#but the smack in the head came from being on twitter (another mistake) and seeing this applied to her dynamic with peridot???

[lgbtlunaverse]

So I made a Mistake and binged all of SU over the course of two days after seeing a handful of scattered episodes of it as a kid and like... I knew ahead of time that there was an unholy amount of discourse about it and coming out of the show I thought I'd succesfully identified all the controversial topics, only to come back to the internet get hit over the head with a giant mallet labeled "Lapis lazuli is an abuser"

[honeyoneyboyminho]

Stray Kids comforting their s/o

This is a new stray kids writing blog I've just created! Enjoy ^^

Bang Chan 

You were in the worst mood, you had finished a late shift that seemed to take a lifetime to end, it was past 3am and all you wanted to do was to crawl into the calming embrace of your boyfriend, but he was nowhere to be found. You understood that with being with an idol came hand in hand with lonely nights, but it still hurt sometimes when he couldn’t be there when you needed him. He hadn’t messaged you back all day and so once you had showered and got into bed you began worrying, he never forgot to send you a quick text when he was staying at the studio. Was he okay? Did something happen to one of his members? You were an over thinker and all rational thoughts had left you. After tossing and turning you got into a pair of Chan’s sweats and a hoodie and headed to the living room to wait for him, there was no way you were sleeping until he was back.

You let out a shaky breath you didn’t even realise you were holding as the door unlocked and your dishevelled boyfriend entered, dropping his bag and looking surprised to see you sitting waiting for him. As you made eye contact with him, he could tell something was wrong. ‘Chan…’ was all you could say before your emotions took over, relief flooding you in the form of hot tears fogging your vision. The next thing you knew he was kneeling on the floor in front of you giving you a once over with his eyes to see if you had hurt yourself anywhere. “What’s wrong baby? Why are you awake still? Did I worry you?” he began to ramble wiping away your tears with his soft fingers. You nodded and leant down placing your head into the crook of his neck. To this he sighed pulling you close enough to lift you into his arms and starting to walk to your room. “I’m sorry, I should have messaged or called I just lost track of time” he mumbled softly to you as he tucked you both under the covers of your warm bed. He kissed your forehead and linked your pinkie fingers together, to which, through teary eyes you looked at him slightly puzzled “I pinkie promise to never forget to call you and let you know I’m going to be late” he explained with a serious expression. “I never want to be the reason for your tears again”  

~The rest are under the cut~

Lee Minho

The whole day had been a whirlwind of emotions. The morning ran as smoothly as normal, you kissed your boyfriend goodbye as he left for dance practice and began the pile of schoolwork you had been set for the day. It was couple hours later, and you were glad to have stormed through it, having finished a good potion. So, you decided to take a well-deserved break opting for a quick snack and phone break. Opening your twitter, you were shocked to see Minho’s name trending number one worldwide and your notifications being in the thousands and rising. What could have happened? Your relationship wasn't public, and you were both very careful keeping it that way. Shaking slightly, you clicked on the trend to see pictures of you and Minho together, photos you had never seen before, photos that seemed to have been taken through the privacy of your own apartment’s living room windows. 

You shrieked in fear, dropping to the floor into a ball, scared if you were standing up anyone peering through the windows would be able to see you. what an invasion of privacy, taking photos of you in your own house. In panic you called Minho, he picked up after a singular ring. His voice was thick and stern as he instructed you to close all the curtains and check the door was locked and let you know he would be home as soon as he possibly could.

Once you had done all the things, he had told you to, you sat back at your desk figuring if you got back into work your mind would be taken up by that and not the overwhelming fear for your safety and worry about your relationship. One question kept running through your head, would you have to break up now that the world knew about you? Head in your hands you began to cry, fear and anxiety tipping over the brink. You weren’t sure how long you stayed there until suddenly you were enveloped into strong arms, the smell of you boyfriends cologne calming you instantly. He shifted you onto his lap your back still to him. His breathing was uneven as if he had been running. “I came as fast as I could. I’m so sorry this is happening” his soft voice murmured into the crook of your neck, delicately peppering kisses on it. You hiccuped as you turned to see his dark eyes on you watching you anxiously, he had never seen you cry before and it broke him. He moved a hand from being wrapped around you to the back of your head stroking it comfortingly. “I know what you’re thinking, we aren't going to have to break up. I’m not letting that happen” 

Seo Changbin

Hate comments didn’t usually affect you. You were comfortable in your skin, confident of your curves and you had worked a long time to build up this high self-esteem and self-worth. Yet after one too many late nights alone with changbin in the studio and with too much time on your hands you had nothing but social media to diffuse your boredom. This was a mistake; you knew that as soon as you felt hot tears fill your eyes as you looked at your thighs, your stomach, your hips. So many comments questioned as to why Changbin was with you, stated that you weren’t good enough for him and called you hideous names. Maybe they were right? Maybe  

As Changbin entered your apartment he knew right away that something was off, usually he was greeted by hugs and kisses no more than two steps in the door, no time to even to take his jacket off. But you weren’t there. He placed his shoes on the rack and walked straight to your bedroom. As he walked in to see you poking at your stomach in the bedroom mirror, tears in his eyes his heart shattered, within a second he was wrapping himself around you kissing you all over your face, salty tears and all.

As you hiccupped you said in a small voice “I’m s-sorry, I shouldn’t have r-read comments.” he shushed you with another peck on the forehead. “Nothing they say is true baby. You’re perfect and they’re just jealous of you” He guided you to your Livingroom and sat you down on the plush sofa, grabbing a blanket and pulling it over you. As he leaned back up to head into the kitchen, he had to laugh when you gave him little grabby hands begging for cuddles. “I’m just going to get us some snacks, silly. I’ll be right back” You spent the rest of the day in Changbin’s arms, every commercial break he would bury you in sweet compliments and kisses.

Hwang Hyunjin

You missed Hyunjin, he had been staying at the dorm for promotions so he could rest well with the others and perform his best. You understood this and it was even your idea to just facetime instead of letting him come over when he had a break, he needed his rest you had told yourself. It didn’t mean it wasn’t hard though. This particular day had dragged on, you felt sad, unmotivated and most of all just lonely.  

It was time for your nightly facetime call, but you hadn’t replied all day sparking worry in HyunJin, you never left it more than a couple hours to reply to him at least to let him know you were busy. After pacing his room for 20+ minutes a concerned Chan appeared and after hearing his worries sent him off to your apartment with a night off. He tried to call you and when there was no answer, he sent you a text letting you know he was on his way to see you and jumped into a taxi.  

The dishes hadn’t been washed the living room was unusually messy and your sobs could be heard from the hallway. He knew exactly what was going on and rushed into your shared bedroom dropping his coat on the sofa and kicking his shoes off. He crept into the room and let out a sigh as he saw you curled in bed sobbing your heart out.

“Hyunjinie, w-why are you h-here?” you managed to get out. As he tried to get into bed with you, you tried to push him back out. You tried but not very hard, wanting to let him hold you. His arms wrapped round your waist holding you tightly your head on his chest. You didn’t need to say anything for he already knew what had been wrong. “I missed you too baby, I'm here now” he whispered softly to you with a sweet smile which made your heart leap.

Han Jisung 

Your sibling had passed away. As the phone call from your heartbroken mother ended you dropped your phone to the floor with a smash and fell to your knees screaming sobs pouring from your chest, your emotional pain clouding your mind, so you didn’t even notice your knees smacking to the floor and starting to bleed. Jisung was sitting at his desk his headphones yet he heard you over the sound of the music he was mixing and the second he saw you he threw them off with force. He bolted from his seat sitting on the floor next to you not wanting to move you but as you saw him you gripped his shirt. When he asked you what had happened, you couldn’t muster your words all you could do was cry. You weren't sure how long you both sat there it could have been hours, but he didn’t make you move and didn’t ask what happened again he just held you.

From the day you had found out, the funeral and the days between had gone by at a painfully slow pace. Jisung had been leaving to practice at night so he didn’t get behind and let his members down and by day he was looking after you, sleeping with you in his arms as you cried, stroking your hair as you let it out and cooking meals even though your appetite was non existent.

Lee Felix

You were homesick, just like Felix your family was across the world. He had joined you for a facetime call with your sister and parents, sometimes you felt like they loved and missed him more than even you. It was all going well, you were laughing and joking when your sister couldn’t hold it in anymore and with a huge smile on her face announced to you both “I’m pregnant!” you screamed in delight as Felix cheered deeply beside you holding your hand in his. For the rest of the phone call you gushed to your sister and parents about babies and how excited you were for her but as soon as the camera turned off it hit you. You weren't going to be there. Your sister was hitting the biggest milestone and you were halfway across the world.  

“Baby?” he asked seeing your sullen face and glazed eyes. You shook your head in response and fell into him his arms which were already wide and waiting. Nothing needed to be said, there was a mutual understanding, he knew exactly how you felt. He kissed your forehead as he rocked you back and forth. Once you were calmer, he ran you a bath with candles and bubbles and when you came out feeling a little lighter, you were welcomed by the smell of your favourite baked goods sitting on the kitchen side waiting for you. Your flour covered boyfriend smiling hopefully at you, butter smeared on his face and cake mix on his shirt.

Kim Seungmin

Being a college student sometimes sucked, or more accurately usually sucked. You had come back from class with the weight of multiple deadlines laying on your shoulders. You had been studying for hours straight. Why didn’t it feel like you were getting anywhere? Page after page. No breaks. All you stopped to do was go to the toilet and make more coffee, it was going to be a long night.  

Seungmin knew school was important to you but he had never seen anyone this dedicated and work this hard. He was concerned, he knew you and knew you would reach your limit soon enough and so he headed over to your place after practice to be there when you did. He came prepared, your favourite snacks and energy drinks (even though he didn’t approve) and dinner from your go to date spot. As you opened the door of your apartment to him you broke, “Min, you came!” you said as you hugged him tears threatening to spill. He led you over to the kitchen island where he began to open the food, not listening to you when you told him you didn’t have time to eat. “I’ll force feed you if I have to” he joked popping a forkful of food into your open mouth.  

For the rest of the night he sat with you in his lap as you worked tirelessly, giving you back massages, feeding you sweets and making you take small breaks when it all got too much. You were so grateful for him.

Yang Jeongin

You had woken up from a nightmare with sweaty, shaking and struggling to breathe properly out of fear. Tears filled your eyes as you recounted what you had witnessed in your head, it was terrifying, Jeongin was gone forever. It didn’t help that Jeongin was no longer in bed with you as he had been when you first fell asleep. In high alert you wiped away your tears and went to find him. “Innie?” you called as you walked into the living room, he wasn’t there. “Innie? Baby?” you called louder this time and more urgently, you heart was pounding, the memory of the painful nightmare echoing in your head as you padded through the hall. This time he must have heard you as he walked out of the bathroom concern written on his sharp features. He was shocked as you walked straight up to him and throw your arms around him letting out a breath of relief.  

Once he had gotten you back into bed, a hot chocolate with extra marshmallows sitting on the bedside table beside you he listened to you tell the story of your nightmare, you wrapped protectively in his arms, safe. He would interrupt and point out parts that were extra unrealistic for dramatic effect to try and help you overcome it so you could sleep better, as you were drifting off he kissed you lightly on the cheek and whispered “I’m not going anywhere, you’re stuck with me”

-Ji <3

[flooffybits]

No, You’re Rosé

Idol: Park Chaeyoung & Jennie Kim (Blackpink)

There’s always been a reason why Jennie is the only one that calls Chaeyoung Rosie. But in reality, it’s not just Jennie and the girls will do whatever they can to tease them about it.

☕buy me a coffee☕

Fans often wondered why none of the other girls called Chaeyoung Rosie. It always looked like the name was exclusively Jennie’s and Jennie’s alone without any question.

Aside from being her girlfriend. it seemed that everyone just saw it as their thing given that neither Jisoo nor Lisa tried calling her by the same name.

But during their Twitter live, it seemed to have completely slipped the Aussie’s mind when she finally introduced herself. “Hey everyone, I’m Rosie an-”

Being out of frame, Jennie’s eyes widened with an amusing smile as she cut her girlfriend off while their friends did their best to hold back their laughter. “No, you’re Rosé.” The rapper cut in and Chaeyoung mentally cursed, her eyes widening as she slapped on a nervous grin.

“I’m Rosé.” She quickly corrected, making everyone finally burst into laughter as she felt heat rise to her cheeks and Jennie did her best to calm herself down whilst Lisa was already preparing to tease her friends as soon as the camera stopped rolling.

Chaeyoung knew she had screwed up with that little slip up, but Jennie sent her an assuring smile to tell her that it was okay and that she was more than capable of dealing with it.

But as they finally wrapped up the live, Lisa burst into another bout of laughter when Jisoo playfully pushed her younger member’s shoulder. “Yah, yah! Chaeyoung-ah, you’re in so much trouble!” They laughed when Jennie took her girlfriend’s hand and gave it a squeeze.

Chaeyoung buried her face to the shorter woman’s shoulder, groaning quietly while the latter patted her head. “Oh, come on. It was a mistake. No one else is going to call you that except me.” She stated confidently, making Lisa snort.

“And the sulking pup that also happens to be your girlfriend?” She gestured to you, sitting behind one of their managers with a pout evident on your features, making both your girlfriends coo.

“Like I said, I’ll handle it. No offense babe.” Chaeyoung whined as Jennie parted from the group to go and fetch you whilst she was left with Lisa and Jisoo’s clowning.

She knew how you really liked her name. It was one of the reasons she often fell for roses as well. The way you would constantly describe her name, how elegant and beautiful it was. It would always echo in her head whenever she saw the flowers, which was what eventually made her fall for them as well.

“Hello angel! What are you doing all the way here?” Jennie cooed as she reached you, quickly claiming your lap as her arms wrapped around your neck. “I thought you wanted to see me and Rosie.” She proclaimed and your pout grew worse at the name.

“I did, but now I wanna go home.” You mutter, causing the older girl to pout along with you. “But we told you we were going on a date, remember? How can we do that if our little angel wants to go home?” She shot back while cupping your cheeks and you struggled to think of a response with how adorable she was being.

Though admittedly, she was very close to caving in with just how equally cute you were being.

“Come on, angel, what Rosie said was an accident. You know no one else is allowed to call her that.” She assures you before another body came squeezing you from the side, arms wrapping around you and your smaller girlfriend.

Chaeyoung was already looking at you with her best puppy eyes and pressing kisses to your cheek. “Baby, I swear, I didn’t mean it! It just slipped because I kept thinking about you and Nini with how excited I am for our date.” The lavender haired woman explained while Lisa cackled from the back.

“Whipped.”

But Jennie had thrown a random crumpled up tissue at her friend and signaled for the two to shut up, prompting the eldest to roll her eyes. “Oh, please, you can’t deny how you would do anything for Y/n.”

“Shush, we’re trying to make up.” Chaeyoung scolded before she was cupping your cheeks and making you face her.

She melted at the expression you wore before pecking your lips and then leaving another kiss to your forehead. “I promise, nobody calls me Rosie except you and Jennie, okay?” She clarifies. “That name is exclusive for only my two babies.”

“What if I started calling you Rosie?” Lisa teased, this time earning a glare from the woman on your lap as she pointed a finger at the maknae. “Don’t you dare.”

But Chaeyoung had ignored her best friend as she kept staring at you with pleading eyes and you pouted even more before letting out a sigh, nodding in defeat before her entire face lit up.

“But if I see anyone calling you Rosie that isn’t Jennie, no kisses.” You state while pointing at her nose and she nodded profusely. “I promise, only you and Jennie are allowed to call me that. Anyone who tries gets their butts kicked.”

“Yes, Lisa, that includes you.” Jisoo cracked up at the offended look on the said woman’s face before Jennie finally got to her feet and offered you a hand, kissing your cheek when you took it and Chaeyoung clung to your other arm.

“If I remember correctly, I have a date with my favorite girls and I’d very much love to spend some alone time to spoil them.” Jennie stated happily before Lisa gave her a light smack on the arm. “Oh, unnie, you should have informed me sooner. I would have dressed in nicer clothes.” The Thai woman teased and Jisoo nodded her head. “Sorry to you guys, but you have time to see each other.”

Jennie furrowed her brows at the pair, this time drawing laughter from you while Chaeyoung tugged at your hand. “Well, if Jennie wants to spend time with you guys, I think Y/n and I can think of better ways of spending our own alone time.” She joined in the teasing before Jennie reached over to pinch your other girlfriend’s cheek.

“We’re going. And by we, I mean Rosie, Y/n, and I. So we’ll see you at the dorm tomorrow.” Your older girlfriend clarified before pulling you two along, ignoring the pair’s protest whilst you and Chaeyoung giggled between yourselves.

When you get to the car, you waste no time pressing a kiss to both girls cheeks and then squeezing their hands. “You know we can head to the dorm after dinner, right?”

Chaeyoung rests her head on your shoulder when Jennie places a hand on your knee. “Of course, but it’s been a while since we had our own privacy.” She stated while tucking your hair behind your ear and shooting you a warm smile, one you happily return that it’s enough for her to peck your lips.

“There’s a bunch of stuff Jennie and I want to show you, so I hope you’re ready for a busy weekend.” Chaeyoung tells you while poking your cheek and despite earlier’s incident, the promise of spending more time with two of your favorite people was more than enough to keep a smile on your face.

[jawritter]

Broken Me..

Ch. 5

Summery: The Dallas Convention couldn't have come at a worse time for Jensen. His world fell apart earlier that morning, but was expected to just act like everything was normal. You and a friend were at the convention for her birthday. Life hasn't been that great for you either, but a forced meeting on stage changes two worlds. Will you be able to put this broken man back together again...

Series Warings: Cheating, shitty marriage, Danneel is a bitch, I unfortunately have to put that as a warning because some people tend to get turnt up about it if you don’t... Smut, Crying, Suiside Attempt, brief discription of suicide attempt and recovery, depression, hints of self loathing, language. I think that’s it... Suicide Trigger warnings will be placed over each chapter!

Chapter Warnings: Language, hint of possible mentally abusive marriage, hint of possible PTSD, Angst. Fluff. I think that’s it...

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader

Word Count: 2123

A/N: BINGE READ TIME!! As always all mistakes are mine! Please do not copy my work! Feedback is gold!! Hope you all enjoy this one!!

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Jensen's clock went off in what felt like only minutes, when really it had been about three hours. 

You felt his arm lift off you, reaching around him to slap at the offending sound that was coming from the alarm clock sitting on the nightstand next to the bed. 

You didn't want to move. It felt like you had just fallen asleep. 

Jensen was right about one thing... 

As people we do crave that human’s connection and affection with someone... 

You hadn't slept that well since the night before Damon and yourself had split up, even if it was only for a few hours. 

You felt Jensen start to brush your hair out of your face, thinking you were still asleep, trying to gently wake you. You weren't really ready for this to end. Who the hell would be? 

You did know that y/f/n would be waking up soon, she doesn't know you're gone, and would probably freak out. So as much as you’d have gladly stayed wrapped up here in the covers with Jensen’s warm body pressed against your own, you knew all good things must come to an end, and it was time to go back to your separate realities.. 

Moving around, and forcing your eyes open you look up into the most beautiful forest green eyes you have ever seen. Little light lines forming around the edges when he smiled at you. 

"Good morning." He said, voice pretty ruff from being asleep so hard, and man if the circumstances were different, you’d have to admit that it did things to you...

"Good morning" 

You try to unwrap yourself and sit up, but the fact that Jensen still had his arms wrapped around you, as well as one of his long bowed legs draped over yours. Moving just wasn't going to happen. 

"Just a few more minutes.....Please." He mumbled, a look on his face you understood all too well before he decided to bury his face into your hair where you couldn’t see him anymore. You were having the same problem. You knew when you got up, this may never happen again. You knew that once you left his arms. 

That was it... 

You were alone again... 

In that instance you reminded yourself that he wasn't yours to begin with. The two of you weren't together. The man just lost his wife, and family for Christ sakes. He didn't want to be with someone like you. Some of the twitter comments echoing through your head.

"Jensen, you got to get ready for your panel. You've got a long day ahead of you." You say, trying to convince him that he needed to get up. 

The longer you laid there you knew the harder it would be to leave. It was gonna hurt like a bitch either way, but it was better to make a clean break, the longer you prolonged this, the harder it would be for the both of you…

"I don't have to be down stairs for another hour." He said, sounding a little disappointed at the fact that you wanted him to get up, and that just made you feel guilty. So you settled back down into his hold, and decided you’d just deal with whatever came as far as the gut wrench heartache you were sure was to come later when you had to leave him..

"I'm not looking forward to this today." He was almost whispering, like he was afraid someone would hear outside the door. "I'm not ready to answer questions about Danneel, and what happened; or is going to happen between us." 

He fell silent, and you felt his fingers brushing through your hair again, and it took all the will power in your body not to nuzzle further into his neck..

"Then don't. Tell from the start that you will not be answering any questions concerning Danneel, or your personal life. If they really are your fans they will respect that you're not ready to talk about all of it yet." 

You could literally feel the tension returning to his body that wasn’t there a moment ago as he started to think about all the fan interaction he had to do today..

"I hope you're right." He said, silence falling over the two of you. 

You had lost all your will to try and get up now. Not wanting to leave him this stressed out. You hated to see him struggle like this. 

"Will you be there today? For the panels and stuff?" He asked, stress and tension apparent in his voice, and it made your heart hurt...

"I'll be there." You tell him, tracing the lines on his chiseled chest muscles through his thin shirt. The fabric there did very little to hide what was underneath.. 

You both laid unwilling to move, until your phone started to ring. 

"Shit that's y/f/n. She must have woken up." You say, rolling away from him as best as he’d let you, grabbing your phone.

"Where the hell are you?" She asked as soon as you said hello. 

"I was just wandering around so that you could sleep." You lied, hoping she believed you. "I'll grab some fresh coffee and head back to the room." Untangled his limbs from yours and sat up on the side of the bed staring at you with an unreadable expression on his perfectly sculpted face... 

"Okay fine." She said, sounding relieved. "Don't take too long. Coffee sounds good."

With that she hung up the phone, and you let out the breath you didn’t know you were holding. You take one more look at Jensen who is still looking at you with the same expression. 

"I need to get going." You tell him standing up, he never said a word. Coldness returning to his expression. 

Just as you got to the door he finally spoke. 

"Why did you lie?" He asked, sounding a little hurt, and it stopped you in your tracks with your hand on the door knob. 

"What?" 

You turned around to look at him. He was standing in the middle of the room, staring at you. His expression is hard and almost unreadable..

"Why did you lie to her? Why did you tell her that you were just 'walking around, letting her sleep in?' 

Your heart was hammering so hard in your chest that you thought it might stop beating.. You didn’t know that would affect him the way it obviously was.. You took a cautious step forward, and he took one backwards away from you.... 

Crap... 

You messed up.... 

He's all fraggle right now, and you just smacked his the fuck out of his ego without even recognizing you did so.

"Jensen, I thought you wouldn't want many one to know I stayed here with you last night. I thought you wouldn't want people spreading rumors." You say softly, trying not to upset him anymore than you already had, because God knows you didn't want to upset him. You hated to see that hurt look on his face. 

"We didn't do anything wrong." He said flatly. "Are you ashamed that you stayed here with me?" He asks, still keeping his distance, and for a split second the question confused you… Then it hit you… There was more to issues in that relationship than just cheating… Fuck...

"No, I'm not. I just didn't want to give Danneel another reason to post anything to social media that will cause you anymore trouble." You tell him, and he takes a step closer to you, biting his bottom lip hard.

"I'm sorry." He said, looking at the ground now. "I don't know where that came from. I guess I'm still a little touchy." 

He looked pathetic and you hated it. You were used to the strong willed, slightly arrogant, cocky actor that he was at cons and on stage, this new, almost vulnerable Jensen threw you, and you didn’t know how to handle it really. It was like walking around a bomb. 

You walked up to him slowly reaching up, and putting your arms around his neck. He pulled you closer to him without hesitation, locking his arms around your waist as if he let go of you even a little you’d disappear from him.. 

“If you want me to tell her where I was I will. I'm not ashamed to be around you. I just don't want people to have anymore material to give you crap about it at this convention, or on social media. You’ve gone through enough shit, and I don’t want to be the reason people cause more drama for you." You tell him, reaching running a hand through his tousled hair. He leans into your touch just like he had last night in the hallway, closing his eyes and hanging his head a little lower. 

"I'm so tired of being alone. Even though I was with Danneel. We weren't really together. I was never there. She was always in Austin, using the kids as an excuse not to come anywhere with me. We'd go months without seeing each other. Last night was the first night in a long time I didn't have to be by myself. I'm not ready to let that go." 

Slowly he puts his hand on the back of your neck and brings his lips so close to yours they were almost touching. 

“I really want to kiss you right now.”

The husky, deep, growl in his voice sends a shiver or anticipation down your spine. You wanted someone so bad as you wanted him right now. 

Every nerve in you seemed to be vibrating. You wanted more than anything to kiss him. 

Make him forget about her... 

Make him see what it was like to be with someone who really did appreciate him... 

Reaching down he gently brushed his lips over yours, sending electricity through your body like a jolt of lightning, before fully taking your lips in his. The kiss was a little rougher than you expected, still his kiss was soft and sweet, taking his time, gently moving his hand tighter around your waist. Then just as suddenly as he started he pulled away. Leaving you just as breathless.

"Move into my hotel room tonight so we can spend some time together, get to know each other a little better. I'll order some takeout, and we can get to know each other a little better." 

Leaning down he pressed his forehead against yours, his arms still locked around your waist, holding you to his body..

"Jensen, you just left your wife YESTERDAY. Do you think this is such a good idea? I really, really care about you; I don't want to be some weekend rebound." You blurt out, before you could stop yourself, but before you could kick yourself too hard he puts his finger under your chin, making you look up at him.

"Just because I told her I wanted a divorce yesterday doesn't mean that our actual marriage ended yesterday. That ended before the twins were even born. She refused to come with me anywhere. Would make sure her, and the kids were gone before I would get home so that they didn't have to see me. She WANTED me to catch her, or I wouldn't have caught her. Our 'marriage' has literally been over for years. You're NOT some 'weekend rebound'.

One of his hands wandered up to the back of your neck, and he brushed his lips over yours again... 

“I'm drawn to you, I want to get to know you, see where this goes. I feel something with you I haven't felt in years, and you do to or else you wouldn't have stayed with me last night." He says, running his thumb gently across your bottom lip. 

"What do you say y/n?” He asked. "Wanna give me a shot?" He said, his voice deep and rough. Making your stomach quiver with things you haven't felt in years. Things you shouldn’t be feeling this early on, yeah he was famous, but you didn’t know this man, not really...

There wasn't a chance in hell you could walk away from him. It was too late. You feel hard and fast for this guy, and he knew he had a hold on you. It was over there was no point in fighting it, and even if you wanted to you couldn't. He had a hook in you deep. 

"Okay, lets see where this goes." You manage to say before his lips capture yours again in a chaste kiss, and you melted into him. 

The way he made you feel scared you, but hey what's life if you didn't take a chance.

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I’ve Made A Huge Mistake {12/12}

Peter Parker x Reader, Quentin Beck x Reader

Summary: Peter just wanted to enjoy his trip to Europe, maybe even confess his feelings to his best friends.But along came a mysterious new hero to ruin those plans. Peter and his class are aged up and in college.

Warnings: smut

Word Count: 1847

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This is technically the last chapter, but I will be writing a few drabbles to go along with the series, if anyone has any requests.

Around a week later Peter and her were safely back in New York, laying together on his dorm room bed. Beck had been arrested and Fury and a legal team were working adamantly to form a case against him. They looked into him to find his past at Stark Industries, along with slowly revealing the team he worked with. William and Victoria had been arrested and were cooperating on a plea deal to uncover the full extent of Beck’s plans.

But for now, the pair were cuddling, comfortable in their pyjamas watching Ferris Bueller. The daisy necklace was still sat on her chest, the same place it had been she’d gotten it. Peter stared down at her, relieved she was safe. She looked more relaxed than she had been since London, simply caught up in the enjoyment of the film. Eventually, she felt his gaze, flicking her eyes up to meet his.

“What?” She smiled.

“I’m in love with you.” He confessed without thinking. Her face switched instantly, softening in a confused way.

“What?”

“I’m sorry, I, I shouldn’t have said that.” He backed away from her. He felt absolutely terrible, she was in a vulnerable position and Peter in no way wanted to take advantage of her. “You can tell me to fuck off if you want, or go away or anything. I’m just sorry.” He stood up, stressing over what he’d just done.

“Why would I tell you to go away? This is your dorm?”

“Cause I was one who just fucked everything up.”

“Do you mean it?”

“I-I,” He could make up some lie, some excuses, something to try to get him out of this situation. But he had to own up to his feelings like a man. “Yes.”

“Really?” “I’ve loved you since we were kids. I bought that necklace and I had this whole plan to tell you, but then-”

“Life got in the way.”

“Yeah.” He admitted, running his hands through his hair nervously. “I completely understand if you don’t feel the same way. And if you don’t, I don’t want anything to change. I still want to be your friend, and I-”

“Peter.” She cut him off, pulling his hands out of his hair, holding them in hers. “I love you too.”

“Wait really.” He replied shocked, cupping her face in his hands.

“Yes. I’ve loved you for so fucking long, but I was too scared to say anything. And then I thought you liked MJ.”

“You thought I liked MJ.”

“Yeah, you guys seemed really close and, you know. I got jealous.” She explained bashfully.

“We’re friends, I’ve never liked her like that. And you were jealous of me, seriously. I was always the one who was jealous of all the guys staring at you, not the other way around.”

“Are you really that blind? Do you actually not see how many girls fancy you?” Peter rolled his eyes, blushing slightly, “C’mon, you got that whole hot nerd thing going for you.”

“And you like that?”

“Absolutely, I always go for the annoyingly smart guys.” She joked, “And as much as I want to jump into this, but I can’t right now. I just got so caught up with Beck and that was a fucking mess. And I know if I throw myself into another relationship one of us will end up hurt. I’m sorry.”

“No, no. You gotta do what’s right for you. And I will wait, however long you need, for you to be ready.” She pulled him into a tight embrace, nestling her head in his neck.

“I love you, Peter Parker.”

Six weeks later the two of them sat in the court, waiting to be called to the witness stand. Peter felt ridiculous sitting in his Spiderman suit while everyone else was in formal suits. He held onto her hand to relax the both of them. Each sweating at the thought of seeing Beck for the first time since London. The man was soon dragged out into the room and the hearing began. Beck was being charged for a series of charges, from fraud to the destruction of the cities, right up to the deaths he caused through his malicious plans. She kept her head up, refusing to make eye contact with the older man trying to stare at her. For the most part, she blocked out what was going on during the hearing, not even realising she was being called up to the witness stand until Peter was shoving her up.

“Mr Beck, please describe your relationship with the witness.” The prosecutor asked.

“Well, we know each other very intimately.” He smirked. She clenched her jaw in response, trying to ignore his comment, knowing he was just trying to fuck with her. “We were involved in a romantic and sexual relationship while the two of us were in Europe.”

“And how do you respond?” The lawyer turned to ask her, “Were you complicit within this relationship?”

“Yes, everything was consensual.”

“And considering his character, why would you travel through Europe with him?”

“Because at the time I, like everyone else, believed his story. I got caught up with the idea I had of him.”

“And why did you stay with him after you found out his true character?”

“When I first found out I was alone with him in a foreign country with no way of getting home on my own. I was scared of what he’d do. And later he threatens to kill my friends if I didn’t comply with his plans. Beck was trying to blackmail me into staying with him.”

“And when did you figure out he was lying?”

“I was in a hotel room, unpacking our stuff, and I found illusion technology initially created for Stark Industries within his Mysterio suit. Then I realised the elementals were fake and if that was fake, I thought everything else would be.” A few more questions were asked before she was allowed to sit back down.

“The jury had spoken.” The judge announced a few hours later. “Finding Mr Beck guilty for all accused crimes and will be given three life sentences at a maximum-security prison with no opportunity for parole.” They said before smacking the gabble down. She watched Beck being assorted from the courtroom back to his holding cell. The experience was oddly therapeutic for her. With the truth out there and Beck behind bars, she could truly put this unfortunate chapter behind her. She and Peter made their way back to his dorm. Peter pulled off his mask before turning back to face her.

“We did it,” Peter said, hugging her, “It’s all over now.” She wrapped her arms around her neck, pulling back a few moments later. She traced her fingers over his cheeks, a dumb grin on her face. Within her mouth was on his. It was gentle, but with an underlying passion of years of built-up feelings.

“Wait, wait, wait,” Peter mumbled against her lips, “You sure about this, you’re definitely ready?”

“Yeah, like you said, it’s over.” She kissed him again, walking the two of them over to Peter’s bed, pulling him on top of her. She traced her tongue over his bottom lip. She moved her hand, tracing her nails down his chest and lightly grazing over his groin. Peter let out a gasp.

“So you wanna do it, do it?” He asked nervously.

“Yeah, if you wanna too.”

“Yes, yes. I really want this.” Peter nodded eagerly. He immediately pressed the spider logo on his chest to loosen his suit. She pushed the suit of his shoulders, pushing it off his body. And removing the tight material helped the growing strain in his underwear. Peter slowly unzipped her dress, she raised her hips slightly to help him shimmy the dress off. Peter looked at her body in complete awe. She raised to a sitting position, unclipping her bra and sliding it off before lying back down on the bed. Peter crawled back on top of her, gently kissing his lips, down to her neck and further down to reach her chest. He ghosted his finger over a nipple, flicking his eyes back up to her when he heard a soft moan. “God, I’ve dreamed about this for so long.” Peter whispered.

“I hope I live up to your expectations.”

“This is so much better.” He kissed further down her stomach, loving every inch of her body. He reached her panties, brushing over the lace. “Can I?”

“Please.” She let out breathily. He pulled the thin fabric down her legs, taking her calf in one hand to kiss back up towards her core. Experimentally, he flicked his tongue over her clit. She moaned, grasping at the bedsheets below. Pleased with the reaction, Peter went in again, more confidently. Her back arched as she snapped one hand from the bed to Peter’s curls. A coil built up before Peter finally tipped her over the edge.

“Fuck Peter, feels so good.” She moaned. Peter felt a surge of pride rush through his body. He’d just made the girl of his dreams cum. She pulled him back up, pushing his boxer’s waistband down. Peter helped, shrugging them off, groaning embarrassingly loudly when she wrapped her smaller hand around his cock. “I want you in me.” She whispered in his ear. And that had to be the sexiest thing Peter had ever heard. He pushed into her, bottoming out hastily. They both moaned, gripping onto one another for dear life. He pulled back out more slowly, then thrusting back in. He immediately set the pace, slow, deep and loving. It was the most passionate thing either of them had ever felt. Everything else was completely irrelevant. All that mattered was the two of them in the moment. They were completely immersed with each other. Soon they were both coming down from their highs, wrapping around each other’s bodies.

“I love you so fucking much.” She said.

“I love you too, more than you could possibly know.”

Everything was going perfectly, at least for that night. The next morning she reached over to check her phone, only to see her twitter blowing up.

“Peter, Peter.” She shook him awake.

“What’s going on.” He said, dazed.

“You’re trending on twitter.”

“It’s probably cause of the trial.”

“No, you’re trending, not Spiderman.” Peter shot up at that. They opened the app to see a final interview with Beck. Within it, he revealed Spiderman to be Peter. He dropped his head into his hands.

“I’ve made a huge mistake.” Peter sobbed into his hands.

“Hey, hey, hey.” She said, running her hands through his hair to try relax him, soothe his woes just a bit. “Why would you think this is your fault.” 

“Cause I showed him who I was and I should have -” “We’re going to get through this.”

“You promise.” Peter said between panicked breaths.

“I promise. I’m gonna be right by your side and it’s going to be alright. You haven’t made a mistake.” She reassured him.

“Not with you.”

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[vinylhazza]

ok but like having a really bad day and then when you get home e gets mad @ you for something and since your day has already been shitty, him being upset w you is like the last straw so you start to cry and then him being all soft and feeling bad bc he didn’t know you didn’t have a good day and he hates to see you cry 🥺

you’d been yelled at by your boss for something you didn’t even do. falsely accused of screwing up in a business meeting. and being the kind person what did you do? you took the blame for your friend/co-worker. you really took the slander with pride, but in your car? the tears wouldn’t stop.

you always aimed to impress and you loathed people being mad at you and being embarassed. in your opinion there was nothing worse. and maybe that’s the one thing you would fix about yourself and wish one day to leave behind - stop trying to please everyone and stick up for yourself.

the worst part is she never even thanked you, just watched you swing your purse over your shoulder with blushing cheeks when you briskly walked through the office and slammed your finger into the button in the elevator that was much too slow after what just happened.

you just wanted to go home to ethan and hold him until you forgot that disappointed look on your boss’ face while he lectured you on good work ethic. you were amazing at your job, really. you just stuck up for that bitch brianna for the simple reason that you didn’t want her to be mad. it was a lose, lose situation all around. but you would change your decision and re-do that conversation if you could - tell your boss she fucked up and not you. tell your boss she costed the company business with one of the largest corporations they’d ever worked with. but you can’t turn back time.

you kept your mouth shut until your slammed your car door shut...and then you screamed. at the top of your lungs. you bursted into a rage that had tears running down your heated cheeks. how dare that bitch look at you with a smug smirk - oh you wish you could smack that stupid fucking look off her face. you had worked your ass off to get this job, it was your dream.

you had jumped through hoops and built an image for yourself that you always wished you would have. you were well respected which is something you’ve always had to fight for. you showed integrity and grit - everything a business would want. and all you can think about is that horrid conversation about “morals” and “values” and “what you can do to fix this behavior”...he even asked you to persuade them to work with the business still.

it was a traumatic day and you just needed ethan to hold you close. you needed him to kiss it away and talk you down and take a hot bath with you and snuggle into the sheets, maybe hum your favorite songs like he does when you’re upset or anxious. you needed your man right now after this day. you just needed ethan.

but when you walked through the house and saw him standing in the kitchen, hands on the counter, head hung low, shoulders slumped, you grew anxious once again. he didn’t look happy in the slightest. you almost didn’t speak to him, near turned your sorrowful ass around and went straight back to the bedroom. but instead you set your keys on the counter, purse on the table, and walked in to stand beside him.

you can feel the tension hovering in the air, thick as molasses. when he looks up, his eyes show his emotion plain as day, angry. you’d only ever seen him angry on a few occasions, but it was never at you.

“you wanna explain to me what the fuck is going on y/n?” he deadpanned, standing up tall with bulging arms crossed over his broad chest. he’s looking down at you with this look...like he doesn’t even want to be here. like he wants to be anywhere else but here having this conversation.

you’re frozen in place. you actually can’t believe that 1. your boss was pissed at you and 2. the one person that could make it better is pissed at you. it was the world laughing in your face is what it was.

“no? i really don’t know what’s going on ethan i just got back from work-“ you try to stifle the fire with a calm voice.

“don’t give me that bullshit, i saw the picture,” his voice raising an octave higher.

“what picture ethan what the hell are you talking about?!” you’re panicking now, lost in a dark haze of confusion while he looks at you with that same disappointment in his eyes. with every step you take towards him, he takes a step back, not letting you touch him.

it genuinely feels like the world might come crashing down, your breathing shallowing out, knees getting weaker, eyes filling at the waterline. what the hell is going on here and what picture is he talking about? you are always either at work, with him, or with your best friend at all times. so whatever picture(s) he is pissed about must be a mistake.

“that’s real nice, play dumb. if you don’t want to be with me, then say something, but this? really? i really thought i meant more than that but i guess not,” he turns to walk away, shaking his head at you, disgusted by something you know nothing about.

and then the tears fall.

“baby i- i really d-don’t know what y-your talking about please d-don’t be mad at me whatever it is i didn’t m-mean-“ you hiccup, holding your palms to your face while you have your breakdown in the middle of the kitchen, legs giving out beneath you. you expect to sink to the floor, but instead feel strong arms wrap around you tight, keeping you standing and pressing you into into ethans chest.

he realized quite quickly he was dead fucking wrong about what he’d seen on the internet. he had jumped the gun too quickly without giving you a chance to explain. he never even let you get a word in. but that was irrelevant at this point because you’re gasping for breath in his arms, clinging to him like a lifeline. he had seen a picture of you with another man, a man that was cupping your face while you kissed. it had spread around twitter like wildfire with captions like:

“and to think he said she was the one last week”

“i done told y’all she was sketch”

“she’s a fucking cheater and i knew it”

“making our baby look dumb, y/n i just wanna talk”

“a whole ass 🤡 who would cheat on ethan fucking dolan?”

“guess that means we were right all along”

“you can even see in the picture she doesn’t feel bad about it. makes it even worse.”

“tHeY aRe mEaNt tO bE all of you look so dumb right now huh? clearly she’s a fake bitch that used him for the clout and the money”

“so who’s coming to fight her with me?”

“drop the adress i just wanna talk”

“this right here is why they don’t date 🤷🏻‍♀️ but y’all ain’t ready to talk about that”

it hit him like a ton of bricks, actually making him sick to his stomach, absolutely heartbroken. he loved you with his entire fucking heart, adored you and everything that came with you...but how could you do this? when was this picture taken? why would you play dumb when he knows you’re on the same internet he is, you can obviously see.

but...something wasn’t right. he knew that as soon as you broke down into his arms in a fit of hysterics, he was wrong and he could feel it. whatever and whoever that man in the picture is...he would hear it from you and you alone. the woman he trusted. but right now you needed him, so he rocked you in his arms and pushed his suspisions aside for the time being.

“shhh calm down sweetheart, it’s okay, i’m right here,” he whispers, kissing the top of your head, a hand rubbing your back while the sobs die down to sniffles. he waits for you to calm down from your breakdown patiently, feeling like nothing but a dick for being so harsh when he didn’t even know the full story.

when you back up to hold his hands, looking up to see his face soft and worried, you nearly cry again. you had no idea what was going on but you did know you needed him and needed him to not be mad at you. whatever you had to do to calm his anger or whatever was making him act this way, you would.

“wanna tell me what’s wrong baby?” he questions calmly, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear, bringing one of your hands up to his lips for a kiss on the knuckles, getting that tiny little smile out of you he loved so much.

“i just...had a horrible freaking day at work. i got screwed over and i’m worried it’s to the point on no return and i’ve lost respect at the one place i’ve worked so hard to excel at,” you mumble quietly, rubbing your nose and swiping the tears from your cheeks.

to have him being gentle with you is all you needed all day. you know you need to talk about that blowup he had when you came home, but for right now you’re taking what you can get.

“explain everything to me bubs, let’s go,” he tucks your hand in his own, waiting for you to slip your shoes off and hear the patter of your feet follow him across the house, down the hall, and into the bedroom.

“don’t you wanna talk about...whatever that was?” you’re so confused, why is he being so loving if he sounded that betrayed and angry? he was too good to you.

“we can talk about that later, now lay back against me and spill,” he rests back against the headboard, patting his stomach twice, indicating for you to rest between his legs and lay back against his chest.

you can’t argue with that when it’s been what you’ve longed for all day. so you slip your blazer off and toss it in the hamper, walk to the closet and grab the tshirt of his you always wear to bed and a pair of sweats to change into. when you’re done changing and have your hair in a messy bun on top of your head, you’re slipping onto the bed and resting back against his warm chest.

within an instant his arms wrap around you and you’re ranting feverishly about the day from hell. you explain everything from the coffee spill in the car to briannas fuck up all the way to the big boss man busting your ass in his office for nearly an hour. he’s listening patiently, nodding his head and humming, placing kisses to your shoulders every now and then, even a little “fuck her” when you really get going about briannas betrayal. he lets you get it all out of your system with open ears.

when your all done and tired out, you feel like the weight has been lifted and you can sink back into him further, your eyes closing and head falling back onto his shoulder. he rubs your arms all the way down to your hands, where he plays with your fingertips. within a few seconds he’s providing you with advice that is actually soothing you more than anything, explaining what to say to your boss and how. he’s assuring you that all hope isn’t lost and your respect is fragile but still intact, you just need to fight for yourself because you worked too hard to be made into a mockery.

he can feel you relax with every word he says near your ear, he knows it’s working. when he’s given you all that he can and you agree that it would be the best option to explain in full the misunderstanding and ensure your boss that no, it wasn’t your mistake but you are willing to turn the situation around because you have the skill to do so. a redemption so to say. it’s exactly what you needed to hear and it blows your mind that he always has the right words - well...sometimes.

“okay so now that we’re done with that...wanna talk to me about this ‘picture’ you saw?” you ponder, picking at a string hanging from the sweatpants.

he decides he needs to word things a little better this time now that he has a level head. he acted out of anger and pain and that is most certainly not what you need, especially today.

“i went on twitter this afternoon and saw a picture of you with another man.” there he said it. take it or leave it. what you say next will be what heals or breaks his heart.

he’s sort of surprised when you don’t tense up in his arms, you simply hold out your hand.

“can i see?” your gesture to his phone, remembering yours is still in your purse in the kitchen.

he nods silently, reaching for the device on the nightstand and setting it into your open palm. you put in your fingerprint and click on the twitter app, knowing what you’re about to see is obviously some big misunderstanding that (once again) got blown out of proportion and twisted into something it wasn’t. the joys of social media and stan twitter.

you immediately see this picture everyone is losing their minds over, knowing immediately how it might look. but you also know you were correct in your theory and everyone has it so wrong.

the picture is of you and your ex kissing, him holding your face, three years ago. your hair was the same color and length, you can see why there might have been some confusion. but it was still misconstrued and wrong.

“so?” ethan waits anxiously for you to say something since you’ve been staring silently at the screen for about three minutes now and haven’t said a word.

you know words hold weight, but backing up those words will mean more to him than anything. so you choose not the speak at all. you head over to little ole facebook, something you rarely use, but something that will ease his mind right here right now.

you log out of his account and log into one of yours that should have been deleted when you made your new account. you click on the “pictures” option and scroll until you land on a collection of pictures to go along with the one of you kissing your ex. you simply show ethan the collection of different poses of you two in the same place, smiling, serious faces, a cheesy “couples” photo shoot. you then show him the date the photos were uploaded, seeing his eyes widen and cheeks turn rosy with the realization that the internet, once again, flipped out for no reason.

“remember the ex that cheated on me with my roommate from college?” you speak softly, knowing he’s quite embarassed for his actions and making you feel worse on your horrible day. he nods.

“i’m guessin’ that’s cody” is all he responds with.

he just knew he was wrong. someone had found this public facebook and discovered these photos with your ex and plastered the one of you kissing all over twitter, instagram, you name it - it was there. they twisted the image and made it into something it wasn’t. they had made him overthink and become insecure, worried that you didn’t want him. of course you were loyal, you’ve never shown him any different.

“fuck i’m really an ass aren’t i?” he chuckles, throwing his head back and shaking his head in disbelief that he was dead wrong about something. what was he thinking? as if you could ever love or much less look at anyone else besides him.

“no honey, just...maybe let me explain before you immediately freak out on me yeah? i need conversation not accusations,” your tone soft and easy, knowing he feels bad.

“i’m sorry for getting a little mean with you,” he apologizes sincerely, hugging you closer to his chest and leaning in to kiss you on the cheek.

“it’s okay, i forgive you. we were both just a little frazzled today, that’s all. lack of communication can do that sometimes. the internet is a scary place,” you reason. this day has been one hell of a day, kicking both of your asses mentally. it’s something as simple as a picture taken out of context or a bad day at work that can cause a pointless blow up, but at least you know how to tackle these situations together and not point the finger until you know the facts. it’s growth and that’s never a bad thing.

but now you need what you’ve needed all day. you can tell he needs it too. all the crying, the frustration, the straining of your brain to comprehend the plethora of daily bullshit was exhausting.

“wanna take a bath with me bubba?” your tone hopeful. you know he’s comfortable, but you also know all the extra tension is cured with a nice bubble bath.

it doesn’t even take him but a second to nod with a fond relieved smile, tilting your head up to give you a kiss.

“bubbles?” he questions hopefully, standing you both up from the bed and pulling his shirt over his head while you remove the tshirt and sweats you just slipped on - you’d just wear them after.

“bubbles” you conclude with a grin.

[sheewolf85]

New Fic - Right Where You Belong

Summary: Based on Twitter ramblings from Keelywolfe, Nanenna, myself, and many others!

Edge is the older brother here, only a teenager himself and living on the streets with Red when he's invited by Rus to stay at his place with his dad and younger brother. He can watch the kids while Rus goes to work at the lab with Gaster! It's perfect! And it is, for a while, until one day the kids get into a fight and Blue gets hurt.

As much as Edge wants to comfort the kids and make sure everything is okay, he can't help but wonder what's going to happen when Rus and Gaster get home. Will he and his brother lose their warm, safe home?

Notes: This has been stuck in my head ever since this morning when it was talked about on Twitter. It had to be written!

One quick note here, Edge and Rus are the same age, about sixteen or so. Rus can't do much at the lab, but enough to earn a bit of cash to help out with the bills.

I want to gift this to the ppl on Twitter, but I feel like I'd miss someone, so, if you were part of the twitter convo, consider this your gift!

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Or read after the cut

Stars, he was tired. He hadn’t slept well the night before because his baby brother hadn’t slept well, and all Edge wanted was a damn nap that he wasn’t likely to get anytime soon seeing as how he was the only one in the house to watch the two younger kids.

Which, admittedly, he wasn’t doing a very good job of at the moment. But they were fine; they were in Blue’s room playing while Edge attempted to keep his sockets open in the living room. He was listening, though, and they seemed to be playing some sort of superhero game, both of them being the heroes while several of Blue’s stuffed animals played the bad guys. It was honestly cute, even if they were both a bit grouchy today.

To top it off, neither of the toddlers had taken a nap. Edge had honestly expected Red to pass right the heck out since he’d barely slept the night before, but no, he was chattering to himself the whole hour while Blue sang himself lullabies.

It wasn’t much of a surprise when their play turned a bit sour, their gentle squabbling over which villain was going to get their butt handed to them next turning into an all-out argument complete with raised voices and name-calling.

Edge really should have gotten up to check on them and help them calm down fifteen minutes ago. He shouldn’t have let it go on so long, but he was so tired!

Red screeching in anger got Edge to his feet in a hurry. He made it to the doorway of Blue’s room just in time to see Red throw a toy at Blue. It hit him square in the face with enough force to knock him down and smack the back of his head on another toy.

Blue was immediately in tears, screaming in both pain and anger as Edge rushed over to check him. Edge’s soul began to pound as Blue sat up and marrow dripped from nasal aperture. There was the tiniest of cracks on the left side, close to his socket.  

Edge’s mind began to race at the sight of the crack. He could only barely remember how he’d gotten the vast majority of his scars, but he knew they all hurt when they were fresh.

“i didn’t mean to!” Red hollered, running up to them.

Blue kicked at him, screaming again and barely missing his knee by a few inches.

Edge pulled his little brother back, away from potential harm by Blue’s flailing feet. “I know, Red, but you can’t throw things like that!”  He turned his attention back to Blue. “Shhh, it’s okay, Blue,” he said softly. “You’re okay; let’s get you cleaned up, okay?” He helped Blue to his feet. “Red, I want you to stay here and think about what you’ve done while I help Blue.”

Red sniffled and nodded, his gaze on his feet. Edge so wanted to scoop him up and remind him that these things happened but he needed to try to control himself a little better. He didn’t have time; he had to get Blue at least cleaned up before Rus and Gaster got home.

Thinking of Rus and Gaster only made his soul pound harder. Gaster was a great father, very kind and attentive to his two boys, and Rus was the kind of older brother Edge so wished he could be. The fact that Gaster even let Edge and Red stay in their home spoke to the kind of man he was, even if Edge did work for his stay. He cooked and cleaned and cared for the children, but he’d do it all four times over if Gaster asked it of him.

He set a still-sobbing Blue on the counter by the kitchen sink and turned on the faucet to wet a paper towel. After wringing it out one-handed, he tried to gently wipe at Blue’s face. Blue screeched louder and pushed Edge’s hand away.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay, Blue,” he said gently. “I’m not going to hurt you, buddy, but I need to get you cleaned up so I can see if you need a healer.” Stars, he hoped Blue wouldn’t need a healer.

Blue whined and looked up at Edge with bright, starry eye lights, but he nodded and let Edge do what had to be done. Gently dabbing the smeared marrow away, Edge could finally see the extent of the crack. It didn’t go through his bone like the one in Edge’s socket, thank goodness. It was only on the outer surface of the bone, but that surely didn’t mean it hurt any less.

It had stopped bleeding finally and soon Edge had the little guy all cleaned up. He took him to change his clothes and then set the boys in different rooms for time out, which only resulted in more screaming from children who were adamant that they were okay now and wanted to play. Red even kicked at him just before he shut the door to their shared room.

Both kids in time out, their muffled cries still echoing through the house, Edge found himself in the bathroom and locked the door. Sitting on the floor by the bathtub, he drew his knees up and let his head fall between them. He tried to wrap his arms around his head to block out the sound, but it was hopeless. Even among the cries from frustrated children, Edge could hear the memory of Blue’s painful screaming.

He was going to have a bruise, that was certain. Even if the crack were somehow miraculously healed by the time Blue’s father and older brother came home, there was no way to hide what had happened.

Guilt twisted in Edge’s soul. Would he really have tried to hide it? What kind of person was he? Gaster trusted him with his youngest child, and that was how he was going to repay his kindness? No, he had to be honest and let the chips fall as they may.

A tight sob forced its way out of Edge’s chest. He knew exactly how the chips were going to fall. This was all his fault, and if Gaster was even a fraction as smart as Edge knew him to be, he and his brother would be back out on the streets by tonight.

If it were only Edge himself, he could handle that. He’d made a mistake and he’d pay the price. What was killing him now wasn’t what he was going to lose. No, it was that his baby brother was going to have to pay that price right along with him. Red didn’t belong on the streets. He deserved to have a filling meal each night and a warm, safe place to sleep.

If there was a way to ask Gaster to please keep Red here, he’d do it, but he couldn’t. He didn’t know if it was selfishness or the knowledge that Red could be a handful, but he would not ask Gaster to care for his brother.

The sudden vibration of his phone in his pocket made him jump. He hurried to his feet and pulled out to silence the blaring alarm.

He swore under his breath and went to the sink to try to clean up. Rus and Gaster would be home within the hour, and he hadn’t even started anything for dinner.

Splashing some water on his face only marginally helped, but it was enough to calm the panic still aching in his chest. A few deep breaths later, he opened the door and went to let the kids know they could be free from time out.

Except both their doors were open and the two were playing quietly together in Blue’s room. He stood in the doorway and folded his arms across his chest.

“What are you two doing out of time out?” he asked, eyeing the both of them. The discoloration of a bruise was already starting to bloom around Blue’s left eye.

“You were in the bathroom crying for a long time,” Blue said sadly. “Are you okay?”

Stars, he was going to miss that kid.

“Yeah, I’m okay. Are you both going to be good now or do I need to separate you again?”

This time it was Red who answered. “we’re being good. i even said i was sorry.”

Well, that was something, at least. “Good. I’m going to start dinner.”  Hopefully he’d have enough time to at least enjoy it with the family.

Learning to cook had been an experience Edge would never forget. He loved being able to craft tasty dinners and treats, and having a stocked kitchen like he did here made it easy to decide on something to make. At least, most of the time. Now, as Edge surveyed the cupboards, he couldn’t think of a single thing. Nothing seemed good enough. The kids, and probably Rus, would go for something simple like chili dogs or chicken strips, but if this was going to be the last real dinner Red was going to have for a while, Edge wanted to make it count.

He still hadn’t been able to decide on anything by the time the door opened. Edge closed his eyes and gripped the side of the counter behind him to keep his balance as Blue shrieked in joy and went running down the hall.

“Daddy!” he cried, just like every day when Gaster and Rus got home, and Edge could imagine Gaster scooping him up just like always.

“Hello, there!” Gaster’s voice called out happily. “How are--oh my! What happened to your socket?”

“Red threw a toy at me.”

Edge hurried out to the living room to try to explain.

Gaster looked up at him, concern on his scarred features. “Hello, Edge,” he said calmly.

“It was my fault,” Edge admitted. “I wasn’t watching them as carefully as I should have. I promise you, Red has been punished.” He wouldn’t say that all he’d gotten was time out. He swallowed, suddenly hoping neither Gaster nor Rus would ask.

Red peeked around the corner, and Edge’s soul hurt at the expression on his tiny face. He had hoped and prayed so many times that Red wouldn’t remember what they’d been through before living on the streets, but that expression told him otherwise. Even if he didn’t remember specifics, he knew enough.

“i said i was sorry,” Red said softly, more a confession than a defiant statement.

To Edge’s surprise, Rus went over and kneeled down by Red. “of course you’re sorry, buddy. we don’t mean to hurt our friends, but sometimes we get cranky and it happens, right?”

Red nodded and reached out with both arms, a silent request for a hug. Rus scooped him up and hugged him tightly.

“are you okay?” Rus asked, bouncing Red lightly in his arms.

Red nodded, and the urge to pull him out of Rus’ arms was nearly overwhelming. Edge forced himself to stay where he was.

“And you?” Gaster asked, looking at Edge. “Are you okay?”

Him? “I--”

“He cried for a long time,” Blue said sadly. “But I couldn’t hug him because the door was locked.”

Edge swallowed thickly, his cheekbones heating up.

“Which door was locked?” Gaster asked curiously, an undertone of something perhaps more serious.

“The bathroom,” Blue replied. “He was in the bathroom.”

Tattletale.

Edge sucked in a breath and let it out slowly. He had to clear his throat before he could speak. “They weren’t alone for too long, Sir--I mean, Gaster.”

In truth, Edge had no idea how long they were alone. Probably more than an hour, which was entirely too long.

Gaster bent to put Blue down and then settled a hand on Rus’ shoulder. “Will you take the little ones to play for a moment? I’d like to have a word with Edge.”

Rus must have agreed because he coaxed the kids down the hall with promises of the best blanket fort in the world.

“Edge? Come sit down with me.”

Gaster didn’t touch him, not exactly. He reached out and almost set a hand on his shoulder like he did with his own son, stopping just before making contact. Edge only nodded and went with him to the living room. He knew what was going to happen next, and while he wasn’t prepared, he knew it was inevitable. It had been from the beginning.

They sat on the couch together, Gaster folding his hands in his lap.

“First and foremost, I want to assure you that I understand how you feel. Maybe not exactly, but close enough. I understand that bad days happen, especially when children are cranky. I can tell from Blue’s eyes that he didn’t nap today, and I’d say from what I saw of Red’s face that it was the same with him?”

Edge nodded, his gaze kept firmly on his knees.

“You’ve handled them so well, Edge, that I have no doubts you handled the situation today with care and love.”

That time Edge shook his head. He had to be honest. “No, I didn’t. They were alone in the bedroom and I didn’t even get up to check on them until they started arguing.”

“Why is that a bad thing?” Gaster asked.

Edge looked at him then, a little surprised. “Because I know how Red is. He’s got a temper when he’s well-rested, and today he was not.”

But Gaster smiled. “You’re right, he does have a temper. But that doesn’t mean you have to be there every moment to stop him from lashing out. What he needs is to learn that his actions have consequences and to understand that only he can control his anger.”

“But Blue--”

“Got hurt. Yes, he did, but that’s not your fault either. Not entirely. What I’m saying, Edge, is that I’m not going to kick you out or ask you to leave. Red needs a stable environment to learn how to control his temper, and you need a safe place to help teach him.”

Edge felt the tears begin to form in his sockets and tried to blink them away. He looked at Gaster for a moment before he could ask his next question.

“Why are you being so kind to us?”

Gaster smiled again, soft and comforting. “I know a thing or two about living on the streets, Edge. I never had a little brother to care for, though, and I can’t, in good conscience, let the two of you go back to that life.”

Edge nodded slowly, trying to wrap his mind around this new perspective. He and Red weren’t going to be homeless again. He sucked in a deep breath and let it out slowly.

“I didn’t start dinner,” he finally said.

“Well, that’s a different story then, isn’t it?” Gaster said, a tease in his voice. “I suppose punishment will have to be cooking with me.”

“Oh no,” Edge deadpanned, “please, not that.”

He couldn’t hide a smile in the face of Gaster’s laughter, and together they went to the kitchen to prepare dinner.

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i also have a list of shit my history teacher (this year) has said and done so I will share it with you:

warning: its really fucking long bc he would say/do shit MULTIPLE times a day

goes onto the next slide, “it’s a meme, get it?” proceeds to explain the meme (its the hey arnold meme with the first)

also goes onto another slide, with the twitter opinion meme. at the end of the paragraph it says “this class smacks, I’m lit”

“I’m going to beat up your brother. i am going to pummel him.”

On the 6th day of class he finally realized that there was a total of 6 guys and the rest were girls

student: “You should not put it in (as an assingment)”. teacher; “laugh out loud, im dead”

he was teaching us how to write a DBQ, the computer had a pop up saying that the battery was low, and then a spider shows up out of fucking nowhere, hanging from the ceiling. he CLAPS it, jokes about eating it, and then sets it on his desk (not in the trash can 2 feet away) so he can “deal with it later”

his endless military stories, specifically ORANGE DESERT

he wrote “if you would have had your thinking skull on” on my first DBQ

him saying “I hate this” after typing a word wrong multiple times while teaching us DBQ’s lmfao

“For the lols”

Threw a box of tissues across the room into the trash can

threw a box of tissues at a student

he had this obsession with throwing expo markers at his whiteboard, trying to make it land on the metal part so expect that a lot.

“Do you want me to drown him in a bathtub?” (which was about a student’s dog that had separation anxiety lmaoo)

Sang the rain drop, drop top song

The collars on his shirt turned up

“He’ll be beaten for that distraction” (after his son called him during his lesson and he willingly answered)

“Stay woke” 

“It was a hot boy summer for him”

expo marker landed on the metal thing for once thanks to a towel that was there

kyle (it must have been a story or something i dont remember)

He woah’d at some point

HAHA so there was a kid in my class that had got caught with a bong on the second week of school and he was suspended. when he came back to class, we were going over what the south grew in the U.S. very early on into colonization. and he used the bong kid as an example of a tobacco farmer

tried to eat a balled up paper

“important revolutionary war stuff”

“My bae, George Washington”

“They could’ve killed g-dubz, but they didn’t”

called george washington “g-dubz” frequiently

“Facts”

“Swagtastic”

he got excited over a military general (baron friedrich von steuben) for being a gay military general--”That was very well respected!”

“He had a ton of swagger”--referring to ben franklin

“His nickname was the swamp fox. You guys can call me that”

The snowball fight story--his brother was friends with a kid he hated next door. my teacher challenged the kid--Eric--to a snowball fight. In preparation, my teacher had froze snowballs, and so when he did have the fight, he LITERALLY knocked Eric out and left him on the front lawn unconscious (he was an elementary school kid)

one time he gave us the punishment quiz by accident, tried to make up for it by giving everyone the answer to #6. however, it turned out to be wrong so he just gave us all 100′s instead

another military story of the goat he bought from an old man with his buddies. unfortunately they had to kill the goat to eat, but the FACT that my teacher said this “a cute little goat--you know, baaa?” as if we didn’t know what a goat was 

He was the golf/hockey coach!! so not only would he talk about beating up the kids in the golf club

he would also do random golf swings all the goddamn time! with no gold club or ball, it was just air.

“You are about to get clowned, young lady”

pronounced pamphlet as pamplet fora good part of his teaching career (another story he told us)

“It’s definitely not the declaration of independence you mouth breather!”

George washington = bae on a powerpoint

“you tied me up real good”

“France also popped off”

Compares the Connecticut compromise to ppap (with the song and everything!)

Told someone to shut up after they suggested that Iowa was the least populated state (he’s from Iowa)

hick iowa, to be exact

Wrote 23 as 32, realized his mistake and said “oop im dyslexic”

“If it’s a purge, I’m killing everybody”

“Federalism, not onion!’

“Who’s the dumbass guy? Ducey!” (our state governor)

he got arrested once. his mugshot is on google images and everything

he got arrested bc some guy was destroying his house w a baseball bat at a party his friendw as throwing (but it was at my teachers house). my teacher respectfully punched him and brought him to the front lawn. called the cops when the guy wouldnt leave and ended up being arrested too. teacher thought his career was over and threatened the guy the entire way to the police station

“laugh out loud!”

“We beat the begeezus out of a bunch of british people”

pronounced wolf as woof

“Who was his daddy? Who’s his daddy?”

Called a swim cap a bonnet

“Kick!”--then proceeds to kick a tennis ball. before that he had just thrown it to get out of his way

“Jesus, you’re a big boy”

for like 2 weeks straight he used that same tennis ball to try and erase a whiteboard. and im not talking rubbing it on the board, he fucking threw it at the wall, getting it off little by little. he eventually gave up, though

“I’ll snot rocket into the trash can”

“Cause I realize most of you are morons”

was obsessed with the cowboy boogie

“Every time I cough, my tail bone hurts”

“Do i look normal?”

“I look like an old man”

“Shut up your faces”

“I see you back there, queen”

“Some of you girls need to learn from this article”--the article was old & about girls being submissive

“that would hurt some people’s feelings, but I’m not gonna show it hurt mine”

“He’s just--’meow’”--about his cat

he had a sweater that had his face on it, photoshopped over a boxer that a student gave him. he wore it during winter

flicked a tennis ball across the room with a hockey stick. hit the coffee thermo on his desk, stared for a couple of seconds, and THEN realized that it was open

First off, all you kids making memes about dodging the draft--we don’t want your dumbasses anyway” --continued to rant for a few minutes after that

he HATED the national anthem with a burning passion

“I’m old as shit”

also, his cat’s name IS meow cat

more expo marker throwing

“Hey there handsome”-- to the teacher next door

“Henry clay is going to haunt you until april” (unfortunately we didnt make it that far into the school year bc of covid. disappointed that i didnt get to be haunted)

Singing electric avenue

“but here’s the tea”

“Flagstaff is like--” *reaches as high as he can to put expo marker on the wall

“I’m adopting all of you, and we’re moving to saudi arabia”

teacher: “I’m gonna break bowers kneecaps in front of you. you still want to be on strike?” not bowers but a different kid: “no...?”

Cleaned the shades in the middle of him explaining something

“You know your pinky toe? this little roast beef?”

THE TURTLE SOUP STORY. when my teacher was still a kid, he found a turtle in the wild, and brought it to his grandparents house (they owned a farm). he took care of the turtle for a while, even after his grandfather found out. until one day he came home and saw blood everywhere, went to find the turtle to see it was gone. then found his grandfather chopping up the fucking turtle so they could have it for soup for dinner. his grandfather literally made him fatten up the turtle so they could eat it

“Did mr.*****--?” (referring to himself in 3rd person, also blocked out to protect privacy)

“i’m going to staple your nostrils closed. staple, staple. ‘I can’t breathe mr.*****!’ should’ve done your DBQ!!”

his pedo stache 

stood with a paper and smiled, thinking that a student was taking a picture of him when it was really the paper

doesn’t know who gaston is???

him: “I’m going to staple your noses together. One staple” Student: “*****’s piercing parlor!”

*singing* “beauty and the beast”

“I’m going to tackle you”

more random golf swinging

“What’s up (my name)?” me: hi *he then hits the bun on the top of my head on his way in the door*

And he did it again the next day

he literally made kids compete with pastries

which reminds me, he brought donuts in 2 days in a row like a week after that and make us (his first hour) take bites bc he realized he didn’t want to eat it. one of the girls was glad to take it from him, everyone else told him no

“Good morning (my name) how are you?” me: “I’m sick again... do you need help? (with the door)” him; “Actually, yes” (normally he can open the door even when his hands are full but there was a stack of pop tart boxes that were as tall as him so) i opened the door, he goes in and says, “thank you (my name), for not being rude”

the following quotes are for the Hot Seat

Student: “what do you do--?” him: “you’re in the hot seat!”

“Some people cry”

“La *****, luxurious”

“You sit here, and you stare (into the projector light)”

basically everyone in the class had to answer a question as a review. there was a stool in front of the smartboard, perfectly placed so that the projector light would LITERALLy be in your eyes. i actually got the question right on some miracle.

“2 points of weed?”

“Can I get some of that hot leaf?”

“They will make more drugs! You can’t do that much drug!”

“You guys bullied me and stole it”

“Whole rest of the nation sucked an egg”

“Whelp, let’s just kill myself”

“Do you guys know david chapel?” *sigh when everyone says no*

*some girls singing the national anthem* Him: “no! none of this, none of this!”

“Calibri’s for idiots” (the font)

“The only thing that was in--shit”

“and uncle sam--gettin lit”

“Their daddy--UH--”

“They’re going to blame the jews--my people” (he got a dna test done, he’s not actually jewish)

“Whatever you say, boomer”

“Use my words to plagiarize in college”

“I’m jewish, that’s offensive”

“Tell him he gave me instant cancer”

Me: “can i go to the bathroom?” him: “I’ll allow it”

him: “He’s antisemetic and it hurts my feelings” student: “what does that mean again?” him: “Hates jews :(”

“You guys can call me kingfish if you’d like”

~ after we said no to the nicknames, we tried to make one for him ~

student: “cornhusker!” him: “no, that’s offensive... and it’s also nebraska”

student: “corn picker!” him: “no--that sounds like a racist term or something”

“Unless corona really does take over--” (thank u, mr. for ruining the school year”

Student: “how old was she (his mom) when she had you?” him: “thirteen”

“My mom just turned 40 the other day...” (a joke)

him: “My brother got t-boned by a semi truck last night” Student: “Why are you laughing?” him: “Because he lived.”

“Yeah bc I would hide out in a public school with 300 new kids a year” (about him not living in iowa so he’s hiding out in az to get away from his “criminal record” (refer to the 1 time hes been arrested))

“Baby death?”

“Their family has more money than jesus”

*Standing outside the door yelling “CORONA” to students walking in”

“Hey I’m *****, f-word, blah, blah”

“We should fight our cats.”

“OH that’s a big chonk cat.”

“Mortal Kombat is pretty cool. I haven’t played in 25 years”

he told us in class once that we shouldnt open the front door if cops show up at a party. just to shut the blinds and be a little quieter bc the cops cant legally open the door

also one time he had a gun pointed to his face but he never finished that story bc he never liked it

during quarantine he set a DBQ as 1000 points (and i still didnt do it)

and “Here’s the tea, kiddos!”

honorable mentions: all the time he’s sent out emails bc theyre fucking hilarious

[smallcrystals]

The Little Things | FlashSpruce

there will probably be a lot of mistakes in here, such as errors about PE as well as some typos if I’m really that dumb, but y’know, just ignore them lmao

This is (shamelessly) inspired by a Taehyung & Jimin video (or better know as Vmin) that went around Twitter (I’ll post a picture below of the specific scene that sparked this) and I have no idea where this sudden thought of FlashSpruce doing this came from but here we are.

This won’t be part of the Shields & Leaves fic on AO3, though you can consider this in the same universe?? But yeah, this is a drabble, not a one-shot, keep that in mind haha.

Without any further ado, I hope you enjoy this! ♡

P.S. This is the picture I was talking about with Vmin, Taehyung is the black haired and Jimin is the blond :D

You’d think being outdoors for most of your life, you’d get used to the running around on hard and slippery surfaces, or that your muscles would’ve grown stronger. And it seems that way when you take a good look at Timber’s physique but apparently that’s not the case when he’s trying to fucking stretch his limbs.

Coach Spitfire demanded everyone go and warm up, do some stretches before going into basketball. After sprinting across one end of the field to the other three times, Timber took a couple of lunges and stretched his arms. The first few were pretty simple to do, nothing really to complain about. But that wasn’t until he sat himself on the grass to stretch his leg and hip muscles.

There are quite a few things Timber will never admit to unless he’s held at knife point. And the fact he is not very flexible is one of those. (Another is that he doesn’t know batshit about basketball but he’s gonna pretend like he does. He’s totally not doing to impress someone else.) He strains his right calf over his left thigh, while keeping his left leg straight and a sting pierces his knee-pit.

Timber winces at the pain. This’ll be easy, she said, we’ll be fine, she said, he silently scowls. The tip of his right trainer is barely touching his inner left thigh and he immediately pulls back. It relaxes the sharp pain in his left leg, leaving a numb throb. He allows his upper body’s urge to collapse against the grass and he groans internally. Once he’s lying, still breathless from the sprinting and battling his lack of flexibility, he turns his head left and spots a certain blue haired eighteen-year-old from the very corner.

Flash is standing, legs more than shoulder width apart, and he’s gazing aimlessly up and around him as he lunges side to side. And Timber really shouldn’t be staring because he needs to get his ass up and finish stretching but, he can’t—okay, he can help it, he keeps telling himself that he can’t just so he can stare at his boyfriend.

It’s no surprise that Flash has always been a fucking gorgeous work of art to him. Even when he was focused on Twilight at the camp, he couldn’t help but let his eyes follow Flash every now and then. Sometimes he feels dumb that he didn’t go straight to Flash instead of waiting two fucking years to say something.

From that face of a model to those curves of his waist and hips, not to mention thighs of a motherfucking dancer. With those grey shorts that are half his thighs – and knowing Flash intentionally wore those this PE double period simply to spite him – he has to make sure his mind doesn’t drop somewhere it shouldn’t.

(And Timber fails that every single day. But Flash’s also as horny as Timber, so you can’t really blame him.)

Timber blinks out of his daydream when he hears another one of Spitfire’s raging rants from across the field – probably yelling at Snips and Snails for messing around again – and that’s when he realises how long he’s been staring. He pushes himself up, instantly crossing his legs and leaning against one arm. Timber sighs against his palm and huffs a few strands of hair that fell on his face out the way.

He feels a finger poke lightly at the back of his head and he jolts, instantly looking up at the boy. Flash looked down at him with that cute smile, that cute smile saved for him and him only. His hands slide down to Timber’s shoulders, massaging his thumbs tenderly into his back.

“What’s up?” Flash tilts his head, his hair a little disheveled from Rainbow Dash ruffling it against his will, and it just made him all the more cute. Which shouldn’t be possible but it is, and Timber isn’t complaining.

He smirks. “You.”

Flash rolls his eyes, slapping Timber’s exposed neck lightly. It causes little giggles to spill out of his mouth, and he knows Flash is biting his lip to prevent calling Timber adorable. Babe, just gimme the compliment, feed my praise kink. He watches Flash’s shadow squat down to his level, one hundred percent ignoring the feeling of Flash's muscular and thick thighs hugging his sides, and his arms slither around Timber’s middle.

“Aren’t you gonna stretch?” Flash asks.

Timber pulls the corner of his mouth into his cheek. “I was trying to but...” He cuts himself off, his shoulders tensing. He’s not gonna admit that he isn’t flexible out loud, nope, nada, never. Maybe in the bedroom, sure. But in front of the others, especially AJ who is only three feet away, I think fucking not.

“But...?” He teases in that tone.

“Nothing—I was gonna continue until you came along.”

“Really? I could’ve sworn I saw you lying down and ogling me a second ago.” Flash’s chin snuggles into the crook of Timber’s neck, the coolness of his head touching the blushing heat of his neck, and he feels Flash’s mouth twitch into a smile.

“I was taking a rest. And I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Flash stays silent for a bit after letting out a little chuckle at Timber’s antics, shifting his legs so he’s kneeling on the grass. A faint buzz of conversation around him tells him his classmates are still warming up, and that they hopefully won’t notice how touchy they’re being. Or he hopes they keep quiet if they do.

“Do you want me to help you?” Flash says, voice almost too low, the one that sends tingles down his spine. His strong hands are rubbing softly over Timber’s bare arms and, honestly, he really adores how well Flash managed to pick up all the small touches that make Timber feel more at ease. Just the little things he loves about him.

“Um…” Timber fiddles with his fingers that lay in the middle of his crossed legs. He thinks about it for a couple of seconds, weighing out the chances of bruising his big ass ego by his boyfriend to help him stretch his legs. It really doesn’t matter at this point, he concludes, so he hums a yes.

He’s not gonna lie, Timber could’ve just skipped this exercise and pretend he did it but he’s seen how obvious it is when someone hasn’t stretched their leg muscles. Either that or Timber’s been focusing way too much on his peers. Eh, doing the stretches is better than getting another scolding from Spitfire again.

He uncrosses his legs, pulling them back to the same position they were before, his hands pressing his left leg down by the knee. Flash’s arms come and wrap him, feeling Flash’s arm muscles against his.

“We’ll do it for five seconds, okay baby?” Flash whispers, leaning in to give him a kiss on his jaw.

The tips of Timber’s ears and his cheeks feel warm, almost burning if he’s being real. But it seems to cool down a little when Flash presses his cheek against his.

He reaches for Timber’s right leg, bringing it back and then Timber pulls his calf over his thigh. It only starts to sting at his knee but when Flash pushes his calf further over his thigh, the right side of his hip starts aching too. It’s easier to control when Flash is holding his calf from his right knee and his ankle instead of himself, because he knew the second his sensitive ass body started hurting, he’d give up. Timber holds his head down, squeezing his eyes a bit as Flash helps him hold the stretch for five seconds.

Once they’re over, Timber lets out a heavy sigh of relief. And it soon washes off when he realises he needs to do his other leg too. He huffs and mumbles curses under his breath. Flash giggles quietly at Timber’s childish behaviour and he sweetly takes the time to massage his thighs to rid the pain.

While his hands are there, Timber glances over at his own as well. They both have big hands, Timber’s being a little larger than Flash’s, yet if there’s one thing he envies about his boyfriend is that Flash’s hands are perfect. No arguments had. From the neatly cut fingernails to the soft and defined knuckles—yes, he may also have a hand kink for Flash, leave him alone.

They get onto the other leg relatively quickly, the pain on the opposite side of him weighs out the previous once he’s actually stretching. A whine spills out of Timber’s lips when the sting grows harsher and Flash immediately lets go. He managed to see the look of concern on Flash’s face, because Timber let out that whine, and he leaps up to peck his lips, letting him know it’s okay.

Flash helps him up and the boy uses a little too much strength for his own good, causing Timber to tip over him. They giggle, hands too touchy for decency’s sake, and Timber leans in to nudge his nose against Flash’s.

It’s when they share one open-mouth kiss when Spitfire calls on them.

“Sentry!” The boys jump at the raspy voice of their coach, fingers still intertwined with the other’s. “You and your boyfriend are cute and all but can you stop being a couple and get over here?”

Timber tsks under his breath so only Flash can hear him. “Homophobe.” He rolls his eyes and receives a playful smack on the chest. With now one hand holding onto his, Flash drags him along to the crowd of students.

“And Spruce, I better not see you gawking at your boyfriend’s ass,” Spitfire says and a few knowingly laughs arise from their classmates.

“But it’s not my fault my boyfriend is the only one who doesn’t have a flat—”

Flash shoves him hard before he has a chance to finish that sentence.

[altyexcray]

It Had It Coming

This beautiful idea came from a prompt on Twitter by the ever lovely Little Popworkshop.

It took hold of my plunnies and just ran. The fuckers.

To my loves, What A Mistake He Made has not been forgotten!! The plunnies are assholes, and multiplying thanks to various prompts from @sageclover61 and @talkingtomyselfagain. I hate you both so hard.

Enjoy!!

It Had It Coming

In the passenger seat, Sam's head thunked along the window, snapped him out of dead sleep. Behind him, the rustling of a blanket let him know Jack was awake too. Both shot Dean identical confused faces.

No way were they at the Bunker already. Sam had nodded off, checked his watch, barely three hours ago. Even at the speeds he drove, there were no human ways to clear five state lines in that time.

"Dude. What the Hell?!" Sam all but yelled at Dean, who took another turn nearly on two wheels. Jack barely managed to grab the seat to avoid being flung like a ragdoll.

"Pie."

One word answer. Great. Nothing good ever came out of his brother's obsessive devotiom to pie. "Yea, and? There's pie in the Bumker, Dean. What's so great about this one? Meet another former cheerleader while on a case?" From the unamused look he was given, definite no then.

Sam braced when Dean checked the rearview, threw the blinker on and gunned it for the next exit. Gave up trying to figure out what Dean was up to, chose to relax, watching Jack out of the corner of his eye. They'd gotten him an old school water hoop game. The nephilim was eternally facinated by it. Long hours spent trying to get all the hoops on the same post. It did make the endless miles interesting, to see how Jack put so much concentration into the device. Best excuse to visit a yard sale ever.

Another rapid jerk drew Sam from his musings. Dean cut the engine, all but pulled a Road Runner to escape the car. Bright neon blinking on the Impala's windshield broken by Dean's silhouette cutting across the parking lot. Jack caught on first, eyes fixed oin the source of the bright glow.

"A pie vending machine?" Focus turned to the tall hunter, curiousity clear in his voice. "Sam. Is this normal? Pie being dispensed from a vending machine?"

Sam turned sp he see Dean, busy perusing the apparently vast selection. Decision made, the pair watched while Dean made his seleciton, fed the machine a few bills, press a button and wait, eyes fixed on the small glass door.

A few minutes pass, no pie. Dean smacks the machine, talking to himself. When the taps do nohing, he attempts to rock it. Sam hazards a guess it's bolted to the wall, going off the garbled yell. Behind him, Jack breathes, happy to witness the outcome of Dean versus the pie vending machine. Winner take all.

Another muffled shout draws Sam back to the scene playing out past the Impala's bumper. From the loud growls and violent kicking, the machine was still refusing to relinquish the object of his brother's affections.

When Dean throws his hands, Sam figures that would be the end of it, they'd get back on the road and continue towards home.

Not by a long shot.

From the waistband at his back, Dean removes his gun, pointed at his holding nemesis.

"Dean!"

The shout started him, but his aim didn't waiver. Hunter reflexes. Pie or not, the machine had to go.

Quick scan of the parking lot confirmed his suspicions, much to Sam''s relief. No one out at 2 in the morning to witness his brother's meltdown over pie. Tentative tap on his shoulder, then Jack's face in his line of sight.

"Should we stop him?"

Dean's aim turned on the keypad. Three rapid shots in quick succession before Sam could reply.

Easy as you please, the glass front to the vending machine swung outward. Four levels of pie on full display, ripe for the taking.

Quick shake of his head, Sam finally got out of the Impala, Jack in tow. With some clever Tetris, they could pack the pies somehow in the cooler.

No reason to leave good pie behind.

-Fin-

[rhainontheshelves]

Hey could I request 94 & 87 for Rocky?

A/N: In light of the Astro comeback, I finally ditched my original idea for this and came up with this! Thanks for being patient for a year and 4 months! Happy New Year, and happy reading! - Rhin

#94: “I had a bad dream again.”

#87: “Stay awake.”

    You woke up in a sweat, your heart racing and mouth dry. Your head whipped to the left, expecting someone to be there, but all there was was the piercing light of your alarm clock, reading 1:15 AM. Sighing, you covered your eyes with your arm and did some breathing exercises to calm down. It’s okay. Everything’s over, you’re fine.

    Finding the familiar worn plastic in between your mattress and the bed frame, you pulled out your phone and dialed your best friend Minhyuk.

    “Oh, please be awake, please be awake.” you muttered as the other end rang. At the last second, he picked up and relief washed over you.

    “Hey (Y/N), what’s up?” Minhyuk’s low and scratchy voice came over a bit too loud. It was obvious that he was tired, but he often stayed up late to choreograph songs for his group. You could faintly hear music in the background, further confirming what you knew.

    “Are you at the building?”

    “Yeah, why?”

    “Is it alright if I come over for bit? Or would I be destroying your creative process?” You tossed in a teasing tone. He often told you that he liked being alone so he wouldn’t get distracted, but you knew that having someone there to listen to his ideas and give him feedback helped him a lot. He recognized this too, but most of the time was too stubborn to admit it, so you two threw around the “creative process” joke whenever times like this came around.

    “My creative process is and always will be intact,” he retorted, feigning offense. “It doesn’t care if you’re here or not.”

    Laughing, you rolled out of bed and started changing into your go-to leggings and hoodie. “I take that as a yes.”

    “No, I wouldn’t want my BFF’s company at 1 in the morning! Of course you can come over. I’ll unlock the side door for you.”

    “Cool. Thanks, man.”

    “No problem. See you in a bit.”

    “Yep!” With that, you hung up and slipped on some sneakers. Grabbing your keys and a hair tie, you left your apartment and walked to Fantagio.

    About 15 minutes later, you pulled open the side door and walked down the dark hallway. The light from the practice room and the faint playing of Call Out guided your steps to Minhyuk.

    “Hey, close the door! You’re letting all the cold air in,” Minhyuk called from the middle of the room. You were standing in the doorway, watching his fluid movements and the little quirky ones as he tried to figure out what should be next.

    “It’s burning up in here! You need some cold air,” you fully entered and set your keys down on the table next to his phone.

    “It’s perfect in here, thank you very much. Besides, you’re wearing a hoodie!”

    “Because it’s cold outside! It’s winter, Minhyuk!” you shook your head. “Where were we going with this?”

    “Honestly, I have no idea.”

      “I don’t know either.” Plopping on the couch, you started scrolling on your phone. Soon, a sweaty and kinda smelly Minhyuk joined you.

    “To what do I owe this visit?” he asked, not-so-sneakily looking over your shoulder at your screen.

    “I had a bad dream again.”

    “Again? Why was I not aware of these?”

     You shrugged, trying to push the recollections to the back of your mind. “They don’t happen too often, and they don’t include you, so you didn’t need to know.”

     Out of the corner of your eye, you saw possibly the biggest eye roll known to mankind. “If you’re having nightmares that keep you up past 2 in the morning, I should definitely know about them.”

    “Look, I usually wake up from them around 4, so you’re lucky this is early for me.”

    “Still isn’t a good reason,” he sing-songed.

    “Ugh, shut up Minhyuk.” you slapped him on the arm and switched to Twitter to continue scrolling.

    “What are they about?”

    You raised an eyebrow. “What?”

    “The nightmares. If you want to talk about them, then they might go away.”

    “Honestly? I’d rather go back to middle school.” you tried to be as nonchalant as you could, but there was a tremor in your voice anyway.

    “They’re that bad? Wow, they must have you really shaken up.” Concern made his eyebrows furrow and a small frown appear. The only other time you refused to talk to him about something was when you were having problems with family and choosing between the company and university. You had explained to him after it passed that you had felt like you needed to listen to yourself and not have anyone else’s opinion influencing you. He figured it was something similar this time, too. “Just know you’re not alone in this, okay?”

    You dabbed at your eyes. “Okay.”

      “Hey, do you still remember that routine we did before you left?” Minhyuk hopped up and held out his hands.

    “Hyuk, that was like three years ago! How could I remember?”

      “I could re-teach you!”

    Finally, a grin broke out on your face. “Okay, let’s do it. See if I still got my moves.”

    “They’ll come back, I don’t doubt it for a minute.”

    You took his hands, got hoisted up, and followed Minhyuk to the middle of the room, ready to dance like you used to.

~~~

    “Yeah!” you yelled, jumping up and down. “We did it!”

      You two just did the whole routine all the way through without any mistakes. It took you a bit and a lot of reminders, but eventually muscle memory kicked in and suddenly you were dancing pretty much like before you left. Minhyuk loved the moment when you realized you were matching him with minimal effort. Your eyes lit up and you grinned really big, suddenly gaining more energy and charisma. He loved this side of you.

    “Yeah! I’m so proud of you!” he mirrored your excitement, hugging you and spinning you around. “It’s just like old times!”

    “Old times.” you hugged him tighter, “I miss the old times.”

      “Me too.” he sighed, enjoying this little moment.

      You pulled away and put your hands on his shoulders. “We have to film this.”

      “We do?”

    “Yeah! So we can compare it to that video the staff took when we first mastered this!”

    “Okay. Ddoca should be around here somewhere.” Minhyuk began to look around.

    “We could just do it on our phones. Is there a tripod anywhere?” You opened a closet and found one.

    “My phone doesn’t have enough space. Ddoca probably has better filming quality, anyway.” Minhyuk pulled a little white camera out from behind the soundboard with a triumphant “Aha!”.

    “Okay.” you shrugged. “Having the company label on it would probably be safer, anyway.”

    Minhyuk laughed as he set the tripod up and screwed on Ddoca. “You know all of that is added after we film everything, right?”

     “Yeah, I know! I’m just saying that I don’t mind if the company releases it if they want to.”

      “Alright, we’re set.” Minhyuk looked up at you. “Wanna do an introduction?”

    “I guess that’s probably the best way to do things, huh?” you came and crouched next to Minhyuk. “It’s gonna be weird, though.”

    “You’ll get used to it.” Minhyuk chuckled. “Ready?”

    With a nod, he reached over and pressed record.

    “What’s up! It’s Rocky,” Minhyuk started, using his stage name out of force of habit. “Today is kind of a special edition of Y.Y.Y. I have a guest today!” He grinned as he put both arms out and gestured to you like that Will Smith meme. You shyly smiled and waved.

    “I’m (Y/N). I used to be a trainee here at Fantagio.”

      “We auditioned and got accepted around the same time, so we kinda became best friends.” Minhyuk put an arm around your shoulders, throwing you off balance and causing you to fall on your butt. You two dissolved into giggles, mostly due to it being 3:30 in the morning.

    “Dear god, we’re tired.” you said, wiping a tear from your eye. “It’s so early.”

    “Stay awake!” Minhyuk shook your shoulders. “We gotta get this done.” he went into another giggle fit.

      “Anyway, we’re best friends here to recreate a routine we learned before I left and he debuted.” You smacked him, signalling him to calm down and focus. “We spent an hour and a half relearning it, so hopefully it’s pretty similar to the original.”

    “It’s probably way better now. We’ve both matured and changed our styles, so it’ll look way different. Are you ready?” Minhyuk looked at you.

    “As I’ll ever be. Let’s go!” With that, you went to your spot, Minhyuk started the music, and you two performed.

    It felt like a huge audience was watching when it was only a camera. Nerves turned into focus. Focus on your moves, on your expressions, on the flow with Minhyuk. It felt like the old times, and that was the best feeling you had in a while. And just like old times, the routine was over way too quickly. You both froze in the ending pose, breathing heavily and grinning from ear to ear.

    Minhyuk picked you up and spun you around again, making you squeal in surprise. “Minhyuk, I swear to god-”

    “That was even better than the last time! We should have filmed the whole process.” Minhyuk continued to hold you as he walked toward Ddoca.

    “No! I would have made a fool out of myself!” you lightly smacked his head. He put you down and squatted for Ddoca again.

    “You did fine, (Y/N)! I swear, this girl is too hard on herself.” He said to the camera.

    “Do you want me to actually whack you? ‘Cause I can do that.”

    “Okay, okay, I’ll stop! Let me live.”

    “We’ll see.”

    “Uh, yeah. Anyway! We need to go, so this is Rocky and (Y/N) signing off.”

    “Hopefully we’ll get to do more stuff in the future! Bye Ddoca,” you waved once again as Minhyuk said bye and stopped recording.

    You flopped on the ground. “My legs are burning. Is that normal?”

    “You haven’t danced seriously in years. I think it’s normal.” Minhyuk chuckled.

    “Getting sleepy…” you couldn’t keep your eyes open anymore. You were warm from dancing and exhausted.

    “Ah, let’s get you home before you do that. Come on, get up.” Minhyuk grabbed your hands and pulled you up.

    Minhyuk walked you home after locking up. You yawned pretty much the whole way home, infecting him with them too.

    “Do you want to stay the night?” you asked before you entered the apartment building. “You’re just as tired as I am.”

    “I would, but Jinwoo-hyung and Dongmin-hyung are gonna have my head if I don’t go back to the dorm soon.” Minhyuk rubbed his neck.

    You frowned, but hugged him anyway. “Be safe going back, okay?”

    “I will.” He said, squeezing you once for good measure. He watched you run up the stairs and open the door to the complex.

     “(Y/N)!” Minhyuk called just before the door closed.

    You stuck your head out of the door. “What?”

    “When you have another nightmare, I’ll always be there to dance with you.”

[miriyos]

i’m a little stitious (wc: 1,858)

(I definitely took the title from The Office, no shame. Based on this. Written as if it was the start of the season.)

Geno hates the connotation that comes along with being superstitious. Like most other players, he has his routine that he sticks to. That’s what he calls it. He’s played hockey for what feels like his entire life. Very rarely does he take something that works out of his routine, and only if he feels like he’s in a drought does he consider taking something out.

Some people he’s dated have taken the time to be considerate of the schedule he keeps. A few long-term relationships down the road, none of them have ever really played a role in preparing Geno for a game.

Except, now, Sid.

Sweet, a little bit shy, and most certainly, hockey crazy, Sidney Crosby. Geno has never really met someone like Sid before.

The Penguins are visiting Minnesota for a game. They’re given a day off while Minnesota is busy on a back-to-back when Geno catches word that St. Cloud University is having a women’s hockey game. Their arena is an hour away but if the young boys plan on going out to pick up, Geno would almost rather have them mingle with girls their own age than mess with cougars.

What a concept. Geno never heard of it until he came to America.

That’s where he meets Sid for the first time, always the first person to jump up out of his seat during an exciting play, complete with an embarrassing sign with his sister’s name on it clearly made with their mother’s touch. It’s nearly a full house for a women’s college game and Sid just might be the loudest person in attendance whether it be cheering or simply talking to himself.

The Huskies are on a 2-3 lead at home hoping to solidify the win when the away team pulls their goalie. Crosby in the net thinks about freezing the puck, decides against it, and sends it flying across the ice so fast Geno’s not even sure if McDavid could catch up to it. Huskies get the empty net and Geno promptly smacked in the face with Sid’s cardboard sign.

He might play up the pain a little bit in front of the boys, but he’s the captain so he can always glare the rookies into submission later. Right now, he’s focused on the beautiful man holding his face, checking for paper cuts.

Sid must apologize a dozen times in his Canadian politeness before he agrees to let it go.

“I’m so sorry,” he apologizes again after apologizing for apologizing so much.

Geno just laughs, ignoring the shocked faces of his teammates. “If so sorry, you come to Pens game tomorrow? Cheer me on?”

Me, not us. He suffers from chirping on his pickup line skills for weeks. It’s well worth it the way Sid’s face gets a blushy red. Geno doesn’t usually do this, try to pick up where people can see him. It’s one thing to do it at the club where it’s dark and there’s so many bodies around it could be easy to mistake Geno for anyone. But here, Geno can hear some whispers of people who’ve recognized them and he doesn’t care.

“I’d love to,” Sid says, a bit shocked and breathless. “Can I bring someone? My sister?”

“Of course, I’m love to meet her.”

*

Sid lives in Pittsburgh and after four months of dating Geno, moves in with him. A notable amount of Sid’s things were already in Geno’s house and with Sid’s lease up, it seemed like a good opportunity to bring the topic up. He steps back long enough to make sure he isn’t rushing things and decides screw it.

The worst Sid can do is say no.

Sid doesn’t. He asks every other variation of making sure Geno thought things through and making sure if Geno won’t get tired of him if Sid moves in too early. Geno doesn’t think that’s possible.

“He makes a good trophy husband,” Flower teases Geno one day. Sid has successfully gained Scarlet’s favor and is showing her his best impression of his face off look.

Silently, Geno agrees.

*

While Geno is prepping for his pregame nap, Sid is coming out of a fresh shower after coming home from the gym. He just looks soft with his hair wet and dressed comfortably in a Pens shirt Geno is pretty sure Sid stole from him. It doesn’t take much to persuade Sid to lay down with Geno for a while, just until he falls asleep, but when Geno wakes up, Sid is still tucked under the curve of his arm, perhaps even closer than how they started off.

Geno has never taken a better nap.

Sid wakes up with him and makes enough pasta for the both of them as a late lunch, early dinner. Geno spends the majority of that time admiring how good Sid looks in his kitchen. No longer awkward and afraid to ask where things are or if he can use them. Some things on the higher shelves Geno had to move down just so Sid could reach them.

Geno never mentioned it but Sid must’ve appreciated the gesture if the spontaneous makeout on the couch was an indication.

On the way out to the arena, Sid gives Geno a good luck kiss in the doorway of their house. Sid gets perhaps a lot more handsy with Geno in his suit, which gives him so many ideas he’ll have to touch on with Sid later, however, he gathers his inner strength and walks away.

The jumbotron catches Sid later filming the replay of Geno’s second goal of the night. For the rest of the duration of the game and an hour after, Twitter is buzzing wanting to know who the attractive man behind the glass was.

Flower screenshots every last one of the comments and sends them to Geno.

*

The Pens take bets on how many open practices Sidney will show up to. So far, since meeting Geno, he’s five for five.

Tanger and Flower have completely monopolized Sid’s time away from Geno. In the midst of their poorly veiled interrogation on his intentions toward their captain they discover Sid played hockey. So now, the rest of the boys are equally impressed.

At some point, someone gets Sid one of Geno’s sticks and a roll of tape. The rookies watch awe of Sid’s meticulous taping skills, his tongue poking out of the corner of his mouth in the cutest way as he gets Geno’s stick the way he wants it.

Geno doesn’t have the heart to tell Sid that that isn’t how he likes his sticks taped. He just asks Dana on the side to prepare another one. Somehow, the stick ends up on Geno’s rack and later in his hand anyway. It takes until the puck hits his stick that he notices something different. He still manages to score on Flower so maybe Sid didn’t tape it badly, just not the way Geno would have.

The stick stays, taped and all, a weird request Geno has never given before. It goes with them to Philly where it ends up in Geno’s hand again. By the end of the night, Geno has three assists and a new method of taping his sticks.

He can’t manage to replicate Sid’s method on his own though.

“You do much better than me,” he tells Sid with four sticks lined up to be taped.

“Are you sure?” Sid still asks. “Wouldn’t you rather tape it the way you like it?”

Geno shrugs. “I like your way better.”

“I could just teach you,” Sid suggests although clearly in hockey mode. His tongue is poking out again. Geno briefly thinks that he should definitely kiss his boyfriend.

So, he does.

Sidney has to tape the stick all over again from scratch though for being distracted. Worth it.

*

The Metro Division is something of a mess right now. The Pens are trying their best to secure a wildcard position. It’s going to happen. Geno won’t let this go on for much longer if he has anything to say about it. The Capitals, however, are top of the Metro. Ovi aside, the Caps need to win a little less so the Pens can rise through the rankings.

And Philly. And maybe the Devils too.

Geno just wants to win. As back to back Stanley Cup champions, they’ve been doing that a little less often than they were expected to.

Caps play the Detroit Red Wings, a team Geno couldn’t really if they won or lost, except they’re playing Ovi so he’s officially Team Detroit.

Sid misses much of the heart attacks caused from the three periods played. Regulation ends in a tie, they take a commercial break to prep for OT just as Sid walks through the door, home from work finally. He gets out greetings for Geno and all his teammates, barely kisses Geno on the cheek when bam. Tomas Tatar scores in OT.

Red Wings win.

Right after the Devils play the Bruins at home. Sid isn’t allowed to leave the room unless there’s a commercial. The Devils also lose.

Now the Pens are that much closer to a playoff spot.

*

Roadies were difficult before, but now they’re even moreso. Geno’s routines are all messed up.

He can’t call Sid before practice, not when Sidney’s at work, but Sid does manage to call him later on the way home. It’s later in Pittsburgh than it is in LA which works in their favor. Geno gets enough of his Sid time before he has to start trying to nap. He ignores all the kissy faces Flower is giving him.

Later, he goes out, plays hard, feels his stick crack in his hands while he’s coming down from an adrenaline high from having one of the best shifts of his career.

“Broke?” he asks Reaver on the bench for a second opinion. A few cracks are probably nothing.

Reaves at first nods, then begins to shake his head when he sees the damage. “Yeah, pretty sure sticks don’t crack that much.”

Geno curses in Russian briefly. “I’m sore, I can’t change!”

Unfortunately, Geno’s stick doesn’t hold on.

During intermission Geno sends Sid a long string of frowny faces without eyes.

When he can finally go back to Pittsburgh, he and Sid sit on the couch. Sid taping five more of Geno’s sticks while Geno randomly fills out bubbles on a blank scantron. He colors in six C’s in a row before Sid leans against his side.

“You should probably throw some other letters in there, too. The kids get panicky when they’re the same letter for too long,” Sid advises.

So Geno does.

He spells CAB three times before he comes to where Sid told him to stop. It’ll probably be the most second-guess endusing quiz Sidney will ever give his students.

Sid ends up sprawled out on the couch, petting their foster cat, which certainly will end up being adopted by them anyway, his legs on top of Geno’s. Domestic, Geno thinks.

“What?” Sid asks eventually, seeing Geno staring.

Geno shrugs. The kiss probably does most of the talking for him.

[smutfiction]

Green doesn't look good on you - TJ Perkins Smut

Did somebody order a side of crappy smut? I will be updating this off and on to make it better. Constructive criticism is really appreciated, becauseI know I need improvement. A/N: Hey guys, I’m sorry I’ve not been posting in awhile I still have writers block and ive been busy with Twitter and school. But hopefully I’m back now. Also another smut will be posted this week but it’s a personal request ive been working on it a lot and it’s amost finished. Btw this is my first time writing smut so please don’t hate me. Warnings: Crappy editing and ending because I’ve been working on this at 12 am and this took 3 hours to finish. So there will be mistakes, grammar issues and a lot of other stuff. TJ also uses the words Slut and whore a lot, oops? Rough sex, Daddy Kink!, Cursing, I did go back and forth on the daddy kink because not everyone likes that. Poorly Written Smut. Finn makes a special appearance in this. Pairings: TJ Perkins x Reader Summary: TJ is jealous and fucks the reader. ——– “Damn, looking good baby.” one of the male superstars said to me while letting out a wolf whistle. I just scoffed as I walked pasted him. I was searching around the whole arena looking for The Finn Bálor who was also my biggest best friend in the whole wide world. We went way back, I’m talking NJPW back. I was about to give up when I heard that familiar irish accent. “Y/N!” Finn screamed as he ran up to me wrapping his strong arms around me. “Finn!” I said back, mocking his excitement. I also had wrapped mine arms around him returning the hug. “Oh my gosh! I’ve missed you so much.” Finn squealed. “Awe, I’ve missed you too.” I smiled up at him admiring his beautiful features. Like his blue eyes, his red tinted lips, that pale perfect complexion of his and that contagious bright smile he always wore. Snap out of it Y/n, you have a boyfriend. I thought snapping harshly at myself. I was too busy being zoned out though that I didn’t hear the ahem behind me at first. I slowly unwrapped my arms from Finn’s well built frame. “Oh hey.” I said as I turned around being met with TJ’s harsh glare. “What the hell are you doing?” TJ snapped harshly at me, his brown eyes glaring at me and Finn. “Um hugging a friend?” I said although it sounded more like a question than a reply. “Um not what it looks like to me. And you buddy stay away from my girl or you’ll be getting a detonation kick from me, you got that punk.” TJ turned and jabbed his pointer finger at Finn as his stare felt like it was burning a hole through Finn’s head. “Got it” Finn weakly muttered. “Well I’m gonna go, see ya later, cutie” Finn said as he kissed your cheek and ran away, leaving you shocked. “I’m gonna kill him.” TJ said in rage as he tried to run after Finn. “Baby, no!” you shouted as you held him back. You looked up at his angry face telling you he was pissed and you weren’t gonna lie it turned you on. “And you know what I’m sick and tired of you flirting with other men Y/n, it’s time I’d show you who’s boss and who you belong too.” TJ growled as he dragged you to his dressing room. As soon as TJ got to the dressing room he shutted the door and slammed you into it. “Since you wanna act like a filthy slut you’re gonna be treated like one,” TJ growled into your ear lightly bitting on the shell of it and kissing his way down your neck, slightly sucking on your soft spot which caused you to moan loudly and probably will leave an hickey. He quickly took off your clothes and disregarded them around the room somewhere. “Now get on your knees,” he demanded while he fumbled with his pants button. When you didn’t listen he grabbed you by the hair and roughly pushed you on your knees. “When I say something you fucking do it the first time whore, got that” he slightly yelled. You only nodded scared to speak. You’ve never seen this side of him and truthfully it made you wet and weak in the knees. After about a second he took his pants and boxers off sliding them down his thick legs and as they pooled onto the floor. He stepped out of them and right in front of your face. “You know what to do slut, now get sucking and by the way if you tease me your punishment will be worse.” he said with no emotion but pure jealously and lust written on his face. You gulped not even thinking about talking back as his dark brown eyes stared down at you. You took one your small hands and wrapped it around his cock while the only massaged his balls. You slowly kissed his tip, before finally licking down his shaft. “What did I say about teasing me,” he grunted. He quickly shoved his whole dick down your throat which caused you to gagged. “Now that’s better” he said in a lustful voice as he started thrusting into your mouth. You hurriedly picked up the pace by sucking his dick as fast you could to meet his thrusts. You continuously massage his balls as he moaned out an fuck. “Looked at you, down on your knees taking daddy’s cock like a good girl” he purred. You let out a moaned and looked at him through your eyelashes which caused him to moan as the vibrations ranned up his dick. You sucked harder and faster as he threw his head back at the pleasure he was reciving. His harsh thrusts slowed down and as he a moaning mess. “Fuck, babygirl, daddy is so close.” he grunted making a misshift ponytail of your hairl, tugging on it while looking down at your naked form. “Come on daddy you can do it” you said urging him on while still sucking on his dick. After a few more harsh thrusts and sucks, he camed down your throat. You pulled him out of your mouth and swallowed all of his cum. His breath still uneven as he roughly pulled you up and onto the couch on all fours. “Now here is what I’m gonna do, I’m going to fuck you so hard until the whole rooster knows mine name, got it and I expect an answer from you” he said growling as he roughly smacked your ass. “Y-yes D-daddy,” you said crying out from the pain that soon turned into pleasure. “Aw would you look at that, already so wet for me kitten and I’ve barely touched you,” he smirk as he ran his two fingers down your wet lips teasingly. He finally thrust two fingers into your pussy. “Fuck TJ” you moaned out not expecting for it to be so fast. TJ continuously thrust his fingers into you. And each time your moans got louder and louder. “You see this tight little pussy babygirl it’s only mine and no one elses.” he husked into your ear. “Yes, only yours daddy.” you agreed as you let out an slutty moan. One hand was still thrusting into you while the other one was smacking your ass. “S-shit Teej, I’m closed,” you rasped out. “I know baby,” was all TJ said before he quickened the paced brushing your g-spot each time until you finally came all over his fingers, he wasted no time sucking your juices off his fingers and moaning at your taste. “You taste amazing, baby, here try it yourself.” he roughly kissed your lips, letting you taste yourself. Which caused you to moaned into his mouth. He pulled away as he walked behind you, making you whined at the loss contact. “Don’t whine now baby, the pleasure has just begun.” he said as he wrapped his arms around your waist and roughly thrusted into your core pounding into you relentlessly from behind. “Fuck babygirl,” he hissed as your tightness clenched around his dick. “Oh my fuck, TJ, this feels so good. faster and rougher please.” you begged. “As you wish, princess.” he groaned pulling on your hair hard, as his thrusts speeded up but not fast enough to your liking, as you meet his thrusts, moaning. “Fuck, you’re such a good slut, taking daddy’s thick cock from behind.” he groaned into your ear as he pounds into your g-spot. “Who fucks you this good baby,” TJ moans out. “You do, TJ,” you say as you clench around his dick. “Daddy I’m close.” you moan out as he is thrusting into harder. “So am I, babygirl.” he hummed. All could be was loud moaning of his name after he thrust he made and the occasional skin slapping. After a quick few more thrusts you finally cummed all over his cock and he squirted into you, he thrusted in you a few more times getting you guys off your highs, after he was done he pulled out of you and felled onto the couch as the tiredness took over him. “Wow.” you both said in unison, wiping off the sweat that formed on your foreheads. You giggled kissing his lips tenderly. “I’m sorry baby for flirting.” you said apologising, smiling at him tiringly. “It wasn’t your fault and you weren’t the one flirting but I’m sorry for being an jealous asshole and calling you all those rude names,” he said back, apologising as well. “It’s okay. I like when you’re angry.” TJ was about to pull you into a passionate kiss until the knock at the door startled you. “Hey could you guys keep it down in there? We all now understand that she’s yours, TJ.” “Yikes.” you both thought.

[kissmeunderthestarlight]

Skyway(JB and Jackson)

Requested by: Isabellacubilla on Quotev

....oml another one x'D I have no clue how this will turn out to be completely honest lol x'D Read a/n at end please!!! [this is more ft. Jackson]

~Turn on the engine, let's do it my way. Run fast, just do it my way. Fly high, skyway. I will take you to skyway. Hey seatbelt on tight baby. Get in, hurry get in. Make sure your snapback doesn't fly off. I don't go over the speed limit. Get in, hurry get in. You can relax and get in~

"Jackson Wang," you said to the now scared boy who was holding the pillow that had just smacked you in the face.

"Y-yes?"

You turned your head and narrowed your eyes at said boy, making him drop the pillow and widen his eyes. "Run," you said lowly.

Jackson turned on his heel and took off down the hallway, running into one of the rooms and shutting the door behind him. Most likely locking the door. You laughed to yourself and sat back on the couch, looking up just as Jaebum came in and smiled down at you. Patting the seat next to you, you watched as he came over and sat down.

"What was that all about?" He asked you as he pointed back in the direction Jackson had ran.

"It's Jackson, should you really ask that?"

"Yeah, okay never mind. You're right."

"Hey!" You both turned your head at the sudden shout and saw a pouting Jackson standing behind the couch.

"It's true," you said. Turning back around you didn't notice Jackson moving closer until he was jumping over the couch and wiggling in between you and Jaebum. "Yah!"

"What? It's Jackson," he told you mockingly before wrapping his arms around you and pulling you to him.

"Ugh, Jackson no! I can't breathe, what are you doing?"

"What? I just want a hug."

~Endless and tall skyway, I will take you above it. Don't follow anyone from now. Promise me that you'll only get in our car. Like when you pass the tollgate. You are the Hi-Pass next to me. We won't stop now we won't stop now, I will take you to skyway. My heart is the skyway that burned you. Tonight, beyond the moonlight. Let me hear you say ayyy. My heart is the skyway that burned you. Tonight, beyond the moonlight. Let me hear you say ayyy~

"So hug Jaebum!"

"Uh, no thank you." Jaebum said quickly before standing and making his way to the other couch.

"Oppa!"

"Sorry y/n, but I don't want to die."

Jackson stopped hugging you and looked down at you before smirking and looking over to where Jaebum was. Your eyebrows came together as you looked back and forth between the two boys, wondering what Jackson was thinking. Jackson winked at you before slowly sliding onto the floor, landing on his hands and knees and quickly crawling behind the couch.

"Wha-?" You whispered, looking over the back of the couch and getting even more confused when you didn't see him.

Hearing a thud you turned your head quickly, your eyes widening when you saw something slide across the floor quickly. You looked closer and almost laugh when you saw Jackson's head poke around the corner of the couch, making sure JB wasn't paying attention. You quickly slapped your hand over your mouth when you let out a snort, then pretended to be laughing at something on your phone when Jaebum looked up at you.

"Y/n? What's so funny?"

"Hmm? Oh, nothing."

~Skyway Skyway Skyway. Lock my fingers with yours, that's your seatbelt. Close your eyes and it's the next level up, level up that. My arms and legs are a off-roading four wheeler. Rough roading makes the quality of the ride a hundred times better – Put your ear on my chest, it's a six-piston heartbeat – Safety first, I will take care of you for real. There's no onflight announcement but I'm a microphone checker. So sit tight you better~

JB nodded then looked back to his phone, making you look back up and watched as you saw Jackson's head poke up over the back of the couch behind JB's head. Biting your lip you watched as Jackson made a face and suddenly screamed, jumping over the couch and onto Jaebum. You started laughing at the face JB was making and fell onto your side. You quickly turned your phone off and watched with amusement as Jaebum started yelling and attempting to push Jackson off of him.

"Y/n, a little help please?!"

You laughed more and then stood, walking over to help him out and starting to pull on Jackson. Which caused him to fall  off of JB and onto the floor, making him look up with a look of betrayal on his face. "Y/n!?"

"What?" You asked innocently as you looked down at him.

"You know what!"

"Hmm~ No, actually I don't."

You heard JB laugh as you walked away which made you smirk and look down at your now lit phone screen. More precisely the video that was now silently playing due to your phone volume not being up, of course that was so you wouldn't get caught by the other two unsuspecting doofs in your living room. Laughing quietly you watched the video one more time before bringing up your instagram and posting the video on there, sharing the link to your twitter account and making sure to tag the boys. Then heading into the kitchen you grabbed a bottle of water and sat at the counter, waiting for the turnout.

Five minutes later, a smile crept on your face when you faintly heard Jackson's phone beeping and alarming him of a notification. You started to sip your water when you heard Jaebum voice out his surprise and then heard Jackson start to laugh. Hearing Jackson let out a sound of pain your eyes widened and you turned towards the fridge in front of you, pretending to study the pictures you had on the front.

~Don't worry about your fear of heights, it's not scary even if we're out in space. My heart is the oxygen tank outside the aerosphere. My heart is the oxygen tank outside the aerosphere. I will take you even if I have to burn my whole body. There is no limit, myself is the only limit. Higher and higher, go with me, no limit now. I will take you to skyway. My heart is the skyway that burned you. Tonight, beyond the moonlight. Let me hear you say ayyy. My heart is the skyway that burned you. Tonight, beyond the moonlight. Let me hear you say ayyy~

Jaebum's footsteps grew louder the closer he got to the kitchen until he was standing right in the archway, clearing his throat to get your throat. You turned to him, making sure to make your facial expression blank and smiled at him.

"Oh, hey oppa! Would you like a drink? What would you like, water? Tea? Soda?"

"Y/n," he said. His voice low and serious, his face also blank.

"Yes oppa?"

"You know what," he said. With each word he said he took a step closer to you which made your smile drop quickly and you stood from your stool. Every step that brought him closer to you, you matched with a couple steps back.

"I-I don't know what you mean," you said laughing nervously.

"Oh? So you don't know why this is on your page?" He asked mockingly, bringing his phone screen up and playing the video.

You hadn't realized that watching the video with sound made the video funnier, but oh my gosh it really did. You made the mistake of letting out a laugh and you didn't realize JB getting closer to you until he was standing right in front of you, looking down at you with a look of mischief in his eyes.

"Oppa?"

"I think you owe me an apology," he said before letting a smirk grow on his face.

"I-I'm sorry Jaebum, I just did it because I thought it was funny. I'll take it down if you want?"

"Hmm? No, it can stay up."

Your eyes widened and you caught yourself before your mouth fell open. "It can?"

~The moonlight is just like a spotlight, it brightly shines the path in the darkness. Starlights are the navigation. Follow the maze, ride with me ride with me. Hold onto me tight, fly with me fly with me. My heart is the skyway that burned you. Tonight, beyond the moonlight. Let me hear you say ay woah. My heart is the skyway that burned you. Tonight, beyond the moonlight. Let me hear you say ayyy. Skyway Skyway Skyway Skyway~

"Of course, but I think I need a little payment for it."

"P-Payment? Like, what kind of payment? I mean, if you want money then you can jus-"

JB cut you off by leaning down and pressing his lips to your own, succeeding in shuting you up. He smiled as he pulled back and chuckled at your look of surprise. "That should be enough."

"Sh-should be?" You asked, still dazed from the sudden kiss.

"Mhm, if I need anymore payment I'll let you know." He told you before turning and grabbing a water bottle, then heading out of the kitchen. "Oh!" He exclaimed before rushing back into the room, grabbing your waist. He pulled you to him as he smiled and leaned down stealing another kiss and leaving you dazed yet again. "I thought of a new payment!"

"Ne-new payment," you muttered still not understanding anything.

"Mhm, go on a date with me?"

"What?!"

"You heard me," he smiled down at you and wrapped his arms tighter around your waist. "So? What do you say?"

[buddyrabrahams]

9 biggest takeaways from Sunday’s NCAA Tournament action

As a college basketball diehard, I’m inclined to call this past weekend the best of any four-day stretch in all of sports. Scripting even half of what happened in the 40 games we’ve just send would prove impossible. We saw history made (in more ways than one), buzzer-beaters, and absolutely unforgettable games.

We now sit with one-quarter of the teams that were alive Thursday morning. The mayhem has claimed many victims, which makes for an intriguing next few rounds. Michigan, Gonzaga, and Kentucky never would have dreamed they’d be the three highest seeds left on the entire left side of the bracket, yet they are at this moment. Kansas joins an impromptu ACC Tournament in Omaha, with Clemson, Duke, and Syracuse all looking to knock off the Jayhawks. Loyola Chicago and Nevada will square off, guaranteeing a mid-major in the Elite Eight.

And even though UMBC’s run came to an end, there were plenty of upsets. Let’s take a look at the nine biggest takeaways from Sunday.

1. Nevada pulls off improbable comeback

Cincinnati held a 22-point lead with 11:17 left to play on Sunday. According to some win probability metrics, like that of ESPN.com, the Bearcats had a 99.9 percent chance to win the game at that point.

Without warning, Nevada came roaring back. The Wolf Pack went on a 16-0 run to cut the lead to only 6 points. Cincinnati’s offense plummeted into chaos, unable to find a basket in any way, shape, or form. Meanwhile, the Martin twins led the Wolf Pack on the charge back into the game. The North Carolina State transfers combined for 35 points.

Nevada forward Josh Hall completed the comeback with a rebound and mid-range floater that would prove to be the game-winner. Winning in overtime in the first round and in a wild comeback in the second round, the Wolf Pack have been the most exciting team in the Big Dance.

2. Yet another one seed sent home

Xavier, and anyone rooting for the Musketeers to advance, had to have felt safe with a 9-point lead and 6:12 remaining in the game. After that point, Florida State turned up the intensity and made Xavier crumble down the stretch. The Seminoles finished the game on a 19-5 run to earn a spot in the Sweet Sixteen, while Xavier joins Virginia as one seeds sent home.

Xavier’s offense went cold in the game’s final minutes due to the struggles of its two best players. JP Macura had 17 points on the night, but fouled out on an offensive foul with 2:06 to play. Trevon Bluiett will leave campus as one of the best players in Xavier history, though he seemingly disappeared Sunday night. Bluiett scored only 8 points on 2 of 8 shooting from the field. Bluiett didn’t score in the game’s final five minutes and committed three turnovers in that same time period.

For a team that finally won the Big East and looked to have a real chance at a Final Four, losing this weekend is a crushing result.

3. Midnight strikes for Cinderella

UMBC’s win over Virginia was one of the most shocking final results in recent sports history. The Retrievers advanced by attacking relentlessly and turning Virginia’s typically orchestrated gameplan on its head.

UMBC then attempted to do the same in the second round and found a Kansas State team fully prepared to win a rough game. The Retrievers’ run ended after just one victory, but will be remembered forever.

Meanwhile, Kansas State is headed to the Sweet Sixteen after a quietly effective season. The Wildcats finished in fourth place in the nation’s best conference and just won two tournament games with their leading scorer sidelined due to injury. Unlike UMBC, maybe Kansas State is more “sleeping giant” than “Cinderella story.”

4. South Region makes history with top seeds eliminated

When the brackets were first released, John Calipari grumbled about Kentucky’s difficult draw.

“From what everybody’s saying, could you imagine a couple brackets tougher than ours? This is my eighth year. It’s not been close. They call it murderer’s row, insane row,” Calipari said.

But after an incredible weekend of upsets, Calipari’s Wildcats may have the clearest path to the Final Four.

The South Region saw its top four seeded teams eliminated within the first two rounds. 1 seed Virginia lost to UMBC on Friday; 2 seed Cincinnati blew a 22-point lead to Nevada and lost on Sunday; 3 seed Tennessee was taken out by Loyola Chicago on Saturday; and 4 seed Arizona got demolished by Buffalo in the first round on Thursday.

This is the first time in history that the top four seeds in a region were eliminated prior to the Sweet 16, according to the NCAA. Calipari’s 5th-seeded Wildcats are the highest seed remaining in a region that also includes Kansas State, Loyola Chicago, and Nevada.

5. Michigan State’s title dreams crushed

Tom Izzo’s Spartans have been one of the best teams all season long; Michigan State would be found on any list of national championship contenders worth reading. Seeing them as a three seed had to scare the top two seeds in their region. But Kansas and Duke lucked out, as Sparty was bounced by Syracuse Sunday afternoon.

After being pegged as the last team to make the tournament field, Syracuse won in Dayton on Wednesday, then upset TCU in the round of 64. Jim Boeheim is one of America’s most revered coaches and his zone defense is worth the respect of every opponent.

With only one day to prepare for that zone, Michigan State looked all out of sorts on Sunday. The Spartans shot just 25 percent from the field, and no player in green looked comfortable against the Syracuse zone. Michigan State forced shots over the top of the zone and made just 8 of 37 attempts from the 3-point line. With big men unable to convert inside the zone either, the Spartans were doomed.

Now Syracuse moves on to play Duke in a game in which both teams will play zone defense. If the Orange can out-shoot the Blue Devils, they can pull two upsets in a row.

6. Purdue survives without Isaac Haas

Purdue fans were given a glimmer of hope when they learned their injured center Isaac Haas would test his broken elbow in warm-ups to see if he could play. The senior big man suffered a fracture in the Boilermakers’ first-round game, but was determined to try to play on in the tournament.

After the NCAA ruled his padded brace ineligible, Haas decided he was unable to risk further pain or more serious injury. He was replaced by 7-foot-3 freshman center Matt Haarms, who is less offensively skilled than Haas but is a gamechanger on defense.

Haarms was more than serviceable in relief, giving Purdue 7 points, 6 rebounds, and 2 blocks to go with his excellent work anchoring the Boiler defense.

In the end, Purdue’s other senior starters picked up the scoring slack, punctuated by a Dakota Mathias three to take a late lead that the Boilermakers would never relinquish.

7. North Carolina upset in blowout fashion

No one doubts that North Carolina lost a step from the team last year that won the national championship. Justin Jackson, Kennedy Meeks, and Isaiah Hicks were big losses without clear and obvious replacements.

That being said, the Heels got hot late in the season and earned a two seed in the NCAA Tournament. Carolina looked to have a favorable draw in a weak bracket. Texas A&M could not be taken lightly though, as the Aggies destroyed the Heels Sunday like a buzzsaw.

Texas A&M led by as many as 24 points in the second half, thanks to lackluster offense from Carolina. The Heels shot 6 for 31 from outside, led by Joel Berry’s 2 for 10 in his final collegiate game. The Aggies also dominated the glass, grabbing 14 more rebounds than Carolina.

8. Clemson demolishes Auburn

Sunday’s 4 seed versus 5 seed match-up in the Midwest Region looked like a perfect situation. Two teams with Tiger mascots who have both been good all season, but seemingly ignored by the college basketball media, would have a chance to shine. The winner would finally receive some publicity as it earned a spot in the Sweet Sixteen.

Only one of the two teams took advantage of the opportunity, as Clemson absolutely routed Auburn. Clemson led by as many as 41 points late in the second half, simply destroying Auburn offensively and defensively. Clemson whipped the ball around for easy baskets, posting 19 assists on the day, to just 9 for Auburn.

Clemson won by so much that the Tigers likely won’t receive the credit they deserve for the win, with many viewers choosing to watch a closer game instead. That won’t be the case next week when the Tigers face Kansas in Omaha.

9. West Virginia smacks in-state rival Marshall

Because the NCAA Tournament uses geographical location to dictate exactly which teams travel to which venue, we often see surprisingly fun match-ups of local rivals. This year’s tournament included several examples of that, such as Purdue versus Butler and West Virginia versus Marshall on Sunday.

Unlike the Butler-Purdue game, West Virginia wasted no time proving who the best team in their home state is. Marshall succumbed to the intensity of the Mountaineers press, with the high-paced Herd offense stumbling into mistakes. When Marshall wasn’t turning the ball over, the Herd was forcing quick low-percentage shots. West Virginia gobbled the ball up every chance it got, turning defense into offense.

The West Virginia press is the kind of disruption that can spark a run through this tournament and give Villanova all it can handle on Friday.

Shane McNichol covers college basketball and the NBA for Larry Brown Sports. He also blogs about basketball at Palestra Back and has contributed to Rush The Court, ESPN.com, and USA Today Sports Weekly. Follow him on Twitter @OnTheShaneTrain.

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[area50dununiverse]

Smuttiest thing I can think of: john is all 'hot' let's say and in the heat of the moment texts ed a super sexy message detailing all these dirty things he wants them to do but then gets upset to the point of tears because he and ed have only recently started having sex at all and it's always cute a vanilla despite them having been romantically involved for years and he thinks Ed will be offended by him being so vulgar toward him but ed stops him from crying and tries the stuff out wink wink

Hello.. I left it hanging!!! If you want more, let me know :) I hope you like it and thank you for the prompt. I have another smutty one that I will fill an post hopefully tomorrow ❤️😘EDIT- I just re-read your prompt and I feel like I missed out a load of details! I'm sorry if this is rubbish!!!!!!

John sat in bed flicking between snapchat and twitter. He was bored as Edward had gone to get food, with a promise that he won’t be longer than ten minutes. That was exactly twenty minutes ago and John was /bored.He thought about spending the day in bed, maybe he could spend the day watching Netflix with Edward. Then again, if he was going to spend the day in bed with Edward, he could think of better things to be doing. He could be doing Edward for example.He opened his messages and send him a text to find out where he had got to. ‘5 mins’ he replied straight away and John sighed. He was suddenly horny and wished Edward would hurry up. He thought about the past few months since he and Edward started properly seeing each other. 'Hurry up, I’m waiting ;)’ John tapped out before sending it with a smirk. Edward replied with a winking emoji and John hesitated before typing his next text.'I want you on top’ he typed 'while I fuck you’ he quickly tapped out before pressing send, nervously waiting for a reply. He could feel himself getting hard at the thought, mental images of Edward riding him flashing behind his eyes. His phone buzzed with a reply from Edward. 'Did you want a milkshake or smoothie?’ John frowned at his phone. Did Edward seriously just reply to sext with a question about drinks?'Too late, ordered a milkshake’ another text came through and John wanted to slap him. And that was an idea. Spanking. He wondered if Edward would ever let him and imagined himself bending him over and landing a hard smack onto his arse. John smirked and typed out 'you should’ve waited for me to text you… you need punishing’ he bit his lip and pressed send before quickly typing out 'I’m going to spank you until you say sorry’ and sending.Edward didn’t reply and John was too lost in his fantasies to care. 'I can’t wait until you’re home, I want you naked and under me, while I kiss your body, biting and licking you and making you beg me to fuck you Edward’ John slipped a hand under the quilt and slowly stroked himself as he sent the text. 'I want you screaming my name as I fuck you but I won’t let you come, I’ll make you wait so you’re literally begging for it, so needy and desperate.’John took a deep breath, trying to slow down his hand. He didn’t want to come yet, wanted to wait for Edward. He was excited and nervous. He and Edward had only been having sex for the last month or two and Edward had always been so slow and gentle. John treated him like he was made out of porcelain like he was fragile and that’s what Edward liked. He had never spoken to him like this, so dirty and rough.'I wanna fuck you so hard Ed, you’ll feel for weeks. Every time you walk or sit down, you’ll feel me.’John gave himself a squeeze while his other hand typed another message.'And I want you to fuck me too Edward. On my hands and knees while you pull my hair and call me names, fucking me so good. You’ll be so good, baby.“ John pressed send and saw the little bubbles pop up to signal that Edward was typing. They disappeared and John waited, growing slightly when no text came through.He let go of himself and scrolled up, reading over his texts. His heart stopped as he realised how carried away he had got. What if Edward didn’t like it? What if he had upset Edward? John wondered if he had ruined it, what if he had scared Edward off? John couldn’t breathe, he could feel the burn behind his eyes as tears started to gather. He had scared off the one person he’d ever loved, the person he should be caring for and looking after, not degrading with dirty texts.The front door slammed shut and John sat up, his eyes watching their bedroom door, his chest tight. Edward appeared in the doorway, a McDonalds bag in one hand and those stupid milkshakes in the other. John watched as he put the bag down on the dresser before turning to him, his face set. He was mad, John could tell and he couldn’t believe how stupid he had been."Texting me like that when I was out?” Edward all but spat at him, “you dirty slut…” He was quickly in front of John, kneeling on the bed and John wasn’t sure what was happening until Edward’s fingers were threaded through his hair, painfully pulling his head back. “Dirty boy…” Edward hissed, pulling John around and fuck, John couldn’t believe what was happening as he was bent over and Edward’s hand slapped his arse.  "You wanna get fucked?“ Edward asked, not giving John room to answer before he said, "I’ll fuck you so good, you’ll be limping for days…”John groaned and Edward’s hand was back, leaving angry red marks on his skin. “Beg-” Edward snapped and John bit his lip. Edward’s hand came down hard again and John couldn’t help but think this was the best mistake he had ever made.