true. If you look at the globe and spin it and put your finger wherever it lands there's people there who don't know what Rock 'N' Roll is. For people who do love it, though, it's their whole life. For me it's very special.

" We used to have Rock 'N' Roll bands come to play at our house when I was a real young kid. My dad used to have these parties and me and my brothers were beer runners. The bands were always downstairs and I always hung out with them. When you're a kid and these guys would show to play stuff on the drums, it was great. They'd play stuff like (Credence Clearwater Revival's) 'Proud Mary'. I was lucky 'cos I got to grow up with that. I've been hooked on that ever since."

Drugs

"It's up to each person. It doesn't do any good to tell people not to do it. If people want to do 'em then they're gonna do 'em. All I can say is for myself they stopped being a good thing. It became a complete pain in the ass. It was destroying me as a person and I got to the point where I decided to give up. It wasn't like I didn't know 'cos you go through a peroid where you know you're tearing yourself up. I knew I had to stop or everything was gonna go down the tubes."

Sex

"It's pretty important, but to a lot of people it's hard to understand that it doesn't mean much unless you care about the person you're with. I'm lucky, 'cos I do."

Love

"It's a great thing. Everybody needs it and wants it. Life can be pretty bleak without it. I've got a German shepherd and I've had him since he was a puppy, ya' know. I bought him when he was just a twerp. He's three years old, he's healthy, he's big and he can run 40 miles an hour and he's great. I love my dog!

"I've had a steady girl for a few years and it's a great thing. Love makes life a lot easier."

Work

" I worked in a car wash when I was 15. I worked where the cars come out and you have to dry the cars off. In the winter time with the wind chill it can be 10 or 20 below zero, and that was real work getting up at five or six in the morning. It was cold and you've got these towels that are freezing and you're washing these fuckers off. Music is more something that you love to do so it doesn't seem like work. The thought of having to get a real job is difficult. I was never that good at keeping a straight job and getting enough money to do what I wanted to do. At the same time I had to work as a kid. If you gotta do it you do it.

" I've had different jobs. I worked in pizzerias and I actually enjoyed that. That was one job that didn't feel like work unless there was a gig or concert that I wanted to go to. In that case I'd leave work early anyway. I actually liked cooking pizzas, flipping the dough and stuff was cool.

"If I had to get another real job I would probably work in a pizzeria, or I'd work in the car wash and I'd be on the front end. The front end is where the guys would pump gas and vacuum the cars, and these guys were always the envy of everyone else who had it rough. This was back in the '70s when people would drive around with big joints in their cars. They'd smoke half a joint and leave the rest so that when one guy pulls up with half a joint in his ashtray, what happens to the joint? It ends up in the pocket of the guys who are up front who'd smoke them! I think I'd rather work in a pizza place though where it's warm and there's music."

Photo © Paul Jendrasiak, 1993

[tainted-red]

stepcest noncon rafe cameron

You ask and you received.

TWS: Non-con, Stepcest, Smut, Swearing, Dub con, Violence.

Perv Rafe x adopted reader.

Living with the Camerons had its perks. Sometimes you would have to literally scrub the floors but sometimes you would have to dance around and drink.

The only reason you live here is that your dad murdered your mom. So she's dead and he's in jail.

Which left you here or you would be in an orphanage in Canada?

You were still close friends with all your goofy pogue friends. There were a bit pissed that you lived with Sarah and Rafe, but what could they do? Adopt you? Hell no.

You got pretty close with Sarah. She was nice and cool so why would you.

But fuck Rafe. He could suck your pussy for all you care.

Wheezie was a typical younger annoying sister. But you love to spend time with her.

But all this doesn't matter because tonight you had to have dinner with the Camerons and Big John.

Something about ‘business’... Bullshit in my opinion.

You bought a red plaid skirt and a black button-up for the occasion. Some black combat shoes that you usually wore inside, sat on your feet.

You were hot, none to say the least.

“Everyone come downstairs soon” Ward shouted from downstairs.

You got up and left your room only to bump into Sarah “Sorry” You apologized “Don't be, come on let's go” Sarah exclaims. Grabbing your hand.

You were about to go downstairs but someone yanked your wrist, tearing you away from Sarah.

“Jesus Rafe” You yelp as he throws you against his bed.

He still had a towel wrapped around his waist, clearly just gotten out of the shower.

“Shut up” Rafe snarled “The hell do you want Rafe” You bite the inside of your cheek.

“Really. You're wearing a fucking schoolgirl skirt, I can see your ass. And don't get me started on the button-up” Rafe sealed his lips, letting out a shaky breath.

“You're my brother Rafe. Stop” you mutter while sitting up.

“Not blood-related. You are practically a stranger to me. Now I'm about to get to know you” Rafe smirks.

Grabbing your chin, lifting it to look him in the eyes.

He leans down to kiss you, connecting your lips. Passionately kissing you.

You bite on his lip, drawing blood.

He let go of the kiss, wiping his lip “Did you fucking bite me?” Rafe whisper shouted.

“Your gonna regret that-” He pauses to grip your throat “Dont make this harder than it has to be y/n” Rafe shook his head.

You felt you stomach drop.

“What does that mean-” you were cut off by Rafe pushing you back on the bed, getting in between your legs.

“You're so fucking hot,” Rafe says in between kissing down your neck.

“Rafe. Get off me” You cry, trying to push his body off of you.

He slaps your face lightly “don't start”.

Rafe slides your skirt up revealing your black thong. “So dirty, so slutty” Rafe chuckles.

Hooking his fingers on your under wear. Toying with it.

“Rafe- please don't” You pout, tears landing in your eyes.

“Don't- don't make me feel bad y/n,” Rafe seethed.

Un buttoning your shirt.

Your boobs and bra bounce out, and he quickly licks them, kissing them and playing with them.

Rafe takes off his towel in a swift pulling motion.

“Rafe no” you scream.

He slaps his hand over your mouth.

“One more word” He threats.

Ripping your underwear, he lines himself up with you.

“Don't cry, darling” he frowns wiping your cheek.

He suddenly slams into you. Pleasure fulfilling you.

You practically scream when he picks up a pace.

You through your head back.

You were still crying but this felt so good, you couldn't control what your body wanted.

“See I knew you would enjoy” Rafe grunts, tubing your clit in circles.

One of his hands wraps around your neck and one around your lower back.

With every thrust, you let out a whimper.

He begins to apply pressure to the sides of your neck. So it wouldn't actually choke you out. And damage your throat.

You felt your stomach tighten “Are you on any birth control, or can I cum on your face?” Rafe breaths.

You nod your head yes, you felt your climax startup. “Fuck” you moaned as you came.

You clinched around his cock causing him to cum inside of you.

“Such a good girl” Rafe smiles then kisses your lips, pulling out slowly.

He retreats the once-used towel and wipes you up.

“I should probably get ready” Rafe hissed.

He left for his bathroom. Leaving you on his bed with a drenched face and sweaty body.

You begin to cry again. Taking off your underwear, and seeing there was blood made you cry 10 times harder.

You put it in your clenched fist and buttoned up your shirt.

You wipe away your tears and through your panties away in his trash bin.

You prepare your self before going downstairs.

You felt disgusting.

You went down the stairs with a fake smile on your face though.

“Ah finally. This is y/n, I'm sure you know her” Ward gestures towards you and big John.

“Yeah, and I know his son. John B” You fake smile, sealing your lips. Sitting down at your destinated spot.

“And here's my only boy. Rafe” Ward chuckles “hey I'm rafe” Rafe shakes Big Johns hand.

Sitting beside you like nothing ever happened.

[amethystamanda]

1893

Virginia grew into an Independent, Angelic toddler.

Mrs. Samuels wasn't happy that Mrs. Fitzgerald spent time with her only granddaughter before she did. So on Love Day, they left Virginia with her grandparents and spent some time alone together.

In July, Virginia played outside, until she was called in to meet her new brother, Andrew. She's not too happy, but she'll get over it.

Late night chatting while the little ones sleep.

Laurence knows he's a lucky man to wake up to this.

Two small children and a man who works with the earth make for so much laundry.

Andrew turned out to be a Dreamy infant. Another redhead with freckles, but with big blue eyes (darker than his dad's though).

This is the first year that Labour Day was officially celebrated nationally in Canada, so that gets added to the calendar (for next year, it's currently spring).

Virginia's cc and milestones for the next year until she graduates into proper dresses instead of baby gowns below the cut, and Andrew's cc until/unless he learns to scoot/crawl.

It took three real weeks to get through one sims week, including the one week that was mostly lost to a patch.

Freckles No3 by @northernsiberiawinds https://www.tumblr.com/northernsiberiawinds/739727030493560832/baby-face-kit

Virginia's cc:

Beauty & the Bonnet by @sims4nexus https://sims4nexus.com/?p=13091

Tiny Chompers teeth by @yooniesim https://yooniesim.tumblr.com/post/711450501561057280/tiny-chompers-toddler-teeth-set-12-sets-of

Wearable feet by @simminglena https://simminglena.tumblr.com/post/186326156529/wearable-maxis-feet-for-necrodogs-hd-feet

Kit's Christmas Shoes by @historicalfictionsims https://historicalfictionsims.tumblr.com/post/707557167404826624/kits-christmas-shoes-conversion-bgc

Vintage Ringlets by @the-melancholy-maiden https://www.patreon.com/posts/vintage-ringlets-66568675

Lio Toddler Hair by @birksche https://birkschessimsblog.wordpress.com/2021/08/23/lio-toddlerhair/

Warm Wool Socks by @linzlu https://linzlu.tumblr.com/post/180752725112/day-3-warm-wool-socks-it-wouldnt-be-christmas

Ruffled Dress with Pinafore https://plumbobteasociety.tumblr.com/post/160912278923/teanmoons-tea-party-birthday-set-to-celebrate

Tied Cloth Diaper by @teanmoon https://teanmoon.tumblr.com/post/166854936585/tied-cloth-diaper-by-teanmoon-base-game

1897 TF dress by @vintagesimstress https://www.patreon.com/posts/1897-tf-dress-29516735

Victorian Robes for Teeny Tots (short version) https://vintagesimstress.tumblr.com/post/637873590723854336/victorian-robes-for-teeny-tots-hi-everyone-this

Her miestones:

Fine Motor

Learned Pincer Grasp

Learned to Clap

Learned to Grab

Learned to Reach

Learned to Wave

Put Toe in Mouth

Firsts

First Baby Food

First Bath

First Bubble Bath

First Diaper Blowout

First Finger Food

First Trip to a Park

First Visit to Family Member's House (she did though)

First Visitors

Peed on a Caregiver

Slept Through the Night

Gross Motor

Learned to Crawl

Learned to Creep

Learned to Dance

Learned to Sit Up

Lifted Head

Pulled to Stand (she tried, but she couldn't get to the one thing that she wanted)

Rolled Over to Back

Rolled Over to Tummy

Life

Born at Home

Social

First Smiled

Learned Peek-A-Boo

Learned to Babble

Learned to Blow Kiss

Learned to Blow Raspberry

Learned to Coo

Learned to Laugh

Said First Word

Andrew:

Esther Dress V2 by @historicalfictionsims https://historicalfictionsims.tumblr.com/post/713805022473945088/esther-dress-conversion-v2-bgc

Tea Socks (enabled for infants) by @plumbobteasociety (I don't know which set)

Infant Bonnet https://sims4nexus.tumblr.com/post/712801721620070400/infant-bonnet-go-to-download-page-this-was-a

Victorian Robes for Infants - Long by @vintagesimstress https://vintagesimstress.tumblr.com/post/713322401241399296/victorian-robes-for-infants-long-and-short

Baby Daydress by @cyber-frog-cc https://cyber-frog-cc.tumblr.com/post/728355058006245376/my-little-baby-set

(At this point, infants get a gown, a sleeping gown, and a cold weather gown that's fuller to look like there are more layers; a bonnet, and a headwrap for sleep; socks. There's not a lot for them to wear.

I really try not to edit the genetics except for hairstyle, especially for anyone younger than teen, because things can get weird later if you do. I also try to keep the same hair texture when I change hairsyle, unless something's tagged wrong. These children are who the game made them at this point.)

Defaults listed here https://amethystamanda.tumblr.com/post/750183396505976832/1890-samuels-and-fitzpatricks

[wrestlinghistorywithkay]

Happy Heavenly Birthday to the late , great , ‘ King of Harts ’ , Owen Hart. Owen would have been 59 years old today.

Owen Hart is the youngest brother of Bret ‘ The Hitman ’ Hart and son of Stampede Wrestling Promoters , Stu and Helen Hart. (Stampede Wrestling was a promotion in Canada founded by Stu Hart , the Patriarch of the Hart family in 1948. The wrestling school for the promotion was known as The Dungeon. It has many graduates such as Bret Hart , Owen Hart, Chris Jericho , Davy Boy Smith , and the only female graduate, Natalya. ) Owen started his wrestling career in high school in 1983. He placed 4th in wrestling in college at the University of Calgary in 1984. He worked for Stampede wrestling and earned title of Rookie of The Year for Pro Wrestling Illustrated ( PWI ) Magazine in 1987. However, he left Stampede to be a member of the New Japan Pro Wrestling ( NJPW) roster in 1988.

Owen was signed to Vince McMahon’s World Wrestling Federation ( WWF) in 1988 , with a superhero gimmick known as ‘ The Blue Blazer ’. Nevertheless , this gimmick would be the one to take his life eleven years later. He returned to Stampede and NJPW in 1989. Hart made his return to the WWF in 1991 , teaming alongside Brother In Law, Jim ‘ The Anvil ’ Neidhart ( father of current WWE Superstar, Natalya) and calling themselves , The New Foundation. Neidhart was teaming with Owen’s older brother , Bret, before Bret decided to try out a run as a Singles wrestler. Hart also teamed with Koko B Ware as High Energy. Owen followed in Bret’s footsteps as a Singles wrestler in 1993.

Owen was in a storyline with Bret from 1993 to 1995 to see who was the better wrestler in the family. After Survivor Series 1993 , Owen changed his gear from colorful to Bret’s signature pink and black to be like him. He also decided to use the Sharpshooter, Bret’s finisher, to add to this new Heel gimmick. He added , ‘ King Of Harts ’ , to the gear after winning King of The Ring in 1994. His original nickname was ‘ The Rocket ’. The Hart Brothers had a match at Wrestlemania X the same year. They also had a Steel Cage match at Summerslam of the same year. In 1995 , he teamed with Yokozuna and was managed by Jim Cornette as well as Mr.Fuji to form ‘ Camp Cornette ’ , winning the WWF Tag Team Championships.

In 1996-1997 , Owen teamed with Bret , Brother in Laws, Davey Boy Smith ( The British Bulldog) , Jim ‘ The Anvil ’ Neidhart , and family friend , ‘ Loose Cannon ’ Brian Pillman ( father of WWE NXT wrestler , Lexis King ) , to reform the Hart Foundation. Owen defeated Rocky Maivia ( The Rock ) , to win his first Intercontinental Championship for the first time in 1997. He also was tag team champions with The British Bulldog the same year, thus , they lost the titles to Stone Cold Steve Austin and Shawn Michaels. After the Montreal Screwjob , Owen returned with a new gimmick , The Black Hart. This gimmick meant he wanted to get justice for Bret and his family against Vince McMahon and D-Generation X ( DX) , mainly Shawn Michaels. He joined the Nation of Domination the same year and ended his run with the faction in 1998.

Owen soon formed a tag team with best friend , Jeff Jarrett , in 1998. He decided to use the Blue Blazer gimmick to develop the storyline. He kept denying that he was the superhero and he claimed to be ‘ retired ’. Whole doing this , Hart and Jarrett defeated Ken Shamrock and The Big Bossman in 1999 to win the tag team championships. Their manager at the time was Debra McMichael , also known as Debra.

On May 23,1999 at the WWF Over The Edge Pay Per View in Kansas City, Missouri, would be the last time Owen Hart would ever be the Blue Blazer . While being lowered into the ring for a match against The Godfather for the Intercontinental Championship, he fell almost 80 feet into the ring. This was thought to be a part of his dramatic and funny entrance for the character. However, it was not. He landed on his chest on the top rope before being thrown into the ring. Owen James Hart passed away at the hospital from Internal Bleeding due to his injuries at the age of 34. He left behind his wife Martha, and two children , Oje and Athena , as well as his huge family. The tribute episode of Monday Night Raw for Owen aired May 24, 1999. This episode of the show was called RAW is Owen, with wrestlers giving their memories of him and Steve Austin coming down to the ring and saluting him by holding a beer to his photo. Jeff Jarrett defeated The Godfather and became the new Intercontinental Champion. Jarrett soon screamed his name after getting the belt.

On an episode of WCW Monday Nitro , Bret Hart wanted to face Chris Benoit as a tribute to his fallen brother in the same arena where Owen died. This happened October 5th , 1999, five months after Owen passed away.

Martha Hart is currently keeping her husband’s legacy alive with All Elite Wrestling. In 2021 , she alongside AEW President , Tony Khan, announced the Owen Hart Cup Tournament. Winners of this tournament include Adam Cole and Britt Baker. Owen is also a character in AEW Fight Forever.

My Final Thoughts:

Owen Hart was a once in a lifetime wrestler. If he didn’t pass away so young and tragically, he would have went on to be a world champion. Owen , thank you for everything. Even though I didn’t get to watch you live and I was an infant when you passed away, you still made an impact on me as a fan. I watch your matches on the internet and streaming services. You’re one of the coolest people. You will always be to me. Happy Heavenly Birthday , I and many others will always love and miss you. This post is my tribute to you. - Kay

* TW: Falling , Death *

[bitchinbarzal]

can you write bailey’s fam meeting noa? like obviously they know noa’s family, but not noa personally so they get to know her more

“Would you two knock it off!” You shout across the living room to Ryder and Mat play fighting over the couch.

“Mom chill”

Ivy walks in at that moment, Nola toddling in shouting for her papa “Papa! Papa I’m home!”

Mat lifts her up, holding onto his grandbaby while Ivy and Sasha bring Leo in, sleeping and greet Ryder before entering the kitchen to where you and Lennon are preparing dinner.

“Hi momma” Ivy kisses your cheek and you smile

“Hi, Darling girl”

Lennon takes the opportunity to see to the baby that Sasha had brought in “He’s growing so much!”

“He’s gonna be a big boy, like his daddy” ivy jokes, taking Leo out of his car seat to hand him over to her sister in law.

Among all of the exchanges and chatter, Bailey and Noa had managed to sneak in the front door

“We’re here!”

Nola gasps in Mat’s arms when she hears her uncle “Uncle Bailey’s home!” And shimmy’s out her grandfathers arms onto the floor so she can run to him.

Bailey whisks her off her feet, peppering kisses on her face.

Ivy leans back and signs to him

I missed you

Bailey smiles “I missed you too”

She looks at Noa and back to Bailey

Can she sign too?

Bailey goes to answer but Noa does instead, signing

I can, it’s nice to meet you! I’m Noa

She gasps and looks at Bailey “That’s like my name!”

He nods “Just one letter short, now where’s grandma?”

Noa’s previous anxious state had now settled after her interaction with the girl.

Bailey took Noa into the kitchen with the rest of his family. Their faces light up when they see the couple

“Bailey! You’re home”

“Guys, this is Noa” he gestures to the girl next to him.

His sister immediately hugs her and Noa gives a soft “oh!”

“It’s so lovely to meet you, Noa! I’m Ivy, but I hope Bailey’s told you all about me” she raises her brow to her baby brother who brushes her off jokingly.

Ivy then goes along the group “This is my husband Sasha and our kids Nola and Leo, That is Lennon who is engaged to the middle child-“ she points to Ryder out in the other room “That’s Ryder, this is our mom and my dad is just helping Ry with something”

Noa smiles softly “It’s so lovely to meet you guys, thanks for inviting me to your home”

You smile at her “We’re so excited to have you Noa and even more excited to have you guys here for the 4th of July weekend!”

She smiles gratefully “My brother is a little sour I picked the 4th over Canada Day — our Canadian comes through in July to piss of my dad”

Before you can reply, Mat walks in “Did someone say Canada Day? Do you mean the better of the July holidays?”

You roll your eyes at your husband “Mathew…”

He looks around before he lands on his youngest and his girlfriend “Noa Boeser! Gosh I haven’t seen you since you were like this small!” His hands gesture the size of a small child and Ivy groans

“Daddy you sound so old!” Ivy groans to which Mat just shrugs “I am old! I’m a grandad I’m allowed to say old things”

They spent the entire night outside on the decking eating and sharing stories, Nola running between everyone until she fell asleep on Lennon’s lap and Leo had been passed around before settling into Ryder’s arms.

Ivy gave the couple a knowing look while they held her kids giving a nod to say ‘secrets safe with me’

Noa fit right into the family, easily fitting into conversation with Ryder and Mathew. Bailey watched her in awe as she settled into the Barzal’s world.

Later, the fire was lit and everyone was cuddled up now the kids were asleep.

Bailey looked at you, cuddled into Mat’s side with a blanket you signed

she’s a good one, son

He looks at the half asleep girl in his arms and back to his mom before signing

I know, I think I love her

[cheesetalia]

trick cards

For @aphcardverse-week's Day 7: Don't Tell Me 'Cause It Hurts | torn apart | heartbreak | "It was supposed to be you."

England/Canada, America/England | 3k words | warnings: noncon, domestic violence, major character death, NSFT

Summary:

After a heated disagreement between King Alfred and Queen Arthur, the queen decides to end things once and for all. But Arthur isn't the only one in the castle with a trick up his sleeve, and he may be the one playing the fool in the end.

Can be read on the Archive of Our Own or underneath the Readmore:

"I just feel bad about it, you know?" Matthew said, his voice hushed as he met his brother in the hallway outside the royal bedchamber.

The sun was rising outside, visible through the huge windows at the ends of the hall. The bright yellow rays turning everything in their path warm and golden, making the moment feel strangely poignant.

Alfred was paying little attention to the sunshine and even less to his brother's worries. If he didn't get his ass into that bedroom soon, then Arthur might get clued into their little game. Alfred had plenty of criticisms he could lay at the Queen's feet, but being stupid wasn't one of them. Arthur was dangerously sharp.

"That's great Mattie, I'll talk to you about it later," Alfred said absentmindedly, pushing past his brother and into the royal bedroom.

The door closed behind him. Matthew, now shut out alone in the hallway, sighed. Alfred had told him the same thing the last twelve times he'd brought it up. And kept conveniently forgetting to follow through.

****

It was deceitful. It was dishonest. It was scummy, sleazy, and outright wrong. There was no moral excuse for it. But it was damned convenient, Alfred thought.

Due to the little scheme they'd worked out, Alfred didn't have to sacrifice himself on the altar that was the royal marital bed, and his little brother Matthew got to ardently embrace the Queen he practically worshiped. And hey, even Arthur got something out of it—a good dicking.

It was a win-win all around.

And it might have gone on like that for a very long time, if not for one inconvenient stroke of fate.

****

War had been brewing between Diamonds' Kingdom and Hearts' Kingdom for ages now, and everyone in the four kingdoms knew the tension would be broken soon. The only question now on people's minds was, what would Spades Kingdom and Clubs Kingdom do? How much aid would they give, how many soldiers sent to the field?

It was an answer even the King and Queen of Spades couldn't answer. They'd been fighting bitterly about it for weeks.

"You want to sit back and do nothing while Diamonds' is ground to dust? And you call me cold?" Arthur hisses.

He's off his throne, pacing back and forth on the dais they usually make judgments from. The daily petitions are over, the only ones present now are the royal couple and Yao, the Jack of Spades.

Alfred rolls his eyes at the Queen. "I'm just saying, this is a chance for us to get ahead. We can make a killing off this war, without any risk, if we stick to selling supplies—"

"I personally promised Queen Lili our aid—we signed a mutual protection pact—" Arthur argues.

"None of that will mean anything once the dust settles," Alfred says, flapping a hand dismissively.

Arthur slaps him, the sound ringing out in the empty throne room. Yao gasps. It's not the first time the royal couple has gotten physical in front of him, but there's usually more provocation, more warning.

Alfred, who usually laughs off a slap or returns it, is holding his hand against his face. Blood is seeping out from under his fingers.

"You cut my face asshole!" Alfred snaps.

"I'm not sorry, you deserved it," Arthur says, although he feels a little bad.

Alfred had moved his face at the last moment, and the big wedding ring on Arthur's finger must have made contact with his flesh.

"You pissy little bitch—" Alfred starts.

"Stop fighting!" Yao orders, "You can discuss this tomorrow—like adults. But now His Majesty's face needs stitched up!"

Arthur harrumphs and walks away. The "tomorrows" in which to talk about this matter are rapidly running out, as is his patience.

****

Arthur walks through the hedge maze after that little dust up, trying to calm himself down. If steam were to spout from his ears, he'd be grateful—it would release some of the pressure from him.

There is no love lost between the King and Queen of Spades.

Arthur tolerates Alfred's annoying, domineering, infuriating ways, because the man can usually be brought into line on the important matters (even if it takes manipulative tactics or hours of Arthur nagging) but Arthur couldn't get him to budge on this matter.

And there were lives on the line, so many lives. Of those in Diamonds, in Clubs, and yes even in Spades, even if Alfred was too dumb to see the risk to them. Can Arthur stand by while so many die because his pigheaded husband won't lift a finger?

He can't. But there's only one surefire way to overcome the obstacle that is King Alfred. Arthur weighs and considers the benefits of Alfred's existence. Can he afford to throw him away? Arthur did rule perfectly well before the King was found and brought to the castle.

Arthur nods to himself, so lost in thought he doesn't even see the vibrant leafy green walls around him. The king <i>is</i> amazing in bed, that's another point in his favor. But that's his only use to Arthur. And Arthur can't betray his allies, sell out all those people, just for a good lay.

No matter how skillfully and worshipfully that blabbering mouth serviced his body...He can find a new lover when the King dies. Maybe the King's brother, Matthew. They can comfort each other in their shared grief. The thought brings a sardonic little smile to Arthur's face.

The next question for Arthur to consider then is: does he have what it takes to do what needs to be done? Will he dare do such a thing?

****

The method Arthur decides on is simple, elegant, painless. The King will have a heart-attack. How sad.

To keep the amount of mana residue in the air low, Arthur will do it when they're close. It'll make cleaning up the evidence of the spell easier.

It's easy enough to get close to King Alfred in a private place with no witnesses; no matter how badly the two fight, he joins Arthur at night to cuddle, fuck, and sleep.

In fact, perversely enough, the pattern is that the King is <I>more</i> physically affectionate and amorous in bed on days they're fighting. And he's usually mercifully silent in the dark. Arthur would have killed him much earlier in their marriage if the idiot brought their throne arguments into the bedroom, or did his usual nonstop running of his mouth, vomiting up every trivial thought in his moronic brain.

This night starts like any other. Arthur retires to bed earlier than Alfred, settling down onto their sinfully soft mattress and waiting for his husband. Alfred usually stays up for awhile longer, getting caught up chatting to some guard or hanging out with his brother, the Ace of Spades Matthew.

Arthur is dozing, half-asleep already when the door to the royal bedchamber cracks open, and Arthur blinks awake at the light shed on his face. Sees his husband's tall lanky body slip through the door and close it, plunging them into darkness once more.

The mattress dips under Alfred's weight, and soon enough he feels strong arms encircling his body, warm lips kissing his throat.

God, he will miss this. He sighs. Might as well enjoy this one last round. Alfred's mouth travels south, trailing kisses down Arthur's body as he moves down to his groin. Arthur's hands find his soft, silken hair and grasp it tight as Alfred takes him into his mouth.

When Arthur is gasping and close and can't take being inside the warmth of Alfred's mouth a moment longer without coming, he forces himself to push Alfred off of him.

After a moment to catch his breath and back off from the edge of orgasm, he takes Alfred by the shoulder and nudges him onto his back.

Pliant, submissive like he never is during daytime (oh, how their problems would be solved if he was like this all the time!), Alfred lets himself be pushed into place.

Arthur straddles him, searches for his cock in the darkness, and finds it, heavy and engorged with blood and pulsing under his fingers.

He lines himself up and slides down, unable to bite back a groan that breaches their careful unspoken agreement of silence—but then, panting and whining and moaning and even the occasional whimper is forgiven.

Arthur never wanted to hear Alfred run his mouth in the peaceful sanctity of their bedroom, but it had surprised Arthur that Alfred didn't want to hear him either—his husband had stilled and seemed oddly upset when Arthur had called out "God yes, Alfred!" during their first time. It hadn't offended Arthur though—he could hardly begrudge Alfred a break from his own voice when he wanted the same of Alfred.

Arthur found it fitting. In this room, they joined in primal acts that were older than human language, and so left aside all the high ideas and clashing of opinions that resulted from two people who did not like each other very much being forced to wed.

Maybe the tacit silence was what allowed their marriage to scrape by for so long.

But now, it's finally coming to an end.

Arthur rides his husband, the pleasure welling up in him as it always does, night after night. When he approaches the edge once more, he stops. He needs to maintain very close contact for a few minutes for this.

He won't be able to allow Alfred his usual pleasure, of pushing the spent Queen onto his back and pounding into him face to face until the king releases his seed.

Arthur leans forward, the king's cock still nestled inside him, and kisses him. Alfred kisses back, slow and gentle, and Arthur is always a little in awe that a buffoon like Alfred has such sweetness and consideration in him. It must be buried deeply, deeply inside, only coming out during these intimate moments.

Arthur's palms splay out on Alfred's broad chest, one directly over his heart. Carefully, he pours magic through his fingers and into Alfred's body.

This spell is tricky, it always is, but it's secretly Arthur's signature spell, and he's used it many times. Being able to stop time, even for a little bit, is too useful for Arthur to stay away from.

Arthur freezes Alfred's heart, and the part of his brain that lets him move his body. Now there is no way the king can thrash or hit Arthur or scream out for help. They both must lay here and count down the seconds until his brain, starved of oxygen, dies.

Waiting is boring, and it occurs to Arthur that he did want one last hurrah with his husband, one last bit of orgasmic bliss granted by the long thick glorious cock that Alfred doesn't deserve to have swinging between his legs at all.

And so he begins to move once more. Alfred is utterly still beneath him, but his cock is still hard and upright. It feels as wonderful inside him as ever as Arthur grinds himself down hard on Alfred's pelvis, moaning. He comes quickly, already so close to the edge, and ropes of semen splatter their bellies and chests, some getting on the hand he keeps locked over Alfred's heart.

He's proud that his hand didn't slip off even once, and the threads of his spell didn't slacken even a little. A few moments later, Alfred dies. Arthur can feel it in the life signature fading beneath him, and in the postmortem spurts of hot semen that erupt from Alfred's cock and bathe Arthur's inner walls.

The deed is done. It's over. Arthur slowly climbs off of Alfred. He won't hear his husband's annoying voice chattering at breakfast in the morning. He won't feel safe in his arms at night. They won't create any more children together, unless this last joining was fruitful.

Arthur doesn't feel remorse or guilt for what he's done, but he does feel sorrow. He wishes it hadn't had to come to this. Why did that idiot have to be so obstinate?

It occurs to him only now that with the timing, he's going to have to lay sleeping next to a corpse all night. Arthur sighs. It won't be the first time, and it may not be the last.

****

In the morning, Arthur makes himself cry and calls for the guards, for help, for anyone! When the first servant rushes in, he’s on his knees next to the bed, clutching the corpse’s icy cold hand and sobbing.

It's a shame he hadn’t take a moment to inspect the body before summoning everyone. Eyes blurry with tears miss a few key differences about the man laying in the bed, that would have prepared him for the upcoming shock—actual shock, not the play-pretend he's putting on for the palace employees.

Arthur freezes when King Alfred bursts through the door, his annoying, nasal crying out, "What's going? What happened to my brother?"

How can King Alfred be there? Arthur rubs the water from his eyes and looks, wide-eyed, at the man standing over the bed with his face twisted in horror.

Shocked sky-blue eyes. Shorter, spikier blonde hair. When Arthur manages to pull himself back to his feet using the bedpost, he looks down on the corpse laying there. Even with the marks of death on the body, Arthur can see the difference. Longer, wavier hair. Purple eyes, staring up at the ceiling now, just as they’d stared up at Arthur in the darkness as he died last night.

Arthur feels like the world is tilting beneath him, and he clings to the bedpost.

"What?" he asks weakly, to no one and everyone.

What the fuck is going on here? How did Matthew get in the bed? What trickery is this?

The healers are trying to revive Matthew, the glow of healing spells uncomfortably bright, but Arthur knows they won't meet with any success. Matthew's been dead for too long. Maybe—maybe if Arthur had summoned them last night.

If he'd known it was Matthew dead and cooling underneath him, he might have called them.

Arthur makes his way over to Alfred, and tugs on his sleeve to get his attention. Alfred's attention is riveted on his brother, watching as Matthew's body jolts as life energy spells are sent coursing through him. Alfred barely glances at Arthur.

"How did—how did Matthew get in our bed?" Arthur asks.

"I'll explain it all to you—later." Alfred mumbles.

There are tears pouring down his face, and Arthur supposes he'll just have to wait. He slips out of the room and heads to the kitchens to grab a bite to eat. It wouldn't look proper, would look too uncaring, if he were to settle down at the royal dining table for breakfast as usual. The King may not be dead, but the death of the courts' Ace, of Arthur's brother-in-law, should be something that ruffles him. He's mostly just confused. But he can nick some food and disappear into the gardens for now. Answers will come later—they always do.

****

They're in Arthur's study, Alfred in an armchair, Arthur on the loveseat adjacent to it.

"I've never slept with you, not even once." Alfred is saying, patient for once.

"But how can that be? We have two children together!" Arthur protests.

"No, you and Matthew have two children together," Alfred explains.

"This whole time you were swapping him into our bed at night?!" Arthur explodes, "You piece of shit—"

"Yeah, I know." Alfred says.

Arthur's never seen him look so defeated. There's none of the usual life, the bright enviable vitality, running through King Alfred now. He looks older than Arthur now, and Arthur is ten years his senior.

"So, all that time, it was Matthew—" Arthur can't help but let out a laugh, a disbelieving one, as if waiting for the true punchline to be revealed.

Matthew, the quiet and meek Court Ace who'd probably exchanged a dozen words with Arthur at the most, despite living in the castle for years.

It was Matthew who'd made tender love to him thousands of times and held him so sweetly in his embrace nearly every night.

Alfred just nods.

"That explains a lot, actually." Arthur murmurs.

What a waste, he thinks. All that time, such a loving and exquisite man existed right under his nose, and now Arthur had lost him because he didn't even know it.

Of course, sleeping with Arthur in such a manner was a rotten deception. Letting Arthur spread his legs for him thinking he was having lawful sex with his own husband, not consanguineous sex with his brother-in-law. But Arthur could forgive him, because he was dead, and because he'd made Arthur come many, many times.

It seemed the swap really had been for the best—until Arthur had stopped Matthew’s heart. Damn, if only Arthur had <i>known</i> the truth! He wouldn't have been that mad at Matthew, and he could have killed the stubborn dumbass he was intending to.

For the first time in his life, Arthur is regretting his ruthlessness.

What will they tell the children? They believed King Alfred to be their father. But they'd always loved dear Uncle Matthew, who doted on them more than their own dad...so many memories were being shifted now, the implications changing now that Arthur had the missing piece of the puzzle.

Of course Matthew had adored Arthur's children—they were his own.

****

"Pretty strange for a man so young to die of heart failure," Alfred says, his gaze cold enough to send chills through a lesser man.

"Yes, it's a shame. I suppose he always did seem a bit sickly though, frail in comparison to you," Arthur replies, unfazed.

When Alfred's intense, piercing stare doesn't ease up, Arthur shifts slightly and says, "Such a pity. I hope the same weakness isn't lurking in your heart too," there's a hard gleam in his emerald eyes.

Alfred holds his breath.

Arthur stands up. Just like that, the moment passes, the tension lessening to something less crushing but not completely gone.

"Come now, we must see Yao about the funeral arrangements. Such a man as Matthew deserves to be sent off in honor," Arthur says.

They leave the study together, united in purpose for once.

Soon it'll be time to make their final goodbyes to the man they both loved more than anyone else in all the four kingdoms.

[ratsoh-writes]

Skeleton is in his bed, sleeping peacefully, when suddenly, he feels someone breathe in his neck. The only problem is that he is supposed to be all alone. If he turns around, he will meet a random man, standing there, just looking at him sleeping. He never met the man before. For the main 10!

Sans: he shortcuts Canada lol. Ok sans can’t actually go that far but his first instinct is to shortcut away! He goes straight to papyrus’ room and if his brother is there, his poor bro is taking a trip into the mountains with sans

Papyrus: he stares at the man

The man stares back

He continues to stare

The man blinks

Papyrus: “DID YOU NEED SOMETHING CAUSE THIS IS INCREDIBLY RUDE YOU KNOW!!”

Star: the man immediately gets kneed in the crotch with the force of 1000 skeletons rolling in their graves. Star rolls a nat 20 with that strike, and the poor man is rolling on the floor in agony. While the stranger is in his final death throws star calls the police.

Honey: he screams bloody murder of course. And he glitches through his bed, floor, and the ceiling of the second story to fall into the first floor of the home. The scream wakes up Star and the intruder gets kicked with 1000 suns while honey gets a broken wrist for falling through the floor

Red: gaster blaster to the face motherf*cker. …… he may need edges help with making sure he doesn’t get himself thrown in jail after this

Edge: he’s woken up to “rreeeeEEeeeEeeEEEEEWEWEEE-“. The battle cry of his beloved cat doomfanger. Edge is treated to the sight of his cat just shredding the f*ck out of the strange man’s legs. Edge rescues the intruder then slaps him around himself before tying him up and calling the police lol

Mal: he stabs him. Mal keeps a pretty knife under his pillow at all times just in case. He knew he’d use it someday. The man screeches as he gets a knife to the abdomen. Mal uses his shock to kick him in the face knocking him out. Them mal “cries” on the phone to the police claiming he got attacked

Cash: when cash is actually asleep, he might as well be in another dimension. Breath on his neck absolutely won’t wake him up, so the most likely scenario is that mal woke up first, went to check on cash and saw the stranger. Chaos ensues

Oak: he’s confused and still not all the way there as he just woke up, so he blinks blearily at the man, tilts his head and goes “good morning?” He’s quite friendly until willow barges in and starts freaking out on the intruder

Willow: in an instant, he’s standing up straight and slams the man against the wall with one arm, holding him up by the shoulder. Mind you willow is 8 feet tall so this guy is dangling, even if he’s a big guy. Willows voice is such a low growl that it’s hard to understand him when he starts interrogating the intruder. Either way this is terrifying

[fizzycherrycola]

Alfred & Matt, Stargazing

It’s a clear summer night, perfect for spotting stars. Two brothers bond, sharing science and admiring the universe. I wrote this ages ago for @hwsnabroszine​ and now I can finally share it. Please enjoy!

A Girl Called Hubble

“What’s going to happen to her?” Matthew inquires.

Alfred glances up from his personal telescope, a flashlight highlighting his golden features in the midnight dark. “Huh? What do you mean?”

“The Hubble telescope. Is she...?”

“Oh.” There’s a touch of sadness in Alfred’s tone, which trickles into the soft symphony of crickets, cicadas, and other rural evening sounds. Looking away, he resumes fiddling with the dials on his viewfinder. “I mean, she’s not being decommissioned yet. I think NASA has some plans for joint missions with Webb, so that’ll add a few more years to her life. Eventually though, maybe in a decade, they’ll make an announcement. Most likely... she’ll be set on a course to collide with the atmosphere and burn up.”

Matthew blinks. That seems... harsh, even if Hubble is just a machine.  

He rolls the chunky flashlight around in his hands, an industrial strength thing that Alfred keeps in his pickup truck for emergencies and stargazing nights like this. Its synthetic light cuts through the natural darkness, tracing the outline of fluttering moths and the wild grasses stomped flat by Alfred’s tires. Matthew tilts it to better illuminate his brother’s work and nibbles his bottom lip.

“How come?” Matthew eventually asks.

Alfred hums. “Well, she’s past her expiry date. You've got to remember, some of Hubble’s machinery was built back in the 80’s. If something important fails, like her guidance system, she could become another hunk of space debris, zooming uncontrollably around the Earth. And that’s a huge risk for space flights, satellites, and the ISS. It’s sad, but I mean... it has to happen.”  

He goes quiet for a moment, but not for long. Never for long. In an instant, he turns to Matthew with a big grin on his face, his eyes shining brilliantly behind his glasses. “Hey, want to hear something cool?”

Matthew sighs, but can’t help smiling. “Sure.”

“Did you know that even a tiny screw bolt travelling at 4 miles a second is strong enough to punch through a tank? There’s no atmosphere in outer space to slow it down, so it can just keep going faster and faster. Pretty wild, huh?”

“Yeah. You mention that, like, every single time we talk about space.”

“Wait, really? Damn. I guess I should start throwing some different facts your way! Have I told you about black holes and event horizons?”

“Yup.”

“How about neutron stars? Oh! Or quasars?”

“Uh-huh.”

“...the Goldilocks Zone? You know, there are actually a bunch of habitable planets in the TRAPPIST-1 system. And it’s only 40 lightyears away from Earth!”

“You bring that up literally every time you have a new theory about aliens.”

Alfred tuts. “Well... shit.”

Matthew's smile turns sheepish. “Sorry.”

“S’all good.” Alfred taps open his phone, double-checking his night sky tracking app, mouth twisted into the same, familiar pout from his childhood.

The warm summer breeze overtakes their talk, rustling Canada’s hair and t-shirt. From his seat in the truck bed, surrounded by threadbare blankets and pillows, he swings his feet. Humid air drags up the faint scent of dried corn husks, hay, and whatever else was once grown in this long-abandoned farm field. The sky is gorgeous tonight; barely a cloud to be seen, it glitters with starlight and far-flung galaxies. Alfred picked a good night for skywatching.

Originally, they came out here for a special reason, bringing along Alfred’s private, civilian-use telescope. It is massive, about the size of England’s old armchair, but mobile with its tripod, and probably the most expensive on the amateur astronomy market. They parked Alfred’s truck in the middle of the field, set up his device, and saw it: just a speck in the giant magnifying lens, insignificant against the stars, but it was there. The new James Webb space telescope. A cosmic daffodil with goldenrod mirrors spread wide. A novel machine that will help humanity see and understand the universe.

They stared at it for minutes, then an hour, as Alfred geeked out, listing its many capabilities and functions. But then, after he finally ran out of things to say, after they glimpsed Jupiter and Mars, Sagittarius and Ursa Major, Alfred suggested they stick around a while more to view Hubble when she, too, crosses the night sky.

Despite the heat, Matthew drags a cotton blanket over his shoulders. “That James Webb telescope is going to show us some amazing things.”

“It sure is,” Alfred mutters.

“...Although, I’m a little sad that Hubble is running out of time. She took some amazing photos, too. Right?”

“Yeah.”

“You okay?”

Alfred pauses before giving Matthew a look. “...C’mon dude, you don’t have to make me feel better.” Matthew shrugs. Alfred turns to the sky, the expanse, voice going quiet. “She’s just a piece of equipment. I don’t get all upset over every Ford F-150 that ends up in the scrap yard.”

Matthew picks at a loose thread on his blanket, unconvinced. Having known his brother for centuries, it’s easy to tell when Alfred is being disingenuous. He was morose when the Opportunity rover went dark. Distant, after learning that in 2025, no one will be able to contact Voyager 1. And when he eventually realised that Curiosity sings Happy Birthday to itself, every year, all alone on Mars... well.  

“I think Hubble is a lot more special than a pickup truck.”  

“Meh.”

“Stinky gas-guzzlers.”

Alfred’s lips twitch and Matthew knows he’s on the right track. “Hey, don’t shit-talk my trucks.”

“And more expensive, too. By, like, a few BILLION dollars.”

Alfred’s expression cracks and he chuckles. “Sure, okay. You’ve got me there.”  

A weight lifts in Matthew’s chest and his restless legs swing higher, sneaker laces tapping his heels to the tune of his heart.

Then, Alfred checks his phone once more. He suddenly lights up. Ducking down to look through the scope’s eyepiece, he shouts with joy. “Hey! She’s here! Come on, come over here and see.”  

Matthew’s eyes go wide. He shimmies, sliding off the truck bed and tossing his blanket aside. Hopping over to Alfred, who steps aside, he peeks through the scope, glasses clinking against the viewfinder. And there she is, in all her tin-can glory.  

Surrounded by the dark sea of space, Hubble looks so very small, even with the aid of Alfred’s chunky telescope. Her solar panels are extended like squarish wings, helping her soar high above the world. One of the many machines floating through outer space that fuels imaginations and wins affection, satisfying the universal thirst for knowledge with each photo and landmark discovery.

Grass crunches as Alfred shuffles his feet. He doesn’t launch into a lesson on astrophotography or detail the known nebulae. He says nothing, silence stretching far beyond the atmosphere. Then, murmuring: “She might have been expensive, but she was worth it. She was worth every single penny.”

Matthew rights himself and peers at Alfred’s silhouette. The faint glow of the Milky Way, a great band of lustrous cloud, stretches behind him. Matthew doesn’t raise the flashlight to catch his brother’s expression. He doesn’t need to.

“I’m sorry, Al.”

A dark arm comes up to knead the back of Alfred’s neck. Quietly, he sighs.  

“...Thanks. I’ll be okay. She’s still around for a while longer.”  

The night rolls on, the stars turn overhead, and soon, Hubble is out of sight. Sailing across the sky, lenses facing the distant heavens, dutifully, she will record all she can. Until her instruments expire and her circuits give out, she will inspire Alfred, Matthew, and the entire human world.

End / Fin

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Author’s Notes

I had to fudge a few things, scientifically, in order to make this fic work. Because of its orbiting pattern, Hubble is best seen between the 28th parallel north and the 28th parallel south. So, if you live near the equator, you can easily see Hubble with a telescope. Being further north or south of those latitudes makes spotting it trickier. Despite this, I decided to put Alfred and Matt in a corn field, rather than on a beach at the southern tip of Florida. I preferred the vibe, since corn fields are often connected to outer space in American stories (see: 2014’s Interstellar and multiple films featuring aliens.)

The JWST is also hard to spot. For starters, it’s very, very far away. If you’re able to spot it, it’ll just look like a dot, even with the aid of a telescope. Depending on which way the mirrors are facing, it's visible when it catches the Sun’s rays, or it’s completely black when tilted away. And unlike Hubble, it doesn’t orbit Earth. It orbits the Sun. So, the math involved in spotting it is... way harder than what I can manage on my own. Let’s just pretend that Alfred is a god-king at astronomy and knows exactly when and where to point his telescope to view the JWST.

Being an amateur astronomy nerd, I loved writing this fic. However, I tried not to weigh things down with too much technical jargon. If you're interested in learning more about space (and some of the things mentioned in this story, like neutron stars and black holes), please check out ‘SciShow Space’ on Youtube, or visit NASA’s official website. ❤