#but here she knows: no. it wasn't sitting with what she had said. it was will.

[27dragons]

fuckit I don't have an actual plot but I can't let this go until I write SOMETHING for @cerealism 's amazing art.

Mob AU because fuuuuuuck me that's too pretty.

The door burst open.

"What the fuck is this bullshit about an extra point off my take?!"

It was Lia, because of course it was. She'd been winding up for an explosion for at least a month, and they'd talked about encouraging her to move on to some other territory but Jayce had begged Viktor to give her one last chance, because he was a total pushover and he knew it.

Sky scurried in behind Lia, still protesting. "...can't just barge in without--" She gave them a chagrined look. "I'm so sorry, I told her you didn't want to be disturbed!" She shot Lia a venomous look, and Jayce knew that if he hadn't specifically told her that there was to be no blood in the outer office, Lia wouldn't have made it this far.

Viktor knew it, too. He graced Sky with a smile. "It's all right, Ms. Young," he said pleasantly. "We encourage input from within our network."

Jayce had been sitting on the corner of the desk, but as Sky backed out, closing the door behind her, he paced over to lean on the back of Viktor's chair by the window. He kept his eyes on Lia, but reached down, dangling his hand where Viktor could see it.

Viktor took Jayce's hand, moving it to press it against his chest. Jayce could feel Viktor's heart beating through the shirt, steady and slow. It was soothing.

"Now, Lia," Viktor said, almost gently, if you didn't know him very well. "Please share your concerns with us."

Lia's lip curled in a snarl. "You can't just decide out of nowhere to take an extra point out of my take!"

"But we did not just decide out of nowhere," Viktor said, reasonably. "Two of your crew were injured on your last job, one of them severely. This is not the first time that poor planning has resulted in injury. We discussed it for some time before deciding to extract the cost of their care from your share. It seemed fair."

"But," Jayce said, "if you would prefer to pay the entire amount in a lump sum, we would certainly be amenable. That would save you the interest," he added helpfully.

"You son of a bitch," Lia growled, "Myk's broken leg was his own damn fault, you can't stick me with that!"

"Jayce," Viktor said, so smoothly that even Jayce might have been fooled if he couldn't feel Viktor trembling in rage under his hand. "Please escort Lia out of the building."

Jayce gave Viktor a bracing squeeze and then straightened. A few steps brought him close enough to wrap his hand around her arm. He was careful, not wanting to hurt her. "Let's go."

Lia made a frustrated, furious sound, and leaned toward Viktor, her eyes narrow. "One of these days, your lapdog won't be here to protect you," she said, low and threatening.

Jayce wasn't touching Viktor anymore, but he didn't have to be to know that the insult to Jayce would have spiked his partner's anger and heart rate. So much for that last chance. "Oh Lia," he said, disappointed that she understood so little. "I'm not here to protect him. Come with me now, or I won't be able to protect you."

She scoffed, shaking off Jayce's hand and still glaring at Viktor. "That's bullshit. I'd wipe the floor with you, Viktor, and you know it."

"I would prefer," Viktor said in icy tones that Jayce probably should not find such a turn-on, "if you did not keep ignoring my partner's excellent advice. But if you would like to challenge me directly, that can be arranged. Jayce?"

Jayce let out a slow sigh. "Yeah," he agreed. Lia was a liability, now. It was out of his hands. "I'll be outside." He left the room, making his way over to Sky's desk and sitting on the edge of it.

Sky glanced up at him. "She challenged him, didn't she?"

"I think he was hoping for it," Jayce admitted. "He's been in a mood all week. He might have provoked her a little bit." He shook his head. "Wish it hadn't come to that, though."

Sky smiled and patted Jayce's hand. "You're such a softie," she teased.

Jayce ducked his head bashfully. "I guess so. I'm just old fashioned, really. I'd rather take a hammer to their kneecaps, or at least take them down fast. Viktor..." He glanced back toward the door to the office, wincing slightly at the sounds that managed to make it through the heavy wood. "Viktor likes to play with his food."

Sky nodded. She'd been with them long enough. She knew.

The sounds were growing softer. "I guess we'll be going home soon," Jayce said. "You can head out now, if you want."

Sky nodded and gathered her things, pulling on her coat and checking the placement of her knives. "Maybe his mood will improve now?" she offered.

"Hopefully." Jayce walked Sky to the outer door and watched until she'd turned the corner out of sight before going back to sit on her desk and wait.

Not too much later, the office door opened and Viktor came out. He glanced at Sky's empty chair curiously.

"Sent her home," Jayce said.

Viktor nodded. "Caitlyn?"

"If you'll pick up dinner, I'll swing by and have her send over a cleaning crew," Jayce offered. "Oh, wait." He fished a handkerchief out of his pocket. "You've got a little..." He dabbed gently at Viktor's cheek until the blood was gone. "There." He left the cloth on the edge of Sky's desk. Caitlyn's crew would handle it. "I'll see you at home?"

"Don't take too long," Viktor said, his eyes glinting in a way that made Jayce's libido sit up and pay attention. Guess that really had helped Viktor's mood.

It was going to be a lovely evening.

What's up jayvik nation

[satosuguwifee]

Double Trouble, Double Love — Toji Fushiguro x Fem!Reader

wc: 843

contents: canon AU, fluff, familly

It was an idea inspired by a fanart here on tumblr! Here's the post!

It was another beautiful morning in Tokyo, the sun rising behind the city's tall buildings that seemed to almost touch the newly lit sky. A cool but cozy breeze brushed across his body as he walked in quick steps, messing up his slightly spiky hair while holding a shopping bag with his free hand.

Toji sighs lightly, observing the streets of the neighborhood with his sharp green eyes because, although he and Y/n had managed to get enough money to rent an apartment sufficient for their small family, the neighborhood wasn't exactly known for being one of the safest there, but it was kind of quiet during the day.

He then took his hand out of his hair and used it to get the keys from his coat pocket and open the door to the apartment, finding the familiar warmth of the room.

After leaving the bag containing diapers, a jar of his wife's favorite ice cream, baby milk and a bar of chocolate, he promptly went to their bedroom and came across the scene of Y/n fast asleep and, lying on her chest, were the twins Megumi and Milly, who were looking at their mother with doe eyes with an energy that neither of their parents had now.

“Are you two brats awake yet?” he then sighs tiredly, but a small smile forms on the corner of his lip as he approaches the little ones and sits down on the edge of the bed. ”Lucky you both are cute, you little pests.”

He says affectionately, even though he knows that Y/n doesn't like it when he refers to their children like that. Soon little Milly raised her eyes to him, the eyes that had even inherited their color from her mother, babbling something in baby language and stretching out a small hand towards him, making Toji's heart warm and take the baby in his arms.

“What is it, hm?” he asks, smiling when she just stares at him curiously. “You have your mother's look…” Toji quickly looked over at Megumi, who had his hand on Y/n's cheek and, since he was born, had a slightly more sullen and neutral look like his father. “And you, little man, you're pulling for Daddy here.”

Toji chuckled to himself, the scar on the right corner of his mouth stretching slightly with the movement, and soon he went around the bed to lie down on the empty side, leaving little Milly lying on his chest. He couldn't believe the turn his life had taken: since childhood he had always been despised and ignored by his own Zenin clan relatives because of his “defect” of not having cursed energy, and for many years he had been mistreated and abused by them until the day came when he fled that toxic environment, with no direction in life.

In order to survive, he began to take on underground jobs until he became a hitman and at the end of the day spent all his money on bets that he never won. Yeah, he was totally lost, until…

As he made his way back to the crumbling place he called home, he stopped at a coffee shop to order a simple coffee before his gaze turned to a slender, angelic figure behind the counter: Y/n, it said on the little badge pinned to her uniform.

And heavens, she had been kind to him like no one had ever been before, even frowning at him because of his slightly dirty and wrinkled clothes… She was like an angel and, without realizing it, that little creature had shot an arrow right through his heart, capturing him without giving him a chance to escape.

And, after five years together, they had formed their little family with Milly and Megumi who, while he rambled through his memories, had fallen asleep. The little girl slept against his chest, her tiny hand clutching the fabric of his blouse while Megumi slept on Y/n's chest, who was awake, staring at him with tiredness but indescribable love.

“Hello doll, did you sleep well?” he asked softly, closing his eyes as he felt her fingers gently run through his hair and heard her giggle.

“I did, but it's so early and it's so warm in here… I don't want to get up.” she says, moving closer to him on the bed and sighing. “Can we go back to sleep?”

Toji just nods, circling her waist with his free arm and kissing her temple before thanking whoever is up there for bumping into this wonderful woman, who looks after him and his children with such dedication that he feels more complete than ever. And then, surrounded by his wife and babies, Toji quickly falls asleep after nuzzling his nose against his wife's hair, smiling in a genuine and affectionate way that no one would have thought possible.

[kteezy997]

Beyond Business-part eleven//t.c.

Warnings:cursing, Hollywood toxicity, smut including some light choking, talking about sex with a former partner

The next morning, you awoke with Timmy’s arms around you. His head rested on your chest as he slept soundly. You combed your fingers slowly through his hair, just admiring him as he got some much needed rest. You loved seeing him so calm.

After awhile, you realized that he was content to stay that way until he woke up. So, you kept your hand in his hair, and started to scroll through social meds on your phone, beings how you couldn’t move. Not that you wanted to.

Timothée and Kylie’s kissing photos were all over twitter and tik tok. You couldn’t escape it. There weren’t even that many solo shots of him on the red carpet. It was all photos of Kylie at the A Complete Unknown cast table, laughing with Elle Fanning.

You personally did not follow Kylie Jenner on social media, but her posts often got shared around enough to where you would see them. She posted a selfie of herself, Elle, and Monica Barbaro, the caption reading, “cuuutest night w the cutest girls in a little 1999 Versace.”

You found it rather annoying and distasteful that there was no mention from her about the reason she was even at the Golden Globes. She was Timothée’s date, but you would never know that by the post.

You knew that he and Kylie strictly did not post each other or verbally mention one another publicly. But this was a little much for you.

Timmy stirred, groaning softly as he lifted his head from your chest. “Hm, scrolling dear?” he asked, perking up and look at your phone screen. He rolled his eyes, grabbing your phone from your hands. “Don’t look at that shit.” He dropped the phone onto the bed, curling back up to you.

"That shit is you, Timmy."

"No." he whined like a child, "Not the real me, you know that. This is me, here."

You sighed, "Well, I guess it's more Kylie than you. You would think she had been nominated at the Globes since she doesn't show you or mention you."

"We don't do that shit. We don't post each other." he mumbled, his forehead nudging your jaw.

"Well, between her in that Versace dress and the drama with Demi Moore, it's all about her. People aren't even mentioning you."

Timmy raised his head, "What drama with Demi Moore? She came over to our table, but nothing bad happened."

"From Kylie's point of view, Demi blatantly ignored her."

You could tell he was genuinely annoyed now, "Oh, she was just talking to Elle and Monica about the film and congratulating all of us. Kylie wasn't part of the movie; she's not even an actress. Demi didn't owe her anything."

You shrugged, "That's not how Jenner fans see it."

He sighed heavily, sitting up next to you in the bed. "Fuck, somehow she always makes everything about her. It's like they can't stand it if someone else might get more attention."

"Who's they, babe?" you asked, taking his hand.

He held your hand, "Her and her sisters. And their mom." He shook his head. "I wish this would just go away so I can just be with you."

"Maybe it's my fault. I shouldn't have been scrolling." you admitted.

He looked at you, leaning in to give you a sweet kiss, "No, it's not your fault. Someone would have brought it to my attention eventually."

“Yeah,” you leaned into him this time, rested your head into his neck, “I guess so. When do you have to see her again?”

Timmy scoffed at the question, “I don’t want to talk about her.”

“You never want to talk about her.”

“Yeah, maybe I’d rather just enjoy the time I have with you.” he shoved the covers off himself, getting out of the bed, contrary to what he had said. He needed to escape the conversation.

“I’m just trying to understand-"

“All you need to understand is that I love you.” he paused at the foot of the bed.

“Timmy, sex isn’t love.”

“I tried to tell you before we had sex, you wouldn’t let me. But I fucking feel it, and it’s not because we had sex or because you’re a distraction from Kylie. It’s because you’re you, y/n. I love you.”

“Okay, okay,” you quickly moved to meet him at the end of the bed and pulled him in close by the shoulders, “I believe you.” You kissed his lips.

“It’s okay if you don’t say it back, I mean, it took a lot for me to say it so I imagine that you’re the same way and-"

You tapped his cheek, “Timmy, stop rambling.”

“I know. I’m just nervous.” he admitted.

“You’re nervous? Timothée Chalamet gets nervous around a woman?” you were loving the effect you had on him.

“Oh, fuck off.” he said, playfully shoving you back on the bed.

You giggled as he climbed on top of you. You threw your arms around his neck as he kissed you. The weight of his body slowly collapsing on you. You were both still naked from the night before, and you felt his cock hardening against your thigh.

“Is this okay?” he asked, his hand cradling the side of your head.

“Yes, god, I want you Timmy.” you lifted upwards, smashing your lips to his. You tucked your legs around his waist. His cock slapped your pussy, and you moaned in his mouth at the feeling. You wiggled your hips.

With a soft thrust of his hips, his cock slid into you, “ugh, baby.” he huffed.

You laid back as he pumped into you.

He held you down, soft wet sounds hit your eardrums as well as your light panting. He looked deep into your eyes, slowly alternating between that and kissing you. He placed his hand across your throat, squeezing your neck, decreasing your air intake. You were completely dependent on him to breathe as he bottomed out inside of you. He moved his hips side to side.

You gasped, feeling so full of him.

He released his grip on your throat. Then, he laid down, his flesh on your flesh as he continued to thrust his hips into you.

…….

Afterward, you lay together in bed, your head in his chest this time with your leg thrown over him lazily. You couldn’t help but wonder if his sex with Kylie was as good as it was with you.

“So, what was it like to have sex with Kylie Jenner?” you asked.

“Y/n, don’t do this.” he warned.

“No, it’s okay. I won’t get mad or jealous or anything. I just wanna know. I mean, she’s gorgeous…she’s probably spent millions on her body and face, but she’s perfect. What’s it like to fuck the perfect woman?” You folded your arms, resting your chin on them on his chest so you could look at his face.

Timmy sighed of course, his chest heaved dramatically. He rubbed his eyes before he began, “I mean, you expect every straight man’s dream, and it was, in a way. Like, she looks incredible naked, everything is just perfect and big tits in your face, ass looks great when you’re hitting from the back. But once you touch her, it’s different. Nothing moves,” he brought his hand up, “and you can’t even grab her boobs, they’re like hard or something.”

“Hm.” hearing all this, you felt pleased with your natural appearance. “But what’s she like? Is she…good in bed?”

“Not really.” he chuckled, “I can’t believe I’m saying this, especially to you, but she just lays there, expects you to do it all. Not that I mind doing all the work, but she never went on top. I got one blowjob in a year and half of screwing her.”

“I had no idea you’d have so much to say. And not much is positive. You would think with a body like that, she’d have more to show for it.” you shrugged.

Timmy turned on his side, “Can we stop talking about her now?” he pouted.

You grinned at him, “Yes, thank you for being a good sport.”

“Anything for you.” he kissed your forehead. “Now, let’s get a shower so maybe we can get some work accomplished today.”

February 6, 2025

@gatoenlaciudad @thebetawolfgirl @musicandbooksaremyhappyplace @softhecreator @tchalamss @lixzey @bitchyunknownuser @ducktapebar @aoi-targaryen @yukideadinside @elloise0 @thatoneweirdgirl17 @mel-vaz @sammy-halpert @iwishchalamet @that-one-fangirl69 @jindongdongie @briefkittenearthquake @imnotoverlyobsessive @timhalchala @heatherpi

[hyuny-bunny]

seasons // series

part vi

summary: minho has met his competition...

warnings: MXM (?), fem reader

part v • masterlist

You quickly drag Jisung away with your hand clamped over his mouth, bringing him to the same bench you had left your things at. His words are muffled by your hand until you get him to sit down, he licks your palm trying to get your hand off his mouth causing you to shriek in disgust.

"What is wrong with you?!?"

"Me?! What about you?! What was that about!?" Han shrieks back as you settled on to the bench.

Your mind spins as you try to calm yourself. You straddle the bench turning Jisung to do the same as you look at him dead in his eyes.

"The guy I slept and went home with on saturday night is currently in Minho's dance class right now."

Jisung's eyes go wide before he lets out a loud 'WHAT?' causing you to shush him all over again,

"SHHH THEY DON'T KNOW EACH OTHER!!.... at least not yet?"

-

one hour prior

Minho walked into the dance studio seeing some of the younger members who rushed to him like eager puppies to greet their hyung. In the corner Felix talked to Jeongin as he stretched warming up. Jeongin wasn't apart of the class but would often sit in the back working on music with his headphones on or sometime assisting Minho with rewinding or slowing down music for them.

The two talked casually as they watched some of the dancers crowd Minho in awe of him.

"How come you guys never came by Saturday night? I was hoping to see you would... mostly for you know who but I still wanted to see you guys," Jeongin asked as he sat criss cross in front Felix looking at him as he stretched.

"Uh... Jisung and I got a bit sloppy towards the end of our night, Y/N ended up meeting some guy she went home with. Sorry, Innie, although she was looking forward to seeing you before she met the other guy." Felix says as he ruffles the younger boys hair.

Jeongin pouts and groans throwing himself back, he didn't necessarily have a crush on you so much as he thought you were so undeniably hot that he'd grovel on his knees if it meant you gave him a chance. He sits up on his elbows as he looks at the blonde boy who stands up.

"So who was the other guy if it wasn't Minho?" He asks as glances at Minho who was still being hounded by a few needy omega girls.

The girls had been pining for Minho all last year. Hoping he'd either take one of them on a date or at least to bed. Jeongin had overheard too many times these girls talking about what he must be like in bed and wondering what it would be like to share their heat with him. Even he knew all too well that you were the only one Minho had his sights set on but that didn't stop other omegas from trying.

He knew this year would be no different then last year had, the only thing changed was that Minho led the class.

"No one I knew, just some rando from all I could see. He was hot though, no denying that." Felix said as he started to tie his hair half up.

"What did he look like?" Jeongin asked curiously as he wondered what the lucky guy had that he didn't.

"Pretty tall, dark hair, uhh, he had a woodcut. He looked like a model I swear. I remember seeing him when we came in, he was wearing a tank top and he had a rose tattoo on his back, so hot." Felix rambled as he adjusted his hair.

"Like that guy?"

Jeongin's eyes glanced around the room landing on a guy that had come in while Minho was still being bombarded by the girls. He listened to Felix's rambling as he watched a guy with the same description walk in and to the corner shed off a hoodie showing off a black inked rose tattoo on his back. He blank several times as if his mind was playing games with him.

Felix looked up to see the same tattoo he saw that night being covered up as a t shirt was pulled over. It was him, the beautiful stranger you had told them you had the best sex of your life, right here in the flesh.

Hyunjin looked around the room seeing the blonde staring at him, he was taken aback by the pretty face. He had such elvish pixie like features. The freckles on his face, the pink pouty lips and the slim nose that came to a button. Hyunjin's gaze dropped down to the boy on the floor resting on his elbows watching with those fox like eyes framed by ginger hair.

Hyunjin started to walk towards them figuring these would likely be the best two people to befriend on the first day. The one from the floor stood tall next to the blonde who started to look a bit more familiar as he approached.

"Hi, I'm Hyunjin, I just transferred here. Do I know you? You look familar."

Hyunjin held out his hand to Felix first, his smaller warm hand grabbed Hyunjin's. Hyunjin could smell he was an omega. He smelled sweet like marshmallow and vanilla, reminding him of cookies and sweet milk. Felix looked at him wide eyed, a slight blush creeped onto his face as Hyunjin addressed him.

"H-Hi I'm Felix, welcome, um, I don't think we've actually met but you know my friend uh, Y/N..."

It was Hyunjin's turn to flush as he sheepishly smiles knowing Felix knows the invisible string that connects the two of them.

"Oh right! Well it's nice to formally meet you then I.." He trails off with a sheepish smile.

Felix can't help but admire the way his eyes disappear as he smiles. Jeongin clears his throat as he's annoyed by the how stupidly handsome this guy is and how Felix has completely folded,

"Sorry, Hyunjin this is Jeongin, he's also a friend of Y/N..."

Jeongin shook Hyunjin's hand firmly, irritated by his perfect face and the way his eyes kept flickering back to Felix.

"So do you know who the dance captain is here? I was hoping to introduce myself before the class started." Hyunjin asked glancing around the room.

"Uh, uh he's a bit occupied right know but uh... one second, sorry." Felix said as he dragged Jeongin away.

"What do we do?!" Felix whisper shouts to Jeongin with big pleading eyes.

"We pull the fire alarm and clear out the room."

"No! Minho can't find out that this is the guy! What if we just keep them separated for as long as we can?"

"Too late," Jeongin says as he watches Minho talking to Hyunjin, shaking his hand. They seemingly get along well... for now. Felix gulps praying that for the next 2 hours they don't find the common ground that both know you.

Minho calls Felix over, his heart drops as he walks over carefully, while Jeongin takes up residency at the counter in back with their music equipment sitting back watch like a giddy kid. He pulls out his phone to text the group chat he has with Chan, Han, and Changbin to tell them the exciting news.

"Felix, this is Hyunjin, show him the ropes for today will you?" Minho asks patting Hyunjin's shoulder. Felix nods silently, causing Minho to laugh at as his reaction. "Relax, it's just the first day back, you're gonna be a great co-captain."

Felix's eyes go wide "Hyung! Really!? I'm your co-captain!?" Minho laughs as he walks over to Jeongin to set up the music.

For the next hour or so, Jeongin relays everything to Chan and Changbin as Jisung seems to be either ignoring or not reading his messages. He keeps track of the music as Minho leads the class, watching the way Hyunjin interacts with Minho seemingly oblivious to fact that share a common interest, you. Jeongin sees the moment you arrive outside the dance room taking up space on a bench. He watches you pull out a book to start reading.

Felix stands to the left of Minho to Hyunjin right beside him at the front of the class. Many of the other dancers were impressed by how fluid and in control Hyunjin was of his body. He was up there in the best of the class with Felix and even Minho. Felix noticed the way the other omegas were already deciding to set their sights on the new eye candy.

He couldn't help find himself tinge with jealous as he watched their eyes grow hungry with every movement from Hyunjin. Had it not be for the fact that you had already seemed interested in Hyunjin, he would have sought after him. Felix respected his friendship with you to even entertain the idea. Felix's eyes drift to the door way as they take a small break, seeing Jisung approaching, waving excitedly, he also sees you running at full speed towards Jisung.

oh no! he thinks to himself.

Jisung is barely able to announce the first few letters of your name as your hand claps over Jisung mouth. You turn frantically towards the two boys who watch you with grins on their face, waving in your direction as you pull Jisung away. That's when it Minho turns to Hyunjin confused.

"You know Y/N?" Minho asks naively

"Yeah! We met saturday night. First friend, I've made here." Hyunjin says sheepishly with a slight flush as he scratches at his neck, Minhos smile drops from his face.

"Saturday?"

"Yeah, at this place called.. Layla's!"

Felix freezes in place as he watches Minho connect the dots, Hyunjin stands there a bit clueless before he's dragged away to grab water as. Minho walks towards the dance room door to see you in the hallway panicking to Jisung, looking frantic and worried until your eyes lock on each others.

"Did I say something? Does he not like her?" Hyunjin asks confused and worried that he's created an enemy as Minho seemingly drinks his own water aggressively.

Jeongin laughs as he saunters to Hyunjin and Felix.

"It's what you didn't say. Y/N is Minhos longtime best friend... and longtime crush."

The realization clicks now. Hyunjin is met with a nasty glare as his eyes meet Minho's. Something tells him he should be afraid but the other part of him... takes this as challenge.

part vii coming soon...

[yunazxxx]

BABY WHILE WE’RE YOUNG —

lara rajagoplan x daniela avanzini

this content contains the following : fluff, kinda loser daniela, established relationship (more of a situationship but gfs nonetheless), daniela’s kinda shy in this, cursing in some parts, etc maybe???

author chats? : this was sitting in my drafts for a while.. but i only posted it for someone but i also wanted everyone to be able to read this and yeah! enjoy this random lariela valentines day coded fic <3 — dont mind if the story is literal ASS i havent wrote in so long and i just remembered i had this to finish so ..

word count ? : 1.2k

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the moonlight filled the sky along with the stars, above a random shopping center in the main city. inside of the store you would see a blonde woman who was busy inside of a certain section.

she had been there for at least an hour now, worried if she could make this perfect for her “friend” but at the same time scared that she’d completely screw it up.

actually, denial was the only thing on her mind. she was worried she’d mess it up so bad and the girl would tell her no, daniela knew her for years at this point.

she knew everything that lara liked, everything she ever wanted but was still scared she’d mess something up, somehow.

just the previous night, they were cuddled up and kissing on each other but lara had left early that morning to record, basically she’d be busy all day which left daniela alone with her thoughts.

she laid in bed contemplating whether she should ask her to be her valentine, or not. you see, she’d always second guess herself or her anxiety gets really bad when she does ask.

and there’s times she’d just text it instead of saying it to lara’s face, but majority of it would be exactly to her face. now she’s found herself in a overly crowded shopping center, buying things for the same woman who she’s been trying to ask out since the start of the month.

it was the 6th, she had time to wait and you know, get herself together but she wanted to already have it before someone else ran to ask her.

they’re relationship was also, really complicated. they were together, but not together. its really childish, they know but they have their reasons on why they aren’t exactly “official” but neither of them really care for labels.

but here she was, again standing in another section, staring into the souls of one of the teddy bears, questioning whether she get that or something she knew in her heart lara would actually love.

she went with what she knew though, with her heart. she got everything she knew the red haired woman would love before buying it, she was walking out of the store when her phone began to ring.

it was lara, she answered the call and continued to walk. daniela found out that lara was already home and was preparing their plans for the night before daniela told her to stop.

“why’d you say not to? did you get called in today?” lara asked, her voice more questioning and almost angry? daniela took a breath before just explaining, “no but i have a different idea”

daniela kind of lied and said that she’d get lara when it was time, and told her some little white lie that they’d be going out with friends and lara agreed.

see, it was all innocent intentions. daniela knew how stressed lara had been recently, and she had been talking about scheduling an outing with their friends so they all could destress but that wasn't what was actually gonna happen.

daniela sped to her home and began decorating, of course it was normal for boyfriends/gilfriends to hire a decorator for these kinds of events or you know, whatever but daniela wanted to do this herself because she wanted to make it more special.

daniela got all of lara's favorite colors and began putting together the basket and everything she prepared for her. she lined the lights up and even lit candles, getting lara's favorite scents too. daniela wrapped the basket up after and once she made sure everything was how she wanted it, she left to pick up lara.

while daniela drove to lara's place, the redhead was texting asking the dress code but daniela simply said "come as you are" and lara did. she was only deressed in her sweats and a random hoodie daniela had left over that still smelled like the blonde.

once daniela pulled up, lara was outside and made her way to the car. daniela opened the door for her and greeted her girlfriend with a sweet kiss and a hug.

lara was still under the impression that they were hanging out with friends so she was prepared for any shenanigans that the rest of the friend group might be on for the night.

that was until they pulled up to daniela’s house, but the blonde said she had to get something but asked lara to follow her in.

daniela more so ran into the house and did one last check around before the redhead made it to the threshold, where she read the words that were plastered on the living room wall.

“will you be my valentine?” and there was a little arrow that pointed towards daniela holding the basket with a smile on her face.

lara’s hands covered her mouth while her heart began pounding, almost beating against her chest like it wanted to break out.

daniela, on the other hand, was nervous to say the least. she was shaking while lara walked up to her, the redheads soft lips came into contact with hers before she whispered “yes” against daniela’s neck.

the blonde woman couldn’t contain her happiness and just hugged the redhead, kissing her again. lara’s mind was blown, but then she remembered why they were even here.

“i thought we were-“ but daniela cut her off “no, that wasn’t actually happening, you see..” and daniela explained the situation. lara just smiled as daniela spoke, admiring the latina woman while she spoke.

“i love you” lara said, her voice was low but daniela caught it, “i love you too” after a little while daniela asked, “wanna know whats in the basket?”

and of course, lara nodded, which daniela began to show her and explaining the literal hell she put herself through just picking one item alone but it was a huge basket filled with different things she knew lara liked.

lara was obviously grateful for this and looked daniela in her eyes while she spoke, “but you know what i would’ve loved so much more?”

and daniela just looked at her, it wasn’t like she didn’t know but she wanted her to say it. “just you, and a day, i love all of this, so much but you didn’t have to decorate and stress yourself so much baby”

lara was really worried about daniela because she knew she was hella nervous during this but the blonde shook her head. “nono because the nights not over yet, come up” and she took lara’s hand taking her upstairs.

“follow the roses” lara read off a sign that daniela hand-made. the indian woman obviously followed it, looking at the ground seeing the roses and it led up to daniela’s room, where she had almost everything they had been speaking about for the last two weeks easy.

lara had always wanted to match outfits and off color each others clothes so daniela got outfits so they could wear them on valentines day.

lara looked around for the latina before she came out with a huge smile, hugging the indian woman and pushing her on the bed. they both were just a giggling mess before the giggles turned into a kiss and overtime it just led to the pure silence of the house, small noise coming from daniela’s speaker while she and lara cuddled for the remainder of the night.

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[marscardigan]

through the valley, part ix

ellie williams x reader

through the valley masterlist

summary: what if Joel didn’t lie? what if there was more people immune? more people like ellie? more people like you?

word count: 1.5k

warnings: this fic doesn’t follow the original plot from tlou part II. canon typical violence. murder and blood. panic attack. implied abuse.

It was Maria's idea to invite you and Ellie to dinner. The past weeks had been rough, you weren't coping well, and Ellie noticed it.

She told you things would get better, that she also felt misplaced when she first arrived to Jackson. But this was different, you were different.

“We made soup” Maria chimed in, suddenly all the attention focused on you. “Ellie told us it was your favorite meal.”

Maria was nice, she kind of reminded you of your mother somehow. It was rare to find female rulers nowadays. You smiled at her, nodding.

“Thank you.” you whispered, accepting the plate.

Ellie was watching you carefully, like if she didn’t, you may break. You felt watched all the time, and you suddenly felt sixteen again.

Your mother had been just killed, your privacy stolen from you, as well as your voice and your dreams.

Was the room heated? You couldn’t breathe. You dig your nails into the flesh of your thighs, trying to feel something, anything, apart from the pain in your chest.

“Excuse me” You stood up, shutting the conversation. “I, er-uhm need to go to the restroom,”

You didn’t dare to look at Ellie, because you knew she’d realize about your lie. You closed the door and allowed yourself to break. Tears soaked your cheeks, and the pain inside your chest worsened.

Closing your eyes, you tried to remember yourself you were not in Haven. You were safe here, even if it was the last thing you felt now. Even in the darkness that occupied the bathroom, you could feel the tremble of your breaths and the shaking of your fingers, legd moving up and down.

You couldn’t breathe, everything moved too fast, the air didn’t arrive to your lungs. You could hear your mother call your name, desperately worried.

No, it wasn’t your mother’s voice. It was Ellie’s.

“Please, open the door. It’s just me.”

"I-I can't" You answered sincerely. Your legs were still shaking. You heard her sit down, her head resting on the door.

Ellie stayed outside for a while. Maybe fifteen minutes? Twenty? She didn't know. It wasn't until she heard the lock and your wet face that she stood up again.

Her brows were furrowed, and even if she looked concerned, you could see she was tired, exhausted even. Ellie sighed, and closed the door behind her. She leaned against the sink, arms crossed over her chest as she studied your face.

"You scared the shit out of me," she finally said.

You swallowed, still feeling the remains of panic clawing at your throat. "I didn’t mean to."

She looked at her black Converse, shaking her head.

"I understand that this may be difficult for you, but it's okay. It doesn’t have to get better overnight. You can take your time."

You wanted to believe her. She meant well, she always did. But she didn’t get it. Ellie reached out, hesitating before placing a hand on your arm. But no words came out from her lips.

You haven't been this close to her for days. Did she look paler? Her eye bags worsened, for sure. And you were the cause of that. A sudden urge of guilt seemed to eat you alive. You shivered at her soft touch.

Ellie exhaled sharply, rubbing her temples like she was trying to hold herself together. "I don’t know what to do anymore," she muttered, shaking her head. "I’ve been trying, I really have, but you won’t let me help you."

"Because you can’t help me, Ellie! You think just because you felt lost when you got here, it’s the same? It’s not! You chose to come to Jackson—I didn’t have a choice! I was supposed to die in that theater!"

Ellie's gaze grew cold. Your words seemed to hit her in her gut, as if you'd just punched her there. I was supposed to die in that hospital. But you took that from me. Her exhaustion quickly turned to anger.

"You don't know what you're talking about." If it wasn't because you were looking at her, you would've not noticed that was her voice.

"I knew this would happen" You insisted, "I knew you wouldn't understand."

Then, Ellie snapped, "Do you even want to get better? Or do you just want to keep sitting in this fucking misery because it’s easier?"

That stung. More than it should have.

"Fuck you," you spat.

Silence. The air between you was thick and heavy, like neither of you could breathe.

Then—

“The hell is goin’ on in here?”

Tommy.

You turned to see him standing in the doorway, his brows furrowed, concern etched deep into his face. You didn't hear the door. Or how suddenly the whole house was quiet. He glanced between you and Ellie, taking in the wreckage of whatever the hell this was.

Ellie exhaled sharply, stepping back like she needed space, like she was barely keeping herself together. "Nothing," she muttered, dragging a hand through her hair. "It’s nothing, Tommy."

Tommy didn’t look convinced. His eyes lingered on Ellie, then shifted to you, softer but still heavy with unspoken things. "Don’t look like nothin’ to me," he said, voice careful.

You suddenly felt sick. Like you were intruding on something too big, too painful.

Like you didn’t belong here at all.

Your feet moved before your brain could catch up. Past Tommy, past the walls that felt like they were closing in, past Ellie’s voice—tired—calling your name.

You ran.

The cold air hit your face like a slap, but it wasn’t enough to stop the burning in your chest. You ran because it was all you knew how to do. Because staying meant facing things you weren’t ready for.

Ellie stayed in Jackson while you left.

The pain in your chest welcomed loneliness again.

Winter arrived before you expected it. You were thankful to have some meat before it rotted, but you had no weapon to defend yourself. Not that you needed one at the moment.

It had been months since you left Jackson, yet it felt like a year had passed. Each day crawled by agonizingly slowly, as if life itself was mocking you. You were staying in an abandoned market when you heard gunshots.

Had Ellie tracked you? Was she the one who fired? The one who got shot? Your head spun with possibilities. Gripping a single stick of wood, you crept closer to the noise.

That’s when you saw them—two men, both armed and bundled in thick coats and gloves. God, you had never been more jealous.

You had nothing to lose, just a frozen rabbit waiting for you back at the market. So you did what you did best—you lied.

“Pl-please! G-God, h-help!” you shrieked, your whole body trembling from the cold. One of them turned, lowering his gun.

You didn’t stop to think about whether they were dangerous or what they might do to you. Whatever it was, it had to be better than freezing to death. Besides, it wouldn’t be anything you hadn’t already endured before.

“Matt! Get over here, fast!” The blond one grabbed your shoulders, steadying you before you could collapse into the snow.

Matt offered you his jacket, and before night fell, your wounds were stitched up, and your stomach was full.

By the bonfire, they shared stories of their past. They seemed concerned about your scars, even offering to take you with them the next day.

They were good people.

That’s why you killed them quickly.

"—and you’re ignoring me again."

Ellie turned to look at Jesse, who had been talking nonstop for the last hour and was starting to get on her nerves.

"Sorry," she muttered, though she wasn’t sorry at all. "What were you saying?"

"All I was saying is that it’s quite impossible for her to have made it this far, especially with the snow."

Ellie knew that. Of course, she did. But she refused to believe it.

At first, after you left, it felt almost liberating. Your absence meant she could focus on herself again. She knew you wouldn’t come back, and that fact alone triggered something in her.

But as the days passed, her survival mode took over. She stopped sleeping, and barely ate. Because when she closed her eyes, all she could see was Joel’s shattered skull, covered in his own blood.

So it had been Jesse’s idea to find you. And everyone knew it was the best option—even Ellie herself. She couldn’t live knowing you were out there, cold, lost, and alone. You being back with Ellie might have something to do with her knowing new information about the blonde girl from Seattle.

You promised her, goddammit. You promised her you would end her together. Especially after what she did to you.

She liked to believe that if she could find you—even if you weren’t alive—it would finally let her rest.

That was before she found the market.

Blood painted every surface, and two corpses hung from thick ropes on the ceiling.

A message covered the wall behind them.

Feel her love.

"It could be more Scars tracking her down," Jesse suggested, trying to sound calm.

"No." That was all Ellie said.

She stepped closer to the wall, pressing her fingers against the streaks of blood. It was still fresh beneath her touch.

"It's her."

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Mylee's ECT, Part 1: Through the Looking-Glass

"Ah, we're just in time," Nurse Jen said. She stopped her brisk walk down the narrow hallway, turning to a large window. "Good."

Danice caught up with her just as she turned. Jen had been moving pretty quickly, and Danice definitely didn't want to seem like she was falling behind. This hallway was unfamiliar to her, and she had trouble keeping up. She was even sweating a little under her blue sterile cap. Jen didn't even look like she had exerted herself at all; her purple scrubs were perfectly crisp.

Danice wasn't sure if she was supposed to speak up or not.

The two nurses stood at the observation window of the Electrophysiology Lab, which Danice reasoned must be the next stop on her familiarization tour. It was her first week at SMC and she was doing the rounds under several experienced members of the staff. She desperately wanted to pass their scrutiny, and she was already feeling overwhelmed with everything going on throughout the hospital.

Looking through the large window set into the wall of the hallway, Danice saw a young female patient - slight build, pale skin, maybe 20 years old - being prepped for some kind of procedure. The patient was sitting up, slouched, staring into the distance. It was like she didn't even notice them peering into the room. She acquiesced calmly, almost dumbly, as a female doctor with perfectly styled short brown hair guided her to lay back on the procedure table.

"Do you have any questions?" Jen asked, without looking away from the window.

Danice perceived Jen's question almost like a test. What was the right response? She took in the scene: the patient was on the monitors, nasal cannula, sterile protocol…the cranial electrodes were the only jarring detail. But there was something - well, peculiar about the whole thing.

"Can the patient not see us?" Danice finally asked, quietly.

Jen was silent for a moment. "Excellent question." Danice tried to let out her breath silently, lest Jen know how relieved she was. "She shouldn't be able to, no. This is a one-way mirror, like in several of the rooms along this hall." Jen's subtle gesture led Danice's glance down the length of the hallway, and she began to notice other similar scenes, with small knots of observers standing in front of other windows. Oddly, she realized that they were all SMC staff. Doctors, nurses, technicians.

"Is this a staff-only area?" Danice asked, taken aback.

"That's correct," Jen said. "For observation, consultation, and teaching. Some of our patients are aware, but most aren't. It isn't secret, though - it's in every care agreement we provide. Most patients probably don't notice."

Danice turned back to the scene in the room before them. The patient was leaning back on her elbows, and the physician was checking the monitors. "Who is she?"

Jen looked briefly at her digital chart. "Her name is Mylee. She's under treatment for severe mood disorders with 'mixed features'." Tapping on the chart, Jen paused. "...she exhibits bipolar behavior as well as…stubbornly resistant depression."

Danice nodded, without looking away from the patient. "I assume ECT, then, given the cranial electrodes. The cardiac monitor, too, I suppose…why in the E-P Lab, rather than - well, an ECT suite or down in psych?" She was fully engaged now.

Jen looked at Danice for a moment, with a subtle approving glance. "Good observations. Did you also notice the IVs? Or the other equipment? There's a detail here you might not be aware of."

The several hanging bags of meds didn't give up their secrets easily. Danice relaxed her glance, taking in everything she could. She thought for a moment, imagining in her mind's eye what the scene would look like in a textbook, or on clinical rounds… "Oh!" She quietly exclaimed. "Um…okay, that's odd."

Waiting a beat, Jen prompted. "You see it, right?"

"There's…no anesthesia prep. Is this - is this unsedated?" The catch in Danice's voice was obvious.

"That's correct. Doctor Kari is developing an unsedated approach to this treatment," Jen gestured toward the trim, dark-haired physician attending to Mylee, "that she's calling Awake ECT. She's had some success, and Mylee has volunteered to be part of the clinical study."

Danice was impressed and also surprised - almost shocked, really - by the possibility of seeing unsedated ECT performed. "How does she manage it?"

Jen spoke easily, from memory. "A combination of muscle relaxants and paralytics, with adjusted ECT currents seem to be the answer. Doctor Kari is even able to interact with the patient during treatment."

Danice watched as Mylee settled in, fully laid down on the treatment table. "It's fascinating."

They watched Doctor Kari continue her prep, adjusting Mylee's IV. "Would you like to assist?" Jen asked.

Danice turned to look at the senior nurse, her eyes eager. "Are you kidding? I mean…yes. I'd love to."

"Well, let's get in there." Jen smiled.

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[prettyinpink69]

There's not a thing that I would change ♡

OK so I can't stop thinking about sevikas cutie potootie tooth gap so... here are my thoughts. If this is absolute garbage just scroll pls

I hardly write and honestly I have no idea what I'm doing sooooo enjoy? Maybe?

1.1 K words

All credits to GIF owner

It was another long night waiting at home for Sevika, the bedroom was only filled with the neon lights reflecting into the dark bedroom as you were curled up in the sheets missing her warmth. She said she'd be home hours ago but waiting for her to be done with whatever Silco had her doing wasn't uncommon.

Another ridiculously long hour passes and you decide to just try and get some sleep. The minute your eyes flutter shut, you hear the faint click of the front door of your old, worn-down shared apartment open and close. Your eyes open and you subconsciously sit up in the bed, letting the sheets bunch up around your hips. The sound of Sevika's heavy, leather clad boots get closer and closer to the bedroom. The sound of the door swinging open instantly plants a smile on your face, knowing your girlfriend was home for another night... worrying she wouldn't turn up home was always a worry in your mind.

"Hey Sevi..." you say with a slight smile, you can tell from the way her shoulders are slumped she's exhausted. "Princess..." the way her voice broke mid word was enough to replace you smile with a small frown. "Sit down Sevi... long day?" Your hand pats the bed next to you as you scoot over to make room for her large frame. The bed dips as she sits down and rests back against the headboard. "Long is an understatement princess... Silco is working me to the damn bone." She runs a hand over her face, the exhaustion being shown through her dark under eye bags and the way a sigh leaves her lips. However her hand catches her to lip as she's rubbing her face and just for a second shows her gap tooth.

Unconsciously you smile at the sight, you only realise when Sevika raises her eyebrow at you. "Whatcha lookin' at princess?" You scoot closer to her and cup her cheeks, caressing her rough skin on her cheeks. "Nothing sevi just... your really pretty you know that?" It earns an instant scoff from Sevika, you furrow your brows not in confusion but frustration. She could never see what you saw in her... she was beautiful, her tanned skin and those grey eyes you found yourself lost in far too often. And that dammed tooth gap, sevika hated it but everytime you saw it, it made you feel all giddy inside, you only ever really saw it when she smiled. Which was rare but you probably saw it the most.

"Pretty? Babygirl I'm not 'pretty' I'm rough, and scarred and well... I'm nothing compared to you princess." You frowned, the slight insecurity which she tried to hide under her 'tough girl' act slightly shone through. "Sevi I think your so pretty, there's not a thing I would change about you. Your scars are beautiful, they're your personal story. And yes your tough but your beautiful. And your little tooth gap just makes me... feel things. So in the nicest way possible, and don't tell me off, please shut up" you giggle at the end hoping she won't get mad at you for being a little bratty. But she doesn't get mad, instead that signature smirk crosses her face and you know your in for a long night.

"Oh you.. feel things hm?.. Need some help with that? " As she was speaking, her hand was creeping up your bare thigh closer and closer to your dripping aching core. Subconsciously you spread your legs just a little wider as you look at her. "Sevi..." your small plea only gets you a chuckle from sevika's lips. Her thick, long, slender fingers run over the wet patch on your panties which earns a small gasp and moan from your lips. "So sensitive already... its embarrassing really princess... just a couple of rubs and you'd be cumming in these panties hm?" Her teasing only pull a pathetic whimper from your lips as your hips grind harder on her hand, seeking any sort of friction.

"Sevi please... n-need you..." And that's all it takes, within seconds sevika has ripped your panties off and has situated herself between your legs inhaling the sweet scent of your arousal. "So desperate princess... considering this tooth gap is getting you so worked up let me use this mouth to help out this needy cunt sound good princess?" Before you can respond a moan is ripped from your throat as sevikas hot wet tongue laps up your wetness, exploring your folds with precision. "F-fuck s-sevi... please... fuck yes..." Your hands naturally move down to grip your small hands in her hair, afraid she'll pull away at any second. You gripping her hair only eggs her on more, her tongue kitten licking and swirling around your clit like your her last meal. Your a babbling mess of 'please' and 'don't stop', the coil in your tummy getting tighter and tighter...

You barley catch it but you definitely feel the delicious vibrations it causes against your clit "taste so fucking good, fucking slutty pussy taking my tongue so well" she says before pushing the muscle of her tongue in your hole. That's what send you over the edge, your walls tighten around her tongue and you grind against her face. "Fuuuck sevi- ohhh fuck yeah.. mm just l-like that" she continues to help you ride out your orgasm, making it last almost a ridiculously long time, if she was gonna make you cum, she was gonna make sure you enjoy it. She always did. Your hands slowly let go of her hair as she peppers kisses all the way up your lower stomach, to your navel, up the valley of your breasts she stops at your neck to leave her mark. "Your mine princess." The tone was demanding but you didn't at all disagree with her statement. You were hers. You both knew that. "Mm' yours sevi..." she finally placed a sweet kiss on your lips, you could faintly taste your lingering arousal on her lips... its safe to say you were not done and it was going to be a long night...

[wolls-angel]

୨୧ ‧₊˚ hockey song (cover) - Offside AU ˚₊‧ ୨୧

pairing: j. woll x popstar!reader summary: Y/N is in Toronto to meet her best friend's new boyfriend and they go to one of his games. Little does she know a certain goalie is captivated by her. lyrics: Oh! The good ol' Hockey game / Is the best game you can name / And the best game you can name / Is the good ol' Hockey game word count: 1.4k warning(s): pure fluff, not proof read notes: yayyyyyy first chapter of Offside !! so excited to finally share this with you all. i hope you enjoy !! xoxo fun fact: ik this song by heart. offside masterpost - next chapter

You hear a high pitched squeal come from behind you and immediately know exactly who is standing there. Iris Bennett, your best friend since... well, forever. You turn around and open your arms to invite her in for a hug. It has been 7 horrible months without your best friend, but now you are here, in Toronto, to play a show and (more importantly) meet Iris' new boyfriend.

When Iris told you she met someone you never thought it would be a hockey star. "His name is William Nylander. Look him up, Y/N" and you did. Tall, handsome, blonde. You understood why she liked him. But you wanted to meet him. It just so happened that you had booked Scotia Bank Arena the day after the Leafs were scheduled to play there, so Iris Invited you to the game as her plus one.

She ran into you at full force, "I missed you!!". She was a little taller than you with shorter blonde hair and the kindest eyes you could ever imagine. You lose your balance for a second but she stabilizes you.

"I missed you too, Iris," she pulls away, "How have things been?". All she does is smile and cover her mouth, as if she's trying to hide her excitement, "Amazing! Y/N, you have to meet Willy. He's amazing and so sweet and so funny and just the perfect guy". You smile at her excitement. She hasn't spoken this way about a man in a very long time.

"I'm happy for you, babe," you look around and notice how people are starting to recognize who you are, "Time to go to the hotel?"

"Yeah".

The drive to the hotel is filled with giggles and gossip as you tell Iris about your breakup with Milo and her first few months of dating William, who she lovingly refers to as Willy.

The Leafs management had been very kind in arranging your accommodations for staying in Toronto, in exchange for an appearance at a game. Your publicist, Janine, agreed but only if you could steal a player the next night for your show. So... everyone was happy.

You were staying in the Royal York, a gorgeous old hotel right across from the arena where you would be attending the game and playing your show. The staff seemed nice and they were able to bring all your luggage to your room no problem. When you got to the hotel room, there was a box on the bed with a card beside it. You drop your purse and open the card.

ANGL, We are so pleased you will be joining us for our game against the Anaheim Ducks tonight. As a token of our appreciation for your work and talent, we hope you will wear this bedazzled and signed Joseph Woll jersey. We are excited to see you at the game. ~ Leafs Management

You smile and open the box. Just like the card said, there is a bedazzled blue Leafs home jersey. Of course you decide to wear it. How could you say no?

The gossip between you and Iris continues as you get ready for the game together. Normally WAGs don't wear their man's jersey or sit in the front row, but Iris wasn't going to make you do all the fan stuff on your own. She put on her jersey, reading Nylander 88 on the back, and a pair of crisp blue jeans to match.

"He did what?" Iris' jaw drops as you nod, finishing your makeup. "Seriously, I can't believe you didn't leave him sooner... What an asshole. Telling you to lose weight because it would be bad for him to have a fat girlfriend? He's just self conscious he couldn't lift you up at Disney". You let out a giggle at that comment. You see Iris check her watch in the mirror and she says, "Shit, girl, you need to change. We're gonna be late and I told Willy I'd get you there for warm ups".

"Perfect timing, because makeup is done," you swipe the last bit of lipgloss on your lips and put the tube in your purse. Iris hands you the jersey. It fits well. Kinda oversized, which you like. You fix your hair and sigh. You didn't even look up who this Woll guy is. What if he's some controversial guy who has a criminal record and is barely being kept out of jail? What if he beats his girlfriend?

"Come on, Y/N, we need to go!" Iris yells from the other room. You slip on your black leather platform boots and grab your purse, following Iris out the door.

Scotia Bank Arena is already bouncing with excitement when you arrive. The Leafs are all on the ice and skating around, warming up. You take your seat and number 88 immediately comes up to the boards, waving at Iris. She waves back and then points to you. You wave and smile. That must be William. He waves and mouths "nice to meet you" before blowing a kiss at Iris and skating away.

Thirty seconds later, another guy, number 23, comes up to the board. He waves at Iris and shoots you a wink before continuing on his way. You laugh at the gesture and ask Iris, "Who was that?". "Matthew Knies. Young guy, very nice. I can introduce you if you want..." Iris shrugs against you and wiggles her eyebrows. "Stop that," you playfully hit her thigh. Then, you hear a horn. The game is starting.

The game is exciting. Leafs score. Leafs powerplay. Offside. Ducks score. Leafs score. Leafs score. Ducks penalty. Icing. Fight. Leafs score. Two minutes to the end of the 3rd and its 4-1 Leafs. The arena is buzzing. Your leg is bouncing and you are holding Iris' hand for dear life.

The whistle blows and the man over the speakers shouts, "We forgot to mention a little surprise for all you music lovers in the crowd tonight. Please give a warm Toronto Maple Leafs welcome to popstar, ANGL!". The crowd roars as the camera pans to you and Iris. You wave and blow kisses up to it, smiling sweetly.

The Leafs goalie turns to look at you while tapping his stick on the ice as if to clap before getting into position for the face off. This is exciting. Ducks empty net. Pumped up crowd and thirty second left in the game. The ref drops the puck and the Ducks captain wins the faceoff, shooting it at the goal. The goalie males the save and there is a path. He gives it a good hit and it travels down the ice, into the Ducks net. The whistle blows signalling the game is over and the announcer says, "Leafs win 5-1 annnndddddd Joseph Woll with his first goal of the season, unassisted!". The arena erupts in cheers and you even hear people chanting "And after allllllll, you're my Joseph Wolllllllll" (like Wonderwall by Oasis).

The rest of the Leafs line up to give the goalie, or Woll, a hug before they all file off the ice. You get up to leave but Iris tells you, "No, wait, we have to see who are the three stars of the game," so you sit back down. The announcer begins, "And now, your stars of the game! Third star of the game, from your Toronto Maple Leafs, number 88, William Nylander," the crowd cheers and Iris jumps up and down, screaming. William skates onto the ice and gives his stick to a young boy in the front row across the ice from the bench.

"Second star of the game, from the Anaheim Ducks, number 11, Trevor Zegras". There is very little applause from the audience and Zegras doesn’t even come on the ice. "Finally, the first star of the game, from you Toronto Maple Leafs, number 60 Joseph Woll." The crowd cheers again and Woll skates onto the ice. He turns towards you and smiles, tossing his stick over the glass to give you. He mouths "nice jersey" and skates away.

You can feel your cheeks heat up and you look at Iris, whose mouth is hanging open. "What?" you ask her. "Nothing, nothing. Just seems like a song worthy moment, you know?". You laugh. Maybe it is. All you know is you'll be going to a lot more hockey games from now on.

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[ilyasorokinn]

a change would do you good , erik johnson

note, ej signing with a different team is old news atp but I didn't finish this fast enough last year. this was at first supposed to go up after the trade, then I didn't make it so I decided, more recently, what better time than his 1000 game milestone, and that didn't work... so now it's here! and it's so late! but what else is new right? another note, i was inspired to add one scene after seeing this video of sharkie with erik karlsson's kid. check it out if you want, it's cute. last note, this fic is part of the "life with the johnsons" series, so check out this masterlist for more. pair, erik johnson x reader summary, after 13 years, all good things must come to an end. warnings, kids/children, pain and sadness (it's sad in the beginning but it gets happier towards the end) word count, 1908 words

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January 2023, 7 months till UFA

You knew your husband well enough to know something was wrong. You could sense it. So, after you had tag-teamed bedtime, you found him sitting alone in your room.

"What's your deal?" You asked, making your way into the closet to change.

"What do you mean?" He asked, slipping a bookmark into the book he was reading so he could give you his full attention.

"I mean you've been acting weird all day, so spill." You plopped down next to him, looking up at him and waiting for him to answer your question. He opened his mouth, ready to give an answer but stopped, "What?" You pushed.

"What would you think about a move?"

"Like houses? I mean, I like this one. It's big enough for us and the backyard is-"

"No, not houses. States. Countries."

"Like, during off-season?" You were now even more confused than before.

"No, during the season." Your eyes widened as you finally understood what he was saying, "I'm a Free Agent after this season."

"They're not gonna sign you?"

"No, they do. I don't want to." He shook his head.

"You want to leave Colorado?" You were shocked at the words coming out of your mouth.

"13 seasons is a lot." He told you simply.

"You love Colorado." You didn't even know if the words you were saying were English.

"I do." He nodded, "It's time." Was all he said then turning off his light, a non-verbal way of telling you he didn't want to keep talking, so you respected it and turned off your lamp.

-

The next night, you were in the same position. You were getting ready for bed, the same topic from the night before had been floating around your head the entire time.

"Erik..." You called out. He turned to look at you from his sink through the mirror, "Can we at least talk about it? Do I get a say?"

"Of course." He nodded.

"What if I want to stay? My life is here, our friends are here!" You reminded him, slamming the tube of toothpaste on the counter.

"Okay, hey." He reached over, putting his hand on top of yours, "I know everyone we know is here, but don't you feel it? It's time." He nodded.

You looked up at him and could see the sincerity in his eyes, the longing behind them, "I need time." You told him, turning away from him and continuing to get ready for bed, unsure if you would even get sleep that night because your mind would be reeling with the fact that Erik was unhappy where he was.

-

A few days later, you and Erik finally sat down to finally talk things out. There were tears (from both parties), and after much arguing and weighing the pros and cons, you finally agreed.

It wasn't an easy decision. You were more worried about how Lila, Zach, and Ivy would take it. They had been born and had spent their whole lives in Colorado, so you were worried.

You wrangled the three of them into the living room and sat them down. Lila, ever so smart for her age, knew something was wrong. She had woken up in the middle of the night to get a glass of water and heard you talking at night once.

She didn't quite understand what you were talking about, but the tone of the conversation was enough for her to realize that something was wrong.

"We wanted to talk to you three about something." You started, subconsciously spinning your ring on your finger, a nervous habit of yours.

"It's something big." Erik continued, taking a breath as he tried to gather his thoughts, "So, you know how we live here because I play sticks here?"

"Yeah." The three of them nodded.

"Well, after this season, I'm going to sign with another team." You watched with bated breath, each of their reactions. Ivy seemed to get it the quickest.

"We're moving away?" She asked, tears filling her eyes.

"After this season, yes." Erik nodded, his shoulders sagging at their reactions.

"I don't wanna move." Ivy was the first to start crying, and it set off a domino effect.

It took you and Erik almost an hour and a half to get the three of them to stop crying. Luckily, they had tired themselves out and ended up falling asleep.

You and Erik found yourselves on the couch, sharing a bottle of wine as you thought about how much change would be happening in the coming months.

"Do you think I'm making the right decision?" He asked, looking over at you.

"I can't answer that for you." You smiled sadly, shaking your head, "All I'll say is before you declare anything, make sure you're really sure about this."

-

June 2023, 1 month till UFA

Since your first conversation in January, you had talked about Free Agency briefly, and from those conversations, you gathered that Erik was sure about the move.

You talked to everyone. Coaches, Joe Sakic, Jared Bednar, the other members of the Avs organizations, teammates, and everyone else. Erik made sure the first person he told was Gabe because they were brothers.

You invited Melissa and Gabe over for dinner and were almost scared to tell them. In all the time you'd lived in Colorado, you had known the Landeskogs. They were family.

"So, what's with this special dinner?" Gabe asked, raising a brow at both of you as the meal came to a close.

"Well, we have some news." Erik looked over at you, and you gave him a reassuring nod and smile.

"You're pregnant?" Gabe guessed.

"No." You rolled your eyes.

"You know how my contract is up?" Erik began. While Mel still looked a little confused, a look of understanding fell on Gabe's face, and he nodded.

"You're not serious." He shook his head, covering his mouth in shock.

"I'm serious." He nodded.

"EJ..." He breathed out, standing up and pulling his friend into a long hug.

Mel stood up and did the same, coming over and wrapping you in a big hug, "I'm gonna miss my partner in crime." She joked, laughing tearfully.

"Me too." You smiled, squeezing her tighter.

When you gave them each a hug goodbye and shut the door, you turned to Erik, "You doing okay?"

"I don't know." You reached up and wrapped your arms around him, rubbing his back as he broke down in tears.

"It's okay." You whispered, kissing his head as he fell apart.

-

August 2023, 1 Month Post Free Agency

Before July 1st, you managed to tell everyone the news. Family, friends, teammates, colleagues, everyone. And they all shared pretty much the same reaction as Gabe and Mel.

For the kids, it took a while for them to really understand what was happening, but they quickly adapted and were excited to move to a new city.

The one thing they were upset about was not being able to see their best friend, Colorado Avalanche mascot, Bernie.

At every home game you could make it to, it was a tradition that you would find Bernie, and the kids would take a picture with him. Fans knew how much the kids loved him, and the team knew how much they loved him.

So, before you were planning to move, you, Erik, and the team put something together. Bernie would come over to your house and give them one last goodbye, and the media team would get some cute content.

The doorbell rang, and you looked up and could see through the window who was outside, "Who's at the door, guys?" You pulled out your phone and started recording, wanting to get their reactions.

"You wanna go see who's at the door?" Erik asked, "I think it's for you." He added. They knew not to answer the door by themselves unless you knew who it was, or you gave them the okay.

The kids looked confused, but the three of them made their way over to the door. They got a peek from through the glass beside the door of who it was and began jumping around, "Bernie!"

Bernie and Trixie were barking and jumping around. Erik quickly caught Ivy before she was toppled over by the dogs. He reached for the door handle, and both dogs rushed out, greeting the much larger dog.

"Bernie!" Lila and Zach ran towards him, giving him a big hug. He hugged them both and held out the presents in his arms for them. He handed each of them a giant rose, which they both clutched to their chest.

"Oh, my gosh!" You gasped, "What do you guys say?"

"Thank you, Bernie!" They both hugged him again. He patted them on the back before standing up and handing Ivy her own giant flower which was practically the same size as her.

"Thank you, Bernie." She giggled, wrapping her arms around the giant dog's neck.

You invited Bernie in, and together, all three kids showed him their playroom, letting him pretend to play with Barbies before they made their way outside to the giant playset.

He went between all three kids and pushed them on the swings, getting winded after going through the three of them in a row. By the end of the day, they were upset to see their favorite mascot go.

"Bye, Bernie." They each gave him one last hug, and Ivy even blew him a kiss like she did to Erik whenever she was up by the glass.

-

Arriving in Buffalo was no easy feat. Getting all three kids situated, and then getting yourselves situationed was a challenge, but you got it. When you got to Buffalo, you were greeted by Sabretooth, the Sabres' mascot, in the airport. He was holding a sign with all three kids' names on it.

They noticed, and immediately pointed it out when they saw it, "Do you guys remember who that is?" You asked, looking down at Ivy who was resting her head on your shoulder.

"Sabretooth." She answered, nervous as she looked at the mascot. It took some warming up to get used to Bernie, so you knew it would take some time before she got used to the new mascot.

"That's right." Sabretooth flipped the sign over, and it read 'Welcome to Buffalo, Johnsons!'.

"Thank you, Sabretooth." Erik was the first to hug the tiger, which would ease all the kids' nerves. Sabretooth gave him a big hug, before looking to Lila and Zach, who now looked more comfortable.

The twins looked at each other, communicating silently with their twin language, before looking back at the mascot and accepting his hug. Ivy, who now was more comfortable with the giant tiger, wiggled, signaling to you that she wanted to be let down.

You set her down, and she followed after her older siblings and joined in on the hug. Eventually, the three of them were all talking to Sabretooth and telling him all about their plane ride.

You and Erik watched a few steps behind them, and your heart warmed. You looked over at Erik, and wrapped an arm around his waist, "So, how do you feel now?"

"It's gonna take some getting used to." He said, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

"But, we're gonna make it work. We always do." You reminded him.

"Like we always do." He repeated with a nod.

-

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can't stop thinking about this version of them...

ed joining a local bunny owners facebook group and becoming online friends with stede, before eventually working up the nerve to tell stede that after all the funny and ridiculous stories he's shared about arthur, ed is dying to meet him. stede is very enthusiastic about the idea.

when ed shows up at stede's house the next day, everything seems more neat and tidy than it usually is in stede's pictures. stede himself seems far more pretty in person too. stede excitedly takes him to arthur's large x-pen where arthur is busy gnawing on the pen and pushing and pulling it with his teeth. he's so tiny it's really funny to see all this energy coming out of such a small creature.

when he looks up and sees ed, he runs to the back of his pen to a covered area with his bed, and watches them, on alert.

"sorry he's not very friendly..." stede says sadly.

"'s okay. I know the breed tend to be skittish," ed replies, sitting down next to the pen. stede sits down next to him and starts talking about the bunny shenanigans arthur's been up to today. ed responds in kind telling stede all about the cute and silly and naughty things daisy's been up to, and he shows stede a million pictures and videos on his phone.

arthur eventually comes out of his bed area and takes a drink at his water bowl. stede sticks his fingers into the pen and arthur goes over to him and lays his head down and stede pets his forehead. arthur melts a little at the pets.

"aww, he really likes you," ed says softly.

"it was quite a journey. poor little guy was rescued from a horrible breeder situation after there was a fire. he was incredibly distrustful of people, very nippy. the shelter I was at said they didn't know what they were going to do with him. so I took him home right then and there. I didn't know anything about rabbits. I'd gone there planning on getting a dog. I had to keep him in a crate for the first few nights before I got my hands on an x-pen and some proper bunny supplies. but, well, you learn fast when you introduce a 3-pound ball of fluff and rage into your home... but we got through it. getting him neutered once he was old enough did help a lot. and now... well, he's still standoffish and a bit of a criminal, but he's warmed up to life here. the first time I saw him binky, and then the first time I saw him flop over in front of me... I wouldn't trade those moments for anything."

"yeah... daisy wasn't a total hellbunny, luckily. and I had prep time. fang said she was surrendered by a family who realized they couldn't take care of a rabbit. apparently she was a birthday present for twin six-year-old girls--"

stede grimaced.

"yeah, I know, right? she freaked out a lot initially, but she's chilled out since. she prefers to laze around than cause chaos. I'll lay down on the floor and then she'll lay down on the floor by me and I'll pet her... that's really nice... she's so small and I'm so big... and other people have mistreated her in the past but she's always excited to see me, and she'll flop over and close her eyes and let me pet her and she knows I'll never hurt her--" ed got choked up all of a sudden and couldn't keep talking. he inhaled deeply and tried not to cry. stede put his hand on ed's shoulder.

"oh ed... of course she knows you'll never hurt her. you're so lovely and kind, and you take such good care of her. she knows she's safe with you."

this made ed let out a big sob. arthur froze initially and then leaned forward towards ed.

"oh, ed, no, I--" stede started, as ed started crying. "oh dear, I didn't mean to make you cry more! please stop, I, I'm sorry, I don't know what-- edward, please--"

ed tried to slow his breathing down, and came to realize that stede was holding him. he looked down, and saw arthur sticking his nose out of the x-pen at him.

ed slowly brought his fingers close to arthur's eyes, then his nose. he laid his head down, and ed pet him.

"wow..." stede whispered. "that's amazing... he's never warmed up to someone so fast. it took alma multiple visits of feeding him treats for him to let her pet him..."

ed gently stroked arthur from his nose to his forehead. "wow..."

"you're a bunny whisperer, ed."

"pfft. naw. he just wants to assert his dominance as the alpha bun around here. in case I ever come back."

"we'd love to have you back."

"me and daisy will have to have you over first."

"you think they'll get pissed when we come home smelling like different bunnies?"

ed snickered. "maybe. how dare we, really, come home smelling like another bunny. we're monsters."

"the worst kind," stede said, giggling with him.

"but hey... maybe one day they'll meet. and recognize that smell."

"and then they'll start fighting."

"maybe... or maybe they'll realize, 'hey this other bunny is really cool! maybe we could be friends!'"

"I wish! I feel so bad leaving arthur alone, but he seems like he likes being a solitary bun. I'd be worried about him rejecting all other rabbits."

"I feel bad leaving daisy alone too... I have a feeling she'd like a friend."

"maybe she would. maybe they could be friends."

"that'd be nice."

"real nice."

so modern au ed. his employee/buddy(?) fang volunteers at an animal rescue in his free time, and he's always talking about how they have too many animals, and not enough people who seriously want to foster or adopt. and after months of extremely subtly dropping hints to ed about animal companionship and the joys of pet ownership, ed agrees to visit the rescue and see if any of the animals speak to him.

he doesn't like dogs, well, it's not like that exactly. he's met fang's dogs before and they're lovely. he likes dogs when they belong to other people. but they tend to bark and shout at random intervals, and ed doesn't like the idea of a housemate whose favorite hobby is screaming. so he goes in there looking for a cat.

but none of the cats really speak to him. they're cute, sure, but... none of them catch his fancy. and then fang takes him to a room at the back of the rescue, filled with pens that have 1-3 rabbits in them.

in the smallest pen is a lone, tiny little white rabbit with black eyeliner, chewing on the metal bars. it stops and looks up at him.

"that's daisy," fang said. "we got a call about a white rabbit about a month ago and I went and got her. she's not been that friendly with the other rabbits, even though everyone here is spayed and neutered. hence her own little pen."

ed crouched down, and daisy stuck out her nose to sniff at him. "why's she got eyeliner?"

"she's a dwarf hotot. that's just how they look."

"wicked."

daisy hopped to her water bowl and had a drink.

"can I foster her?" ed asked, barely above a whisper.

"sure!"

fang gets ed some reading on bunnies and after about two weeks ed's built a space that he hopes will make daisy very, very happy.

daisy is nervous at first, in ed's home. fang's getting 10 calls a day asking if this or that behavior is normal. ed spends all the time he can with her. he stops working extra-long days because he feels bad leaving daisy alone. slowly, she starts to come out of her shell. she explores more around his house. he sees her binky for the first time, and then flop over for the first time and fully close her eyes. she nudges him for pets. she'll be lying in the corner of her pen and then immediately get up when ed comes home.

after about a month or two of fostering, ed asks if he can adopt her. fang, overjoyed, gives him a big hug, and says of course he can adopt her, fang couldn't think of a better person to adopt her.

maybe this even leads into him joining a bunny owners group, and meeting stede, a bitchy adorable man who owns a bitchy adorable netherland dwarf.

trying to get arthur and daisy to bond ends up being easier than expected...

[cyberstrm]

-> sweet and scarred

dr greg house x gn!reader

cws: mentions of surgery, healed surgical scars, house being house, slightly spicy making out

a/n: mouse bites

you watched greg get changed while you sat in his giant double bed. you had just got back from your seventh date, and things were going very well. he was funny, kind, with a hint of angst which definitely intrigued you. you'd met through your friend Allison, who had invited you to a charity drive for the hospital she worked at, and met greg. although she had warned against involving yourself with him, you couldn't help it, and the next thing you knew, you were going on dates with your friends boss and slowly but surely, falling for him.

"you alright?" greg's voice cut through the silence, now in a tshirt and joggers. he limped to the edge of the bed, but didn't sit down.

"y-yeah, sorry. just lost in thought." you replied, smiling. you started taking your jacket off, slightly nervous. "thanks for letting me stay the night"

"what kind of gentleman would i be if i let you walk home in the rain?" he asked rhetorically. "here, you can sleep in this"

he chucked an oversized grey tshirt at you.

"thank you," you smiled.

"i'll be on the couch," greg mumbled, "goodn-"

"stay," you said quickly, unsure where your confidence had come from. "i-if that's okay," you felt your cheeks grow hot.

"sure" he replied, wondering round to the other side of the bed and lying down. "you can get changed, i promise i won't look," he shut his eyes with a comical and exaggerated squeeze.

you chuckled, and quickly stripped and slid into the tshirt. you chucked your clothes to the floor, making a mental reminder to not forget them tomorrow. as you changed, you ran a hand over your stomach, feeling the scar tissue under your palm.

truthfully, the reason you had attended the charity drive for the hospital with allison was because two years ago that hospital saved your life. the emergency surgery you required had left you with a large abdominal scar. you felt quite neutral about it, but when it came to dating and intimacy, it was a source of anxiety.

you laid on your side, looking at greg, who still had his eyes shut.

"you can open them now" you giggled. greg blinked his eyes open, and turned in bed to face you. his eyes scanned you, lingering at your bare legs.

"suits you," he mumbled, not taking his eyes off you.

you were both silent for a few moments, before greg moved his hand and gently put it on your waist. his thumb stroked your skin affectionately, making your stomach flutter. his hand wondered, first to your ass, then back up to your hips, waist, lower stomach. as he inched towards the scar, you flinched.

"don't," you muttered, grabbing his hand.

greg's eyes narrowed, and you saw a flicker of his diagnostic curiosity in his steely eyes.

"why" he asked, but his hand didn't move or continue moving upwards. you could tell he wasn't asking 'why' because he wanted to overstep your boundaries, or was angry that you hadn't let him explore, it was more that he was just incredibly nosey.

"because i said so," you laughed, moving his hand and placing it gently back to your waist.

greg sighed. "i know you had surgery"

"what?" you replied, suddenly feeling quite exposed. "how-"

"i searched your medical records," you replied bluntly.

"wh- you what? jesus, that's such an invasion of my privacy!" you exclaimed, sitting up. you felt anger burning in your chest. maybe allison was right, maybe you shouldn't have got involved.

"i'm sorry, force of habit" he said casually, still lying down. when you didn't reply, he sighed again. "but you're right. it was an invasion of your privacy. i'm sorry."

you took a deep breath. at least he already knew, which saved you the effort of explaining. besides, allison had warned you, and it's not like your medical records were that interesting besides your surgery.

"it's okay. just...ask next time. don't go digging around."

you lay back down, facing him.

"you don't have to hide it," he said, looking into your eyes.

"hide what?"

he rolled his eyes. "your scar,"

you blushed, both from not getting what he meant and the idea of him not caring was both incredibly sexy and incredibly nerve wracking. you didn't say anything.

"i'll show you mine if you show me yours." he smirked. you thought for a moment, and nodded.

you both sat up, and he rolled up his joggers on his left leg. on his thigh was a shallow pit, like part of it had been scooped out. it was a slightly different shade that the rest of his skin. you could see the stitch scars, little dots circling the wound.

"wow..." you mumbled to yourself.

"you definitely can't beat me in the 'ugly scar' competition." he teased.

"it's not ugly, greg. it's a scar. can i..?" you nodded towards it, moving your hand towards his leg.

he thought for a moment. "be...be gentle." he said quietly. you'd never seen anyone look so vulnerable.

you caressed it gently, running your fingertips along the scar. you could hear him breathing shakily, and pulled away.

"thank you, for showing me." you whispered. you laid back down and leant on your elbow, and greg followed, looking slightly frazzled.

"give me your hand," you asked, and he did. you gently lead it up your shirt, and onto your stomach, where the scar was. you removed your hand and let him roam freely. he slowly lifted your shirt, and you were left unable to hide anything.

he leant down and kissed your scar, repeatedly. up and down the raised flesh, softly and with purpose. he kissed your entire stomach, down to your hips, and back up to the scar. you felt breathless, and if you weren't blushing hard before, you definitely were now.

"so beautiful," he mumbled to himself between kissing your skin.

he stopped and raised his head, before kissing your lips. he wasn't rough but he certainly wasn't gentle. he was hungry for your lips. before you knew it, you were straddling him, kissing him heatedly.

his hands gripped your hips, thumbs circling your skin gently. he occasionally stroked your scar, letting you get used to his touch.

you pulled away, breathless.

"w-we should probably get some sleep." you panted, looking at his bedside clock that read '1:56 am'.

he lightly grabbed your neck and pulled you in for one last kiss, before you hopped off and laid down.

"night, greg,"

"g'night."

[zeroseuniverse]

We'll Figure It Out, Together.

Word Count: 481 Summary: "I don't know. It's just... sometimes I get scared. What if I'm not enough? What if love isn't what I think it is?" Pairing: Jaehyun X Fem Reader

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Jaehyun sat in the dimly lit café, the gentle hum of conversations around him blending with the soft tunes playing in the background. His eyes were focused on the cup of coffee in front of him, the steam rising in delicate spirals, but his mind was elsewhere—on her.

His girlfriend, a quiet and introspective person, sat across from him, her fingers tracing the rim of her own cup. She had a way of looking at him that made his heart flutter—a calm certainty, even though she was often unsure of herself.

"I think I can love you," she said suddenly, breaking the silence.

Jaehyun's eyes snapped up, startled by her words. She wasn't looking at him, but at the window, watching the rain tap against the glass. She was always more introspective when the weather was like this—gray and soft, reflective.

"What do you mean?" he asked, his voice gentle.

She hesitated, then met his gaze, her eyes soft yet conflicted. "I don't know. It's just... sometimes I get scared. What if I'm not enough? What if love isn't what I think it is?"

Jaehyun smiled softly, leaning back in his chair. The warmth of the room contrasted the coolness of the rain outside, and he could almost feel his heart warming, just being in her presence. "I think I know what you're saying."

She raised an eyebrow. "Do you?"

"Yeah," Jaehyun said with a quiet confidence. "I think love is like... discovering something new about someone every day, even when you're already close. And even if you're scared, you're willing to be there for them. For us."

She blinked, her expression softening. "So you're saying... even when we don't know for sure, it's worth trying?"

"Exactly," he replied, his voice steady, but his heart a little faster than usual. "And besides, I think I can love you. I don't know when or how, but I can feel it in small moments, like this one. Sitting here with you."

She looked at him, eyes wide with something between hope and disbelief. "You think so?"

Jaehyun nodded, his gaze earnest. "I know so."

Her lips curled into a tentative smile, a mixture of relief and happiness washing over her. Jaehyun reached out, gently taking her hand in his, offering her the kind of assurance she had longed for. "You don't have to be sure. We’ll figure it out. Together."

The words lingered in the space between them, and in that moment, it felt like everything—everything they could be, everything they were—was possible.

As the rain continued to fall outside, Jaehyun's heart swelled with a quiet certainty. In that moment, he realized that love wasn’t about grand declarations or perfect timing. It was in the small, shared moments—the way her fingers lightly brushed against his or the way she smiled after his reassurance.

And maybe, just maybe, that was all the certainty they needed.

[nameless-jamie]

Hi, I absolutely love your PA series! And I'm craving some jealous Jamie :) Could you maybe write something like that? 🫣 Maybe Edwin Akufo or Shandy make a comeback and try to stirr shit up for the team? Thanks 🤭

A Nice Guy

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Jamie Tartt x fem! PA reader

TW: cursing, suggestive scenes

Being Jamie Tartt’s PA meant dealing with a lot of things—his ridiculous schedule, his forgotten appointments, and the occasional existential crisis when he’d suddenly decided he had to go on a juice cleanse and then immediately regret it.

What it didn’t include?

Dealing with a jealous Jamie Tartt. That wasn't in the job description.

But here he was, sitting stiffly across the room, jaw clenched, arms crossed so tightly across his chest it looked like he was physically holding himself back from doing something stupid.

Which, to be fair, was likely.

His glare was locked onto Y/N like she had personally offended him.

Which was insane, because all she’d done was laugh at something Ewin Akufo's assistant, said.

It was a post-match event—some fancy dinner, media, sponsors, the usual. Edwin Akufo was there again, this time he was scouting players from the other team, Westham United, and his assistant and 'hand-shake-guy' Francis was with him. Y/N and him have started a great conversation, both having very eccentric and needy bosses, that's why they kind of bonded. He also bought her a drink.

Jamie had played brilliantly, scoring two goals and basically running circles around the other team. He should’ve been basking in the attention, flashing that cocky grin at every camera in sight.

Instead, he was a table with some Richmond players...sulking.

Y/N caught his eye across the bar, raising an eyebrow. What’s your problem?

Jamie just stared.

Isaac, sitting next to him, nudged his arm. “Mate, you alright? You look ready to kill that man.”

Jamie exhaled sharply through his nose. “Fine.”

He was not fine.

Because Y/N was still smiling at Edwin Akufo's assistant—Franky something?—Jamie did not know his name. Edwin Akufo was the enemy and therefore this guy was too. Especially because he was talking to her like she was the most fascinating person in the world. And Jamie hated it....him.

"Oh, no Edwin is here? That is going to be a weird night," Sam interrupted his thoughts. "Uhm guys, why is Jamie staring down Edwin's assistant Francis?"

"Jamie's jealous because that guy's talking to Y/N," Isaac smirked at Sam and the whole situation, knowingly.

"Ah, I see... I mean Francis is a smooth guy," Sam said, having fun in riling up Jamie some more.

And Jamie was not having it.

She was his.

Wait—no. Not his his. But, like… his. Kind of.

She worked for him. She spent more time with him than anyone else. She put up with his antics, laughed at his jokes, rolled her eyes at his stupidity in a way that made Jamie’s chest go all warm and stupid.

And now some random bloke thought he could just—what? Make her laugh? Charm her?

Not happening.

Jamie stood up so fast his chair scraped against the floor. Isaac and Sam barely had time to react before Jamie was already moving, striding toward Y/N with a forced, polite smile.

“Oi, who the fuck are you, then?”

Francis looked up, blinking in surprise. “Oh, Mr. Tartt. My name is Francis. Y/N has told me a lot about you. Great game tonight, man.”

Francis put out his hand for one of those manly handshakes. Jamie looked at Y/N and she gave him that warning 'be nice' look.

So, Jamie played nice and gave him a hand. And fuck that handshake really was smooth as fuck. He was a smooth motherfucker, fucking prick.

"Well, Jamie. You are lucky you have such a beautiful assistant like Y/N." Francis said, about to put an arm on Y/N's shoulder.

"Ain't I a lucky guy, huh? Y/N's actually pretty busy, so we have to leave now." Jamie ignored his antics to start a conversation completely, eyes locked on Y/N as he tugged at her wrist. “You ready to go, love?”

Y/N sighed, clearly catching on. “Actually Jamie—”

But he was already tugging her away, ignoring Francis's confused stare. He didn’t stop until they were near the entrance, away from the crowd.

Y/N yanked her arm free, stepping back to face him. “Okay, what’s wrong with you? I had a great conversation with him. I also have your schedule memorized and we both have the rest evening off, so...”

Jamie scoffed. “Me? What’s wrong with me? Nah, what’s wrong with you?”

She crossed her arms. “Oh wow, great argument, Shakespeare. Real convincing. Please, elaborate!”

Jamie ran a hand through his hair, frustrated. “Why were you even talkin’ to him?”

Y/N blinked. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me.”

She let out a short laugh. “Jamie. It was a conversation. That’s what people do at events. I can talk to whoever I want.”

Jamie scowled. “Yeah, well, he was definitely flirting with you.”

Y/N tilted her head. “And that bothers you because…?”

Jamie hesitated. “’Cause…”

Because you’re mine.

But he couldn’t say that.

Instead, he muttered, “He’s a dick. You know he's Akufo's assistant so he's probably proper evil, like his boss.”

Y/N huffed a quiet laugh. “That’s your reason?”

Jamie doubled down. “Yeah. That. And—uhhh— Sam was also proper mad at you, because of his thing with Akufo and all stuff.”

Man, oh, man. Jamie used to be so much better at lying... Sam Obisanya mad, at her? Yeah, right.

“Jamie.” Y/N pinched the bridge of her nose, exhaling. “You can’t be serious.”

“I am serious,” Jamie shot back, stepping closer. “What could he possibly have to say that’s so funny?”

Y/N bit the inside of her cheek, realizing he wasn’t going to let this go. “It wasn’t even that funny, Jamie.”

Jamie threw his hands up. “Exactly!”

Y/N shook her head, watching him. He was all riled up, eyes bright with frustration, jaw tight.

And she realized—this wasn’t just annoyance.

This was jealousy.

Jamie Tartt, jealous.

Something about that sent a thrill down her spine.

She crossed her arms, tilting her head. “You do know I talk to men all the time, right?”

Jamie’s lips pressed into a thin line. “Yeah, but not like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like you were actually enjoying it.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “Oh, so I’m not allowed to enjoy conversations now?”

Jamie pointed at her. “Not with him.”

Y/N huffed a laugh, shaking her head. “You are ridiculous.”

Jamie scoffed. “Yeah, well, you—” He stopped, exhaling sharply, hands going to his hips as he looked at the floor. Then, quieter, he muttered, “I just don’t like seein’ you with people that think they can have you, alright?”

Y/N froze.

Jamie noticed.

Y/N blinked at him, Jamie’s words hanging between them.

'I just don’t like seein’ you with people that think they can have you, alright?'

For a second, neither of them said anything. Jamie had that look—like he’d said something too real, something that made his chest feel all tight and uncomfortable. Y/N knew him well enough to see it, to recognize the way he immediately started backtracking in his own head.

So, of course, she had to make it worse.

She smirked, tilting her head. "Jamie Tartt, are you jealous?"

Jamie scoffed, arms crossing over his chest. "No."

"You so are."

"I’m not," he insisted, but his ears were turning red.

Y/N grinned. "Oh my God, you’re actually jealous."

Jamie exhaled sharply, shaking his head. "Nah, see, I’m just lookin’ out for you."

"Looking out for me?"

"Yeah," Jamie said, a little too quickly. "’Cause, like, you deserve better, don’t ya?"

Y/N raised an eyebrow. "Better than a nice, normal guy who wanted to talk about my work and buy me a drink?"

Jamie made a face. "Nice is just another word for boring, and you ain’t boring, are ya?"

Y/N hummed, pretending to consider it. "Hmm. So what you’re saying is, I should be with someone... exciting? Like an astronaut, huh?"

Jamie rolled his eyes. "I’m sayin’ you shouldn’t be wastin’ your time on a prick who works for someone like Akufo. And who doesn’t even know that you hate red wine."

Y/N’s smirk faltered.

Jamie caught it, but instead of panicking, he leaned in slightly, lowering his voice. "Yeah. Thought so."

She narrowed her eyes at him. "You are unbelievable."

"And yet," Jamie grinned, all cocky now that he had the upper hand again, "you’re still standin’ here talkin’ to me instead of goin’ back to your nice, normal bloke."

Y/N exhaled, shaking her head. "Well, I would go back, but unfortunately, my very high-maintenance boss decided to have a full-blown tantrum over it."

Jamie pressed a hand to his chest, gasping dramatically. "Me? A tantrum? That’s slander, that is."

Y/N laughed, shoving his arm. "Whatever. I’m going to get a drink."

Jamie grabbed her wrist before she could walk away, his grip loose but warm. "I’ll get it for ya."

Y/N raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Making up for ruining my night?"

Jamie smirked. "Nah. Just makin’ sure no one else tries to."

And maybe Y/N should’ve called him out on it, pointed out the way his jealousy kept creeping into everything he said. But instead, she just smiled, letting him hold onto her wrist for a second longer than necessary before pulling away.

"Alright, then, Tartt," she said, glancing at the bar. "Surprise me."

Jamie grinned. "Oh, you’re in for it now, love."

And maybe neither of them were saying what they really meant. But they were still enjoying the tension.

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Untitled S.W.A.T and 911 fic

So I never post fanfiction, but a friend told me to be brave so here goes - This takes place right after season one starts for 911, but only mentions Tommy. I'm not sure where it takes place for S.W.A.T. I'm only in season 2 of that show.

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Luca looked out the window. He was in a parked car with Rocker and they had been trailing a suspect that they hoped would lead to who they were really after. He quickly looked towards Rocker, who was just sitting there staring out the window. He had been mostly quiet the whole day and it was starting to freak him out. He didn't usually work with Rocker, but he knew he wasn't the strong silent type. He had noticed that since Rocker got back from his week off last week, he'd been quiet. Luca figured that something had happened, but he wasn't close enough to really ask Rocker about it. He had noticed Mumford giving him concerned looks a few times. Luca was sure that he knew what was up and that had been enough.

But spending the last couple of hours together and Rocker just sitting and only contributing work related conversation was getting on his nerves. He had promised himself, he would not ask, but he could no longer keep that promise.

He turned fully to Rocker and said "Hey man, you've been quiet today."

"Yeah." he replied.

"Is all okay?"

"Yeah, it's fine." Rocker replied. Luca held back a sigh and quickly looked out the window.

He turned back to Rocker and waited. Finally Rocker sighed and said "You know what, no it's not fine."

Luca kept quiet, giving Rocker his attention. He was now extremely curious what was going on. He replied "Well, whatever it is, I'm here man if you want to talk it out. But if not, that's cool." He didn't really mean that, it would not be cool. Luca just had to know what the hell had gotten into Rocker.

"I always knew I was adopted. My parents were great, but I had this hope to meet my birth parents." Rocker said quietly. "But when I was 13, my parents sat me down and they told me that I had been abandoned as a baby. That I would probably never know who my birth family was."

Rocker had been looking out the window as he said this, but now he looked at Luca. "As you can imagine, this was devastating to 13 year old me. I acted out for a while. But my parents really were great and they helped me through it. And I accepted that I would never know where I came from.

Luca looked at him again and said "that's rough." There has to more to it than just that though.

"Yeah, but 5 weeks ago, I ran into someone who looked exactly like me. That's how I found out I have a twin brother. I mean we did a DNA check to make sure that we didn't just look exactly alike, but yeah twins."

Luca stared at Rocker in shock and Rocker turned back to wait for their target to appear.

"Well what happened, was he also adopted?"

"Nope" Rocker said while emphasizing the p sound. "He didn't know about me and wasn't sure if he was also adopted. So we went to visit his dad and family. They live in Arizona. It turns out that his dad only wanted one kid, so that bastard drove me to L.A. and dropped me off and then went home. They kept my twin."

"Uhh.." Luca was completely speechless here.

"Yeah, but it turns out I was the lucky one. My sperm donor is an awful human being and I found out from one my new cousins, that he was the type of man that was a little too controlling with his wife and son. Apparently my mother wasn't given a choice on keeping both of us and she was too scared to speak up for herself. No one confirmed this, but I'm sure he was the type to hit his wife and kid."

Rocker looked at him again. "You should have heard the things he said to Tommy, the things he called him. Tommy's first reaction was to step back and he's as big as I am. But I was happy to see him step up again and stand up for himself. I let them both know that what he did with me was a crime and I was going to make sure he was charged with it.

"And you're brother is okay with that?" Luca asked.

"Yeah, he seemed thrilled."

Tommy and Luca both went back to watching the building. Luca wondered how long their target would be here. He was visiting his girlfriend, so it might be a while.

Rocker said a few minutes later. "I think Tommy's actually jealous of me. My parents are great. He does want to get to know me and I want to get to know him. I introduced him to my parents and they said that they'd like a chance to give him good parents. I think he doesn't trust it, but they've decided we are going to adopt him as well. And he can bring that one cousin of his that seemed cool. The rest can stay in Arizona."

"Wow, just wow." Luca finally said and then turned back to the front.

"Yeah, but my brother is great. He's a firefighter. In fact he's a firefighter pilot. Just moved from a regular fire station to one where he can fly helicopters. Pretty cool."

"That is cool, man." Wow, Luca thought again.

[gayofthefae]

She wasn't surprised. When he said "I love you". Her immediate reaction was not surprise.

I stand by what I said. She heard Will. She knew what was coming. She knew Will got Mike to an emotionally vulnerable state in one week she couldn't get him to for eight months even crying pleading. That if he could say it now, it was her.

She wasn't surprised. She knew it was coming.

So I stand by what I said. This look was dread.

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