#Skating Rink One Normal Town Past Time

[umbrie]

I started a full relisten of Night Vale (no matter how much I never wanted to hear the Strex arc again) and I'm finally to the early 80's! Best episode decade, heck yeah!

[blossominghunnie]

𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭

Pairing: hockeyplayer!Jiho x fem!reader

Genre: Fluff, love at first sight trope

Summary: A hockey player and an ice skater. Kinda cliché, right?

Warning: None

Notes: There’s literally no Ampers&One imagines on this app and I’m starting to stan them so, here’s an imagine of my cute bias. 😚

“Why are we here so early?” Brian complained while yawning. It was Saturday at 8:30 am, pretty early for someone that wakes up past 11 am. The whole team of Ampers&One, which was the town’s local hockey team, was at the skating rink where they normally train on weekdays at 5 pm.

“Remember that coach cancelled training last week because of his allergies? Well, the only day available to reschedule was today, at 9 am.” The team’s captain, Jiho, responded while walking out of the locker room with his ice skates in hand.

“Stupid allergies, I could be sleeping right now.” The youngest of the group, Seungmo, complained as well. It wasn’t a secret that him and Brian loved to sleep all day on weekends.

“Quit complaining, it could be worse.” Mackiah spoke.

They kept walking and stopped at the bench that was in front of the ice rink.

They sat down and started putting on their skates.

Jiho decided to take a look at the ice to see who was training.

To his surprise, there was a pretty girl wearing leggings and a zip up jacket. She was doing spins and jumps, landing perfectly.

Standing a few feet away from her was a woman, who he assumed was her coach.

“Wah, she’s so pretty.” Kyrell spoke.

“Who’s she?” The blonde asked.

“Why are you asking?” Kamden questioned beside him. “You like her?”

“N-no.” The boy stuttered.

“I bet he thinks she’s cute.” Kyrell teased him.

When he didn’t respond, the two boys, plus the maknaes that were eavesdropping, began to make “oooh” noises.

“Her name’s Y/n, she’s a pretty well known ice skater.” Siyun informed the team.

“And how do you know that?” Brian asked raised an eyebrow.

The browned haired shrugged his shoulders. “I’m an ice skating enthusiast.”

“I’ve never seen her before.” Mackiah commented.

“Maybe she trains on weekends.” Seungmo guessed.

“Maybe.” Jiho kept looking at her, his eyes trained on her every move. She was so hypnotizing.

“I guess Jiho DOES have a crush, just look at him.” Kyrell “whispered”, his forte wasn’t really being quiet so everyone could hear him.

Kamden nodded. “He’s so astounded that he didn’t even hear what you said, and you suck at whispering.”

Everyone agreed.

And in a flash, it was time for their practice. Their coach arrived 5 minutes before the assigned time.

As they were preparing to enter the ice, the girl exited the rink with her coach. They bowed politely to the group of boys and walked towards the locker room.

Y/n felt a lingering stare so she looked back, surprised to see that the blonde guy kept looking at her. When he realized he quickly turned around, blushing. The girl blushed and giggled, thinking he was cute.

And with that, their first meeting ended. Without knowing that that was the start of something new.

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[upsidedownwithsteve]

The Fifth Day Of Christmas

Steve Harrington x fem!reader [0.7K]

“D’you trust me?”

You didn’t hesitate. “Yes.”

Steve beamed, a heart warm, chest aching, mind melting kind of smile. You felt gooey, hotter than you should’ve been despite the way the ground around you was covered in frost and leftover snow.

“Take my hand,” he told you, fingers cold and wiggling at you as seven year old Jenny Jameson spun past him.

The ice rink was full, the floor glittering with the reflection of the lights that has been strung over the trees that surrounded it. It was makeshift at best, old wooden pallets acting as safety barriers and you had a high chance of getting some serious splinters if you crashed into them.

But Hopper had shrugged and took a drag of his coffee when the town committee had complained, telling them all that it was a damn sight safer than hoping Lovers Lake was thick enough to not crack under the weight of a few hundred skaters.

But Steve had started the date night with hot chocolate from the bakery, a too big cinnamon twist shared between you, fingers as sticky with sugar as your lips were but it only made each kiss sweeter than normal. And then the boy led you into town and light up at the sight of the rink, he only had to flash a smile at you - that smile - and before you knew it, you were lacing up old skates that weren’t yours.

Steve was already on the ice, balanced perfectly on the edge of his blades, a dark green beanie making his hair messier than normal, fairy lights reflecting off of the glasses he wore. He was smiling - maybe smirking - but all of his attention was on you, so you didn’t mind either way. He was still holding out his hand, waiting for you to step onto the ice with him.

The problem was, your balance was off at the best of times, no slippery surfaces required. Steve was athletic to the point of annoying, always able to pick up a skill easier than should’ve been allowed. So it wasn’t a surprise to watch him glide effortlessly onto the ice, grinning and shrugging casually when you scoffed from the sidelines, offended at his confidence.

But then he was leaning over the wooden pallet barrier and hooking his fingers into the collar of your sweater, barely visible from the hill of your coat and scarf. He found it all the same, pulled you in by it until your nose was bumping him and you pushed up onto your toes out of habit, chasing his touch.

It was easy to forget you were balancing on the edge of a blade when Steve was close. So you wobbled, eyes wide and your hands gripped the boy’s side in a panic as he huffed out a laugh.

You glared at him and he apologised with a kiss, one that still tasted like cinnamon and cocoa, one that was bordering on too scandalous for the middle of town. It made you squish your nose to his cheek, hands diving to fist his coat in your hands the same way he did to yours and you weren’t really sure if you were pulling the boy closer or making sure he didn’t pull away sooner than you wanted him to.

Either way, Steve stayed close, cheeks flushed, eyes heavy, butterfly kisses scattered over your jaw, your chin, the corners of your mouth. He grinned when you sighed, a heavy sound, one that sounded a lot like giving in.

He held his hand out to you again, all cold fingers and bright smiles, laughing when you accepted it.

“Atta’ girl,” he told you and god, it made your insides feel warmer, it made your stomach jump and your heart tick upwards.

You took a step onto the ice, one foot, then the other. You were quick to slip and falter, caught by Steve with another bright laugh, a sound you could never be mad at. But you pouted anyway and clung to him, two hands tight in his and your eyes were wide as you stared at him.

“Don’t let me go,” you said and it wasn’t a question.

“Me?” Steve huffed, all faux surprise. “Let you go? Never.”

[urne-buriall]

in young hearts Sam says "What do you think's ahead for him? We just sent him into 1998 with an angel boyfriend" and in the intro to part 3 your author here says "like the ending of Clue, this is how it could have happened" but we learn that not everything is as expected

but there is a version in my head where Past-Cas and Teen-Dean end up back at Bobby's and find a spell in the MoL bunker to get Cas his own (identical) vessel without possessing someone. and before they get to make the most of it, the British MoL show up and our boys skedaddle back to Bobby's, then end up taking the bus back to Sam and John but John's gone on a hunt by the time Dean gets there

so Dean gets to just... introduce Cas to Sam. without John as a looming presence. and when Sam goes to school the next day it's the first time they're together behind a closed door in their own respective bodies and it's corny to say he feels made new, but...

and they spend every day together and Cas helps Sam with his physics homework and the three of them go out to a concert together one weekend and Sam gets to start normal habits. he goes out with friends for coffee and sweet drinks, kills time with them in the mall, and gets invited out to skate with them and Dean goes too and spends all his time at the other end of the rink teaching Cas how to ice-skate

Cas mostly wears Dean's jeans but has a few shirts of his own and a handsome coat of corduroy and fleece because hunters have sharp eyes for anything unusual and Dean has told him, "if I put on a coat, you put on a coat, if I'm in a t-shirt, don't be in a sweater"

and they visit Essie at the library even though she doesn't know how well she'll one day know them, and learn that her husband, still living, owns a music supply shop and plays trombone, his jazz group has a gig in town, and even though it's not Dean's scene him and Cas can toy with hands under the table in a dim-lit lounge and furtively abscond to the men's room and it's actually like a real life date

and I'm not going anywhere with this I just have known it all a long time and thought someone might like to picture it along with me

[thewritersaddictions]

First Kiss: Jonathan Byers- Winter Kiss

Pairing: Jonathan Byers x Fem!Reader

Pov: Readers

Warnings: First kiss, Fluff, sweetness, Jonathan being sweet, winter time, clumsy action, ice skating.

Summary: A simple kiss in the snow after ice skating

A/n- Firefly-graphics for dividers

WC- 1.6k

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Winter had come earlier than normal here in Hawkins. Cold weather coasted around the town and hit every person the same way. Large, warm coats came out from the closets. It was starting to snow, as Jonathan pulled up in his ford galaxy. 

The snow started to lightly cover his car. I wrapped myself up in my parka. Throwing the hood over my head and rushing out the door before jumping to his car. “So are you going to tell me what you have planned for us?” I asked through a cold shiver that ran down my spine. 

Jonathan’s car was running and the heat was on full blast but the cold winds that had hit my face as I ran towards his car were still in my body. “No, I’m thinking I’d like to surprise you.” He said smiling sweetly at me. We had been together for only a short time, but he was my first true boyfriend. 

He wasn’t some sad joke that was being played on me. He was pure, sweet, and true to me in every way. When we first met it was in a high school class bumping into each other. Our things making a huge mess on the high school floor. His camera had flown through the air and landed on the lens, so the next time I saw him I gave him a brand new camera. I aplogized and thought it would be the end of that. Instead, it grew and blossomed into what we were now. Together almost every day and he picks me up for date night every week. Regardless of the weather, he was right here infront of my house at the right time, every time. 

“I can deal with that as long as you let me control the radio.” I said. He didn’t say anything but went to pull out of the driveway. His arm came to sit on the back of my seat. I played with the radio until I switched to the mixtapes finding something more suitable for the both of us. “Girlfriend is better” popped up on the radio, and I smiled leaving it there. Jonathan began to softly move in the driver’s seat and sing along with the words. I did the same. 

Not truly paying attention to where we were going, we drove for what seemed like forever. The rest of the mixtapes played. The clash coming on next. Jonathan sang that song out to his heart’s content. Each lyric was perfect in comparison to the actual song. He turned the radio all the way up as he continued to drive. 

“I have to ask,” Jonathan said turning down the radio a little bit so he didn’t have to yell over it. “Yeah, love.” I answered back grateful for the slight quietness. “You do know how to roller blade right?” He asked as he pulled up to a stoplight. He looked over at me, nose a little red due to the grand contrast of cold and hot. “Are you taking me roller skating?” I asked a little surprised at his date idea. 

“No, Y/n. Just answer my question.” Jonathan said, resting his hand on mine. His thumb grazed over my knuckles. “yes I can roller skate. Though I haven’t gone in a long while. Not since I was kid, ya know with friends.” I rambled on. “Good, I just wanted to be sure you can.” Jonathan said, the light changed and he was back on the gas. We continued to drive in comfortable silence the radio playing in the background. 

The mixtape played over only one or two songs before Jonathan was parking the car in a spot. The snow had stopped only just for a little. “You can open your eyes.” Jonathan said the car was warm, the heat had slipped into my bones, and the jacket kept me hot like a furnace. When I closed them we were at a four-way stop, and now that I open them we were at an outdoor rink. Tons of families and couples were walking past us in our parked car. 

“Is this…” My words eluded me. “An ice rink outdoors no less.” Jonathan finished for me. With a proud smile, he shook his head looking over at me. “We’re going ice skating in the middle of winter Jonathan?” I asked. Another proud smile and a head shake. “Now lets go before the rink gets too crowded and we can barely move.” He said sweetly. Turning off the car and opening the car door, a whip of cold air hit the both of us. I shivered but unbuckled my seat and got out. 

Slamming the door before walking closely next to Jonathan. I slipped my hand and arm around his. His hands shoved deep into his pockets trying desperately to stay warm. He looked over at me or rather looked down at me. There were a few things we hadn’t done together. One of them being a kiss. 

I was the purest girl in Hawkins, but regardless of that. Jonathan had been the sweetest boy about my kiss virginity. Taking every step carefully, we did everything except kiss. Everything under the sun we did. He held my hand sweetly as we went on dates. 

The line wasn’t long as we waited for our rental ice skates. “I get why you asked if I had ever skated before.” I said, looking up at him. Before resting my head back on his shoulder. “I’ve never been ice skating though. I’ve heard the same motion.” He laughed and then we walked forward. 

We got our skates, and Jonathan found us a place to put them on. Jonathan was able to tie up his laces before I had even got my foot into the skate. He came over, bending at his knees and gliding both my feet into the skates before looking at me. His cheeks and nose were red due to being outside. 

Then he laced them up for me. “I think you did that on purpose.” He said lacing up one of the skates before tying a bow. Securing my foot in the skate. I rolled my eyes, a playful shrug at my shoulders. “Yeah, I think you did. You just wanted to see me on my knees.” He said winking at me while he laced up the other skate. Patting my calves while getting up back onto his feet, and reaching a hand out for me to take. I walked slower than he did as we waited for an opening to the ice rink. 

Jonathan took the first step reaching out a hand to help support me. I took it, relying all on my weight on Jonathan. He helped me step down onto the ice. A small slip-up and i’d end up on my ass, and in pain. But for the entire time, Jonathan held my hand and we skated together. The blades hit the ice and perfectly glided. We skated together for what seemed like forever. By the time my legs started to ache from the constant motion, the sun had moved to the middle of the sky. Along with that people had started to leave the rink so it was getting harder and harder to keep myself on my feet. But it was also nice to just be next to Jonathan and not be forced to talk about anything. 

“Baby, my legs are hurting.” I said, turning to look at me. “Are they? We can leave if you want.” He said, A sympathetic look crossed his face. “Please, Jon.” I said. My legs were aching, we held hands as we skated the last bit of the way toward the entrance. 

He helped me take my skates off before taking his own off. We returned our rentals and then walked back to the car. The snow had started again and it covered Jonathan’s car completely. “You know you’re very pretty.” He said his fingers grazing sweetly, and softly over my cheekbone. I couldn’t help but blush at his soft touch and sweet comments. “Thank you, Jon.” I whimpered. 

He continued to let his fingers graze over my cheeks and jaw. Then his fingers ever so slightly grazed over my bottom lip. It quivered as his fingers left my bottom lip. Jonathan looked down at me. “I wish I could kiss these lips. They’re so soft.” Jonathan said looking back and forth between my lips and eyes. 

“Can I?” He asked. My eyes got big under the immense stare I was getting from him. “Please.” Jonathan begged me. His hand was cupping my cheek. The cold wasn’t even that bothersome anymore. He was the only thing that I was worried about. He was all I cared about. Not the snow that was falling onto my lashes or onto Jonathan’s beanie. 

I shook my head, but he didn’t move. Instead, he just kept looking at me. Sweet dark brown eyes looking at me, pleading with me. “Will you kiss me, Jonathan?” I asked. My breath was taken away as he dipped down. Our lips hit each other with a savory feeling behind them. Soft and pillowy as we kissed. Jonathan carded his fingers through the hair at the back of my neck. 

They slightly parted but his tongue never slipped into my mouth. I just fell further into the kiss. I dare say that his kiss made me melt. I dare say that our lips melted together, but when he withdrew from the kiss. There were plump and red, I couldn’t help but smile and bite my own swollen lips. 

“We should get going.” He said. I shook my head and let him guide me toward the passenger’s door. Opening it and guiding me into the seat. I watched as he slammed the door shut and ran over to the driver’s side. Even though it was cold in the car, the heat from the kiss kept me warm all the way home. 

Completed on: 01/26/23

Posted on: 01/27/23

The Adults- @yourfavdummy

[sallowhillshq]

PLOT DROP 005: crackling fires

After the stress of October, the holidays seem like a welcome relief for the residents of Sallow Hills.  It’s a time for snow, warm drinks, and times with family.   This December seems chillier than normal, with heavier snow encouraging people to stay indoors and keep warm.  But, December is not without event in Sallow Hills.

the plot drop will begin today, december 5th, and we encourage wrapping up event threads around january (though this will not be enforced)

starter & plot call rules do not restart and continue as explained in our rules

any further information for this plot drop will be under plotdrop005

part one - the carnival

With the chill coming in, the Council wanted to give the people of Sallow Hills something to look forward to.  While smaller than the annual Summer Carnival, the booths and rides have been brought back to life on the pier.  Challenge your friends in bumper cars, bundle up and ride the ferris wheel, try out the ice skating rink, or brave the haunted house (that some claim are truly haunted).  As well, vendors from your favorite in-town restaurants and local bakers and chefs have set up on the pier and out along the coast, so stop by!

part two - gifts and crafts

The main room of the Community Center has been transformed to bring joy and excitement to the holiday and gift giving season!  Come check out little gifts and trinkets made by locals in towns (from jewelry, to woodwork, to occult objects, to so much more!).  Or, if you prefer, stop by one of the craft-making booths and make something for your loved ones!

part three - a princely fire

We are sad to share that the Drown Prince suffered a fire recently.  It is unknown how it started, and is still being investigated.  They have asked for all volunteers they can get to help rebuild the parts of the building that have been destroyed by the fire so they can get back in business as soon as possible.  Contact Mia Smoak and Shego for more information.

part four - ghostly figures

Many have stated feeling as though their loved ones (or unloved ones) that have passed are surrounding them this holiday season.  Perhaps you too will see the ghosts of your past - whether you want to or not.

[flanarchy]

hometown for a few weeks. park out front of the library, it is a remarkable comfort among so much conflict when home to know i can park anywhere, any time, and never pay a dime. gina painted that box out front, i remember when she was doing it and i’d walk by, books and a cat on it. familiar metal handle, swing open the door next to my hometown best friend, library science graduate looking for a job who used to work here. swing open the door and say hello ms. ruby, yes i’m back in town, oh i’m not sure when im leaving again yet, but soon, probably as soon as i can, you know me, we always have this conversation as routine. yes, best friend says, i’m still looking for a job, not ready to start grad school yet. that’s what we’re doing here today: the one coffee shop closed right now, so we’re here online looking at jobs together, and we leave ms. ruby to sit a table and i immediately turn to the left and see it, what’d i’d walked right past before: the back wall is empty, half the other shelves are gone.

best friend says: you didn’t know?

i thought the tornado in april had only damaged a bit of the roof, but i guess the leaks were bad. 8,000 books gone, best friend tells me. i’d come, secondarily to the job search, for dickens, but there were no Ds left in the adult section.

at 15 i’d spent a lot of time there, more than normal. best friend and i volunteered, 2 hour shifts 2 days a week, but i always stayed at least half an hour longer. it was my first “job” and i didn’t want anyone to know i was watching the clock, so i’d get there early and always stay late so as not to appear rude, but really i was watching. my OCD was at its worst and i could distract myself more easily in other places, but not when i was there and my job was to take each book off the shelf, scan it, and place it back—inventory. over and over, the same way my thoughts went, except the books changed and the thoughts often didn’t, so that i was spiraling by the end of two hours. when best friend mentioned she listened to music, i realized no one would hate me for earphones, and i’d try to giggle silently while i listened to a funny podcast so as not to alert passerby. but before that, getting through the two hours with nothing to stimulate my brain was a fight, and most often i’d be thinking, what would each of these librarians think if i was gay? would they hate me?

in the entire adult nonfiction section there was only one book on being gay: Gay America. i tried to be conspicuous the day i checked it out. i read enough that i felt i could have this book, same as any, and no one would mention it. no one did.

i ask to borrow my partner, aspiring librarian’s, libby login: my home library does not have it. best friend says they used to, actually—she went to work for them part time after we volunteered, and she’s stayed in this town, so she keeps up—one day it was gone. i’d ask about it, but it doesn’t seem the time. there are 8,000 books gone, and it’s nine months after the tornado. surely there are funding for these things, my mom says when i ask her if she knew about it. clearly something has not come through. nine months and there are no Ds in the adult section, and none of plenty of other letters, for that matter. Gay America is still there. i should send up a prayer for that. i thought a lot about the library when my town was blown through, and then i didn’t anymore when told it was fine: skating rink, gone, that gas station, gone, plenty of friend’s houses: gone. i’d come home and we’d all been talking about how piggly wiggly still had not been rebuilt. no one told me about the library. no one told me what it was like to walk in and see empty shelves.

this summer mississippi banned libby and hoopla for minors. part of that anti-gay, anti-trans, pro-book ban wave, but no one talked about it, really. i think of high school me, sliding that blaring Gay America off the shelf. the one book in the nonfiction section. i have no libby. half the books that disappeared had to have been james patterson and colleen hoover, anyway, and i complained about that, just as i used to rail on about how it was unfair that you had to be 18 to check out graphic novels, but still, they are gone.

i’m looking for community organizing positions, on the job listings. when we sit down i see one, advocating for urban libraries. but i think, what do i know about that? what would i even want to do in a position like that?

when my town was wrecked i felt powerless states away. friends made me feel better when they said all those trees—they will regrow. but a town like mine gasps for breath after a tragedy like that, and the red cross has long since left, and months later the shelves are still not full, and years later there is still only one gay book in the nonfiction section.

[sztefa001]

Poland here and we got that too. More text (and a picture) under read more.

We used to have winter. Frosty mornings were a thing as early as October. All Souls' Day was often snowy and that's 2nd of November and that was normal.

There used to be snow. So much of it in fact that going for sleigh rides was a thing. Big, horse-pulled sleigh were popular in the mountain area but you could join some of those small kiddie sleighs and attach them to a car. I could use skis and sleighs on my own street in the suburbs. When dad was shoveling the snow from the driveway I could build a slide/hill that was maybe small but still big enough to be used for skis/sleigh.

And there was ice too. It was so thick I remember fishers drilling fishing holes on a lake and the ice was 35-40cm if not more. By the local lake there was a place where you could rent ice skates and even skis/snowboards or kiddie sleighs as there was a little hill next to it.

Now the only snow landscapes I see are those painted on glass ornaments for x-mas trees. Winter lasts a few days only. Temperatures hardly go lower than -10 C and stay around -7 to 0 and they fluctuate hard while -15 holding for weeks was normal and days of -20 or even -25 were not unusual.

Generally there used to be more rain/snow/etc and it was more constant. If it rained in spring it used to rain for a week or even two. If there was a storm in summer it could last days.

And summer... in summers temperatures used to be moderate and stable. Staying at +20 to +25 for weeks on end. It wasn't cold in the shadow or past sunset. It was still warm enough to wear the same short clothes and walk barefeet even in fresh rain puddles.

Now it's hot as fuck (we just had +33 C in APRIL), the weather fluctuates so hard you can get all seasons in one day and the feel difference between sun and shade is another layer of clothing. Unless it's already +40 outside then shade is acc nice but nights get real cold. You can get a 15-20 degree jump between night and day.

Couldn't find the relevant gif or post containing it but it showed information about daily weather changes somehow like this:

Instead of winters we have Ugly Fall Depression 2.0 (now with sleet and glazed frost!), the summers are deadly hot, snow/rain/etc is way more scarce than it used to be, plants are getting burns and fruit gets cooked alive, weather and temperature go crazy like bridezilla on cocaine, bees think it's getting warm so they fly out just to be killed with sudden temp decrease, instead of 4 seasons (6 unofficially) we get like 2, we get no natural ice rinks (only shitty plastic sheets) or skiing hills (only in mountains if you're lucky), sleigh rides and other winter activities are only in songs or paintings and Bocelli's "Dreaming of a White Christmas" makes me cry with anger and hopelessness for the weather lost to the time.

And yeah there's less bugs. Not only on windshields but in general. Last year we were getting a dozen mosqitos for a few weeks and that's it. We used to get them non-stop except for winter and that's when we lived in town. Sure it's nice to not have to hunt each night but I live by a forest now and their lack is concerning.

And people think it's normal. Even people my age don't remember.

What the fuck.

[sunnysheep]

the latest update in the sheep plays hockey saga: new town, new rink!

"get off the ice or the zamboni's gonna getcha" <- ive been thinking about this quote from the ice staff on loop it was so funny

ive done stick and puck two times, and both times the poor teenage girl on desk has looked at me and been like, "let's getcha your own locker room." lmao women perks i guess (very funny to me more on this later)

so instead of sharing a locker room with 20+ men and boys , i can get my own locker room as the sole girlie playing hockey! yippee!

so. the locker room. first off, the first time they let me in, they forgot to unlock it the whole way so the door locked behind me when i exited (leading to a very unfun time when i had to go sweatily get someone to let me back in after). then, the locker room itself: open floor plan jack and jill style room w/ benches, with the middle connector that consists of a very gross shower stall, a small sink, and a urinal. like lol what am i supposed to do with that they dont even have a dedicated female locker room pshhhh

i have a theory that the main locker room that they put they boys in is bigger. i have yet to be in any other locker room than the one i was put in, so i haven't been able to test it yet, but i will report back if i can get intel

the new rink has a very different demographic than my old rink. out are the 9 yr old hockey boys and in are the teenage and college-age boys! yippee! though honestly they are very fun - i love it when they try some wild trick shot and then pretend like they havent spent the last five minutes missing the net (mood)

ive been working on backwards skating, which has been very difficult. backwards crossovers are an absoulte nightmare and i dislike them greatly. very envious of the hockey players that just backwards skate like nothing. i want to eat them

side note: just want to say that can rinks PLEASE have more working adult-friendly public hours?? like my dudes only had three (3) times that i could feasibly(ish) make to go to stick and puck the past three weeks, and no times for the whole month of june!! like i understand why most of the hours are during the normal workday (kids off school etc), But my working adult self also wants to play the hockey 🥺

seriously why can't they have evening hours (or at least let us on the OTHER ICE) like they have 2 rinks in the building... why can't we use them both please i will pay money to skate please

anyways, i do love skating so it's been nice to have a rink close by again :) also looking forward to starting up lessons again in a few weeks!!

[kingkatsuki]

ice hockey player bakugo x figure skater reader who try to teach eachother their different ice skating related crafts.

showing up to each other's events. bonding over similar past injuries made when falling on the ice. reader wearing bakugo's old / past hockey jerseys as a pajama shirt / dress.

bakugo having reader sign his hockey stick as a form of good luck. or they sign each other's skates !!

i am melting.

You made this super soft and cute but imagine Bakugou’s in a low level hockey league and he’s trying to make it into the big leagues. He spends all his free time practising and your town only has one local ice rink that you’re able to use to practise.

It’s open to the public most days but you have it hired out in the evenings to practise your dancing, and he has it for his team to practise hockey. You’re both constantly fighting over the ice— the hockey team often overrunning their allocated time and it eats into yours, so whenever it’s your turn before theirs you deliberately overrun your slotted time just to be petty.

So it has the team watching you on the ice while they wait for their turn to come out. Bakugou will never admit how beautiful you look dancing on the ice, how he could sit and watch you for hours because you look so ethereal. How worried he gets whenever you take a tumble, as he watches to make sure you get back up. Knowing firsthand how much those falls onto the ice hurt— but he doesn’t care about you. You’re just the reason why he can’t book the rink out full time, you’re constantly annoying him and acting like your stupid little hobby is better than his sport.

But there’s one evening where the team leave the ice after practise and he lingers, slowly packing his gear away as he’s left alone in the changing rooms as he stops near the top of the bleachers, dumping his bag on the floor as he sits and watches you— really watches you. The look of determination on your face as you swirl around the ice, the cries of pain when you fall which even make him flinch, but the way you’re so quick to get back up.

He doesn’t realise you can see him as you call out to him from the ice, asking if he’s enjoying the show— clearly embarrassed that you’ve fallen down so many times during this session. You’re not normally this bad… but you’ve just been having a bad day.

He picks up his bag and walks down the steps towards you, leaning over the wall as you skate towards him. This is probably the first time you’ve actually spoken to him like normal— without all the shouting and sarcastic remarks. When he’s this close he can see the tear streaks that stain your cheeks— the fresh ones clinging to your lashes as they threaten to fall. He wants to know what’s wrong, he wants to know everything but he doesn’t think it’s his place.

So you both stand there talking to each other, the rest of the evening. Bakugou even puts his skates back on so you can glide around the ice together just talking— and you find out more about each other. He finds out your goal is to hit the big leagues, just like him.

You tell him about a qualifying event you have coming up and to your surprise he’s there, sitting at the top in the corner as you perform. A small smile on his face as he nods his head in greeting to you from where you are on the edge of the ice. Smiling back as you prepare to start your set.

The last thing you’d expected was for the rough, brash hockey player you’d been fighting with for weeks to show up at your qualifier and yet here he was.

He wonders why you’re dancing alone when everyone else has a partner, wonders why you look far more determined to succeed than all the other couples waiting to perform (because clearly you have to work twice as hard when you’re performing alone), and he wonders whether there’s anyone else here supporting you— because he’s never seen you with anyone else.

[rikeijo]

Today's translation #36

Sayo Yamamoto's interview in Go Yuri go!!! offical fanbook

Part 4.

Q: It's a bit surprising that even Otabek uses social media.

A lot of foreign skaters have accounts. We can say that it's normal to promote yourself by posting about what you are doing. Otabek too uses all sorts of social media. He practices at rinks not in his home country but abroad - I think, for skaters who have to travel all over the world, social media are also a method to stay in contact with their friends, families and fans.

Q: The fireworks scene in the ED was very memorable.

This was Hayashi-san's idea. It's not that all three of them were together in Hasetsu in the summer. So, it's not that it's a scene that actually happened somewhere sometime in the past - it's an imaginary world. Hayashi-san is very observant and the visuals he creates are very convincing - he makes you think that the moments he portrays really happened.

Q: What was the most important thing to you when you were working on the visual side of Yuri!!!

First of all with screen layouts, at first I wanted them to look similar to Kubo-san's original style of drawing, so I was thinking about making the black color of characters' outlines really stand out. In addition, also in backgrounds, I wanted to leave the lines well-defined, and not make them too realistic and photo-like. With the exception of the town of Hasetsu, all [location] settings are essentially based in real world. In anime about figure skating, and one where we wanted to animate the GPF series, we wanted to have a link to real world locations where GP series events actually take place. Yuri!!! started airing in October, so the timing matched with real-life GP series, and by making the locations the same, we also wanted to make people, who don't watch figure skating normally, interested in watching real-life competitions.

Q: The interior of Yu~topia Katsuki is a very unique world.

Tamura (Seiki)-san, who was responsible for the design, is the person who works with me since the first anime I directed, as the art designer. He has a good sense of fun and he's really good at adding a special flavor to his designs. I think, if we just drew everything exactly in the same way as it appears in the photos we took for references, then it wouldn't really be even worthwhile to work on the designs. Especially in case of Yu~topia Katsuki and the main building where Yuuri's room is located, we wanted to make it look unique. We placed an order for a design that "shows you that the building has been remodeled, and some time has passed since the time when the Katsukis were running a ryokan [traditional Japanese inn] and now, when they use the ryokan building as their house with one-day [that is, you can't stay the night there] onsen facilities added. So inside the building we have a lot of elements from different cultures and time periods. In contrast, when designing the locations we wanted to look realistic, like the GP series venues, we used 3D-modelling.

Q: How was your co-operation with the sound director, Kiyomizu-san, going during the voice overs recording?

I have previously worked with Kiyomizu-san on "Lupin". He's very passionate about voice acting. He also has the ability to manage voice actors very well. He read the story we wanted to tell diligently and had a very good understanding of what we want to do, to the point that he was able to give me some ideas I've never thought about - I could entrust this job to him without any worries. When we were checking the voice overs together, we almost always agreed on the lines which sounded off - it made my life so much easier. In Yuri!!! from time to time we have scenes when we use manga-like deformations but when we were casting voice actors, it was very important for us to have actors, who can act naturally. All VAs are very talented, so basically the voice overs aren't that different from what I imagined they should sound like. Also I was the most grateful that Kiyomizu-san is also a skating fan. It is the director's job to explain everything to people who don't know anything [about the topic they need to work on], but it's so much better when you have to give only additional information to somebody who already knows a lot, than when you have to make somebody with 0 level knowledge reach level 2 or 3. The number of episodes we could work on together was not so big, so I wouldn't have much time to explain everything anyway - it was a luxury to be able to work with Kiyomizu-san, who already had know so much that I only had to give him some additional information.

[btsmosphere]

i’d like to make a request for the drabble game^^ what happens to jack frost!yoongi and his y/n? do they go on fun wintry adventures or mess around with yoongi’s powers?

Frozen Sun - drabble from the Snowstorm universe

~pairing: yoongi x reader ~word count: 1.1k ~fluff, established relationship, jack frost au, magic au ~rating: g ~warnings: none

~a/n: thank you so much for your request! I haven't gone back to this fic in a while so it was super fun to 're-discover' it in a way😊I thought a lot about this one and of course I love the idea of Yoongi's powers with the wintry vibes, but I thought it would be fun to see it set in summer! I hope you enjoy it xx

Normally, you wouldn’t welcome an icy breeze when you were dressed solely in a vest a shorts. But even as the sudden relief from the summer heat faded, you simply smiled in response to the goosebumps seizing your limbs.

Jumping up from where you had been lying in bed, you began to grab other clothes from your closet. Behind you, the window swung rattling in the wind.

But you knew that this was no storm, no sign of a turn in the weather.

Opening your door quietly, you snuck on light feet down the stairs and grabbed your coat from beside the door. Stuffing your arms between its thick layers, you stepped out into the blazing sun. Either side of your driveway, the grass was yellowed and shrivelled from the long heatwave the town was currently enduring.

Again, the breeze blew past your face, taking with it strands of your hair. Grinning, you turned in the same direction and followed them.

“Yoongi!”

On the corner stood your boyfriend, dressed as impractically for heat as you, in all black. His white hair also ruffled in the chill wind, which you well knew was his own doing.

“You’re back!” you cried as you reached him at last.

Right away, you were jumping into his arms, eagerly pulling him to your embrace. He hugged you back fiercely. Since he had first realised he could touch you without causing you pain, your arms had been his solace, and he clutched your head to him, pressing a kiss there.

You had both been away at college, but now you were reunited, back in the town you grew up in. A few visits aside, this was the longest you had been able to spend together since winter.

“I’ve missed you,” he muttered into your hair, then pulled back with the beginnings of a smile. “I know I said I’d be here a bit earlier, but I have a surprise for you.”

Eyes lighting up, you bounced on the balls of your feet. At your response, his eyes creased as he cracked a gummy smile. Taking you by the hand, he wasted no time setting off, leading you towards the edge of the town.

Needless to say, Yoongi wasn’t a fan of the heat, and kept the wind circling around the pair of you as you walked a familiar route. A few more streets and the treetops of the forest could be seen peeking above the rooftops.

You both had a special place in your hearts for the forest beside this town. Walking between the welcoming trunks once again, you let your head fall against Yoongi’s shoulder with a soft smile.

Your heart leapt when he squeezed your hand tighter in response.

A little way on, you noticed the temperature drop even more.

Raising your head a little, you caught glimpses between the trees of something… glittering?

It wasn’t far before all was revealed to you. Passing a few more trees, you were near the furthest end of the forest now, and spread out before you was a mirror-smooth expanse of ice coating the ground.

“You made this?” you gasped, though of course you didn’t need to ask.

In the sun’s glare, a thin layer of water had melted on the surface of the ice, but Yoongi made quick work of refreezing it. With a wave of his hand, small ice crystals bloomed like ghostly flowers on its surface.

His hand dropped from yours, making you turn to him.

An adorable grin greeted you as he held a pair of ice skates in front of him.

“What do you think?”

“I love it!” you beamed, “…though I’m terrible at skating.”

His smile slipped into a smirk as he passed you the skates.

“All the better for me then.”

He was right. All the while, he let you clutch onto him: his hands, his arm, the back of his coat.

Unsurprisingly, he was a natural, gliding around with ease and laughter drifting behind him. The moment you assured him you were confident enough on your own, he spread his arms and summoned the wind, which carried him effortlessly away from you.

You gaped, protesting as his smug face wound swiftly away from you through the trees.

“Hey!” you called, trying to propel yourself in the same direction.

Still shaky, you stumbled and wobbled your way over with flailing arms. To be fair to you, you grew smoother, making it successfully to the first tree.

When you looked around, Yoongi was not in sight. The first place you looked was up, knowing his love of games and habit of hiding up trees.

No luck, so you went along with his game with a smile dancing on your lips. Your skates carved delicate lines of frost behind you as you rounded the corner where the ice ended. Still you were skating when you heard a familiar giggle drift past you on the breeze.

“Yoongi!” you laughed, spurred on to move faster.

But this time, you had miscalculated. Instead of grounding and pushing you off, your back foot skidded, blade jarring on the ice.

Yelping, you flung your arms out in front to balance you. But your counterbalance only sent you tripping forwards, unable to save yourself as you overbalanced, feeling your feet slide from under you with your blunder-

A gust of wind whipped at your face as you toppled. Somehow, the air seemed to curl around you with enough force to suspend you for a moment – before it was replaced by a real pair of arms.

You did meet the ice, but with barely an impact.

You had landed in Yoongi’s arms, leaving you huddled together, knelt on the ice.

Looking up, you met your boyfriend’s slightly worried eyes. They scanned you, looking for any sign of upset.

Quite the opposite, only a second passed before your head was thrown back with laughter. Relieved, Yoongi’s face cracked into a smile again. Together your laughter mingled among the trees as he patiently helped you to your feet, keeping a careful hold of your hands again.

“I knew you’d never run far off,” you smiled.

Pushing off again to glide across the sun-tinted ice rink, he tucked you against his side with a hug. Your smile spread further as he pressed a kiss to your cheek.

“I always want to be near you.”

Thank you for reading!! Reblogs are the best way to support me if you enjoyed it💜and thank you again @littleflerken for your great request!

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[arcadejohn127-9]

Sorry the post reached its word limit so I have to add the undateables in a different post! Happy valentine's everyone!!!

Pt.1 = Demon brother's

UNDATEABLES↓

Diavolo:

Mini golf, it was both surprising and unsurprising

He was able to ditch the suit he wore normally to more comfortable clothes

Enjoying the strange golf courses Wincing everytime he shot one too far and completely lost the ball

You were getting better scores than him and he a better player!

"will you guide me on this one? I think I'm going to hit it too hard again."

You smiled, happily moving behind him and putting your hands on his

You helped him control his swing and to no surprise it was a perfect shot

"perhaps I should guide you every turn, you're a pro."

"if it isn't (Y/N), who's this? I don't think we've met."

"go away, I don't have time for you."

Dia immediately recognised your ex, hiding his annoyance behind a smile and shook their hand

"I'm their boyfriend, we're currently on a date, so if you'll excuse us."

He tried to usher you both along but your ex grabbed his hand

"let's not end this so soon, I was close with them, don't you want to share stories?"

"No-"

"I'll go first, as an ex wanting to help you out! Don't bring up a single issue to them, they won't help you at all, they always told me I was overreacting."

You groaned, clutching your golf club tightly

"because you were, threatening to hit me over not wanting to hear you complain about your side girls not texting you back is an overreaction."

"always spinning stories! This what I mean, you just need to be prepared to be in that kind of relationship with them, they'd only Respond to yelling."

"you're the only one who would listen when yelled to and would just yell at me because you could, you're a horrible person and you should leave right now-"

You wanted to hit them with your golf club, fuming at how they talked about you

"they've been very good to me and I've never had to raise my voice at them, perhaps you were the issue."

His voice was still so kind that your ex almost didn't realize what he said

"such a shame they've already gotten to you - oh we need to move, watch me play okay?"

They winked at the demon, strutting off to their new golf site

"let's play but I won't bother you to guide me."

"it's no bother-"

Dia took a strong strike, the ball flying off and hit your ex in the head

But another flying golf ball was already being sent their way

"Sorry! You just look like target with seeing how much you open for mouth, here I'll give you my club as an apology."

He 'accidentally' did it too hard and sent his club flying in their direction, they just missed it

They screamed at him for being crazy but he just kept his sweet smile

"so you're actually a great shot on your own."

"guilty, I just wanted you to hold me."

Barbatos:

Aquarium, it feels fitting seeing he's also a serpent demon .

You held his gloved hand, pointing out towards the colourful fish that caught your fancy

"there are remarkable species I'm sure you've yet to have seen in the Devildom, Perhaps I'll take you to see them."

"really??!! I'd love to!"

He admired the dolphins that swam across the open space around the hallway, watching the way it delved back into the water

"this is embarassing, is that really you?!"

"oh no...."

"it is! When I found you disappeared I thought it was because of me! But here you are and with you're- whoever this is."

"I'm the boyfriend."

He nudged you away from your ex, his mood already sour

"boyfriend?! Already...? What a shame you moved on so quickly, I've been thinking about you."

They caressed the side of your cheek but you just slapped their hand away

"yeah right, leave us alone - I don't want to be around you."

"don't even think about insulting them, are you really going to bring up the past as a way to hurt them just because they've refused you?"

"h-huh-?! What are you- I wouldn't do such a thing!"

"oh...? So you weren't thinking of bringing up the time they use to 'love' you Touching them and was just 'shy' about it? Knowing it'll get a rise because you know that they didn't like your touch."

"how did you-?!"

"I know alot about you and what you plan to do, it would best you step away now before I set your fate in stone - swimming with the fishes."

He towered over them, their back pressing against the tank glass,

their eyes glancing to the fishes behind them

They let out a nervous laugh

"right....well I'll be going then, goodbye (Y/N)."

Solomon:

A fire works show - meant you could spend the mornings doing whatever you want but the night?

That's when you two went Speeding

You kept your scarf close to your face, it being a chilly night

You kept your hand intertwined with your boyfriend's, in awe at the fireworks

"They're not very close are they? i could make fireworks."

He shook his star wand, you were thankful it looked like a toy

"Sol, you can't just use magic when there's a small inconvenience."

"fireworks-!"

Soon enough fireworks came bursting out closer to where you two stood, still a safe distance away but seeing as you didn't get the best spot in the crowd

It was much cooler to see them closer

"No way!!! You're back in town?! I thought you left for good!"

It was almost hard to hear your ex over the fireworks

Solomon gave them the side eye as he clutched your hand

"I know have devastated you were after the breakup, seriously didn't think you'd disappear, I bet that you died or something!"

"do you have nothing better to do?! I'm trying to enjoy the fireworks with my boyfriend."

"Him?! You going for witchy hippies?! Wooow your taste has just stayed shit, hasn't it?! This is why you need me back, I actually gave you good taste!"

"You made me listen to country rap that all sung about beating women - I've upgraded!"

You shuffled closest to Solomon, ignoring your ex as they kept trying to pester you

"Can you stop being such a- are you kidding me?! You're never going to change- don't - ignore- you stupid bi-"

The more they began to yell the more powerful fireworks Solomon set off

Almost completely blocking out you exes screams

It got to the point there had to be a fireworks break due to how hectic it got

"this is dumb, I'm leaving." They huffed as you continued to ignore them

"how fortunate, I'm sure I could of started a fire from all that."

"like a fire would of stopped you, thanks for blocking them out."

He kissed your cheek, smiling

"my pleasure~"

Simeon:

He took you ice skating, unfortunately you were terrible at it whilst he was fine

You were both wrapped up warm as he helped you skate across the rink

Your legs wobbled and you slid to face your almost fell over

"hahah, you're adorable but don't worry, you'll be a master of it by the end of tonight."

You slowly got the hang of it, gripping his arm whilst he just smiled, enjoying being so close to you

"i think I got it-! Wait no no no don't let go!"

Just as your small victory gave you a big smile it immediately dropped when your ex skidded over

"What are you odds of you being here, I see you still can't skate."

"so what? You want to bother me about skating? Why not go back to your girlfriend and leave me alone."

They just laughed

"so insistent, if that's what you want~"

They skated past you, bumping into you and you immediately went flying into the ice

Happy you kept your hands close to your face as another skater zoomed by

Simeon hastily helped you back up, dusting Ice off you

"Let's sit down, maybe they won't be here for long."

He helped you off the ice and you both sat on a bench, he got you a warm drink before sitting down

But it wasn't over, your ex coming to where you were sitting still in the rink

"sorry about that, it was a total accident I swear - tell me (Y/N), what made you come here? I bet you were stalking my page again, wanted to see me?"

"no, I just wanted to have a date with my boyfriend."

"It would be best you left us alone, your presence clearly isn't wanted."

"neither was your opinion, from past lover to new, watch yourself because they will destory your heart and your life - nothing will ever be comfortable or happy with them."

"that is untrue-"

"really? Is it? We all know they just like to use people for their kindness and leave them because of a stupid mistake - don't you understand what parties do to people? Huh?! I'm glad I got with her at that party because she's a better partner than you ever were."

You pounded the side of your first to the table, glaring at them with tears in your eyes

"you cheated on me and blames it on alcohol, when I forgave you - it only made you feel happy to keep going back to her! Don't talk to me like you're the victim-!"

Simeon, rubbed your back, frowning at your ex

Your ex just scoffed, skating off

Your boyfriend suddenly stood up and began to march over to the rink

You tried to ask what he was doing but he didn't respond, quickly skating over to your ex

When he caught up he skidded so far they got covered in ice, grabbed your ex with a smile

And suddenly, you didn't see what happened but your ex screamed, darting off the Ice trying to get away from Simeon

When he finally came back he took a sip of your drink and smiled

"let's head back on the ice, I still have to make you a pro."

[darthkruge]

Anakin Skywalker x Reader ~ Life Day

Summary: Spending Life Day with Anakin. Also, let’s pretend I’m better at titles than I am.

Warnings: Language and fluff, y’all. 

Words: 2.1k

A/N: We’re all going to pretend that there is ice skating in Coruscant. Because there should be. Also, Happy Holidays to all of you lovely people. Thank you for supporting me and being my friends <3

“Come on!!” You said, trying to pull your boyfriend up.

“Y/N...” Anakin groaned, “Come back to bed, it’s early and cold!”

Normally, on days you both had off, you’d concede and spend the remainder of your time lounging in each other’s arms. But today was Life Day! You’ve always loved the snow and it was the first Life Day since you and Ani started dating, you weren’t going to waste it. 

“Anakin Skywalker! You are going to get out of bed this instant and spend the day with me.”

“Oh, really?”

“Yeah. I know, I can see the future.” You joked.

Anakin quirked one of his eyebrows, slightly opening his eyes to look at you. “Hmmm… well, if you’re so good at predicting things, how come you didn’t predict this-”

You squealed as you felt yourself lifted off the ground, the Force pulling you right back into bed. You, however, were having none of it. You immediately jumped back up and away from Anakin’s inviting, warm embrace, knowing that if you caved you’d never leave. 

“Come on!” You repeated, dragging out the last word. 

Anakin threw his head back against the pillows dramatically. “Fine” He was never able to say no to you and you both knew it. If something had the slightest chance of making you happy, he’d do it in a heartbeat. 

You cheered as you successfully pulled him out of bed. You quickly threw his robes at him, his boots in your other hand.

Anakin chuckled. “Eager, aren’t we?”

You just jumped up and down happily as he finished getting ready.

“Alright, come on, love. Where do you want to go?”

“The town!! I want to walk around, look at shit, I dunno! Just- let’s go!”

Your energy was contagious and, before long, the two of you were skipping down the Coruscant streets. Anakin insisted on taking alleyways whenever possible; he wanted to amuse you but didn’t exactly want another Council member to see him grinning like an idiot and laughing hysterically in his secret relationship in the middle of town. You didn’t mind. As long as he was here with you, you didn’t care. 

After walking for another few minutes, you came to an abrupt stop.

“Hey!” Anakin yelped, almost smacking into you. “What the-”

You held up your hand and started pointing excitedly. “Ani, look! Ice skating!! We have to!”

He took one look at you, eyes lit up from excitement and smile bigger than he’s ever seen, and was sold. 

He took your hand and led the two of you to the ice rink. You both laced up your skates, walked onto the ice, and immediately death-gripped the wall. 

“So, Y/N, want to show me how to do this?”

“... I thought you would show me how to do this”

“Why did you assume I knew how to ice skate?!”

“I don’t know! You just- You know things I expected you’d get this! Or like, use the Force or something!”

“You’re the one who suggested this!” Anakin laughed, smiling and shaking his head at your current predicament. The both of you were basically glued to the side of the rink, shuffling forward slowly like two drunk penguins. 

You started laughing, too. You couldn’t help it. Eventually, after spending the next fifteen minutes getting more comfortable with it, you decided to take a risk and only hold on with one hand. 

“Ani, look! I’m doing it!” You were giddy from excitement. 

Anakin chuckled lightly. He loved seeing you like this, so care-free and joyous. 

You came upon a slightly rough spot of ice and skid for a moment, your hand going out to brace you in case you fell. Anakin, ever heroic, jumped into action. 

He called your name and let go of the side of the rink, trying to get to you so you could hold onto him. Emphasis on trying. Instead, he pushed off the side of the rink, was completely unstable, and landed flat on his ass. 

Since it was only a slight skid, you were able to right yourself pretty quickly and without help. So you were pretty surprised when you heard an“Ow!” from behind you.

You turned around and let out an involuntary laugh. Your boyfriend, Anakin Skywalker, powerful and renowned Jedi, was sitting on the floor of the rink, ice in his hair, pouting.

You shuffled back to him and held out a hand. “Are you alright, Ani?” You said, hand coming to comb through his hair. 

Anakin sighed dejectedly and took your hand, face still red from embarrassment.

“...Yeah” 

“You’re an idiot, you know that right?”

“I thought you were going to fall!” He grumbled.

“Anakin, it was like a two second skid, I would have been fine!” You laughed

“I just wanted to protect you”

You looked at him gently. It was true and you knew it. All he’s ever tried to do is protect you. “I know, baby, I know. You’re still moronic, though. But I love you for it.” 

“Yeah, yeah, keep moving, L/N”

You chuckled. “Nice, Skywalker.”

After exiting the rink, you took his hand and walked back to the bench to return your skates. You felt him staring at you. 

“Stop that”

“I’m not doing anything!”

“Yeah! You’re like… looking at me”

Anakin laughed. “So I’m allowed to date you but I can’t look at you? That’ll complicate things”

You playfully smacked his chest. He led you behind the rink and away from prying eyes and, as you tried to squirm away, his arms came around you and he pulled you in for a kiss. You tasted the frost on his breath, making the sensation of his warm lips even more inviting. You lost yourself in the taste of him, in the feel of his tongue and lips against your own. 

You separated for a second, breath mingling as you looked at him. His eyes were soft, snowflakes nestled in his gorgeous hair. His hands cupped your face, thumbs tracing your cheekbones. 

“Hi” You said softly.

“You’re incredible” He replied, reconnecting his mouth with yours. You sighed into him, fingers weaving into his hair as his hands grabbed your waist. You were grinning into the kiss and so was he, your emotions connected as your energies fed off each other. You were so attuned to the other that it was indescribable. You didn’t even need to talk, you simply understood. Understood each other’s minds, bodies, and souls. That level of intimacy- it was all you’d ever wanted. 

“Want to head back?” He asked quietly. Even though you had broken apart from your embrace, Anakin kept his voice low. It was as if everything he said was special, just for you. 

You nodded and picked up his arm, settling it around your shoulder as you put yours around his waist. As you finally returned to your apartment, the two of you flopped onto the bed. The day had exhausted you in the best way. You felt at peace, loved, cherished, and, for once, safe. 

“Did you enjoy our first Life Day together, my love?”

You hummed in content, lacing your fingers with his, twisting to look up at him from your current position. He was sitting against the headboard and you were lying with your back to his chest. His arms wound around your from behind and you rested your hands atop his, absentmindedly running your fingers across his metal ones. 

“I have something for you”

“Anakin, I thought we said no gifts!”

“I know, I know. But I love you and I couldn’t resist.”

He reached into his bed-side table drawer and pulled out a beautiful hand carved pendant. It had the symbol from your home planet on one side and a symbol for Coruscant on the other. You gasped at its beauty, eyeing the intricate details he must have spent hours perfecting.

“Anakin-” You breathed out. “It’s gorgeous, thank you!”

“I wanted it to represent your past and your future. I mean, well, what I hope is your future. I want to spend my life with you. I know the Council forbids it but I am so hopelessly in love with you,” He took a breath, letting his words hang for a moment. “Y/N L/N, what I’m trying to say is that I want you to be my future.”

“I want you to be my future too,” You said, pulling the pendant around your neck. It sat beautifully against your skin and you twirled it around. Seeing your old planet’s symbol, you were reminded of where you grew up. You reminisced, realizing that this feeling of happiness was all your childhood self wanted. As you looked at Coruscant, at its symbol, at the beautiful boy behind you, you were filled with this immense warmth. 

You had a home. 

“I’m sorry for breaking our no-presents rule, my love.” He mumbled in your ear, gently kissing your temple. You leaned into him. 

“It’s alright. I broke it too.” You said sheepishly. Anakin laughed. Of course you did.

You pulled out a poorly wrapped package and plopped it down on the bed. He smiled and you could tell he was excited, even though he didn’t let on to it. Anakin was always surprised when you did something for him even though you told him a million times that you loved him and you wanted to be there for him, just like he was for you. It wasn’t that he didn’t believe you loved him; Maker, there was no doubting your love for each other, it was just that he was always taking care of everyone else. He frequently forgot it went both ways. You, however, were determined to remind him.

Anakin unwrapped the present and just stared at it in shock for a moment. You fidgeted with your hands, wondering if something was wrong. Tentatively, you called his name, bringing him back to the present. He looked up at you and tears had filled his eyes. 

Your eyes widened. “Anakin, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to overstep, I’m so, so sorry-”

He cut you off by pulling you into a bone-crushing embrace, burying his face in your neck. You held onto him and rubbed your hands up and down his back, unsure of what was going on. 

He pulled away and looked deeply into your eyes. “Y/N, I love it.”

“Really?”

“Baby, it’s perfect.”

You let out a sigh of relief. “Thank Kriff, Anakin! You worried me for a second!”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to. I was just... processing. I can’t believe you went and made this for me, it must have taken hours!”

You looked at the painting you’d done of Shmi and Anakin at about 8 years old. She was ruffling the sand out of his hair and he was scowling, but clearly appreciative. You always remembered how his eyes lit up when he talked of his mother. You wished, more than anything, that they’d had more time together. 

“I’ve been taking art lessons for a while now and I wanted to do this for you. I know you loved her and how she gave you such moments of goodness in your overall not-so-great childhood. And I hated that you had no tangible reminder of her.” You gestured to the painting, hoping it conveyed the rest of your point.

“How did you-” Anakin was still trying to wrap his head around it. He was so moved, so touched that you valued him this much. He still had some trouble opening up. After being taught for so long to just push it down and suppress his feelings, he was afraid to share those emotions. And now, you come along and don’t just want to listen, you encourage him to talk. He genuinely feels like you care and, honestly, it’s a bit overwhelming. 

“Obi-Wan helped a bit… He dug through some old records, turns out they recorded a bit from when Qui-Gon and he went to Tatooine and met you all those years ago. He let me see it and it just gave me the inspiration I needed. And the rest of the details I filled in based on what you’d told me. I know how much she means to you, Ani. I’m just so glad you like it.”

Anakin looks at you with such love you think it’ll tear you open. “I adore you. Thank you, Y/N, truly. This is- you are everything.” 

“Come here,” You pulled Anakin back into your arms and rocked him back and forth in your embrace. He nuzzled closer to you and you smiled. It seemed you did end up spending Life Day in each other’s arms after all.

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December 1: Snow (Mystic Messenger)

Characters Included: 707, Yoosung, Zen, Jumin, Jaehee, Saeran & V

Notes: This prompt (or whatever you call this) is random, its meant to signify the start of December. So I apologize if people find that the prompt “snow” is not featured greatly here. Hope you’ll enjoy this!

Warning: Minor spoilers if you haven’t played MM and don’t know their backstories and real names.

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707

Seven is the most excited person in the whole RFA, with eyes sparkling, grinning widely and stuff. He’s practically shining with how enthusiastic he is with the Christmas season.

You can be sure that Seven will drag you anywhere, everywhere. This might not be his first Christmas, but its his first Christmas with you and the RFA. A home, a family he always wished he had.

You can also bet that he’ll drag Saeran with him. Saeran just going along with it because he has no choice-

Seven will do ice-skating with you, wander around town and look at the Christmas decorations. Though the best part, in his opinion, is being cozy with you on the couch with a steaming hot chocolate drink.

Saeyoung sighed contentedly as he lets his head rest on yours, his golden-colored pair of eyes looking at the fire place (pretend you have one-). There’s a small, gentle smile on his face, rather than the usual excited, cheeky smile plastered. The silence around you two was comforting and calming, that it makes Saeyoung drowsy.

As much as Saeyoung love the Winter season, he isn’t a fan of cold much. So you two ended up in your house, tucked in a thick blanket and sipping on a steaming hot chocolate drink which you two prepared. Now this is home, Saeyoung blissfully thought. “Should we host a party at RFA, to celebrate the holidays?” His s/o asked, breaking the silence momentarily.

Saeyoung just hums as he snuggled closer to you. “I think it’s a great idea.” Saeyoung mumbled, luckily you caught it. You smiled peacefully. “Alright.. how about this years theme is cat holidays?”

Yoosung

Yoosung is the second most excited in RFA. He will literally drag you to town to watch the snow fall and the decorations hanging around. His childishness really show during this season.

Yoosung would make you into a literal blanket burrito, just to warm you up. He cares about you more than himself so if you’re shivering and cold. He’ll just wrap you in a blanket and snuggle you with it. If you two are outside though, he will give you his jacket or scarf (or maybe both)-

He loves making snowman with you, snowball fighting and teasing you with the coldness. So expect to feel ice going through your back.

“Yoosung!” You shriek while Yoosung just laughed out loud. You tried pulling out the ice that Yoosung put in your back, and failing miserably. You could feel the ice melting in your skin, leaving water to stain inside. You shiver as it made the coldness around you worse.

Yoosung noticed as his laughter died down. He gave you an apologetic smile as he removes his scarf and put it around your neck. “Sorry baby. You just look so adorable.” You only pout at him with a (adorable) glare in your face, which only made Yoosung snickered. You continued pouting as you stomp yourself away from your blonde boyfriend.

Yoosung only laughs as he chases your stomping figure. “Baby! I’m sorry!”

Zen

Zen is in-between excitement and calm. He might not be a fan of the cold much, but he loves the view of snowflakes falling from the sky. Besides, it’s Instagram worthy.

Zen is literally a human heater, like how? But you didn’t complain since now, you can cling to him with a “its too cold” excuse. Zen would only chuckle and let you snuggle with him. It also gives him an excuse to kiss your head, and he ain’t complaining about a free cuddle from you.

This is the only time where Zen can relax really, from all the model shoots his been doing and singing for musicals. He could finally let his body relax.

Zen would go window shopping with you, traversing through the thick chilling snow while looking through the windows. He’s very observant so when he sees that something caught your eye, he would definitely buy it for you.

“.. you know you didn’t have to buy it.” “But I want to, my love.” You sighed while shaking your head with a smile on your face. No matter how much you tried telling him that he doesn’t have to buy you anything, he just doesn’t listen to you. You don’t know whether to reprimand him or not.

“Besides, you deserve it. I put you a lot of suffering just by being with me..” Zen trailed off, getting sentimental again. It’s been almost a year now since that incident in the RFA. As much as you tell Zen that you forgive him, he just couldn’t let go. He believes you deserve someone better than him.

“Hey..” You cooed at him as you made Zen look at you. You smiled gently as you kiss his forehead, and did the eskimo kiss with your noses. “As cheesy as this might sound, I chose you because I love you. I love the way you are. That’s never going to change.” You softly mumbled. Zen heard it and smiled gratefully at you. “Thank, my love. I love you too.”

Jumin

Jumin is probably one of the least excited for Christmas in the RFA. He would think of it as a normal day and carry on with his daily routine. His job as a CEO doesn’t allow him any free time, even on holidays. At first, he didn’t think much of it. But now that you’re with him, he’ll try his hardest to finish all of his work to spend time with you. Sometimes overworking himself to the point of exhaustion.

Jumin is actually neutral towards the cold. Similarly to Zen, he enjoys watching the snow fall from the snow. Though he doesn’t like playing around, he likes watching you build a snowman or play in the snow. He will only join you if you two are going for a walk.

Jumin is much more affectionate during these times. His body isn’t auto-heating and he’s craving your warmth— which results in him dragging you to the nearest bed or couch for a cuddle session. Even though you two have a heater, he’ll always think of an excuse just to cuddle with you. (Just let it slide-)

Jumin has loves watching the snow with you. So you two are often found watching the snow fall in the patio.

A faint gentle smile is present on the relaxed face of the CEO, replacing his usual stoic, cold-faced one. He tightens his hold around you as you two watch the snowflakes descend from the clouds. Even though no one was talking, it wasn’t uncomfortable.

“We should do this everyday.” You said in a teasing voice as you lean back on his chest. He hummed as his eyes flickers to your curled up figure in his lap. He sighs contentedly. “Maybe. Though, wouldn’t you prefer going out, darling?”

You hum in response as a smile curled up in your lips. “I much prefer being with you, love.” Jumin swears his heart accelerated when you said that. Even though you two are together for a while now, he still wasn’t used to your affections. He let his eyes drop. “You’ve been spending too much time with Zen.” You only laughed.

Jaehee

Jaehee might seem like collected and calm in the outside, but inside, she’s filled with excitement and giddiness. She couldn’t wait to go home to spend the rest of the day in your warm arms. She craves affections so much but is usually shy when expressing them. But now, with the snow falling, Jaehee now has an excuse with cuddle.

Jaehee is albeit childish for me, so I can see her sticking out her tongue so that a snowflake can land on it. But she won’t start a snowball fight with you, which is quite reassuring-

Instead, she prefers the basic walking around town hand-in-hand while basking in each other’s presence trope. She also likes pressing her body to you, with the excuse of wanting heat. Though you know that she just wants to be close to you-

Jaehee can do anything, but I don’t think she can skate. So if you know how to skate, drag her to a nearby ice rink and teach her there. She won’t refuse because she loves you very much— though if you also don’t know, you two will just stick with other activities.

Jaehee watches as you stick out your tongue to catch a snowflake. She giggled when you made a face. “Cold..” You muttered. “Well.. it is ice.” Jaehee jokingly sass as you laughed. “Right right.”

“C’mon. Let’s enter this café.” Jaehee said while pointing at a nearby café that looks so cozy. You gave her a look. “You sure? Don’t you own a café as well?” Jaehee chuckles as she gives your hand a squeeze. “Just because I own a café now doesn’t mean I don’t want to go to other café’s. Now c’mon before we freeze to death.”

You chuckled as you let her drag you to the café. “I wouldn’t mind being frozen in place with you-“ Jaehee can only sigh and smile at your puns.

Saeran

Saeran is the most least excited for Christmas. Actually, he isn’t excited about anything other than you or ice cream. Like he has the most deadpanned stare as you exclaim its already December.

Actually, I think Saeran would despise Christmas. Because it reminds him of his past. How horrible their mother was to them, to the point that they couldn’t eat anymore. Christmas wasn’t anything special to them back then but now, it is. Whether he likes it or not.

Saeran prefers staying indoors than going out. Unlike his brother that loves snow, he isn’t a fan of them. He says this and yet he’s freezing when you touch him! Like he can still literally eat ice cream even though its already freezing! Prepare yourself when you’ll cuddle with Saeran-

Saeran actually loves cuddling with you around this time. Like I said, he’s freezing so he wants (craves) your warmth. So expect to find yourself cuddling with him.

“Saeran.. I need to cook.” “Just.. a bit longer.” You sighed, finally relaxing your body with his. You knew you weren’t getting up any time soon. Not when this big baby has you in his arms. Saeran nuzzle his face deeper in your neck and hair. You shiver when you felt his warm breath on your neck.

You smiled unconsciously while closing your eyes. Saeran wasn’t one for affectionate, it’s usually you who initiate this kind od things. But now, he’s the one initiating it first. It was kinda refreshing to see him opening up to you. Finally opening his heart to you. Usually when he cuddles, it’s usually for warmth but you knew that it wasn’t for that reason why he suddenly wants to cuddle..

“Did you lose again in that game?” ... “shut up” You laughed as pat his head while he pouts. He swears you knew him better than he knows himself-

V

V is neutral to the holidays. Though he likes the idea of giving (spoiling) you with gifts and affections. V loves spending time with you and taking picture of the winter wonderland. So, ofc, he prefers going outside with you.

When he lets you see the pictures he take with his camera, you would find yourself in almost every single one. When you ask about this, his only response is your his muse. V is also sneaky when taking pictures of you. Some of these you didn’t know you were unconsciously doing or noticing him taking pictures of you. (Their all beautiful, mind you-)

He loves the domestice life with you. He really spoils you with love and affections. Every morning, noon, afternoon and evening. Afterall, he wants to make it up to you. After all that has happened, with Rika and stuff. But he wouldn’t bring this topic up. He would rather let his past be in the past. He’s forever grateful to you (and also thankful that you managed to convince him to have eye surgery-)

V smiled as he sneakily takes a pic of you looking at the snow without you noticing. His smile stays even after taking the pic. He opens it and inspect it. Perfection. Of course, its perfect. It’s you afterall.

“V.. did you take a pic of me again?” V hums, not looking up as he press the next button. He could hear the playfulness in your voice, so he knew you weren’t mad about it. When he felt you in front of him, he immediately closes his camera.

You pout as you glared at him. “Heyy! I wanna see!” V only chuckled as he lets his camera fall, he doesn’t need to worry about it falling since its lace is around his neck. He proceeds to kiss the top of your forehead. “Sorry, starlight. If I show it to you then you’ll ask me to delete it.” You pout before bursting into fits of laughs. “I guess.”

“Can I atleast have a peek?” “Nope.” “C’mon! Just a glance!” “Nope.” “V~!” “Still no, love.” “No cuddles later then!” “... at home.” You cheered as he sighed in defeat before smiling at you being adorable again.

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Păpuşă (Part 3)

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A/N: Fic Friday is back! 

Pietro Maximoff liked to get on your nerves and he was good at it because you were annoyed simply at his mere presence. Now Steve has sent the pair of you on an undercover mission as husband and wife. But the mission may have been more complicated then intended, for more than one reason.

Pairing: Pietro x Reader Warnings: language, angst, kidnap Words: 1,800

3 years ago

Pietro Maximoff was accustomed to attractive women, but something felt different about the one who glided across his line of sight. Y/H/C peaked out from your winter hat, tendrils framing your face. A look of ease in your eyes as you changed direction in a split second, weaving in and out of other not so graceful skaters.

"Piet," the voice of his twin sister pulling his eyes away from you. Wanda struggled to stay upright on the ice.

"You know, for someone with superpowers, you can't skate to save your life." Pietro closed the few feet between them and steadied her. She narrowed his eyes at him.

"And you can?"

"I can at least stand, dear sister. Where did Vision go?" Pietro took her hands and pulled her with him around the rink.

"To get hot chocolate, I'm afraid the line is probably long. He's already been gone for ten minutes."

"He'll be fine, he is the most patient of us all." He reassured Wanda in their native tongue.

You skated into his vision once again, accelerating across open space before throwing yourself into the air and landing perfectly on one foot.

Pietro halted and Wanda stumbled back into you.

You quickly caught her and flashed her a sheepish smile. "Sorry, didn't mean to invade your space. I get carried away on the ice."

"No, no. It was my idiot brother's fault, he should be the one to apologize." Wanda gave Pietro a withering look.

Your Y/E/C landed on the speedster for the first time and a small breath caught in your throat. The smirk that seemed to be at home on his face invited you in as he regarded you with intrigue.

"I'm Wanda, and this is Pietro." Wanda stepped to the side to allow Pietro into the conversation, leaving the space in between the pair of you open. He offered out his hand.

"I'm Y/N." You took it, his hand engulfing your own.

“It is… nice to me you, Y/N.” Your name rolling off his tongue sent a thrill through you.

“Hot chocolate?” Vision floated into the group, balancing 3 Styrofoam cups in hand. You recognized the android.

Adrenaline shot through you when you realized who the siblings were associated with. You had been careless coming to New York City. The Avengers had been beginning to target your assignment when you had escaped. They must have known you worked for the Rambovas. Now they were here to get you.

“Long line?” Wand inquired as she plucked the cup from the top.

“I probably could have gone to your favorite coffee shop on the other side of town and it would have been quicker.” Vision passed another cup to Pietro. Vision’s attention turned to you, literally frozen on the spot. You had iced yourself into the skates and onto the rink. “Um, sorry, my apologies. I’m Vision.” He gave an awkward wave.

“I-I ha-have to go.” Maybe they weren’t here for you, but you weren’t going to stick around to find out. There was a loud shatter as you yanked yourself of the rink, cracking the ice around you.

“Wait!“ Pietro made to dart after you, but Wanda held him back. She looked from the fractured ice to Vision.

“That’s not normal.”

Vision frowned. “Indeed, we will bring it up with the team as soon as we get back. We should be able to track her down.”

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Now

A neat stack of books on your desk by the same author piqued Pietro’s interest. The spines were cracked and frayed like you had read them a million times. Pietro knew you liked to read, but he had never seen you read this series.

He glanced behind his shoulder to your sleeping form, counting your deep breaths to make sure you were not pretending to get out having to explain your past to Pietro. He had pushed you for more information, but you insisted you needed to sleep off whatever they had injected the pair of you with.

“I have nothing else better to do,” he murmured to himself. Pietro grabbed the book off the top, he knew you would have put them in order. The memory of you moving into his room and meticulously organizing your bookshelf was bittersweet. You had trusted him completely and the way you openly adored him made his stomach churn with regret. The past year had only been scowls and annoyance. But it was an improvement from your empty eyes.  

Pietro sat on the floor in a corner of the room, keeping you in his line of sight. With a heavy sigh at yours and his predicament, he opened the book to try and not think about it for the time being.

It was an easy read, even for Pietro whose English reading skills still weren’t the greatest. The books seemed to be written for young teen girls, that was what he could glean from the first few chapters. The main character was a 16-year-old girl pulled into a world of teens with special abilities being used as spies. The fifth chapter had him physically pause.

“Y/N Y/L/N?” he traced your name with his finger, trying to make sense of it. Your name was a character in the book. He read further. She was a 16-year-old, experienced spy for the Government, abilities she would not disclose, and closed off to the main character. Suspicion wormed into Pietro’s brain. What was the likelihood you coincidently shared a name with a character in the book who was almost the equivalent of your real life? You weren’t closed off, at least when you and Pietro were speaking terms, and he was very much aware of your abilities. From both a positive and negative receiving end. But you had abilities and worked for someone before the Avengers. Was Y/N even your name? Why had you never told him about any of this?

The suspicion only grew the more he read on. Personality-wise, as Pietro knew you, you didn’t share much in common with the character. But stylistically as she was described and some of her common phrases were too familiar.

You began to stir, still feeling a slight numbness from the sedative. A groan escaped your lips as you pushed yourself up, they had not been gentle transporting your body.

“Piet…ro?” You silently cussed yourself out for almost using his pet name, but not seeing him upon waking up stoked a level of concern you had suppressed.

“Down here.” His tone was flat and clipped. You looked over to the corner of your room by your closet. He met your eyes with a level gaze and he frowned at you. “Care to explain something to me?” He held up a book, his thumb holding his place in the book. He had already read about half of it.

Dread washed over you, but you kept a calm demeanor. “My favorite book as a kid? What about it?”

“Don’t play dumb, Y/N. If that’s even your name.” He dog eared his page, you had to stop from yelling at him for doing that, because that was not an argument he would want to entertain. Pietro’s eyes had narrowed in on you and he was going to focus on what he wanted to.

“Y/N is my name. It’s the only name I’ve known.” That wasn’t a lie.

“You’re omitting, omitting is lying, remember?” Pietro used your own words against you. Goddammit, sometimes he was too good at reading you.

“Oh, I remember. You want to bring that up, right now?” You rose an eyebrow, you didn’t want to bring it up either, but if it distracted from the line of questioning you would stomach it.

“Something tells me you have been hiding something bigger since I met you on day one.” He threw the book back on your desk and closed the distance between you.

“Bigger than you sticking your—” You started to snark.  

“Y/N! I am not having this conversation again. I’ve profusely apologized for it and admitted my mistake. We’re talking about you, not me, right now.”

“I don’t know what you want to know!”

Pietro threw his arms up and gestured wildly around the room. “Everything! What have you not told me? What have you not told the team?”

“I didn’t think it mattered!” You defended yourself.

“Didn’t think it mattered? It got us captured. You said you went to boarding school.”

“Technically it is a school and everyone boards here at one point or another.”

“Wow, so I get my ass chewed out by you for omitting, but this whole time y—” Pietro was interrupted by the beeping of your door.

You tensed as Moreau stepped into the room. “Trouble in paradise?” He smirked at you. “You didn’t tell your poor hubby about your accomplishments here at the academy? You’re not ashamed of your family, now are you?”

“You are not my family,” you hissed.

“Tsk-tsk, that’s not a nice thing to say. We grew up together.” Moreau tossed a bag of clothes at you. “Get changed, both of you. The Baroness would like to meet you, Mr. Maximoff.”

Moreau turned on his heel to leave but paused in the doorway. “You better hope she’s in a good mood.”

He just the door, leaving a small crack and you pulled Pietro to you. Your lips hovering near his.

“Y/N, what are—”

“Sh,” you whispered as quiet as you possibly could, “Moreau is probably listening in, possibly spying. Go along with whatever I say from now on. We are married, we met when you were still with Hydra undergoing experimentation, you proposed at the Rockefeller center when we were ice skating—”

“That’s where we met—”

“I know, I know, just…trust me. Okay? Can you do that? I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“You don’t?” A small smirk appeared on his.

“Not the right time. Do you trust me?”

“I always have until now. But yes,” he nodded and gently kissed you. “We got married on my parents’ anniversary, October twenty-third, in Central Park with just the team around. The leaves were changing, the air was crisp, and you looked beautiful in your dress, sexy even. Goosebumps covered your skin, not from your exposed back and cold, of course, but from the rush of getting to marry me—”

“Slightly smug, but I will let it pass,” you murmured, “Continue?”

“We held a dinner at that hipster Biergarten you love, drank hot apple cider mixed with whiskey, and instead of wedding cake, we had donuts. As we danced, I couldn’t believe how lucky I was to have married a woman as beautiful, smart, and cunning as you.”

You sucked in a shaky breath; his words had brought life to a film in your head. Pietro had thought about this before, and it hurt that it had never gotten to be his reality.  

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