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pedroshotwifey · 1 year ago

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Pickled Peña Challenge 2023

Good Impression

Pairing: Husband!Javier P. x GN!reader

Word count: 1.2k

Tags/Warnings: Nothing really, fluff, lil bit of angst (silly angst tho), reader and Javi have a dog, Chucho being hella cool, kissing, cussing, vivid descriptions of fried pickles, wifey being actually stupid

Summary: You really wanted to bring something for Chucho's new year's party...

A/N: Hey, y'all! This is my contribution to @goodwithcheese's Pickled Peña Resolutions Writing Challenge! It's kind of stupid but it's what I've got lmao. I can't wait to read everyone else's Peña stories (please feel free to tag me in them)! Unfamiliar with this challenge? Read more about it here! @pickled-pena

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“Shit!”

You curse as you watch a pickle slice splat wetly onto the kitchen floor, jumping back to avoid it landing on your bare foot. Max, your golden lab (who was oh-so-creatively named by your husband) is quick to clean it up not a second after it falls.

“Goddammit, Max,” you scold as you watch him scarf it down without shame. “That’s your fifth pickle today.”

Hell, it might be the sixth. You usually aren’t a super messy cook, but it’s a different story when you’re in a time crunch. You need to leave the house in about an hour, and the fried pickles you promised to bring for Chucho’s new year’s party are only half done.

Javier walks in then, chuckling slightly at the interaction he just witnessed. You give him a pointed look before getting back to the task at hand, smothering pickle slices in the flour mixture you had made up.

“Oh, come on now, sweetheart,” Javi says as he walks up behind you to glide his arms around your waist. “Don’t be like that, we have plenty of time.”

You roll your eyes and half-heartedly shove him off of you as you dip the first batch into the oil on the stove.

“In case you haven’t noticed, Javi, I still have to fry every single one of these slices, and then let them dry and cool before we can leave. Plus, I still need to change my clothes, and we have to pick up a gift for Chucho on our way there.”

Javi presses a kiss to the top of your head, humming in response to your explanation.

“I think we’ll be okay. Chucho isn’t going to mind if we’re a little late.”

“I know,” you whine. “But I still hate not being–”

“I promise you, baby. As long as I show up with ‘that pretty partner of mine’, there’s not going to be an issue.” He pinches your hip lightly as he quotes his father’s words from a few days earlier.

You can’t help the faint smile that crawls across your face at that reminder. You had been so worried about Javier’s family not liking you, but it turns out that they adore you just as much as he does, just from what he’s said about you. It’s nice to know you’ll be welcomed so warmly even though they had never met you previously.

The two of you had met in columbia by chance, hooked up, and things spiraled from there. As much as he tried, Javi just couldn’t tear himself away from you. A year later, the two of you were married, and a year after that, you both moved back to Javi’s hometown in Texas, where you’re now, finally, about to meet everyone you had heard so much about.

You had told Javi that it’s your new year’s resolution to make a good impression, but you doubt that’s going to be very hard. You’ve already made a good impression in their book just by marrying the man.

“How about you go ahead and get changed, and I’ll do what I can here?” Javi suggests.

You scoop out your pickles and lay them on a rack to dry before turning around and planting a kiss on Javi’s cheek.

“Thank you, baby. That would help a lot.”

“No problema, mi vida.”

He grabs your wrist to pull you in to press his lips against yours. You smile against him before pulling back and planting a final, light kiss on his lips.

“Okay, I’ll be right back,” you tell him as you back out of the doorway.

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It doesn’t take too long for you to get dressed. Javi is just finishing the pickles as you walk back into the kitchen.

“Should be all set,” he says as he wipes his hands down with a paper towel. You lean on your toes to kiss him again.

The two of you have everything cleaned and packed up within another few minutes. You glance at the clock, which tells you that you should be right on time by the time you’re walking out the door. You grab the container of pickles to take with you to the hall table by the front door.

Javi mumbles something from behind you and then walks into your room, patting his pockets as he goes. You almost laugh under your breath at his forgetfulness until you realize you left your keys in the bathroom.

You place the container down and walk down the hall, not noticing how precariously balanced the tub is left. You snatch your keys up at the same time you hear a crash. You gasp at the sound of what can only be a plastic lid breaking off to spill your hard work all over the floor.

Your fears are confirmed as you quickly make your way back to where you left them, only to find Javi hovering over the mess. When looks up and immediately catches your stunned expression, his entire body freezing as he does so.

“Baby,” he starts slowly. I swear it wasn’t–”

“Javier. F. Peña,” you seethe, each name spat out as its own individual sentence. “You did not just knock that down,” you almost dare him to contradict you. There’s absolutely no way for you to make another batch right now. You don’t have the time nor the ingredients.

“Hey, hey, hey,” Javi retorts defensively, holding up his hands as he takes a step toward you. “What makes you so sure that it was me? I thought it was you until I got out here!”

“Me?” you gawk at him, offended. “Unlike some other people I know, I’m not that fucking clumsy!”

“Woah, you stand there and accuse me, but where were you at the time?”

Just then, Max slinks into the hall, drawing both of your attention to his guilty movements. His tail wags hesitantly behind him, his head ducked. The fact that he’s not all over those damn pickles tells you all that you need to know. You sigh in frustration, pinching the bridge of your nose.

You look back up at Javi, and you can’t miss the glint of amusement in his eye. A smile peaks out as you lean down to Max’s level. You don’t scold him, instead gently grabbing his collar to lead him to your room before shutting the door so you can clean the mess without interruption.

Javi’s already on it, sweeping everything into a dustpan. You lean against the wall as he finishes up.

“Guess we’re going to have to stop by that burger joint in town,” you say, sighing again. Javi watches you, sending you a sympathetic smile. He knows how much you wanted to bring something homemade, how much it meant to have something to offer, no matter how small.

“I’m sorry sweetheart. Maybe next time we can invite Chucho over for dinner next week, make up a big meal for him.”

You smile back at him. He always knows what to say. He walks into the kitchen to dispose of the contents in the dustpan, and you to your room to release Max before rejoining each other in the hall.

“Ready to go, my little chef?”

You roll your eyes at him with feigned annoyance as you take his hand.

“Let’s go, Peña.”

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umlewis · 5 months ago

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lewis hamilton, p2 p1, is interviewed during the post-race press conference, belgium - july 28, 2024 (transcript under the cut)

Interviewer: "Lewis, let's come to you now. As George says, you drove a great race today. Just how do you sum up your run to P2?" Lewis: "I think it was great. George did a fantastic job today. Obviously I'll re-watch the race and… But yeah, fantastic effort to go the one-stop. And it was pretty smooth sailing, to be honest. I was fully in control, I had plenty of pace and tires, and [laughs] just didn't end up as planned." Interviewer: "Plenty of tires. Did you consider the one-stop?" Lewis: "I mean, I kept… If you listen, you could have heard what I said to the team most of the time. But yeah, I think the tires were pretty good. I still had plenty of tires and I was going quicker. I didn't want to stop." Interviewer: "Tell us about the transformation in the car, because on Friday both of you guys… I mean, to quote Toto Wolff, you were nowhere. How much better was the car today and where was it better?" Lewis: "It was literally night and day different today. On Friday it was pretty disastrous for both of us and really struggling with balance, and then today just the car came alive and I was really surprised to, firstly, get into the lead, and then be pulling away from everyone and not… Yeah, as I said, it felt fully under control and I've not had that for years, and so that's why it was also a bit strange way to finish it. But it's great to go into the summer break with the one-two. The team really deserve it and did such an amazing job." Interviewer: "Lewis, can you just tidy up one more thing? You came on the radio at one point and said, 'Something's moving between my legs' What was that, and was it an issue later on?" Lewis: "I just had… There was something as I was going through the corner. Something kept rolling underneath my left leg." Interviewer: "Not a serious issue, then. Okay." Lewis: [shakes head] Interviewer: "Lewis, very well done. Thank you."

[time jump] Journalist: "Dan Lawrence, Motorsport Monday. Question to Lewis: This season's been ultra-competitive. We're seeing three teams, at the moment, constantly fighting for wins; a fourth team that has won this season, as well. It almost harks back to the years of 2012 and 2010, which obviously you experienced. So how does this season compare to back then in your mind? And from a psychological standpoint, when you put the helmet on, does it just give you that extra layer of motivation, knowing you've got so many rivals that you've got to defend against and attack against?" Lewis: "You must be new here. I don't have a good memory, so I don't remember back then. [laughs] But what I can say is, it's great. It's really fantastic, I think, for the sport to be having such close teams and drivers, and the pedigree of drivers at the top today are really elite and… Yeah, we didn't expect to be competing with the McLarens or the Red Bulls at this point in the season, with how we started off, so for us to now have closed up and be… It's going to be one hell of a second half of the season, for sure." [time jump]

Journalist: "Phil Duncan, PA. Lewis, you said you didn't want to stop for the second time. Did you say to the team that you only wanted to do one-stop, and obviously how much does it hurt not winning today? Because you looked odds on to win for much of the race. And just to George, Toto called you the tyre whisperer, so how much was this down to you actually driving those tires, saving those tires, or just the strategy?" Lewis: "Nope. I just said that the tires were fine. And I'm happy. Looking forward to going to the summer break." [time jump] Journalist: "Niccolo Arnerich, F1 Analisi Tecnica. Question for both of Mercedes drivers. Which is the main areas to improve right now on the car, on the W15, and which are the main areas you feel that you have done a big improvement in this last month?" Interviewer: "Who wants to start? Lewis." Lewis: "I mean, just overall the car is… We're more comfortable in the car. The balance through low to medium to high are all much more in line with what we had targeted. Yeah, that's really about it." Interviewer: "George, anything to add?" George: "No."

#george hate gets you blocked #lewis hamilton #f1 #formula 1 #belgian gp 2024 #fic ref #fic ref 2024 #belgium #belgium 2024 #belgium 2024 sunday #with george #oscar piastri

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drivinmeinsane · 11 months ago

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In case you're not tired of them yet- I've got some character asks :]

For Holland; 8, 16 and 27

For Julian; 15, 17 and 28 (Driver)

For K; 2, 17 and 47

Thank you for the message! I appreciated the opportunity to talk about these guys some more!!! <3

Holland

8. Unpopular opinion about them.

Holland loved his wife dearly, but Jackson Healy is the unexpected love of his life.

16. Deepest darkest secret they won’t even admit to themselves.

Holland is worried that Holly hates him. He thinks he genuinely might be a bad father. He couldn’t fault his daughter if she blames him for the death of her mom, he certainly does.

27. Their guilty pleasure.

It would be easy to say alcohol, smoking, or self-flagellation, but really? Holland likes all those cheesy family activities (this includes Jackson of course). He didn’t get to spend enough time with Holly and her mom together, so he tries to put in the extra effort these days for family game nights, dinners, movie trips, anything they can do together. He also gets the bonus satisfaction of seeing Healy’s face flush every time he’s included as part of the March family.

Julian

15. Worst thing they’ve ever done.

Julian has done plenty of terrible things in his life. He is a product of his upbringing. As gently as I can put this with the understanding that he was victimized, the worst thing he did was not love himself enough to save himself by cutting ties with his mother and his brother. Without them in the picture, he very likely would not have been engaging in the destructive (both to himself and to other people) behaviors to the extent that he was. Crystal truly was an epicenter of bad.

17. Quotes, songs, poems, etc. that I associate with them.

Off the top of my head, here are some of the songs that remind of Julian » I Bet on Losing Dogs - Mitski » God's Gonna Cut You Down - Johnny Cash » Afraid - The Neighborhood » Knives Out - Radiohead » Grip - Seeb x Bastille

28. How they feel about Driver.

I feel like Julian would find common ground with Driver. Neither of them had a stable childhood, however Driver was able to come out of his experiences being able to connect with others, to love, despite everything. Julian might be able to let him in. Perhaps he could heal.

2. A canon or headcanon hill I will die on.

I firmly believe that Deckard would have left that upgrade center with two kids, Ana and K, if he had truly known what was going on from the start. By all rights, they were siblings. K had found his family. He just would not -could not- consider himself human enough to deserve it. By the time Deckard realized, likely when Ana explained the circumstances of K visiting, it would have been too late for him to claim K in life. In a happier story, he would have pried K off those steps before he succumbed to his wounds and the thought that he wanted to die. Maybe he could have been saved. Deckard had loved a replicant as a partner, he could have easily loved a replicant as a son.

17. Quotes, songs, poems, etc. that I associate with them.

Here's just some of the songs I associate with K. We'll go ahead ignore that I'm pulling some of these off my Six/K playlist... » Like Real People Do - Hozier » Star Hopping Lover - Chance Peña » Take me to Church - Hozier » Achilles Come Down - Gang of Youths » Way Down We Go - KALEO

47. Their dream job.

I think that in another life, K would have really liked to do something involving agriculture. As we see in both the script and in the movie, he has a genuine interest in Sapper’s occupation. He wants to know what he farms. He wants to know what’s bubbling on the stove. He’s intrigued by the cowslip he finds on the ground. Anything involving the creation of life and the tactile use of his hands seems right up his alley. Personally, I specifically see him as keeping bees if he were not… leashed by the LAPD (if he were to survive defection or were allowed to openly have his own interests). They captivated him from the moment on landed on his hand. As he is, they’re part of a system working for the betterment of a colony. I also think that in keeping bees, he would feel closer to Deckard given that he has his own. It might feel almost as if it were a family business, and we all know how desperately K wants to belong to a family. I’ve included some of my notes on the script and some shots of K finding the hives. I have too many feelings. :(

#.character ask game #.from you #the nice guys (2016)#holland march #only god forgives (2013)#julian thompson #blade runner 2049 #officer k #.my thoughts #.my posts

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ickmick · 1 year ago

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Novelvember week 2

prompt: used another incorrect quote, its at the end of the fic!!

duo or ship: tango/scar (with a hint of grian as their third and various hermits in the bg) doc, cub, and impulse have dialogue!

A good old game of hide-and-seek is just what they all deserve right now. Tango had hinted at it way earlier in the season, so why not? It'll be a good time, and plenty other hermits can relax and just... enjoy some time. Sure, it's really cold around The Frozen Citadel, but you don't really notice when hiding away in an alcove with one of your partners.

Tango invites a bunch of hermits to play hide-and-seek at his base, and the results are better than expected. A bit of playful teasing occurs with Scar, and plenty of kisses are shared.

ao3 link | last weeks fic

pssst... wanna see the full drawing? check here! <3

"Tango?" The tall brunett seemed to perk up at the sight of his partner, Jellie in his lap as he drew up plans for the next ride in Scarland.

Smiling, said blaze leans over his shoulder and kisses his cheek, giving Jellie a pat on the back for good measure. "Hiya! Whatcha up to?" Hands rested on the back of Scars chair, he looks over the plans with a hum.

"Hey now-" Scar gets that usual amused tone to his voice, covering the blueprint with his roughed up hands. "No peeking! Top secret park plans are happening!" He grins, eyes glinting playfully. There was that slight blue tint to them, the vex part of him always pushing for mischief.

Laughing, he nods and puts his hands up. "Alright, alright." Tango steps back, letting his partner slowly get up from the table. Slightly miffed, Jellie sits on the table instead and starts grooming behind her ear.

"So, what can I do for you, Mister Tango?" He grabs his walking cane from beside his chair, leaning on it a bit as he grins.

"Oh," the blaze says, brows raised as his voice lilts in over dramatic surprise, "I didn't know we were on such formal terms, Mister Goodtime!" Both of them are grinning, and his partner can't help but titter, trying to suppress a full laugh.

Stepping closer, he takes Scars unoccupied hand and leans down, kissing it's back in a clumsy copy of a formal greeting. Tango looks up to meet his eyes, seeing a faint blush over his amused face. "Would you honour me with your presence at this afternoon's game of Hide-and-Seek?"

Scar lightly squeezes the hand holding his, nodding along. "Why of course! Thank you for the invite, fine sir!" The vex stares him down with a delighted look, then pulls him closer and kisses his cheek. "Where's it happening?"

"The Deepfrost Citadel," he hums in reply, scanning over the other's scarred face. "Grian will be there too, and a handful of the other hermits. Impulse, Ren, even Doc was convinced. Though, I'm pretty sure he just wants to be a seeker." Chuckling, Tango glances down as Jellie rubs between their legs.

"It'll be too cold for you Jellie! Sorry!" Scar soothes, as if she were concerned in the first place. He beams as the blue haired blaze bends down and scoops her up, petting her head. "Awww… look at you two! If Grian was here, it'd be my whole family!"

"Oh really? And here I thought the whole server was our family?" He teases, narrowing his eyes playfully.

"Well-!" Flushing slightly, he beams and looks away, waving his hand dismissively. "They are!" His voice softens from its defensive tone, and he smiles warmly, "but you three are dearest to me."

Tango is blushing as well now, leaning into the hand placed on his cheek. He stares fondly, then quietly teases, "Playing favorites, are we?"

"So what if I am?" The vex replies without hesitation. He leans in, humming, "I think I have the right."

Pretending to think it over, he shrugs. “Probably…” Tango trails off, sighing contently as they silently hold eye contact.

Jellie takes the opportunity to leap back onto the table, supposedly fed up with their nonsense as she's no longer being pet. “There she goes!” Scar snickers a bit, both of them startled out of their equally love struck trances.

Starting to make some joke or comment, Tango goes wide eyed and makes an alarmed noise. “Oh! I need to go check with a few more hermits.” He smiles, quickly kissing the vex's cheek. “I'll see you later, yeah?”

“Yep!” Scar reaches out and brushes some cat fur off of the others robes, “Wouldn't dare to miss it.” He looks down

There's a brisk wind at The Citadel, being fairly more pleasant than the usual snowstorms. It's a good day for outdoor games, all things considered. All the participating hermits were gathered by the entrance, in various mishmashes of warm clothes. Some borrowed, some old, some newly crafted.

“Alright! Everyone ready?” Tango looked to their seekers, Cub and Doc, then grinned. “No peeking you two!”

Crossing his arms, the tall scientist gives an unimpressed look. “As if I'd need to.” Doc huffs, a whisper of a smile playing at his lips. It makes the creeper far less imposing.

Next to him, the shorter vex simply rolls his eyes. He looks faintly amused as well, but makes no promises. Typical of a vex, really. But they know he won't cheat anyways. Unless it gets desperate.

“Okaaay-! Then turn around and let's get started!” The blaze beams, waving a hand at them incessantly until they did so, counting to 100. The hermits begin to scatter, laughing and lightly shoving each other a bit here and there.

Some of them trail off on their own, but a surprising handful of the group takes off in pairs or trios. Granted, there isn't actually all that many of them. Grian and Mumbo scurry off together, the shorter insisting that his friends dark clothes could hide his bright wings better against the rocks. Impulse, Gem, and Pearl all trudge towards lower slopes, giggling and wondering who would last longest. Ren ran off faster than anyone could follow, and naturally Bdubs dragged Etho by the hand towards the underside of The Citadel's bridge.

This conveniently leaves Tango with Scar, who is looking around with a look of great concentration. “Scar,” he begins, still grinning.

“Oh! Tango! We need to go, come on!” The taller hermit smiles, as if that wasn't his partner's intention to begin with. Seeing no point in arguing his case, Tango nods sagely and follows after him.

Together they venture out into the stark white expanse, the blaze occasionally directing Scar towards less open areas. He does know this land well after all, seeing as he lives on it. After a few more cuts between an outcrop or two, he's dragged down to the floor.

Now sitting side by side under a block and a half high ledge, they both shiver a bit. There's less snow down here, but it's colder when they aren't moving. Tango pulls his fur lined cloak closer, tail tucked over his feet. He looks over at the vex, seeing him slump down in his old aviator jacket. It looked fairly warm, but not entirely ideal for this kind of year round snow.

“All good?” Tango asks, blue eyes slitted in amusement.

He perks, looking over at him before pouting. Oh, the ‘woe is me’ face. Scar scoots slightly closer, their knees bumping together. “It's very cold out here!”

“Well yeah,” the blaze snorts, nodding, “this is a snow biome after all. I'm not exactly surprised.” Appraising the others' outfit, he quirks a brow. “I sent a message to everyone an hour beforehand to dress warm, Scar… is this the warmest outfit you have?”

There's no judgement in his tone, just pure curiosity. And perhaps a little concern. Who could blame him? They were dating after all, a little concern was warranted. Especially considering this is Scar. Are even winter activities not Scar Safe?

Crossing his arms- or possibly just hugging himself, as he rubs them and huffs- Scar frowns and cues the drama. “Yes! I don't exactly get much snow at either of my bases!” He holds his hands out quickly, “Just feel how cold my hands are!”

Obliging, he takes his partner's hands in his own. It's actually a bit shocking how cold they already are. Maybe it's just because Tango is a blaze, plus he's already used to the climate here.

“Here, how about I hold them? Then they won't be so cold.” He smiles, clasping them near to his chest, seeing as that's where he generated most his body heat.

Sighing happily at the lessened chill, Scar nods. “If you insist!” He hums, as if he hadn't practically shoved them into his partner's arms.

“Oh, trust me I do.” Tango rolls his eyes, but doesn't mind a bit. In fact, he'd rather hold onto his hands the whole round than let him shiver helplessly. Sure, he'd be fine either way, but it's the principle!

After a moment the vex grins, mischief in his eyes. “Hey Tango?” Faintly bluish green eyes meeting his, he leans a little closer.

“Yes?” He queries, soul flame tipped tail flicking a bit. This sounded an awful lot like a certain silver-tongued tone Scar liked to pull.

“My lips are cold too,” the taller murmurs. He's got a proud look on his face, clearly aware of how smooth that was. Or meant to be. Tango can never tell, too easily flustered over his sweet words either way.

Considering it, he glances to the side before taking a hand from Scars. Tango leans ever so closer, as if he were going in for a kiss. And then he covers his partner's lips with his newly freed hand, chuckling at his bewildered expression. His cheeks are still faintly flushed a deeper blue than usual, despite the quick halt.

It takes a moment to process for Scar. The blaze can practically see the loading wheel over his head, and tries his best not to laugh more.

Then finally his pointed ears twitch and he leans away enough so that Tango removes his hand. “Hey now! That's not what I wanted, and you know that Mister TangoTek.” He pushes his lip out in a little pout, playing it up again. But there is a small glint of worry in his eyes.

And coders, Tango isn't usually one to cave so quickly to playful schemes of this sort, but… it makes him feel guilty. The anxiety doesn't belong anywhere in his partner's expression, especially not now.

Letting go of his other hand, he instead grabs the collar of Scar's wool lined jacket and pulls him into a kiss. The vex seems startled, but then Tango feels him smile into it, and feels his lashes flutter against his skin as Scar closes his eyes. He holds him there for a moment before pulling back.

“Any less cold now?” He asks once they're both over the suddenness. Laughing at his partner's dazed nod, the blaze presses a chaste kiss to his lips before taking his hands again.

Scar blinks, then leans his head on his shoulder and hums. “Oh definitely. I think they could be warmer though!” Peeking up at Tango, he grins, “Maybe if you held me and kissed me?”

“Oh, making demands now, are we?” He teases, nudging him a little. “Didn't you know beggars can't be choosers?”

Gasping, he sits back up, nearly crashing the top of his skull against Tango's chin. “I'm no beggar! I'm simply making an educated guess!”

Snorting, he leans in closer again, “Sure, sure… and what could've tipped you off to that, then?” Tango stares with lidded eyes, smirking as the vex flusters.

He glances between the other's icy blue eyes, then swallows thickly. Offering a weak smile, he dares not move, unsure if Tango was going to initiate or not. The only sound for a brief moment was the chilly breeze and their warm breaths.

“Scaaar?” The blaze drawls, possibly a bit too smug. It was cute to see him choked up. It was a pretty even score between them as far as flustering the other goes. Grian, somehow, had them both beat out on that front. But Tango had a decent second place. Usually.

As Scar opens his mouth to reply finally, their noses mere inches apart, the distant crunching of snow makes them both freeze. Expressions dropping, they slowly turn to the opening of the stone hollow. Neither moved otherwise, waiting with bated breath to figure out who's lurking.

After a long pause, they hear a hum and some more footsteps. They grow distant, enough so that the two sigh and relax, leaning against each other.

“That was close,” Scar murmurs, beaming. He turns and presses a quick kiss to Tango's lips. “A victory celebration is in order.”

Tango grins, but pauses to consider it. It isn't technically a win yet, seeing as there hasn't been a ping on their communicators yet. But of course his urges win out, as he pulls Scar in again and presses kiss after kiss upon his lips.

Arms around each other, they laugh between every few pecks. They slow until it's only sweet little nothings, lips meeting for increased periods but not quite moving against the other's. It's probably not the best idea, but it keeps them occupied while they wait. And with Scar all but in the blaze's lap, they're both warmer too.

“Hey now,” a voice interrupts, the small space suddenly darker. Neglecting to keep quiet or at least listen for other sounds, it seemed they'd been found.

Scrambling to part, Tango sheepishly meets Impulse's best attempt at an unimpressed look. It's clear he's amused, but they both flush in embarrassment, and Scar ducks his head. “Uhh, you wouldn't happen to be a seeker, would you?” He asks, the taller hermit too flustered to make anything but stuttered syllables.

The demon tsks, crouched in the entrance. “Unfortunately I am, my friend. We got caught first, I'm pretty sure.” He smiles warmly, winking, “But I could warn the others away from here if you don't wanna come seek. We're still looking for Ren, Grian, and Mumbo.”

This makes Scar sober, brows raised. “Grian!? Goodness, how has nobody seen him? He's bright red!” He's scooting towards Impulse, who moves out of the way so they could get out.

“Beats me. Maybe his little tactic of using Mumbo as a shield worked?” The shorter brunett laughs and shrugs, “I take it you'll help?”

All three of them now stood outside, Tango nods quickly. “Of course! We can't let him win!” The blaze grins, adjusting his ribes to sit properly before setting off in the direction that he felt was best.

Scar scrambled after him after waving to Impulse. “Hey! Wait up, Tango!”

Crossing his arms, he watched them go, thin tail swinging idly behind himself. “What a pairing,” Impulse muses, shaking his head fondly before setting off in another direction.

heres the IQ! def did a lot of rewording, but lets be real it feels more fluid (hopefully)

yall the brainrot is REAL!!! I meant to do another quick and cute thing but no. I spent so much more time on this and I have 0 regrets. they're gay and adorable.

next fic will either be all three of them or something with impulse and maybe scar (platonically), i havent fully decided. guess you just have to come back next sunday to find out mwehehe

ooh, and I do silly and cute song names/lyrics as the titles... so if you wanna see, then... ao3 link is up top XD

ALSO SHOUTOUT TO A REALLY VERY COOL PERSON (*cough* mossfeathers *cough*) WHO FOLLOWED ME AS I WAS DRAFTING THIS /silly /vpos

I really like your text posts so Im glad you liked the last fic :3c

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readingsquotes · 5 months ago

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You recently published a big investigative piece on private equity and childcare in Early Learning Nation, and I was lightly amused by the prologue from the editor, which notes that you have an “established perspective about private equity in childcare.” I also have an established perspective about private equity in childcare, which is similar to my established perspective about private equity in pretty much every industry: it’s scorched earth capitalism. Can you lay out your own perspective and maybe get into why private equity investment can be particularly pernicious when it comes to childcare?

Ha, yes; we wanted to make sure no one could accuse me of pretending I was entirely neutral! At its core, private equity firms — which differ from traditional investment firms in seeking very high returns over a burst of a few years before selling, and are insulated from legal consequences — have an inherent conflict of interest between kids & families and their profit motive. You know, I talked to Melissa Boteach, who heads up child care work for the National Women’s Law Center. And she explained it so well:

“The bottom line for private equity, and investor-backed chains more broadly, is profit for [investors]. The bottom line for child care should be early learning and care for children. And it’s not that you can’t ever reconcile those two things [but] when you implement standards, whether it’s living wages for early educators, low child-to-adult ratios, or other measures that affect the quality of that care, investor-backed chains will face external pressures to comply with these standards in the cheapest way possible, which in turn has implications for either lowering the quality of the care or raising the fees charged to parents.”

And she goes on to talk about how it’s not a dirty thing to try to make money in business, but is a short-term profit-maximizing model an appropriate one for child care?

You’re right to point out other industries, and we should be clear that just about every time private equity has touched a human service industry — nursing homes, autism services, even prison food delivery — the results have been largely disastrous for the people on the receiving end of those services. So it’s hard for me to concoct a scenario in which increased private equity ownership is going to be a positive for kids and families. (By the way, this is where I do my regular plug for a book I wish everyone would read: Plunder: Private Equity’s Plan to Pillage America by former Department of Justice special counsel for private equity, Brendan Ballou. Just don’t read it near breakable things.)

And indeed, my reporting and the reporting and research of others points to the standard private equity playbook being put into place in child care. They’re largely going to affluent areas and upcharging, they are pulling out all the stops to minimize operational costs — I quoted one former site director who said she was told to limit the amount of paper she gave out to kids for arts & crafts! — they are resisting removing teachers from classrooms despite allegedly horrific behavior because that would mean they could serve fewer kids, they’re forcing sites to sell off their real estate and lease back the building (with the proceeds going to the private equity firm, not the site), all of these strategies to squeeze every drop of profit out. That doesn’t mean every private equity-owned child care program is bad — plenty are of perfectly good quality — what it means is that there is a corporate structure layered on top, with executives that wouldn’t be doing their jobs if they didn’t prioritize making money, even at the expense of kids and families.

#private equity #capatalism #corporate extraction #financialization

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queennicoleinboots · 1 year ago

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Patches' Nightmare, Part 3

While the King Chocolate-Covered Gummy Bears, my two other heads, and I were on the search for grape and cherry popsicles, the wild wolf continued to chase Prince Carrington and Lindsay's carriage down.

Because the King Chocolate-Covered Gummy Bears, my two heads, and I were having trouble finding alchemists with popsicles, we figured Prince Carrington, Lindsay, and the wild wolf would know where the grape and cherry popsicles were. We followed the wild wolf. The wild wolf followed the carriage very closely.

"What is your business, wolf?! Are you hungry?!" Lindsay's horse that was an Appaloosa with one brown eye and one blue eye shouted in a deep voice.

"If you do not state your business, I will shove my hoof where the sun doesn't shine!" Lindsay's other horse that was all black shouted in an Afrikaan accent.

"Midnight Shadow! You can talk!?" Lindsay asked in shock. She pulled the reins back.

The wild wolf jumped on top of the carriage. "Excuse me! Before we all go into shock because horses can talk, can I please return the gold pouch you left at the veterinarian's office from running like hell from the explosive dump!?"

Patches the calico cat meowed.

"Oh shit, Sis. Did you leave your gold pouch again?! Are you fucking serious?!" Nugget asked with a series of barks that no one could interrupt.

Lindsay glared at Nugget as he barked. She was tired of his shit. She looked at the wild wolf. "Thank you. It was crazy. I ran out of there because I saw the bomb get lit. All I thought was 'run for my life,'" she said.

"Keep it. I have plenty of money," Prince Carrington said. "Thank you for your effort, though."

"Are you sure?" the wild wolf asked.

Cody came outside to speak to the wild wolf. "Yes. Take the fucking money. We have other business to tend to in the morning. We have to figure out how to sell popsicles."

"You have popsicles?" one of the King Chocolate-Covered Gummy Bears asked. "Cough them up. I got plenty of money!"

"Yeah, but they're not in this carriage. They're all the way in the mountains. It's the only place they stay cold!" Cody shouted. He barked a strong bark for emphasis.

"Well, shit. You guys are going in the wrong direction. You're supposed to head due north. You guys are going southeast for some reason," the wild wolf said.

"Well, I don't have the supplies for a long trek to the mountains. We have to head back to town to buy supplies. It costs money to make money," Prince Carrington said.

"What do you do if you have no money?" my three heads asked in unison.

"Get fucked, but what do I know?" the wild wolf asked.

One of the King Chocolate-Covered Gummy Bears laughed uncontrollably.

"I agree," Nugget said.

The King Chocolate-Covered Gummy Bear who had plenty of money stared at the King Chocolate-Covered Gummy Bear who was still laughing. Then he spoke, "All right. Let's back to town, get the supplies, and sell the popsicles."

Another King Chocolate-Covered Gummy Bear then chimed in, "Patches^3, let's not blow that popsicle stand this time! Let's not light a sixteen ounce chocolate milkshake on fire, please. I could do that myself."

Patches the calico cat meowed within her carrier.

"Not you," that King Chocolate-Covered Gummy Bear said.

"WHO IS TALKING?!" Lindsay's Appaloosa shouted.

"King Chocolate-Covered Gummy Bear," my three heads said. "He is being a grumpy bear. We only blew that popsicle stand because they wanted to extract my organs for quote-unquote the greater good. We weren't going to stand for that, so we blew the popsicle stand up."

"I knew that! Which King Chocolate-Covered Gummy Bear?" the Appaloosa asked.

"The smart ass one," my smartass head said.

"Could I tell them apart?" Appaloosa asked.

"No!" all four King Chocolate-Covered Gummy Bears shouted.

"I have an idea. How about we change the chocolate coating of three of the King Chocolate-Covered Gummy Bears?" Prince Carrington asked.

The happy go-lucky King Chocolate-Covered Gummy Bear was okay with that. The other three growled.

"We can't tell you apart, mon! How the hell do we know who you are? We got four King Chocolate-Covered Gummy Bears and four Patches. I don't know what the fuck is going on!" Midnight Shadow shouted.

"I didn't know you were so assertive, Midnight Shadow!" Lindsay said in shock.

"You learn something new every day," the wild wolf said.

The happy go-lucky King Chocolate-Covered Gummy Bear started laughing again.

"This asshole can stay milk chocolate because he looks like an asshole," the grumpier King Chocolate-Covered Gummy Bear said.

"I agree. I guess we have to change the chocolate. I hope I'm not white chocolate. That shit is gross," the smartass King Chocolate-Covered Gummy Bear said.

"Well, I'm not going to be covered in white chocolate. You can fuck off with that," the angry King Chocolate-Covered Gummy Bear said.

"I'll be covered in white chocolate. Fuck it," the well-adjusted King Chocolate-Covered Gummy Bear said.

"Okay we solved that," my three heads said. "Now we have dark chocolate and strawberry vanilla chocolate to negotiate."

"That's easy then," the wild wolf said. "Smartass should be Napoleon."

The smartass King Chocolate-Covered Gummy Bear was now dubbed King Napoleon-covered Gummy Bear.

Prince Carrington's mind then exploded.

A bunch of boring purchases and shit happened after Prince Carrington's mind exploded.

Some interesting shit happened, like half of us having identity crises.

The only truly well-adjusted characters in this part of the story were King White Chocolate Strawberry Gummy Bear and Patches.

My three heads were named Chocolat, Vanille, and Fresa respectfully. I was Vanille.

King Napoleon-covered Cherry Gummy Bear was the smartass. King Dark Chocolate Blueberry Gummy Bear was the angry one. And King Milk Chocolate Peach Gummy Bear was the goofy one who thought most things were funny.

While we finally headed toward the mountains north of us, Patches was the first one to speak.

"Excuse me, Lindsay. I must urinate and defecate," Patches said.

"Whooaaaaaa!!!" Lindsay shouted at the Appaloosa and Midnight Shadow.

The horses stopped, but Fresa, Chocolat, King Napoleon-covered Cherry Gummy Bear, King Dark Chocolate Blueberry Gummy Bear, King White Chocolate Strawberry Gummy Bear, King Milk Chocolate Peach Gummy Bear, the wild wolf, and I kept going.

Patches opened up her own carrier and left the carriage. Cody and Nugget followed her. She hissed at them.

Midnight Shadow just took a big dump right then and there.

"I'd be tempted to light it on fire, but we kind of need this carriage to survive," the Appaloosa said.

"Yeah... Let's not light any more piles of poop on fire please, Magic Mirage," Lindsay said flatly.

Magic Mirage nodded and ate. Midnight Shadow ate. Lindsay waited for Cody, Nugget, and Patches to finish their business. Cody and Nugget shook paws and talked about marketing strategies for the biggest popsicle stand that will ever be created.

"Wait. Cody's not here. Do you know where the hell we're going?" King Dark Chocolate Blueberry Gummy Bear asked.

"Fuck no," Chocolat said.

"We probably should have waited for Cody to direct us," Fresa said.

"JUST FUCKING GO STRAIGHT! It's north! Are you guys that fucking directionally challenged?!" the wild wolf shouted.

"Yes," every King Gummy Bear said except King Napoleon-covered Cherry Gummy Bear said.

"Are you kidding? We can't navigate our way out of a paper bag!" Chocolat and Fresa shouted.

I could have, but no one ever fucking listened to me, so I just walked.

"Goddamn," the wild wolf said. He started walking on his hind legs and then opened a bottle of whiskey. He drank from it to cope with my frustrating family members.

Magic Mirage and Midnight Shadow hauled ass to catch up with us. Patches meowed a battle cry.

We all joined in and ran forward.

A battle symphony played in the background as we climbed Mount Hijo De Puta. The locals cussed us out in Spanish. Lindsay ignored them as she drove Magic Mirage and Midnight Shadow up the mountain.

"Stay away from the edge of the mountain. I don't really feel like falling off this mountain!" Lindsay called out to her horses.

"Neither do we," her horses said.

So we trekked up the cold mountain trail, and King Milk Chocolate Peach Gummy Bear all of a sudden asked, "Why are peaches shaped like asses?"

"Who the fuck knows? What a stupid question!" King Dark Chocolate Blueberry Gummy Bear said as he walked up the mountain.

"It could be that the tree has an anal fixation," King White Chocolate Strawberry Gummy Bear said.

"Probably," Lindsay said.

Fresa giggled. I giggled as well to be honest.

"Oh my God!" King Napoleon-covered Cherry Gummy Bear said in exasperation.

Some locals were playing some Spanish country music.

The King Gummy Bears danced involuntarily.

Chocolat sang some lyrics about ass fruits, like peaches; nectarines; and plums.

"Are those going to be popsicle flavors?" Fresa asked.

Oh sweet Jesus.

King Milk Chocolate Peach Gummy Bear started to laugh uncontrollably. King White Chocolate Strawberry Gummy Bear chuckled and tried not to think about what was happening.

"Welp! That just opened up a can of worms I'm not ready to deal with," the wild wolf said as he walked ahead of everyone.

"Yeah. I wasn't expecting that, either," Cody said as he jumped out of the moving carriage and caught up with the wild wolf.

"To be honest, peach, nectarine, and plum-flavored popsicles would be great ideas. Anyone ever thought about putting them between bread?" Nugget asked as he, too, jumped out of the carriage and followed behind them.

"It keeps getting worse," Magic Mirage said.

King Milk Chocolate Peach Gummy Bear continued his laughter.

"What can we do? We gotta make money somehow," I said.

After a day's travel, we finally found the vault of popsicles Cody was talking about. It was glorious. There were grape, cherry, orange, strawberry, blueberry, raspberry, blackberry, cranberry, and potato popsicles.

"Potato? Why the hell potato?" Patches asked.

"It's a good flavor. What? You'd prefer carrot?" Cody asked.

"We would!" Magic Mirage and Midnight Shadow shouted.

"Oh Jesus. Okay. Let's brainstorm more flavors if we want these assholes' money," Cody said.

So, we sat and brainstormed flavors for a week and a half.

#family #fiction #love #popsicles

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fawnsflowerbed · 2 years ago

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okay hear me out (i have no idea if youve done a fic like this already, so if you have you can ignore 😭) but like… riding leons face. thats it- thats the quote. thank you 🥰

10/10 talented brilliant truly inspiring prompt to the point where I went sO FAR-

Riding his face. That's it. That's the blurb.

Warnings/content: Fem reader, 2nd person (you, yours), Post RE4 Leon onwards, soft dom Leon talks you through it, praise, squirting, (obviously) face riding

Word count: 2,900 est.

!! NSFW UNDER CUT, MINORS BACK TF UP OR I'M THROWING YOU INTO THE REGENERATOR LAB !!

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“You want me to what?”

Your boyfriend’s request had you in a state of shock, stopping what was originally turning from soft kisses into another night of mind-breaking sex.

Leon couldn’t help but find it pretty damn funny just how stunned you were by his suggestion. He shook his head with a light laugh. “You heard me, sweetheart. I want you to ride my face. Only if you’re comfortable with it, though.”

Fumbling hands fiddled together. The very thought had you squeezing your thighs together from under the oversized shirt of Leon’s you’d claimed; hell, just hearing those words leave his mouth was enough to send a shock straight to your panties. But none of that could scare away how anxious you were. “No I’m open to it, it's just- what if you can’t breathe?”

“Okay after years of fighting bullshit I’d happily die between your thighs.”

You huffed out, punching at his shoulder and earning you another laugh. “Leon, I’m serious!”

He swatted your hand away, pressing a kiss to your forehead to try and settle you. “Honey I’ve been held underwater for well over 10 minutes without air. You’ve forced my head into a pillow as punishment for plenty of shitty jokes. I’ll be just fine. If it makes you feel better, I’ll tap your arm twice if it gets too much. Sound good?”

With a look up into his eyes through your lashes, you finally felt yourself cave. Leon had made you open to a lot of different experiences, and so far all of them had ended up in your favour. So you figured from that kind of history it was at least worth a shot. “Sounds good.”

You could already see the excitement building behind those eyes.

“Alright, c’mere.”

He took you by the chin in an instant, dragging you down to lay on top of him with a long kiss. He’d already settled his head comfortably into one of the pillows. Your hands pressed flush against his chest to keep yourself somewhat upright, trying to keep a steady pace to pick up from where you’d left off. One of your favourite things about making love with Leon was how close you both wanted to be. Time and parting was truly such sweet sorrow, which made sense as to why the day after coming home you were both desperate to have his cock buried inside of you until all you could remember was his name. To have you cumming on his fingers, or him in your mouth, honestly you could care less where. Sure cuddling and kisses were great, but both of you craved that deeper intimacy.

But Leon clearly wasn’t in the mood for patience today, no pacing was needed. His hands tucked up under the shirt to take hold of the soft skin of your hips, and began ever so slightly dragging you forward. This earned him a laugh from you. “My god you’re really set on this aren’t you?”

He gave you a lop-sided smile in return. “You betcha.” Then he was drawing you back into a quick kiss, one you pulled away from to speak with a giggle.

“A little patience goes a long way, mister.” A finger prodded at his chest as you teased him. Leon gave a light-hearted scoff at your comment, the type you’d get when he wasn’t willing to laugh but wanted you to know that whatever you’d said had him smiling.

“What can I say, I know what I want and I’m set on getting it. Now, if you don’t sit yourself down I’ll pull you down.”

You scoffed out, still nervous. “Just give me a second. I’m a little scared.”

He couldn’t help but smirk. “Scared of my mouth? I mean it’s the same one that’s gone down-

Before he could give you some kind of snarky comeback, your lips were on his. God, his favourite way for you to shut him up. A usual way, sure, but it never got old. A hand pressing against his bare chest as you grinned against him. When you pulled back, Leon was still beaming at you.

“Better?”

You nodded with hesitance, taking a low breath in and heaving it back out slowly. “Yeah, I think so. Okay.”

Shuffling your hips forward just enough to rest at where his throat began, you let out a shaky breath. Then with a great deal of hesitance lifted yourself up so you were hovering just above Leon’s face, one hand keeping the front of your shirt up and out of the way. He looked more than eager, and when you clamped a hand over your mouth to hide your smile it was as if you were contagious, because he was chuckling now too.

“What?” He asked, pulling some of his hair out of his eyes.

“Ohhhh my god that’s really weird.” Your voice muffled thanks to your palm, staring right down at where your boyfriend was positioned. Your boyfriend, who so far looked bordering on euphoric with the very idea of this happening. Leon was always nothing short of thrilled to give you head.

A breathy laugh puffed from his chest. “Yeah?”

“Yeah, that’s-” You lowered your hand with a lighthearted huff. “Christ you haven’t moved yet I am so done for. Just your breath is- Good god.”

Leon felt like he was the one that was done for, eyes locked onto the wetness already collecting rather generously through the lips of your cunt. If he stayed like this any longer, he was sure it’d drip down right into his mouth. He licked over his bottom lip in anticipation. “Y’know you can scoot down, darlin’.”

“Oh you wish. I’m so freaked out to sit down you have no ide-”

Whatever ‘a’ was meant to finish that word instead turned into a small yelp of surprise thanks to Leon’s hands pulling your pussy directly down against his mouth. As mentioned recently, no patience this time around. As soon as you made contact your body threw itself forward in an arch.

“Shit!” Your gasp hit the headboard, hand gripping the wood for dear life as if worried you might fall onto your side from the sensation. Something that shot straight through you, piercing you like an arrow from top to bottom. Sure, he’d gone down on you plenty of times before. But this new position, where his mouth was pressing right up into you as you sat spread out for him, had you in shambles. And he’d barely started.

A breathy whine fell from your lips, lip wobbling slightly as you tried to adjust to the feeling with squirming thighs. You were barely given a moment to adapt to such a change. “Lee, you- ngh ah, fuck- you cheated.”

But you got no response in return, nothing but Leon’s mouth starting you off in slow, soft kisses from the bottom of your lips right up to your clit. Such a simple motion that already had you panting, already had you hot and bothered. All coherent protests regarding his ‘cheating’ in this game of yours left your mind in an instant, now too busy taking in how your boyfriend was now parting his lips every few kisses to take more of you into his mouth, giving all of you the attention he felt it deserved. And god if it wasn’t worth it to feel your legs already trembling from where his face sat between them. You were driving him insane, the way you hummed against your lips in a pitiful attempt to silence every noise and squeak, back stretching in a short arch with every slight movement. He could already hear you panting.

You thought it couldn’t feel any better, that he couldn’t work you up more than he’d already managed to thanks to this godsend of an angle. Oh how wrong you were. With a neck crane he found and latched right down onto your clit, being rewarded with the whine you let out. Your hips twitched, that he definitely felt. He was sucking, rolling the bundle back and forth against his tongue from in his mouth and just grazing past the skin of his teeth, getting nothing but shaken whimpers and keens from you. That delicious mix of pain with pleasure. He was eating you out and tearing you down like a man starved, his slight stubble brushing against your skin like the sweetest of sandpaper, marking you as his. Your body downright burned.

A few soft ‘fuck, that’s it’s were whispered here or there between your whines. The most submissive he’d heard you be in a long time, so open for him despite your clear worry of cutting off his breath - which was impossible. So, to try and ease you into a state of nothing but bliss, he let go of your puffy clit. What was once a broken whine of protest turned into an open-mouthed moan as you felt him work his tongue bit by bit into the sopping wet heat of your cunt. Warm and stretched for him, already leaking out into his mouth, clearly comfortable with the different actions he’d been testing on you. He wondered why he hadn’t asked to do this much earlier.

You could feel him moving his head ever so slightly to the side with each movement, trying to commit how you felt in his mouth to memory. Each little sound or shaken sigh as you fought with your hips to not twitch or buck against his face - much to his dismay.

He pulled back just for a moment to speak. “C’mon gorgeous, don’t be shy.”

But you were still a bit nervous. It got to the point where he grabbed you by the supple skin on either side of you, grinding you down onto his tongue at an angle that had you whining out and quickly grabbing at the sheets. One hand still trying so hard to keep your shirt up so you could keep marvelling at the gorgeous boy beneath you. But it shot a spark through you, his roughened hands on each thigh with such a gentle yet firm hold, one that would stop you if you so much as hesitated to move. All you could get out of him were rasped yet satisfied hums against your cunt, a ‘good girl, so good’ every few moments between the loud licks, sucks and sounds of his tongue on your raw cunt. You couldn’t help but stare down at him for a second, to see the look of concentration in those eyes shut tight. Like he was mentally mapping you out so he could learn every spot to hit next time. You could’ve came right then and there if it weren’t from fear of almost waterboarding your poor boyfriend.

That was until he found that one spot. The one that had your mind blanking out when Leon’s tongue brushed against it. Something spongy, something he obviously recognised because he then focused right in on that spot with every prod and lap into his mouth.

“Holy shit. Right there.” Your voice wobbled as your head tipped back to let out an exhale of pure pleasure, hips with a mind of their own chasing some kind of release. From the way the bridge of Leon’s nose bumped against your swollen clit, to how you felt his stubble rubbing against your skin, to his mouth and tongue working you into knot after knot. Whatever it was, you were wound up far too tight at this point. Your fingers combed some of his hair out of his face to try and distract yourself from just how good it felt, body curling to rock back and forth with shaken moans. Any fear was gone, now you were riding his tongue like your life depended on it.

“Can tell you’re close.” His words were muffled against the flushed skin of your pussy and you could hear him taking a few quick breaths in. He was preparing himself to dive right back, to push you over the edge. But you knew what had a chance of happening whenever he went down on you and made you cum, to which you squirmed to try and get out of his hold. That was something you were really worrying about.

“Lee, no I can’t- god, fu-uck - what if-”

But he already knew exactly what you were trying to paw yourself away from, and instead of complying he dragged his hand over the one holding at your shirt. Wordlessly offering to take it for you. The other still sat on your thigh just below your ass, thumb brushing over the skin gently. Softly. Such a stark difference to the way he had you falling apart in his mouth.

“C’mon, sweetheart. Give it up for me.”

“But-”

Your concerns fell on deaf ears as you cut yourself off with your own high pitched moan, feeling his tongue slip right back inside of you. Hunting down that angle that had you crying out, a sound sent straight from heaven that Leon was desperate to hear. Working back through his mind to map your body out all over again, indulging in every gasp and whine. When he found it he downright attacked it, putting every ounce of work into the muscle of his tongue until you snapped. And he got exactly what he wanted.

“Oh Christ- Shit, Leon!”

It fell right from that heaven Leon was imagining, fell in the form of something close to a sob with nothing to muffle the sound. Fingers too focused on gripping the silken sheets and his hand over yours, squeezing until your knuckles turned white. Cheeks flushed and mouth agape. Your hips jerking and shifting as you felt it hit you full force, felt everything draining from you in a rush of heat, a gush, one that had you panting heavily between soft gasps at the feeling of his tongue still on you. It had you clenching around his tongue, body rocking in a spasm. Leon was gratefully drinking up everything you gave him, with short hums bordering on growls while his hand squeezed your own. With one last low groan from his throat, you only now realised that Leon’s hips had been rutting up into the air to try and relieve his own tension. Simply eating you out could get him rock hard, that you knew, but he was definitely staining his boxers by now. He was always more of a pleasure dom anyway.

Your hand ran through his hair to draw him back to you, fingers combing through it loosely. You were fighting against involuntary whimpers to speak to him. “Baby, you should’ve said-”

Nope. He wasn’t having any of that, not when you’d given him all that he wanted. As soon as you started he was dragging your poor clit back into his mouth and giving it one harsh warning suck. A warning not to test him. That was enough to tell you plenty. You curled inwards with a hoarse-throated cry, completely overwhelmed with overstimulation as you clenched around nothing. “Okay! Okay, I got it, fuck!”

Satisfied with your response, he finished cleaning you up with his tongue the best he could. Listening to you squeal and whine against the back of your clenched fist during this was almost enough to get him hard again, but it had to be done. Once happy with his job, his large hands were easing you up off of his face and back to straddle his waist. It still shocked you just how simply he could move and manoeuvre you around.

You covered your face with your hands, heaving out a sigh that mixed with a tired giggle. You definitely should’ve trusted Leon’s instinct in the bedroom more often. “Oh my god my neighbours are gonna hate me.”

He wiped his mouth off with the back of his hand, swallowing down what was left of your arousal on his tongue thankfully. You peaked out from between your hands to get a good look at him.

He was nothing short of ecstatic, looking up at you with a cocky, toothed grin. Clearly you weren’t the only one who enjoyed that.

“I think it was worth it. You haven’t squirted like that in a while.”

“Shut up you jerk.” You grumbled. He could practically feel the heat from your cheeks, watching you pull the fabric of your shirt up to cover your face in embarrassment. All it took was riding his face once, and you were drenching him. He had to admit, he felt proud of himself.

“Aw, c’mon sweetheart. I’m flattered, really.”

“I’m sure you are.” The fabric was dropped in defeat, the bottom of the shirt once again pooling around your waist. Settling back into the situation after being dragged through heaven and back, you let your thumb brush over the scar on his face gently, his arms wrapped snug around you. You caught that glint in his hooded eyes, arching a brow with another chuckle. “Lee, you look drunk.”

He merely shrugged. “If you got what I just got, you’d feel drunk too. That was- god. We’re definitely doing that again.”

With a shake of your head and a smile, you were pushing his hair out of his eyes to lean down and press a soft kiss to his lips.

“We’ll just see about that, pretty boy.”

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riddlesrhymesandfear · 2 years ago

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Riddler, Scarecrow, and Mad Hatter headcannons for when they are put into an Escape Room with their crush. The assigning of pairs for the escape rooms are completely random, and by son coincidence they got put in the same one. How'd they react?

Summary: Mad Hatter, Riddler, and Scarecrow being randomly assigned to their crush in an escape room. (2nd person/ gender neutral)

A/n: I'd like to be the first to say that I'be never been in an escape room, so I apologize if any of these seem far-fetched. However, I was interested and had some minor ideas. And I may had gotten a little ahead of myself with Jonathan’s.. :))

*cutlass is a sword that was commonly used by sailors and pirates through 17th-19th century.

||> Mad Hatter

It must be fate—destiny's work, it must think you two are meant for each other! That's what Jervis thinks, but has some semblance of thinking skills to keep that to himself, even if it's very obvious how delighted he is to have been randomly paired up with you for the escape room.

He is one of those rare people that can actually multitask, so while he's going around the room with you looking for clues, he's chattering absently. It's nice, even if it may be a little distracting for you.

"—And you wouldn't believe the time it took, fixing the chips on my cards after that whole mess! It would've taken less effort to make new ones, of course, but they still had some use to them. You understand what I mean, don't you?"

You nod your head in response, pulling out on of the books from the bookshelf. The clue from the desk pointed over here, so surely it had to be one of these books— You stiffened upon feeling Jervis' hand on your arm, his other hand's forefinger out and running along the spines of the other books on a shelf higher. "What was the clue again?" he asked, eyes running along the titles on the binds before he looked at you.

Blinking away the surprise from a moment ago, you returned your gaze to the book in your hands. "'Among neighbors in a makeshift-complex, one stands alone with its call to adventure,'" you quoted, thumbing the cover of the book before sliding it back into its slot. Jervis hummed in reply, his hand leaving your shoulder to tap his cheek as he pondered. Your gaze flitted between the titles, before stopping at one in particular—above the title was a small illustration of a cutlass* near the top of the spine.

There was slight amusement on your face as you heard Jervis gasp right beside you, the man grinning as you opened the hardcover to reveal a sticky note on the first picture. "We've found the next clue!"

||> Riddler

Not sure if there's necessarily a "[clenches fist] Let's goooo!" meme, but if there is, Edward is internally the imbodiment of that. Not only is he in his element, but his crush is there, too.

He totally uses the situation to impress you, upturning clues left and right. You have to tell him that you're supposed to be looking for clues too, before he realizes. Despite his ego and trying to impress you, he's fun to work with, especially if you're skilled at escape rooms. There's plenty of times when you've both figured out a clue at the same time, or you figured it out before he did.

He says he was "handing it to you," [the clue] but you know better.

Conversation is exchanged while you and Edward look for teh next clue, suggesting possible answers back and forth. It wasn't long before you returned to the middle of the room, where a key inside a locked, transparent box laid on the center table. You had tried fiddling with it at the start of the session to see if you could find a loophole before abandoing it to look for the password.

"If you think messing with that box is going to give you the answer, then I'm afraid you're sorely mistaken," Edward says with a laugh. He's at the bookshelf adjacent to the door you both stepped into at the start of the round, slotting out and in the books and materials on the shelves in hopes he'd find a clue. A slip of paper, or some numbers scratched into the back—something to answer the four-digit code on the box.

You rolled your eyes, stepping away from the box before glancing around the room. Each bookshelf had been searched and moved for clues, each cabinet opened and rummaged through—your eyes flitted to the mirror across the room, some of the light from the lamps and the ceiling light reflecting off it. Nothing appeared off, merely reflecting the view before it, and yet you stepped forward, squinting for anything that appeared off.

Then it hit you: faint numbers mirrored from the wall behind you, barely noticeable if it weren't for the mirror and just the right lighting. You shrugged it off as discoloration at first, but you knew better now that the numbers 4, 2, 9, and 6 stared right at you. "Found you."

||> Scarecrow

I doubt Jonathan would've showed up to an escape room of his own accord, so maybe Edward or another rogue somehow talked him into it. Who knows how it came to be—all that matters is that he's there, and he's been paired up with you by random.

Jonathan is put together for the most part—except that he's a wreck on the inside, his default intimidation dampered by the heavy awkward vibes around him as you and him go around looking for clues. It's quiet, mumbling about where the clues could be and searching on your own.

When the first clue is found you two start working together, actually communicating with each other and thinking on the clues.

"42—that couldn't be a code or something, could it?" you ask, rummaging through a desk for anything that could hint to what the number was for. The escape room you were in practically screamed Jonathan's name—it was dark for the most part, save for a sole vintage lamp in the center of the room that bled light to the corners of the room, and was academic in aesthetic.

Jonathan stood facing the walls, studying them and the neighboring decor as he pondered over the clue. Just earlier the two of you uncovered a key from inside the desk, but it was far too small to fit into the keyhole for the door they needed to get through. His gaze drew toward a bookself, skimming over its contents boredly before he rose an eyebrow; while many of the books shelved were in an unusual manner with the spines facing inward rather than out, on the bottom shelf multiple books were shelved properly.

He kneeled down before the bookshelf and ran his finger over one book before pulling it out. It was an old book, but looked nothing out of the ordinary. He shelved it back the way it was previously, before repeating the action once more, twice more, before pulling out the fourth of the five. It was a hardcover with a book latch over the fore edge that required a key—a small one, he noted, as he glanced to wear the key was set on the desk you had abandoned to see what he had found.

“Found something?”

He hummed in response, standing up and you watched as he took the key from the desk and poked it into the book’s latch, unlocking it before opening the hardcover a few pages in. He flipped more pages before stopping at one, trailing his forefinger down the text before pausing half the page down, and looking up. You cocked your head slightly as you followed his gaze, coming to a halt at a painting of a tree and a group of black birds. “Jonathan?” you asked, looking at him once more as he moved, handing the book to you before making his way towards the painting. Your gaze fell to the book, skimming the pages for a moment to come across a line of text—she stood before a painting of ravens and a tree—only to look up as Jonathan unhooked the painting from the wall, turned it around, and revealed a key taped to its back.

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forever-rogue · 4 years ago

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if you’re still taking requests for Bucky, can you do one from this quote if it sparks any inspiration: ‘when you realize you can tell someone your truth, when you can stand in front of them and show yourself and their response is “you’re safe with me” - that’s intimacy.’

A/N: please, this is so soft 🥺

Pairing: Bucky x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: none

MASTERLIST

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A heavy sigh escaped soft lips as Bucky laid on the couch and stared at the ceiling. There was almost no sound in the room besides the rhythmic ticking of the aging clock on the wall, combined with the sounds wafting in from the open window, and the almost non-existent humming of his vibranium appendage. He reached his hand up to his chest to ground himself by touching the dog tags that had been his for way too many years now. A temporary moment of panic set into his bones when he realized there was nothing there, but revelation quickly dawned on him as he remembered that they were currently with you. The last he’d seen them, you were wearing them, the metallic silver tags safely nestled under the soft fabric of your t-shirt.

When he’d given them to you, a sign of his desire to call you his, among other things, he never actually expected that you’d wear them. The first time he’d spied you wearing them, along a casual outfit consisting of jeans and a t-shirt and sneakers, he’d almost short circuited. There was something about comforting knowing they were safe and sound in your possession now. They were yours now too - just like he was.

A gentle tugging lifted the corners of his mouth into the semblance of a smile. How foreign it still felt sometimes, the gentle feeling of blossoming happiness and knowing he was loved. Loved. What a strange and odd concept that was. He couldn’t remember the last another soul had told him they loved him besides in the most platonic sense. But the first time you’d whispered those words to him, so effortlessly, so easily, I love you, his whole world came to a screeching halt and he was sent into a wild spiral that left him speechless. Bucky hadn’t reciprocated your words then; but it wasn’t long after that he did. It had been a half shout, half declaration as you just grinned at him, pulling him against your lips and only letting him go when you were both breathless and dizzy.

He relaxed at the thought, settling against the pillow as he reminded himself to swim in happy memories, rather than drown in the ghosts of the past.

His phone vibrated against the glass top of the coffee table as it startled him out of his stupor, causing him to almost roll off the couch in surprise. He scrambled to grab the phone, and relaxed when he saw your name on the screen. Straightening himself up, he cleared his throat before answering, “hi sweetheart.”

“Bucky!” your excited voice on the other end of the line made his heart relax as he just imagined you bouncing around your small floral shop, making sure everything was perfect, “it’s about time you answered, old man. I’ve called you like three times! Did I disturb your afternoon nap, Barnes?”

“Hey, watch who you’re calling an old man,” he snorted as he stood up and stretched, surprised by how easily you were able to read him, “I got decades on you, kid, respect your elders.”

“Respect me when I’m right,” you grinned as he laughed lightly. How easily everything seemed to flow between the two of you; he’d never thought he could have anything like this again. Even once he’d left Wakanda and life slowly went back to a semblance of normality after the Blip, he still had a hard time trusting people; perhaps, more than anything else, he didn’t trust himself.

While he knew he was himself again, Bucky, and not the Winter Soldier, he still was never quite convinced that he wouldn’t ever go back. For so long he had been nothing but a killer, it was hard to believe that he could ever be fully himself again. So he’d closed himself off, steeled himself, despite the constant reassurance from the people around him that it was okay to let others in. He couldn’t trust himself - after so long...how could he? How was he just supposed to be able to pick the pieces and just be James again?

But he was learning, over time, slowly, bit by bit, that it was okay to let people in, okay to feel, and be okay and also not be okay. Sure, some days were hard, but the good days were good. And they were getting to become more and more frequent.

“Bucky? Hello?” you called his name from the other line, trying to get him to snap back into attention, “James? James Buchanan Barnes?”

“S-sorry,” his voice was soft and gentle for a moment, “I...yeah.”

“Yeah,” you teased softly, “zoning out again huh, my love? I know how you get. What are you thinking about, Bucky?”

“Nothing much,” he admitted, shrugging to himself despite the fact that you weren’t able to see him, “when are you off?”

“Whenever I want to be,” you reminded him, “I’m the boss now, remember? Why do you ask? Got some grand plans for us?”

“Nah,” he confessed, “just want to come and see you. Is it okay if I stop in? I’d come and bring you some flowers...but that would seem a little...on the nose.”

“Ahh, look at you,” he could practically hear you grinning, “very clever, aren’t you? Come and see me - it’s been slow so I might as well close up when you get here. Maybe we can go for a walk and get dinner?”

“Sounds great,” he agreed softly, “see you soon.”

“See you soon, Bucky.”

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While you waited for Bucky to arrive, a brilliant idea popped into your head. You quickly grabbed a vase and started to gather some of the flowers that reminded you of him. It wasn’t long before you had a variety of them, neatly arranged and topped off with a bow, ready and waiting for him. He walked into your small shop, ready to announce himself but quickly found that he didn’t have to.You were perched up on the counter, swinging your legs back and forth as you tilted your head to the side and studied him with a small smile. He was dressed casually today, sporting a dark blue henley and a pair of well fitting jeans. His arm, intricate and beautifully designed golden and black vibranium, wasn’t on full display, nor was it completely hidden. Progress; a step in the right direction, albeit small. He’d get there when he’d get there and if that took another five years or fifty, you planned on being there for him.

“Hi James,” you popped off the counter and met him halfway, letting him wrap you up and envelope you in his warm, tight grasp. His arms, his body, was your favorite place to be. You never felt more safe and secure than when you were wrapped up in him, “I’ve missed you.”

“Missed me?” he chuckled as you just nodded, pouting lightly as he couldn’t help but kiss you softly, “it’s only been a few hours since we’ve seen each other.”

“I know,” you ran a hand through his dark hair, “but it doesn’t mean I can’t miss you, does it?”

“I suppose you’re right,” he agreed as you took his hand and pulled him over to the counter. Bucky dramatically rolled his eyes as he trailed after you. Your hand looked so small in his hand; delicate skin contrasted against harsh callouses as you gave him a squeeze of reassurance. Whatever hesitation or tension was left in his body seeped, replaced by a feeling of saccharine bliss, “what are you up to?”

“You always think I’m up to something,” standing in front of the flowers, you paused, studying his features before reaching up to tenderly cradle his face in your hands. Bucky, resilient and strong, turned into a puddle of mush and practical whimpers as you traced a delicate fingertip across his features, “perhaps this time you’re right.”

“Tell me then,” he turned his face, pressing a gentle kiss to your palm as you used your free hand to reach behind you and push the vase to your side so he could see the ornate display. Blue eyes narrowed, highlighting the wary crease in his brow before they widened, softening all the way through. His hand slinked down to your waist, a light squeeze followed as he shuffled to the side and studied the flowers. Bright yellows and oranges, brilliant crimsons and pinks, and mellow pastels were suddenly under his intense scrutiny as he took in the sight of the blossoms, “w-what are these?”

“And here I was, thinking you were smart,” standing behind him, you wrapped your arms around his waist, delicately and slowly at first so you wouldn’t startle him. His frame stiffened for a mere moment before he relaxed, the weight of your head on his back a welcome burden he was happy to bear, “these are called flowers.”

“Very funny,” you could feel the laugh vibrate through his chest as a hand, one colder and more metallic than normal, but still all him, settled on your own. Pressing a line of soft kisses to his shoulders, you listened to the steady beating of his heart, “what’s the occasion?”

“There is none,” you insisted, “I just thought you would enjoy them. Look at the colors and blossoms, they all reminded me of you. So brilliant and warm and bright and lovely - just like you, Bucky.”

A few beats of silence met your ears as he inhaled and exhaled deeply, a million thoughts swirling around his mind. Before you could speak or say anything else, he turned around in your arms so he was facing you. He gestured between you and the flowers for a few moments, finding himself at a loss for words, “me?”

“Yes,” you promised him, “for you. Do you like them?”

“I love them,” he reassured you, an easy warmth settling over you, “back in the day I would have been doing this for you…”

‘You’ve gotten me flowers plenty of times,” you laughed, a sound that had easily become his favorite thing in almost no time, “besides, you deserve some nice things too.”

“I’ve been thinking…”

“That’s a new one,” you teased as he jokingly groaned, “ I jest! I’ve noticed you’ve been a little more quiet and stoic lately...I didn’t even know that was possible for you. What’s been on your mind, my love?”

“There’s this quote that came into mind...I heard it somewhere, but I can’t remember from what or who,” he mused as he rubbed thoughtfully at his chin, “it’s something along the lines of ‘when you realize you can tell someone your truth, when you can stand in front of them and show yourself and their response is “you’re safe with me” - that’s intimacy.’ I feel like...I can do that with you - like I can be myself and you’re not judging me, even though you know who I am.”

“Bucky - James - I know who you are,” it was surprising you didn’t melt into a puddle then and there, melting into nothingness at his feet. You leaned in, looking at his eyes for a few moments before capturing his lips in a soft kiss. You broke apart slowly, reluctantly before resting your forehead against his, “I know exactly you who are. And I love you for it - a good man, friend, partner, and so many other things. You are good, and it doesn’t matter what anyone else says or thinks. Fuck them - the people that know you know who you really are.”

“Even after…”

“Even after everything that’s happened,” you promised, “you are safe with me. I’m not going to suddenly turn my back on you and walk away. I love you, Bucky. You have me, now and forever, and I’ve got you, always. That’s not going to change. You know that, don’t you?”

“Yeah,” you could feel him smiling against your lips as he breathed you in and let you overwhelm his senses, “I know that.”

“Good,” you smiled as you reached for his hand, “let’s go to get dinner. I’m starving.”

“Don’t you need to close up?”

“Nah,” you winked at him, “I closed up as soon as we got off the phone earlier so we would have interruptions. C’mon Buck, I’m going to take you for a night on the town! What do you say?”

“Sounds perfect,” he agreed, “there’s just one more thing.”

“Hmm?”

“This,” he pulled you into his arms and kissed you deeply as your body melded into his, “I love you too.”

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the-insomniac-emporium · 3 years ago

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RE8 Ladies + Love Languages

While this isn't terribly long per character, I am putting it under a read-more for the combined length. Some characters have more details than others, partially due to how much I've written for them (and therefore had time to think about how they show their affections). For once the contents are not in alphabetical order. Crazy, right? PS there's a very, very brief implication of NSFW in Daniela's section.

Features the entire Dimitrescu family, Mother Miranda, Donna Beneviento, and as a lil bonus Ava.

Cassandra Dimitrescu:

Primary Love Language: Physical touch

Secondary Love Language: Acts of Service

Examples: Constantly wants to be touching some part of her lover, even if she sometimes pretends otherwise, from hand holding to making them sit in her lap. So goddamn touch starved. Preferably sleeps with her lover sprawled out on top of her, weighing her down, soothed by the constant pressure. Seriously, this woman needs someone to hold her as close as possible, running their fingers through her hair, pressing soft little kisses along her neck + shoulder. And then repeat. Every single day. For life.

Treating her lover’s wounds, or bringing them tea to soothe their nightmares, or monitoring their health when they're sick (see: Bound Blood + We Don’t Talk About That). Cassandra hates feeling like she owes someone, and isn’t fond of others owing her (because when they pay her back, she might end up owing them “the difference”). When it comes to love, however, all debts feel paid as soon as they are incurred. She does things for her beloved because she cares for them, expecting nothing in return. Sure, she’ll complain about the effort, but it doesn’t really bother her, and she truly hopes her lover knows that.

Mother Miranda:

Primary Love Language: Acts of Service

Secondary Love Language: Gift Giving

Examples: Despite the decades she has spent as a Goddess, commanding the willing masses, Miranda doesn’t put much emphasis on words. Instead, she values actions above all else. She doesn't care if someone says that they are devoted to her, she wants to see the effects of that devotion. In turn, she much prefers to show her affection rather than voice it, even if it leaves her lover less sure of her feelings. One must keep in mind that she is the leader of an entire region, and the fact that she chooses to personally take care of something for you means a hell of a lot. Even if it’s just making you a cup of tea whenever she brews some for herself, or something as big as setting up a studio for you and your personal projects, or simply ensuring that your favorite meals are added to the rotation.

Similar, in some aspects, to her preference to showcase her love rather than announce it, Miranda takes pride in her ability to select gifts. She remembers just about everything you ever tell her, easily memorizing things you express interest in. Though she won’t make a big deal out of it, you’ll often find little gifts from her lying around, casual reminders of how much of her attention is devoted to you.

Daniela Dimitrescu:

Primary Love Language: Words of Affirmation

Secondary Love Language: Physical Touch

Examples: What can she say, she loves to be worshipped. Having someone look at her with eyes full of adoration, one hand cupping her cheek, as they list a thousand reasons why they love her? That’s all she wants. Or sitting with her lover’s head in her lap, listening to them recite poetry that reminds them of her, while she runs her fingers through their hair. Ooh, or hearing them cry out her name like something holy as she all but buries her head between their legs. But don’t worry, she’s just as eager to return the favor, singing soft praises dedicated to her beloved. Admittedly, her compliments are sometimes a tad roundabout (so to speak).

“Mmm,” she’ll hum, “I’m the luckiest woman in the world. Living in a castle, my every need catered to, endless life, and, of course, the most darling little pet I could ever ask for. What more could I want?” Then she’ll pull her lover close, a kiss against their pulse point to claim them as her own. It’s impossible for her to determine her favorite place to touch her lover. There are little spots that elicit sweet sounds from them, then there are places where their warmth is a tad fiercer than normal, pure bliss against her own freezing skin. Wherever she touches them, it’s a silent declaration of her love.

Bela Dimitrescu:

Primary Love Language: Quality Time

Secondary Love Language: Words of Affirmation

Examples: It doesn’t matter what she does with her lover, as long as they are together, in the same room if not actively pressed against each other. Any hobby of theirs is one that she’ll instantly take interest in. An academic at heart, she loves to learn, regardless of the subject, and takes endless delight in learning from those close to her. There’s something incredible about the feeling she gets when she gets a chance to show her lover how much she remembers, and she sees that spark of joy in their eyes.

Considering her fondness for classical literature, it’s no surprise that she adores using language to convey the depths of her affection. Whether she’s quoting Sappho or Shakespeare, she often relies on dead poets to express herself. In turn, she cannot even begin to describe the feeling she gets when her lover returns the gesture, especially if they go so far as to write something original for her. More than once she’s tried to craft her own poetry, but has found herself lacking (at least to her own standards). One thing she enjoys is memorizing poetry written by someone from her lover’s home country, assuming that they’re not from Romania.

Alcina Dimitrescu:

Primary Love Language: Gift Giving/Physical Touch

Secondary Love Language: Quality Time

Examples: Considering the era in which she was born, it’s not terribly surprising that Alcina’s affection often manifests in less obvious ways. A hand on her lover’s back, guiding them along, or letting her knee touch theirs when they sit next to each other, or gently reaching out to give one of their hands a soft pat during quiet conversations. On top of that, she gives out gifts almost constantly. Oh, her lover very briefly mentioned enjoying a local artist? Well, Alcina will be certain to purchase several (or most) of their recent work. Did her beloved muse out loud about not having much jewelry? That won’t do! She’ll get them a large assortment, including plenty that bear the crest of House Dimitrescu. Everyone will know who her lover is, if only for the way that they are adorned with her loveliest finery.

Much like her eldest daughter (who likely takes after her mother), Alcina also enjoys the barest of interactions with her darling. With the endless stretch that is her potential lifespan, she knows that she has all the time in the world to learn new skills, or experience all that the village has to offer. Nothing warms her heart quite like the idea of getting to enjoy those things with the people that matter most to her- namely her partner and her children.

Donna Beneviento:

Primary Love Language: Quality Time

Secondary Love Language: Gift Giving

Examples: An odd mix of shy and calculating, Donna Beneviento is not one to rely on words, nor does she often take grand actions where others may observe. Instead, she works (and weaves) within the shadows. When it comes to love, she prefers to let her priorities reveal her feelings. Day after day, she chooses to spend time with her partner, regardless of the activity. If they ask for her company, she gives it without hesitation. She invites them to join her in the garden, or give input on her latest creations, and ensures that they are readily involved in just about every aspect of her life.

Being as talented as she is with crafting (both the overall art of doll-making and the somewhat related ability to sew all sorts of clothing), ‘tis not surprising that she also turns to gifts to express herself. From knitting hats in winter to soft blankets when her partner is sick, she provides for them in the easiest way she knows how.

Avaskian Caldwell:

Primary Love Language: Physical Touch/Words of Affirmation

Secondary Love Language: Quality Time

Examples: Arguably the most touch-starved person ever to exist, xer only possible rival being Cassandra. Struggles to strike a balance between hating being touched unexpectedly and wanting constant physical attention. Will give affectionate shoulder/back pats, loves forehead kisses/bumps, literally cannot sleep without cuddling someone/something (such as a stuffed animal). At the same time, a lifetime of severe anxiety has made it so that xe often relies on verbal encouragement from others to feel good/motivate xerself. Xe craves compliments, and defaults to poetry as a way of expressing love for others. One might think that being selectively mute might put a damper on this. However, if anything, it just furthers the value of xer speech. You know that xe cares about you if xe not only writes you poetry, but reads it aloud for you.

In true introvert/anxiety-riddled-bean fashion, Ava is also more than content to just chill with loved ones. Xe grew up in an admittedly fucked up family, but some of xer happiest childhood memories are of xerself sitting with xer brother, watching while he played through videogame after videogame, or sitting together on the big couch and reading. Years later, xe has a strong instinct to want to recreate those moments with xer new (slightly less fucked up) family.

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iheartgracie · 2 years ago

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shannon lynch and joey lynch quotes in keeping 13

“Joey nodded and I felt my body grow weak.

Weaker, and weaker, and weaker, until I was moving towards the ground in slow motion.

"I've got you." Joey's arms came around me. "It's okay." Lowering us both onto the wet grass, he crouched down beside me with his hands on my shoulders. "Shh, you're safe.”

“For reasons I would never fully understand, Shannon was close to Joey. In her mindset, he was as good as a god”

“Jesus Christ," Joey growled, tossing his half-eaten sandwich down on the counter. "You're making a big fucking deal out of nothing. Just let her go outside and talk to him, let him do all his checkups to see she's not being hurt or whatever the fuck he does that calms his nerves, and then she'll come back inside. No harm done."

"No harm done?" Mam choked out. "Plenty harm could be done, Joey."

"Give her a bit of credit," my brother hissed in a disgusted tone. "She's not you.”

“Listen," Joey snapped, wiping his buttery fingers on his overalls. "I know you're both new at this, but here's a helpful parenting tip: you either swallow your pride and let her be with him, or this whole thing blows up in your face. I think it's pretty clear by now that he's not going anywhere, so you might as well get on board with it." Shrugging, he added, "Shannon has a boyfriend. Big deal. She's not a baby anymore, and it's about time you two stop treating her like one."

"That's ridiculous."

"No, what's ridiculous is you going along with that woman's fucked up thought process and trying to keep Shan in this house after everything that happened," Joey countered. "If you keep it up – if you force them apart – he will lose his shit. Draw a battle line with that fucker and he will go to war with you." Turning to Mam, he added, "And if I was you, I'd lay off throwing threats around because you have a hell of a lot more to lose out of this – and a lot more skeletons to be exposed – if his daddy decides to have you done for slander." Mam had her head in her hands and Darren had his back to me, but Joey was facing me and when he noticed me edging closer to the kitchen door, he smirked and winked.”

“Oh my god!" I couldn't stop the tears that were dripping down my cheeks as I watched the Gardaí take my brother away in handcuffs from the school. "Please don't take him!"

"It's okay, Shan," Joey called over his shoulder as they led him down the corridor. "I'll be grand – don't cry."

It wasn't okay. Nothing about any of this was okay.

My brother was being arrested and it was all my fault. "I'm sorry, Joe," I strangled out just before he was carted out the main door by the two male Gardaí. "I'm so sorry.”

“The moment my eyes landed on Joey closing the front door behind him, a huge swell of relief washed over me. Riddled with emotion, I stumbled down the last three steps and threw my arms around him. "You're back!" I pressed my cheek to his back and exhaled a ragged breath. "Thank god."

"It's okay, Shan," he mumbled, words slightly slurred. Patting the hand that I had wrapped around him, he kept his head down as he slipped around me and moved for the kitchen. "It's all good.”

“Joey, please –"

"I'm sorry," he strangled out, tossing a few pairs of socks on top of the bag before zipping it closed. "I've tried, but I can't do this!"

"Joey, please!" Desperate to stop him, I grabbed his sleeve and pulled him to a stop. "What about me?"

"What about me?" he roared back in my face, green eyes filled with tears. A huge sob tore through him and his voice cracked. "What about me, Shannon?" Tossing his bag over his shoulder, he sniffled and wiped his eyes roughly with the back of his hand, before shoving past me. "What about me?"

"I love you!" I cried hoarsely. "I do. I love you so much, Joe." Tears clouded my vision and I roughly batted them away. "I care about you. You're important to me. We can figure this out," I sobbed, knotting my hand in his hoodie and dragging him back to me. "We can get through this together. You don't need to do –"

"Listen." Inhaling a steady breath, he clenched his eyes shut and I watched as tears fell from his lashes. "I need you to take care of yourself, okay? I need you to do that for me.”

Clutching the back of my head, he stepped forward and pressed a kiss to my forehead. "Don’t depend on her, or Darren, or anyone else, because in the end, the world will let you down. They will all let you down."

"And you?" I choked out, tears flowing freely down my cheeks now. "Does that include you?"

"Especially me," he strangled out before brushing past me and moving for the stairs.”

“I remember when Shannon first started hanging around with Claire. He was so fucking prickly and protective of her. I could never figure it out. We didn't go to the same primary school or anything, but we were the same age and I couldn't understand why he cared so much about his little sister. I couldn't fucking stand Claire when we were small, but Joey? He kept Shannon with him everywhere he went. Now I know why.”

“Last I saw, she was with Joey," I mumbled. "They were holed up in one of the spare bedrooms together. They don't leave each other's side." I shook my head. "They're like magnets.”

“His eyes were vacant, hollow, green orbs in his head. Nothing seemed to be happening.

"Joe?" Silence.

"Please talk to me," I begged, brushing his blond hair out of his eyes. Nothing.

A tear dripped down his cheek and I reached over to swipe it away. "I love you." Leaning over, I pressed my cheek to his. "So much.”

“He wanted to leave, and I was terrified of Monday coming, because I honestly didn't know how I was going to survive all of this without him.”

“Joe," I croaked out, tears dripping down my cheeks, as I clung to my boyfriend. "I don't want you to –"

"Don't say it, Shan," he begged, tearing his gaze off the grave to look at me. "If you say those words, I won't be able to. And I really need to do this –" His voice cracked and he dragged in a sharp breath before turning his bloodshot gaze on Johnny. "Kavanagh, can you do me a favor and look after –"

"Consider it done, lad," Johnny replied gruffly, tightening his hold on me. "No worries.”

#shannon lynch #shannonjoey #joey lynch #keeping13 #keeping 13 #boysoftommen #lynch siblings

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jungshookz · 4 years ago

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skate a little piece of my heart; jjk

➺ pairing; jeon jungkook x reader

➺ genre; rollerskatinginstructor!jungkook!! sfw!! fluff!! honk honk humour!! jungkook is a very handsome instructor and y/n can’t tell if that’s a bad thing or a good thing

➺ wordcount; 6.3k

➺ summary; your two left feet and complete lack of balance isn’t the only thing that’s making you weak in the knees this valentine’s day.

➺ what to expect; “rollerskating is already hard enough as it is, and now i have to do it in front of him?!”

➺ currently spinning on the record player; how deep is your love; bee gees

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“this is so dumb.”

“safety is never dumb, y/n!” taehyung raps his knuckles against the top of your helmet and you scowl before swatting his hand away, “now, where are your kneepads?”

you let out a groan before tilting your head back slowly, your eyes widening in slight panic at the surprisingly hefty weight of the helmet

your arms flail for a second and you immediately reach up to grip both sides of the helmet before forcing your head back up

jesus

you nearly snapped your own neck there

of course, snapping your own neck would mean not being able to skate because you’d technically be dead… so maybe that’s not such a bad idea after all…

(by the way, it’s concerning how many times you’ve considered literal death just to get out of doing something.)

“are you going to lift your leg for me or do i have to do everything for you?”

you look down to see taehyung down on the ground in front of you holding one of the knee pads and you frown lightly before lifting your leg and placing your sock-clad foot on his knee

“please tell me this is the last of the safety gear…” you whine, “tae, i literally look so dorky right now- no one else is wearing helmets or knee and elbow pads!” you gesture to seokjin and namjoon who are busy putting on their skates over on the other bench before scoffing lightly and crossing your arms

if namjoon (arguably the klutziest one out of this group of people) isn’t even wearing a helmet, then what does that say about you??

you’ve seen him trip over nothing and scrape both his knees so why are you the only one wearing all of this junk?!

“i took you ice-skating over christmas and you fell flat on your ass more times than i could count, and you insisted that you didn’t need any safety equipment even though it was alarmingly clear that you did. i basically spent two hours making sure you didn’t die-” taehyung looks up at you with a raised brow, “do you want to fall and split your skull open in front of everyone?”

“if it means not having to gear up in all this dorkware- then, yes. i would love to have my brains splat across the rink in front of everyone. in fact, that would probably be less embarrassing-” you grumble, flinching slightly as taehyung suddenly yanks hard to tighten up your laces, “i’m an adult, taehyung! grown-ups don’t need to wear all of this!”

“grown-ups don’t throw tantrums either, but here you are…” taehyung mutters under his breath, putting your foot down before giving your knee a slap, “perfect! we’re good to go!”

“yeah, yeah…” you reach under to scratch at your elbow only to feel your nails scrape against the smooth surface of the plastic protection shell and you resist the urge to rip it off out of frustration

taehyung decided that it’d be a great idea to bring everyone to a rollerskating rink for valentine’s day this year instead of… letting people go out to intimate dinners and celebrate on their own… because, quote, ‘i just want all of us to spend more time together, and what better day to do that then on valentine’s day?? …ooh, we should call it pal-entine’s day. ha! get it?? because we’re all pals-’

(he was dumped recently, so everyone’s kind of letting him run the ship for now. …basically, no one can say no to taehyung unless they want to see him burst into tears. he’s still in a very delicate state.)

but, honestly… a rollerskating rink!

out of all the places to go to!

you already have two left feet, so forcing said left feet into shoes with wheels is a horrible idea

“i think it’d be best if i just sat back and watched you guys!” you try for the umpteenth time to get taehyung to let you off the hook, “plus, they sell chilli dogs here and they actually smell really good and i kind of want to order one for myself even though it might end in me having to get my stomach pumped-” you gesture back towards the refreshments counter and taehyung shakes his head before sticking his hand out for you

“there’s plenty of time for you to scarf down a rubbery hotdog later- now, c’mon-”

“i don’t even know how to skate!”

“that’s fine, you’ll learn! it’ll be like riding a bicycle except you are the bicycle-”

“you know, i’m just going to be complaining the whole time, and it’s going to ruin your time here. honestly, tae, why am i here??”

“because i’m not emotionally stable enough to spend valentine’s day alone yet and i need to surround myself with as many people as possible otherwise i’m going to be alone with my thoughts and i’m going to spiral!” taehyung’s voice cracks as he snaps at you and you immediately press your lips together and avert your gaze, trying to ignore the weird glances the two of you are getting from the strangers around you

…

“okay, well-” you push yourself up off the bench before wobbling slightly and reaching over to grab onto taehyung’s arm for stability, “i don’t know about you, but i’m most certainly ready to tear up that rink!”

“perfect!” taehyung chirps, quickly reverting back to his ‘everything is fine and i’m definitely not dying on the inside’ state, “and don’t worry. rollerskating is much easier than ice-skating, so there’s less of a chance of you potentially embarrassing yourself here-” taehyung gives your hand a pat as the two of you shuffle your way towards the entrance gate, “trust me, you’ll get the hang of it as soon as you start!”

“you saw me on ice…” you snort, your knees already wobbling as you take your first step into the rink, “i really don’t think i’m going to be any better on wood-”

“well, lucky for you…” taehyung lets go of you and you immediately cling to the railing in panic, “i went ahead i hired an instructor for you!”

you frown as you pull one hand away and rub your fingers together

god, why are the railings so sticky-

“you- woah, hold on a second-” you look up and over at taehyung with wide eyes when you finally catch on to what he just said, “i’m sorry, you did what?”

“what? i can’t stay by your side and watch you all night.” he shrugs, placing his hands on his hips as he stands in front of you, “we were moving so slowly on the ice that i was sure it was starting to melt underneath our skates-”

“you just told me you don’t want to be alone and now you’re handing me off to someone else instead of spending time with me??” you frown, manoeuvring your stance so that both your hands are gripping onto the railing behind your bum, “why force me to skate if you’re not doing it with me?”

“i mean, i obviously want to spend time with you, but i also don’t want to be skating, like, one mile an hour-” taehyung snorts, “i’m forcing you to skate so that one day, we can skate together without me having to worry about you slipping and sliding all over the place like a baby giraffe!”

“well, why can’t you teach me instead of paying for someone else to do it?”

a brief moment of silence passes as taehyung rolls over to get you to release your iron grip from the bars

“…because teaching you how to skate instead of actually spending time skating sounded really boring-” he mutters quickly, your eyes widening as you turn to look at him

“wha-”

“also-” he cuts you off, placing his hands on your hips from behind as he starts to roll you forwards slowly (though, you haven’t noticed this yet because you’re still focused on the fact that he didn’t want to teach you - you’re a great student!!), “there was a girl who kept smiling at me when i was strapping you up in all your gear, and i need to find out if i still have game or not-”

“this sounds more like you’re trying to fill the empty void inside of you with meaningless sex, which, by the way, isn’t a very healthy coping mechanism-”

“i will fill this empty void inside of me in whichever way i want, thank you very much-” taehyung snorts, shaking his head, “plus, it’s too late to back out because the policy states that they don’t take refunds and he’s already here-”

“wait, what??” you immediately look back to the front, the fact that you are being rolled towards someone now sinking into your brain, “who- oh my god, stop rolling me-!”

taehyung’s fingers dig into your hips as he comes to a sudden halt, “what??”

“spin me around.”

taehyung blinks before slowly turning you around so that you’re facing him and you pray to god that you don’t look like some kind of rotating rotisserie chicken right now

you open your mouth to speak when you finally see taehyung’s face again but he continues to spin you slowly so that you end up in the same position you were in a second ago

...

“for god’s sake, taehyung- spin me around so i’m looking at you, you moron-”

“ohh, okay, i thought you just wanted to spin you around for fun-”

“why would i want you to spin me around for f- okay, that’s not important right now-” you shake your head, “i just want to say that the only reason why i’m doing this is because you kind of sprung this on me last minute and i don’t want to inconvenience anyone, but just know that you now owe me big time- now, spin me back around and wheel me to whoever i’m going to be stuck with for the next couple of hours.”

“noted!” taehyung chirps as he rolls you back so you’re facing the front, “he’s right over there by the other entrance- the guy in the yellow-” your eyes flit around until they land on the guy in the yellow and you immediately feel your heart starting to beat a little harder in your chest at the sight of the guy in the yellow, “his name’s jungkook, he has a shining five-star rating, he’s a wonderful teacher according to all the parents whose kids he’s taught- i’m pretty sure you’re his oldest student so don’t embarrass yourself-”

you feel your mouth go dry when jungkook reaches down to adjust the bottom of his tied button-up shirt before opening the sides of it a little more to show off his chest

he reaches up to twirl a loose tendril of hair around his finger before gently pushing it back and running his hand through his hair, poking his tongue against the inside of his cheek briefly

oh no

oh, no

he’s attractive

he’s very, very attractive

“tae.” you keep a polite smile on your face as you slink your right arm behind you to attempt to blindly punch him in the gut, “why didn’t you tell me that the instructor was cute?”

“oh, i’m sorry.” taehyung responds sarcastically, “i didn’t think attractiveness was an important factor when considering an instructor.”

“well, it is when the instructor looks like that-” you feel your cheeks warm when jungkook smiles brightly at the two of you before waving enthusiastically, “rollerskating is already hard enough as it is, and now i have to do it in front of him?!”

“i don’t know what there is to freak out about. the guy’s handsome- so what?” taehyung waves back at jungkook before giving your hips a playful squeeze, “if anything, you should see this as a bonus - you get some eye-candy while you learn!”

“okay, well, don’t make me sound pervy-”

“not to mention, he’s your age! so it’ll be like you’re just hanging out with a friend-”

“a friend?! taehyung, i’m wearing overalls, my hair is in pigtails, and all this protective gear that you shoved me in makes me look like an eight year old-!” you gasp when you feel yourself suddenly bump into something hard and taehyung quickly loops his arm around your waist to keep you from toppling over

it’s a second later that you realize the something hard that you bumped into was jungkook’s obviously broad chest, so obviously this rollerskating lesson is already off to a fantastic start

“woah, you got it?” jungkook holds both his hands out in case you fall over and you let out a nervous chuckle before reaching up to push your helmet up slightly

“i’m fine!” your voice cracks and you clear your throat quickly, “…hello.”

“hi! it’s nice to meet you- y/n, right?” jungkook sticks his hand out for you to shake and you smile nervously before reaching out to take it, “my name’s jungkook! i’m super excited for today. we’re going to have a lot of fun together.”

you don’t know if it’s just because he’s clearly one of those fun and overly friendly! instructors or if he’s just naturally bubbly but he’s talking to you like you’re a child

(you probably could’ve ditched the pigtails today.)

“okay, i’m going to go off now so let me just hand y/n over to you-” taehyung arm slips from your waist before he gently rolls you towards jungkook, “you two have fun!”

your hands immediately slap down on the railings right as you feel yourself about you slip and you let out a breath of relief

that was a close call

“we will!” jungkook smiles, waving at taehyung as he skates off, “you enjoy yourself out there!”

you watch helplessly as taehyung skates away, jungkook turning back to look at you with a (very handsome) smile

you feel your heart skip a beat once again and you immediately curse in your head

…you’re screwed.

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“because of the balance and control required, it’ll take a little bit of getting used to- but once you get the hang out it, rollerskating is super fun!” jungkook reaches out so you can take his hand, “do you wanna let go of the bar for me?”

there are a lot of things you’d like to do for jungkook but letting go of the railing and potentially falling in front of him is most definitely not one of them

“you know, i think i’m good!” you chuckle, your knuckles practically going white at how tightly you’re gripping onto the railing, “why don’t you just keep talking while i… you know, get used to the feeling of just standing while wearing skates?”

“okay, if that’s what you’re comfortable with, that’s what we can do. let’s see… ah!” jungkook perks up, clapping his hands together before gesturing down to his own feet, “so, you’re gonna wanna keep your feet shoulder-width apart. can you do that for me?”

you look down at your feet, not at all surprised to see that they’re practically glued to each other

okay

shoulder-width apart

you can do that, right?

you lift your right foot up slowly before quickly moving it farther away from your left foot, your skate skidding slightly against the floor as you stomp down

goD these skates are clunky

you’ll never understand how people find this activity genuinely enjoyable

“see? not so bad, right? now, i’m really going to need you to let go of the bar for me so that we can move onto the next step- i swear i won’t let you fall if you take my hand.”

your eyes flicker down to his outstretched hand and you twist your lips uncertainly, “you promise?”

jungkook places his hand over his heart, “i promise.”

you lift one hand off the rail and quickly take jungkook’s hand, pausing for a second to make sure that everything feels okay before quickly lifting the other hand off the rail

you practically slap your hand down on jungkook’s other palm and let out a breath of relief as soon as he grips it tightly, and you look back in concern when jungkook starts to pull you away from the railing

“there you go! see?” jungkook smiles brightly, giving your hands a squeeze to get you to focus on him instead of the bars, “not so bad, right?”

“yeah, i guess so…” you puff out, feeling your heart starting to pound harder not onLY because the safety of the railings have been taken away from you but also because jungkook’s hands are… very soft.,,. and very warm,.,. and very pretty.,., and all-in-all very nice

“okay, step two. so, this next part is going to make you feel a little silly, but we have to walk like ducks because it just makes the process of walking easier. you kind of have to point your toes outwards- yeah, just like that! and don’t forget to squat a little-” jungkook hums, leaning over a little so he can look to see if your stance is okay, “perfect! we’re just going to keep practicing until you get used to walking...”

“you know, taehyung actually took me ice-skating over the holidays and i fell, like… ten times.” you snort, keeping your eyes on your skates as you take one small step after another, “i thought rollerskating would be easier but i feel like there are more rules to worry about…”

“oh my god, don’t even worry about it-“ jungkook snorts, shaking his head, “i’m an awful ice-skater. you’d think it’d come naturally to me because i can rollerskate- plus, i don’t see the fun in ice-skating! i know it’d never happen but i’m always paranoid that the skates are going to slice-”

“-the ice open and you’re going to fall through and plunge into the icy water?”

“exactly! see, you get it.” jungkook grins, leaning down a little to check your posture again, “you know, you’re a complete natural. i don’t know why you were so nervous to begin with!”

you snort in response and resist the urge to tell him that his face was one of the major things that contributed to your nerves

“ooh, and you know what else i hate about ice-skating?” jungkook gasps, “that if i fall and get my hands on the ground, someone’s going to skate over them and amputate all of my fingers.”

you immediately burst into giggles and he gawks playfully

“are you laughing at a genuine fear of mine, y/n?? i didn’t take you to be someone who could be so cruel…”

“no, i’m not laughing at you!” you smile softly and you can’t help but note how warm and comforting his presence is, “i’m just- i said that exact same thing to taehyung when we were ice-skating and he said i was being ridiculous, so it’s nice to know that someone shares the same opinions on ice-skating as i do.” you instinctively squeeze jungkook’s hands when you feel the wheels roll out from underneath you a little and you end up jerking forward a little

“woah-! you’re okay- i’ve got you…” jungkook rubs his thumbs over your knuckles reassuringly as he waits for you to regain your balance and start walking again, “i told you i wouldn’t let you fall, remember?”

“yeah…” you smile shyly, feeling your cheeks heat up a little

you don’t feel as nervous anymore

no wonder jungkook has a five-star rating as an instructor

he’s great!

“also, you do realise we’ve walked, like, an entire round around the rink, right?”

“what? we have?” you pause, looking up from your skates for the first time in ten minutes

you’re almost at the spot you were at right when you first started

woah

wow!!

you didn’t even realize!!

that’s so cool!!

you walked an entire round without falling (a lot of almost-falling, but you’ll take it)!!!

“i mean, i don’t know about you, but i feel like we can move on to gliding now…” jungkook whistles lowly, “you’re a very fast learner so i’m not worried.”

“gliding is…” you lean over a little when you notice taehyung having a blast at the other side of the rink with his new companion, the two of them skating side by side

she laughs at something he says before playfully swatting at his arm

it’s just good to see him smiling and not crying for once

one of the things that you love most about taehying is that he’s so in tune with his emotions, but when his ex (he forbade you from saying her name) broke up with him, he cried so much that you were pretty sure he had completely dehydrated himself

so it’s nice that he seems to be enjoying himself!

“so, gliding is-” jungkook steps over to get right into your line of vision and you quickly look back at him with an attentive smile, “basically turning your steps into smoooooth strokes. instead of dropping your foot straight down, you’re going to be pushing it forward and out. it’s kind of hard to explain gliding… you kinda just have to let momentum carry you forward and do its thing, you know? it’s literally just a one foot after the other situation.”

“well, if you can glide backwards, i’m sure i can figure out how to do it normally.” you point out, jungkook snorting in response

“trust me, you’ll be able to pick it up quickly. remember that when you’re gliding on one foot to keep your other slightly hovering above ground so it doesn’t interfere-” jungkook stops himself when he notices your brows knitting together (you seem to do this a lot when you’re focusing too hard on something), “ah, you know- i find that it’s easier to glide when you’re not actually focused on the gliding!” he chirps, giving your hands a reassuring squeeze, “if it helps, you can keep your eyes on me instead of staring down at your skates.”

hAh

if anything, staring directly at jungkook is going to throw you off your game compared to keeping your eyes glued on the ground

“okay, i will... try not to focus on the gliding while simultaneously focus on the gliding.” your tongue instinctively pokes out slightly in concentration as you push forward with one foot, being sure to keep your other a little above ground just like jungkook said

you quickly switch to the other foot when you feel your right foot slowly starting to lose momentum, pushing off with your left instead and lengthening your stride so you can skate a little further

hey

look at that!

not bad!!

“look at you go, superstar!” jungkook cheers encouragingly, grinning from ear to ear as he watches you gliding flawlessly, “you were born for this!”

“you know, you may have a point- woAh-” your skates roll out a little from under you and you lurch forward, jungkook quickly sliding his grip from your hands to underneath your elbows to keep you from falling, “...yeah, so i spoke too soon.” you huff, blowing a strand of hair away from your face as you glance up at jungkook, still bent over at a ninety degree angle

“it’s my bad, i think i may have blown up your ego with all my compliments-” the sides of his eyes crinkle as he laughs, “all good?”

you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror and feel a piece of your soul float out from your body when you realise you basically look like a little old woman clutching onto one of those rolling walkers

wow

the possibility of jungkook being interested in you was low to begin with, but now it’s probably been squashed entirely

“uh, yes!” you clear your throat as you force yourself to stand up stick-straight, your knees clacking together for a second before you get back into position, “all good! i’m all good. we’re good.”

oh boy

if it makes you feel any better… it can’t get any worse than this, right?

“i-” you jolt when the music suddenly clicks off and is replaced by the shrill ringing of microphone feedback

“youch.” jungkook winces, raising his shoulder slightly and tilting his head down towards it so he can try to cover up one of his ears

your brows furrow in confusion as you look up towards the speakers, unsure of if there’s just a technical difficulty or if something important is happening, “what’s going o-”

“sorry for the interruption, skaters! we just wanted to cut in and wish every single one of you a happy valentine’s day...”

a large disco ball lowers from the ceiling as the lights begin to dim, the room suddenly engulfed in a warm pink glow as visions of glinting sparkles and hearts reflect from the disco ball onto the wooden floors along with the velvety walls

oh, god

seriously?!

you look up towards the speakers and resist the urge to curse and shake your fist at them like an angry old man

haven’t the people here considered that there might be single people in the rink?!

…on valentine’s day…??

yeah that doesn’t make much sense

“grab your lover and glide along the floor as we play you some romantic tunes on this romantic evening… also, to the owner of a baby blue mercedes-benz convertible- i repeat, a baby blue mercedez-benz convertible... your car is parked in a tow-away zone. that’s all!”

the bee gees’ how deep is your love starts to play and you quickly pull your hands away from jungkook’s, your face flushing in embarrassment at the sudden change in atmosphere

you wobble slightly as soon as you pull away and immediately stick both your arms out in a poor attempt to keep balanced

okay

all you have to do is glide your way towards the exit so that you’re not just awkwardly standing in the middle of the ring while lovey-dovey couples skate around you

it’s only then that you realise that jungkook is facing away from you and seemingly looking for someone

you tap him on the shoulder and he turns to glance at you, “yes?”

“who... who are you looking for?” you frown, leaning over to peer over him so you can see what he’s seeing

“hm? oh, i was just looking for your boyfriend…” he trails off, continuing to look around the rink, “the two of you probably want to skate together right now and you’ll get to show off your brand new gliding skills, which is exciting-”

“boyfri- are you talking about taehyung?” you snort, quirking a brow in amusement, “he’s… oh my god, he’s definitely not my boyfriend. i’m only here for emotional support because he just got out of a relationship- we don’t have to get into it- the point is, he’s not my boyfriend. i don’t, uh, i’m not in a relationship at the moment. i’m… very single.”

why are you still talking?!

you clear your throat as you look for the nearest exit gate

“oh!” jungkook blinks before turning back around to face you, “in that case-“ your eyes widen in surprise when he sticks his hand out for you to take, “shall we?”

you blink down at his outstretched hand cluelessly before suddenly realizing what it is he’s asking

“oh, i-” you snort, immediately shaking your head, “no, you don’t have to do that…”

“what do you mean?” jungkook frowns, tilting his head curiously, “you don’t want to skate with me? after all we’ve been through?? y/n, you’re breaking my heart here!” he jokes, clutching at his chest before pouting (quite cutely) at you

“n-no!” you laugh lightly, shaking your head, “i mean, of course i’d love to skate with- i-it’s very nice of you to offer, and i know you’re obviously being paid and stuff but you don’t… ah, you don’t have to force yourself to skate with me if you don’t want to...” you mutter, reaching up to scratch the back of your neck, “like, i’m sure taehyung’s already planning to give you an extra big tip for basically babysitting me all night so you don’t have to force yourself to do anything extra-”

“no, i wanna skate with you!” jungkook interrupts, skating over so that he’s standing next to you instead, “plus, it’ll be good practice, right?”

“well, i-” you don’t get a chance to respond before jungkook’s suddenly slipping an arm around your waist and holding onto one of your hands for extra support, “i don’t know, i suppose i’m just not used to gliding without holding both of your hands so i’m just worried i’m going to make both of us fall somehow which would be mortifying-”

“that’s alright, i can hold both your hands if you feel safer that way,” jungkook chuckles, his arm sliding away from your waist so he can swivel around and stand in front of you again, “after all, it’s better to be safe than to be sorry!” he takes your hands gently as he starts to skate backwards, his thumbs rubbing the tops of your knuckles comfortingly

-‘cause we’re living in a world of fools... breaking us down... when they all should let us be... we belong to you and me...

how deep is your love continues to echo all around you and even though you feel a little awkward skating around with your instructor to a very romantic song, you have to admit that this was a great choice of song for valentine’s day

it’s a timeless classic!

“so, you, um…” jungkook clears his throat after a minute or two of comfortable silence, turning back for a second to glance over his shoulder and make sure he’s not about to crash into anyone, “what kind of things do you like doing?”

and it’s me you need to show... how deep is your love?

“rollerskating. is it not obvious?” you joke, looking up at him and reminding yourself that you should make more of an effort to look at him and noT constantly at the ground, “um, i don’t know! that’s kind of a broad question, i guess. i like... i like... i like painting-! i mean, i’m not good at it, but it’s a pretty relaxing hobby...”

“painting is nice!” jungkook nods slowly in agreement before perking up slightly, “say, have you ever been to a pottery studio?”

“you know, i actually haven’t!” you shake your head before staring past jungkook’s shoulder in thought, “i should go to one... it sounds like a lot of fun! do you...” you cough quietly and avert your gaze slightly, “do you go there often with your... uh, significant other?”

“me? oh, i’m not in a relationship.” jungkook chuckles before giving you a shrug, “none of my co-workers wanted to take the valentine’s day shift because they actually have someone to spend valentine’s day with, so... that’s why i’m here!”

“oh! so, you’re…” you trail off before pressing your lips together and giving him a firm nod, “i see.”

so you’re both single?

interesting

very interesting

you can’t help but wonder if he’s looking to change that

“i-”

“incoming!”

you don’t even get a chance to turn around to see what’s going on when suddenly someone’s basHING into you from behind and making you lose your balance

and the next thing you know you’re stumbling forwards and poor jungkook’s reflexes aren’t fast enough because-

“oh-!” you land on top of jungkook with your legs on either side of him, your knee pads clacking loudly against the ground, “oh, shit-”

“sorry! my bad!” taehyung glides past you with a sheepish smile before not-so-subtly gesturing to the girl he’s got on his arm and giving you an obnoxious wink and a thumbs up as a way to let you know he’s definitely getting boned tonight

you want nothing more than to rip your skates off right now so you can chase after him and bash his head in

you turn to look down at jungkook, immediately raising your hands up off his (broad, broad) chest as your entire face flushes bright red, “i am- i am so sorry- are you okay?? is your head okay?? i can- i can give you my helmet!” you wince, reaching up to unbuckle your helmet before hastily taking it off and tossing it aside

“don’t sweat it, i’m completely fine-” jungkook laughs lightly before shaking his head, propping himself up onto his elbows and blowing a curled strand of hair away from his eyes with a puff, “my head’s fine! luckily i didn’t hit it on the ground or anything like that, but my ass-”

“oh, god. i’m so sorry- here, i’ll-” you attempt to get up off the ground only for the wheels on your skates to roll out from under you and for your knee to smack against the ground again, jungkook grunting as you bounce on him a little harder than intended, “oh, jesus christ-”

great

there’s no way you’re going to be able to get up because of these stupid skates and now your very cute instructor is a hostage in between your thighs!

“this is so humiliating, i am... so, so sorry- i’m definitely forcing taehyung to give you a generous tip after all of this is over-” you laugh uncomfortably, your hands about to place themselves on jungkook’s chest again before you quickly move them so that they’re on either side of his head instead

of course, this position isn’t any better because now you’re just staring down at his face directly

little white hearts from the disco ball float over his face and though you know this is hardly the right time, your heart can’t help but go badumpbadump at the reminder of how pretty jungkook is

“okay, wait, what if i-” he suddenly sits straight up and your eyes immediately cross at the close proximity of your faces, “hi.”

you don’t know if it’s even possible but you feel your face get even redder and you find that you’re unable to look away from jungkook

he has very sweet-looking eyes

they’re a very nice shade of brown

“i- uh, hello.” you clear your throat quietly, pressing your hands as close to your own chest as possible so that you’re not touching jungkook, “hi.”

the last thing you want is for him to accuse you of groping him

but maybe it’d be a good thing to get a lifetime ban from the rollerskating rink

then taehyung will never be able to force you to skate again!

“we should take your skates off so that we’re not stuck like this all night.” you twitch when you feel jungkook’s hand slide down the side of your calf before reaching the top of your skates, “do you think you can undo your other one for me?”

“ah- yes. yes, i can do that.” you turn away so you can look back at your skate, reaching down and ripping the velcro strap before hurrying to undo the laces

you feel jungkook fumble at your skate, yanking the tie loose before trying to help you wiggle your foot out of it, “okay, just pull your foot out-”

“yeah, lemme just-” you have to shuffle forwards in order for jungkook to pull the skate off of you and your nose crinkles when you realize you’ve just gone ahead and fully pressed your chest to jungkook’s

wonderful

just wonderful

(for the record, he smells really good... but you’re pretty sure you sound like a creep right now, so maybe you should go ahead and scrap that thought.)

“what happened to not letting me fall?” you joke lightly as you get up off the ground, hoping to ease the tension a little from whatever all of that was, “are you sure you’re okay? i didn’t break anything?”

“i promise you i’m totally fine-” jungkook gets back up onto his feet and bends down to pick up your skates before popping up to look at you with a grin, “and it only happened because i was distracted!” he pauses for a brief moment before tilting his head, his smile softening, “can you blame me? you’re very pretty.”

you weren’t expecting him to say that

“oh, that’s- ha… that’s very nice of you.” you reach up to scratch the back of your neck before letting out a nervous chuckle, “you are… also… quite… visually appealing.”

quite visually appealing

why are you speaking like an alien trying to convince everyone that they aren’t an alien?!

“so, there’s still about half an hour left of your lesson left, but i feel like you’ve had enough of skating for now.” jungkook changes the subject quickly and you can’t help but notice that his ears are starting to get red, “we can just sit on the bench and rest... or do you... uh, do you maybe want to share a chilli dog with me?” he asks quietly, and for the first time since meeting him he’s the one who looks away from you first

“...you know, i think that might be the most romantic thing anyone’s ever said to me.” you giggle, reaching over to loop your arm through his when he sticks it out for you, “i would love to share a chilli dog with you.”

“not to flex or anything, but i do get the employee discount…” jungkook clicks his tongue, reaching up to pop open his collar obnoxiously before turning to give you a wide grin, “and if that doesn’t impress you, i don’t know what will.”

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imaginatorcreates · 2 years ago

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Cats and Corvids: Music Time

01 October 2022 — 02 October 2022

Summary: Pre-show jams and talks, and a dash of poetry.

Word Count: ~1.1k words

The instrument felt heavy yet familiar in Cat’s hands. The six tuning pegs all in a row. The six strings that ran down the fretboard and just above the pickup. It wasn’t his preferred color, but beggars couldn’t be choosers.

He plucked each string and adjusted the pegs until the notes rang true on the open strings. He ran his hand down with the nails against the strings, the sound soft but clean. He placed his other hand on the frets and strummed a few chords, then plucked a few notes. “Beautiful, aren't cha?” he hummed softly. “Too bad you ain’t mine.”

A sudden thump and temporary rise of the cushion seat the boy sat on indicated someone else had taken up residence next to him. A familiar presence leaned against his back and he leaned back. Four, deep open strings rang out in slow, almost lazy succession. He chuckled and answered back with six strings played in similar succession.

A hand slapped the body of the guitar — no, the bass — three times before the sound of a finger sliding along the strings rang out as the fourth beat and the person behind him started to play a bass line. There was a rest in between the two halves of it, where the person behind him whistled two notes.

Cat hummed the whistled notes and joined in with the often hidden yet essential guitar line. The person behind him started to hit the cushion seat with the heel of her foot to create a steady tempo, a simple one. The two continued to play their respective lines for a little until a voice started to sing.

Oh, wait. Rap.

“Laughin' gas these hazmats, fast cats

“Linin' 'em up like — ”

Cat’s guitar line slowly faded out and he twisted his body around until he could sling an arm around the person’s shoulder. The bass line stopped. He chuckled and pressed himself as close as he could while the two stradled their instruments. “You gotta teach Ash how to rap one day Raven.”

The older of the twins gave him a sideways glance, her bright blue eyes narrowing before she shook her head. “I can’t let her take away my one good vocal skill.”

“Oh come on!” He childishly pinched her cheek and laughed when she swiped at his hand. “You’re a poet and you know it — ” Raven snickered at that statement — “you play the bass, and you rap in our little sessions. You’ve got plenty of skills, so maybe let the lil’ baby of the fam learn a bit from you.”

Raven rolled her eyes and pushed the knuckles of one of her hands into the top of his head. “You’re one of two babies here.”

“And you’re one of three babies to Pluto,” he said back with a smirk. “Perspective, my dear Raven. Nevermore!”

“Gods, did you just combine Doyle and Poe into one stupid quote?” she asked, almost disgusted with him, yet a smile still wriggled onto her face. “It’s elementary, my dear Pluto. Do such again, and we’ll become three from four. You shall speak to me, nevermore.”

“Ah-ha! Poet and you definitely know it.” Cat poked Raven’s cheek and this time she didn’t push away the contact. “Say, what songs are we going to play today? I know we practiced plenty of them while we’re here, but which ones today specifically?”

“Maybe ask Pluto for that. He’s the oldest here, I’m not. I’m just the harmony.”

“We’re both the harmony when Ash sings. Don’t discount yourself. Besides,” he added as he wiggled his eyebrows playfully, “we can goof off while she sings. She can’t or else she sounds outta breath.”

Raven sighed and pushed her weight against Cat. “You always initiate that excuse, don’t cha?”

“Maybe. We gotta be unique out there after all.” He shrugged and held the guitar’s neck a bit tighter as he murmured, “Maybe we can actually have these for ourselves one day, ya know?”

The blue-eyed girl slung an arm around her younger twin’s shoulder and pulled him close. She didn’t say a thing, except the silence that followed was more comforting now. The boy leaned his head against her and slowly the grip on the guitar loosened.

The cushion seat rose again and a pair of arms snaked their way around both twins’ shoulders, then a pair of legs pressed against each of their bodies. “Is it cuddle time in the store? Are we cuddling pre-performance?” a younger, feminine voice asked.

Even without looking up, Cat knew that their resident singer and baby of the family had found the two. “Wanna join us Ash?” he asked. “Raven’s been a bit sappy today.”

She gasped and shifted her position to elbow him in his side. Hard. He groaned and hissed through his teeth. “I didn’t deserve that.”

Ash’s own elevated position wobbled and she had to readjust before she could rejoin ‘the pre-performance cuddle’. “Raven,” Ash whined, “I almost fell!”

“Talk to Mr. ‘Let’s Goof Off On Stage’ here, not me,” she huffed. “He deserved that, calling me sappy now of all times. I’ll curse you Cat.”

He gasped and pressed a hand against his chest. “You wouldn’t!”

“Raven, stop with the empty threats,” another voice commanded the eldest girl. Cat glanced behind him and saw the one and only eldest of the family. With one eye partially hidden beneath his black bangs, he still managed to give a disapproving look towards all the siblings.

Ash moved off the cushion seat and waved at him, while Raven just gave her own dismissive wave of a hand. Cat gestured for him to come closer. Ah, what a way to greet him and add to whatever message they were all sending. Pluto pressed his lips together and shook his head before he approached the trio and joined them by, of course, sitting on the cushion seat. Ash found her position and sat back down, the final product being the four siblings with their backs against each other and staying in relative silence.

Cat hummed to break the silence a little before asking, “Is our drummer and vocalist ready?” When he received affirmative responses, he let the silence ebb back over the quartet. He glanced at Raven out of the corner of his eye, then to the clock. They should be getting ready now.

Thankfully, Pluto seemed to act on that idea first because he rose and stretched before he announced, “We’re up soon. You two, get your tuning done and plugs connected.” He threw two fingers at the twins’ direction then pointed to Ash. “Drink some water and don’t strain your throat if you can. I’ll find the sticks.”

As he walked off, everyone got up and did what he asked. The eldest usually led, especially now. He provided the rhythm, the middle twins provided the harmony, and the youngest was allowed to shine with the melody.

It was show time!

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among the fields of gold - c. mcavoy

Pairing: Charlie McAvoy x female!OC

Summary: A little sneak peek into the future of charlie and nellie from i’m so glad to know as they attend the 2026 Olympics

Word Count: 4,682

A/N: Just the most self-indulgent little fluff I could come up with because I love writing them.

Warnings: none! the smallest hint of adult content but that’s about it.

“This is so fucking cool – did you ever actually tell me how cool it was to be at the Olympics?” Charlie was bouncing along the streets of Milan and swinging Eleanora’s hand as they went, a couple of other Team USA players behind them as they used the off day to do the touristy things they hadn’t yet been able to do during the first round of games.

“You’ve done plenty of World’s before, it’s almost the same.”

“It absolutely is not.” He argued back, glancing down and smirking at the little scowl on her face. He ignored the groans of a couple from the guys at the fact they were about to start bickering. It wasn’t their fault; he didn’t invite the idiots to come with them.

“You’re just excited because you’re staying in the Village and there are a bunch of girls there too – you don’t get that at World’s.”

“Yeah, I’m there for the girls.” He rolled his eyes and squeezed her hand before leaning over to kiss the top of her head.

The team was housed on their own floor in the dedicated USA building and it was like being back on a road trip in Peewees. They’d cruised through the round-robin, winning every game in their group and were heading into the elimination games. A lot of the guys had played together for years through development camps and national teams and they felt good about their chances.

They’d been wandering the streets of Milan, seeing as much of the sites as they could since all they’d seen were the inside of rinks. While Charlie had wanted to spend it just with Eleanora, some of the guys had caught him in the lobby with her on their way back from breakfast and insisted on joining them. She had pretty much become their team mascot: at every game, made a new sign for each and chatted with all the families happily. It made something in him burst in pride at the sight of her fitting so seamlessly into his life now. It hadn’t been an easy road to get there.

“Can you two not?” one of the Hughes brothers interrupted.

“Yeah, let’s stop this before it really gets rolling.” Matthew Tkachuk cut in, sweeping past Charlie with a smirk as he hit his shoulder and made his way across the square towards the Duomo. A few of the other guys sped passed them, running around the square and changing pigeons.

“And for a former Olympian, could you walk any slower?” Auston Matthews teased as he came right up close behind them.

Annoyed, Charlie shoved his teammate away just as Eleanora pinched his side. “I’m sorry, put some respect on the only gold medalist in this little crew right now. Also, I’m six months pregnant, dick head – you try carrying a bowling ball around your middle on these cobblestone ass streets.”

“Technically, a McAvoy has a gold medal – shouldn’t have changed your last name, babe.” Auston grinned, wrapping an arm around her shoulders but making sure to gently guide her as they walked around the various tourists and other athletes who had done the same thing they did.

“Can you get the fuck away from my wife?” Charlie groaned, checking Auston away so he could pull Eleanora into his side.

The rest of the guys walked ahead, leaving the two of them alone. Charlie smiled down at the way Eleanora was basking in the bright, cold air, her cheeks flushed and nose a little pink. There was a visible glow around her. He’d always thought it was bullshit when they said pregnant woman glowed but since the second she’d taken the test, there was a light happy aura around her. Walking with her tucked into him like she was slowed them down but Charlie liked making sure Eleanora was okay, to the point that she might kill him at some point if he asked her again how she was feeling.

“How are you – ”

“Don’t you dare ask how I feel right now, Charlie McAvoy.”

He pouted down at her. “It’s a valid question, they keep you scheduled so late for some of the media shit.”

“It’s called my job, babe.” She hip checked him gently. She’d stayed involved in the figure skating community and this year they’d invited her to provide commentary for the ladies’ singles. Turns out she was incredibly personable in front of the cameras and enjoyed talking to the young skaters. “I’m just happy none of your games conflict with the skating. I don’t think they’d love me ‘calling out sick’ only to have me show up on TV on the glass yelling at you to play better.”

“Excuse you, I have the most minutes played and highest rating.”

“Yes, baby – you’re very highly rated.” She snuggled into his side, and he laughed when she slid her hand into his back pocket and squeezed his ass.

The pair of them walked slowly around the square, laughing at the guys as they ran around. A few of Team Canada showed up along with a few of the Czech players. Since most of the teams were made up of NHLers, all the teams were friendly off-ice and trying to control them was like corralling kids at their first away tournament. A few fans stopped them as they went but most of them were interested in getting pictures with Eleanora rather than any of the guys, something the team loved to tease Charlie about. Joke was on them, he couldn’t be more proud to watch the way people adored her.

“How’s my boy doing?” he changed tactics as a group of young girls walked away after spending five minutes taking pictures with her and asking what it was like to win gold.

“I think he wants pizza and pasta.”

“Pizza and pasta? Not or?”

“You’re really gonna ask how I feel then judge your pregnant wife for wanting all the food?” the glare she shot him was enough to have him throwing his hands up in defense.

He leaned down to kiss her but she dodged him. “No way, bud – find me food then you can kiss me.”

“In my defense, I asked what my son wants to eat – you’re incidental to me checking up on him.”

“Do you want to die? Is that your plan? You want Team USA hockey to lose the gold because their captain was murdered by his pregnant wife?”

“Why’s Goldie threatening your life?” Jake popped up behind them, scaring the shit out of Charlie while Eleanora had seen him coming.

“He’s judging how much I want to eat.”

“Well, come on my fellow sewer rat – if Chuckie won’t love you right, I will.”

Jake offered her his hand and she took it, tossing a teasing smile behind her as the two of them started towards one of the side streets to find a suitable restaurant leaving Charlie to scurry after them.

--- ---

Eleanora chewed distractedly on her cuticle, staring at the clean sheet of ice waiting for the guys to step on for warmups. As she had for every single game, she was standing on the glass at the corner where her and his family had sat for the entirety of the tournament. The jersey of Charlie’s she had on barely fit over her belly and the maternity leggings made her feel like a sausage. Bouncing on the balls of her feet anxiously, she was as nervous as she’d been for her own gold medal skate.

“How’re you feeling?” a voice interrupted her nervous thoughts and she glanced over to see her father-in-law sliding into the seat next to her. After the first win, they’d sat in the same order they’d been in for every other game that followed. While Charlie wasn’t overly superstitious, Eleanora was and there’d been half a dozen little rituals she’d come up with for this Olympics.

“Jesus, your son ask you to ask me that?” she teased back at Charlie Sr. She rubbed her belly slightly and tried not to wince at the pain in her back. “Pretty sure this asshole is sitting right on my sciatic nerve.”

“Can you not call my first grandson an asshole?” Charlie’s mom appeared on her other side, looping her arm through hers. “But seriously, you alright?”

“No pain I haven’t dealt with before but this kid is already putting me through the wringer. I have to do this for 3 more months?”

Mrs. McAvoy frowned sympathetically and rubbed her arm softly. “Sorry, Ellie but yes. It’ll be worth it though.”

Just as she spoke, the guys stepped out and Eleanora zeroed in on Charlie leading the way, pushing the pucks off the edge of the bench and onto the ice.

“I can’t believe this – my son is going to be an Olympic medalist no matter what.” His mom said, sniffling slightly as she watched them start skating.

“We want gold, Jen – right, kid?” Senior nudged her in the side.

Eleanora smiled slightly. “I just want him to do the best he can.”

“Bullshit, you’re more competitive than he is. I saw you cursing him out last game for - and I quote - ‘a bullshit lazy turnover’.” Holly added as she joined the conversation, pushing her mom out of the seat next to Eleanora so she could keep the right lineup.

They all laughed while she just shrugged. “No one plays for second place...although I do kinda like being the only gold medalist. It’s how I get him to do things for me when I think I deserve them.”

The noise in the arena started to swell as the Canadians took the ice and Eleanora felt the familiar buzz and thrill of the pressure building. She hadn’t been able to see Charlie this morning, only getting a quick FaceTime as she’d been wrapping up interviews with some of the figure skaters who were getting ready for their final performance the following day.

“How was he this morning?”

Kayla shrugged. “Quiet. He missed you.”

She frowned, cursing herself for not having been there. It was their routine for the last few years, she was always the last person to see him before he went into the locker room for a big game. It felt like a bad omen that she’d missed giving him a last kiss before the biggest game of his career.

But just then Charlie skated by them for the first time, helmet off and his hair flowing behind him. He tapped the glass as he went by but kept skating in loops. After a couple laps and drills, he returned to the corner and stopped in front of her.

She couldn’t hear him over the crowd but he was pointing at her and gesturing halfway across the rink to where there was an opening in the boards. She followed where he was pointing to see one of the arena staff standing by the entrance to the locker rooms and she got the hint, squeezing through the seats as fast she could. The belly didn’t exactly help her move quickly or the people that kept trying to stop her.

He was already waiting for her by the time she reached the space, his gloves off and resting on the side. He reached out for her and she stepped eagerly towards him. On skates he was so much taller than her that she had to stand on tip toe just to wrap her arms around his neck. She was cognizant of the eyes of those in the area on them and she was sure there were cameras zooming in too.

“I couldn’t play the biggest game of my life without getting my good luck kiss.”

The stares and camera clicks faded away as she stared up at him. Knowing how the media was obsessed with “Their Story”, this was bound to be everywhere in no time. It’s why they liked their moment to be private before a game but right now, Eleanora couldn’t quite care because all she wanted was Charlie to win.

Gently, he brushed her stomach and just as he did, the baby gave a hard kick. Charlie grinned, leaning down to press his lips firmly to hers and she smiled into the kiss. “I think someone’s telling you he wants you to win.”

“I plan on winning it for his momma, gotta impress her.” He smirked, his face still inches from hers.

“I love you, baby – so fucking much.” She pressed one final kiss to his lips. “I’m not gonna tell you just making it to the gold medal game is an achievement – even though it is. You know what you need to do. Go fucking win it.”

“I shoulda had you do the pump-up speech for the boys.” He kissed her nose quickly before pulling back and grabbing his gloves to return to warmups. “I love you, babe – see you on the ice after.”

She watched him skate away, her palm flat against her belly and she felt another strong kick. Rubbing her stomach she looked down at the USA stretched across her front, smiling softly as she whispered to herself.

“Don’t worry, little man – daddy’s gonna win it for us.”

--- ---

The second period started with the game tied at two. Charlie had an assist and had already spent almost twelve minutes on the ice. Despite most of the off-ice friendships and even teammates who were playing against each other it was getting chippy. They all clearly wanted it and weren’t holding back. Tkachuk had managed to draw three penalties while only going to the box once himself.

Eleanora felt like she was going to lose her voice the amount she’d been screaming throughout the game. It seemed like part of Team Canada’s game strategy was to go after Charlie as much as possible. They’d been hitting him hard and there’d been one particularly nasty penalty he drew when Chabot leveled him with a late hit. Charlie had been slow to get up from that one but within the first thirty seconds of the powerplay, he’d put a pass right on Auston’s tape for the tying goal.

There had always been something both exhilarating and nerve-wracking about watching Charlie play. When he was on the ice, she only watched him, not even noticing where the puck was or what action was happening unless he was involved.

It was partially how she was able to react a second before the rest of the rink when she saw Chabot coming from behind him, hitting him hard and sending Charlie headfirst into the boards. He was splayed out flat on the ice while his teammates immediately rushed to his defense, Auston and Tkachuk jumping Chabot before Auston was pulled away by Dougie Hamilton. Eleanora felt like climbing over the glass to get to him and Kayla was gripping her arm tightly.

“Get up. Get up. Get up, Junior.” His dad was begging while Eleanora just kept staring in horror.

After what felt like hours but was probably only a minute, he slowly tucked his legs up under him and managed to get to a kneeling position just as the team doctor reached him. He was clearly still dazed, holding one hand on his helmet as he slowly got up. Gaudreau had come over and was kneeling next to him, offering to help him up but Charlie waved him off.

The arena applauded as he stood up, but Eleanora couldn’t feel the relief everyone else did as she watched them lead Charlie to the locker room.

“He’s okay. He got up on his own. They just have to check him out for protocol. He’s okay.” Kayla was chanting and all Eleanora wanted to do was rush to the locker room. Instead of watching the rest of the game, she stared at the locker room entrance, praying Charlie would return to the bench.

They ended the second period down by one and only during the intermission did she let herself pull her phone out to find the replay of the hit. They all huddled around together watching intently, only slightly reassured that Charlie had gotten up on his own and made his way quickly down the tunnel without support. It felt like time was moving in slow motion as the ice was cleaned. Finally, the lights dimmed again and the players started back out on the ice.

It felt like a weight was lifted when she saw Charlie hop out last, doing quick laps to warm back up as he shook his legs out. As he went by them, he tapped the glass and Eleanora felt like she was going to cry just from the quick wink he gave her.

“Thank god.” His mom sighed a breath and Eleanora felt lightheaded as she rubbed her stomach aimlessly. The baby had been active all game, bouncing around and kicking more than usual. It’s like he could sense what was happening around them.

The third period wasn’t any less stressful, Team Canada was clearly content to play defense while Team USA threw everything at them but couldn’t seem to find the back of the net. But then in the last 27 seconds of the game, Charlie caught a pass from Quinn Hughes and buried it in the top corner of the net to tie the game. The roar of the arena felt deafening as they all jumped up and down, screaming happily while the players mobbed their captain. The crowd clearly expected overtime, neither team wanting to give one up in the remaining seconds of the game.

But then Conor McDavid of all people misplayed the puck in the neutral zone and it landed on Jack Eichel’s stick who shot down the ice on a breakaway with only 7 seconds to go, shifting to his backhand as he slid the puck between the goalie’s legs.

If it was possible, the roof would’ve blown off the top of the arena. Team USA hadn’t won since the 1980 Miracle on Ice game and the place was shaking with excitement. USA gear and equipment was strewn across the ice like confetti while Team Canada stared on in disbelief, some kneeling together watching while others had already started to make their way towards the locker room.

People were hugging her tightly and screaming in her ear. Eleanora wasn’t even sure they were all people she knew. Charlie Sr. pulled her away from whoever was holding her and into a tight hug while the rest of the family crowded around jumping as they celebrated. She didn’t even realize she was crying until she tried to spot Charlie on the ice but her vision was blurry.

Sobbing into one hand, the other pressed tight against her stomach she felt another strong kick which only made her sob harder. It was better than her own win because she hadn’t had any true family to celebrate with besides her coaches who had become replacement parents to her. This was entirely different and felt like they’d all won it.

The celebrations continued on the ice as the McAvoys all made their way towards the same opening Eleanora had talked to Charlie before the game start. Other wives and families were already there, pulling each other into hugs, most of the moms crying happily while a few of the dads tried to fight their own tears except for Jim Hughes who was openly crying as he held his wife tightly to him.

Standing on the glass so she could watch, Eleanora scanned the sea of blue jerseys to try to find Charlie, biting her lip to try to stop crying. She was still contemplating scaling the glass but knew the guys deserved to celebrate with their team first.

Finally, her impatience grew and Eleanora, just popped the door open and started to make her way onto the ice. Once the dam broke, the rest of the families followed, ignoring the staff asking for them to stay off the ice until they had carpets laid down.

It was decidedly difficult to maneuver on the ice in sneakers and a pregnant belly but she moved as quickly and carefully as she could towards her target. Their eyes locked and Charlie broke away from the guys to get to her. When he reached her, he went right for her waist, dragging her up and off the ice as he twirled her around as she held tightly to him.

Neither of them spoke at first as Eleanora pressed kisses all over his face as he laughed until he could kiss her back. It was awkward to be held up so Charlie carefully set her down on the ice, one hand tucking protectively against her back so she wouldn’t slip and the other pressed gently on her belly as he leaned down for the sweetest kiss they’d ever shared.

“I told you I’d win it for you.” He whispered, pressing his forehead against hers.

“Not before scaring the shit out of me first.” She shot back but squeezed his waist tightly, her face landing in the sweaty material. “I’m so fucking proud of you, Teddy.”

She stared up at him, and despite the fact that he had just won the biggest game of his life, he was staring at her like they were the only two people in the world.

“This is almost as good as our wedding night.”

She gave a watery chuckle in return. “Just the wedding night not the wedding itself?”

“Eh, that was okay too.” He teased just as the rest of his family joined them. Reluctantly, she released him so he could hug his family, stepping back to give them a moment.

A few of the guys paused to hug her as they went by but mostly she just stood there watching Charlie beaming at everyone around him. The camera crews were starting to show up as the staff worked to get the carpets out and set up the podiums. Eleanora knew they wouldn’t get a private moment together for hours and she tried to melt into the background but Charlie was having none of that, snagging her hand and dragging her towards him as they started to interview him.

From her position under his arm, she stared up at him as he spoke, beaming proudly as he talked about the win and how special it was for them. She was so focused on him she didn’t realized they’d asked her a question.

“Nellie.” Charlie whispered, nudging her with a nose to the top of her head and she glanced at the reporter who was beaming at her.

“I was just asking how this compares to your own gold medal win just four years ago?” they repeated the question.

Eleanora grinned and squeezed his side tighter. “There’s no comparison.” She started, enjoying some of the frowns that followed before continuing. “What Charlie and the boys did was so beyond historic and I’m so proud to have been able to watch it happen. This team worked so hard and never gave up. I’m just thrilled I was able to share in it. Although I’m pretty pissed that I can’t win arguments anymore by saying ‘well I have a gold medal so you have to do what I say’.”

Everyone laughed in response, Charlie squeezing her side lightly.

“I’m sure you guys haven’t seen yet but the video of you two right before the game has become quite popular.” Eleanora flushed slightly as they continued. “Charlie – did you get any last minute advice?”

She pinched his side, hoping he’d lie but the smirk on his face already told her differently. “She pretty much told me that just getting to the medal game wasn’t enough and that I knew what to do. Pretty sure the exact words were ‘now go fucking win it’ and honestly, I can’t really say no to my wife so I did.”

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It was nearly three hours later by the time Eleanora and Charlie were walking into her hotel room and shutting the door so they were finally alone. They were planning on changing then meeting up with everyone to celebrate. Most of the guys’ flights weren’t for another day or two so they planned to enjoy what little remained of their Olympic break before they’d have to return to their teams for the rest of the season.

Charlie face planted onto the king-size bed. “Fuck, you’ve been sleeping on this for two weeks while I’ve been on the worst twin mattress in the world?”

Eleanora giggled, pulling her jersey off leaving on her loose t-shirt, she slipped out of her sneakers and kicked them towards the door so she could sit and join him on the bed. Despite how happy she was, she was exhausted and the pain in her back went from dull to stabbing on a dime. It took a little effort for her to climb up onto the bed and get comfy as she curled up on her side.

Charlie inched up so his nose was brushing against her swollen belly. Her hand immediately fell to his hair, running her fingers through gently and scratching his scalp. He brought his arm up so he was hugging her middle and pressed his lips against her.

“Hi, Tripp.” He whispered causing Eleanora to tug his hair gently.

“Baby, no. Even if he ends up Charlie the third, we are not calling him Tripp.”

Charlie ignored her. “Ignore mommy, I’ll make sure you get a cool nickname.”

She rolled her eyes but he kept talking. “I don’t know if you heard all that noise but now you have two parents with gold medals. We’re pretty big deals.”

“Kid was bouncing all over the place for most of the game before settling directly on my sciatic nerve so I couldn’t get comfortable.”

“Be nice to mommy, sweet boy.” He mumbled and pressed a kiss to her stomach before turning up so he could stare at her. “I think I won because of you.”

“You won because you’re an amazing hockey player and leader. You did this. Next up you can win us a Cup.” She smiled softly, stroking his hair as he crawled up so their faces were level. They lay there quietly together, staring at each other and enjoying the peace. They’d both turned their phones off, telling his family they’d see them at the restaurant that USA hockey had reserved for them. For now, they just wanted to be alone.

Carefully, Eleanora brushed Charlie’s hair off his forehead. “Your head okay? I might kill that Canadian fuck.”

Charlie laughed but cringed slightly. His head hurt more than he let on but he passed concussion protocol and had a few days off before he’d have to be back on the ice for a game.

“Are you okay? I know when you’re in pain, Nellie.”

She winced despite trying to smile as he tucked his hand under her top to lay on her bare skin, soothingly running his thumb along belly.

“Just pregnancy, or so I’m told. I need to figure out how to get him off this nerve or I’m gonna spend the flight pacing the aisles because I won’t be able to sit.”

Charlie frowned. “I hate seeing you in pain. And I’m worried you won’t want the five that I want if this one is such a pain in the ass.”

She snorted, inching forward to kiss him softly. “Let’s get through meeting this little man first then we’ll talk more, kay?”

“You’re the love of my fucking life, you know that?” he gripped her neck gently.

Smiling, she leaned forward to steal another kiss. “Lucky for you, it’s mutual. Now…I bet we could find a comfy position for you to fuck me in before we have to go to the restaurant.”

A slow smirk spread across Charlie’s face as he rolled her carefully onto her back so he could lean over her.

“I can definitely do that.”

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