#ice skating kiddo

[arickaandherfictionalothers]

Yuri on Ice f/os

* is platonic, familial or a fankid

Yuuri Katsuki/Katsuki Yuuri *, adoptive brother

Aricka and Yuuri, born to make history

Viktor Nikiforov, twin brother in canon, older brother in GDW

Aricka and Viktor, can you feel my heart beat

Yuri Plisetsky, fankid! *

Aricka and Yuri, ice skating kiddo

Otabek Altin, best friend!*

Aricka and Otabek, chill bestie

Christophe "Chris" Giacometti, romantic

Aricka x Chris, dancing on the blade you set my heart on fire ❤️‍🔥

Jean-Jacques "JJ" Leroy, romantic

Aricka x JJ, the ice king’s queen

Phichit Chulanont, best friend *

Aricka and Phichit, go little skater-!

[leahthedreamer]

Junior ice dance really has my heart because you just don’t be getting the Avatar the Last Airbender soundtrack, League of Legends, and Nicki Minaj all within the same competition in seniors

[music-art-sport-and-more]

And this, ladies and gentlemen is the conclusion of Ilia's first ( full) senior season.

4x 🥇

2x 🥉

4A

Medaled in all competitions

Bonus:

[yuzu-all-the-way]

I hope the skaters and their coaches do realize that even though backflips and quints are now a thing, they DON'T HAVE TO use those elements.

Prioritize health and safety, ffs!

QUINTS???? ARE THEY MENTAL????

Allowing backflips, introducing quints, pulling out and adding who knows what else.... ISU should come out and say it plainly. They don't want athletes to have long term careers. Oh, and artistry is overrated, soon it'll be jumps, some spins and some forward&(maybe) back strokes.

[dreamdragonkadia]

My Christmas saga continues.

p.jackson x reader

Being here really was bad for the wallet. New York had a way of draining it without mercy, and even worse, your two suitcases—already bursting at the seams—weren’t faring much better. You and Percy had only been here for a little over a week, and you’d both been dragged into the gravitational pull of every little boutique and holiday pop-up shop you passed. The logic was airtight, at least on your part. There were so many cute things that would look perfect in your West Coast apartment, and obviously, you were already planning ahead for the bigger picture: the house you two kept daydreaming about, one that would be bought in a few years.

The city was magic this time of year, snow clinging to sidewalks like dusted sugar, the streets humming with holiday cheer, and Sally Jackson’s apartment warm and cozy in comparison to the chill outside. It felt like you’d blinked and the week had flown by.

Still, there were a few more days to soak it all in.

Percy’s head was heavy on your stomach, one arm draped lazily across your hip as he refused to acknowledge the start of the day. You were half-sure he was still asleep, but you caught the way his lips twitched when Sally, ever the wonderful host and future mother-in-law, walked in and handed you a cup of coffee. “You two are worse than Estelle when it comes to waking up,” she teased with a smile, cradling her own mug.

“I’m awake,” you defended with a grin, careful not to jostle Percy too much. Your free hand absently combed through his unruly dark hair, which, in hindsight, probably wasn’t doing him any favors in the motivation department. He groaned in response, though you could feel his smile against your sweater.

Sally chuckled softly, sitting down on the arm of the couch with a content sigh. “What are the plans today? Or is it another day of convincing Percy to do more shopping?”

At that, Percy groaned dramatically, muffled into your stomach. “I didn’t sign up to carry this many bags on my vacation,” he grumbled. You nudged him with your elbow.

“You signed up when you became my fiancé,” you reminded him cheerfully. “It’s in the fine print.”

“That’s unfair. No one reads the fine print.”

“You should’ve,” you teased, grinning as you tugged gently on his hair. He finally looked up at you, sea-green eyes groggy but warm, his lopsided smile peeking through. Sally watched the exchange with that soft, knowing expression only mothers seemed to master, and you felt your cheeks heat up just a little under her gaze.

“Well, if you’re asking for input,” you said, turning to Sally, “we were thinking about heading into Midtown today. Percy wants to check out the LEGO store because he’s basically a seven-year-old in disguise.”

“I heard that,” Percy mumbled, though he didn’t even try to deny it.

“And then we’re grabbing lunch somewhere,” you continued, ignoring him. “After that, we can go ice skating if you’re up for it?”

Sally’s face brightened at the suggestion. “Oh, I’d love that! Estelle’s been asking about skating for weeks.”

At the mention of her name, Estelle Jackson herself came running into the room, still in her pajamas, her hair a curly mess of bedhead. “Did you say skating?!” she squealed, practically bouncing as she climbed onto the couch to tackle Percy’s legs.

“Whoa there, kiddo—personal space,” Percy whined, though he reached out to tickle her sides, sending her into fits of giggles.

You smiled as you sipped your coffee, watching the scene unfold. There was something so good about being here—about the way the Jackson family took you in like one of their own without hesitation. Sally always insisted you two stay with them when you visited, never taking no for an answer. And as much as you teased Percy about being glued to his childhood bed, it was nice waking up to the smell of Sally’s cooking and the sound of Estelle dragging her brother into another one of her games.

A yawn escaped Percy as he finally sat up, ruffling his hair like a sleepy golden retriever. “Fine. Skating it is. But if I wipe out, you’re buying dinner.”

“Deal,” you said quickly.

Estelle grinned wickedly. “Percy always falls!”

“I do not!”

“You fell last time,” Sally chimed in helpfully, sipping her coffee with an innocent look.

You bit back a laugh as Percy shot his mom an incredulous look, clearly betrayed.

The next few hours were a whirlwind of jackets, scarves, and laughter as you all bundled up to head into the cold. The city seemed to sparkle as snow flurries fell, dusting the streets in white. Percy tried to grumble about carrying your shopping bags, but you caught him sneaking a glance at one of your purchases—a tiny ornament shaped like a sea turtle—and knew he secretly loved it.

Midtown was as busy as ever, lights and sounds blending together into something magical. Estelle tugged on Percy’s arm at every window display, practically dragging him to the Rockefeller Center tree. You caught Sally watching the two of them with a soft smile, her eyes glimmering with pride.

And later, when you were all lacing up ice skates, Percy leaned in close, his breath warm against your ear. “For the record, if I fall, I’m taking you down with me.”

You grinned. “Wouldn’t have it any other way.”

The day stretched on, full of stolen moments like these—Percy stumbling on the ice and pulling you into his arms to steady himself, Estelle clinging to both of you as she skated ahead triumphantly, Sally laughing harder than you’d ever seen as she tried to keep up.

By the time you made it back to the apartment, rosy-cheeked and exhausted, it was nearly dark outside. The glow of the Christmas tree filled the living room as you all collapsed onto the couch, Percy pulling you close to his side with a content sigh.

“This,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple, “is what makes all the shopping worth it.”

You laughed softly, snuggling into him. “I told you so.”

From the other end of the couch, Estelle chimed in sleepily, “You two are gross.”

You and Percy exchanged a glance, smiling as you both leaned over to ruffle her hair.

“Get used to it, kid,”

[borschandsmetania]

"Let's Talk, Kiddo!" Mod v.1 - Which hobby would you like to pursue?

EN: I've always wanted to have some interaction which would help me to decide which afterschool activity to plan for my kids and teens ✨

And you know, they say if you want smth - just do it! So here I am with a new social interactions mod - "Let's talk, kiddo!".

MOD FUNCTIONALITY:

🔹Right now, the mod gives the possibility to ask your kid "Which hobby would you like to pursue?" and get one of 38 random answers. There are such options like Writing mastery, Ice Skating, Clay modeling and many more!

🔹Some of the answers suppose using additional mods to make the activity happen gameplay-wise, but 90% of those focused on the possibilities which we have in game and different expansion packs

🔹You'll have a new Pie menu category when click on your child - "Let's talk kiddo", where you can find this interaction

🔹For this interaction to be available, your sims need to be relatives: you can ask this question to your son or daughter, grandchild, or being a caregiver of a child

🔹After an interaction both an adult and a kid will have one of 3 random custom buffs

This is only a beginning, and I have a lot of ideas for other interaction between a kid and a parent, so stay tuned - more to come next year! 🤌🥰

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UA: Мені завжди хотілось мати змогу запитати мою дитину в грі, чим він чи вона хотіли б займатись і отримати якусь відповідь, щоб не придумувати це самій.

Ну і знаєте, якщо хочеш чогось - зроби! Тож вашій увазі новий мод від мене на додаткові соціальні взаємодії - "Let's Talk, Kiddo!" ✨

ФУНКЦІОНАЛ МОДУ:

🔹 На даний момент, мод додає можливість запитати у вашої дитини, яким хобі він/вона хотіли б займатись та пропонує 38 рандомних відповіді, серед яких Письменницька майстерність, Фігурне катання, Ліплення з глини та багато іншого

🔹 Деякі варіанти, як-то, наприклад, мовні курси чи балет припускають використання модів для відіграшу, але 90% цих хобі сфокусовані на можливостях, що пропонує гра або ті чи інші доповнення

🔹При натисканні на дитину, у вас з'являється нова категорія в круговому меню - "Let's talk, kiddo", де ви і можете знайти цю взаємодію

🔹Для того, щоб ця взаємодія була доступна, ваші сіми повинні мати родинні зв'язки, тож дане питання ви можете задати своїм доньці чи сину, онуку чи онучці, або будучи опікуном (відчимом/мачухою) дитини

🔹Після виконання взаємодії, у обох ваших сімів (і у дорослого, і у дитини) рандомно з'явиться один з трьох кастомних мудлетів

Це тільки початок, і надалі цей мод буде розвиватись і поповнюватись новими взаємодіями між батьками та дітьми 🤌🥰 Траст мі, ідей багато!

ПОСИЛАННЯ НА ЗАВАНТАЖЕННЯ

P.S. І до речі, прекрасна Марійка Mariliuiw вже переклала цей мод на українську, тож загляніть до неї на Патреон, щоб скачати його!

[drei-mrssvechii]

cookie time! | andrei svechnikov

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pairing: dad!andrei svechnikov x reader

warnings: mentions of andrei's injury, the canes doing not so well, kids.

word count: 690 words

a/n: ok so i wrote this around last year when svech got injured for playoffs and i'm just posting it now lololol. but anyway! i felt like this was such a cute concept and needed to write it, so here it is! hope you enjoy it, i'm always open to feedback, requests, etc, etc.

“how much time till you can return to skating, dada?” your little girl, sofiya, asked as andrei tucked her into bed.

“that’s quite a long time, sunshine,” he replied. she pouted; there was nothing she loved more than going to games and supporting her daddy in her little svech jersey.

though andrei’s injury kept him off the ice, there wasn’t much anyone could do to stop him from visiting the rink, and sofiya would gladly follow him everywhere—she was such a daddy’s girl, after all.

so you’d still attend some games, but ever since svech was out, losing had become a constant, and frustration was clearly building within the team. especially for andrei, who couldn’t help but feel guilty for not being able to play.

the mood wasn’t the best, but when it came to sofiya, he would always put on a smile. it wasn’t often that they got to spend so much time together, so she loved having him home to attend her tea parties, tuck her into bed, and take her to school. as much as she adored it, though, she knew her dad missed being on the ice, and sofiya didn’t like seeing him hurt and sad. so one morning, just as she heard andrei leaving for therapy, she went downstairs with what she thought was the perfect plan to cheer him up.

you were in the kitchen, tidying up from breakfast. it was still early, so you planned to get a bit more sleep, assuming your little girl wouldn’t be up until later—or so you thought, until you heard her quick footsteps on the stairs.

“morning, love. what are you doing up so early?” you asked, watching as she entered the kitchen and grabbed a stool to stand next to you.

“can we make chocolate chip cookies?” she asked, leaving a kiss on your cheek.

“cookies? it’s too early for those, baby,” you said, though knowing chocolate chip cookies were her all-time favorite.

“i know, mom, but cookies make me happy. i bet they’ll make dada happy, too!” she said, explaining her plan with such conviction that you couldn’t help but smile.

it was so sweet how she was thinking of ways to cheer up her dad. so, you quickly gave in, gathered all the ingredients, and handed her a small apron.

she started by cracking the eggs (with a tiny bit of shell making it into the bowl), then you helped her measure the flour, and sofiya poured in what seemed like way too many chocolate chips. the kitchen turned into a delightful mess: flour dusted the counters, little chocolate fingerprints decorated the cabinets, and sofiya sneaked a few chocolate chips every chance she got.

“daddy’s gonna love this!” she said, her eyes shining with excitement.

but just as the first batch of cookies went into the oven, you heard the door open earlier than expected, and sofiya’s face fell.

“oh no, mom! he’s here too soon. it’s all ruined,” she muttered, disappointed.

andrei stepped into the kitchen, chuckling as he took in the scene—flour everywhere, cookie dough on the counters, and sofiya’s pouty face.

“sunshine, what’s all this?” he asked, his eyes softening as he looked at her.

“i wanted to surprise you,” she murmured. “make you happy like you make me happy.”

his face brightened, and he pulled her into a warm hug. “well, you sure did, kiddo. this is the best surprise i could ask for.”

sofiya smiled brightly, inviting him to join her. together, the three of you continued baking. as andrei helped sofiya clean up the counters, you caught his eye, sharing a warm smile. moments like these were rare but so precious.

as the cookies finished baking, andrei had an idea. “hey, sweetheart, how about we take these cookies to practice and share them with the team?”

sofiya’s eyes lit up in excitement. “yes! they’ll be so happy. i miss uncle jarvy,” she said with a little pout.

“he sure misses you too, baby.”

and with a plate of freshly baked cookies in hand, the three of you headed to the rink, just as morning skate wrapped up.

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[ericshoney]

Hockey injury ~ Brothers!Sturniolo Triplets

Summary: Your brothers are home in Boston to see you play ice hockey for your school team and also take you to the hospital to get patched up.

Warnings: swearing, shouting, crying, injuries, broken bones, nicknames, fluff

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Today was a big game for the season. Your school was close to being champions and had to win tonight in order to win. Everyone was anxious about the game and when you saw Nick, Matt and Chris arrive in the stands you couldn't help but smile wide. You rushed over to them, hugging them tightly.

"Hey kiddo." Nick called.

"Hey! You made it!" You cheered.

"Of course, petal, this is a big game for you." Matt said.

"Now go out there and crush the other school!" Chris shouted, getting shhhed by Nick.

"You can't say that about teenage girls!" The eldest responded.

"Try your best and have fun." Matt replied.

"You sound like mum." You said with a giggle.

"Kick ass but within the rules." Nick said.

You laughed and nodded, heading down to the ice. You got your skates on and warmed up a bit with your teammates. You checked out the other team, seeing they looked determined, but so were you.

The game soon began, the first whistle being blown. You skated quickly, passing the puck with ease and it soon added up as your team was three points to none.

You never celebrated early, knowing it could all change and by the third quarter, both teams were tied. The whistle then went for the end of the third quarter and you skated over to your coach.

"Alright girls, we can do this, it's for the title, to become champions. I want you to give it your all now!" She shouted.

Everyone cheered and you looked over to where Nick, Matt and Chris were. They gave you a wave, making you smile.

The fourth and final quarter now began. You got tackled by another player, crashing into the wall. You groaned as you knew it would bruise, but continued on.

The final seconds were counting down and you had the puck. You hit it hard, it flying across the ice into the goal, the buzzer going at the same time as the whistle but also you crashing to the floor.

You screamed as you felt and heard a loud snap. You looked over and saw a girl from the other team being shouted at by the ref. She clearly had pulled an illegal move. You looked at your arm and knew it was broken instantly.

A couple of your teammates carefully carried you off the ice and helped you take your skates and helmet off, just as your brothers came rushing over. They frowned seeing your teary face.

"Oh kiddo." Chris cooed.

The three came and stood with you as a medic checked you, but as you cried out when they touched your arm, they knew it was broken too. The guys rushed you too the car, Nick helping to hold you as you cried.

Matt broke every speeding limit to get you to the hospital and when you arrived, got you inside quickly. As you were in so much pain and could tell it was visibly broken, you got seen quickly.

After having the x-ray and being assessed, finding out your arm was broken in two places, you got to pick your cast. You picked your favourite colour and eventually returned to Nick, Matt and Chris who were in the waiting room, Nick on the phone.

"Yeah mum, we're coming home soon. Oh wait she's just been let out. I'll pass the phone over." He said.

You took the phone with your non-broken arm and sighed as you heard your mum's voice.

"Oh honey, what happened?" She asked.

"I'll explain everything at home mum, but my arm is broken in two places." You answered

"Okay honey, drive safe." She replied before hanging up.

You passed the phone to Nick as the trio looked at you. They gave you comforting smiles.

"Let's go home, sweetheart." Nick said, wrapping an arm around your shoulder.

"The positive thing here, kid, is that your team won." Chris said.

You laughed softly as you all got in the car, you resting your head on Nick's shoulder, feeling tired and in pain as you drove home.

[astars-things]

good job jack!

maybe with jack being not the best she had been asking him to go skating (idk if she is old enough to play hockey yet.) maybe with jack working on being better jack asked what she wants to do and she says skating and they gave the cutest little skating date

Part 1 -> here

“Ready, kiddo?” I asked, holding out my hand.

Her face lit up like Christmas morning. “Ready!”

We’d spent the last week watching hockey highlights together, and every time she saw me skating, her little voice piped up: “I wanna do that, dada" She had seen me skate before but she was not really showing an interest in it until now

So here we were.

I’d borrowed the smallest pair of skates I could find, and they still looked comically big on her tiny feet. Her wobbly steps on the rubber mats had already been an adventure, and I had a feeling stepping onto the ice was going to be a whole new level.

“Okay,” I said, crouching down in front of her as she held onto me with a death grip. “First rule of skating: don’t let go of Dada.”

“Not ever?” she asked, her wide eyes locking with mine.

I smiled. “Not until you’re ready.”

She nodded, her face serious as she stepped onto the ice with me. Her legs wobbled immediately, and she squealed, clutching my hands tighter.

“I got you,” I said, steadying her. “You’re doing great already!”

“Am I skating, Daddy?” she asked, her voice breathless with excitement.

“Almost,” I said, grinning. “Let’s take it slow.”

We moved little by little, her tiny feet sliding clumsily while I held her hands firmly. Each time she wobbled, I was there to catch her. She giggled every time, her laughter echoing around the empty rink.

“Dada, look! I’m skating!” she declared proudly after we made it halfway down the ice.

“You sure are, sweetheart,” I said, my chest swelling with pride. “You’re a natural.”

We spent the next hour like that—laughing, slipping, and gliding. Y/N’s confidence grew with every lap. By the end, she was asking me to let go of one hand, then the other, until she was shuffling on her own, arms outstretched for balance.

“Look at me!” she squealed, her face glowing with triumph. “I’m doing it, Dada!”

“You’re amazing, Y/N!” I called, skating backward in front of her to make sure she didn’t fall.

She reached me, throwing her arms around my legs in a triumphant hug. “I’m a hockey player like you now!”

I laughed, scooping her up into my arms and spinning her around. “You’re even better,” I said, planting a kiss on her cheek.

Her giggles were the best sound I’d heard in weeks.

By the time we left the rink, Y/N was practically bouncing with energy despite her flushed cheeks and tired legs.

“Can we go again tomorrow, Dada?” she asked, her small hand tucked in mine as we walked to the car.

“Absolutely,” I said without hesitation. “Anytime you want.”

As I buckled her into her car seat, she looked up at me with those big, adoring eyes. “I love skating with you, Dada.”

And just like that, my heart felt like it might burst.

“I love skating with you too, Princess,” I said, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “And I love you more than anything.”

“More than hockey?” she asked with a sly grin, knowing how much I loved the game.

I laughed, ruffling her hair. “Way more than hockey.”

[sydnikov]

Carry Me Home || S. Aho

Author: Sydney / @sydnikov

Pairing: Sebastian Aho/fem!Reader

Word Count: 5.6k

Summary: Sebastian Aho is frustrated with his team’s loss against the New York Islanders. He takes it out on you in a rather primitive way.

Warnings: 18+ smut smut smut, unprotected p in v (wrap it up kiddos!), oral (f receiving), bits of dom!Sepe, breeding kink if you squint, cursing, angst, not much fluff in this one

A/N: Surprise! My first smut fic. I hate myself. I blame the Hurricanes playing like shit for making me write this. As usual, reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated. Enjoy!! I certainly didn’t (kidding) P.S. Title is from “All The Small Things” by Blink 182

*Minors, you are responsible for your own media consumption. That being said, I will not block you for interacting with this fic or my blog, but always be aware of the content you choose to consume and the consequences it can have.

Sebastian Aho feels fire in his veins. His skin is flushed, hot to the touch, with his hair smoking from sweat-soaked strands boiling into steam. He is a steadily growing inferno, biding his time before unleashing his wrath.

There was no other time in his life he could think of where he had ever felt so frustrated, so angry.

Painful grunts and the sounds of sticks hitting the ice so hard they break echo in his ears, just as the sound of the puck hitting the goal post every time he shot it did, too. In the back of his mind, Sebastian knows that winning takes more than just one player, but yet all he can think is my fault my fault my fault.

He is an alternate captain, after all. It’s his job to help lead his team, to get them the wins they deserve. So ever since the start of this season, why had he been failing to do so?

Sebastian couldn’t dominate the Islanders on his own no matter how much he wanted to… But there is one person he knows he can.

As the Fin aggressively unties his skates, he imagines the strands of your hair tangled in his fingers as the laces get stuck on his glove. As he rips off his undershirt, he imagines doing the same to your bra.

When the reporters ask the same question they do after every game, “What could you have done better?” and pretend not to flinch when he shoots them a glare, he imagines your wide-eyed gaze as he tells you, c’mon, you can take it, yeah?

He kind of wishes he could say the same thing to these fucking reporters as he imagines giving one or two or preferably all of them a black eye—in a different scenario, of course.

Oh, but you are so good to him. He doesn’t deserve you. There is absolutely nothing in this world that can take you away from him, not now and not ever.

The winger speaks to no one except for the coaching staff as he eventually storms out of the locker room, exchanging a few words about practice and something about more line changes before he is finally let go.

Sebastian doesn’t want to think about hockey anymore. He wants to think about you.

Meanwhile, you were planted outside said locker room with a few of the wives and girlfriends, leaning against the wall while you all tried to talk about anything other than the disaster of a game you’d just watched.

It was hard watching the person you love get so upset and disappointed, especially when knowing how much pressure he puts on himself to be a leader of his team. There were many nights laying in bed, his head resting on your chest, that he revealed the bits and pieces of his carefully shielded heart how responsible he feels for his team’s performance.

How every loss chips away at his self-respect, leaving him feeling broken and lost as he struggles to find a way to get his team back on top. He was only one man, yet felt the weight of a thousand suns bearing down on his shoulders, relying on him to score.

And score he tries. Everything he could do he does; he racks up the points, he makes assists, but all his efforts still couldn’t bring them out on top.

You know Sebastian feels worthless, and you aren’t sure how he’s going to express it as you spot him marching up to you.

“Hey,” is your first word to him, spoken softly and carefully before he pulls you into his chest. The first thing you notice is that he feels like a human furnace; the chill you’d become used to after sitting next to an ice rink for over two hours is immediately replaced with warmth, and you can’t help but bury your head into his chest at the feel of it. “I’m sorry, Sepe.”

The pressure he so often feels immediately dissipates at the sound of your voice. Sebastian releases a strained sigh and curls over your body in a protective embrace, his mind racing with millions of words at a million miles per hour but the only ones he can hear are mine mine mine as you look up at him with unbridled affection.

“Kulta,” My honey, he murmurs, wet strands of hair falling over his eyes as he looks down at you. “You’re still here,” he can’t help but say, almost as if he were expecting you to be gone because he didn’t win.

You soften even more if that were possible. “I would never leave you,” you say with conviction, your words meant to be taken innocently yet all Sebastian could think of is the image of you under him as he thrusts into you, making you say the same words over and over again.

“What was that?”

“I can’t—”

“Yes, you can. C’mon, pretty girl, say it for me again,”

His Adam’s apple bobs in his throat. He needs to get you home, immediately.

Lacing his fingers through yours, the Finn presses a heated kiss to your lips, groaning so deep in his chest it has your face flushing a beautiful shade of red which has him thinking truly awful things before the two of you leave the arena.

Sebastian wants nothing more than to take care of you, and thinks briefly that maybe this is a developing unhealthy coping mechanism in the works, but as he opens the car door for you and locks eyes on the way your lips flash him a sweet smile, he can’t find it in himself to care.

You’re just so innocent; it’s in your nature to see the good in everything, to see the good in him despite his less-than holy thoughts. While he doesn’t consider his sex life with you vanilla by any means, he almost feels guilty for all the degrading ways he was thinking of you.

Sebastian was not on top of his game tonight, but he was determined, now, to be on top of you.

Your mind, however, is running rampant in all of the ways you think this night could go, and with Sebastian’s large hand splayed across your thigh as he drives the two of you home, you’re fairly positive in your understanding of what your role is going to be.

It’s funny because you’ve been with him for several years now and he still never fails to get your heart racing. Everything about him has you feeling a certain type of way, especially now as you catch shy peeks of his side profile; clenched jaw, ruffled hair, and blazing eyes…

You can’t help but rub your thighs together, a pleasurable tingle starting low in your belly and spreading warmth throughout the rest of your body as Sebastian gives you a look that spells trouble.

He adjusts the hold he has on your thigh, gripping the flesh just a little bit tighter. “Gonna get you home soon, don’t worry,” he says, almost to himself. It has your eyes widening and your heart beating faster because the tone of his voice is almost feral.

Sebastian is not what you would consider rough in bed. He has his moments, where he uses his strength to flip you over or manhandle you into whatever position he wants, but he’s never been the type to fuck you against a wall or anything of the sorts.

And as dominating as he could sometimes be, his softer side more than made up for it. Sweet but deep kisses to your lips, teeth lovingly nipping marks onto the sides of your breasts, hands roaming all over your body with gentle squeezes and caresses, and a body that seldom ran out of stamina making sure your pleasure always comes before his.

His mouth, however… Sebastian’s mouth is the word ‘dirty’ personified. Sinful lips creating words you’d never want your mother to hear, and a tongue that knew every weak spot on your body to leave you shivering in its wake.

In fact, you couldn’t help but remember the last time his mouth was put to use. Twas the night before, actually, where his body was restless and his solution to getting his energy out was sliding down the length of your body with whispered praises, slipping your panties to the side with his pointer finger, and attaching his lips first thing to your clit—

The sound of your name from the very voice of the man you were just fantasizing about interrupts your thoughts. You quickly turn to find that Sebastian already powered off and exited the vehicle and is holding your door open for you, looking at you with slight concern.

He says your name again when you fail to respond, suddenly starstruck.

Sebastian is just and his arms are so and his lips so full and kissable and him—

The next thing you know, the Finn has wrapped his large hands around your waist and is yanking you out of the car, mouth swooping down to meet your eager lips.

He kisses the life out of you, simultaneously slamming the car door shut so he can press you hard against it. The thought that you have any semblance of control right now slips through your rattled brain not unlike the slickness you can feel dripping down your legs.

He was the epitome of domineering, in no mood to let you think you had any say in what he is going to do to you. Tonight is about him needing a release, and the only way he is going to get it is through you.

Or, rather, by him burying himself so deep inside you you wouldn’t be able to walk for days. The thought has his cock throbbing, unable to resist pressing his hips into the heat between your thighs.

The feeling of his dick against your most sensitive spot has you releasing a breathless whine, and then your kisses become harder against his lips, more desperate.

Sebastian bites at your bottom lip, his own rising into a smirk once he feels rather than hears the resulting gasp catch in your throat. He lets one of his hands rise from the grip he has on your ass to slide carefully around your neck, firmly grasping the front of your throat to bring you closer.

The action has you flat-out whimpering, your hands sinking into the winger’s hair, tugging at the strands so hard he hisses. Now, the Finn is no submissive by any means, but never have you seen him so, so… Dominant.

You decide right then and there that you rather like this side of him.

“Sepe,” you try to speak, but the words catch in your throat again as his kisses move from your lips, past his hand still gripping your throat, and down to the sensitive skin of your collarbone. “—I can’t,”

He hums, your pleas merely background noise as he sucks red marks into your skin. “Can’t what? Gonna have to be more specific, nappula,”

Button. Oh, you are so fucked. Literally. His button. He called you his button. His his his.

Unable to take his slow teasing, you tear him away from your neck to bring him back to your eager lips, a desperate sound crawling up your throat as his hands move to bury themselves in your hair.

“Take me to bed, please,”

Sebastian practically melts at your words. Knowing your desperation, he moves his hands back from your hair down to your thighs, tapping once and then twice where you finally got the memo to jump. He curls your legs over his hips, sliding one hand under your ass with the other pressing supportively against the small of your back.

The five-second walk to the front door has the hand previously holding your back trembling as he fumbles with his keys. Finally opening the door after forcing himself to focus, despite the feeling of your mouth leaving teasing nips and kisses, Sebastian mutters a long string of curses as he hurriedly steps into the house, swiftly kicking the door shut behind him.

“Such a fucking tease,” he rasps into your ear, his free hand grasping onto the back of your neck to bring you back to his lips. He kisses you sensually, reveling in the softness of your body molding perfectly against his. “Bet you’ve been waiting for me all night.”

You nod rapidly in agreement, hands trying to find purchase on the smooth lines of his suit so you could begin tearing it off of him. “I’m always wanting you, Sepe,”

Sebastian hisses another curse, and the next thing you know your back is landing softly on the large mattress that is his bed. He gives you no time to gather your thoughts before he’s climbing on top of you. His calloused hands slip under your shirt to remove it, granting him full access to knead at your tits.

The forward kisses you again, tongue tracing lines across your bottom lip before forcefully pushing his way in. You can feel him everywhere and nowhere all at once, a strangled sound escaping your throat as his hips start grinding into the throbbing heat between your legs.

“Seb,” you try, back arching as his hands skillfully move to unclasp your bra. “Oh fuck, Seb, please,”

The sound of your cries has Sebastian grinning wolfishly, your desperation filling him with a sick sense of pride. “Please what?”

Suddenly, you understand his teammates just a little bit more when they would call him a little shit and other various, foul nicknames in front of you.

Clumsily grabbing one of his hands from where it was still massaging your tit, your legs fall open as you press his palm directly over the material of your pants, almost positive they were wet. “Please just touch me, please—”

Your babbling is interrupted when he begins peppering your face with soothing kisses, apologetically rubbing his thumb over your nipple while the other makes its way under your pants and down to your slit, thoroughly soaked with your arousal.

“This all for me?” he coos as two fingers run through your lips, taking the natural lubricant to rub tight circles over your clit. “You’re soaked, kisu.”

The resulting mewl that escapes you afterwards lives up to the name he just called you. Kitty.

Sebastian watches your reactions with hooded eyes, taking note of the way your breath hitches when he rubs your clit a certain way; he knows the ins and outs of your body by now, but every time you have sex there is still something new to learn, and there is nothing Sebastian is if not eager to learn. He’s particularly fond of the way you arch into him as he sinks two fingers inside you, grinning as you cry out while the calloused pads of his fingertips curl against the spongy wall of nerves nestled near the front of your walls.

With panting breaths and strangled moans, your thighs shake as his thumb finds its way back to your clit and rubs it in circles the same way his fingers are doing inside you. Your stomach feels as if it’s in knots, hands gripping the sheets beneath you so hard they’ve gone numb, and your mind is blissfully blank except for the repetitive thought of more more more.

You echo this sentiment to him, to which he merely picks up the pace in response. It’s almost too much but a good too much, like the peak of your pleasure is just climbing higher and higher, almost impossible to reach but you can feel it right there—

Suddenly, all pleasurable movements stop. You snap your head up, aghast, cheeks flushed with arousal and now irritation because were were so fucking close and now all you’re left with is a disappointed burn between your legs. “Sebastian, what the actual fuck,”

The very man himself licks his lips, looking all too pleased with the way you’re relying on him to help you finish. “Patience,” is all he says, flashing you a shiny smile before skilled hands are sliding the rest of your pants and underwear down your legs. Instinctively your legs try to close at the feel of cold air hitting your pussy, but Sebastian is having none of it as he swiftly pries your thighs back apart.

“Shy?” He teases, stroking your inner thigh before pulling his shirt off his head. You have a reply prepared, but quickly lose your train of thought as his torso is revealed; Sebastian is all hard planes of muscle, golden skin with a light dusting of body hair, and so distinctly male he has you practically drooling as you reach out to trail your hands down his chest.

“You’re beautiful,” you breathe, wrapping your arms around his waist to bring his body down on top of yours. You want, no, need him close to you. While your veins were still full of liquid fire, your nerves so hot that every brush of his skin against yours left you quaking, there is still a certain amount of intimacy that could always be found within your actions towards each other.

A certain intimacy that leads to whispered praises like these; Sebastian flushes, momentarily forgetting the role he vowed to take after the agony that had been wreaking havoc in his mind since his team’s loss. “Kulta,” he says, breath hitching as he presses his lips to your neck to taste the light sheen of sweat covering your skin. He kisses your body like you are his shrine, sworn to you in utter devotion. “Kaunis tyttöni.”

My beautiful girl. Every word from that point onward tumbles past his lips in Finnish, because in what other way can he describe the beauty you encapsulate? You are an angel, after all, his angel, in fact, and his only. With his hands settling on the curves of your waist to further cement his point, he continues his assault on your neck with teeth and tongue all while he grinds his covered dick against your bare pussy.

“Sebastian?”

“Yeah?”

“Fuck me, please,”

And just like that, the indescribable need to claim claim claim takes over his body once more. His eyes darken, the lust swallowing his senses moving him to quickly strip the slacks he wore off his legs, and then he reaches into his boxers to pull out his dick.

You could never get over the sight of his cock, you think momentarily as you stare, mesmerized by the flushed head and leaking tip. He took on more girth than length, and to you it’s nothing less than perfect because Sebastian is the only man who has ever gotten you to the point where you’re unable to walk the next day.

Maybe that speaks more of his knowledge of the female anatomy compared to your exes, but nonetheless you’re grateful.

You bite your lip, one of your hands falling from his back to reach down and take his erection in your hand. Sebastian hisses through his teeth at the feeling of you gripping him, and watches for a moment as you stroke him almost gently.

“I’m going to need you to stop that,” he speaks, a groan following right after before he quickly swats your hand away.

You frown, a slight pout on your lips. “Why?”

“Because I’m going to come in two minutes like a teenager if you keep it up, kisu.”

“Well when you say it like that—”

You’re interrupted by Sebastian slamming your lips back together, your words gone just as quickly as they’d come. Oh, how you could kiss him for ages and never be sick of it. You say this to him, or at least attempt to, before his hand not buried in your hair finds its way back down to your clit and rubs rather roughly.

“Want to taste you,” he mumbles, drunk on the sight of you under him as he lines up his dick with your entrance. “Want to taste you so bad. But I need to be inside you first,”

You try to respond, but then Sebastian is kissing you again right as the head of his cock pushes its way into your cunt. It burns, but a good burn because you would never be used to his size and the feel of him sliding deeper sets all your nerve endings on fire. You’re forced to adjust quickly, and something about him not caring if you’re ready or not has you dripping.

“Oh fuck,” you whine, restless hands weaving through his hair and all over his back, refusing to settle. You didn’t know what to do with yourself, too consumed with how good it felt being stretched to lie still beneath him. “Feels so good, Seb,”

“Yeah?” he huffs into your ear, hot breaths against your skin sending shivers down your spine. “God, you’re perfect,” Sebastian groans, his hips suddenly snapping forward. The angle has him hitting the sweet spot inside you perfectly, your walls clamping down tight around him which sends you both spiraling.

You cry out as he begins moving, the strength behind the force of his thrusts staggering because very rarely did he lose control with you. Sebastian tends to treat you like priceless jewelry, but you’re anything but tonight as his teeth sink into your neck to muffle his moans.

His pubic bone rubs against your clit deliciously every time his hips come down, and you couldn’t help but try and tilt your own upwards to match him. Sebastian clearly appreciates your efforts, hissing something that sounds distinctively like a curse.

Past the ringing in your ears, you can hear him muttering to himself. His eyes are squeezed shut against the rolling tides of pleasure coursing through his body, but his mouth is anything but closed. Then his head is lifting suddenly, hair now slick with sweat hanging over his eyes as he looks down at you.

“I need you to come around me,” he says, voice nothing more than a rasp. “Want to feel you squeezing me.”

“Please,” you interrupt, but he either doesn’t hear your plea or chooses to ignore you.

“Then I’m going to taste you, and when you come I’m going to fuck you again.”

Your head is nodding rapidly at his words because there is zero part of you that ever wants him to stop. It was almost primitive the way he was taking you, and you maybe liked it a little more than you should.

Sebastian picks up the pace, and you find yourself thankful - not for the first time - for his insane amount of stamina. The strength conditioning he goes through on a daily basis makes you wonder how he doesn’t just die, but nonetheless you can’t help but appreciate it.

His hands find their way under your back in the midst of your appreciative thoughts, settled on your lower back just above your ass, when he tilts your hips up and his cock strikes the sensitive, spongy spot inside you head-on. It has you keening loudly, uncontrollably—one of your hands previously gripping the sheets jerkily moves to cover your mouth, your own noises embarrassing you.

He doesn’t notice at first, too busy moving his hips in the same pattern as before because he enjoys the way you grip him like a vice, your body’s way of telling him he’s doing a good job, but when he sees you trying to muffle your noises he instantly grows possessive.

Possessive of you, your noises, because in his feral mind everything about you belongs to him and Sebastian doesn’t want you ever holding yourself back. Your name falls from his lips darkly, “You don’t hide yourself from me,” one of his hands drags yours from your mouth, the other splaying across your lower back to keep your body in the same position.

You try to apologize, but your breath escapes you when his hand slides itself down your body, brushing past one of your nipples, then dipping into your navel where his fingers once again find your swollen clit. He rubs quickly, dick ramming into you even faster than before.

Now more than ever Sebastian wants you to come undone beneath him, and soon he gets his wish as the calloused pads of his fingertips roll your clit in time with one, two, and then on the third thrust your entire body seizes.

Tensing, clenching, shuddering—your eyes flutter as your vision goes white, and you feel nothing except for wave after wave of overwhelming pleasure rushing through you. Vaguely, you feel what you think is Sebastian gently continuing his ministrations on your clit in time with slow thrusts, helping you ride out the waves of your orgasm.

Then your eyes are opening after what feels like hours but had really only been minutes of you going still. You tense again, this time with sensitivity rather than pleasure, and he reads your body perfectly as he slides out of you, removing his fingers from your clit at the same time.

You come to a realization then, “Wait, you didn’t come,” you murmur, and Sebastian has a mischievous sparkle in his eye that makes you think he held himself back on purpose. You’re proven right when he suddenly slides down your body, hands prying your thighs apart before settling on your hips, holding you open like his very own buffet.

He lets out a long sound, like he still can’t believe you’re right here in front of him, and then his mouth is meeting the slick folds of your pussy. The timespan between your first orgasm and him now feasting on you has your mind reeling, blissfully going numb as his warm, wet tongue licks into you.

“Sepe,” you whine, having not yet decided if you could handle another orgasm so close to your last. He parrots your name back, the vibrations from his voice rumbling pleasantly. “You can take it,” he coos, hooded eyes watching your face as his lips now fully latch onto your clit. He sucks, steadily picking up the intensity until your thighs are shaking uncontrollably.

He doesn’t stop, not as your cries grow louder and you subconsciously try squirming away from him. He just holds your hips down, anyways. As his tongue joins the mix, dipping down to flick at your nub suctioned in between his lips, one of his hands moves down to dip two fingers into your folds.

Sebastian groans at your wet heat enveloping his digits, already greedy for the feeling of you squeezing his dick again. Then he starts thrusting his finger, timing it with the flicks of his tongue, and then you’re coming all over again. “There you go, such a good girl for me,” he praises as your pussy spasms, eagerly lapping up your juices like you’re his favorite meal.

Oh god. You are officially fucked-out. You definitely have a bad case of sex-for-brains. You can’t think beyond the sensitivity of your overwhelmed nether regions, and yet as Sebastian crawls up your body for the third time you can’t help but have your legs fall open to welcome him.

This is new for him, too. Sebastian’s endurance is extraordinary, yes, but he never really let himself use it to his full extent with you. Now, though? He wants to explore the thrill of dominance, of controlling you when everything else in his life slips through his fingers.

Against his will, he thinks of his team for a moment. It’s still too raw of a feeling, he finds, hating the way disappointment and frustration bubbles up inside him. Sebastian swallows roughly, squeezes his eyes shut as if that would help block out the sound of the final buzzer ringing in his ears, and then kisses you to distract himself.

As he lines himself back up with your entrance, you both find that the energized tension between you has cooled significantly. Sebastian is less restless and jerky with his movements, and your desperation has cooled as your legs wrap around his waist. He whimpers into your neck, then, his arms curling under your back to press your bodies even closer together.

Your roles switch, and you whisper sweet and dirty nothings into Sebastian’s ear as his hips roll into you. The head of his cock scratches that delicious part inside of you, and soon your words turn into gasps which are music to his ears. One thrust has you squeezing him particularly hard, and his rhythm stutters. “Fuck, you feel amazing,”

His lips form into an o-shape, and suddenly he finds that his high is coming (hah) much quicker than expected. He expresses such, or thinks he does, because all you do is moan in response when his thrusts pick up speed.

He wants to send you into your third orgasm before letting go himself, and even though Sebastian has been rather selfish tonight, one thing that would never change is that your pleasure would always come before his—no matter what.

“Gonna come for me?” Sebastian teases, lips managing to curl into a brief smirk before you’re squeezing him again, wiping it right off his face. “Yeah? Look so pretty taking my cock, baby,”

“I’m close,”

“I know. Let go for me.”

And let go you do. You seize up, not for the first time tonight, before shuddering with full force in the wake of your third release. Your vision goes white in time with the ringing of your ears as you’re consumed in it, feeling too much but also not enough at the same time because your boyfriend is a force you could never get sick of.

Your walls are squeezing Sebastian like a vice, and it only takes him a few more thrusts as you ride out your orgasm before he’s falling into his own. He groans from deep in his chest, arms shakily moving to rest on either side of your head as he buries his own in your neck.

He sinks his teeth into your shoulder as his dick pulses inside you, pumping you full of his cum while you shudder beneath him. It fills Sebastian with a primal sense of satisfaction, knowing he’s claimed you from the inside out.

You’re his, still repeats itself in his mind on repeat, until both of your bodies are spent and he’s rolling off of you exhaustedly. You’re still panting when he turns to look at you, and without hesitation he pulls you into his chest so you can rest your tired body against his.

It takes you a few minutes until you can muster the energy to move, and when you do it’s to tilt your head up to look up at him. You murmur his name, quietly, lest you disturb the fragile peace the two of you find yourselves in. “Sepe?”

“Mhmm?”

“Do you feel better?” It’s a loaded question, you both know, and he takes a few minutes to think about it.

Sebastian’s body feels better, yes. It’s limp, relaxed, the achy tension long-gone from his muscles. The moment he first sank into you he felt immensely better, actually, now that he thinks about it.

His mind, however, is a completely different story.

Colors of red, orange, and blue flash behind his eyes; the colors of his jersey and the opposing team’s, with the haunting sound of the final buzzer still playing in his memory. He thinks of the anger, of his teammates’ faces as they marched defeatedly into the locker room.

No, he thinks with sudden clarity. No, he doesn’t feel better. Sebastian doesn’t say this though; it probably isn’t the answer you want to hear, considering how you explored a new aspect of your relationship tonight.

You know, though. You always know—Sebastian is your better half, and you can understand him more than your own self sometimes, now being one of those moments.

“I love you,” you say after several minutes of silence. Your declaration - the first of the night, he suddenly realizes - says everything he needs to know, about how you feel for him and that he has your support no matter what.

Sebastian swallows, finding that his throat is parched. Lying naked under the sheets, vulnerable and oh-so-exposed, he lowers his head to kiss you sweetly. You mold together softly, and a low rumble can be felt from his chest as you gently nip at his bottom lip.

He is a man of few words, preferring to show his feelings with actions rather than words and this just happened to be one of those moments. He loves you so much, more than words can describe, his lips say, before they gently part from yours.

You admire him in his full glory before he opens his mouth to speak. His hair is incredibly ruffled, from both your hands and the game he played, his full lips swollen red from your kisses, and his eyes have a light sheen to him that suggest he’s more emotional than letting on.

Sebastian raises a hand to your cheek, large yet gentle palm caressing the soft skin as he gazes at you like you’re precious porcelain. “I love you,”

Your lips break into a small smile, and then you’re curling farther into his chest. You’re far too comfortable to move, figuring aftercare in the bathtub can come later. For now, you’re content; your body is sated, and with his cum dripping down your legs you’ve never felt so full with love.

Sebastian knows he has hell to face tomorrow morning. He knows it, but doesn’t really care. For now, in the peaceful silence of his room with only the gentle sounds of your breaths to keep him company, he chooses to forget.

He’s only one man, after all. He can’t carry his team, but he can carry you.

A/N: This is the first time I've written in present tense, which was actually a lot harder than I thought because I kept using past tense action verbs 💀 it was a fun challenge though!! Hopefully my parents never ask me what exactly it is that I write about because. Uh. Yeah. Once again, please reblog and comment :))

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can you write a little sis fanfic about them going skating together or one where they all go on a bike ride and y/n gets hurt

Skating Accident

Sturniolo Little Sister (SLS) x The Sturniolo Triplets

“SLS/N, Hurry up!” Nick yells from downstairs.

“Shut the fuck up! I’m coming!” I yelled back, frantically searching my room for my beanie. It was the special one where my ponytail could come out of the top.

After climbing on the floor under my bed, I finally found it. I then sprinted downstairs, grabbing my skates from the closet by the front door. I then rushed out the front door and locked it.

Hoping into the back seat next to Nick, I chucked my skates in the trunk, slightly out of breath from my frantic search.

“It’s about damn time slow poke!” Matt says, reversing before I even put my seat belt on.

I roll my eyes at him then turn my head to Chris.

“Remember what you promised. You said you were gonna teach me to skate backwards.” I told my brother, reminding him of the deal we made on the couch last night.

“I will I promise!” He said, holding up his pinky finger.

I interlocked my finger with his, pinky swearing.

-

The rink was empty when we walked inside. Nick paid while Matt, Chris, and I began to walk to the edge of the rink to put our skates on.

Matt threw their sticks down and quickly laced up his skates, hoping in the ice and skating around, stick in hand, puck on the floor.

I was having a bit of trouble however.

My skate laces were all jacked up and I was struggling to get them untied.

Chris must have noticed because he walked over and kneeled in front of me.

“C’mere kiddo.” He said, beginning to to work on my skate.

I nervously bit my nails while he worked. I’ve never been as good as a skater as my brothers, and for some odd reason, I was scared of embarrassing myself.

“There you go kid.” He said, Patting my leg, then standing up. He threw his own skates on, then grabbed my hand and helped me out onto the ice.

“Hey SLS/N!? You need a little kid walker?!” Matt yelled, he and Nick giggling at my unbalanced approach onto the ice.

I flicked up off, nearly falling in the process, which only made them laugh even harder.

Chris grabbed my hands and steadied me. I leaned into him as he started to skate backwards, pulling me with him.

- I was fine skating forwards, but backwards was a whole different story.

We went around the rink a couple of times, just skating and talking. Matt and Nick would join us in the occasional loop.

But then Chris turned me around and started pulling me backwards.

“CHRIS-“ I began to say, but he quickly cut me off with reassurance.

“You’re fine sis, I’m right here if you fall.” He said, still guiding me backwards.

I tried to take deep breaths as he began teaching me. He showed me how my skates were supposed to go in and out, kinda like noodles.

Once I got the hang of it, Matt, Nick, and Chris hooped and hollered, hyping me up. I felt my face light up with glee as I began to feel more and more confident.

But then Chris let go of my waist.

Panic immediately flooded me, as I couldn’t stop myself. Completely forgot everything Chris had taught me and made my legs go stiff.

Just as I feel my self start to slip and the ground got closer, strong arms caught me around the waist.

“I told you I’m right here.” Chris said, smiling down at me.

I let out a sigh of relief, no longer scared of hitting the ground.

Matt skated over to me and grabbed my hand, helping me get back in my feet. The both held my hands as we went back to skating around the rink.

-

“Who wants to race?!” Matt yelled excitedly. Chris and I lined up next to him, as Nick insisted that he should be the ref.

Again, I was fine with skating forward, it’s the backwards part that gets me.

As Nick blew the imaginary whistle, we took off, Matt easily blowing past Chris and I.

It was a tie for second as Chris and I touched the wall, already yelling about who one.

“Just rematch for second time place!” Nick yelled, interrupting our banter.

Chris and I lined up again, then bolted at the sound of Nicks fake whistle.

I easily got ahead this time, glancing back as I left Chris in the dust.

But when I turned around, I found myself heading face first into the ice. I flung my hands out to catch me, lading in my wrist and feeling a sharp pop and then a stabbing sensation in my wrist.

“Oh FUCK!” I cried out, rolling in to my side, clutching my arm in agony. The tears were falling from my eyes as my brother skated over to me.

“Holy shit- that’s a broken wrist. We need to go.” Matt said, as he was the first one to my side.

He scooped up my shaking, sobbing body and skated as fast as he could off the ice, Nick and Chris close behind.

-

Chris carried me into the ER due to my lack of shoes, seeing that it would be faster if he just scooped me up and ran rather then take the time to put my shoes on.

My wrist hurt so fucking had, I could barely think strait. Tears were still racking my body as Nick checked me in at the front desk.

We got lucky, the wait was only 10 minutes. But for every second of the time, I was sobbing into Chris’s chest.

“He rubbed up and down my arm, whispering soft reassurances into my ears.

-

After an overly long ER visit and a hard cast later, we were finally heading home.

I was laying down in the back, my head resting on Nick’s lap as he gently played with my hair.

I sighed in content as the pain slowly drifted away as I fell asleep.

I was thinking ab doing a pt 2 for this, yeah? Like they take care of her. What do yall think?

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[emsdevs]

requesting a jack drury blurb where you and him have a daughter that absolutely despises hockey + jack is sad about it because that’s his only kid and he wanted to raise another hockey player🫶

a/n: here you go nonnie 🧡 I’m not the most familiar with Jack Drury, but I hope you still like it!

Jack had always thought that when he became a father, he’d get to have a little mini-me to teach about hockey. He thought they’d be able to bond over it, getting on the ice together and giggling about failed shots. When he did finally have a daughter, he was so ready for that to become his reality, but by the time she was big enough to learn to skate, he had to come to the harsh realization that wouldn’t be happening.

Evelyn was his pride and joy from the moment you gave birth to her, and as much as he loves you, Jack knew he’d never love anyone the way he loves his little Evie. He introduced into his world as much as he could, but as she got older, she decided she hated hockey. Unfortunately for Jack, that never really went away.

Now, he was dealing with a teenager who not only complained every time she had to attend one of his games but also left the room any time the topic of hockey came up. He didn’t understand what brought this hatred on, but it did break his heart. She was his babygirl, his only child. He wanted to share this important piece of his life with her, but it turns into an argument every time he tries. He had told you many times how he felt like Evie hated him, not the sport, and your heart breaks just the same every time. You’ve encouraged him to just have a conversation with her, but he swears it would just make it worse.

Tonight, Jack has a home, a rather important one considering it could determine Carolina’s playoff eligibility. He wants Evie to be there. You know he does, but you also know Evie will put up a fight. When that fight does happen, just after Jack wakes up from his pre game nap, it’s intense. After hearing her bedroom door slam, you try to comfort Jack, and when you think enough time has passed, you make him go talk to her in her room.

“Evie,” he knocks on her door quietly, “can I come in sweetie? I think we should talk.” He hears a muffled response from his daughter and takes it as the okay to come in. “Is there a specific reason you don’t want to come to my games? I’m not gonna make you go. I just wanna try to fix this.”

“It’s dumb,” Evelyn trails off, not sure she’s ready to let her dad in.

“I swear I won’t think it’s dumb. If it’s affecting you this much, it’s important to me.”

The girl sighs, “I just- Hockey takes you from me.” She says it so softly he’s not sure he heard her correctly. After noticing his questioning look, she continues, “You were gone all the time. You missed so much, and I remember so many birthdays where my only wish was to see you. Not celebrate with you a few days before or after. I wanted to see you on my birthday, but that rarely ever happened, and it’s still rare. I feel like you’ve missed out on so much of my life, and it’s all because of hockey. So why would I support that sport when it steals you away from me.”

Jack can feel his heart break seeing his daughter cry, especially knowing he’s the cause of those tears. “Oh sweetheart, all you had to do was tell me. That’s why I’ve always pushed you into learning more about hockey. I know I have to devote a lot of time to my job, and I hate it as much as you do. Please never think that I enjoy not being here for you or your mom. That’s why I’ve always tried to bring you into the hockey world though. I thought it would be a good way for us to bond, to make up for the time I have to miss.”

“We can bond in other ways, Dad.”

“You’re right, and I should’ve thought of that. I’ll tell you what. You pick new ways for us to spend time together. I’ll do whatever you ask, as long as you come to my games more often. I need my lucky charm there.”

“I’m your lucky charm?”

“Yeah, kiddo. At the very first game you went to I got a hat trick. You’ve been my lucky charm ever since.”

“I guess you haven’t been very lucky lately then huh?” She looks down at her lap.

“I’m doing okay. I’d just be doing better if you were there,” he chuckles, trying to lighten the mood.

“Okay. I can do that.”

“Yeah?” His heart swells with hope.

“Yeah. I’ll go to games as long as I can pick bonding activities,” she holds her hand up for a pinkie promise, just like they used to when she was little.

“That sounds good,” he connects his pinkie with hers, happy they seemed to work everything out.

[duckymcdoorknob]

dUCKY HI ITS ANON PALM LONG TIME NO SEE >:3

o saw you’re into blue lock now :33333 can we have some Isagi x reader in time for Valentine’s Day

THANKYOU

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It’s so good to hear from you again!! I hope you enjoyed your holiday!!

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This is gonna be my own AU. Blue Lock happened and everyone is all happy and friends and yay and they all happen to go to the same school ok

Word count: 3.5k

The freshly fallen snow is always a wonderful sight to behold. Wintertime adorns the trees with white, twinkling powder, bringing forth the sounds of crunching ice and giggling kiddos. What winter also brings is the skin-nipping, unbearable cold.

Granted, the cold can be a wonderful experience. Snowball fights, ice skating, warm drinks and cookies, snuggling up with your closest people, fluffy blankets, and cozy scarves are all to be had.

However, for you, the cold is an enemy you try to fight. You always insist that you’re not cold, opting to be outdoors without a coat or any sort of winter gear. Hell, Kunigami looked at you sideways the first time you met. You were dressed in short sleeves despite being able to see your breath in the air.

Every winter goes the same way: you refuse to acknowledge the dropping temperatures, and Isagi waits for the inevitable, “okay… maybe I am cold…”

He knows it will happen; it happens every year without fail. In the twelve years that Yoichi Isagi has known you, there has never once been a winter in which you survive your cold strike.

He can’t help but smile, knowing that this year will not be any different.

The sky yawns a beautiful cerulean, the golden sunlight illuminating the fresh snow that crunches beneath your feet as you walk. Upon arriving at school, you notice Chigiri and Kunigami chatting idly at an outdoor table. The redhead rests his chin on his palm, a soft smile on his face as he listens to every word the other says to him.

“Hey, mind if I cut in?” you hum, causing the two to look at you.

“Always,” Chigiri hums, scooting a bit closer to Kunigami to make space for you. He instantly leans toward him more, his head on the taller male’s shoulder. “My God, you’re like a space heater.”

Kunigami chuckles, opening his arm and allowing the redhead to slot in against his side. “There. You warmed up now, princess?”

“I won’t hesitate to bite you, you oaf.” The words from Chigiri’s lips hold so much venom, but the sigh of relief that leaves him gives away his true feelings.

You chuckle, exhaling in satisfaction as a hit of winter wind bites your skin. Your eyes close, a peaceful smile on your lips.

“You aren’t cold, (N/N)?” Kunigami’s soft voice breaks your tranquil moment.

“Mm mnh,” you answer. “I am absolutely, positively, 100%-“

“-cold.”

A familiar chiming voice cuts off your sentence, the sound of snow crunching alongside the gentle giggles of your seated friends causes you to perk up. “Ha-Ha, you’re soooo funny, Yoichi,” you grumble.

Isagi only hums as he walks up to you with a smile. A warm drink was soon placed into your hand, and you take notice of all of the winter gear he was wearing. You chuckle, rising to your feet and tracing a finger over his gloved hand.

“You’re decked out like there’s been a blizzard. It’s barely 10°C (50°F),” you say with a scoff, pulling his beanie over his eyes.

“Agh! Hey, you little-!” Isagi pulls his beanie up with an eye roll. “10°C is COLD, thank you very much. Some of us aren’t human space heaters either.”

“No need to be so grouchy. I have another arm,” Kunigami cuts in.

Isagi shoots him a glare, frowning lips hidden by a large scarf. “That’s not what I- ugh. Are you idiots ready to go?”

“Not yet,” Chigiri murmurs, still squished against Kunigami’s side. “Bachira isn’t here yet.”

“When have we ever waited for him?” you argue with a murmur, plopping back down on the seat of the table. “He’ll be late to his own funeral, I swear.”

Before anyone can respond, Bachira’s chirping voice calls out to the four of you. He wears a huge smile as he runs through the field of white beneath his feet. “Hiiiiiii guys! Good morning! Can you believe how much snow we got last night?!”

“Good morning, Bachira,” Chigiri hums. “Glad to see you’ve actually dressed appropriately for the cold this time, unlike someone…” he turns to you with a cocky smile, and you only stick your tongue out at him.

“Oh, yeah! It’s real chilly out today, isn’t it? I can totally see my breath in the air. Lookie lookie!” Almost instantly, the golden-eyed boy exhales audibly, his breath condensating in the open air.

You and the others smile at him, with Isagi slinging an arm around his shoulder.

“(N/N), it’s cold! What are you not wearing?” Bachira asks with a pout.

“What do you mean?! I’m perfectly content the way that I-“ a gust of subzero wind blows harshly against your body. All of the hairs on your arms stand up as you quite literally freeze on the spot. “am…”

“Like I said, I have another arm. Princess here seems perfectly content to be- OUCH! DID YOU SERIOUSLY JUST BITE ME?!”

“I tried to warn you.”

You huff, flexing your fingers as a shiver wracks your body. You shake your arms a few times, trying to brush it away. You will NOT concede; this year is going to be your-

“Scoot over,” Isagi orders.

You oblige, creating less space between you and Chigiri, who seems perfectly content to be warming up the way he is. Isagi sits down next to you, mirroring Kunigami’s earlier action. Almost instantly, you lean into his body, clinging onto his jacket with an annoyed huff.

“Honestly, (N/N), you need to take better care of yourself. It’s okay to admit that you’re cold,” Yoichi murmurs, rubbing your arm with his hand. “You’ll catch your death if you don’t start dressing properly.”

“I’m not cold,” you rebut petulantly.

“And I don’t play soccer.”

“That’s not fair. I’m not cold!”

“You’re practically melting into his side there,” Bachira coos, coming behind you and rubbing your shoulders teasingly. “If you’re not cold, there must be a different reason you’re leaning into him so much~!” He giggles as you shoot him a glare as icy as the ground.

You roll your eyes, leaning into Isagi more. Luckily, the newfound warmth on your face helped to fight the winter’s cold, and it seemed that Yoichi had no protest to having you so close to him… No, no, don’t be delusional.

“Well, I for one am ready to get out of this weather. Shall we head inside?” Chigiri’s voice sounds over your impending inner monologue.

“Huh- wh- yeah! Yeah. Let’s go inside,” you hum, not making any effort to move away from your personal heater.

“Seems like we were both lying through our teeth I guess,” the redhead hums, having not moved an inch either.

You giggle, gasping with an exaggerated pout as Isagi moves to stand up. He offers you two gloved hands, which you happily take and help yourself stand. When the action was done, he keeps one hand interlocked with yours, claiming it’s “to keep you warm.” All you can really think is that Yoichi is holding your hand.

Soon, everyone is up on their feet. Isagi and Kunigami walk on your left, talking ecstatically about an intense soccer game that they had either watched or played in—you aren’t quite paying attention.

Bachira and Chigiri are to your right. Chigiri’s listening fondly to the half blonde telling him horror stories of his times in the kitchen. Again, you’re not really paying attention. (However, you did catch Kunigami sneaking glances at Chigiri, smiling like an idiot whenever he would so much as laugh at something.)

Your mind is a mess as you walk, focused on how touchy Isagi has been today so far. You absentmindedly squeeze his hand, leaning against his shoulder when he does it back. From an outsider’s point of view, it would look like the two of you are- WOAH! WOAAAAAH! PAUSE! Get your head screwed on right, (Y/N)!

All things considered, you can’t help but smile as you walk with them to class.

By the end of the day, the temperature has only seemed to drop more. You instantly cringe as the permafrost brushes against your skin. This doesn’t go unnoticed by Yoichi. He frowns, slipping his hand into yours once again, as if it were second nature, as if it were a totally natural, knee-jerk reaction.

“Come on, (N/N), let’s go find everyone else, okay?” he hums softly, rubbing his thumb over the base of your own. “I swear, you’d freeze to death without me here.”

You only can follow after him, focusing on how soft his touch is…

When you catch up to Kunigami and Chigiri, you’re all waiting on Bachira… again… The two shoot each other a smirking side-eye when they notice your interwound hands. You look at them with a poorly hidden, dopey grin, yourself shaking your head slightly in disbelief.

“So, you giving in yet, (N/N)?” Kunigami asks you with a soft chuckle. “You’re looking pre-tty cold there.”

“Nope. I’m not cold!” you hum, despite the shivering state of your body.

“They have me to thank for that,” Isagi cuts in, squeezing your hand slightly.

At that moment, Bachira does what he does best and somehow spawns behind the two of you. He drapes himself over the two of you, leaning against your backs with his arms around your shoulders. “Ohoho! Isagiiii~! You sly dog! Holding their hand so publicly?! You’ve got guts, man!”

You just about jump out of your skin from the sudden voice. You turn your head around with a patient smile choosing to ignore his teasing comment. “Hi, Bachira. How was your test?”

“Ughh soooooo boring! I finished it in like five minutes, so I had almost an hour of free time. The field is totally covered in snow. I had enough time to build a snowman!” Before either of you can protest, you and Yoichi are dragged along together, due to your interlocked hands, with Kunigami and Chigiri following close behind.

The half-blonde’s snowman is a… sight to behold. the sticks for the arms are far too large, and he had stuck butter crackers into it for the eyes, blueberries for the mouth and buttons. You want to ask why there’s one missing from the mouth, but amidst his jabbering, he notes that a bird came by and snatched it up before he could stop it.

“It’s… something,” Kunigami mumbles.

“Isn’t it awesome?! It makes me feel like a kid again,” Bachira hums, dropping onto his back and making an angel in the snow. “We haven’t been able to just play like this in such a long time. Oh! I miss being so young and carefree~!”

“He does have a good point…” Chigiri mumbles. With the tie on his wrist, he pulls back his long red hair, tucking it under his hat. He lays down in the snow next to the half-blonde, chuckling softly at the Cheshire grin he’s met with.

“Join usssss!” Bachira chirps, beaming the remaining three of you a close-eyed smile. “It’s so fun!”

You want to protest, but Kunigami shrugs with a soft grin, joining Bachira and Chigiri in the snow. Yoichi only rolls his eyes. “You’re all children.”

“You too can be a child for the price of one snow angel!” Bachira chirps in reply.

“No way. I’m not getting all snowy.”

“See, you claim that. But, can you really be sure?” Chigiri hums innocently.

“Whatever you’re thinking, stop thinking it right now.”

“I’m not thinking anything. You’re just on edge for noooo reason,” the redhead says with a chuckle.

“Hyoma-“

“Yoichi-“

The two are interrupted by a sharp battle cry by Bachira. He jumps to his feet and tries to pull Isagi down into the snow, but the bluenette only dodges effortlessly. You watch with a fond smile as the two work the snowy field like an empty soccer pitch.

“You two are so totally obvious,” Kunigami teases. He stands up and offers a hand to Chigiri, who takes it with a smile. “You’re such a cute couple.”

“W-What?! We aren’t-“

“(Y/N),” the two say simultaneously, giving you an exasperated look.

Before you can argue, you notice that Isagi’s hat slipped off his head in the midst of the “fight.” You quickly rush over to retrieve it. When you bend down to pick it up, you hear rushing footsteps behind you. Within seconds, a huge mound of snow fell atop of your head and down the back of your shirt.

Your body instantly seizes up, and you whip around with dangerous, wide eyes. “W-Who th-the hell d-did i-it?” you stutter, body turning to total ice. “I-I’m go-gonna fr-eak-king k-k-kill-“

“Oh God, (Y/N)!” You had never heard such fear in Yoichi’s voice before. His hands instantly find your shoulders, brushing the snow off of you. He looks at you with concern while Bachira looks at you with immense guilt. “You stay here. I’ve got stuff in my bag for you.”

“W-W-Why d-do yo-ou-?”

“You always swear you’re not cold, but I know you, (N/N). Every year, without fail, you tell me you’re cold. What kind of man would I be if I wasn’t prepared for when you finally admit it?”

The comment leaves you dizzy, and your heart starts to pound. You barely register him calling for Chigiri and Kunigami until they’re standing at your side. The three boys don’t hesitate to start wiping the snow off of you, with Kunigami’s warm hands getting the powder out from the inside of your shirt. His hands gently brush along the skin of your back.

“Hey, g-guys, uh-“ you mumble.

The three look at you with confusion as you watch Isagi rush to grab his things.

“Is Yoichi… um seeing anybody?”

Everyones’ hands halt when your words register. They all rush to stand in front of you, looking at you in confusion.

Bachira giggles sweetly. “Yeah! He sees us all every day!” He teases sarcastically, knowing fully well what you mean.

“No, no, I mean like… is he dating anybody?”

The half-blonde looks at you dumbfounded, as if you had just spoken to him in a foreign language. “Wait, what? You’re not messing with us? You actually mean that-“

“Why are you all looking at me like that?!” you ask in exasperation.

“(Y/N), are you two not dating already?!” Bachira asks, genuinely shocked.

You feel your breath stop in your lungs. This is news to you for sure. Were you two actually together, and you didn’t even realize it? There’s no way! “You’re screwing with me, right? Yoichi does not like me like th-“

“(N/N), he’s literally running to get you the hat, gloves, and scarf he’s kept in his bag since I’ve known him,” Chigiri deadpans.

“Right. And, truth be told, no guy would be so touchy with someone he doesn’t like,” Kunigami notes.

“You guys are-“

“That’s different,” Bachira hums. “We give you hugs because you’re our friend. We don’t do it because we like-like you; at least, I don’t.”

“That’s right, friends. Friends are pretty touchy with each other!” you try desperately to argue.

“(Y/N)…” Kunigami murmurs. “He literally held your hand earlier for at least fifteen minutes. Plus, he let you lean on him when you were cold.”

“You let Chigiri do that!” you whine. “He was all snuggled up into your side earlier, and you two aren’t-“

The two look at one another, sighing, then back at you, locking their hands together with eyes half-lidded. They look at you as if you’re stupid, waiting for it to click.

Your defensiveness sobers as you relax a bit. “Oh.”

The two chuckle, with Chigiri rolling his eyes. “I mean, even Bachira put it together.”

“Hey! I’m so much smarter than you give me credit for,” the half-blonde whines.

“Says the guy who thought putting butter crackers in an open field was wise,” you rebut.

“I won’t hesitate to shove more snow down your back, (N/N).” His voice somehow drops to a deadly serious one, only in a matter of seconds. “You’re in for a rude awakening if you think I’m kidding.”

You hold your hands up in defense. “Woah there, calm down, Tiger. I’m trying to warm up, not get more cold.”

“Ha! So you admit it,” Isagi’s voice finally sounds. His breath condensates in the air as he huffs and puffs, clearly having run faster than he had all day. “Here, don’t move.”

“I can put it on mys-“

“No way. I can’t trust you to do anything for yourself. It took getting snow dumped down your back for you to finally admit you might be affected by the weather.” Yoichi takes off his glove and takes hold of your hand. “I mean, seriously! Your hands are like ice for crying out loud!”

You can’t help but smile softly, deep down loving being fussed over by him. The bluenette mumbles out an angry ramble at you, carefully dressing you in the winter gear.

“I keep telling you to dress warm, (N/N), but nooooo,” “You never ever want to listen to me.” He places a scarf around your neck, securing it into the collar of your shirt. “It’s like the universe planned for you to get totally frozen to teach you a lesson.”

You watch intently as he takes your hand, sliding a glove on it. He holds the other glove in between his teeth as he continues to mumble about how you’re “being irresponsible with your health,” and how you’re “gonna end up sick,” and how he “hates how whiny you are when you’re sick.” Both gloves are now on, and he shrugs his coat off, wrapping it around you and pulling your arms through it. He zips it up with a huff.

Finally, he grabs the hat he brought and places it on your head. He pulls it down with an exasperated exhale. He then places both hands on your temples and kisses your forehead angrily. “There. Better now? Are you warming up?”

The three boys watch silently, biting back smiles smiles. You on the other hand…

“I-“ you blink, unspoken words stuttering on your lips. “Y-Yeah.”

Yoichi’s mind seems to sober when he looks down at you. His face erupts into a deep blush. “I- I didn’t- I- uh- you- we-“

His cute babbling was interrupted by Bachira nailing him in the side of the face with a snowball. “Oh you little-!”

You shoot a wink at the half-blonde, flashing him an evil grin. Before he can rationalize, you wrap yourself around Isagi’s middle, pulling him down on the ground. He lands with his arms on either side of your head. “RUN BACHIRA!” you squeal.

The bluenette groans at you. “What the hell was that for?! Are you okay? Did I crush you or anyth-“

You roll your eyes, smiling up at him. “Had to give him a head start, Y’know? He could barely catch you last time.”

Yoichi rolls his eyes. “Sometimes, you’re just as insufferable as him.” He rocks back onto his knees, then gets to his feet, offering you a hand. You take his hand with a cheeky smile.

“Stay here, okay? I don’t need you getting another load of snow dumped on you,” Isagi hums. It seems like clockwork when he holds your head and kisses your forehead for the second time. He begins to stalk off toward Bachira.

“Hey, Yoichi!” you shout.

Isagi comes bounding back toward you. “Yeah? Yeah? You okay?”

“No! That’s the second time you’ve missed, idiot!”

“Missed?! What do you-“

The bluenette is cut off by you cradling both sides of his face and connecting your lips for a kiss. His hands find purchase immediately, one wrapping around your hips, pulling you closer, and the other holding the side of your own face.

You kiss him as if you’d waited years for it, and it seems as if he’s doing the same. When you pull away, everything tells you to go back in. You look into his eyes like a lovesick puppy. Oh boy… a conversation is going to have to be had. “Go get him, Loverboy,” you coo, flashing him a sweet smile.

Isagi runs off with a stupid grin on his face, shouting Bachira’s name. You, in turn, take a seat next to Kunigami and Chigiri, snuggling into Isagi’s jacket a bit more. Kunigami opens his arm, and you rest against his side, cheek squished against his shoulder.

“God, he really is like a space heater,” you murmur.

“Told you,” Chigiri murmurs, cheek squished all in the same way.

You sigh, watching contently as Yoichi successfully catches Bachira, tackling him to the ground before smooshing a snowball in his face. You cringe at the thought of how cold he must be.

But, with a boy like Yoichi Isagi in love with you, you feel like you’ll never have to fight the cold again.

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[bwoahtastic]

plss winter and christmas vibes my fave + a fight!

nico has been talking to toto about being more available for the kids. toto work so much and nico knows is to provide for the family, but it’s getting ridiculous! the kids all miss him: little maxy refusing to go to sleep without a good night kiss from papa but eventually falls asleep bc toto gets home too late most days, mousy drawing new pictures for papa everyday that he never gets to show him and poor little sebby. seb is a little older so he understands whats going on and at first is a little hopeful but then gets really angry with toto. nico is trying to hold everyone together, always staying with maxy until he falls asleep and praising mousy’s drawings, but seb is really sad and angry, so nico can only hold him when he needs it.

the year is coming to an end and the children have their christmas plays! pls mousy has the biggest role in his class and maxy is also with him with a littler role but just as exited! they are a little bummed that papa couldn’t make it in time, but toto promised to take them ice skating so they don’t complain much. but when sebby’s class is having their play and toto is a no show seb’s face drops. he cries so much on the way home, tucked between his brothers and nico spends a couple of hours trying to get him to eat some of his favourite food that he made to cheer him up! pls the pup is inconsolable.

nico decides that this has to end and talks sternly to toto that night. he cries a little when he explains how sebby felt and kinda gives toto an ultimatum. he has been saying to him to cut more hours and this can’t continue. toto being so angry at himself and decides to be more present. he can cut some hours! so he organises going ti the christmas market, the five of them, as a family.

the pups are so exited!!!! pls maxy wants to go in the moment and mousy jumping up and down. sebby is a little more cautious but after a talk with papa when he apologised profusely he gets exited too! nico is so relived, he likes having his mate with him!

but oh the day of the market comes and toto hasn’t showed up yet. they wait a little but after nico receives a message saying he has to stay in the office for a few more hours and that he’ll meet them there, momma decides to go anyways. hauling three pups alone is difficult but nico gets maxy on his sling and tells nicky to not drop his hand. pls sebby is so sad and a little shyly asks to hold momma’s other hand :(

the market is fun! they kinda forget about toto, but he shows up and is so anxious and apologetic. the little ones want papa’s upies so it’s quickly forgotten but sebby refuses to even look at toto. nico is torn but stays with sebby so that toto can have time with the babies

pls that night nico and toto fight really hard and toto ends up sleeping in the sofa. sebby crawls in momma’s bed and sobs in nico’s chest. pls toto would feel so bad he has to make it up to them somehow!

Oh pls! Maybe it's by the time Nico retired from the police and is doing yoga classes, but mostly taking care of the kiddos too as Toto maybe got a promottion in the meantime abd is working so hard. For a while it's fine and Toto keeps saying things will calm down after a while, but it keeps taking longer and longer and the kids all have their complicated parts and it hurts them a lot when Toto seemingly is lulling away. And Nico still has his own issues too but is holding on to dear life for the pups sake because he cannot disappear now, there is no one to help them then...

I think Kimi steps in to help a lot? He can see his friend is struggling and needs help with the pups and he doesn't mind helping at all.

Maxy whining every night toto comes home too late cos he wants a goodnight kiss, he needs to know everyone is safe and home before he can sleep! Nico spends a long time rocking him every night until the pup falls asleep finally! And little nicky making drawings for papa and Nico makes sure to praise them but mousy gets a little sad still... but also says it's okay cos he has momma and kitty brothers! Please little mousy would never want to complain cos his life is so so good now, but nico tries to teach him he can still be upset if he wants to be.

Seb being so upset! He is the biggest papa's boy and he is struggling a lot, feels betrayed and is so so sad! He clings to momma and cries a lot and Nicos heart breaks for him cos he was as much of a papa's boy as sebby is ad he knows its harder cos seb is old enough to really feel the tension at home now.

Maybe the fight is before the Christmas market? Toto arranged it all and asked the boys if they all wanted to go together and everyone is so excited and Nico is relieved toto is trying. But the night before, Toto tells Nico he needs to go on a business trip, overnight even, and Nico blows up at him. He promised the kids, promised Nico, and now his job is more important? No, that's not gonna work for nico!

Nico making Toto sleep on the sofa and poor Sebby comes to momma hiccuping and crying cos he overheard the fight and he knows papa isn't coming to the market... nico holding his cub so tight trying to soothe him...

The morning after the fight, Toto is gone already and Nico gets the 3 littles ready cos he'll be damned if these kids don't see the market just cos Toto can't keep promises! Maxy barely slept again so Nico has him in the sling because kitty is so so tired! And Nicky is holding his hand and normally Seb is independent but he asks to hold momma's hand now too and is just a little sad and quiet...

They have fun at the fair for a bit but it's a little stressful for nico keeping them all together. So they get some food and Sebby and mousy carry some too as Nico tries to find a picnic table to sit and it panicking a little as nothing is free and the pups are tired. Then someone raspily says "need some help?" And they turn to find Toto at one of the tables, with some more food and hot chocolate for everyone! He looks so apologetic and mousy zooms over immediately to hug papa! Seb going behind nico a little and being anxious but Toto crouches down in front of him and apologises wholeheartedly! And then also straightens and kisses Nico's forehead and tells him he is very sorry...

Pls them all sitting at the table and Seb sits on Toto's lap for a bit with Toto hugging him so tight and Mousy is just clinging to papa's arm and squeaking happily!

Maxy then waking too in his sling and Nico gently gets him out so Maxy can eat something too from the safety of momma's lap and Toto looks so guilty realising how badly the kitten is sleeping because he was home late so much...

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CHRISTMAS DATE OF YOUR CHOICE WITH WILBUR!! ice skating? decorating the christmas tree? festive movie night? going to christmas markets together? LITERALLY ANYTHING i just need some festivity and wilburness in my mind

🎄Rockin' Around the Christmas Tree

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a/n: YESSSSSSSS!!! idk why but I imagined this with Dadbur & idk why, but I feel like he would name his child Arabella because of that one Arctic Monkeys song

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contains: Dadbur, fluff, a crazy child, Y/N is referred to as Mommy/Mama, mention of a pet dying, & a functional family (omg imagine)

You were woken up by the sound of tiny feet running into your room & the feeling of a small child lying on top of you.

"Mommy! It's Decembew 1st!" Arabella said with her five-year-old lisp. "We's gotta decowate da Cwimas twee!" A soft yawn was heard from Wilbur.

"What time is it, lovely?" Wilbur said, turning over to face you two.

"Uh..." Arabella looked at the clock on your nightstand & pointed. "Dat time!"

Wilbur laughed & lifted her off of you. "Somebody's excited for Christmas."

"Santa's gonna come to ouw house, Daddy!" Arabella exclaimed with a wide smile, her tangled brunette curls swaying slightly when she spoke. "& we gotta make suwe ouw house wooks da best for Santa or else he won't give me presents!"

"That's not true, princess," Wilbur said. "Santa's still going to give you presents because you're the best kiddo in the world. He's also going to give you presents because you're the most...ticklish kiddo in the world!" He started to tickle Arabella & the room was filled with her screams & giggles.

You chuckled & began to get up. "C'mon, precious. We'll go decorate the tree & then go out for breakfast. How does that sound?" Arabella squealed & jumped into your arms, which nearly caused you to topple over. You adjusted her a bit in your arms & began to walk with Wilbur into the living room where the bare Christmas tree stands. Wilbur grabbed the ornament box next to the tree & opened it.

Arabella gasped. "Mama, we has such pwetty ornaments!"

"You say that every year, lovely," you smiled, kissing her forehead. "Do you wanna help Mama put the tinsel & the lights on the tree!" She nodded fervently at this.

For the rest of the morning, you three put the ornaments, tinsel, & lights on the tree, having to pause when Arabella or Wilbur got tangled up in the lights & tinsel, or whenever Arabella snuck away to Wilbur's office to try & play his guitar, or whenever Wilbur would get distracted with telling Arabella the story of some of the ornaments; one of the larger ornaments was something Wilbur had given you when you two were still friends in high school when your first boyfriend dumped you. Another one of the ornaments was something you had bought for Wilbur when his dog died in middle school & he wouldn't stop crying for a week. Another one Wilbur got for you a week after you had given birth to Arabella. Another one you & Wilbur made for Arabella on her first birthday. The only way you could get Wilbur to stop rambling & help with the tree was by kissing his hairline, & only then would he say, "& the next one is about...youknowwhatnevermindletshelpmamawiththetreeinstead." It made you laugh every time. & when it was time to put the angel on the tree, Wilbur put Arabella on his shoulder so she could place the angel on top.

"It wooks so pwetty, Daddy!" Arabella clapped. "Santa's gonna wove it!"

"He sure will, honey," Wilbur replied, wrapping an arm around your waist & kissing your hairline, which got an "ewww" from Arabella & a laugh from the two of you. Wilbur let Arabella get down so she could go wait in her room for you to help her get dressed.

"Tired?" he chuckled when you yawn & leans into him.

"Extremely," you replied. He kissed your hairline & you felt a tingly, warm feeling inside.

"We'll sleep in tomorrow," he said, looking at the tree with pride. "Our princess is a weirdly good decorator."

You laughed. "Maybe she'll get one of those reality shows where she renovates people's houses when she's older." You two laughed again & he leaned down to kiss the tip of your nose.

"Merry Christmas, love."

[ateriblewriter]

Accidental (q.h)

Family is Everything

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Warnings: accidents

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They were on their way back home. Quinn had taken the kids on an outing while Y/N worked for the day. He intended to give his wife a little break from the littles in order to get something done without anyone interrupting her. She deserved it, after all she’s done taking care of them when he’s away.

He thought it would be fun go for a skate at an outdoor rink in the park and then out for ice cream. It had been the perfect day. No arguing between the older two and the baby seemed mildly content for the time being. Quinn loved spending time with his kiddos, especially when they were getting along.

That was until the drive home.

“Hattie can you give your sister her pacifier?” He called to his eldest daughter, who was now getting into a heated conversation with her little brother. It would be only a matter of minutes before they were yelling at each other. With the baby already crying from being put in the car seat, Quinn didn’t know if he could handle it all, he was always amazed how his wife did it.

“Ugh!” Hattie turned to the car seat on her left, and the calming object into Eden’s mouth effectively quieting the small child, before turning back to her little brother. “You’re not supposed to be doing that! Mommy said you have to listen to me.”

Quinn couldn’t make out the response Beck gave Hattie, but he knew whatever it was the shouting between the two was about to commence. And he would have to break his silence once again to intervene. Good thing they were almost home.

“Dad! Tell Hattie I don’t have to listen to her! She’s not the boss of me!” Beck got Quinn involved. Quinn was focused on the road ahead of him, but he knew Hattie and Beck’s little argument had gotten physical when he heard the definite sound of a slap followed by ouch and more crying.

“Will you two stop it? We’re almost -” The father of three stopped talking when he heard the sound of crunching metal and his head hit against the glass window next to him. He barely had enough time to look back at the kids, trying to make sure they were alright before submitting to his darkening vision. He couldn’t remember what happened next, only that there was a lot of screaming.

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