#hockey boy bingo

[buck-star]

Shattering glass

Bucky gets into a fight with John on the ice. Luckily, you’re there to fix his injuries and offer him a lot of much needed kisses.

Pairing: Collegr!HockeyCaptain!Boyfriend!Bucky Barnes x College!Girlfriend!Reader

Wordcount: 2.295 Words

Warnings/Tags: Established relationship, college au, ex-boyfriend John Walker, fight on the ice, bruises, mention of blood, mention of cleaning wounds, language, talking about sex/nudity, kissing, fluff, petnames [Steady, Pengu]

Authors Note: This work is a “What if: Bucky as Hockey Player” after “Summer of love”. While he’s actually a football captain, for this he turned into a Hockey Captain. If you have any asks about these two feel free! Shout out to @elixirfromthestars for helping to come up with the idea and help with the nicknames. Divider made by me.

Events: Bucky Boy Bingo [N3 | Free Space | @buckyboybingo], Seasonal Delights Bingo: Types of love [B3 | Covering their face with their hands from being flustered | @seasonaldelightsbingo]

Masterlist | Bucky Barnes Masterlist | Endless love Collection

“Fuckin’ idiot!” Bucky groans loudly when John kicks his hockey stick into the back of Bucky’s legs. The brunette immediately turns to the rival, his eyes narrowing underneath his helmet, and he spits out the protection for his teeth. “Dickhead, I’m talking to ya!”

The other man slides over the ice, paying no attention to the angry man. Bucky huffs, shaking off his gloves and basically running after the other with his ice skates. His hockey stick lands somewhere on the ice as well.

“John fuckin’ Walker, you fuckin’ whore. I’m talking to ya, so don’t dare to ignore me like the little bitch ya are,” Bucky shouts after him. His voice is rough and filled with anger. He’s shouting loudly, but his words are only muffled behind the ice ring — for you not audible.

However, you don’t need to hear him to know what he’s saying. Bucky’s face is almost red from the boiling emotions; he’s never good with someone disrespecting another player — he already deserves an award for having the most fights on the ice. Though, you guess the brunette is even more mad at the other captain because he’s your ex-boyfriend, and showing him what he thinks about John is something Bucky does like a whole lot — every now and then.

“What do you want, Barnes,” John shouts back, frustrated. He’s turning on his skates, still moving away from Bucky but this time backwards while the other man is still gliding closer to him on the ice. “It was an accident; didn’t know you’re such a coward.”

“Excuse ya,” Bucky says, his voice low when he tilts his head to the side. John grins through the helmet, spitting out the protection in his mouth. “What did ya just say?”

“I said I didn’t know you’re such a baby that you would cry when someone hit you with a stick. Did she turn you into a little crybaby?” John laughs. He is facing the brunette, his eyes locked with the other man’s eyes while Bucky speeds up and crashes the man into the edge of the ice rink.

A loud noise of shattering glass erupts in the hall, and loud gasps are audible when Bucky pushes John with such a force into the edge of the ice rink that he breaks the glass of it.

Bucky chuckles low in his throat when he pulls back slightly, just to ram his shoulder back into the other man’s ribs. “Yeah, what did ya say about my girl, huh?”

“Fuck you,” John spits into Bucky’s face, grinning as the brunette wipes his helmet off his head to run his arm over his face. With a chuckle, John pushes himself out of the glass and tackles Bucky with his shoulder to the side.

Your eyes widen when you see the growing annoyance in your boyfriend's blue eyes, his jaw clenching just like his fists as he sets a punch underneath John's chin and causes his head to fly back with a groan.

The blond-haired man catches himself slightly, at least enough for his fist to connect with Bucky’s cheekbone and underneath his eyes. The skin above his cheekbone breaks, leaving Bucky bleeding when John stumbles back. The brunette's eyes narrow further with a groan; he runs his fingers over his cheek, noticing the blood that’s stuck to his skin. Bucky tilts his head, a dangerous and cold smile forming on his lips, his usual soft blue eyes now dark.

“A baby, ya say? Cry baby because of my girl?” Bucky chuckles, moving closer to the other man, who backs away slightly. Everyone is watching the two of them, no one daring to move or even make a noise. “The only thing that makes me cry is my girl's perfect little cunt when it's gripping me so tightly that I feel like I'm fuckin’ for the first time. Know what I mean? Hugging my dick so perfectly when I fuck her slow and deep to make her feel every fuckin’ inch of my cock.”

John's eyes widen at Bucky’s words, his head turning to where you sit. Even his teammates look at you, while Bucky grins. Steve rolls his eyes, shooting you an apologetic look while you sit there with your mouth slightly parted and your eyes wide.

It's not just that Bucky said such a thing, because he can't know. But he comes up with something like that just to annoy John. Bucky and you haven't had sex yet, not that he didn't want to, but he doesn't pressure you, and you didn't feel comfortable enough after John. Plus, Bucky's soft kisses, the cuddles, and the showers together are so good too, and Bucky doesn’t mind that at all. He would wait forever to have sex with you, and even if you say you don't want it at all, he has two hands for good use, too.

“You- What the fuck?” John stumbles over his own words, shaking his head. He scrunches his nose in disgust about the pictures in his head of Bucky fucking you. You watch them intensely, feeling your cheeks heat up, especially when Bucky looks at you with a soft but also devilish grin at you. “You're a fucking disgusting— she doesn't even let you fuck her because she has that weird imagination of her perfect first time.”

Bucky laughs loudly, throwing his head back. If he didn't have that cold expression in his eyes, he would probably look amused. He reaches out to wrap one of his calloused hands around John's neck, pulling him flush against his broad chest. Bucky's fingers tighten around the other man's neck, and he glares at John.

“Looks like I made it special enough for her,” Bucky growls. You feel a lot of people staring at you, at least people who are able to understand their conversation. You hide yourself in Bucky's jersey, your cheeks heating up even more. John is saying the truth; you didn't sleep with him because you didn't want it to be a fuck without anything meaningful. While Bucky is lying about your sex life, he manages to make John angrier with his words.

Without another word, he throws John back into another glass of the ring around the ice. John groans, trying to get off, but Bucky's already on top of him, setting a punch to John’s chin and cheek. Just when Bucky is about to bring his fist down on John's nose, the man underneath him causes Bucky’s head to be thrown to the side and other bruises just above his head.

Only then, when both are bleeding and setting punch after punch, do the referees and coaches walk over to the two and try to get them off of one another. You get up slowly from your seat, walking over to the side where Bucky's team is sitting. Their eyes are on the scene between the shouting players while they are dragged in two directions off the ice.

“Idiotic asshole,” John shouts, earning a low, rough laugh from your boyfriend. Bucky's coach is talking to him, his arm wrapped around the hockey captain's shoulders while Bucky nods every once in a while and says something you can't understand.

Bucky smiles and grabs the side of the door that leads off the ice. His eyes move to the seat you were sitting on; a frown appears on his face when you're not there. You smile softly, noticing the way he lets his ocean blue orbs roam all the way from your seat to the booth where his teammates are sitting — and where you're standing next to.

“Steady,” Bucky grins at you, walking over with his ice skates still on. You lean your head back to look your boyfriend in the face. With his skates on, he's even bigger than usual. Bucky places both of his big hands on your waist and pulls you flush against him. “I fuckin’ kicked the jerks ass.”

“Mhm, but you’re bleeding, Pengu,” you mutter, letting your hands run up and down his broad chest. Bucky smirks, shrugging slightly before he lowers his head even more to kiss you. With a soft sigh and a shake of your head, you let him kiss you. Bucky’s lips are soft and warm against yours, a grin forming on his lips when you grumble in the kiss.

“You’re grumpy, Steady, aren’t you?” Bucky chuckles, pulling back slightly. You roll your eyes, earning a soft digging of his fingers into your sides until you squirm and giggle. “How about I clean it, huh?”

You nod, pushing him back and taking his calloused hand in yours to walk with him to the locker rooms. Your boyfriend looks at you with a soft, loving expression at you. His fingers are tightly interlaced with yours while he runs his thumb over the back of your hand.

You lead Bucky to the locker rooms, pushing him down on the bench in front of his locker before you rummage through it and look for the first aid kit every player has there. Bucky watches you with his intense blue eyes, smiling softly while he leans back a bit and spreads his legs.

“Have ya seen his expression? Walker was such a mad little bitch,” Bucky chuckles. You roll your eyes, giggling when you move to stand in front of him. You place the first aid kit in his hands and open it.

“You didn’t have to mention such information about our sex life. How do you even— we didn’t have sex; how did you come up with that, Pengu?” You ask, taking a wipe.

You inspect his injuries for a moment; the bruise above his eye is blue and swollen slightly, while the bruise underneath the same eye is swollen and the skin is ripped open. The blood is already dried, covering his cheek around the wound.

You wipe the pad over the bruises, cleaning off the blood. Bucky hisses slightly when you add a bit more pressure, causing a slight stinging feeling. You smile apologetically, kissing Bucky’s forehead.

His hands find their way back to your waist, gripping you tightly and digging his fingers into your soft flesh. “I’m just a man, Steady. My imagination is runnin’ wild sometimes, especially when ya are not wearing clothes.”

You feel your cheeks heat up under his intense gaze and his honest words. You place the wipe to the side and close the first aid kit again. Only then do you look him in the eyes again, locking yours with his.

“What’s goin’ on in that pretty head of yours, Steady?” Bucky asks, placing the first aid kit to the side before he pulls you into his lap. With a giggle and a soft shriek, you straddle his lap. Bucky wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer toward him. He’s still keeping some space to be able to look at you.

“Do you ever… regret anything? I mean, because I don’t… because we haven’t had sex yet?” You whisper, searching Bucky’s blue orbs for every sign of a lie when he opens his mouth to answer you. But instead of a weird look or anything, he only shows you the softness and honesty he always shows you.

“No, Steady, I would never regret anything with ya because of some sex. Yeah, I get hard when we cuddle in the tub or naked sometimes, but that’s nothing bad. It’s just like ya getting wet, and I bet ya were dripping for me often already, huh?” Bucky teases, making you gasp. You lift your hands, covering your face with them before you lean against Bucky’s shoulder to hide further.

“PENGU!” You growl, squirming in his lap. Bucky laughs softly, knowing he’s right. But saying it out loud is something different than just thinking about it.

“Nothin’ to be ashamed about. But, anyway, no matter how hard I am for you or how much you’re dripping. As long as you don't say you want it, I can use my hand or just wait and take a shower,” Bucky explains; he knows that you’re smart enough to know it yourself. But it’s his way to assure you — and it does assure you. “I don’t regret anythin’ just because of some sex. I love you, not for your pussy, but for being the sweet, precious girl ya are — my girl.”

“I love you too, Pengu. And you kicked his ass so bad,” you smirk. Pushing yourself backward to grin at Bucky. He nods his head, a proud expression on his face when he thinks about the way he has beaten John. “But who’s gonna pay for the glass the two of you smashed?”

“The coach… the school? The team? They are allowed to tackle and fight during hockey games. They only step in once one is on the ground and the other throws himself on them. So they know that sometimes we break glass while we fight,” Bucky shrugs, pulling you closer. His breath is warm against your lips, and your heart skips a beat when he inches closer.

His tongue darts out, licking his lips before he captures your lips with his. His soft lips moving against yours, Bucky’s tongue sliding over your lips, but before you part your lips, the door to the locker rooms opens, and the voices of the other echo through the room.

“Bucky! That’s better than a porn here,” Sam laughs, looking at the two of you. You try to pull away, but Bucky keeps your lips pressed to his, deepening the kiss once more. You can imagine Sam rolling his eyes while Bucky grins against your lips and even makes you moan with his tongue twirling around yours in the most delicious way possible.

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❛❛ ⛸️ + 🏒 ❞

hockey game

✎ in collab with @sturnslutz > read me!

a few days had passed from your last - and definitely awkward - meeting with matt, and there wasn’t one moment in which your mind didn’t replay the event of the showers on loop, leaving you to overthink what had happened: what was all that? was it the heat of the moment that had you both acting out, or was it genuine attraction? he was attractive, sure, but were you actually that attracted to him?

lost in your thoughts you started to zone out, momentarily forgetting that next to you sat the devil’s advocate, also known as chris. “hellooo,” he called out, waving a hand in front of your eyes, “earth calls baby, do you copy?”

you scoffed, swatting his hand away while muttering a soft “get your filthy hand out of my face” under your breath. “dude, you were fucking gone,” he commented in an exaggerated tone, before a weird glint began sparkling in his eyes. you leaned back a little, perplexity written all over your face as your friend’s face leaned closer to yours. “did you fuck him?”

“what?” you almost screamed, pushing him off of you. “what on earth are you talking about, chris?”

you watched as a smirk took place on chris’ lips slowly. he tried to hide it by biting his lip, before words spilled uncontrolled by his mouth. “your little rendez-vous in the shower. so, did you have sex?”

your cheeks broke out in a crimson red blush furiously burning you whole, panic almost settling in before a little light switched on in your brain. you two were alone in the locker, so how did he…

“did you push me there on purpose?” you finally screamed incredulous, attracting a few puzzled looks from college kids moving around on campus. you didn’t care though, not when you came to the realization that chris had purposefully told you that the water wasn’t running knowing that you would have checked it for yourself, effectively bumping into his brother half naked fresh out of the shower. 

chris’ smirk widened as he saw the gears in your mind turning, putting the missing pieces of the story together. “bingo,” he whispered, leaning back against the tree trunk you were sitting under. “don’t thank me, by the way. oh, and i told him you’re coming to our home for those little study sessions of yours. don’t worry though, me and nick won’t be there.”

you watched wide-eyed as your friend brought both arms behind his head, closing his eyes and resting there as if he was sunbathing on the beach. you tried to talk numerous times, your mouth opening and closing like a fish in a miserable attempt to scold him, to tell him that he couldn’t just toy with you however he pleased and act like he was doing you a favour. in the end, you finally snapped back to your senses and smacked him across his face, earning a pained grunt from the boy who was now holding his cheek, the soft, pale skin slowly turning redder by the second.

“are you actually crazy?” you exclaimed, sitting up on your knees to look at him better. chris groaned once again, glancing at his hand that was once on his cheek almost as if he was scared there would be blood on there. how dramatic. 

“oh c’mon,” he whined, sitting up straight, “you could really use this time. and also…” he began, eyeing you up and down, fixing his gaze on your tensed features. “...you really need to get laid. you’re too stressed.” once again, you were at a loss of words from his bluntness. it wasn’t something new, but usually you were the blunt one, so to see the tables reverse it was a weird and unexpected experience.  

“chris- i fucking hate you,” you groaned, burying your head in your hands as despair came clawing at your insides. you could not let the meeting happen, not after what had happened just a few days prior. “why, what happened?” asked the boy curiously. you glanced at him between your fingers, realizing too late that you had spoken out loud. you sighed, shaking your head while you gathered your belongings and threw them in your bag. “nothing,” you said while getting up, shaking the grass from your pants, keen on running from your friend as soon as possible. “listen, i’ll see you later, yeah?”

“i’ll send you the location! and i want you as near as possible to the rink at the game!” 

“yeah, yeah, sure,” you whispered, heading towards your room. yeah, you were fucked. 

some hours later…

“what do you think?” you asked, holding a baby blue shirt to your torso. honey turned around, nodding in approval as she slipped her own shirt on. she looked around the room, sitting down on cherry’s bed as she tied her shoelaces. “by the way, where’s your roommate?”

“already at the rink,” you replied, grabbing the phone from the desk. you quickly skimmed over the countless messages cherry sent you, announcing mindlessly to honey that apparently they were holding two spots for you two and that the arena was filling more and more by the second.

quickly, you made your way to the rink, meeting nate and his crew right at the front. you observed as he immediately pulled honey into a hug, your nose scrunching from the obnoxious smell of alcohol reeking from his breath. your eyebrows shot up in surprise as his eyes lingered on your friend more than necessary, basically stripping her with his eyes. fucking disgusting. honey shot you a quick glance, to which you could only reply with a shrug and a confused laugh. as a look of unease made its way on honey’s face, you decided to step in and save her from the drunken state of your friend. “c’mon, we’ll see you later guys,” you said, interlocking arms with honey and nodding to nate and his friends, before pulling her out of that rather awkward interaction. 

you made way to cherry and other girls from your figure skating lessons, sitting down next to them. “can you not-” you began, showing to cherry your phone overflowing with messages, “fucking bombard me with messages? everytime i think something urgent has happened and it’s always something stupid.”

“what do you mean stupid? the choice of a new leotard is pretty much fundamental, what if i choose a color that makes me look like shit?” you look back at the girl who’s 100% serious about the matter before bursting out in laughter, absolutely incredulous. soon after, cherry’s scold turned into a soft smile, then she, too, bursted into a fit of laughter. 

too caught up into your conversation with your roommate, you failed to notice nate plopping down next to honey until you feel her knee nudge against yours, your head turning immediately and landing on the drunk man sitting too close to you for your own liking. you nodded in her way, asking a silent question: are you okay? honey shook her head, not really wanting to talk about it as her eyes fixed on a spot on the rink. you turned your gaze back to nate, scoffing and rolling your eyes as he continued to blabber drunkenly.  

the loud horn blew through the speakers, lights dancing around the arena as the players entered the rink, the speaker screaming something in the microphone that got muffled by the loud cheering of college students all around you. you got up, pulling honey so she could see the team of our college entering. your eyes quickly inspected the rink, landing immediately on matt’s back. and, as if between you two were pieces of a magnet, he turned to face your way, his icy eyes immediately finding yours. you couldn’t help the flashback from days before replaying in your mind, but you decided to distract yourself. tearing your gaze away from matt’s, you spotted chris. “look,” you leaned over honey’s shoulder, yelling over the noise, “there’s matt and there’s chris.” 

honey didn’t respond, but by the way she was looking at the boy you knew she had heard you loud and clear. deciding that teasing her might ease some of her nervousness, you laugh, “you’re drooling,” watching then how the girl tried to defend herself. 

you watched as the brothers talked to each other seemingly focused on the game that was going to begin soon, but you couldn’t help but notice the sneaky glances matt threw your way more than once. fuck, this wasn’t good. 

from your right side, cherry nudged you lightly. “have you talked to him?” she asked, nodding in his way. you shook your head, slumping against your seat. cherry knew what had happened in the showers since that day you had blasted through your dorm door with a rather shocked face, immediately rambling about the little encounter you had with the triplet. to cite her words, you had been “stupid for having let this opportunity slip from your hands”, so since then each time you two met she would always ask you the same question in hope things had changed. they had not. in fact, it seemed like you and matt had reached a common pact of avoiding each other as much as possible, not wanting to deal with the consequences of your slip up. 

finally, the game started, pulling you away from your own thoughts. minutes flew by and the crowd got more and more agitated by the second. you glanced to the clock, gnawing nervously at your lip: 40 seconds to intermission and neither team managed to throw the pluck in. suddenly, a collective gasp rose from the crowd: at first you almost missed the way a member of your team stole the puck from the other team, which then ended in chris’ grasp as he glided skillfully towards the net of the enemy, fast yet controlled. 10 seconds left. two members of the opposite team blocked chris’ path, almost managing to retrieve back the puck if it weren’t for chris’ leap of faith towards matt, the little black disk sliding between one of the boys’ legs and ending right in front of the other sturniolo who was waiting exactly for this moment to almost throw himself towards the net, hitting the puck with his stick and making it land inside just as the intermission bell rang, the crowd exploding in screams and yells as the +1 point appeared on the score screen.  

matt threw a victory fist up in the air, shoving the helmet off his head as the team flew his way, crushing him in a joyous hug. you jumped up with the rest of the audience, clapping your hands and cheering while on the other side of the arena the students from the other college booed at you. you didn’t care though, not when the air was sizzling with electricity.

“look!” yelled cherry, pointing to the boys hugging in the rink. there, right at the center of the hug stood matt, his eyes fixed on you. even when chris elbowed him playfully he didn’t tear his gaze from you. he smiled at you softly and you reciprocated, nodding in approval as you kept clapping for him.

eventually, the boys headed towards the benches to recharge, dragging matt with them.

you turned towards honey, chuckling as you noticed that her eyes hadn’t ripped once from the rink. “having fun?” you asked her, to which she nodded. “i can tell, you haven’t taken your eyes off the rink the whole time, let’s make sure your eyes don’t get stuck now.” you laughed as you saw her annoyed expression, leaving her to be while you toyed with your phone. suddenly, a message from chris came through:

❛❛ chris🏒 ❞

⤷ we have a problem

you furrowed your brows at the single message, quickly glancing back to the rink as the bell rang again, the boys gliding in again. you analyzed chris, trying to understand if he was sick or hurt, but he looked neither. with a last glance at your phone you put it back in your pocket, trying to enjoy the second part of the game.

that was, until a player shoved chris on the ground, and said boy got back up and charged towards him like a fury, ripping the helmet from the guy’s head and punching him multiple times. you couldn’t help but scoot to the edge of the seat, your back straight and tense as you waited for the ref to separate them. he didn’t, though, and you watched with horror as matt tried to intervene before things got out of hand, effectively ending with chris pushing him out of the way. finally, the refs managed to separate the two boys, sending chris to the penalty box where his coach started yelling at him. 

what none of you expected, though, was for a girl to run to the box, pounding on it until chris opened it and welcomed her in a hug. suddenly, the mysterious message made sense. trouble wasn’t a sickness, or an ache, or even this little stunt he had just pulled, trouble was this girl he had just kissed in front of two colleges. “no fucking way,” you muttered, your heart beating incredibly fast in your ribcage as adrenaline came back running through your veins. 

you turned towards honey who seemed to be in a trance, calling her name over and over before she bolted out of there, heading towards the penalty box. “shit,” you exclaimed, running after your friend who had never moved faster before. as you reached the box, you couldn’t help but notice matt moving towards you, resting his free hand on the glass that separated the players from the crowd right where yours was, in a <hidden> attempt to be closer to you. you would have lied if you said that the gesture didn’t make your stomach erupt in butterflies, but you had to snap back to reality when <chris’ girlfriend> spoke to you in a rather bitchy tone. 

“nu-uh girl, you’re not talking to your reflection, i’m not the bitch here.” you spat back, watching delighted as her features morphed into horror, your little remark hitting a nail in her ego. how pathetic. you heard matt stifling back a chuckle, his fingers tapping mindlessly on the glass. Fuck, you wanted to touch him so bad. but as tempted as you were in the moment, you knew you had bigger problems to take care of, and that’s how you ran to honey again who was leaving the stadium, after flipping that addison girl off. you slipped your hand in honey’s, dragging her out of there while muttering angrily under your breath. 

“she’s ugly as fuck, too. he downgraded,” you muttered more loudly as honey sobbed into your shoulder, stroking her hair and back comfortingly. you looked around, noticing people giving you weird looks on the street as if they’ve never seen a person cry. you rolled your eyes, clearly annoyed before pulling honey with you, heading towards her apartment building.

“baby, look” murmured honey softly, handing you his phone. you read chris’ messages, your expression laced with disgust as a new wave of anger washed over you. you scoffed angrily, switching then to nate’s messages and cringing from the clearly altered state he was in. “chris is a fucking weirdo, the switch up was crazy,” you said, shaking your head. “at least nate was nice,” you commented. but was he? or was he only drunk speaking? “i guess,” you added lastly.

finally back to honey’s apartment, you follow her to her bedroom, throwing her some pjs and looking for a spare to wear. “i’m staying here tonight, okay? i’m not letting you be alone.”

and as you and your friend spent the rest of the night watching movies and giggling to little dumb remarks you made about your life, you didn’t notice your phone vibrating with new messages.

❛❛ unknown ❞

⤷ hey, it's matt

⤷ i asked chris for your number, i just wanted to check up on you

© stvrnioloslvt

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sleigh bells ring, I'm not listening! (steddie holiday drabble/bingo/whumpcember)

For @steddieholidaydrabbles day 5 prompt, Winter Sports; my first @steddiebingo fill, ‘Dustin Henderson,’ and @whumpcember day 21 prompt, ‘bruises.’ (It was originally day 5 prompt, concussion, but I ended up sparing the boys that for once!)

WC: 977; Rating T; CW: None; Tags: established steddie, mild whump hurt/comfort, fluff.  Maths terms provided by my partner. I have no idea what they mean and have doubtless misused them.

Summary: Steve loves all sports. Apart from winter sports. So, when he’s literally dragged from bed to go sledding with Dustin and Eddie, he’s surprised when it turns out rather magical…

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“Remind me why I agreed to this?” Steve trailed a sled along the snowy track. He glared hotly at Dustin, then pleadingly at Eddie, who trudged on his other side. “It’s too cold for anything other than fucking… sleep.”

Eddie smirked. He didn’t look as miserable as Steve, which was annoying. Dustin, meanwhile, was having none of it:

“Dudes! This is your once-in-a-lifetime embarkation on a voyage of mathematical curiosity. Today, we’re exploring chaos theory! Mandelbrot bifurcations! Feigenbaum constants! You’re never gonna paddle those icy waters alone.”

“You wanna stick a pin in that balloon-head?” Steve asked Eddie, “or should I?” 

Eddie laughed then sneezed dramatically. Steve stopped dead. “You know what? I love sports. Apart from winter sports. Skiing. Luge. Skating. All that shit. Hate it.”

“You worship at the altar of ice-hockey,” pointed out Eddie. 

“Whose side are you on?” Steve nearly yelled: I’m not being dragged into this by a pair of sport-hating geeks! Instead, he mumbled, pathetically, “Wanna go home.”

By now, they’d reached Hawkins’ top sledding slope. A smattering of kids zoomed down the super-compacted ice. Eddie regarded the scene with a misty smile, which shocked Steve out of his grouchiness.

“I’m in, Henderson.” Eddie’s smile evolved into a full-on-adorable, dimpled grin. “I got great memories of this spot—me, mom, and a big-ass tea-tray. Who needs a goddamn sled?”

“We do.” Dustin whipped out a stopwatch. “We’ve a shitload of interesting variables at play here. Let’s go.”

‘Science’ commenced. Dustin sledded first, then Steve, who gritted his teeth and endured. Eddie went last, screaming his way down the slope… 

“…like a little girl,” said Dustin to Steve, super-earnest. “A little girl who’s in need of hugs, Steve.”

“Bullshit on so many levels.” Steve pointed to a nearby grade-school sledder. “She isn’t screaming. And my boyfriend’s scream is totally metal.”

“Okay. Just, y’know…” Dustin mumbled behind his hand, as Eddie approached with the sled. “He needs more hugs.”

Steve wrinkled his nose. Huh?

After several more runs, Dustin leafed through his notebook. “Interesting data. Now, both of you—on the sled.”

Steve planted frozen fists on his hips: “No way. Not big enough.”

“It’s fine,” said Eddie. “Totally bigger than mom’s tea-tray.”

Steve silently surrendered yet again. Eddie treasured memories of his mom, who passed when he was young. This clearly meant a lot to him, as well as Dustin, so Steve took pole position to steer—as much as anyone could with a dumb rope. Eddie perched behind, wrapping his arms around Steve, notching his chin on Steve’s shoulder. It was super-cosy, and… yeah, super-nice. They didn’t usually get this close in public, plus they’d avoided showing affection in front of their friends lately because—

“Ready?” yelled Dustin.

Steve’s nerves jangled. Eddie yelled: “Hell, yeah! Steddin’ with the Devil!”

“3, 2, 1, GO!”

Heel-power propelled them off. Wind whooshed through Steve’s hair, while Eddie unleashed his most deafeningly ‘metal’ scream yet. It was a bumpy ride, but mega-fun. Steve found himself grinning madly, though fearing for his hearing, and then:

“Shiiiiit!” He spotted the rock way too late. On impact, the world flipped, and he was thrown from the sled, landing heavily on his side. He suppressed a whimper, because something else mattered way more:

“Eddie?”

His heart lurched to his throat, pounding madly even after he spotted Eddie lying in the snow. Steve scrambled up, limped gingerly over: “You okay?”

“Yeah. You?”

Steve nodded.

Eddie finished his snow-angel and sat up, shaking his hair like a wet dog: “Mom said it ain’t sledding till you crash.”

 “All good, gentlemen?” panted Dustin, skidding to join them.

“Apparently.” Steve dumped his bruised butt down next to Eddie.

“Great,” said Dustin. “Why aren’t you hugging?”

 “Uuuuuuh, should we be?”

“Yes!” shouted Dustin, and it all blurted out. Apparently, ‘science’ had a secondary agenda.  “You used to be all lovey-dovey smoochy! Lately, you’ve hardly touched. I figured if I got you squished on a sled, adrenaline rushing, old magic might rekindle?”

Steve merely gawked at Dustin, whose recent weirdness began to make sense. Eddie, meanwhile, threw his arms around Steve’s neck and spoke between bursts of crazy laughter: 

“The issue here, Dustin Henderson, is lack of Party communication. We stopped touching, because Max said we made her wanna hurl. Mike complained it was creepy! We’re still in love! I mean, when you thumped on our door today, we were totally fu… cuddling.” 

“Oh,” said Dustin, visibly brightening. Eddie resumed cackling into Steve’s shoulder. Steve took his cue to fling both arms around Eddie and burrow close for warmth.

Once back home, they got dry and toasty, gently kissing each other’s more visible bruises. Eventually Eddie, stretched out on the bed, noticed Steve’s slight limp. “You got another bruise to show me, Baby?”

Steve tugged down his pants, revealing a mottled rainbow-spectrum of colors spreading up his thigh and ass-cheek to his hip. He coyly arched a brow. “Honest to God, today was a blast and totally worth it… but, yeah, that spot requires serious kissing better.”

“Looks too sore even for kisses.” Eddie flung open his arms. “I’m sorry?”

“Don’t you dare be. It was my shitty steering.”

“C’mere. Right now.”

Steve obeyed, rolling back into the enthusiastic lovemaking that science and goddamn Henderson had interrupted. He bitched about his bruise, but only slightly—especially as Eddie lavished extra care on nearby areas, with lips and tongue, to distract him.

“Sledding again tomorrow?” suggested Eddie, much later, while they snuggled inside watching fresh snow falling.

“You are joking, right?”

“Don’t worry, Stevie. Your ass is safe… though maybe not from me.”

Eddie’s answer segued into a sweet, lingering kiss, which Steve returned enthusiastically. He’d learned important shit today about his two favorite people. Eddie loved sledding. And Dustin loved his friends loving each other. Steve still blindsided himself, breaking the kiss to whisper:

“Maybe more sledding next week?”

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tags: @wheneverfeasible 💚 My stranger things fic on AO3

[swissboyhisch]

It's About Time

Pairing: Nico Hischier x Hughes!Reader

Summary: Your first annual Devils Gala helps reveal hidden feelings for your brother's best friend and yourself.

Word Count: 1397

Warnings: Alcohol mentions, kissing,

A/N: This is for @snugglyducklingbrewhouse's Birthday Bingo!! Happy birthday to one of my favourite girlies from the discord. Sorry it's a little late. I hope you enjoyed your birthday month <3

My choice of five bingo boxes were (second column from the left):

Friends to lovers

Works with/for the team

Team event

Brother’s best friend

Comfort

I really hope you enjoy this! I'm really happy how this turned out :)

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Tonight was the annual New Jersey Devils Gala, and you were lucky enough not to have to work the event. As the photographer for the team, you would usually be asked to work nights such as these. But thankfully, your boss decided you could have the night off as it was your first gala since joining the organisation. Enjoy the gala with the team, staff and other rich people involved. 

Both of your younger brothers were ecstatic that you got to accompany them to the gala. Luke especially was, as it was his first time going to the annual event, and he wasn’t exactly a people person. Having two of his older siblings with him definitely will help. And Jack, well, he always loves having his older sister around.

The pair had taken you shopping for a dress and ensured you didn’t pay a cent for the dress or any of the accessories you had chosen. Jack even got his girlfriend, Sam, to book you and herself for a spa day. Which would consist of a massage, nails, hair, and make-up together to have a girls' day and prepare for the event. 

The two of you spent the day getting ready for the gala. It was the first time you had also spent the full day with Sam without Jack there. Sure, you had gone shopping together a couple times for a couple of things but never fora whole day. You two were excited to have some time to yourself. 

“We are looking hot,” You grin as you put in your earrings.  

“That we do,” Sam grinned, coming up beside you and side hugging you. 

The boys were waiting for you two in the living room of your and Luke’s apartment. Jack cheered as Sam stepped out and then louder when you stepped out. It was rare for him or anyone from your family to see you dressed up. Especially in dresses.

As a Devils' photographer, you often wore jeans and some variation of Devils merchandise. Your hair was usually in a bun or hair claw. Nothing crazy, just comfortable clothes as you ran around the arena, snapping up as many pictures as you could. 

“You look stunning, sis,” Jack smiles, complimenting you as Luke twirled you to show off your dress.

Luke laughed as you giggled and spun around. He loved watching you be the happy go-lucky girl he remembered from when you were kids. During your teenage years, you were quieter, much like your twin. It was nice to see you coming out of your shell since coming to Jersey with him. 

“I think Hisch, Timo and Bratt are in the lobby waiting for us,” Jack announced as he read a message he had received. 

The group of four made their way downstairs, where they met the trio in the lobby, chatting. All of them were dressed in suits, and their hair was slick and well-styled. Nico smiled when he noticed you walking in beside Luke. You only came up to his shoulder, and that was while wearing heels.

“Hey Nico,” You grin, leaning forward to hug the captain. 

“Hey,” The brunette whispers into your ear. 

You hug the other boys as well, sharing hellos and exchanging compliments. The limo that would take them over to the hotel pulled up outside, and the group climbed in. Nico held his hand and helped you slide in beside Luke before following suit. You were sandwiched between your youngest brother and the team Captain. 

“How was the pamper day?” Nico asks.

“It was great,” You smile, “Sammy and I loved it. Best day I’ve had in a good while.”

Nico chuckled, “Well, hopefully we can keep it going for the night then.”

“Be sure to save me a dance then.”

When you pulled up for the event, you and Nico were on the side to come out last. As soon as the door opened, the noise from fans and media became louder. You felt the nerves kick in once more. Reminding you once more how alike you are with Quinn. And how much Luke was like the two of you. 

“You okay?” Nico asks as he notices you stiffening. 

You looked out the door as Luke was climbing out. You were a behind-the-scenes person, not one to be parading in front of the fans and media. There were way too many people out there for your liking.

“Hey,” Nico whispers, pulling you from your thoughts, “I’ll be there. Jack and Luke will be there. Sammy’s first gala as well. We’re there to back you up.”

“I don’t think–”

“Yes, you can,” Nico cuts you off gently.

You take a deep breath and shuffle along the seat. Your mind reeling, imagining everything that could come from the public appearance. Nico somehow slips over you, so he will step out first. His hand slips into yours as he slowly climbs out. The group watched as you and Nico stepped out. He let you step up beside your brothers as his hand hovered on your lower back. Making sure to guide you around, a safe blanket to remind you that you weren’t alone.

The group made their way down the carpet, posing for pictures. You were either tucked into Nico’s side or with Luke. Soon, you were joining the other players and staff inside the ballroom of this hotel. You guys made the rounds, greeting sponsors, staff and teammates. 

“Hey!” Reanne grinned when you and the group greeted her and Curtis.

“Hey, how are you?” 

“I’m good,” The blonde replied. “A night with no kids is great.”

After the usual spiel of speeches and guest speakers, the music was turned up. It didn’t take long until the team and partners could be found on the dance floor. You danced with Nico and the group, laughing and having fun. 

“I didn’t tell you earlier, but you look absolutely stunning,” Nico whispers.

A blush covered your cheeks as the song changed from the upbeat Pitbull song to ‘The Night We Met’ by Lord Huron. A song you’ve come to love since it went viral on TikTok. Everyone paired up to slow dance. Nico turned to you and slipped his arms around your waist. Your arms went around his neck. 

“Hands off my sisters’ ass,” Luke hisses at his captain as he and what looked to be a sponsor’s daughter danced by.

Nico’s hands made sure to slide further up your lower back. “Protective brother much.”

“They all are,” You reply, “even if these two are younger than me.”

“They just love you.”

More alcohol was consumed, more dances spent on the dance floor. The group enjoyed themselves but were careful not to take it too far at a team fundraiser. Nico was tired and so were you so, without telling your brothers, the two of you snuck out of the event. As you were in the uber you made sure to at least sling Jack a message, so they didn’t send out a search party.

Nico slid his coat jacket over your shoulders after you left the Uber. Making sure you were warm as you guys headed up to your apartment. The conversation flowed until you reached your door.

“Thank you for the fun night,” You mumble as you look up to Nico. 

Nico grinned, tucking the stray piece of hair behind your ear. “I had a great night with you.”

The two of you stood before the door, admiring each other before you finally decided to do what you wanted to do since you met your brother’s captain. You pressed your lips to his. Hoping that he felt the same. Nico’s hand cradled your cheek, and he kissed you back. 

“I’ve been wanting to do that for ages,” Nico mutters against your lips.

“Me too.”

Nico leant forward and kissed you again. Neither of you paid attention to your surroundings, meaning you missed the ding of the elevator and the footsteps echoing down the hallway towards where the two of you stood.

“What the fuck?”

You pulled away as quickly as possible when you heard Jack’s voice. Nico and you were quick to turn to where Jack, Sammy and Luke were coming towards you. Jack was smirking, and Luke was shocked. 

Jack laughed, “It’s about time.”

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i want you to give in | nico hischier

summary: tension can only build for so long, eventually it will have to snap.

warnings: suggestive themes, swearing

wc: 2.6k+

You and Nico had only been friends a couple of months, but that didn’t stop the growing tension every time you were in the same room. 

Becoming close friends with a bunch of professional hockey players was not on your bingo card for the year. Yet, here you are, knocking on the door of Jack and Luke’s shared apartment.

You had met Luke at a bar when your so-called “friends” dragged you out for the night, then proceeded to ditch you for some random guys they had run into. 

Luke noticed your sunken form at the corner of the bartop, looking as out of place as he felt. He took the opportunity to introduce himself, buying you a drink in the process. After the two of you hit it off, he made sure to stay by your side the rest of the night. When you told him about your friend's leaving, he took it upon himself to integrate you into the tight-knit hockey crowd in the back of the wide room. 

You immediately fell into a comfortable conversation with a shaggy-haired boy named Dawson. These boys, along with the select girlfriends and wives, welcomed you with open arms. Only about an hour or so had passed when he showed up. 

It was almost embarrassing how quickly you were drawn to him. Maybe it was the way he carried himself with such confidence, but not enough to seem arrogant. Or, perhaps, it was the way his tight shirt clung to the defined muscles along his torso. 

Watching his movements grow closer, you saw a few of the other boys side-hug him, clearly excited by his presence. You leaned closer to Dawson’s side, trying to get a better view of the captivating brunette man. Dawson noticed your proximity, following your gaze to see where your focus had drifted to. He smirked.

“Whatcha lookin' at?” He asked smugly. 

Your eyes widened as you realized you had been caught staring. Hard. A warm blush crept up your neck as you averted to look at anything else. “N-nothing, just people watching.” You had hoped he bought your excuse, but the look on Dawson’s face proved otherwise. 

“Oh no, no, no. That was definitely not nothing. I saw you making goo-goo eyes at Cap over there.” This time it was your turn to make a face. 

“Cap?”

Dawson nodded, “Yeah, that's Nico. Our captain.” 

Nico. 

Even his name was hot.

But what had you almost on your knees was when a pair of big, deep brown eyes met your own. Your breath hitched as Nico’s eyes raked down your body. If it was any other guy, you’d typically be bothered, but there was a strange feeling of comfort in his gaze.

His tongue darted out to wet his slightly-chapped lips and, if you weren’t so flustered, you could have sworn you saw Nico’s chest begin to rise quicker. Neither of you looked away from each other, not until Jack’s drunk form flung into Nico’s. The moment may have been fleeting, but the feeling Nico had left on you wasn’t. 

❥.

You didn’t run into Nico again until Luke had invited you to a Devil’s function at the Haula household. You were nervous, staying silent the entire ride over. 

“Are you alright?” Luke’s voice echoed in your ears, snapping you back to reality. 

“Mhm, yeah. I’m okay, just a little nervous, I guess.” You bit your lip, looking back out of the window. 

“Aw, c’mon, Y/n. You’ve already met almost everyone that’s gonna be there. They all love you.” 

You just gave him a tight-lipped smile in return. You had failed to mention your little “encounter” with Nico the week prior. Simply because you felt it was too insignificant to bring up to your new friend, especially with the man in question being Luke’s captain. 

When the car finally parked in front of the big house, you felt yourself hesitating. You knew Nico was already inside, as Luke had been running behind on his way to pick you up. You couldn’t quite pinpoint what it was about Nico that made your heart race and knees wobbly, but it was hard to hide his effect on your body. 

“You coming?” Luke walked over to the passenger side, opening the door for you.

It was now or never. 

You followed Luke into the house, quickly being welcomed by familiar faces. Although the face you were most anxious to see was nowhere to be found. You felt your stomach drop a little bit at his absence but shook off the feeling as Dawson made his way to you. 

“Hey, y/n/n! How ya been? I haven’t seen you in forever…” He whined, making you laugh. 

“I literally saw you last week Daws, but I’m just fine.” You let your eyes drift over Dawson’s shoulder briefly, still not seeing Nico. 

“Ah, I see,” Dawson drawled, making your eyes shoot back toward his, “You’re just concerned with finding “Mr. Pretty-Brown-Eyes,” He mocked.

“Dawson!” You slapped him slightly, “I texted you that in confidence!” You looked around to make sure no one had heard the loud boy’s comment. Seeing as everyone was preoccupied, you let out a relieved sigh. 

He threw his hands up in surrender, “Sorry, sorry! But, you can’t deny it. You’ve looked like a lost puppy since you and Luke stepped through the door.”

“Oh, whatever, I have not.” You pouted. 

“Have to- Oh look! There’s Nico!” 

You whipped your head in the direction Dawson was looking, only to be met with an empty wall. You turned back, stone-faced. 

“Haha, very funny, Mercer. Very funny.” You rolled your eyes at his antics, genuinely starting to feel a little sad that you hadn’t seen Nico yet. 

“C’mon, I can help you find him.”

You shook your head in protest, “No, no, absolutely not. Nope.” 

Dawson’s brows furrowed, “Why not? You very obviously want to see him.” 

“For your information, Dawson, I haven’t ever actually talked to him before.” You turned up your nose, rejecting the idea. 

“So you’re delusional?” Dawson deadpanned. 

Your jaw dropped, “Well, damn. Way to call a girl out.” 

He rolled his eyes, “I’m kidding..for the most part,” You gave him a pointed look, “Just come on, I’ll introduce you as my friend. I’ll even start the conversation. It’ll be fine, y/n/n.”

“Not happening. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to find the bathroom.”

“Sure, sure, escape just when I give you the opportunity of a lifetime.” 

You opted to ignore Dawson as you walked away, heading to the set of stairs that led to the second story. Having overheard someone ask earlier, you knew the bathroom was somewhere upstairs. Turning knobs, you eventually found the bathroom, walking in to do your business. 

Once you had finished, you opened the door to leave, not really paying attention to your surroundings. You stumbled back as you ran straight into a hard chest. 

“Shit!” Your hand flew to cover the slight red spot on your forehead, “I’m so so sorry, I wasn’t watching where I was going!” You apologized profusely, still not looking to see who you ran into. 

“Don’t worry about it, pretty girl. It was my fault.” The sound of a thick accent made your skin heat up. You looked up slightly, meeting Nico’s eyes. You swallowed thickly. 

“I don’t think we’ve met, properly. I’m Nico.” He flashed his dimples. 

Oh god. 

“I know who you are,” You panicked, “I-I mean, I’m Y/n.” 

He laughed, “Well then, I know who you are too.” 

“You do?” You peered up at him through your lashes, leaning your back against the door frame. 

Nico nodded, eyes slightly hooded. “Yeah, I saw you with Luke at the bar last week. You were wearing that black dress.” 

Your breath picked up at his statement. “You remember what I was wearing?” You silently cursed yourself for not being able to muster up any other words. 

Nico’s arm rose to rest above your head as he leaned closer down to you, “How could I not remember? It’s kind of hard to forget someone like you.” 

Before you could reply, you heard footsteps rushing up the stairs. 

“Hey, cap! You up here?” 

With your nerves getting the best of you, you took the chance to slip out of his bubble, quickly making your way back downstairs. 

Holy shit. 

❥.

Your encounters with Nico became more frequent, as you often were with the boys. The little flirty remarks only worsened, except now Nico took a liking to placing lingering touches on your body. 

Grabbing your hips to move you over, or slightly pulling your hand to lead you through public places. It felt as if he would find any excuse to touch you. Not that you were complaining, but it left your mind hazy. You would like to think he was into you the way you were him, but you couldn’t be sure.

You knew hockey players had “conquests,” and you weren’t really in the market to be one. So, you kept your feelings to yourself, not ready to face the harsh reality of Nico not being serious about pursuing you, at least romantically speaking. Which led you to now, meeting at the Hughes’ apartment for the weekly movie night. 

The whole ordeal started after a night out in which mostly everyone got too hammered to get home safely. Tonight’s movie agenda was the entire “Hunger Games” series since Luke has been wanting to go see the newest that just hit theaters. 

After Jack let you in the apartment, you made a b-line to the side room off the hallway that held all the blankets. You made sure to get the same one every movie night, refusing to share with anyone else. Curling up in your usual corner, a knock at the door stilled the apartment. 

“Who’s that?” Dawson asked Luke, who was making popcorn in the kitchen.

“It’s probably Nico. He wanted to start joining us for movie night.” 

You felt your body perk up at the new information, you’d be seeing Nico weekly. Another knock followed after a minute. 

“Could one of you please get that? I’m busy perfecting this popcorn.” 

“It’s literally just popcorn, Luke.” Dawson remarked. 

“No, there is the perfect butter-to-popcorn ratio that I have figured out. Now, please, let the captain inside.” 

Dawson, who just sat down, turned to you, “Can you let Cap in, y/n/n?” He smirked, “I’m still trying to get comfortable.” 

You narrowed your eyes in his direction, clearly picking up on what he was trying to do. 

“Guys?” Luke called, “It’s gonna get awkward if you don’t let him in.” 

Huffing, you rose from your spot, “I’m going, I’m going. Don’t get your panties in a twist, Luke.” 

You gripped the cold metal doorknob, taking a deep breath before opening it. 

Whoa.

You felt yourself shamelessly check out Nico’s attire, his muscular form clad in grey sweats and a simple black t-shirt. An action that did not go unnoticed by Nico. 

He smirked, gently brushing past you, “Who’s panties are in a twist?” 

Goosebumps rose upon your heated skin. 

A man that hot should never be allowed to say panties so casually. 

By the time you got back to your spot, a certain Swiss male had decided to occupy the once-perfect corner seat. Your shoulders slumped slightly, you felt a whine build up in your throat. 

“Nico, you know I always sit there.” You pouted at him, sending a glare his way. 

He chuckled, “Don’t worry, we can share. My lap still has plenty of room.” 

You could have sworn you stopped breathing. The way his brown eyes shined into yours made you almost hopeful that his smooth words were more than just a ploy, but doubt still rang clear in your ears. Before you could respond, Jack and Luke entered the living room, both with bowls full of popcorn. 

“Hey Y/n, would you mind going to grab some more blankets for everyone? We have our hands full with this popcorn.” Jack asked you, sending you a grateful smile. 

You eagerly accepted the offer to escape. Opening the closet door, you quickly shut it halfway, taking a moment to compose yourself. 

In and out, Y/n. In and out. 

Once your breathing was semi-normal, you turned around grabbing an armful of random blankets. As you turned once more, this time to leave, you ran into a hard chest. 

“You know, we really need to stop meeting like this, pretty girl.” Nico’s voice echoed in your ears as he quietly shut the door behind him. You scoffed, placing the blankets on the shelf beside you. Crossing your arms, you looked into Nico’s eyes. 

“And you really need to stop calling me that.” You slightly cringed at how harsh your words sounded through the small space. Nico’s face fell slightly. 

“Why’s that? Hm?” He quirked his head to the side, slowly backing you up until you hit the wall. You did your best to control the raging fire in your chest or the way your skin crawled at his proximity. 

“Because you don’t mean it, at least not seriously mean it.” 

Nico placed his hands softly on your hips, gripping them into his own. “I mean what I say. I haven’t been playing with you, ya know.” His face now had a pink twinge as he looked down, “I’ve been trying to get you alone for weeks, but every time I say something you run away.” 

You looked away from him guiltily. He wasn’t making it up, you did try and find any possible reason to avoid him when he started getting flirty. Only because you knew he wasn't truly into you, or at least thought he wasn’t. 

Nico’s hand reached up to turn your head back towards him, your lips only inches apart. You could feel his shallow breaths fanning on your aching lips. It was tempting, being so close to him. He was a drug and you were trying so hard not to get addicted. 

“I only ran because,” You swallowed, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Because why, schatzi?” 

A whimper almost escaped your throat at his choice of name. 

“Because I didn’t want to give in.” Your words hung around the both of you. You didn’t know where to look, nervous for Nico’s response.

“I do,” You darted your eyes into Nico’s at his low voice, “I want you to give in.” 

“Nico-”

“No,” He cut you off, lips now brushing against yours, “Don’t pretend you can’t feel it.”

I just want to give in.

Your hand reached up to Nico’s jaw, finally pulling him down to crash your lips together. The kiss was desperate, both of you hot and needy for each other. Nico groaned into the kiss, pulling your hips deeper into him. His tongue danced across your bottom lip, begging for entrance. Letting him in, you whined at the taste. 

You finally pulled away, breathless. 

“Wow.” That’s all you could muster. You could feel Nico’s racing heartbeat under your fingertips where your hand rested on his chest.

He rested his forehead against yours, nodding slightly. 

“Yeah, wow.” 

You nudged his head up, his doe-eyes peering into yours. You opened your mouth to say something but were quickly cut off, once again. 

“Before you say anything, just know that I’m serious about you. I think I have been since I saw you at that bar.” 

You bit the inside of your lip, “Promise?” 

Nico placed a sweet kiss on your nose, “Promise.” 

The moment was temporary, being ruined by a loud voice, “Cap and Mrs. Cap! Get your asses out here and quit fucking each other. I am NOT in the mood to be an uncle.” 

“Screw you, Dawson!”

[peachhcs]

mint rocky road

hughes!sister x will smith au (samy + will)

will decides he wants to try and reconcile with samy during the family vacation

2.7k words

i'm trying to sort of post these in order of the timeline, but i like to jump around a little so it's a bit more fun :) this was like lowkey sad at first, but then it got somewhat happier 🤗

au masterlist

it only took will three days before deciding he should try talking to samy. the two had been avoiding one another since his family got to the lakehouse because obviously what else were they supposed to say to one another? avoiding each just seemed like the next best option. although, the boy kept thinking about what his mom and sister said a few weeks ago. it wouldn’t hurt to try and talk. 

if it went horribly then at least they were pretty good at dodging one another. the big lakehouse finally had its perks. 

everyone was wiped out from the long day in town. there was someone in every room either asleep or close to it, so it seemed like the perfect opportunity to talk. will wandered the house in search of the brunette knowing she liked to hide herself in rooms no one ever looked in, but when he searched in all the hiding spots he could remember, he didn’t find any trace of the youngest hughes. it wasn’t until will wandered outside when he saw a faint figure all the way down on the dock. bingo. 

the walk down the yard had will running through every way this conversation could go. she could walk away before he even got there. she’d start bitching at him. she’d tell him she doesn’t want to talk to him ever again. the possibilities were looking a little endless, but the hockey player couldn’t be afraid. 

once upon a time, samy knew him like the back of her hand and vice versa. she was his best friend, so somewhere in there, will knew she wanted to at least hear him out. 

he would hear her out if it were the other way around, so will took his chances. the closer he got, the harder his heart beat against his chest in a rapid rhythm similar to the panic attack he had back at the combine. everything in will wanted to turn around and just continue avoiding samy, but the small part in him that included ryan and gabe’s nagging words kept his feet moving towards the girl now just inches away. 

words weren’t coming to him right now, so the hockey player slowly sat down beside her in an open spot almost as if she knew he was coming out here, so she left the space there. samy didn’t look his way, but she knew he was there. her own heart was now beating a bruise against her chest with will’s close proximity. 

the silence quickly filled in around them with both of their eyes glued to the lake. it was almost funny how they didn’t know what to say because if it were any other circumstance, the two could never shut up around one another. as soon as the smith’s were in the driveway, samy would pounce on the siblings with excitement in her bones to tell them about everything they missed since last summer. none of that happened this year which made this summer already feel a lot different than the previous ones. and maybe it was also a mix of growing up and childhood excitement escaping everyone now that they were all adults. 

“hey stranger,” samy finally broke their deafening silence. her gaze found will’s whose eyes were already on hers as soon as her mouth opened. a crinkle of a smile found its way to her lips sending a little buzz through the blonde. 

“hey,” will whispered like he was too afraid to speak any louder. 

“i didn't think you were coming this year,” the girl hummed, removing her gaze from will’s. the little frown replacing the smile on her lips hurt will more than he liked to admit. 

“i’d never miss the family vacation,” the boy said, but the brunette shrugged. 

“i just thought you’d skip because..you know,” she didn’t need to say it for will to know what she was talking about. her frown deepened along with his at her words. 

“i was actually hoping we could um..um talk about that. this. us,” he stumbled over his words making his cheeks flush in embarrassment. 

“i don’t really know if there’s much to talk about,” samy said all she could to will a month ago and he just pushed her away, so she didn’t know what else could really be said. 

will’s silence made her look back over at him. his gaze wasn’t on hers, but she could see the way his brain was turning, running through all the things he could say to her. his face was set, eyes sunken in as the sadness clouded over him and eventually her too. 

but god, did he look good. despite avoiding him, samy caught glimpses of him with her brothers in the last few days. his curls were grown back out around his ears and whatever he was doing in the offseason was really paying off. he’d grown a lot—arms and legs muscling up and his abs showing a lot more than usual. will was always fit, but for some reason he looked extra good and samy couldn’t really stop staring. 

“will you at least hear me out?” the blonde spoke again and samy snapped out of her little daze of him. 

his look was a bit pleading making it hard to say no, but she wouldn’t ever say no anyway, “i’m giving you five minutes to say something good.” 

“ten?” will negotiated knowing he wouldn’t be able to explain everything in just five minutes. 

his little pleading look continued and shit, he was hard to say no to even when they weren’t on speaking terms. “okay, fine. ten minutes, start talking.” 

“i know i really fucked up and i know i should’ve talked to you more. i-i don’t really know why i didn’t. there was a lot going on in my mind which i know isn’t an excuse, but i thought i could just figure everything out myself which was another dumb mistake. when we got back from worlds everything was going to happen so fast, it kind of freaked me out and i started making stupid decisions,” will began, eyes on anything but samy as he talked. 

“you pushed me away,” the girl stated. 

“i know and i shouldn’t have done that. i thought i was making the right choice by doing that and i realize now that it was the very, very wrong choice,” the blonde shook his head. 

“why didn’t you just talk to me? you know you can always talk to me,” samy’s tone softened at the last part creating this pinch in will’s heart hearing her talk to him like that. 

he finally met her eyes and it took everything in him to not break down. her expression was a mix of hurt and betrayal which was something will never wanted to see, especially when he was the cause of it all,. 

“i know. i-i got scared, i guess. i was scared i was going to lose you or something once i went to california. it was so hard for us to talk during the school year, i started imagining the worse if i was in california. i mean, come on, samy. you’re this amazing, popular person who’s awesome at soccer. you know you have guys at your feet lined up to talk to you. i thought letting you go would be better so i wasn’t holding you back and you could find someone who could actually be there for you. i thought i couldn’t be the boyfriend you wanted all the way across the country,” the tears couldn’t be stopped as will continued talking. his eyes glossed over, desperately trying to hold them in and samy didn’t look any better. 

she looked away hoping he wouldn’t see her own tears, but they both knew she was crying if he was crying. “you weren’t ever gonna lose me, will. i told you, i’m with you wherever you go. i don’t care about those other guys who are in my dms because you’re the one i chose,” her voice broke, sending will’s tears down his cheeks. 

“i know that now. i’m really, really sorry i didn’t get that until now. i never should’ve pushed you away. i got in my own head and i thought i was helping both of us,” the blonde frowned, quickly wiping the tears away. 

“you really hurt me, will. like a lot.” 

“i know,” the boy squeaked out. 

“i don’t really know if things can ever really be the same between us,” the admission hurt, but will knew it was coming. 

“can we at least try? at least the friends part?” not being together was fine, but will couldn’t not be her friend. 

“i don’t know..maybe it would be best for us to just..keep things how they are?” samy sighed, breaking will’s heart even further even though he deserved most of this. 

the silence engulfed them again, but neither of them moved from their spot on the dock. will’s gaze drifted down to where samy toyed with her charm bracelet. he noticed all the charms still there, even the ones he got her, so he took that as his comfort in knowing that somewhere in the back of samy’s mind, he was still there. 

not knowing what else could be said, will finally pushed himself to his feet. he watched the brunette for a moment, wondering if she’d turn around and tell him to stay or something, but she didn’t even move a muscle. 

that pinch in will’s heart grew larger as he forced himself to walk away back to the house. at least he tried. 

samy listened to his retreating footsteps, waiting until he was out of earshot to fully break down. her head sunk into her hands where the sobs quickly escaped her lips in little bursts between the pants. 

she wanted to take him back so bad. just looking at his broken expression made her wanna lunge at him, but she needed to hold some self-respect for herself. words alone weren’t going to fix all the broken things between them. she feared their relationship would never be the same anymore and that was scary because will was all samy’s ever known. 

a few minutes passed when the younger girl heard another pair of footsteps on the dock behind her. she expected it to be her mom or one of her brothers, so when long locks of blonde hair appeared beside her and a gentle hand belonging to grace, samy was very surprised. 

she hadn’t spoken to the oldest smith sibling since the breakup. she didn’t know if grace hated her now, so she sort of avoided her too, but the gentle look on the older girl’s face told samy that was far from the case. 

“are you okay?” grace wondered, taking the spot her brother was just in. 

“i don’t really know,” samy admitted because her heart and head kept telling her two very different things. 

“sorry, that was a bad question. i-i know we haven’t really talked a lot since…but i’m here to talk if you want. i thought my brother was really stupid for doing what he did. we all thought so. i just came down to check on you because i saw him come in,” the older girl continued a bit shyly. 

“we were just talking. he-he was..apologizing,” the younger brunette explained briefly. 

“he was?” 

“yeah. i didn’t really..forgive him. i just don’t know if i can…or if i even should. it’s so confusing in my mind right now,” samy frowned. 

“that’s okay. you don’t have to know all the answers right now. he hurt you and you’re hesitant. that’s perfectly okay,” grace reassured, rubbing her hand across samy’s arm. 

“he was my best friend and i don’t know anything but him.” 

“well, do you want him back in your life in any way?” grace hummed. 

“like a small part of me does, but i don’t even know where i’d start with that,” obviously, her and will wouldn’t just jump back into another like nothing happened. 

“you don’t have to know. starting back as friends is easy if that’s something you want. relearn him as friends and if your heart is still pulling you to him, then i’d say that’s your sign that you want him back as something more than that,” the older blonde gave her best advice based on what she’s learned when it came to this kind of thing. 

“i’m just scared i’ll get hurt again and i can’t do that.” 

“i get that, trust me, i do. it’s really scary, but i know my brother is really sorry and he really wants to be your friend again if you’ll have him. that’s not to excuse what happened and what he did, but i don’t think he could ever dream of hurting you again based on how much he’s hurt.” 

grace’s words sat in samy’s head for the entire rest of the time they were outside until they went back in. it was late. grace retreated to bed, but the younger brunette needed some sort of sweet treat, so she ventured into the kitchen before stopping in her tracks when she saw will sitting at the counter. 

his back was to her and samy considered turning around so she didn’t have to talk to him again, but something in her put one foot in front of the other until she was right beside him, 

“late night snack?” the girl spoke quietly because she didn’t want to wake up the sleeping house. 

her voice startled the boy as he jumped, quickly whipping his head in her direction. “oh, yeah. i couldn’t really sleep,” the blonde flushed. 

“we think alike,” samy mumbled as she walked around to dig through the freezer for any ice cream. 

will watched her from where he sat, heart racing still. being in her presence so close after not seeing one another for a month set his body on fire because if only she knew how much he missed her and hoped that a small part of her missed him too. 

“want any?” samy turned around once she found the carton she wanted. it was mint rocky road which was one of their favorites they always shared together. will wondered if she did that on purpose or not. 

“sure,” the boy said, so samy handed him his own spoon and popped the cover off. 

they took turns awkwardly digging their spoons into the ice cream without speaking. the only sound was someone’s snores in one of the rooms downstairs that was most definitely mr. smith because he snored loud. 

“i-i’m sorry for being kind of harsh earlier. i-i..there’s been a lot on my mind. it’s been weird seeing you after..everything..” the brunette began while will’s eyes glued to her own. “i’m still trying to figure out how i feel because honestly, i don’t really know. i’m really hurt still, yet i can’t ever be mad at you because you’re..you were my best friend and you’re family.” samy shook her head. 

will stayed silent, not sure where she was going with all of this. 

“i do want to try and be friends with you again. we were..inseparable once upon a time and as much as i don’t want to believe it, history is hard to forget about. you’re still someone i think about a lot and i don’t think that’s something that can be thrown away just like that,” her gaze found will’s. 

everything in his system practically exploded hearing her say that because god, he hoped she would. 

“really?” was all he could manage. 

“yeah, really. if..if we ever wanted to go back to..i think we need to start at the beginning first, you know?” samy’s eyes dropped from his back to the ice cream. 

“right, i totally agree. i’m really glad you said that,” a little smile found its way to his lips and so did samy’s. 

“we watched each other throw up everywhere, break bones, face plant on the ice..i think it would be impossible if we stopped being friends,” samy giggled, something will hadn't heard in a long time. 

“plus, i don’t think we could avoid one another forever with our parents being best friends,” will added and the girl nodded in agreement. 

“i still am hurt by everything, but i’m willing to start back as friends.” 

the two exchanged a smile and they spent the rest of the night eating all of the mint rocky road as if they were kids 

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Hi stars, esox here 😀 I've been enjoying playing the Krakenblr Bingo game, and am hoping you'll write something for one of my Bingos! I'm a Montour fan if you're willing to feature him, maybe with his D-partner? I love LarsDunn too, that's how I got to Kraken hockey actually. I'm good with kink, but I'm not a big reader of whump. Holiday, kneeling, humor, (soft) BDSM, off-season ... If any of those separately or together in any combo work, perfect!

Otherwise, please message me because I am happy to be more detailed if that's your thing. I'm actively trying to not do that now after not doing a good job providing prompts for a couple of earlier Bingos. Hopefully I'm getting better at prompts though! Thanks for much for offering up a ficlet! Have a lovely evening 🦑🏒

thank you for the wonderful prompt!! i hope you enjoy <3

They play the Panthers at home. They win, and Monty gets first star. Monty gets first star, and he picks Josh. Josh isn’t exactly sure how it started, this whole thing of taking your own guys to the Room. He definitely never heard of it before he came to the Kraken. But since he’s been with his new team, it’s happened maybe…twenty percent of their wins, Josh estimates? Often enough that the guys aren’t weird about it when the trainer comes around and Monty says, Muzzy, let’s go. No awkward silences, no raised eyebrows or weird stares, no jeers or protests. Just some wolf whistles and gentle chirping as Monty steers Josh out of the locker room and down the hallway, massaging his shoulders as he drives Josh’s body forward. “There’s nobody in either room I want more than you, Muzz,” Monty explains, when Josh asks. “Yeah, but, you already have me,” Josh counters. And boy, does Monty ever have him. Wrapped around his little finger and tied up with a bow. Monty shrugs. “All the more reason to have you with all the accoutrements, no? Make it something special.” He lowers his head down to Josh’s ear, breath warm against the side of his neck, and Josh shivers. “Think of all the beautiful things I can do to you in the Room I can’t do in a regular hotel.”

It’s been a long while since Josh has been chosen for a Room, so he doesn’t really understand what Monty means until they actually get there and the door swings open, Josh’s mouth falling open along with it. “I’ll let you choose, sweet thing,” Monty says, striding into the room with confidence, as Josh remembers to shut his mouth. “Do you want to start on the fucking bench, or the X-frame?” Josh’s throat goes dry, clicking as he tries to make sound, his mind only half-present as he takes in the shelves of brightly-coloured toys, ropes, and other equipment. But Monty’s looking at him expectantly, so warm and eager, and Josh feels the tug in his gut pulling him further into the room like he’s attached to an invisible string. He moves toward the X-frame without words as Monty grins that damn thousand-watt smile. “Oh, good choice, sweetheart,” Monty coos, skimming his hands down Josh’s flank as he leans in to suck and nibble at the soft skin of Josh’s neck. “Clothes off, that’s a good boy.” He pulls back to let Josh stretch his top off over his head, and when Josh drops the baselayer to the floor and looks back, Monty’s looking him up and down with such transparent want that it makes Josh’s stomach backflip. Josh shimmies his bottoms and underwear down his hips, and then he’s naked in front of Monty, who’s holding a soft-looking weft of ice-blue rope in his hands. “How-” Josh croaks. Swallows. “How do you want me?” “Gonna wrap you up all nice and pretty for me, then tie you up to the cross,” Monty winks. “Arms out, legs apart.” The rope is just as soft as it looks as Monty winds it around deftly around Josh’s torso, working his way down between his legs to neatly truss his cock and balls. He pays special attention to the ties around Josh’s junk, making sure there’s extra room for Josh’s rapidly hardening cock, sliding a finger under the rope to test that it’s not too tight. “That comfy, Muzz?” Josh nods. “Yes, sir.” It always is, unless Josh actively requests otherwise- Monty is so diligent with Josh’s body, protecting him from things he doesn’t even know to be afraid of. “What are you going to say if something hurts or you need to stop?” “Panther,” Josh replies quickly. “Good. One last thing, darling,” Monty says, grinning a wicked smile Josh knows doesn’t portend anything good for him. “Bend over, hands on your ankles.” Josh obeys, wincing when he hears the click of a lube cap and jerking forward as he feels the cold goop against his asshole. Then there’s a blunt push driving some kind of toy inside him, the texture room-chilled and too firm to be any part of Monty. It’s big- not the biggest thing Monty’s ever made him take- but big all the same, and Josh chokes a little as it nestles deep inside him, pressing up against his prostate. Monty comes up in front of him and stands him upright before planting a quick kiss to Josh’s lips. Then the toy starts to fucking move and that’s- it’s- oh, dear fucking god- “It vibrates,” Monty smiles and wiggles a remote between his fingers, as Josh moans and squirms in place. After a few seconds, Monty clicks off the vibration, providing Josh some temporary mercy, though his ear-to-ear grin tells Josh just exactly what kind of night he’s in for. “C’mon, baby, let’s get you settled all pretty on the cross. You ready?” Josh gives a wordless groan, eliciting a delighted laugh from Monty. He walks forward on shaky legs.

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Photo album of best moments in underwear drawerer...equally would love to see Ice AU Carlos/Stevie and Willex so dealers choice!

-MoonRiver

Ooooooo lil bit of Stevlos (?) sounds fun, I haven't written them before...

Stevie plops down on Carlos's bed, happy to rest his legs after the game. Sure, on paper it's Reggie and the boys doing all the physical stuff during hockey games, but that doesn't mean Stevie isn't working up a massive sweat as he runs all over the building in the Spoopy costume.

Fortuantely for him, he's allowed to use the showers at the arena and get clean as soon as he changes. Carlos? Not so much. Stevie doesn't mind waiting for him though. It gives him 15 minutes to introvert and finish swapping out his 'Spoopy personality' for his normal one. As much as he knows his boyfriend enjoys being around the mascot, he's pretty sure Carlos would rather he actually be able to talk when they're together.

Stevie stretches out on the bed, shaking out all of his limbs, before standing up. The last time they'd gone home together after a game, they'd gone to his apartment and Carlos had stolen one of his sweatshirts. Stevie certainly isn't upset about it (or the fact that he hasn't gotten it back, since it definitely looks better on his boyfriend), but he does want revenge.

He approaches the dresser and tugs open a drawer. A pile of half folded pajama pants appears beside a bunch of black socks, several pairs of boxers and briefs, and-

"Bingo," Stevie whispers to himself, reaching for the worn t-shirts stuffed into the back.

Carlos has a rotation of old (nerdy) shirts that aren't really fit to be worn in public anymore but he still likes, so he mostly wears them to bed. Stevie snags one with a Star Wars pun and swaps it with his own black polo. Carlos is a bit taller than him, but his shoulders are narrower, so the shirt hugs his chest and drops down just past his hips.

Satisfied, Stevie tosses his shirt into the laundry basket and goes to close the drawer. But something in the back catches his eye before he can slide it shut. He reaches in and pulls out a small, square photo album, wrapped in a dark brown leather case.

Stevie frowns, because he's seen the Molina family photo albums Carlos has in the living room, and this looks nothing like it. Honestly, it looks closer to Carlos's professional portfolio that he uses for interviews and stuff. But like, smaller.

And look. Stevie respects his boyfriend's privacy. But also, the black and white photo framed in the center of the cover is one of him in costume with Carlos on his shoulders. He remembers that day.

It was back over the summer, in the middle of training camp. The two of them had been up at the P-Plex for a social media day. There was a trend going around at the time of people seeing which of their friends they could pick up, so of course Carlos challenged the team to try it, which resulted in several things, including Stevie on the shoulders of a few players. He'd joked that he should get to pick them up back, and one thing had led to another, and then he was carrying his boyfriend on his shoulders between shots.

Stevie hadn't realized someone had a picture of that.

And well, he's literally on the cover. He feels justified in cracking it open, just out of curiousity.

He sucks in a sharp breath at the first spread. There's 3 large photographs filling the space, as well as a few smaller ones in the gaps. And it's all of the two of them when they were kids.

It's an odd connection the two hadn't figured out until after a few months of working together, but they'd grown up in the same neighborhood, kicking a soccer ball around together at the playground on the corner and waiting for the bus together on their first day of school.

One of the photos is of them on their first hockey team together (before they both decided they didn't really get the same kick out of being on the ice that their siblings did). Another is them in the Molinas' backyard, halfway up the Big Tree. In between the pictures are little notes in Carlos's slanted handwriting.

Gotta love the history. I can't really say 'I knew even then', but looking back, I can see it. Wow yeah those pads did NOT fit.

A door creaks behind him and Stevie quickly closes the album.

"Okay, are we throwing on a movie or are we just crashing?" Carlos asks as he re-enters his room.

Stevie turns around and has to make himself focus on the question and ignore how fluffy his boyfriend's hair is when it's all wet and rumpled. "Uh, am I allowed to ask about this?" he questions after blinking away the butterflies.

Carlos glances down at the book in his hands and his cheeks darken. "Oh. Um. You weren't supposed to see that yet," he admits, biting his lip. "It's not really done."

Stevie quickly tucks it back into the drawer behind him. "Sorry, I didn't know, I just saw it and the front cover has us on it, so..."

"No, it's fine," Carlos says quickly, crossing the room to stop Stevie from closing the drawer. "It's just... ya know, not what I had in mind."

Stevie tilts his head. "What did you have in mind then?"

Up close, he can see Carlos's face flushing darker. "Um, our 6 month anniversary?" his boyfriend admits.

Oh.

Wow.

"Oh," is all Stevie can make come out of his mouth.

"Sorry, I know it's really fast," Carlos mumbles, shoving the drawer closed and crossing his arms protectively. "It was dumb anyways, just something I was tryin-"

Stevie cuts him off with his mouth, grasping his boyfriend's jaw with both hands as he kisses him. "It's not too fast," he breathes when they part. "It's, um, it's actually really sweet. Even if I don't really get what it is right now."

Carlos blinks. Several times. "Okay, yeah, cool," he manages after a few seconds. "It's just a photo album. Of us. Mostly over the last couple of years. Ya know, document the journey and all that."

Stevie can feel himself blushing. "Okay that is like... the cutest thing anyone has ever done for me," he admits. Then he glances back at the drawer. "So... can I see it? Now that the cat's out of the bag?"

"Absolutely not!" Carlos yelps, hands finding Stevie's waist and pushing him away from the dresser. "It's supposed to be a surprise!"

"But I already know about it," Stevie argues, laughing even as he lets his boyfriend manhandle him back towards the bed.

"Only because you went snooping," Carlos retorts, smirking a little. "You gotta wait till our anniversary like a normal person!"

"Rude," Stevie gripes just before Carlos nudges him down onto the bed.

"Nope, no, we are putting on a movie and going to bed," Carlos declares, clambering on top of him and trapping him. "No more secret photo album tonight."

Stevie fakes a pout. "But I wannaaaa."

"Too bad," Carlos laughs. "But I'll let you pick the movie if you drop it."

Stevie narrows his eyes, then chuckles and nods. "Alright, deal Molina."

Carlos lets out a sigh of relief, then rolls off of him to grab the TV remote. Stevie shimmies up the bed to settle back against the pillows, feeling his shoulders sink into the memory foam. Carlos returns a moment later and settles in beside him.

They're halfway through their Leverage episode when Carlos suddenly goes, "Wait is that my shirt?!"

[chil-aglia]

For The Bad Things Happen Bingo Card:

Bingo Slot: Amputation

Character: Adriaen

Plot: Adriaen basically gets his leg amputated by force after he gets a Kraang related infection during a mission and he’s too scared to actually go through with getting his leg amputated but he has to have it amputated anyways before the infection spreads to the rest of his body. The others also feel bad about Adriaen having to get his leg amputated so Donnie ends up making a prosthetic leg for Adriaen and Adriaen gets used to his prosthetic leg after a while.

This will be marked off as ‘Amputation' as that is the main focus!

Hope you enjoy this! And sorry for any grammar errors made!

@badthingshappenbingo

Link to the fic on Ao3: Missing Limb - Chilaglia - Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (Cartoon 2018) [Archive of Our Own]

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Missing Limb

Quick note: This is not canon to the main story of Collide. This takes place after the movie timeline!

Bingo slot: Amputation

Fandom: Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles + my OC’s

Warnings; ANGST GALORE, amputation, blood, depression, implied dissociation, panic attacks, loss of limb, Krang infection, vomiting, vomiting up blood, etc

Summary: The Krang have been defeated but the infected people of New York still linger around. Adriaen sadly has been faced with one the more aggressive infected. His leg is covered in the slime, and it stings, burns. They have to take it off. They have to take away his leg.

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After the invasion of New York, the city began rebuilding itself. Cleaning up the rubble from buildings, fixing the cracks on the roads and of course cleaning up any gunk of pink slime that attached itself to the floors, walls and corners.

However, despite the boys saving the city from the Krang, they didn’t manage to save everyone. Sadly, some of the citizens that were caught in the crossfire of the Krang were infected and became mindless zombies with no cure.

The infection would spread to others if the pink gunk from the Krang touched anyone for too long. The government did try their best to round up as many infected as they could but because of the large number of people infected, they would’ve missed a few people.

Like this one for example.

Adriaen was slammed back into a pillar, grunting and sliding down as he hissed in agony. Shaking his head he looks back at the fight. Leo was coordinating his attacks with his brothers and Casey as they charged and attacked the aggressive infected person that found their way into the abandoned subway tunnels. Too close to their home.

Donnie’s sensors picked up on the intruder and thus resulted in the current fight at hand. This infected was large, half their body inhuman, they screeched and used their new grown tentacle to pick up objects or pick up someone and throw them around, unaware of their own strength.

Adriaen clicks his tongue, gripping at his kama’s as he runs back in, running in between their legs and sliding on his knees as he uses his blades to slice at the legs.

The infected wailed and fell to the ground, screeching in either agony or annoyance. It was hard to tell exactly. “Nice job Adri!” Leo praised, smiling at him, Adriaen looked over to the slider and returned the smile back.

Leo stared before gasping, pupils widening. “Look out!” He shouts, running over towards Adriaen who blinked in puzzlement. The latter turned around, widening his eyes when the infected raised their tentacle and wrapped it tightly around Adriaen’s right leg.

Oh no—

Adriaen yells when he is tugged back by his leg, dropping his weapons out of fright as he growls and claws at the tentacle to release him. But it had a death grip on the leg, and it was beginning to burn and ache.

“Ah! Help me!” Adriaen wails, clawing at the concrete as everybody raced over, Casey using his chainsaw hockey stick to cut away at the tentacle that held Adriaen’s leg, freeing the mutant as Donnie chucked one of those vials that somehow hurt and exploded the Krang upon contact at the infected, hearing them screech and squirming away.

The infected had run off, and Mikey was about to give chase until he heard sobbing and painful grunting as he turned to Adriaen who was laying on the floor, being held by Leo who sweated and tried to comfort the panicked turtle.

“It hurts! Fuck! M-my leg…hurts!” Adriaen hisses, using one hand to hit the ground and the othe hand holding Leo’s arm tightly, no doubt going to leave a bruise on the slider.

Adriaen’s right leg had bumps of pink slime covering some parts, his veins visible as the Krang gunk would move every now and then which would result in Adriaen to cry out.

Tears spilling his face at the pain as Donnie inspected the leg with his goggles that he upgraded a few days ago.

“His leg is infected! If we don’t get rid of the issue, then Adriaen is going to become like them!”

“Then cut off the Krang parts, Dee!” Leo orders but Donatello shakes his head, paling as he stares down at Adriaen. “W-we can’t. It’s already entered his system. We…we’d have to amputate the leg.” Donnie informs, shocking everyone at the solution.

Adriaen shakes his head, “No, no, no! I’m not…! Don’t cut off my…!” He wheezes, finding breathing to be difficult as he gags and pushes himself off Leo, coughing and retching as blood pours out from his mouth.

“See, it's already spreading! We gotta cut it off now!” Donnie exclaimed, Leo biting his lip as he looked down at Adriaen who trembled. “Leo…” He sobbed out, scared as the slider gently cupped his face.

“I’m sorry…”

He looks at Donnie and Casey. “Cut it off.”

Adriaen shakes his head, closing his eyes and sobbing as he waits for the pain.

….

…..

The sound of the chainsaw whirring in the air, followed by it meeting flesh, Adriaen widened his eyes and let out the most powerful scream he ever let out.

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Adriaen had passed out from both exhaustion and blood loss, but when he came to, he was in the medbay.

Be looked around, spotting no one which had his blood levels elevated briefly.

“Leo? Guys…?”

He chirped in distress, wriggling in bed to sit up, but had paused and felt a jolt of pain overcome him. He groans, letting out another chirp.

Footsteps raced to the medbay room, followed by Leo slamming open the door, panting as he eyed his crush. “Adri…” He softly spoke, relieved as he came over, hugging the mutant tightly which had Adriaen confused but he accepted the hug.

“What…what happened?”

Leo stiffens, frowning as he pulls away from the embrace, avoiding eye contact as he clenched at the blanket. “Leo….?” Adriaen called out to him again, eyes narrowing in suspicion.

“We had to amputate your leg.”

Both Leo and Adriaen jumped at the voice of Donnie who had arrived with the others in tow behind him.

“Amputate….” Adriaen repeated before he hesitantly threw the blanket off his lap. He saw his left leg, that was still there….but when he looked to the right side—

“Urk!”

Leo quickly handed him a bucket, Adriaen snatching the bucket and throwing up bile that squeezed out of him. He had no right leg. It was gone.

It was wrapped up in thick bandages, but all that was left was a stump.

Where was his infected leg then? Probably still back at the tunnel that they cut it off in.

“I’m sorry…there was nothing we could’ve done to save the leg.” Leo spoke, placing a hand on Adriaen’s shoulder, the latter flinching and instinctively shrugging Leo off him. He wasn’t in the right headspace to be touched right now.

Leo understood so he retracted his hand away.

Adriaen held the bucket, reaching over it once more when reality began sinking in.

-----

It had been 2 weeks since then, Adriaen was, to put it bluntly, depressed. He didn’t eat, he didn’t talk to anyone, relying on sign language, and he just slept most of the time.

The others sometimes would hear him gagging into a bucket, letting out all the sickness that he had.

It was hard to watch, and Donnie had immediately begun prepping into making a prosthetic leg, but it would take time and patience, one that Adriaen seemed to be lacking.

“Adri, I brought you some leftover pizza—“

THUMP!

Leo walks in, just in time to see Adriaen out of bed and on the floor, hissing at himself as he trembles.

“Adriaen!”

Leo puts the pizza box away and runs to help Adriaen to sit up on the bed. The mutant groans, letting Leo pull him up, as he hops back over the bed, sitting down.

“Are you okay? What were you doing?!” Leo interrogated, concern laced in his tone as he checked over Adriaen who glared down at his stump.

“Water…”

Leo stared, both shocked and confused. That was the first thing Adriaen had said since they removed his leg.

Adriaen’s glare hardens. “I just want some water…” He seethed before slamming his hands onto his knees. “But I can’t even do that! Because of this fucking stump!” He shouts, angry tears falling down his cheeks.

“Why…! Why did it have to happen to me?! I hate this! I’m useless, I’m disgusting, it’s fucking annoying!”

Adriaen’s monitor beeps rapidly, his blood pressure high.

“I’m unable to do anything! Can’t go to the bathroom without help. Can’t get up to get food or water. Can’t even stretch properly!”

He sobs, bringing his head forward to rest against Leo’s plastron. The slider held him, comforting him as best he could.

“I just want my leg back…”

“I know…and I’m sorry…”

Adriaen sniffled, closing his eyes. He just wants his leg back.

-----

“Behold! Your new and improved leg!” Donnie announces, holding up a metal leg for everyone to see.

Adriaen tilts his head, eyes narrowing in discomfort. He knew Donnie was working on a prosthetic leg, but he can’t help but be nervous and suspicious of it.

Donnie always liked to make his inventions…have some kind of wow factor. For all Adriaen knew, Donnie could have installed flamethrowers or a jet pack.

“Ready to give it a go?” Donnie asks, walking over and crouching down in front of Adriaen who was sitting on the edge of the bed. “Not really…” He muttered but Donnie just grins.

“That’s the spirit!”

He began to carefully hook the leg onto the stump, the sound of clicking and machinery being heard as Adriaen shuddered and grunted when he felt a weird sensation. “Did that hurt?” Leo quickly asks, noticing how uncomfortable Adriaen seemed.

“No…just tickled.”

“That’s because the prosthetic is linking up to your veins and neurons. That way you’ll be able to move it.” Donnie briefly explains, he had gone into more detail about the newly made leg a few days ago, but it was so much information that Adriaen couldn’t remember everything.

A green light brightens up on the once previous grey lights that were presented on the thigh and ankle.

“Okay…give it a go for me. But take it slow.”

Adriaen nods, looking down at the robot leg as he begins moving it, he flinches from how smooth it was, listening to him as he rolls his robotic foot in a circular motion.

“Yes! It works!” Donnie cheered, as Leo chuckled and patted his brother on the shoulder. Adriaen blocked out everyone, staring at the leg with nerves.

This…this was going to take time getting used to.

-----

Physical therapy was annoying, having to re-learn how to walk was embarrassing for Adriaen. Luckily Leo was patient and helped him out, but even he could tell Adriaen was losing it.

“We can take a break if you need it.”

Adriaen shook his head, clinging onto the railings as he took a small step forward, the prosthetic hard getting used to, it felt heavy, clunky and just overall was an anomaly for Adriaen.

Sometimes, he got phantom pain which was just as unbearable as physical therapy. “I can do it…” Adriaen assures, walking slowly towards the end. Leo waits, smiling softly as he didn’t argue back with him.

Adriaen reached the end but had tripped and almost fell to the floor, luckily Leo was quick and caught him before he made contact with the ground.

“Sorry…” Adriaen apologised, frowning in guilt and embarrassment. “Nothing to be sorry for Adri. It’s…hard. I get that. But please, don’t push yourself.” Leo responds in slight worry for him, Adriaen nodding hesitantly as he is helped over to sit on a bench.

They had turned half the dojo into a physical therapy facility for Adriaen, while the other side remained the same with punching bags, training dummies and weights.

“Do you…do think I’ll be a liability for the team?” Adriaen mumbles, staring ahead blankly as Leo gave a bewildered expression at him, “What? No! You’re never a liability. Is…is that what you’ve been thinking about?” He softly asks, frowning as Adriaen shrugs his shoulders.

“Among other things. But yeah….”

Leo sighs, taking Adriaen’s hand and holding it. “You’re not going to be a liability. Ever. If anything, I think you’ll be just as great as you were before. You’re already a badass, so this just doubles it.” Leo smiles, grinning as Adriaen rolls his eyes but holds a smile on his face at Leo’s words.

“Thank you…and the others. For helping me.”

“Of course. We’ll do anything for you.”

Adriaen hums in acknowledgement, taking in a breath. “Can we try the walking thing again?” He asks, more determined. Leo nods, standing up and offering his hand.

Adriaen grasps at his palm, being pulled up from the bench as they make their way back to the railings.

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Bad things happen bingo (OPEN)

[abarbaricyalp]

Written for the @sambuckylibrary Summer Bingo prompt: Riptide

Rated G // No Warnings Apply

I Love You When You're Singing That Song

Cass got extravagant birthdays.

He was a late June baby, which meant he never got to celebrate at school and usually also meant his friends were off for vacation or camp and couldn't come for a party. So, instead, he got to come up with wild ideas for how he wanted to spend the day with family, and very little was off the table. Last year, he'd finally convinced his mom to go on a haunted pirate ship tour.

This year, a new roller rink and arcade had been built just north of town and he'd been begging to go since before it even opened. It was not a surprise that that's where his party ended up being.

More of his friends were able to come this year, but most of them had petered out after gifts and lunch. They discovered that Bucky couldn't drive a golf cart to save his life. That Sarah cleaned up at not only air hockey but also pool. That Sam wasn't any good at the basketball games but could score the high marks on skee ball all night long.

("Don't worry," Cass had assured him all day. "The hoops are misshaped, so it's harder to make the basket.")

Cass and his friends were endless balls of energy. They played the same games over and over again, making up new rules and lore each time they circled back around to something. Their parents, however, did not share the same well of energy. Still, once everyone was gone and the boxes of pizza were cleared away and Bucky had moved the Dr. Pepper out of reach of AJ's little arms, Cass had turned his big junior mint eyes up at Sam and asked to stay even longer, and Sam had folded before Cass even finished asking. They all piled over to the roller rink again.

Bucky was unfairly good at roller skating. Cass and AJ, whose kid bones were still made out of rubber, picked it up easily with a teacher like him to guide them. And Sarah looked great out in the rink. She had had more than enough people coming up and offering to skate with her or teach her a trick. Including Bucky. Sam, on the other hand, was aching in places he didn't even know he could ache. Could the tailbone break?

Bucky glided up to him behind the boys as they all skated away from the rink and to the carpeted area with tables and lockers. It was like he was made to be on wheels. Entirely unfair. His hair was wet with sweat and the pulsing neon lights of the rink were tangling up with the stands so much that Sam almost forgot what color Bucky's hair actually was.

AJ and Cass stumbled to a stop, the heavy carpeting doing much of the work for them. Bucky had no such issues. In fact, he barely stopped, so much as he made a tight turn and pulled Sam back onto the rink floor. Sam groaned theatrically, but Bucky's arms were warm and safe around him.

"You know, I used to do this all the time as a kid," Sam defended himself. "I was pretty good at it."

Bucky grinned. "I guess that's why the phrase is 'like riding a bicycle' and not 'like rollerskating,'" he suggested. He was skating backwards and pulling Sam with him without even running into anyone. Sam kind of felt like shoving him, but he was pretty sure it wouldn't make a difference. He'd just end up throwing himself off balance.

"How are you so good at this? Why don't we put you on wheels for missions?"

Bucky let out a hearty laugh, the kind where he threw his head back and didn't reign in any noise. God, Sam loved that laugh. Bucky spun around in a move that made Sam's ankles hurt.

"I dunno. Maybe I was more active in the, what, 80s? Is that when roller rinks were popular?"

"Yeah, something like that, old man," Sam huffed, like he was not a precocious preteen in the 80s himself.

He let Bucky drag him around the rink for a while. Slowly, he got his legs under him again, though every time he got confident one foot would slip forward or backward or to the side and he'd be at square one again. But those moments always had Bucky's arm darting out to his waist to hold him up, which wasn't so bad.

He still hadn't gotten any better by the time Bucky took mercy and veered them out of the rink. Sam kicked off his skates without even untying them. "I never wanna talk about this again," he grumbled.

Bucky laughed, more reigned in this time, and sat heavily beside Sam on the bench behind the table they had claimed. He reached out for a robot kit that Cass had gotten for his birthday. "I dunno, I liked ghosting you." He made a face and amended, "Like the movie Ghost, not like ignoring you."

"Yeah, that is a favorite hobby of yours, isn't it?"

"Listen, that time with the rifle was needed. It was like you'd never held one before."

"You laid down on top of me!"

"You were lying down!" Bucky insisted. "How else was I supposed to adjust your position?" He grinned and nudged Sam's side. "We adjusted a lot of positions that night."

Sam rolled his eyes and dropped one of Bucky's boots into his lap. "Put your shoes on and go get another pizza for dinner."

"Ugh, aren't you tired of pizza yet?" he groaned. He leaned against Sam, relaxing almost his whole weight so Sam couldn't shove him off.

"Yeah, but the kids aren't, so go get one." Despite knowing it wouldn't work, Sam shoved at Bucky's shoulder and tried to wedge a foot against his hip to leverage him upright again.

Bucky just went more lax against him and then pressed a messy, lazy kiss to Sam's check.

"Not in public," Sam huffed, like they hadn't made out like teenagers in a movie theater the previous week. To be fair, the movie kind of sucked. "Go get food," he grunted and really shoved Bucky upwards. It moved him about an inch, but Bucky finally relented and sat up.

"Fine, but I'm getting a bunch of hotdogs too. Pizza is not cutting it," he complained as he tugged on his boots without bothering to unlace them.

Sam waved him off but did turn to watch him walk away in his cute little jeans. Rollerskating was a good hobby, actually, he decided.

Without the distraction of his nephews, sister, and partner, Sam found quiet for the first time all afternoon. He finished off Bucky's drink--because he knew him, he was absolutely coming back with ridiculous concoctions from the fountain--and watched people skate. He was not the only bad skater and Bucky wasn't the only good one. There was a group of people who were performing entire dance routines to the songs playing overhead. There were also plenty of kids taking to it like ducks to water.

Sam wondered where the boys had gotten off to and why they hadn't touched base with new spoils from the arcade. He figured Sarah was with them. Maybe they'd gone back out to the bumper cars. Go-karts. Whatever the little racing things were.

Somehow, somehow, he knew his nephews were absolutely behind the speaker crackling to life right as Sam was closing his eyes and relaxing into the bench. A few skaters booed at the music being cut off. Sam pushed himself to his feet, gathering up Cass's gifts and stacking the trash together.

"Sam and Bucky, your number is up at karaoke," the speaker announced. Sam just about knocked over a half empty cup of Hi-C. "Sam and Bucky," it repeated, "your number is up at karaoke."

When Sam leaned around the bank of lockers to figure out where Bucky was, he found the man already looking towards him from the concessions line. Bucky looked as confused as Sam felt.

Who the hell? Bucky mouthed to him. Sam threw his hands up. He finished stuffing their things into a locker and met Bucky halfway across the floor. The karaoke stage was set at the back of the dining area. For the most part, Sam had been ignoring it. The speakers played the music loudly and he couldn't hear the singers, which was his favorite way to interact with karaoke.

"I didn't sign us up for anything," Bucky defended as they walked towards the MC.

"I know," Sam agreed. "You can't lie for shit." He didn't have to look over to know Bucky was directing a scowl at him.

"Hey," he called when they caught to the MC. "We didn't sign up to sing."

The MC, a man who was older than Sam was anticipating, did a double take on them. "Oh, wow, you are that Sam and Bucky. Okay." He waved his hand and carried on. "Listen, everyone gets cold feet. Don't worry about it, alright? You'll have fun." And he ushered them towards the stage.

"What song are we supposed to sing?" Bucky asked, trying to turn his way out of this herding motion unsuccessfully.

"Whatever you signed up with," the man scoffed.

"We didn't sign up," Bucky growled again under his breath. For Sam's benefit, he figured. Sam hooked his pinky in Bucky's and squeezed for just a second.

They weren't shy. They couldn't be, what with their jobs. Bucky was a performer when he was comfortable. He was always crooning to someone or starting an impromptu dance party. Sam liked to be the heart of the party, liked to entertain and garner laughs. It wasn't the publicity part of this that was giving them pause as much as the pure confusion.

"Maybe it'll be the Star Spangled Man With A Plan," Sam suggested. "Someone pulling our leg."

Bucky groaned. "Anything but that."

They climbed into the stage and Sam tried to peer out into the audience to see who might've been messing with them.

"Your screen is right there," the MC said. "Does that font look good? Yes? Great. Let's get you two started."

"Wait, but--" Sam tried one last time, but the man was already gone again.

As soon as the music started, he knew his family was in the audience somewhere. And, in a way, this was Bucky's fault too. Judging by the way his scowl had softened a little, the other man realized what had happened too.

"I was scared of dentists and the dark," Sam started.

"I was scared of pretty girls and starting conversations," Bucky continued.

"And all my friends are turning green."

"You're the magician's assistant in their dream."

They were able to harmonize on the vocalizations because they had practiced this. It all started about the third time Bucky had stayed at the Wilsons' for longer than a night. He and Sam had both been up early--Sam back from a run, Bucky just up--and they'd wordlessly begun taking care of the dishes from the night before. Bucky didn't remember where he'd heard the song, but it was stuck in his head. Just a melody. The idea of a song, really. He had mangled all the words for days before finally stopping to actually listen to it. But his humming that morning was evidently enough for Sam to pick up on the song and he began to sing it under his breath. Bucky was pretty sure Sam was off pitch, but he was too enamored of the way Sam's hips moved and the messy spin he executed at one point, flinging water from a plate across the room, to actually say anything.

It became a thing. Any time it got quiet between them, one of them would begin humming the song and the other would pick up singing it. They usually got through the first verse before they were both belting out the lyrics and throwing their hands around in exaggerated interpretations.

It hadn't taken long for the rest of the Wilsons to catch on to their habit. For the most part, they left it to Sam and Bucky to be silly with it. But occasionally the boys utilized it as a distraction and always the song had to be teasingly turned up when it played on the radio.

Or when it was an option at karaoke.

When in Rome, Sam figured. He spun around dramatically on the last lilting Ahhhh and made sure he was facing Bucky in time to sing, "And they come unstuck lately, running down to the riptide."

And Bucky picked up on the line he thought was just outrageously funny for him to sing. "Taken away to the dark side, I wanna be your left hand man."

And his stupid grin was infectious so Sam had to laugh through, "And I love you when you're singing that song.

"And I got a lump in my throat 'cause you're gonna sing the words wrong," Bucky finished, even though he was the one who made up lyrics all the time.

"There's this movie I think you'd like," Sam sang, aiming for conversational. Though he didn't quite get there. Not with the audience clapping and laughing. "This guy decides to quit his job and head to New York City."

"New York?" Bucky ad-libbed like he always did, like he had some claim on New York. "This cowboy's running from himself. And she's been living on the highest shelf." He pulled Sam close with tangled fingers and spun him around as they got through the vocalizations again.

They sang the chorus together. They were both lost in the song and the comfort that singing together provided. Other than the neon strobe-y lights, they might as well have been having an impromptu dance break from doing the laundry.

"I just wanna, I just wanna know if you're gonna, if you're gonna stay," Sam sang. He tried to ignore how earnest Bucky looked as he took a step closer. He was nodding and Sam wasn't sure he even knew he was.

"I just gotta, I just gotta know. I can't have, I can't have it any other way."

Sam tore himself away from Bucky's hold. "I swear she's destined for the screen," he sang emphatically. More emphatically than was necessary but there was just something about that bridge that called for dramatics.

"The closest thing to Michelle Pfeiffer that you've ever seen," Bucky sang just the same, stepping next to Sam again.

When Sarah's laugh cut through the din of the show, Sam had to look back over and found Bucky pointing her out with that terrible, horrible, no good, very best grin of his. The kind that said he may be joking but only a little. He did mostly mean it.

The first time he'd sung that line to Sam, he'd been absently stroking his thumb along Sam's cheekbone and since then, that was his go to reasoning that Sam was the closest thing to Michelle Pfeiffer that anyone had ever seen. Sam had laughed about the same way Sarah was now.

The crowd helped them sing out the rest of the choruses, only falling quieter on the last one. Sam and Bucky hushed too, took a second to catch their breaths, wandered back into each other's breathing space again.

"Lately, running down to the riptide, taken away to the dark side," Bucky sang, caught Sam's chin to lift his face

"I wanna be your left hand man. I love you, when you're singing that song. And I've got a lump in my throat 'cause you're gonna sing the words wrong."

"Yeah, I've got a lump in my throat 'cause you're gonna sing the words wrong," Bucky echoed. His heart was racing under Sam's hand, but his face was even and adoring, and he rested his forehead on Sam's for a split second. Then he was turning toward the audience and taking a deep, dramatic bow and tugging Sam along with him.

They jumped off the stage to applause and the MC already trying to find the next person on the call sheet. The boys were practically vibrating with contained laughter and excitement. Even Sarah was smirking while she pretended to be nonchalant.

"I think you've already gone viral," she teased.

"Which one of you signed us up and is never getting cookies again?" Bucky threatened emptily.

"Um, you had to sign yourself up!" Cass corrected. "You musta done it and just forgotten."

"You have a history of that, don't you?" Sarah teased. Which, hey, Sam was allowed to make those jokes, no one else.

But Bucky just laughed and leaned over to kiss Sarah's cheek. "Maybe I've forgotten that I signed you and me up for Ain't No Mountain High Enough."

"Wait, you'll sing soul music with her but not me?" Sam accused. "Cold blooded."

"I'm not getting up there," Sarah declared, literally wiping her hands of the idea. "But you guys missed some cute lion king moments earlier. AJ sang Just Can't Wait To Be King."

Bucky clutched at his chest as he sat down. "I need a video. Or an encore."

Sam sat beside him, wary and excited for a sudden sugar high induced encore from AJ. Bucky leaned into his side. His eyes were bright--he was close to a sugar high himself--and when he turned to look at Sam, it felt like a radiant spill of the universe settling on him.

"We should do this more often," Bucky said.

"Which part?" Sam asked.

"The part where you tell everyone you're my left hand man."

"That's so not how it went."

"That is so--"

Sam pulled Bucky close to kiss him quiet. It felt like running into the ocean on a warm day.

[tomionesmutfest2024]

Bingo Board 3 Blackout!

Hi everyone! Full disclosure there are many stories that could fit these prompts, but here are some options that fill the board to get blackout:

Prompts:

Role Reversal:

As I Lay Dying by princessoftheworlds

Summary:

Tom. The baby vampire one-tenth of her age. She cannot even bear to think about their kiss from last night. It had been pure lust at first. Then something genuine had started to leak into the kiss. Some tender affection, light and pure, had found a clutch on her blackened, dark heart, and she swore that, when there was a burst of warmth in the pit of her stomach, some tingling feeling almost like the clichéd butterflies, she was incapable of feeling such things. It was all too much, so she pulled away and caught a glimmer of hurt and disappointment in Tom’s eyes, something she was sure that he himself was unware of, before it was covered up by confusion. Immediately, that warm, tingly feeling evaporated For Tomione Day. Klaroline!AU

Teacher/Student:

Personal Preference by seollem

Summary:

Professor Riddle is pleased with his new protégé.

Marks/Hickey:

It Comes With the Teething by yuwoo

Summary:

He's just bent over and said something he can't remember in the moment—something genial, something congruous with his reputation—when the girl rolls back on her heels and he inhales her hair. He almost doubles over as he spits. An A/B/O fic where Tom has a drooling problem.

Car Sex:

(Okay, the sex doesn't happen in the car, but this is still so wonderful!)

Neon Roads by quinault

Summary:

A mysterious stranger, a hijacked car and a night that promises to end badly. [Inspired by Drive (2011) and Mr. Robot]

Alpha/Omega:

A Dildo a Day by mrsren

Summary:

Hermione Granger is in heat. As resourceful as she is, she knows just how to get herself through another heat cycle. What she hadn't planned on was accidentally moaning the Head Boy's name where he could hear her.

Pregnant Sex:

Raging by Solnyshko (ivyandcarnation)

Summary:

Despite being married to her husband, Hermione Granger has an affair with Tom Riddle. Prompt: Affair Written for the 2018 Tomione SmutFest.

Roleplay:

Bargaining Chips by nauticalparamour

Summary:

When Hermione gets caught trying to steal documents from the Death Eaters, the Order won't negotiate to get her back. Tom Riddle wonders if there is anything else she can offer him for her freedom.

Loss of Virginity:

Classroom Delights by Halliwell19

Summary:

When Hermione Granger mouths off to Professor Riddle, she needs to be taught a lesson. Who knew detention could be so sexy?

Praise Kick:

Rags to Riches by excludednarrative

Summary:

Tom Riddle lives a quiet and undisturbed life in the heart of London. That is, until he gets a new roommate - Hermione Granger, a fresh young lawyer who's much too smart for her own good. And despite his resistance, despite every attempt to keep things in his life the same, she very quickly and all too easily unravels him.

Wet Dreams:

Invite Me In by devdevlin

Summary:

Hermione's been having some of the strangest dreams about her ex, lately... Written in response to the 'Vampire AU' prompt for the Tomione Smut Fest 2020

Height Difference:

Everything by witchywrites (Anianeme)

Summary:

Romance is real, and it exists in short Tomione one shots that mention height and realisation of feelings.

Orgasm Denial:

Sin Bin by seollem

Summary:

Hermione Granger just wants to enjoy a training retreat in the Swiss Alps and pass her figure skating qualifiers. If only the hockey team weren't so distracting.

Free Space:

Shared Flame by LadyMiya

Summary:

It all started when two normally clever individuals both had a really lousy day.

Sex Toys:

In the throne room by A_LoveUnlaced, emotionalsupporthufflepuff

Summary:

Hermione puts on a little show for her husband.

Fingering:

Against the Wall with ... Tom Riddle by Laurielove

Summary:

Hermione has been sent back to the year 1949 to retrieve a dark artefact from Borgin and Burkes. But it isn't just the object which entices her back in time. Curiosity leads to an encounter even she hadn't imagined. Hermione/Tom Riddle. Explicit, desperate, revelatory and dirty. A quick Tomione encounter, short on the build-up but heavy on the emotive erotica. (Part of the 'Against the Wall with ...' series in which Hermione enjoys varied encounters with various people against a variety of walls. Others posted previously elsewhere but will be added here soon.)

Aphrodisiac:

(I'm cheating by just using a story that has known aphrodisiac in it)

Medium Mocha Double Chocolate Extra Whip Frozen Macchiacino by Elychia

Summary:

Without thinking, Hermione grabbed the arm of the person behind her. “Sorry darling." She said to the stranger she was now clinging to, “I was so caught up, I forgot about the line.” She turned back to Ron, a patronizing smile on her face. “Actually Ron, I’m already seeing someone.” She pulled on the arm in her grasp, tugging the stranger closer. “This is my boyfriend."

Mutual Masturbation:

Wandlore by Ciule

Summary:

Oh, the locket whispered to her too, not only the boys, telling her all kinds of tales, and it had even suggested a ludicrous idea, that she’d take the Horcrux to Voldemort, getting a reward beyond all measure. Hermione had only snorted, but that idea had set her mind on a new path, with a bold, brilliant idea that could change the war, if only executed right. And … when did she ever fail? This would work, she was positive. She, the Brightest Witch of Her Age, could do this, which no other man or woman would attempt.

Hate Sex:

I Did Something Bad by charingfae

Summary:

Tom does the crossword. Hermione’s not sure why this discombobulates her so much. But the image of Tom at the breakfast table, scribbling away (in ink, of course) over an orange slice and coffee is antithetical to everything she knows about him. Genocidal dictators don’t do crossword puzzles. Although he’s not a genocidal dictator yet. And that feels like an important distinction. --- Or, Hermione time travels to cut off Tom's Horcruxes at the source, only to tumble headfirst into an accidental soul bond with the Dark Lord himself.

Wax Play:

Detention by WildKitsune

Summary:

Hermione gets detention, and it isn’t even Harry’s fault. She must spend the time alone with her least favorite professor; Riddle. It seems the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher has been planning her punishment for quite some time.

Head Girl/Head Boy:

Fragrance by Siberia_M

Summary:

Perfect Head boy Tom Riddle is asked to brew Amortentia for Professor Slughorn's next class. He never imagined he would feel a fragrance on the potion's vapors, nor he thought he would turn quite addicted to it.

Library Sex:

Restricted Section by mrsren

Summary:

Prompt: Best friends, library, makeup sex and Tomione.

Soulmates:

What Do You Believe? by mrsren

Summary:

In the fall of her seventh year, the mark appears on her inner thigh, but Hermione's not one to believe in something as frivolous as soulmates. While she doesn't look for her soulmate, she never expects for him to find her.

Choking:

gloss by peppershark

Summary:

"Hermione.” That low, effortless bass thrums in her ear. Coaxing. Sweet as novocaine. “I wanted to explain.” Her glossy lips peel into a sneer. “Fuck off.” A high-school stalker AU set in the 2000s: heavy on possessive!Tom, dark romance

Love Spell/Potion:

Destiny by fundamentalnsfw (fundamentalBlue)

Summary:

She was a dab hand at everything she touched, better than the boys in a way that wasn’t at all appropriate. Yet, because it was never enough, and her accomplishments were treated as though they were qualifications for impending nuptials with some as-yet named wizard, she longed to be seen on the basis of her talents alone. Even though that pedestal was high. Higher than all the accomplishments of her family and then some.

Tentacles:

Love isn't kind by fundamentalnsfw (fundamentalBlue)

Summary:

Prompt for tentacles. Not beta'd.

[ko-fanatic]

FANFIC MASTERPOST

ARCANE: LEAGUE OF LEGENDS

Leave All Your Love And Your Longing Behind

Jayce gets spat out by the Arcane, again, after all was said and done. All he knows is that he needs to find Viktor. Things here are… very different. Part one Part two

HETALIA

Oh My Savage Empire (How Lucky We Are)

Wales throughout the millennia learns one thing: He is beautiful. Over, and over, and over again. It starts with Rome, and gets volleyed from country to country until it all fizzles out once again. He just wants peace. Part one

MY HERO ACADEMIA

Perfection

Touya is a ballerino in training at one of the country’s most prestigious schools. Keigo is a hockey player and scholarship student who’s somehow managed to barge into Touya’s life and make him care about him. But that’s fine, they’re good for each other, always pushing to improve their grades and get better at their sports. They just have to analyse a novel that Touya can’t actually stand, but that’s fine. Touya Todoroki is his own person, after all, not some character to be analysed. Part one Part two

DANGANRONPA

Are You Going To Destroy It?

Ishimaru is supposed to be perfect. He gets perfect grades, enforces the rules as hall monitor, and then goes home to care for his ailing grandfather while his father works long hours to support the three of them. But the simple fact is he’s not perfect, and everything is unravelling his mental state more and more. Being forced to care for the man who ruined his life isn’t helping. Part one

Blood, Guts And Chocolate Cake

Mondo Owada, the Ultimate Bodyguard, is entering a four year contract with one Kiyotaka Ishimaru, the Ultimate Idol. It makes sense, two Ultimates put together for their high school careers, and he could use the steady pay check to send home to Daiya; those medical bills were a bitch, and it was his fault the accident happened in the first place. It was supposed to be easy, guard the cutesy, clean-cut idol from perverts and stalkers, no big deal! However, the world’s perception of Kiyotaka Ishimaru was far different than what the young idol had become. During the first few months before even stepping into Hope’s Peak, he’s more worried for the young boy than he’s ever been for anyone before. Part one Part two Part three

Ouran High School Host Club

A Lilac Rose

Kyo should have expected that her coming out as a trans girl would lead to her friends dragging her on a shopping trip to get new clothes. It was the kind of excitable chaos that was perfectly on-brand for the host club! Still, it’d help if her boyfriend wasn’t actively egging some members on, but that was Kaoru Hitachiin for you. Part one

A Young Ootori’s Notebook

A Young Doctor’s Notebook AU “There’s more than enough to convict you, you know…” Haruhi began, a solemn, regretful look on her face. “That book is decades old,” He waved away, a dry laugh in his voice, “It’s rather sad, if you ask me. The only evidence they’ve collected is a few prescription slips and an old notebook of a dewy eyed, bushy tailed student…“ Part one Part two Part three Part four

Apathetic Consumption

“It’s odd, Tamaki thinks, to be hungry but not wanting to eat.” Tamaki has a bad habit of restricting his meals when things get unduly stressful. Like his life in general, for instance; things can never be easy for him, can they? Part one

Are You Sure This Isn’t The Black Magic Club?

There was always something strange about the host club. Haruhi thinks that learning her friendship group is made up of a werewolf, a witch who can turn himself into a cat, two faeries, a Kitsune and a Brownie/Boggart should be top of the list of weird things in her life. … Honestly, at this point, it barely breaches the top ten… Part one Part two Part three

Atone 

Self-punishment, Mori finds, is the best form of atonement. One-shot

Bad Things Happen Bingo

Depressingly Surreal series: Part one | Forced Feeding Part two | Forced to Beg Part three | Attempted Rape Part four | Amputation Part five | Dragging Themselves Along The Ground One-shots: Hidden Scar

Blue Blood Tastes The Same

Tokyo Ghoul AU The smell of “Commoner’s” coffee and blood hung in the air, and Haruhi considered her position. She’d never really considered herself as weak before, but now… She was like prey. One day, Tamaki would decide to eat her, and there was nothing she could do about it… Right? Honestly, she doesn’t know why he doesn’t just get it over with… Part one Part two Part three Part four Horrifying Martyrdom (connected one-shot)

Busy Hands series 

He has to keep writing, in black ink on white paper. He has to keep his hands busy. Kyoya’s OCD tics are acting up, worse than they’ve been for years, but if everyone could just get off his back, then he could just ride it out and get back to status quo.  … Yeah, that’s not happening.  Part one Part two Part three Part four Part five

Colours series

You wake up, the colour fades, and it’s all back to grey. Like it was. History repeats itself, you suppose. Kyoya deals (or, more accurately doesn’t deal) with his depression. Part one Part two Part three Part four Part five Part six Part seven Part eight

Life is a Cabaret

Cabaret AU “There was a cabaret, and there was a master of ceremonies, and there was a city called Berlin in a country called Germany… and it was the end of the world. I was dancing with Kyoya Ootori, and we were both fast asleep…” - Kaoru Kelly-Hitachiin, 1931 Part one

Paint on the Wall

Tumblr artist AU Paint away the pain. He’ll draw himself suffering so that he doesn’t inflict it on himself in real life. He’ll rip his guts out on the page so he won’t really split himself open with the kitchen knife. That didn’t really work out though… Did it? Part one Part two Part three

Please Eat, Kyoya

Pretty An Ootori is supposed to be controlled, but Kyoya liked the thrill of the unpredictable, the uncontrollable. This gave him a taste of both, and a host had to be pretty, right? Part one Part two Part three Part four Part five Part six Part seven Sickly Because these things come to a head, eventually. You can only hurt yourself for so long before something breaks - but a phoenix rises from the ashes… Right? Part one Part two

Rotten Palaces

Crimson Peak AU Kyoya Ootori, throughout his life, knew one thing for definite: Ghosts were real. Part one Part two

To Be A Princess

Princess Jellyfish AU “Tokyo seemed to be a land full of princesses. Every time he entered some new street, beautiful girls wore their own princess dresses, smiling and radiant with joy. It was inspiring, intoxicating, and he… was jealous. Sure, boys could be princes, but… It wasn’t the same. Princes weren’t the ones who caught eyes with pearls, diamonds and the tulle that would float and glide as if enchanted…” Kyoya finally meets the prince to their princess. Part one Part two

[swissboyhisch]

My Princess

Pairing: Andrei Svechnikov x Princess!Reader

Summary: Being the Princess of Australia has its perks. Like being able to bring your best friend's sport to your country letting you reunite with your favourite person in the world.

Word Count: 2233

Warnings: Royalty AU, slight mention of alcohol (I think, tbh I can't remember)

A/N: This is for one of my favs @mp0625's Birthday Bingo. Sorry it's a little late but I kind of got away with this fic. I really hope you enjoy this because I enjoyed writing it! I hope you had an amazing birthday <3

My choice of five bingo boxes were (middle column):

Fan of another sport

Royalty AU

Free Square (Choice - Reuniting)

Childhood Friends

It’s raining (men)

I really hope you enjoy this! I'm really happy how this turned out :)

*after posting this and getting some anons, I just want to state I KNOW Australia have an ice hockey league. I am from Australia. I follow the two leagues, I go to games, I have jerseys. Just because it isn’t mentioned doesn’t mean I don’t know. This is an AU based around the Global series. Which did happen and was the coyotes vs kings which I WENT to IN PERSON. You don’t have to send me anons. I get it*

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Being the Princess of Australia was pretty amazing. You got to travel the world with your mother and older brother, meet amazing people (and not-so-amazing ones). You got nice clothes and did things many others your age couldn’t. You and your family were loved by the people of Australia.

When you were a kid, you had a trip to Russia. Your parents were on a political visit, and you had to go along with them. This is one of your favourite memories from childhood. Your family was shown around Moscow, and you accidentally bumped into a boy not much older than you on the street. While your parents were busy talking to other adults, you and the boy, who introduced himself as Andrei, talked and ran around together. When it was time to go, you begged your parents to ask if the pair of you could write to each other.

As you both grew up, the letters turned into emails, then messages, calls, and FaceTimes whenever the time zones allowed it. Even once he moved to Michigan for hockey, you talked whenever you could.

One of the perks of being part of the Royal family was having a say in which events came to Perth. When whispers of the NHL bringing the Global Series to Australia started, you advocated for Perth to be the city of choice. When you turned up to the meeting in Melbourne with the NHL officials, you mentioned how much you liked hockey and that Perth would show the NHL a good time. The first green light was for Perth to host the weekend event.

Your mother thought this would be a good event for you to take charge of since you were so passionate about hockey—your second passion after AFL, of course (not that you’d tell Andrei that). You took charge of organising everything for the event with the help of the city’s major event organisers.

Through the journey of organising the weekend, you advocated for the Carolina Hurricanes to be one of the teams. If the Canes were the main choice, then the most exciting game would be against the New York Rangers. The more intense a rivalry, the more likely people would be enticed to watch a sport they’d never seen.

You still remember the call with Andrei when you got the confirmation about the teams being the Canes and the Rangers. It was after dinner when you FaceTimed Andrei, who was in New York for a game.

“How’s it going, Princess?” Andrei grinned when he answered the call.

You were bouncing off the walls of your apartment in the palace. He could see you beaming. “It’s confirmed!”

“What’s confirmed?”

“You’re coming to Perth!” you squealed.

Andrei was confused. “I’m what?”

“The Global Series is coming to Perth,” you elaborated, “and the Canes are one of the teams.”

“I’m going to see you?!” Andrei asked, tears welling up as it had been a year since you had seen each other. The last time was the All-Star game when you flew out to support him. “Oh my god, I can’t wait! When?”

“September,” you answered.

“That’s like six months away!”

When the week finally arrived, you were ecstatic. Only all the years of Royalty training could mask the happiness you felt. You and your personnel were tucked away out of sight unless you were walking in from a specific plane—the one carrying all the hockey players and staff. One by one, the familiar faces of the Canes passed by where you were standing.

“Hello, Your Highness,” Aho grinned when he recognized you standing by the exit of the tunnel.

You laughed at the boy, “Hi Fishy, how are you?”

“Better now that Svech will stop bouncing,” he replied, standing near you facing his teammates coming out, waiting for his teammate. “Look who’s coming.”

Lifting yourself on your tiptoes to see over the other six-foot-plus player, you spied the familiar Russian, bouncing foot to foot in excitement.

“Gee, Princess,” Mickey, one of your guards, laughed.

As soon as Andrei got within reaching distance, you ran for him, launching yourself at him. The two of you were wrapped up in each other, both with tears running down your faces.

“I’ve missed you, Princess,” Andrei whispered.

“I missed you too.”

You tagged along with the teams to their hotel, one of the best in the city. Your mother had decided to host the teams at one of your family’s favourite restaurants, a rooftop bar overlooking the gorgeous Scarborough Beach. You had a change of clothes in the car, knowing you’d be going from one place to another without returning to the palace.

“I still can’t believe you’re here,” Andrei grinned as he watched you come out of the bathroom.

“You mean you’re here,” you smirked as you slipped in your earrings once more.

Andrei travelled with you and your security from the hotel to the restaurant. The rest of the team and staff took a bus. Your mother, older brother, and his long-term girlfriend would meet you at the restaurant, which was hired out for the night.

“How’s your family?” Andrei asked as you both stepped out of the car after one of the guards.

“You’ll see them in a sec,” you laughed, intertwining your fingers with his.

The pair beat the buses to the restaurant, so they went up to meet your mom and brother. Your security stayed by the entrance as there was already security posted around the restaurant.

“Andrei Svechnikov,” your mom smiled when she saw you two nearing. “It’s lovely to see you thriving in the league.”

“Your Majesty,” Andrei grinned, bowing and knowing the protocols.

“We’ve missed you around here,” your mom admitted.

Your brother stepped up, cutting in, “Some more than others.”

You made sure to lean over and hit him. Not the first time and definitely won’t be the last with his history of smart comments. “Shut it.”

The elevator dinged, and in walked the coaching staff and players of the two NHL teams. Each of them greeted your family before everyone mingled.

“How have you been?” you asked Seb as he and Jarvis stood with you and Andrei in the garden smoking area. No one was smoking, but it was a nice little seating area.

“Good,” both boys replied.

Water started to rain down on you guys where you sat. Seb and Jarvis raced to go inside out of the shower. You just laughed, looking at Andrei who was already looking at you. Just like the moment in every romance movie, Andrei leaned in, pressing his lips to yours in the rain. As his arms slipped around your waist, yours slipped around his neck, pulling him closer.

“Get out from the sprinklers,” your mother shouted with a large smile on her face.

You pulled away and looked up at the clear skies. The bloody sprinklers in the garden had decided to turn on while you were sitting there. You and Andrei laughed as you moved to step out of the garden area.

“I’m so sorry, Your Highness,” a worker apologized as she handed both of you a towel to dry off with.

“It’s no issue,” you laughed, your eyes not leaving the grinning Russian beside you.

The pair of you didn’t part throughout dinner. The table you were at was filled with Andrei, his favourite boys, and their partners. You were glowing with happiness, and so was Andrei. His friends were happy to see the friendship blossom into something more.

“I don’t know if you have been told,” your mother started, standing from her seat with the coaching staff, “but on Friday evening, I got three boxes, including the royal box, at the AFL game tomorrow. It’s Eagles vs. Dockers, which is a big game. It’s called the Derby.”

“It’s the equivalent to a Rangers versus Islanders game or the Oilers versus Flames,” you elaborated for the players who had no clue about the sport.

The week was spent with Andrei, attending practices and hanging out with your best friend. If he had enough time, he’d come to your apartment in the palace. It wasn’t just Andrei either; sometimes you and Andrei would take the others and partners out around the city. You got to play host and tour guide around your home city.

Friday night came around, and you dressed up like you usually do for football: jeans, a cute top with a coat, and an Eagles scarf to finish the outfit. You had brought your clothes to the hotel to get ready with Andrei. The two teams had taken sides. Canes were supporting West Coast like you. Rangers were supporting Fremantle like your brother and his girlfriend.

“You look excited,” Andrei grinned as you and the group arrived at the royal box at Optus Stadium.

“I love watching the footy!” you grinned, waving at fans standing below the box.

In the royal box were you, Andrei and his close friends and partners, your mother, and security. Your brother and his girlfriend were with the Rangers as they were cheering on Fremantle. You and the group were excited for the centre bounce. Of course, the group was going through the media as it was a big deal with the NHL teams in the city.

“Your Highness, are you ready to go down to do the coin flip?”

“Of course,” you smiled at the worker.

You, Andrei, your brother, and Trouba followed the worker down to the oval. Your brother would do this week’s coin toss as you did the previous derby. The four of you, two supporters of each team. Oscar Allen and Alex Pearce both bowed to the royals, then shook hands with the four of you.

“Lovely to see you again, Oscar,” you grinned as you hugged the captain.

“You as well, Your Highness,” the blonde chuckled.

After the coin toss, which the Eagles won, they chose the way they were kicking first before the royal party was escorted back to the boxes to watch the game. As the group walked past the Eagles huddle, Harley Reid peeled away from the group for a second to fist bump the Princess as she walked by.

“Good luck, Harley,” you called as he ran back.

Harley waved back, a wide grin on the rookie's face, “We’ve got this.”

Andrei was confused at the interaction but knew you were friendly with all the players on the team. “Who’s that?”

“That is Harley Reid,” you answered. “He was the number one draft pick last year. He’s changed the mood on the team greatly. Great dude.”

As you and Andrei settled back in the suite, you cuddled into Andrei’s side. It was kind of chilly but nothing too crazy. The boys threw questions at you about the game. Who’s this player? What’s that move? What is the ref calling?

“What does it mean when they kick it between the posts?” Aho asked as the Eagles scored the first goal of the game.

You laughed at the question after you finished cheering. “It’s a goal, worth six points. Between the inner and outer posts on each side is a behind, worth only a point.”

The game went by with lots of cheering from the Canes and yourself. The game took off with an exciting start. The Eagles kept the lead through all four quarters. Sure, the Dockers came close, but the Eagles took off in the last quarter. The satisfaction of singing the winning song was incredible, and all the boys enjoyed it.

The next big event was the first game of the Global Series in Perth. You traveled with the Canes to the stadium while your family would meet you there just before the game. It was agreed that you and your brother would both do the puck drop. He said he’d wear the Rangers jersey to allow you to wear the Canes jersey of your upgraded best friend.

“This will be you and the Canes families’ suite, Your Highness,” a worker stated as you were shown where you’d sit for the game.

As much as you wished to sit in the front row to watch your boyfriend, you couldn’t. It was too high risk for security. So instead, you were in the suite with the girlfriends of the Canes, which you guess you were now a part of.

“Hey sweetheart,” Brent Burns’ wife greeted you with their two kids.

After spending so long with the team and families, you had told them to just call you by your name. And like normal, nicknames were created. Andrei always called you Princess. The team called you Your Highness. The older women in the families called you sweetheart.

The game was intense, and the girls were energetic. You were on your feet every time the boys scored. The girls were right there beside you as well. The first thing you all did after the game was head down to where the makeshift change rooms were.

“There she is,” Andrei grinned when he came off the ice after the photos were taken.

You smiled and wrapped your arms around the giant hockey player. “Wow, it’s like you’re taller on skates.”

“I wonder,” he laughed, pulling you closer.

“Congrats on the hatty, Mr. Sweaty.”

Andrei chuckled, leaning down and pressing a kiss to your lips, “With my good luck charm watching me and cheering me on, always, My Princess.”

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[psychic-refugee]

Wenvier Bingo: Skating

Wednesday finally managed to run away.

Her opportunity came during a snowstorm that distracted the entire Normie town of Westfield, New Jersey and all classes at Nancy Reagan High were canceled for the week.

She made her way through the border and towards the woods of Canada. She wanted to run away to the most remote place she could think of and spend her days in solitude so she could read and write to her little black heart’s content.

Her parents constantly ignored her desire for privacy, they didn’t seem to understand that Normie highschool was pure torture and that she couldn’t stand it for another minute. While they were busy trying to think of ways of frustrating her efforts or tempt her into staying, she was busy perfecting her plan.

She was able to purchase a remote cabin in the remote woods of Jericho, Ontario. It was a lovely, winterized cabin that was totally offgrid and self-sufficient with a well, water tanks, wood stove, fireplace, solar panels, and with money she embezzled from her trust fund and allowance, was totally renovated for her comfort.

She doubted her parents would ever find her as it would simply be another real estate investment amongst many in their portfolio, and she was careful to cover her tracks.

The cabin was on a lake with a Normie town right across the water. If she wanted food, she could order and have it delivered in two-week increments.

When she got to the cabin, she kicked her feet at the doorframe to get the snow off her boots, and she did her rare smile at how perfect it was.

She enjoyed days filled with reading by the fireplace, heating coffee on the wood stove, and having several hours of quiet time when all that could be heard was the crackling of the fire and her typing.

Soon that peaceful solitude was invaded by the sound of skates on the frozen lake and a hockey stick hitting a puck.

She went to the window that overlooked the lake, and she saw a tall teen her age practicing hockey. It seemed that she wasn’t the only one who preferred solitude, as he was on the more remote part of the lake and the furthest he could get away from town.

Xavier hated Jericho with every inch of his being, and he couldn’t wait to escape when he graduated from high school. He was the star player on the Jericho hockey team, he knew it didn’t mean much since they were in a small Podunk town that only played other small Podunk towns.

He only had a chance at a scholarship if he practiced and played as if he were a player from a bigger city.

The town loved hockey, but most thought it was foolish of him to think he could do it professionally. Everyone who was born and grew up in Jericho, stayed in Jericho until they died.

That was his worst nightmare.

He went to practice as he always did but was surprised to see that the cabin along the lake was lit up and smoke came from the chimney. He knew that it had been renovated and in such a small town, it was considered juicy gossip.

He idly wondered who occupied the cabin as he tied up his skates, but moved onto practicing his shots and defensive moves.

This went on for a couple of days, he would come to the lake before classes and after school on days there wasn’t practice or a game and would run his drills.

The town was just as curious and they gossiped about the food they delivered, but still no one saw who lived there.

One day, the cabin occupant had ventured out onto her porch, and he was surprised to see it was a girl his age. She had a hot cup of coffee in her hands and dressed in fewer layers than he thought any sane person would wear in the middle of a Canadian winter.

She didn’t seem bothered as she drank her coffee and watched him play.

Wednesday was curious about the boy on the lake, even more so when he opted to ignore her and keep practicing. Most would at least introduce themselves and try to pry into why a 16-year-old girl was there by herself.

In her curiosity, she ordered herself a spy glass to get a closer look without him realizing and found herself rather inspired by his green eyes and determination as he practiced. She could relate to throwing herself into her passions.

It also helped that he was rather handsome with his strong jawline and full lips.

She found herself getting rather frustrated when all the boy would do was come to the lake, skate, then leave. It was probably the first time in her life that she wanted someone to come speak with her.

Wednesday decided that she had enough of writing and reading for a while, even she could get bored of her favourite past times eventually, or at least need a break.

She did own a lakeside property, and she thought she ought to enjoy other amenities. She ordered herself a pair of simple white skates and ventured down when she knew he was there.

She found herself regretting her hubris, and while she knew she was talented in many things, it was becoming apparent that skating was not one of them.

She was awkward as a newborn dear on the ice and couldn’t quite find her balance. She had fallen a few times and was tempted to simply leave to preserve what was left of her pride.

Xavier was not one to leave anyone stranded and had gracefully skated by and offered his stick to help her balance. She took it gratefully and was not shy in her appraising eyes as she looked him up and down.

Jericho was a small town, but he was convinced this was the most beautiful girl in the world.

There were some ridiculous rumours going around that she was a witch, but he didn’t care. Even when she offered him to come inside for hot chocolate, he thought falling into a witch’s trap with her mesmerizing dark eyes was understandable.

Thankfully, she actually provided hot chocolate and he was instantly enamored with her story.

“You could run away anywhere, and you chose Jericho?” he questioned her taste in towns but admired her independence and ferocity in going after what she wanted.

“It’s a remote town with just enough civilization to make me comfortable,” she explained with a small smile as they enjoyed their beverages by the fire. “No one has bothered me. They drop off the food and leave me be, what else could I want?”

“I guess if I didn’t have to deal with anyone from town, I’d find Jericho much more tolerable.”

She laughed and was starting to think of a character to aide Viper de la Muerte that was tall and had an endearing Canadian accent.

Xavier still practiced on the lake, but he added spending time with Wednesday to his routine.

She learned to skate under his tutelage and his father never seemed to notice when he didn’t come home because he was spending the night at Wednesday’s cabin. She liked to joke that he helped save her on heating costs as they kept each other warm each night.

He didn’t bother telling anyone he had a girlfriend, but people figured it out when she would come to his games and cheer him on.

Soon their passionate nights caught up to them and Wednesday decided it was time to go back to New Jersey.

She had finished a few novels, read through all the books she wanted, and was coming home with a swollen belly.

It wasn’t the way Xavier thought he would get out of Jericho, but Morticia and Gomez Addams had welcomed him with open arms and Reagan High did have an excellent hockey team.

As a wedding present before the baby was about to come, her parents gifted her a replica of the Jericho cabin on their estate. They promised that she could spend all the time she wanted there without their interference and they’d support her doing online learning in order to graduate high school.

Several years later he was a center for the New Jersey Devils, he stood proudly in front of the Stanley cup with Wednesday, now a world-famous author, and his daughters Belladonna and Larkspur with a third on the way, a boy they would name Aconite.

Card under cut

And that's bingo!

[mp0625]

Ross Colton X Reader

For @cellythefloshie Birthday bingo I had so much fun writing it!!!!!!! Sending so many hugs❤️❤️!! Hope your day is awesome!!!!!!

The column I did is outlined in green.

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When you were born a small mark appeared on your arm the mark of your soulmate, and it only grew from there…

You had been friends with the Colton’s since you were a child and being two years younger than Ross led to many adventures and getting into trouble together. Going to both hockey and baseball games all throughout out high school. And when he was drafted by the Lightning you were sitting there right next to him and you got the biggest hug.

When you moved to Colorado to be an assistant physical therapist, after he was drafted was a sad day as the both of you went your separate ways. 

When the trade was announced that Ross would be coming to Colorado, you immediately called him seeing if you would be able to restore your relationship. After the first ring..

“I see you’re coming to Colorado“ you say right after he picks up.

“Yeah, baby I am,” he answers right back, there it is your old nickname.

“Are you mad at me for not staying in touch?”

“I could never be mad at you!” He said firmly.

“I guess I’ll see you in September“ you say after a pause.

The two of you text nonstop for hours every day even know there was a two hour time difference between the two of you. And slowly something blossomed that was always there. 

When September rolled around you were the one to pick him up from the airport and you gave him a stern warning.

“Do not do any thing stupid at Ball arena that might link us I don’t want to lose my job for fraternizing with a player.” after you finish he raises his hands in surrender.

Before the first home game you go into the locker room and give him a kiss on the cheek for good luck causing all the boys to start cheering and saying “oooo” and giving him pats on the back.

After coming down the tunnel from scoring his 50th goal and the first Hat trick of the season. You run into his arms. Giving him a big hug and kiss on the cheek.

You whisper in his ear “I love you”

He replies “I love you to” “It’s always been you” “Who I love”

“Wait your my soulmate…”

“Yeah” he said rolling up his sleeve and his pads to show his soul mark and it says ”Hi! I’m Y/n do you know how to play street hockey?”

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Thank you Celly for answering all my questions about Ross

Happy Birthday Celly!!!!!!!

[fourdiagnosesinatrenchcoat]

Do you have some queer book recommendations, then? Regarding the recent post?

OH BOY DO I!

I'm a professional bookseller and try to get paid for my opinions but let's be honest, when someone asks for queer book recs you are going to struggle to shut me up two hours later

Amateur by Thomas Page McBee

This transcendent memoir chronicles the author's experience training to fight in a charity boxing match as an absolute novice--and by extension his exploration of masculinity as a transgender man. Beautiful writing about what it means to be a man in 21st-century America.

Bingo Love by Tee Franklin et al

Bingo Love made me cry on an Amtrak train. It's a wonderful romance about two women who fall in love as teenagers, but are separated by their families, only to come into each other's lives again when they are grandmothers.

The Rules do Not Apply by Ariel Levy

Ariel Levy's blistering memoir is a beautiful piece of writing that centers around a time of her life that can only be described as devastating. Perhaps it is her journalistic training that keeps this story from feeling sentimental. I loved every word.

The Manor House Governess:A Novel by C A Castle

This is a modern queer take on Jane Eyre (which was never really my thing -- Heathcliff rules, Rochester drools) in which a gender queer young person takes a job as essentially a governess for the daughter of a wealthy British landholder. The household is full of mystery, including the girl's brooding older brother who our hero is undeniably drawn to.

Written on the Body by Jeanette Winterson

I've read this book so many times.

The reader never learns the gender of the narrator of this love story--which would feel like a gimmick in the hands of a lesser writer. Winterson uses the premise to explore the nature of love and self.

The Magic Fish (A Graphic Novel) by Trung Le Nguyen

This is a gorgeous coming of age story, full of art nouveau-esque illustration, fairy tales, immigrant longing and struggles, and young queer hearts just pulsing with life.

You Should See Me in a Crown by Leah Johnson

**read this one when you need the same feeling as you got from Red White and Royal Blue but with a little less sex**

This book charmed my pants off. Liz is a wonderful, memorable heroine, with a lot of obstacles in her way, but that doesn't stop her from finding her path forward. I laughed, I cried, I didn't want it to end.

Check, Please! Book 1 by Ngozi Ukazu

**read this when you need the same feeling you got from Heartstopper but with a little more sex**

You don't HAVE to love ice hockey to be totally charmed by Eric "Bitty" Bittle, the newest member of Samwell University's men's hockey team, and by Jack Zimmerman, the team's moody, stern, and totally gorgeous captain. Along with Book 2, presented here are Bitty's 4 years as a college hockey player, and the lessons he learns about life--and himself--in that time.

Outlawed by Anna North

A gender-bent, feminist, alternate universe Butch Cassidy & the Sundance Kid retelling, set in a world where the fledgling United States was decimated by a flu epidemic in the early 1800s. The remaining colonizer population is dedicated wholeheartedly to fertility and childbearing, so women (like Ada, our heroine) who cannot bear healthy babies are sent off to convents at best, or tried as witches at worst. She teams up with the Hole-in-the-Wall Gang, and her adventures begin.

The Space Between Worlds by Micaiah Johnson

High-brow science fiction that takes on issues of class (& related issues of race), corporate power, and personal identity.

Freshwater by Akwaeke Emezi

A novel like none I've ever read before. Emezi drew from their own experiences for this narrative about self and power and sex, integrated with Nigerian folklore.

Mortal Follies: A Novel by Alexis Hall

A lesbian Regency romance narrated by Puck from A Midsummer Night's Dream? Yes please! A sexy, fun, fantastical tale that's kicked off with the protagonist falling under a curse that promises ever increasing scandal and danger.

The Jasmine Throne by Tasha Suri

A lush, thrilling sapphic fantasy set in an Indian inspired world full of dangerous magic and even more dangerous politics.

Mrs. S by K Patrick

Mrs S is gorgeous and casually devastating, a sexy slow burn obsessive forbidden queer love story. Every note is exactly right.

I'm stopping there cuz it's late and I've had a day but this is just pulling a fraction of the titles on my staff picks list.