#hockey boy bingo

[awhitehead17]

Perfectly Imperfect

TimKon, Sports AU, Skater Boi Tim, Hockey Player Kon, Injuries, Hurt, Comfort, Soft Boyfriends, Established Relationship.

Summary: The whole situation is ridiculous. If getting a tooth knocked out this early in their relationship is the start, then Tim has no idea what is instore for his future as he continues to date a professional hockey player. Undoubtedly it’ll include a lot of TLC, it’s a good thing he’s willing to provide that particular service for his boyfriend then isn’t it.

A/N: This is for my 'Tooth Knocked Out' square on my Bad Things Happen Bingo Card. This is also a sort of sequel to Hey Gorgeous. You don't need to read that to understand this!

Enjoy! :D

Tim wasn’t there when it happened. Which is probably for the best however that doesn’t mean finding out over a phone call hours later is any better.

His phone rings as he’s taking a breather. He’s currently at practice, surrounded by his team and coaches, working on new routines and new tricks in preparation for the next competition. Going to answer the call Tim frowns at the caller and ID and worry hits him like a truck. This person only ever calls if it’s bad.

“What’s happened?” Tim demands immediately. He walks away from his coach with his skateboard in his free hand and stands to the side for the idea of privacy.

A nervous laugh sounds through the speaker and Tim grits his teeth. “Hey Tim, how’s it going dude?”

He isn’t amused. “Sparks, you better tell me right now what’s happened or else-” he doesn’t get to finish his threat as Sparks wisely interrupts him.

“Okay! Okay, so don’t panic.” Tim sighs, nothing good ever follows those words. “He’s fine – well as fine as can be, but on the most part he’s okay.”

“That tells me fuck all Sparks. What’s happened to Kon?”

There's a pause and Tim blinks when a scuffling noise comes over the speaker followed by a new voice. “Tim, I swear he’s fine, although he may have lost a tooth. There was a lot blood. But he’s genuinely fine.”

Tim’s brain short circuits. He didn’t hear that right did he? Did Pads just tell him his boyfriend has lost a tooth during the game that night?

“Come again?” He speaks into the phone.

“Yeah Kent’s lost a tooth and has a wicked bruise all along his jaw but he’s awake and conscious, we’re on our way to his apartment now. Are you there?”

Tim has to take a moment to breathe. Then he takes another to stop himself from freaking out. His heart is going wild in his chest and he can only imagine what Kon has gone through and what he currently looks like.

“Tim?”

Shaking his head Tim puts his attention back on the phone his hand. “Yeah, I’ll head there now. I’m at practice so I’m not far.”

“Alright see you soon then.”

The call disconnects and Tim just stares at it. Of all of the things….

He knew what he was getting into when he started dating Kon. Injuries and other mishaps were just part of the sport Kon plays, hell even his own sport comes with similar risks, however he was not prepared enough for what really could happen to his boyfriend when playing hockey.

This is on a completely different level. Kon’s lost a tooth. Oh, now he’s mourning Kon’s perfect teeth, he should have guessed it wasn't going to be a thing that’ll last. He does appreciate the heads up though, while Sparks failed terribly at telling him what happened at least Pads took over and actually told him what occurred.

Realising he needs to get moving he pockets his phone, collects his stuff and has a quick word with his coach before making his way to Kon’s apartment. It’s several blocks away but on the skateboard Tim reaches it in no time.

Using his own key, Tim rushes into the apartment and finds his boyfriend and teammates already there. Kon is settled on the couch with his head tilted back and an ice pack resting on his face. Sparks and Pads are sat on the couch and the arm chair next to him and Tim finds a third team member, Totzy, preparing something in the kitchen.

Tim ignores them and goes straight to Kon’s side. “Oh Kon… what’s happened now huh?” Tim runs a gentle hand through his hair as he takes in the damage. His boyfriend blinks at him, he clearly goes to smile and before he could he’s instantly grimacing and staring at Tim with a defeated look.

Slowly Tim peels off the ice pack to get a look at the damage and immediately hisses upon seeing the black and blue across the lower half of his face, his jawline is swollen which makes him lose any of the usual sharpness he has there. There’s dry blood dotted over his skin from where it hasn’t been cleaned off and there’s even fresh blood on Kon’s lips. Thankfully the rest of his face seems to be okay, even with the dazed faraway look Kon is currently supporting. Tim turns over the ice pack and lays it across Kon’s jaw once again.

He sighs and sits back, reaching for Kon’s hand and runs a thumb across his knuckles. Turning to Kon’s teammates Tim raises an eyebrow at them. “What’s the damage? How long will he be out for? What can I do to help him recover?”

While Tim is used to dealing with bruises or even broken bones, and on occasion concussions, a knocked out tooth and swollen jaw is unknown territory.

Pads, a man in his late twenties with short dark hair and stubble, rolls his eyes at Tim’s barrage of questions. “Tim. Relax. Kent will be out for about two weeks, three at most. The swelling needs to go down and he needs to be able to move his jaw without pain before he plays competitively again, there’s nothing broken so it shouldn’t take too long. He’s dazed now because of the shock. A liquid diet is highly advised until he can move his jaw without flinching any time he opens his mouth. Like any other time, make sure he takes his meds, ice and treat the injury.”

Tim narrows his eyes at the man. He gets this is probably common for the guy to deal with and he's probably chill about the situation now Kon has been confirmed okay by their medical staff, but his indifference of the situation doesn’t stop Tim from worrying.

Not helping his nerves is Sparks on the other side of the couch. The other man who is the same age as him snorts and looks at them with amusement.

“Kent will be fine, as Pads said, although unfortunately for you it does mean no blow jobs in the near future.”

Tim sends him a dry look and Kon makes a noise of protest. Before Tim could come up with a retort Totzy comes strolling into the living room carrying a water bottle in his hands. He places the bottle down on the coffee table in front of the couch and follows it up by removing the lid and puts a large straw inside of it.

“Bon appetite,” he says before moving to sit on the arm of the love seat. “Relax Tim, our boy here is made of strong stuff. He’ll bounce back in no time.”

Tim eyes the man before glancing at the bottle on the table. “None of you are helping,” he mutters forlornly.

He picks up the bottle and examines the contents, a sweet and sharp smell hits him and recognises it as one of Kon’s strawberry smoothies. He turns to his boyfriend and finds Kon glaring at him, and without saying anything Tim knows what he’s thinking. Rolling his eyes he places the smoothie back on the table and stops himself from huffing, undoubtably Kon wants to wait for his teammates to disappear before trying to drink anything. Heaven forbid he gets help with something so basic in front of the other men. Tim gets it, but this isn’t the time to have that particular discussion.

After that it wasn't long until the men leave Kon's apartment with their wishes for his speedy recovery. It was only then Kon allowed Tim to help him with the drink, not that he needed much help as it’s only his jaw causing the pain and not anywhere else thankfully.

Later on when Tim entered the kitchen for the first time since arriving in the apartment he blinks in surprise at what had been left on the island. He picks it up and examines it closely before pulling a face in disgust and goes back to the living room to confront Kon with it.

He holds up the little see through bag and shakes it. “Seriously? How the fuck did you loose a tooth? Don’t you wear a mouth guard to avoid this exact thing from happening?”

In the bag was a single, white, and bloody tooth. Kon’s tooth. The one which should be in his mouth but isn’t. It would be funny if it wasn't concerning.

On the couch Kon raises his eyebrows in the fashion of ‘are you done?’ before reaching over and grabbing the notepad they found so Kon can write on it as it currently hurts to speak.

‘It broke before the game.’ Kon wrote looking unimpressed.

Tim’s still perplexed. “How?”

‘Dropped it, then accidently stood on it. Thought one game without it would be okay – clearly not. Fucking typical.’

Tim sighs and runs a hand over his face. “Of all the things Kon.” He looks at the bag still in his hand and shakes his head. “Right well, you’re a rich hockey, you can afford a replacement – if you want one – so once your mouth is healed we’re getting you to a dentist asap.”

Kon shrugs at his demands and Tim can’t tell whether he agrees with what he’s saying or doesn’t care either way. Tim glares at him, he’s not letting Kon ruin his perfect smile because of this! He’ll probably look fine with a tooth gap, there’s never a time when Kon doesn't look attractive, but his perfect smile is one of the things that drew Tim from the beginning. Of course if Kon isn’t really bothered about it he’s not going to force him to have a new tooth but Tim can be pretty persuasive when he puts his mind to it.

A moment later Kon blinks at him and writes something down on the pad when he turns it for Tim to read, Tim's heart skips a beat.

‘Love you, thank you for caring.’

Tim sighs, feeling both exasperated and like he’s about to combust from the overwhelming feeling of emotions he just got struck by. While it’s not the first time they’ve shared those words, they don’t  mean anything less now than what they did the first time. Tim moves to the couch and cups Kon’s cheeks gently in order to not hurt him and presses a tender kiss to his forehead before leaning forward and pressing their foreheads together.

“I love you too. And all the questionable injuries you receive.”

Kon huffs and pulls away from him in order to write something down. Tim reads his words once he’s finished and snickers.

‘Are you forgetting how we met? I’m not the only one who gets questionable injuries.’

Tim couldn’t really argue against that. He’s just as injury prone as Kon. After all, they met in hospital when Tim had been there due to a concussion he gave himself when trying a new trick on his skateboard, Kon had been there because his brother had broken his arm.

“Touché.” Tim laughs. He sits down next to Kon and leans his head on his boyfriends shoulder and grasps his hand in his. “Fancy watching something? We have a couple hours before you can take your meds, we can watch a film, shower then go to bed?”

Kon nods and Tim gets up to get the TV remote before resuming his place next to Kon. He grabs the blanket from the back of the couch and together they snuggle up and get comfortable. Tim even lets Kon choose the film they watch because he feels marginally bad for what’s happened to his boyfriend.

======

It takes nearly two weeks for the injury to fully heal. Kon is talking normally and able to eat solid foods without an issue and regarding hockey, he’ll be cleared to play on the roster at the weekend. As soon as Tim found this out, he immediately took Kon to go and get a new mouth guard made for him, the tooth replacement is currently being made, but Tim isn’t letting his boyfriend play a game of hockey without some form of protection in his mouth.

“You’re being over dramatic, I hope you know that.” Kon huffs as they leave the appointment for the guard. It’ll be ready for the next day, one day before Kon’s first game back.

“Maybe, maybe not. I don’t care.”

Kon comes up beside him and throws an arm over his shoulder, tugging him in close. Tim rolls with it he always likes having Kon close, even when he’s being dismissive about his own health.

“Kon you complained for an hour the other day about having food stuck in the gap between your teeth, having a new guard will stop any other teeth from falling out and having a new tooth will close said gap.”

Kon chooses to not respond to that and together in silence they reach the car and begin the journey back to Kon’s apartment. Tim couldn’t help but laugh to himself at the ridiculousness of the situation, this is just the start, god knows what else he’ll have to deal with in the future when it comes to Kon and his injuries while playing professional hockey. Then again Tim could easily give Kon a run for his money in the injury department, it looks like they’ll just have to look after each other when it’s necessary.

[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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[leaentries]

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 🤗

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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 

[buckys-wintersoldier]

The captain and the nerd | Stucky

����𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 -> CollegeStudent!HockeyCaptain!Bucky Barnes x CollegeStudent!Nerd!Steve Rogers

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 -> James Barnes — Captain of the Hockey team — is secretly dating Steve Rogers. But when Steve gets more confident they decide to show that they are in love and dating.

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 -> 1136

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 -> (G) short mention of bullying, fluff

𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 -> Stucky Bingo: Round 5 | 5089 | I4 | Writing Format: 5+1 | @stuckybingo | LGBT Bingo | O3 | Kiss on the forehead | @lgbtqbingo | Bingo of your own | O4 | Secretly dating | @thebo3bingo

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

❤︎𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐰𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠❤︎

James Barnes, the most popular boy in college, the captain of the hockey team, and everyone — boys and girls — tries to get his attention. His steel blue eyes look like the ocean while the sun is shining on them, his brown hair is always styled, and his muscles are highly defined — his abs, his broad chest, and shoulders — because of his training with the hockey team. James smile could light up the darkest nights and warm the coldest hearts.

All those people were dreaming about the boy being with them, how he would look without his shirt, and how good he would be in bed. But not only his look but also his charm let hearts melt. Little do they all know that James Barnes is together with the love of his life, a smaller boy who prefers to spend his time reading and learning instead of going to parties. Steve Rogers, invisible to most students, is the secret boyfriend of James.

The brown-haired man wouldn’t mind when everyone knew about him and Steve, but Steve asked him to keep it a secret for a while longer because he doesn’t want to be bullied — like he was used to — and James agreed. Even though they can’t walk hand in hand over the campus, James spends a lot of time with Steve in the library, but they are also often in one of their dorms, watching movies while they’re cuddled up in bed.

“You’re coming to the game today?” James asks, running his fingers through the soft hair of his boyfriend.

“First row, with your number and name on my back,” he says, smiling when he turns his head to look into James's beautiful blue eyes.

James smiles, kissing his boyfriend’s forehead while he plays with his blond hair. Steve’s hand slides over Bucky's broad chest, drawing small circles on his bare chest.

“Aren’t you ashamed to be together with the nerd when you could have everyone else, one you could just imagine?” Steve asks, deep in his thoughts.

“Stevie, I’m not ashamed to call you my boyfriend. I love you, and I’m proud of you. And why should I want someone else when I hold the person I thought I could just imagine in my arms right now?” James asks with a smirk, sliding his thumb over Steve’s cheek to wipe the upcoming tears away.

“I love you too, and I'm proud of you too. If you want to, we could make it official for everyone,” Steve says, looking at his boyfriend with a smile.

James chuckles, leaning closer to capture the blond-haired boy's lips with his to kiss him softly. They have already shared a lot of kisses, but this one was a promise, underlining everything James told him just a moment ago. A promise that he never even dares to feel ashamed for the beautiful boy he loves so much.

Steve has watched all five games this year before, but he wasn’t ready to show everyone that he belongs to James. He is just a nerd, and he was scared of how people would react when they found out that the famous James was with him. But now he was ready to show everything — that they are in love and happy together — and he secretly wanted everyone to know that James belongs to him like he belongs to James.

Before the game is about to start, Steve makes his way to the first row, wearing his jersey with James's number and name on his back. When he sits down, he looks around, seeing the boys and girls already shouting James's name, and Steve smirks softly.

When they finally walk out of the locker rooms and get on the ice, the boys stand all in a row, waiting for the other team to join them on the ice to start the hockey game. James looks around, smiling widely when he sees his boyfriend, and waves. The girls around Steve squirm, waving back, causing the blond-haired boy to laugh quietly because he knows who James meant when he waved.

The other team joins on the ice, and everyone goes to their position before the game starts. James gives his best, showing his best side on ice while he shouts in a nice way at his team members to get them into their position and plan the next move they are making. Steve’s eyes are always on his boyfriend, and when they get a point, James jumps while he turns around. Everyone cheers, including Steve, who shows James a thumbs up.

After the break and another successful time on ice, James team wins.

“Good game!” James says, giving every team member a short hug.

They are all cheering and shouting, while Steve makes his way to his boyfriend. The captain of the team is already sliding smoothly through the edge to open the door for Steve. Some of the girls try to reach for James, but he just excuses himself and waits for Steve to hold his hand and lift him up.

“Y— Buck! I’m heavy,” Steve shrieks.

“You’re not heavy, babe,” James chuckles, and he waits until Steve wraps his legs around his waist.

The brown-haired boy's hands are placed under his boyfriend’s thighs while he glides with him over the ice.

“10 DOLLARS!” Sam shouts and slides backwards on the ice while he lifts his hands and cheers loudly.

Steve chuckles, placing his forehead against James, and smirks at him.

“Can I kiss you?” The blond-haired man asks, causing James to laugh softly.

“You don’t have to ask me; just kiss me already,” he mumbles.

And Steve does, pressing his soft, plumb lips against James and sighing softly. His fingers run through the sweaty brown hair, pulling his boyfriend even closer.

Even though most people are surprised and some of them are shocked, James Barnes, captain of the hockey team, is gay, along with Steve Rogers.

“Get a room, boys,” Tony says, shoving James with Steve on his arm in the direction of the locker rooms.

Steve breaks the kiss, his forehead still leaning against James, while both boys look deep into the other one's eyes, smiling widely.

“Now everyone knows you’re mine. And no one minds that they were in love; even when they would, they — no one — can change what I feel — my love — for you, babe. I love you, Stevie,” James says, kissing Steve once again.

“I already wear your name on my back. I love you too, Buck.”

“And you look beautiful in my jersey. Love to see that it’s visible that you’re mine and only mine,” he chuckles, and he makes his way with Steve still on his arm to the locker rooms to take a shower and dress himself before the party starts.

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓: @kandis-mom @sergeantbarnessdoll @identity2212 @km-ffluv @lunaalovesyouu @blackhawkfanatic @armystay89 @suz7days @felicitylemon @futurequeen2018-blog @flstrawberry @sebastianstanisahotmf @etherealdisneyvillainness

[comphy-and-cozy]

🦋 19 with Andrei!!

this one was so fun, thank you!

celebrate 1K with me

Prompt: #19 "It's called being soulmates bitch."

Pairing: Andrei Svechnikov x Reader (f)

Word Count: ~700

Warnings: too much fluff (jk the limit does not exist).

When Andrei proposed, your life turned from a dream into a fairytale. You’d found your Prince Charming, and now you were lucky enough to spend the rest of your life with him.

The wedding planning was, naturally, a little chaotic and stressful, but you were having fun doing it with him by your side. He was patient, understanding, offering his opinions when you asked; otherwise, he just wanted you to have the perfect day, whatever that meant. 

Your shower was scheduled at the sweet spot just before pre-season began to ramp up but when most everyone was trickling back into Raleigh to gear up for training. The venue was beautiful, and your best friend and the other wives had done an incredible job planning and decorating for the Love is Sweet theme.

Andrei insisted on being there, adamant that he should be there to thank everyone for supporting you and for the gifts they were giving the both of you. Fortunately—unfortunately?—he’d also brought along a rowdy group of hockey players, fresh off the golf course next door.

“When are the games? We were promised there’d be games.” Martinook’s boisterous voice sounded from the back of the room, and you couldn’t help but laugh as Andrei shook his head at him, not wanting to disrupt the pleasant brunch.

The ever-experienced Heather Staal shot up, graciously saying, “You’re in luck, Marty, because we are about to start some games right now!”

She explained the rules to the games on the tables—the standard bridal shower games: a bridal bingo and a wedding word scramble. The boys were surprisingly invested despite the childish nature of the games, hooting and hollering when they’d sort out a word or check an item off their bingo board.

Once the games were wrapped up and prizes awarded—Seth was now the proud owner of a brand new ‘Ballet Slippers’ bottle of Essie nail polish—Heather stood up to explain the final game.

“We’ll need both our bride and groom up here for this one,” she said. “I’m going to read off a few statements, and each of you will raise the shoe of the person the statement applies to. You’ll need to each swap one shoe so you have one of his and hers. The goal is to answer them all the same, but we’ll leave some room for a healthy debate if you two answer differently.”

Heather ushers both of you into two chairs arranged at the front of the room, your backs to each other. You exchange shoes, and he turns to whisper lowly to you, “Game on, dorogoy.”

“Alright, first question,” Heather says. “Who said I love you first?”

A smile comes to your face, mind flitting back to the memory in question. Your left hand rises, raising his shoe in the air. The room claps, reacting to you and Andrei both answering the question the same.

The questions continue: who is the better cook?, who is most romantic?, who apologizes first after a fight?, who is more stubborn?, who brought up marriage first?

Based on the reactions from the guests, you and Andrei are doing well—so well, in fact, that you’ve yet to answer a question differently.

“Last question, you two,” Heather’s voice says. “Let’s see if you can go 10 for 10.”

The last question—who fell in love first?—brings another smile to your face as you reflect back on the progression of your relationship. Truly, it felt like you and Andrei were written in the stars, meant to find each other. Once you met him, it was all too easy to fall in love; it was something you did almost unconsciously, just like breathing. 

After another moment of reflection, you raise both shoes in the air, unable to decide on one or the other. The room once again bursts into cheers, and you turn around to find that Andrei, too, has raised both shoes in the air.

“Very impressive,” Heather applauds. “I don’t know what else to call it.”

“It’s called being soulmates, bitch!” Andrei exclaims with a grin.

[winchester-girl67]

My Father's Daughter

Summary: Y/N gets nervous when her anti-possession tattoo heals overnight. On her second attempt to make it stick she meets a boy that she might have more in common with then she thinks.

Requested by @rachelcarroll1819​ : “Can you do ome where the readers is the daughter of luicfer that john and bobby found as a baby bobby ends up raising her as his owns then when angels show up her powers finally show up also and sje in a relationship with either dean or sam ( whichever works for me)”

Pairing: Dean x Nephilim!reader

Square: Tattoo @supernatural-jackles​

Word Count: 5,805

Warnings: some SPN spoilers for season 12-15 (mainly surrounding Jack, and nephilim), not canon, language, adoption and related topics, implied relationship with Dean before the reader’s 18th birthday (reader and Dean are both 18), implied minor allergic reaction, injured!Dean, injuried!reader, blood, a little violence (involving guns/angel blades), angst, a little pining, kissing, fluff

A/N: This is before Castiel joins the Winchester’s side, I also took some liberties with the nephilim lore. Jack is such a fun character to write for, I had to include him in this request… Enjoy :) Also written for @supernatural-jackles​’ Tell Me a Story bingo.

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“What the H-E-double-hockey-sticks?” You gasped at your reflection in the mirror. “Balls, that can’t be a good sign.”

You held open the collar of your flannel and traced your fingers over the unblemished flesh below your collarbone. It was easy to ignore when it happened the first time. A pencil standing on its point for three seconds longer than it should’ve was easy to play off as an illusion soaked in extreme boredom at the time. Strange occurrences were common especially around the Winchesters or anyone involved with the Winchesters, but this was- wasn’t possible. It was your eighteenth birthday yesterday and Dean brought you to get your first tattoo, an anti-possession symbol. You had it inked into the left side of your chest over your breast, just like him, but now it was gone as if it had... healed.

You decided not to tell anyone and buttoned your shirt a little higher than usual. You would just go back to the tattoo parlour today before you met up with Dean. You kept the little anomalies like this to yourself more often than not lately, after finding out you were adopted and who your biological father really was. Lucifer. Talk about daddy issues. You didn’t want anyone finding out that you had inherited anything from him. Eighteen years without a single sign of angelic anything and now you couldn’t deny there was something filtering through you, trying to get out. It felt like power.

“Meeting Dean this early, pumpkin?” Your father, Bobby, asked as you bounced down the stairs and into the kitchen. You nodded, not wanting to lie to him but it was for the best, “Do your old man a favour and grab something to eat before you head out.”

“Alright, dad.” You said, grabbing an apple from the fridge.

“You make sure that boy gets you home in time for dinner,” he cocked an eyebrow at you, “I mean it this time, Y/N. I will get my shotgun out if you’re a minute past six, got it?”

You were his little girl, but he wouldn’t actually shoot Dean, right?

You laughed and nodded, playing it off as a joke. He could only be about eighty-percent serious, at most. You didn’t have a curfew but tonight was an exception. There were family and friends and family-friends, coming over to celebrate your birthday, since yesterday was a weekday and Bobby had steaks marinating in the fridge.

“We’ll be home on time, promise. Bye, daddy.” You pecked him on the cheek and turned his cap around so the visor was in the back.

“Always with the damn hat,” he grumbled as he fixed it back to the front.

You giggled as you twirled out of the room and bit into your apple. You took a couple of bites before holding it between your lips as you laced up your boots and slipped on your jacket.

Outside, you chucked the core into the tall grass opposite the house and climbed onto your motorcycle. You started it up and pulled your hair into a quick braid for the wind, otherwise it would tangle to an extent that could never be brushed out, and took your helmet off the handlebars. You secured the strap under your chin and revved the engine as you kicked it into gear, fish-tailing around before speeding off down the laneway.

Leaves were changing colour and it was cooler outside now. For a moment you wished you had remembered your gloves but you would power through, the tattoo parlour wasn’t too far away anyway. You chose a different parlour across town than the one Dean had brought you to, just in case the artist that tattooed you the day before was on shift today too. Too many questions would be asked and you didn't have the answers.

It was easier this time around, since you knew what to expect and how much it would sting, but you hated that Dean wasn’t there to hold your hand. The woman wiped away the excess ink when she was done the final flame and held up a mirror for you to see. You grinned at the permanent ink, marring your flesh the same way it did Sam and Dean and Bobby and every other hunter you knew.

To anyone else, they’d probably think it was odd but to you it meant protection and family. It was pretty, even with the red raw edges that would eventually flatten out as your skin healed. You loved the way new tattoos raised the skin and appeared to jump out at you. You felt like a badass sporting your fresh ink and bit your lip at your excited smile.

The artist snapped a pic for her portfolio and the shop’s website and you noticed a boy about your age smiling at you from behind the gap in the privacy curtains. He was sitting in the waiting area with his hands on his knees and just staring. At. You.

“Hello.” He said when you passed him on your way out.

His blonde hair was combed to the side, unlike Dean’s whose was always spiked up like an angry hedgehog. You gave him a nod of your head and nothing more. Glancing back at the parlour as you climbed onto your motorcycle, partially just to make sure he didn’t follow you out. He didn’t give off any creeper vibes but he was… odd.

“Ow,” you hissed suddenly as your chest burned. You pulled aside your flannel to see the tattoo glowing white hot before it fizzled out. Your body healing itself again and your tattoo disappearing. You looked up at the tattoo parlour sullenly, there would be no point in trying again. “Shit-balls.”

Just when you thought puberty was over. What the hell was going on with your body now? All you could think was that your bio-dad’s genes were finally kicking in.

It would be easy enough to hide it from Bobby, not so much Dean. Things were getting heated between you two lately and it was inevitable that he’d see you in a bra again. The thing was, the only people who knew about your bio-dad were John, who had passed away a couple years ago and Bobby, who promised never to tell another living soul; especially the boys. Sam would probably understand but he was four years younger than you and he couldn’t keep a secret from his older brother. Dean on the other hand, thought of things in black and white and anything tainted with the blood of a monster must be a monster in and of itself. And Lucifer was a monster, you heard the stories.

You wanted to be like Bobby, not your bio-dad and you wanted Dean to keep loving you. Which you weren’t entirely sure was possible if you told him that you were a nephilim. Until recently you had been questioning it yourself but you couldn’t ignore the weirdness surrounding you anymore or the dreams you’d been having of a man with glowing red eyes, a raspy voice calling out to you. You always woke up in a cold sweat and now you were thinking they might be more than just dreams. Maybe if you’d said something Bobby could help you make them stop.

You started up your motorcycle and pulled on your helmet, glancing back at the parlour one last time and watching as the blonde boy walked down the steps. He still had a smile on his face when his blue eyes met yours and he raised his hand to wave. Then he started walking towards you and you didn’t stick around to find out what he wanted. You weren’t in the mood to be hit on, although you didn’t get that vibe from him. He had more of an innocence about him. You still weren't in the mood.

You must’ve drove past the laneway to your house six times before you decided you couldn’t face your father or everyone else who had congregated there for your birthday dinner. Bobby had bragged about you finally getting your anti-possession tattoo and becoming a real hunter and what if someone asked to see it? How could you explain that?

You went to the one quiet place where you could always think. The graveyard on the west side of town. You didn’t know anyone there but you felt it was nice if someone visited them from time to time. You were always respectful and you liked to sit on the bench at the back between the overgrown trees. The spot was hidden from the road and you could hear the resident owl from time to time.

It was late now and well past six, when dinner was supposed to be ready. Bobby would likely be fuming or worried as hell, probably both. On the brightside, Dean would be with him and everyone else so Bobby would have no reason to blame him or shoot him. Except it was possible he still might try.

You checked your phone to find too many messages from both Bobby and Dean, all asking where you were and when you were getting back. One more recent one asking if you were in trouble. You typed off an ‘I’m fine’ when you heard the leaves crunch under the weight of a sneaker.

You whipped your head around to find the blonde boy from the tattoo parlour peeking out from behind the trunk of a tree. He smiled brightly as he slowly approached you, waving again and if you were about to make a run for it, you no longer felt the need.

“Hello, I’m Jack. I’m sorry if I scared you earlier. This is my first time..." he paused, seemingly struggling to find the word, "-talking." He grinned again.

“O-okay.”

Did he just break some sort of oath-of-silence or something?

You were still skeptical even if you weren’t scared. He wasn’t all that big, kinda skinny, you could take him in a fight if you had to.

“Are you following me?” You asked, he smiled and nodded like he didn’t understand how creepy it was to admit to following someone. “Why, -the fuck?” You almost laughed, it was so awkward, but you settled for a single puff of air. “How’d you find me?”

"I've been looking for you, I’ve been wanting to meet you, you're not easy to find, I can only sense you some of the time -This place is nice." He glanced around, it was hardly the word you would use to describe a graveyard but what-the-hay there were stranger things at foot, “You seem troubled. Can I help?"

"Um, no? I'm just a bit confused. You ‘sensed’ me?" You asked, squinting your eyes up at him.

"You put off an energy when you're stressed and I could tell you needed me. It smells like... sour strawberries -Are strawberries good?" He asked and tilted his head. Dude was weird, but probably harmless.

“Um, yeah, when they have chocolate on them, otherwise they make my tongue feel funny.” You shrugged, Dean had bought you chocolate covered strawberries for Valentine’s day, almost made it worth the itchy throat. “Why do you think I need you? I don't need you, I don't even know you.”

“We have more in common than you think.” He alluded and you wanted to wipe that smirk off his face as he stood there.

“I’m getting impatient, Jack, and you won’t like me when I’m impatient.” You quipped and he tilted his head in confusion. Dean was rubbing off on you, after all those hours watching ‘classic’ movies with him. “Okay, I’ll bite. Why do you feel so familiar?” That was the feeling you were picking up from him, a closeness; you finally figured it out.

“I’m your brother.”

Your face blanched, “The only person I’d consider a brother is Sammy -even if it is a little awkward since I am dating his actual brother- but we’re not related, we just grew up together, sort of... our dad’s knew each other and we hung out… quite a bit actually but that’s not the point. I don’t have blood relatives, up here, anyway.”

“But we have one in common, down there." Jack pointed as he laughed and sat down beside you.

You scooched over to the end of the bench, "So... Your father...?"

"Is Lucifer, yes, and so is yours." He said.

Did he always smile? He seemed too cheery to be a descendant of the Devil himself. At least you had the decency to be unbearably irritable once a month.

"Prove it," you smirked back snidely. Yup, too much time around Dean.

"Okay," he pulled a long silver blade from his jacket, one you knew as an angel blade and levitated it in the air. He moved his fingers and the blade mimicked his motions. "Pretty cool, huh?"

You nodded and remembered the pencil; could you do something like that someday? Maybe you had to focus more or less, he didn't seem to put much effort into it.

"Do you want to try?" He asked, grabbing the blade from mid air and handing it over to you. "It's easy, just focus on what you want it to do and make it happen."

You focused on the blade in your hands and squinted your eyes, picturing it spinning in a circle like a top. You almost burst a blood vessel in your eye before you huffed and gave up, "It's no use! I can't do it."

"You're just trying too hard. We can work on it," he smiled again and you handed him back the blade.

Jack wasn't a threat, somehow you just knew, but how long was he planning on staying? And if he stayed you'd have to explain yourself and him to Bobby, that wasn't something you were looking forward to.

"Do you have any tattoos?" You asked.

"No, should I?" He asked, his smile fell and he looked worried for a moment as if you wouldn't like him if he didn't.

"I tried to get one, twice now, but it keeps healing." You pulled open your flannel a little to touch the skin where the tattoo should've been. "Kinda sucks, you know? I've been injured on hunts before and I have scars, so it doesn't make any sense to me. Why now?"

"Maybe..." he thought and tucked the blade back into his jacket, "Your powers are only developing now because you grew up slowly. You had a normal adolescence."

"I'd hardly call my childhood normal," you rolled your eyes. You were raised as a hunter and Bobby took you out for target practice every Sunday and when John and the boys were in town, you would have to participate in sparring and weapons training, all before you could read. And when you could read, lore was added to your studies along with your typical -normal school work. "How come you have your powers already then? You're about my age."

"I had to grow up faster than you, there are things -people here that want to hurt me and I needed them to protect myself." He explained, “That’s probably why yours are just showing up, your body feels it too.”

“Feels what?”

“Our father, his return.”

“Bio-dad, Lucifer?” You huffed, “Uh-yeah, I don’t think so. My surrogate dad sealed him in a cage eighteen years ago with the late-great John Winchester, you might’ve heard of him? Trust me, dude, we’re safe.”

“You can’t feel him? Maybe I can help you along,” Jack reached out to touch your forehead with two fingers and before you could push his hand away your body was flooded with images, feelings, light, dark, energy -it was too much and you pulled away, trying to catch your breath and blink away the numbing headache.

You gulped and met his blue eyes, “How are you only a day old?!”

Not only had he transferred everything he felt to you but also every memory he ever had, tracing back to even when they were just feelings in the womb of his mother. You didn’t remember any of the same stuff from your own life. How could you be the same but totally different? You were stressed beyond belief, your mind racing a mile a minute and that’s when you noticed the pulsing light coming from your palms.

“Um, Jack,” you said, inspecting your palms and turning them to face him as the light got brighter and pulsed more frequently with every heavy heartbeat. “What’s happening to me?”

“I helped you find your powers, they were -uh… hidden. I just pulled them to the surface so now you can access them.” He smiled and you gaped as a single pulse of light left your palms, hitting Jack like a force field and knocking him off the bench. He landed a good ten metres away but shook it off and stood back up, “-Ouch.”

Voices filled your mind as if multiple people were whispering in your ears all at once and they kept getting louder and louder until all you heard was a blaring hiss as if a radio was in the midst of tuning. You fell off the bench, clutching your ears with your hands, squeezing your eyes shut as if it would help.

You screamed over the noise though you couldn’t hear yourself, “Jack! Jack!”

You felt his hands rest over yours and a moment later the noise faded away. You sighed and blinked open your eyes. Your ears felt as if they were bleeding and you touched them to check.

“What the balls was that?” You asked, catching your breath.

“Angel radio, I forgot to warn you it can be overwhelming but you’ll get the hang of it. It gets easier to tune out with practice.” Jack said, helping you to your feet.

“I don’t like it.”

“Yeah, me either.”

“All I really heard was buzzing, will I be able to understand them? When I get the hang of it.” You could hardly believe this was your life now, hearing angelic voices in your head and pulsing shockwaves from your palms.

“Yes,” he nodded, “The pain will always be there though.”

“What were they saying?” You asked, noticing the dirt on your jeans and brushing off your knees.

“It was a distress signal about Lucifer.” Jack explained, brushing some crumpled bits of dried leaves from your shoulder.

You heard someone approach, heavy on their heels, “Get away from her!” Dean yelled with his gun drawn, eyeing Jack like he was ready to kill.

But you didn’t want him to hurt Jack, your little brother, “Dean, No!” You spun around and held up a hand. You didn’t mean to release another shockwave and it sent Dean flying into the tree behind him. He hit it back first and slumped to the ground, unconscious. “DEAN!”

You ran to him and cradled him in your arms, pulling his head to your chest. Tears welled in your eyes and dripped onto his cheeks as you curled over him and rocked back and forth. You didn’t know if it was your new powers but you could tell he wasn’t okay. He hit his head hard and you didn’t even know if he’d wake back up.

“Stay right there, boy.” You heard your father’s voice warn Jack as he approached you.

“Daddy?” You sobbed.

“It’s okay, pumpkin, he’s gonna be okay.” Bobby crouched next to you and inspected Dean’s head. His hand was covered in blood when he touched the back of it. He frowned and scrubbed the other palm over his scruff, “Oh, balls! Hang on, Dean.”

“Y/N,” Jack risked a step forward even with Bobby’s gun still trained on him. “I can help him. I’ve done it before.”

He had, hadn’t he? A single memory of Jack healing his birth mom while still in her womb came to mind. He wasn’t lying. You nodded and put your hand on Bobby’s gun to lower it. You weren’t even sure at this point if a bullet could even hurt him... or you anymore. Now that you feel more angelic than human.

Jack knelt next to Dean and laid a hand on his head. His fingers glowed a warm gold, the same colour as his irises and you felt Dean’s body react; his heart stabilizing with stronger beats and his breathing evening out until he began to stir. You watched intently as his green eyes fluttered open and you wiped away your tears, then dried his cheeks with your thumbs.

“Are you okay?” You whispered when he locked eyes with you.

He stared up at you, registering all that just happened and then a shot rang through your ears. Dean sat up and pushed away from you, his gun smoking in his hand and you looked down at your chest. Where he shot you.

“Idjit! What did you do?!” Bobby yelled at Dean and tried to inspect your wound. It actually didn’t hurt all that much and when you opened your shirt, the same golden glow you’d seen moments ago healed the wound until it was as if it was never there.

“That’s not Y/N! What are you, you bitch?! What did you do with her?!” Dean shouted, raising his gun again. "I swear if you hurt her-"

“Boy, you better put that gun down if you wanna see your next birthday.” Bobby warned and Dean glanced between you both, noting that he was the one out of the loop. He lowered the gun but kept it ready on his thigh and felt the back of his head curiously. “I was wonderin’ when those nephilim powers of yours would kick in, the only question I got is... Who in the holy balls is this guy?” Bobby asked, nudging his head towards Jack.

You always loved how he could incorporate balls into any sentence whether it fit or not and you guessed you did it too; you were your father’s daughter after all.

“He’s -um, my brother. Half-brother.” You said and glanced back at Jack who smiled and held a hand up as if to shake your father’s. Bobby didn’t reciprocate though and you added, “On my bio-dad’s side, obviously.”

It was well known that a human mother couldn't survive the birth of a nephilim child. Your note was more to tip off Bobby to shut up in front of Dean about it. Not that Bobby took the hint since he probably felt the cat was out of the bag anyways.

“So, good-old Lucy got sprung from the cage, eh? I figured that would happen eventually -was hoping for more time though.” Bobby grunted and fixed his cap like he did when he was unnerved and not wanting to show it.

“Am I the only one who doesn’t have a fucking clue what in the hell is going on? Y/N?!” Dean huffed and furrowed his brow.

“I -um,” you didn’t know how to explain. “I -um, I’m adopted. Surprise.”

“You’re Lucifer’s daughter?” Dean asked, catching on quickly.

The light in his eyes dimmed at the idea and you knew you needed to correct him and fast.

"No! No, I am Bobby’s daughter and I suppose... a by-product of Lucifer’s sperm donation.”

Dean nodded, then cringed. "That’s kind of gross.”

“I’m still me, Dean, the girl you’re in love with but won’t ever admit it to.” You said, hoping for him to see you the same way he did before. “I’m the same girl.”

“No, you’re not. Your eyes are different.” He stared hard like he was trying to see past something.

You looked to Bobby as if he had the answers, “Your eyes are glowing, pumpkin.”

You imagined your reflection with the eyes you’d seen Jack wear when his powers filtered through him. Then you felt it, the difference, you weren’t in control of them yet, they manifested with the waves in your emotions. It was extremely hard to control.

“Jack, how do I make it stop?” You asked and squeezed your eyes shut.

“Take a deep breath and let it go.” Jack said.

You didn’t think it could really be that fucking easy, but gave it a try. When you opened your eyes again you could feel the light dimming and then extinguish. You were exhausted.

“I wanna go home.” You looked to your father and he nodded. Jack’s smile seemed to turn upside down and you added, “Can Jack come too?”

“Might as well, party’s cleared out anyhow.” Bobby stood up and eyed Jack, sizing him up. You could tell your father didn’t trust him yet, but you knew Jack was good, you could feel it.

“Sorry I missed the party.” You stood up and hugged Bobby.

“Don’t worry about it, pumpkin.” He patted your back and ruffled up your hair when you broke the hug. You frowned and tried to tuck the loose strands of hair back into your braid. “We should get outta here before-”

You heard what could only be described as a rush of feathers before a bald man in a suit appeared before you, "Hello, Robert.”

“It’s Bobby, jackass.”

There was another louder rush and two others appeared next to him. One of them oddly wore a trench-coat over his suit. You knew instantly that these men were angels. You could see their halos shine brightly above their heads. A side effect of finally getting your nephilim powers you assumed. In all your time hunting you hadn't come across any angels, you never wanted to either based off of the stories Bobby and other hunters told you.

"Zachariah," Bobby said, nodding at the bald angel before him, then the other in the tight suit, "Uriel... long time, no see."

You knew from your studies that Uriel was an archangel, by far more powerful than the others, even if he seemed to let Zachariah take charge at the moment.

“I thought we had an understanding." Zachariah continued, "If the nephilim child showed any signs of getting her powers you were supposed to contact me, right away."  

“Like you wouldn’t have known, don’t you have some sort of angelic radar? As soon as the kid showed any signs of grace you'd feel it. That’s why you’re here isn’t it.” Bobby snapped back at the man, or angel wearing some poor sap as a meat-suit like a demon would.

“Precisely, which is why we wanted to avoid an event large enough to attract our attention. She hurt the boy, didn't she? That could've been avoided. She is an abomination and she will offset the order of the universe, given the time; there’s only one way to deal with this sort of thing... Castiel.”

The angel wearing the trench-coat stepped forward with a stoic face as if he was about to carry out some unspoken order. Like a good little soldier of heaven. An angel blade dropped into his hand from his shirtsleeve and he advanced towards you. You stumbled back and Jack grabbed your hand and puffed out his chest. Castiel stopped in his tracks just as both your eyes began to glow.

“That can’t be.” Castiel said as he backed off. He glanced back at Zachariah and then disappeared with a flutter of his wings. At least he knew when he was outranked.

The others however, Zachariah and Uriel, did not retreat and advanced upon you. Each with their own angel blade in hand. You and Jack channeled your powers together and raised your hands. You released a joint shockwave that blew them apart to mere atoms which floated away in the wind like snowflakes on a cold winter day. Your power alone was great, but together it was unmatched.

There would be no issues destroying or caging Lucifer when the time came for it. But you would have to find him first. Or maybe he would find you now that your powers had emerged. Apparently it sent up a pretty big blip on the angelic radar or whatever Bobby called it and Lucifer was probably still connected to that, right? Or at least had some sort of version of it.

"Holy hell,” Bobby cursed, “Come on, Y/N, we best be getting home before someone or something else comes looking for them or who did that to 'em."

You let your father lead the way to his truck and towed Jack along with you. Meanwhile Dean trailed behind keeping a watchful eye on your new found brother. All the while not saying much.

He didn't say anything actually, not even when you remembered your motorcycle. He just took the keys from you so you could drive back with your family. Or maybe he just didn't want to be squished into the cab of that old Ford with a being more powerful than an archangel -that was born yesterday- and your father. Bobby was super protective of you, and Dean and his relationship was strained because of that. It was a miracle they drove here together without someone getting shot now that you thought of it.

And Dean's silent treatment continued for days longer than any fight you'd had with him since you had gotten together. You didn't even know if you were still together anymore. So to say you were surprised to see him show up when Bobby and Jack went out on a day trip for some bonding, was an understatement.

"Hiya, sweetheart." Dean said, standing in the front doorway and glancing behind you, his eyes searching the space. "Bobby out?" He asked, you nodded, "How 'bout your -uh... b-brother?"

"You mean Jack?" You asked, he'd probably just forgotten his name. Dean gave you a soft smile and nodded twice, "Yeah, s'just me home. Why, you come to snuff out the monsters? One abomination at a time?"

Dean pushed his brows together and frowned down at you. "Listen, girly-"

"Girly?!-"

"Y/N," Dean pleaded, slipping your name off his tongue with his hands held up as if to pose no threat. "I know Bobby said you needed time and you didn't wanna talk to me, but I just gotta get this off my chest and then I'm gone, okay? Can you just listen? Please."

That wasn't true. Bobby lied. But you motioned for him to continue anyways.

"I was pissed at you. For not telling me, not trusting me. You were there for me when my father-" Dean choked up and cleared his throat. His eyes watered as he searched for the right words to say, "I just -I didn't understand why you didn't want me there for you, so I blamed you. But then I thought about it, really thought about it and it's no wonder you couldn't trust me, hell, why would you? All I've ever done is maim and kill-"

You'd heard enough, "Dean, I trust you! Nothing's ever going to change that and I didn't tell my dad to tell you shit. You just looked so hurt, I didn't know how to reach out and thought maybe you didn't want me to." You chewed on your lip before you decided to swallow your embarrassment and rolled your eyes at yourself, "Fuck it, I love you." It was the first time either of you said that out loud, "And I know at one point you felt the same about me and I guess, I'm just hoping that's still the case?"

Dean gave a delicate nod and shrug of his shoulders, "You'll always belong with me, Y/N." He confessed and stepped forward to wrap his arms around you. You let him and he pressed his forehead to yours. "And I care about you, too."

It hurt a little that he didn't say it back, but that was close enough for you. Dean wasn't touchy-feely in the case of emotions and you didn't need to make him say it. You felt it in the way he clutched you to him and you sunk into his embrace.

Dean pressed a hard kiss to your temple and another open lipped kiss to your cheek. You felt the heat of his breath on your lips before his mouth molded to yours and your tongues touched. His movements were slow and passionate and when his fingertips touched that ticklish spot on your neck you giggled into the kiss.

He felt like coming home; safety and warmth in his arms. Even if you didn't need protecting anymore, it was nice. It was the first time in days you let yourself relax and it seemed like you weren't the only one.

Dean pulled away to let you catch your breath and you slowly blinked open your eyes to meet his. He let out a breathy chuckle and his forehead fell to yours again, his eyes admiring yours with an amused grin on his face.

"Your eyes are glowing," he breathed and sucked on his bottom lip. "You are so damn beautiful.” And he brushed the hair from your face. “You’re everything to me.” You felt his eyelashes brush your cheek and his hand sink from your lower back to grip your butt cheek. "You’re my everything.”

Your cheeks instantly hurt from smiling so bright at his words.

His other hand met on your backside and you squealed when he squeezed hard enough to bruise, but only for a second. Dean chuckled, slapped your butt and kissed you again. And you got lost in it.

Until the backdoor slammed shut, “Boy, get your damn hands off my daughter!" Bobby commanded as he set the cooler he was carrying on top of the counter.

Jack followed in behind him and smiled at Dean with a small wave.

Dean stopped kissing you and raised his hands as he stepped away from you. He was grinning wildly and biting his lip, his eyes roaming your body like they always did before they held your gaze.

You so easily fell back into the way things were before with him and this was the good part. The part where you could speak novels with a wink of an eye. It was like a language only the two of you could speak and he was saying 'I still love you, so damn much'.

Your father cleared his throat and you rolled your eyes, "Dad, I thought you said you were taking Jack fishing? Shouldn't that take a couple more hours?"

"Not a chance, pumpkin." Bobby side-eyed Dean, "Besides, kid, already caught a week's worth. He's a natural." He boasted, coming around to Jack much faster than you expected him to.

"I'm a natural," Jack repeated and beamed with a little tilt of his head. He bounced on his heels, twice, he was so excited.

You groaned and shook your head, "I'm surrounded by dorks."

"What's a dork?" Jack asked and furrowed his brow.

Dean answered, "A little brother."

_________________________ Dean: @akshi8278 @laycblack @thoughts-and-funnies @mrsjenniferwinchester @crustycheeks @kazsrm67 @sexyvixen7 @lyarr24 @suckitands33  @eliwinchester99 @yvonneeeee @igotmajordaddyissues @djs8891 @leigh70 @globetrotter28

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[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.

[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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[larsnicklas]

watching game 7 properly a day late bc my plane wifi was NOT good. "live" blog under the cut tehe!!

sasha absolutely obliterating a man in the corner was NOT on my bingo card but i liked it

ah gorgeous tip by mr v.erhaeghe. i knew he was going to show up that man ONLY scores big time goals

i love that pomo put okie back in the lineup. and not just bc i hate nick c.ousins lol it's just like. it's the right thing to do, to give okie a wack at this. i know when you're making lineup decisions it can't be about sentimentality but sometimes the Right thing to do is also the morally correct one lol

i do wonder a little if something is limiting bob physically a bit. obviously nothing that really has impeded him but. just something that's hindering his natural athleticism JUST a touch

good fun first period. it's very nice that both teams decided to play well in the same game. this has not happened during all games of this final LOL

espn wanted the o.ilers to win so bad they looked silly. especially m.essier AKSLJDFLAKSJD

okay lmfao you know what. that tripping call on matthew was NOT a trip. should've just been incidental contact, just a nothing collision. however. there COULD have been a call on erod for goalie interference so i think all in all it's ok. THAT BEING SAID puck don't lie and that's why the cats got the kill <3

stenny spent a minute and a half without a stick on the kill he is so cool so brave i would die for him i am so serious. also gus using stenny's stick wronghanded and also like probably five inches too big for him...... that was so harrowing. but bob was so up to the task. kith. i love him.

the cats really finally looked like themselves again this game eh. it was so good to see them LOL they are really such a joy when they play their game

fourth line looked very good

hockey is so funny in the way that a chance at one end can result in a goal at the other

that was an UNREAL play by kuli by the way. i'm so glad he had the second touch on the puck because he deserved an assist, batting the puck away from the crease while falling down. great shot by reino, and WHAT a pop in that building. my god. i knew it was coming and my heart is still pounding. holyyy what a moment

boys were laying the body. very good. wear them down.

e.kblad-f.orsling pairing you are SO very extremely important to me.

i don't mean to be too predictable but. samuel b.ennett is really such a warrior he's just got the heart of a lion he's mean he's intense he gets an icy cold calm feral look in his eye sometimes it's terrifying. i LOVE him. playing this whole series with a bum knee and honestly skating well, all things considered. fuck darnell n.urse lol

fascinating strategy from the cats in the third (treat it like a 20 min penalty kill) but i guess if it works it works!!!

bob was so locked in. the way the crowd popped with every save he made as the third period progressed..... man i LOVE sports

the scramble with 7 min left on the clock; dude florida owes gus f.orsling WHATEVER he asks for.

bob actually made a miraculous glove save on that play as well i feel so genuinely glad he had a bounce back game like this to win the cup

cats did a very nice job in the final stretch making it difficult for the oil to pull s.kinner

that being said. if EYE was a coach and my team was desperately trying to get the equalizer to extend the season and my opponent iced the puck with 3:29 left i would definitely pull my goalie and get my sixth man on the ice in the offensive zone but. idk what do i know

oh my heart really does swell with joy and pride lol they were truly selling out in the final minutes. bob was so fantastic. the five guys on the ice were throwing themselves in front of the puck, in front of sticks, in front of bodies. this is such a panthers way to play

btw sasha really embodies just. THEEE ideal. he plays hockey in a way that makes you nod sagely and go ah, that's how that's supposed to work. he's really wonderful i know he doesn't care to be a household name but i'm glad he will be (by hockey standards anyway) after this cup run

oh they are such a great team man. seriously when gus and mikksy and benny went into the corner to keep the puck along the boards for the final seconds ooooh the confidence i felt. no way THOSE guys were about to lose a board battle in THIS scenario. no fucking way. dudes rock.

also i did cry on the plane yesterday but that did NOT innoculate me from crying again today :( like what. i'm supposed to look at the tears in aaron's eyes and NOT well up in response??

me 🤝 keith t.kachuk wiping tears from my eyes

ok this concludes my "live" blog sorry if any of you actually read this. it wasn't very coherent

[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

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

[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.

[stereax]

let's do something a little different, pick your top 3 favourite 1st OAs since 2000 (that you haven't done yet) for the bingo 😌

Oh boyyy. Pulled up the 1OAs and...

First off, the littlest big boy Slaf. He's a goofball ok? And has an emotional support defenseman who's willing to beat the shit out of anyone who looks at him wrong ok? (Arber could probably run a powerplay if he wasn't in the got damn box all the time tbh...) But he's not a bust! At least not yet. Give him time!!! Power forwards take time to develop!!!

THE trickster god Marc-Andre Fleury! Let him fight! Let him play! Just generally let him do whatever he wants he's a goalie and he's one of the best in the post-lockout era HE GETS A FREE PASS TO DO ABSOLUTELY WHATEVER THE FUCK HE WANTS ON THE ICE AT THIS POINT. And let him fucking beat the shit outta Binnington. For God's sake, please.

Then we get to the area where I kind of petered out. Uh, I chose McDavid as the third one here. This man can fit so many cosmic horrors inside his tiny little hockey loving chest. He compels me, okay? And yet he is absolutely bland. White bread ass man. Saltine cracker ass man. Rice cake ass man. You get me? He is like the guy who waves at fucking Ctulthu on the way to work and says "have a good day Jim". Literally textbook definition Kafkaesque. It is hopeless and yet he hopes anyway.

I also did one more 1OA. Guess who.