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kristannafever · 2 years ago

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A Sky Full of Sun - 4

Kristanna Modern au Rated: M WC: 1706

Chapter Index

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Anna was tickled pink that Kristoff seemed happy to go along with her suggestions. Eating breakfast by the ocean was absolutely amazing, and the cab driver had taken them to a large grocery store in Zihuantanejo where they stocked up on all kinds of food, snacks and drinks. It took them several trips to get everything upstairs and when it was all put away, they were set for days without needing to go for supplies.

After changing into a bathing suit, opting for the strapless one piece so that she wouldn’t get too many tan lines, Anna found Kristoff in the main area and they repeated the actions of the day before, spraying each other’s backs with sunscreen before heading down to the pools.

Anna noticed that the large group of women were at the adult pool this time, and she had a sinking feeling that Kristoff might suggest they swim there, but he didn’t. He didn’t even say anything, he just went to the big pool. They found two lounge chairs in roughly the same spot as the day before, and got into the water and resumed people watching from the edge. Anna was racking her brain to try and start up a conversation when Kristoff got the jump and did it for her.

“So have you ever been to Mexico before?”

Anna shook her head. “No, never. How about you?”

He shook his head eyes still gazing at the ocean. “Nope. First time for me too. So far, it’s amazing. I would definitely come back here.”

“Me too,” Anna said. “I like this place, it’s, Oh! Kristoff, look!” Anna pointed.

He followed where she was looking at saw a group of dolphins jumping.

“Wow,” she breathed. She’d never seen anything like them in real life before. Movies and television were one thing, to see them with her own eyes, jumping so playfully in and out of the ocean, was incredible.

“Aren’t they wonderful?”

He turned to her and smiled. “They are indeed.”

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After the dolphins moved on, Kristoff and Anna resumed their conversation, which turned into Kristoff asking Anna how much Spanish she knew and asking him to teach her some. She knew only the basics but she was delighted to share then with him. And hearing Kristoff repeat it all back to her was wonderful. He had a natural talent for rolling his r’s which she had always found incredibly sexy, especially on him.

She would have loved to keep at it but wasn’t long before Anna’s stomach started to growl and Kristoff told her he was hungry too. They agreed to grab a bite of lunch at the Palapa Bar and go back in the water after.

They got out of the pool and walked towards their lounge chairs. Anna noticed the one woman right away as she was walking up the stairs from the bathrooms that were under the bar. As soon as she saw Kristoff emerging from the pool, she stopped dead in her tracks a moment before she grinned and hurried into the Palapa Bar where her friends were sitting. All their heads turned then his way.

Kristoff was oblivious, he went to his chair and toweled off before slipping a white t-shirt on. Suddenly feeling a little self conscious with that large table of women staring their direction, Anna grabbed her bathing suit cover from her beach bag and slipped it on, then followed Kristoff to the bar.

The women were all staring at him and not being subtle about it either. Kristoff didn’t even so much as glance their way.

“Hola, José.”

“Hola, mister Kris,” José answered, remembering him from their conversation the day before. “Dos Dos Equis?”

Kristoff nodded. “Si, gracias. And can we get a menu please? I mean, por favor?”

He flashed Anna a smile at remembering what she had taught him and she smiled back even though her mind was distracted.

José handed them a laminated piece of paper and set two beers on the bar ledge for them.

The Palapa was pretty small, only about eight tables were inside, and of the two only empty tables available, one was right beside the large table of ladies and the other was about as far away as you could get in the small area. Anna could not help but feel a sense of relief when Kristoff headed to the latter.

They sipped their beers and Kristoff went back to the bar to order them fries and taquitos to share. Anna was trying her best not to look over at the women and simply enjoy spending time with Kristoff, when he excused himself to use the washroom. One of the ladies immediately got up and headed straight for Anna as soon as he was gone.

She stopped by the table and looked blatantly down at Anna’s hand to see if there was a ring. No doubt she’d already done the same to Kristoff.

“Hey, that guy you’re with, are you two together, or something?”

Anna tried not to frown. The woman was tall and gorgeous. Almost every fiber of her being wished in that moment that she could say yes.

“No, we’re just… friends.”

“Thanks.” The woman grinned at her and went back to her table. The group burst out into fits of giggles when she whispered something as she sat down.

What the hell were they laughing at? Her? Probably. Anna suddenly felt dejected. She knew better than to worry about what a bunch of strangers thought of her, but this was something about her and Kristoff and she was apparently acutely sensitive about that now. It had to be because she really liked him and the more time she spent with him, the more she wanted to be with him.

He came back, table of eyes still following his every more, and Anna did her best to smile and then excused herself to the washrooms to gather her thoughts since she suddenly felt like crying. She didn’t have to look back to know that he was going to be approached by that woman as soon as Anna was out of sight.

After using the washroom, Anna washed her hands and splashed some water on her face. The urge to cry was gone, but there was a sadness in her heart. She had half a mind to just tell Kristoff she didn’t feel well and just shut herself up in her room for the rest of the day, however,o they had some food coming and she really was hungry. Not to mention she truly didn’t want to lie to him.

Taking a deep breath and steeling herself, she ascended the stairs back to the Palapa. Unsurprisingly, the woman who’d approached her was sitting at the table with Kristoff, in Anna’s seat no less. Anna placed a fake smile on her face and trudged forward.

Kristoff immediately locked eyes with her as she walked up into the bar, like he was already looking for her, then turned back to the woman.

“Well, nice talking with you, but my friend is back now.”

Anna heard him as she approached and couldn’t help but feel giddy at the polite but clearly dismissive way that Kristoff had said that to her.

“Maybe I’ll see you around then,” she said as she stood, giving him her best ‘fuck me’ expression.

Kristoff didn’t even acknowledge her, wasn’t even looking at her, he was looking at Anna. In turn Anna kept looking back at him as the woman brushed by her, gathered her friends and headed back to the adult only pool.

“What was that about?” Anna couldn’t help but ask him when they were gone.

“Oh, she was hitting on me,” he said matter-of-factly. “Asked me if I would take her to dinner tonight.”

“And you said no?”

Kristoff’s eyebrows wrinkled as he gave her a bit of a funny look. “Yeah, of course. I don’t know her.”

Anna’s fought hard not to smile, feeling fluttery and tingly and excited and hopeful.

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Kristoff stifled a yawn as he looked down at his phone.

How are you feeling, buddy?

Text bubbles appeared and Sven was quick with his response.

Like death warmed over. But at least I’m done puking and shitting. Evacuation complete LOL

Well, that’s something

How’s to Condo?

You making nice with Anna?

Condo is beautiful. Yes Anna and I are getting along just fine

Are you now?

Kristoff ignored the comment.

I hear you’re coming down on Wednesday

Can’t wait dude

Wish we had made it down there with you guys

Well 10 days is better than nothing

You better have a cold one waiting for me when I get there

You bet

Kristoff slid his phone back in his pocket as he stood up and went to the deck. He marvelled again at the view. Anna had talked about staying in and cooking a meal after watching the sunset and that suited him just fine.

He thought back to the woman who had approached him in the Palapa. She wasn’t rude, but her arrogance was immediately off-putting. Not to mention he was developing one hell of a crush on Anna.

When she came out of her bedroom after her shower she was in a similar dress as the night before, only this one was black. Simple and elegant, just like her, and she looked amazing. He had a hard time keeping his eyes on the setting sun and not on her.

They had a great time talking while they made dinner. Salad, rice and fried shrimp had never tasted so good. Afterward they went through all the games and decided to play Cribbage. The rum and cokes they made for the game turned into two, then three, then neither of them could remember what number drink they were on and they giggled about embarrassing stories from their youth.

When they finally turned in, Kristoff was pretty drunk and he knew Anna was hammered. He hoped she would sleep well and didn’t wake up with too much of a headache in the morning. He flopped onto the bed with all his clothes on. As soon as his head hit the pillow, he was out.

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#a sky full of sun #kristanna #kristoff #anna #kristanna modern au #the chapter you are looking for is chapter six lol #bear with me

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whenabluemoonfangirls · 1 year ago

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A TRANSFORMERS FANFIC (oc insert)

GUARDIAN OF THE CODEX

CH 1 || IN THE STREETS OF NEW YORK

Tuesday. August 22, 1995

Noah had found himself on his bed, just thinking about how his life has run its course.

A lot---

A lot has happened, and a lot has changed. Things actually been better now. Kris has had his treatments which was easier for him and his mother. Mirage was back and he seemed to be spending more time with the family despite Optimus's instruction. Optimus, however, was getting all too familiar with the human ways. Bee, had been so relieved to have been revived that he had, discreetly, visited his favorite human-much to Optimus's bewilderment. Noah remembered how Bee got a huge scolding from the "Big Man."

The "Big Man" indeed. Yet, he was happy that he and Optimus could actually agree on things now---especially joining on telling them (Mirage and Bee) to not be reckless and not getting into trouble.

"Sonic, you got a call." Kris's voice was heard from the doorway. Noah got up as soon as he heard his little brother.

"What's up?"

"Girlfriend." Kris nonchalantly said.

Elena.

---It didn't work well with her. Yes, they dated for a bit and yet her expeditions and career had caused some misunderstandings. They decided to be good friends. And they were.

"Girl space friend. Kris." He stood up, walked to his brother and ruffled his hair. The little guy shook his head.

"Hey, focus on your homework."

Noah took hold of the phone. He heard Elena's voice from the other line.

"Hey." He heard her chuckle.

"How you doin'? Any new discoveries?" Noah asked with a smile of his own. Elena chuckled again as a reply.

"Getting there. Oh yeah, I was hoping that you pick up someone. She's a friend...a colleague. Actually, a friend-like colleague, if that makes sense?" Noah's brows furrow after hearing her.

"I guess. Kinda. I have to pick someone up?"

"Yeah. A diner---I told her to be at the diner. You will pick her up there." Elena then told him where it was. Noah nodded, not that she could see from the other line.

"Got it. She knows about the texts. If you know what I mean---also I gotta go. Tell your brother, I said hi. And the others too. " He knew what "others" she meant.

"Got it. See you around when you back."

Noah placed the phone down. He turned back to see Kris was listening, the whole time.

"Kris, really?"

"What did she say?" Kris shrugged. Noah just had to indulge him with their conversation. Kid was just too curious.

"Picking up someone. And no, you're staying." Noah replied even before Kris could say or at least demand to come along.

Yet- Noah was also curious who could Elena's friend be or colleague? Either way, he was fixated on one thing that she knew about the texts.

Ali arrived after a nonstop flight of about...16 hours more or less. It was inevitable that she arrived jet lagged. She also had a massive headache. The meal that was served earlier was not into her liking so now she had found herself removing what contents of what was left from her stomach while she had the briefcase, clenched in her arm. The briefcase holding the relief.

"Ugh...I am never having that again." She walked out of the airport, hungry and a bit wobbly. She had to get some food and the diner (she had asked the cab driver if it was close earlier) was very far.

"Is there uhm a food stall?" She asked the cab driver, who was pretty chill and friendly with her.

"Yeah. You okay with hotdogs?" The man asked. From what she had observed, he had tan skin and an accent that has proved to have her in awe. Oh, and the young man was dashing so she could not help but blush every time the man would look at her from the front view mirror.

"Oh yes, I am. Hotdogs would seem lovely." Ali then paused and sighed heavily.

"You alright? You ain't from here huh?"

"No. I'm from the Philippines."

"Philippines? That's a bit of a mouthful." The cab driver laughed.

"Originally it was called Filipinas." Ali began but she stopped. "Sorry, I uhm, I am an archaeologist and I just love history." She spoke. The cab driver only smiled.

"Nonsense. I loved to hear about that. Hey, we can talk more over hotdogs. It's just around this corner." The cab driver added.

"Alright, sure!" Ali sounded so excited and figured that she had to dial it down a bit.

"Really?"

"No, really." Ali was in the middle of explaining to the cab driver, which she had now known as Tyler, that her fellowmen absolutely adored the Black culture. All the while, admiring the beautiful city at night.

"We got rappers. We have a famous one named Francis Magalona. Even little kids try to rap like him. Our rap is somewhat nationalistic and its cool." She added, taking a bite from the hotdog. "This is really good!" She was just elated to have tasted this after a bad airline meal.

"Told ya. Best hotdogs in the city. Now tell me, what brings you to New York? You're a long, long way from home." Tyler chuckled, flashing that bright smile that could bring Ali to her knees. Ali had to feign being all flustered and act normal---explaining everything.

"I see. I still have to take you to the diner." Tyler sighed, looking up at the city lights. "And about that adoration, that was surprising,"

"Oh? Well, our ancestors were called "Negritos". They had black skinned too---they're called "Aetas " today. In my opinion, we like brothers yo!" Ali said, trying her best to sound cool. Tyler was just amused.

"Go on."

"And then---we were the first ones to indulge when rap was made. It was said that it became famous when US Troops was stationed in military bases there. It's truly fantastic." Ali continued and as she did so, Tyler just watched and was just fascinated with this here---young woman.

When they had eaten all of the hotdogs, Tyler had to say that it was time for them to go. Ali was saddened by this as she got inside the cab. The drive to the diner was all but silent. Ali didn't want to part but work was work.

"Hey."

She heard Tyler speak again.

"How long will you be staying here?" He asks. Ali bit her lip as she thought of a reply.

"It will depend on how long this will take." She said, pointing at the suitcase.

"I guess I can take you around the city and when you're back home...maybe we become pen pals?" Tyler added and this caused Ali's heart to skip a beat.

Pen pals---

They were to send each other letters and this could pave the way for them to call each other using their phones.

"International calls are expensive...but I can deal with that." Ali said.

"Alright me too." She heard him say and boy, was the girl in cloud nine. Ali was actually excited of the days to come.

Was this her love story, unfolding?

Was this something---

And then a bright light caught her attention. She looked back to see that there were black cars. It gave off the impression that they were being followed.

"Hey Tyler. I think we have company." She said, worriedly. Tyler noticed the black cars from his mirror.

"Hold on. " He pushed on the gas to evade the cars. Ali held on to the suitcase tight. A sudden car chase had started to develop, and Tyler was making sure they wouldn't get caught. By now they had passed the diner, but that wasn't important. Tyler must keep his passenger safe.

"Who are they?" Ali could hear the worry and fright in his voice.

"I don't know!" Ali watched as the cars continued to chase after them.

As Tyler tried to get away from them, a car had crashed into the cab causing it to swerve. The car then had spun round and round before it slid across the road and halted to a stop.

Ali was dizzy and tried to make out what was happening or what has happened-yet she got over to where Tyler was. She used all her strength to do this.

"Tyler? Tyler?!"

Tyler held her hand while groaning in pain. "Ali..." Blood trickling down his face. Ali gasped worriedly.

"Tyler-" Ali whimpered and then started to unbuckle his belt. "We need to get you out of here!" Tyler heard her say but then noticed that the men in coats had gotten out of their cars and was approaching the cab. He placed a hand on top of the belt.

"Ali, get away from here." Tyler said looking up at her. Ali froze.

"What...?"

Was she going to leave him there? Was he being serious?

"You-you're joking right?" Her voice quivered while she searched for a hint of jest in his eyes, that he was just joking but Tyler was dead serious.

"Ali, get out."

"No!" Ali refused despite Tyler trying to pry her hand off the belt. "You, need to get to safety!" Ali didn't say anything and shook her head. Tyler shook her, his grip strong on her shoulder. He did this in hopes to bring her back to reality or to stop her from panicking.

"You need to get away and I promise I will find you." Tyler said looking deep in her eyes. Ali tried to hold back her tears, but he could see that she was abou to cry.

"Alright." She nodded. Tyler chuckled and handed her the briefcase.

"Now go."

Ali had to get off the cab, but she didn't want to leave him behind. What choice did she have? Ali gave the man, a tight hug, then got out and ran for it. The men followed after her. They didn't want her to escape.

Tyler watched her ran as fast as she could.

They had come upon an empty alley save for an old car. Ali placed the briefcase on top of it. Then removed her coat before facing the men.

"I could literally kill you for destroying this magical night..." Ali seethed. She was angry at the men who just chuckled. The young woman already knew what they were thinking.

How could a small woman beat them?

For Ali, she had taken up martial arts to protect herself. Excavations can give opportunities to grave robbers or black-market dealers to take what they have discovered, had dug or unearthed. She wasn't going to let that happen.

This was also a time.

Ali then got up the old car and gestured the men to come forward while she tied up her hair before getting into a fighting stance. She could see the men getting cocky, yet this did not faze her.

"Come at me."

A man then charged at her, ready to hit the female with a club. And just as she was ready to fend herself, a sudden force sent her flying and then falling back to the ground---hard.

She could see the lights were fading into black while trying to stand. To no avail, her body felt heavy. Just before she lost consciousness, all she could make out was a vague outline of silver.

✨FOOTNOTES: hi there, [bmoon] here! And I posted the first chapter to the fanfic. Boi, i did some research for this part. we truly adore black culture----many of our filipino entertainment culture has been heavily influenced by it. i know--i see my young relatives try to rap and theyre really good. another is that Ali was the only oc that i should make but then ideas overflowed, and Tyler was conceived---err made. anyways I do hope you enjoy this post! I am open to comments and all.

#oc fic #rise of the beasts #transformers oc #transformers fanfiction #stories #fanfic #fanfiction

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aloevhello · 1 year ago

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Thank you Bookns <3

Last Song: Sparks Fly by Taylor Swift

Last Movie: Barbie

Currently Watching: The Summer I Turned Pretty, Snowdrop

Currently Reading:

Books: The Joy Luck Club by Amy Tan

Graphic Novels (found from WEBTOON): Space Boy by Stephen McCranie, Fictional Skin by Kris Nguyen

Currently Craving: Peace of Mind

Last Thing I Searched For Writing Purposes: Art Nouveau Architecture

Tags: I don’t know any nine people to tag :]

Nine People Tag

Thanks @kamileonik, @flock-from-the-void and @flowerxar for the tags!! :DD ok here we go

Last song: the Croatian EDM song my taxi driver is currently playing..! Apart from that, Between to Worlds by Mili from Limbus Company :D

Last Movie: wait.. what WAS it? The last one I remember is guardians of the galaxy 3 but I definitely watched another

Currently Watching: shows? I’m currently watching Fullmetal alchemist brotherhood and demon slayer!

Currently Reading: currently reading Bungou stray dogs untold origins, The Myth of Sisyphus and Crime and Punishment!

Currently Craving: some water. Hm. I should probably get some give me a second— ok done. Stay hydrated kids!!

Last thing you researched for writing purposes: animal symbolism! Uh.. apparently in native american cultures an owl’s call foretells death and is a bad omen! So now that’s something I know!

Tags: here are all the lovely people I’ll be tagging, if you don’t want to do it then it’s fine: @some-random-dunce, @vivid-badsquad, @comfortstars, @kingarubin, @obsyddiansays, @galaxitic, @breadistasty, @another-white-hole and um I’m running out so just @sootings

#rb game

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cinemagh0ul · 2 years ago

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The production for FD3 was lowkey insane and I honestly adore it for that.

Like the cast had to ride a rollercoaster 26 times in a row in order to create the devil’s flight scene and they took bets on who was gonna get sick first (nobody did, however Texas Battle, the actor for Lewis, got the most votes)

a stunt person was literally set on fire for the tanning bed scene

Kris Lemche (the actor for Ian) had to learn how to drive a forklift for the retail store scene

Amanda Crew (the actress for Julie) did her own stunt for the horse scene and actually did get dragged around by stunt coordinators

I’m pretty sure Alexz Johnson (the actress for Erin) broke her nose at one point during production

Also apparently Amanda originally auditioned for Erin whilst Alexz originally auditioned for Julie

And ofc, the original ending ended up doing so bad during the test screening that they reshot the final ending FOUR MONTHS after they finished production

#final destination #final destination 3 #love this crazy cast and crew <3

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whatisthiswritingthing · 4 years ago

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Get Some - Tierna Davidson x Reader

Prompt: So I’ve got an idea for Tierna x Reader where they’ve just started dating after quarantined together in Chicago but haven’t told the team yet because they don’t want to mess up the dynamics right before the Olympics. Nobody really suspects anything bc they are both pretty tame at camps, and bc reader has severe baby face the team is always teasing her about being an innocent little fetus forgetting she is actually like 24. So when R shows up to Orlando camp in a bulky hoodie they think nothing of it assuming it’s from Chicago weather until they notice she refuses to take it off and keeps adjusting the hood to keep part of her neck covered. They let her be thinking maybe she’s just cold until she shows up ready for practice with her winter mock neck on under her practice jersey the next day. After they force her to take it off bc it’s 80° out they discover the hickeys she was trying to hide, along with the scratches on her back and freak out bc someone is “defileing the fetus” and grill her trying to figure out who it is while Tierna is just smirking to herself by her locker.

TL/DR: Tierna x Reader trying and failing to hide r’s “love marks” featuring Proud!Tierna and BabyFace!Reader

Note - this awesome human, pretty much wrote this me.

“Cold munchkin?” Alex teased the forward as she sat next to her in the team meeting. Her hood up, sweater strings tied.

“Not all of us live in constant heat and humidity Morgan. I bet you’re jealous of my lack of tan too,” Y/N winked back, tugging the sweater tighter around her neck.

Tierna grinned behind them, struggling to stifle her laughter.

“Of course she’s jealous! Who wouldn’t want to look like this?” Rose slid in on the other side of Y/N.

“Yea Alex, pale is the new tan,” Sonnett squeezed Alex’s traps from behind as she sat down next to Tierna.

Alex rolled her eyes at unexpected turn.

Vlatko called attention to the rest of the room, starting the meeting for the start of camp.

Tierna kicked the back of Y/N chair while she continued to try and hide her grin from everyone around her. Lindsey giving her a strange look.

At the end of the meeting, everyone made their way to the banquet room for supper, still all separated until everyone’s test results came in.

“Hey kiddo, you need someone to cut up your food at supper?” Kelley teased, nudging the forward as she made her way to her own seat.

“Ha ha,” Y/N fake laughed, rolling her eyes, “because I’m not old enough to have my knife.”

“You got it,” Kelley winked, shooting her air guns across the table.

After that conversation flowed easily, the players all talking to each other from a distance, making the room busy and loud; everyone eager to catch up.

After supper, Y/N and Tierna attempted to stall, hoping to steal a brief moment together before they all had to spend the night alone in their rooms.

“We should just tell them we had been quarantined in Chicago together, then we could be together,” Tierna tugged on Y/N’s sleeve, swinging both their arms back and forth.

“You need T to walk you to your room, so you don’t get lost?” Ali teased as she walked by.

“Where the hell does everyone keep coming from,” Tierna grumbled quietly, while Y/N rolled her eyes for what felt like the thousandth time that day.

“I’m not a child!” Y/N stomped her foot.

“Great argument kiddo,” Pinoe held a thumbs up as she walked past to the elevator.

“I can find my own room!” Y/N called after her, starting to walk away, only to feel another firm pull on her sleeve. She glanced down to see Tierna still holding on, looking up to see the smirk on her girlfriends face.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to tuck our kid into bed.” Tierna started to pull Y/N towards the stairs by her sleeve.

Once out of site of the rest of the team, Tierna pinned Y/N against the wall, untieing the strings to her hood. Nosing it out of her way, Tierna started kiss along her jaw line, placing a firm bite to her ear.

“I am addicted to you,” Tierna pulled the collar out of the way, moving her lips to Y/N’s collar bone, scrapping her teeth on it, then soothing it with a gentle kiss.

“Fuck T,” Y/N tilted her head back, giving Tierna more room to kiss. Her hand gripping the back of Tierna’s neck, other sliding under her shirt, scrapping her nails across her ribs.

Tierna sucked harshly Y/N throat, pulling back to see the result, a deep red mark already beginning to turn purple. “You’re going to need to ask the staff for a neck warmer tomorrow,” she whispered into Y/N’s throat, scrapping her teeth across the bruise.

Y/N pulled her hand out from Tierna’s shirt, placing her palms on her chest, debating if she should push her away. She loved what was happening, but knew they needed to stop before things got carried away, or Tierna left any more marks.

“Fuck T,” Y/N groaned out, beginning to push the defender away, “we aren’t in quarantine anymore, people can actually see us now, more importantly, our team can see now.”

“Hmm that would be unfortunate if someone saw these,” Tierna smirked as she leaned back in, attempting to place more kisses along Y/N’s neck. Only for Y/N to push more firmly against her chest.

“You’re killing me babe,” Y/N bit her lip, trying to hold back her smile. Tierna looking completely unashamed, bit the air in front of Y/N, beginning to slide her hands up the front of Y/N’s shirt, digging her thumbs into her hips. Y/N moaned at the pressure, hips pressing out for more contact.

With a brief kiss to Y/N’s lips, Tierna pulled away completely, taking three large steps back and holding her hand out.

“Come on, I promised to make sure you make it to bed safe,” she winked, wiggling her fingers to encourage Y/N to grab.

“I hate you,” Y/N said gruffly, stepping forward to take Tierna’s hand.

“No you don’t,” she sung back, swinging their arms back and forth as they began walking up the stairs.

“I do a little bit,” she mumbled, looking away from the brunette, knowing her faux seriousness would crack as soon as she saw the large smile her girlfriend had on.

“Nope!” Tierna accentuated the ‘p’ at the end, swinging their arms higher, finally earning a giggle from her girlfriend. Her ability to go from pinning Y/N to the wall and leaving hickeys across her neck to innocent and childlike was incredible.

Y/N finally gave in completely and burst out laughing as they climbed the stairs, pushing her shoulders into the taller soccer player. The two gently wrestling the rest of the way up the stairs, separating as they made it to their floor.

Tierna walked Y/N to her door, making a show of it, “I’m just down the hall if you have any bad dreams,” she ruffled her hair and began to walk away. “Don’t let the bed bugs bite!”

Several loud laughs could be heard from the doors that still remained open.

The next morning players prepared for practice on the side lines, tugging on cleats and debating on long sleeves or short sleeves, Y/N tugged her neck warmer on, tugging it all the way up to her ears.

“Yo, Chicago, shouldn’t you be used to the cold?” Kristie teased as they made their on the turf to warm up.

“Rude! I’m delicate!”

“Yea Kris be nice to the little kid,” Alex came from behind, rubbing her hands up and down Y/N’s biceps. “you cold? Do you need a sweater? Gloves?”

Y/N pulled out of Alex’s hands, rolling her eyes, “I’m fine, just a little chilly this morning.”

Everyone left it for the rest of the morning training.

Y/N was not as lucky that afternoon. Everyone offering warmer items of clothing when they saw her wearing the neck warmer again in the afternoon.

“Are you sick?” Christen reached up, attempting to feel Y/N’s forehead. Y/N was quick to duck out of the way, swatting Christens hand.

“Seriously guys, I’m fine, just not adjusting well to the climate change or something,” Y/N tried to avoid glaring at Tierna, knowing the defender would a smirk on her face throughout it all.

“Are you sure Y/N/N? Should we get the trainers?” know Tierna decided to join in the conversation. Y/N looked sharply at her girlfriend, clenching her jaw, she was the reason for the interrogation.

“I’m fine,” Y/N snarked to the group, “It’s a neck warmer, just drop it.”

“It is way to humid put here right now for you to be chilled,” Ali came over, rubbing her hand on Y/N’s shoulder, sensing the forwards discomfort at being put on the spot. But also concerned for the younger woman, no one should be chilled in the mid-afternoon Florida heat.

The entire practice everyone kept an eye on the younger soccer player. As the intensity of the practice increased, Y/N continued to tug at the neck warmer she was wearing. The hair at the base of her skull soaked with sweat, the collar of shirt drenched the entire away around, face flushed as she heated up.

At the end of practice, Y/N attempted to pull her hoodie over head after she had pulled the neck warm off. Unfortunately, she was not quick enough her movements, the hem getting caught on her sweaty, tangled bun.

“What in the actual fuck happened to your neck?” Pinoe explained, stopping Y/N from pulling the sweater on, gaining the attention of the rest of the team.

Kelley quickly bounded over, pulling the collar of her practice shirt out of the way. The rest of the team now all looking on.

“What happened to your neck?” Alex came over as well, thumb and forefinger holding Y/N’s chin, moving her head around, inspecting the now very prominent hickeys spread across the neck, collar bone, and upper chest.

A loud cat call whistle was heard from behind and “Oh damn” thrown from someone else, follow up with “get some!”

“No! Don’t get anything!” Christen shot the group of young players a hard look, eyes sharp when she looked back to Y/N, “who did this to you?”

“What? This?” Y/N motioned to her neck, “I, uhh, got a tour of the aquarium. They let me hold one of the octopuses.” She finished with a firm nod, satisfied with her answer, smiling to herself.

Tierna remained on the bench a few feet away, coughing to cover her sudden laugh at the terrible story.

“Bullshit!” Alex challenged, still holding Y/N chin firmly. Y/N attempted to pull away, Alex adjusted her grip, palming her jaw.

“Who did this to you?” Christen asked again.

“You’re like 12! No one should be doing this to you!”

“I’m 24,” Y/N rolled her eyes, attempting to pull away, only to be pulled back in.

“You are far too young to young to have hickeys!”

“I’ve had sex before.”

“No! you are not old enough to have sex!”

By now, Tierna was leaning back on the bench, watching as all the older players harassed her girlfriend, all unaware she was the cause of the marks on the young forward. She spread her arms on the back of the bench, leg casually crossed over the other, smug smile.

“Welp,” she popped the ‘p’, “I’ve kissed people, given hickeys, been hickied,” she motioned to her neck again, “and even had sex. Really good, mind blowing sex.” With a wink, Alex finally let her step out of her grip.

“Eww! No!”

“Y/N! Enough, tell us who did this to you? We obviously need to talk to them if they are doing things like this to you.”

“Guys, quit being so dramatic,” Y/N rolled her eyes, attempting to take another step away from the over protective players.

“No no no, come back here,” Tobin stepped forward now. “That ones fresh!” she copied Alex’s motion earlier, gripping her jaw and tilting it up to the expose the fresh hickey on the side.

This caused them all to step closer and inspect the hickey for themselves. Tierna uncrossed her legs, sitting up a little straighter, smile slipping slightly.

“That means its someone at camp!” Kristie called from behind all the veterans.

Y/N eyes went wide, smile fully dropping from Tierna’s face. The overprotective players all looking around, scanning each player, trying to determine who it could be.

“Is it a player? Staff? Coach?” Alex looked firmly at the younger forward.

“Gonna go save your girl?” Alyssa slid onto the bench next to Tierna on the bench, smirking at her.

“What?” Tierna whispered, shocked, eyes darting quickly to the keeper.

“Well,” Alyssa started slowly, “most of those are old, so they happened in Chicago, and you, me, and Y/N/N were the only ones there together. And there’s a fresh one since we got here. And since I didn’t do it, that only leaves you.” She firmly poked Tierna in the chest.

Tierna opened and closed her mouth. “Umm, uhh, fuck.”

“I won’t tell, but you might want to go save her over there. You know none of them are going to drop it until they figure it out,” Alyssa shrugged, “besides it’s your fault really. You are the one that put those one there.”

Tierna continued to open and close her mouth, then watched as the veterans continued to ask Y/N who It was and beginning to call out several of the younger players who were all enjoying the small interrogation.

“Fuck,” Tierna sighed out, she slapped her thighs and pushed herself to stand. “Kell, Stanford should take your degree away.”

Kelley whipped around to glare at Tierna as she walked toward the group, “what are you talking about?”

“You’re really not very observant,” Tierna smirked at her, “I’m going to let you guys think on this a little more, Y/N/N and I are going to head back to the hotel for supper.”

Y/N smirked and skipped toward the defender.

Everyone watched them walk away, mouth open, eyebrows creased.

“Wait,” Lindsey perked up, smile growing as she figured it out, “weren’t they both in Chicago together?”

That brought all eyes over to the midfielder.

“Yes!” Kelley pointed at her, “they did! Baby T defiled baby Y/N!”

“Shit, I thought we would get further away,” Tierna tugged Y/N’s hand encouraging them to run towards an available van.

“We aren’t done with this!” Alex yelled after them.

#uswnt x reader #uswnt imagines #uswnt imagine #tierna davidson x reader #tierna davidson imagine #tierna davidson imagines

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ssardothien · 3 years ago

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Casteel and Rowan. Why.

Kris, you asked, I answered.

Here’s my essay on why I love both Rowan Whitethorn and Casteel Da’Neer

For me Rowan was a refreshing character and love interest from the moment he was introduced in HoF. I was attached to him from the very beginning, he seemed more complex to me than Dorian or Chaol could ever be (don’t hate on me for saying this, we can have different opinions and still respect each other and the characters that aren’t our favorite. I still love both of them, though I had a hard time convincing myself to like Chaol and it took me a while, but I do now). Ok I’ll start with his appearance. Let’s just admit that he’s a hottie. Tall, tanned, broad-shouldered warrior, masculine, fae ears, pretty green eyes and long silver hair. And his tattoos that are not just some doodles, but a story written down on his body, if that’s not attractive (and I’m not only talking about appearance but the whole message behind this) then I don’t know what is. And he has an accent that apparently sounds like a purr, I’m a simp. I love his personality, I love the way he’s witty around the ones he feels comfortable with. Because he doesn’t really seem to have a brilliant sense of humor, but it’s there and it will show from time to time how waggish and sassy he is. And the teasing between him and Aelin, it’s just sexy. I love that despite being through so much, despite loosing his loved ones, he’s still capable of expressing emotions (even though it takes him a little bit to open up), feeling things so deeply and loving others so fiercely. That for me is the definition of strength. The fact that he didn’t want to block his feeling anymore, that he wasn’t afraid to love someone again and be devoted to them, even though he’s been hurt before and he’s already lost so much. His gentleness, protectiveness and how caring he is toward his loved ones just melts my heart. And how he would literally give up his own life if there was a ghost of a chance that he could save Aelin by doing so. How he took an arrow that was meant for her and didn’t even hesitate. And I love him because unlike the others “Rowan beheld all Aelin was and is, and he was not afraid.” When she had doubts and thought of herself as a monster he simply said “If you're a monster, I'm a monster.” and that’s just beautiful to me. And this quote: “I love you. There is no limit to what I can give to you, no time I need. Even when this world is forgotten whisper of dust between the stars, I will love you.” I’m sorry but if someone said such a thing to me I would simply die because my heart would not be able to take in this amount of love.

And Casteel is just another version of Rowan to me, just in a different universe. And honestly there is no way for me to say which of these two is the better one, they are equals to me, not the same but similar in so many aspects, that I put them on the same place on the podium (first ofc). I cannot choose between these two. Rowan was the first fictional character to make me feel the way I feel about him and that is a deep admiration. I’ve read HoF back in 2015 and was simping for him ever since. But when I was introduced to Casteel recently I discovered that he awakened something in me, that part of me that got so attached to Rowan. He was pulling the same strings. He’s got it all. The caring and protective part, the teasing, the devotion, the wit and sense of humor, the handsomeness, the strength, the gentleness and softness, and he’s sexy okay?

I created a table, so you can visualise what I'm trying to say, here ya go:

This whole situation gave me one more reason to reread both tog and fbaa, so I will probably post some more about this in the future.

See this post if you want to know why Kris loves Rowan Whitethorn.

See this post if you want to know why Kris will always choose Casteel Da'Neer.

#kris tag #rowan whitethorn #casteel da'neer #tog #fbaa #throne of glass #from blood and ash #jennifer l armentrout #sarah j mass

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malk1ns · 2 years ago

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december twenty-six: rosy cheeks

Every year, Sidney rounds up everyone who’s stayed in town for the Christmas pause and heads out to a few of the retirement and assisted living communities around Pittsburgh to help shovel out snow on the walkways.

It’s not something the team is officially involved in; there are no cameras, no features on Twitter or Instagram to document the time spent, and Sidney likes it that way. He appreciates having some of their charitable endeavors highlighted, because it draws more attention and can lead to more donations and money from the community at large, but there’s a part of him that feels a little like it sounds like he’s begging for attention and praise for being a decent person.

By the amount of guys who willingly come along with him, it’s not an uncommon feeling.

They usually divide up into teams, with each group heading to a different facility. Sidney considered manipulating the lists to put Geno with his group, but they’ve always had one of the captains act as unofficial team leader, and it would be selfish to change that just because Sidney thinks Geno’s very cute when he’s all bundled up and pushing a shovel around.

Everyone parks at the practice rink to gather up shovels and pet-safe ice melt before they pile into vans Sid’s rented and scatter off to their assignments. Sometimes they all head to a bar after as a team, but this year the snow had been bad enough that most of the guys are eager to head straight home, and soon it’s only Sidney, Geno, and Kris left, putting away the equipment and chatting about their plans for the rest of their time off.

“No,” Kris says firmly, tossing his last shovel to the back of the equipment shed. Sidney sighs and follows it to hang it up properly. “If you do not come for dinner this break, Catherine will be very unhappy. She will come to practice and yell at you again. You both will come to my house tomorrow. Bring wine.”

“Bossy,” Geno mutters from where he’s sitting cross-legged on the floor of the shed, carefully combining half-empty containers of ice melt into one. “Yes, fine, we’re come.”

Sidney swears as one of the shovels he’d thought was leaning securely against the wall tilts over and knocks another three down with it. “Yeah, okay,” he relents. “If you’re sure it’s not too much work.”

“Good,” Kris says severely. “I will see you tomorrow. Don’t be late, Geno.”

“Hey, what the fuck—where are you going!” Sidney calls, but it’s too late—Kris is already gone, and by the time Sidney gets to the door of the shed, he’s practically sprinting to his car.

Behind him, Geno laughs. “He’s never help clean,” he says fondly, screwing the cap on the now-full container of ice melt and getting to his feet with a groan as his knees crack. “Come on, let’s do shovels and then we go home. It’s too fucking cold out today.”

“I guess it’s pretty windy out, yeah,” Sidney allows, following Geno back. “This shouldn’t take long, I just need to get them hung up on these hooks.”

“Too short, no wonder they’re all fall,” Geno says, grabbing the shovel from Sidney’s hands and easily hooking it into place.

“Fuck off,” Sidney says cheerfully, watching as Geno methodically moves down the row of leaning shovels. The shed is still bitterly cold even though it’s protected from the wind, and Geno’s cheeks and nose are pink. With his hair curling out from under the edges of his beanie, he looks like he did at their first Winter Classic, the fun one, before he’d started encasing himself in every layer available for outdoor games. “You should have worn a scarf or something.”

“Forgot,” Geno grunts, carefully rotating the last shovel and finally getting it to catch. “There, done. Maybe next year I’m go somewhere with beach for break. You come with—we’re leave Kris to do all cleaning and planning for this.”

He’s making a joke, of course, but Sidney thinks about it—a long weekend somewhere warm, Geno in those little swim trunks that give him tan lines way up his thighs. “That sounds nice,” he says, and Geno swivels to look at him, eyebrows shooting up.

“You’re never want to go to beach,” he says accusingly, crossing his arms. “You always say, oh no, it’s so nice in snow and cold, must have all seasons, I’m never go for break.”

Sidney shrugs. “It might be fun,” he says. “I mean, you have that condo in Miami, and I’ve never seen it—it might be nice to get away and stay there for a little.”

“You’re be serious?” Geno says hesitantly. “Next year I invite, you’re really come?”

“Yeah,” Sidney says. His face feels warm under the weight of Geno’s skeptical attention—their cheeks must be equally red by now. “Yeah, why not? The snow will always be here when we get back. My parents can go visit Taylor instead or something.”

Geno purses his lips. “Maybe my second bedroom isn’t done,” he says, a hint of challenge in his voice. “Like, I’m redoing over summer but it’s not finished by next Christmas.”

“Maybe we won’t need a second bedroom,” Sidney says, winking and slipping out of the shed before Geno can reply.

a series of ficlets based on the prompts in this post—with a few added and modified to suit my purposes :)

december one: A lends mittens to B even though they are way too big but B is blissfully happy and doesn’t plan on giving them back

Sid’s insistence on being the most Canadian Canadian to ever live is gonna kill him one day, Zhenya thinks, watching idly from the bus as Sid subtly flexes his bare fingers after pocketing his sharpie, shifting back and forth on his feet and gamely making conversation with the fans who’d found where their bus was parked at the arena and asked for autographs.

They’d hit the jackpot—everyone was in a good mood after the win, so Jason had the group of three stand near the bus door, and as the team filed in they all paused to sign something, endure a little small talk, and maybe take a picture or two. Even Zhenya had ducked down and done his best to smile naturally for a selfie, trying not to grimace even though his knee was aching at having to crouch so low to get in the frame.

Sid, though. Sid had been last in line as always, darting outside with his curls still wet against his jacket collar, and of course he’d been stuck with the brunt of the fan adoration—and he didn’t have on gloves.

Finally, Sully leans out of the bus door with a smile Zhenya knows is as fake as Sid’s jawline, saying something Zhenya can’t quite make out; whatever it is, the fans disperse, and Sid finally gets on the bus, scowling at the sarcastic round of applause Zhenya leads.

“Fuck you all, sorry for being nice,” he snaps, which is weak even for Sid.

He makes his way unsteadily down the bus aisle, holding onto the seat backs as the bus rumbles into motion; a particularly strong jolt as they go over a speed bump almost sends him toppling into Zhenya’s lap.

Zhenya steadies him, but instead of leveraging him back into the aisle, tugs him down further, scooting over to the window and pushing Sid down into the aisle seat.

“Hey,” Sid protests, but it’s perfunctory, and as soon as Zhenya pulls his hands back Sid relaxes into the seat, curling up a little into himself.

Zhenya opens his mouth, a chirp about how Sid being too bottom-heavy to be so clumsy at the tip of his tongue, but he stops, eyeing Sid’s trembling hands with disapproval.

“Sid,” he scolds, hooking his foot around the strap of his bag and tugging it out from under the seat in front of him, “where gloves? Hair all wet, no hat, no gloves—you gonna freeze. Not smart.” He bends down, splaying his knees out and knocking into Sid’s, pawing through his bag until he finds his own gloves. “Here, put. Stupid, Sid.” He shakes the gloves in front of Sid’s face.

Sid wrinkles his nose and snatches them away from Zhenya, dropping one in his lap and examining the other. “I was fine, G, stop fussing, you’re turning into your mom. It’s warm in here anyway.”

“Put,” Zhenya insists, staring down his nose at Sid until Sid slips the glove on with an aggrieved sigh, tugging it as far down his wrist as he can.

He wiggles his fingers at Zhenya, then jabs his hand into the seat back in front of him. The material collapses until his fingertips hit the seat. “Jesus, your hands are big,” Sid observes.

Zhenya’s glad the bus is warm and he’s still got his coat on—an easy way to explain the sudden rush of heat to his face. Because that’s—Sid doesn’t mean it that way, Zhenya knows that, but when he says it like that, with his voice all low and raspy from yelling during the game, looking at Zhenya from the corner of his eyes, it sounds like a come-on. Zhenya’s heard less blatant lines in the gay bars he sneaks away to sometimes.

Sid’s still looking at him. His cheeks are still pink and chapped from the chill outside, and his hair is curling as it dries. Zhenya swallows, forces himself to poke his tongue through his teeth. “No, is normal, you’re just smallest,” he says, jostling Sid with a sharp elbow.

Sid rocks away, then back into Zhenya’s side. “You can think that,” he says casually, working his bare hand into the other glove. “Thanks, G. I’ll give them back to you later.”

“Okay,” Zhenya says, looking out the window and trying to ignore Sid’s thigh pressed along his like a brand. Sid isn’t cold at all.

#you can plan on me

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prouvaireafterdark · 4 years ago

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See Something You Like? - Malex Sex Shop AU Part 1/2

It’s FINALLY here: the Malex Sex Shop AU you’ve all been waiting for! Well, the first half anyway (Part Two will be out soon!)

I dedicate this fic to my friendly neighborhood Thigh Riding Anon™️, who inspired this fic with her galaxy brain prompt, and all of you who have been patiently waiting for me to finish this absolute monster of a smut fic. I hope you enjoy it! 💜😘

Also on AO3!

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When Michael moved to California to start his PhD in agricultural engineering, he’d grossly underestimated how expensive the move would be. The stipend that came with his teaching assistantship just barely covers the rent on his studio apartment, and finding a roommate off Craigslist that’s desperate enough to live in such close quarters isn’t exactly an option considering how many alien skeletons Michael’s got in his closet. The vegetables he’s planning on growing in his complex’s shared community garden will help, but if he wants to eat any time soon he’s gonna have to find a part time job.

Enter Jackie and Kris, the delightful middle-aged lesbian couple who live next door and share Michael’s enthusiasm for sustainable gardening and the occasional midnight smoke.

They get to talking one night while passing a bong back and forth over the railing that divides their balconies, first about DIY organic fertilizer and then about Michael’s degree. He lets spill in a moment of weakness that his coursework is a breeze, but he’s worried he’ll run out of money before he can finish the program. As embarrassed as he is about the confession, it ends up saving his life.

Turns out, Jackie and Kris own a sex shop named Pandora’s Box around the corner and have been looking for some help running the storefront while they focus on expanding their online business and organizing safe sex workshops for the local queer and BDSM communities. The hours would be flexible around Michael’s schedule and all they really would need him to do is stand behind the register, ring people up, and answer questions about their products with “affability and professionalism.”

It’s maybe not the work he imagined himself doing when he moved to California for grad school, but for $15/hr, Michael really can’t afford to say no. He sits for an official interview the very next day and leaves Jackie’s home office with a new job and a pot brownie wrapped in tin foil, eager to get started on both.

Monday afternoons at Pandora's Box are the best. They’re notoriously slow so Michael gets to work his shift alone, which gives him ample time to grade the assignments he procrastinated on all weekend while he sits behind the counter.

It’s a Monday afternoon, in fact, about a year and a half later, when Michael hears the bell above the door chime softly to announce the arrival of a customer who would change his life forever.

The first thing Michael notices when he lifts his head from the stack of exams on the counter is the black leather jacket that’s stretched across the man’s broad shoulders. When Michael’s eyes flick up to get a look at the man’s face, he’s met with sharp cheekbones, beautifully tan skin, and a pair of trendy but understated sunglasses. He looks a little lost—unsurprising, since Michael’s certain he would have remembered it if he’d ever seen a man that pretty walk into his shop before—but when he realizes Michael’s looking at him, he flips his sunglasses up onto his artfully messy dark hair and smiles.

And oh, what a smile it is—the most beautiful one Michael has ever seen, soft and sweeter that it has any right to be, his full lips capturing Michael’s attention with ease. His heart pounds in his chest as their eyes lock together, and if Michael didn’t know any better, he’d think he’s just fallen in love with a perfect stranger.

Before Michael can do more than shoot him a dazed smile in return, the man disappears down an aisle.

As a general rule, Michael doesn’t talk to customers who don’t approach him for help first. It’s best practice in a store that sells pornography and sex toys—most customers don’t want to be questioned about their kinks, and those that do usually already know what they’re looking for—but the pull he feels toward this man is undeniable. He’s curious about him for reasons he can’t explain, and as his feet carry him off in the direction the man went, Michael decides not to question it.

Michael weaves casually through the aisles until he finds the man staring up at the floor to ceiling wall display of dildos and other anal toys—because of course he does. He sends a prayer to a god he doesn’t believe in that this man isn’t buying something for his girlfriend before he steps in line beside him.

“See something you like?” Michael asks, toning down his customer service voice into something approaching normal human speech.

Up close, he can see the man has a septum piercing, which glints a little in the light. Michael’s seen plenty of people with body jewelry come through this store, but he’s never really thought of it as cute until now.

The man smiles at him, a little shy, but Michael’s not so distracted this time that he misses the way his eyes flick over his body in naked interest, and it leaves him feeling a little hot under the collar.

“I’m not sure yet,” the stranger answers.

Even his voice is nice, Michael notes, deeper than he expects and smooth like honey.

Michael nods in understanding. He gets it—this wall can certainly be intimidating, even for someone who’s been to a sex shop before. He looks the man over again, taking in his charmingly flushed cheeks, and wonders if it’s his first time in a place like this. If maybe he needs a little help after all.

It’s a good thing Michael’s an expert, huh?

He doesn’t want to come at him too strongly, though. Encountering an overbearing sales associate isn’t any more fun than being one, and Michael certainly isn’t looking to push the guy passed his personal boundaries. He may be smitten, but he’s not an asshole.

“Well, if you have any questions about any of our products, my name’s Michael,” he says, flashing him a warm smile.

He’s about to go off in search of a nearby display to straighten up so he can give the man some space, but his voice catches Michael’s attention once more.

“And if I don’t have questions?” the man asks, and when Michael turns to look at him there’s a real smile tugging at his lips this time. “What should I call you then?”

Michael laughs, shaking his head as he shoots back, “Okay, smartass, what should I call you?”

For a single, horrible second after his own words reach his ears, Michael thinks he’s gone too far, but the sudden burst of anxiety in his chest turns out to be for nothing—the man’s grin only grows wider.

“Alex,” he says, and to Michael’s surprise he holds his hand out for him.

Alex’s palm is warm against his when he shakes it, and Michael can’t help but wonder how it would feel anchored in his curls or clutching tight to the skin of his hips.

“So, Alex,” Michael starts, emboldened by the introduction. He finds he likes the way Alex’s name feels in his mouth. “What are you in the market for today?”

Alex flushes a little and it’s so endearing Michael has to bite the inside of his bottom lip to keep from smiling.

“That’s the thing—I don’t really know,” Alex answers honestly. “There’s just so many options.”

“Okay, well, let’s start with an easier question: are you shopping for yourself or a significant other?” he asks, and, yeah, maybe he’s planning on filing the answer to his question away for later. Sue him.

Alex looks at him like maybe he suspects ulterior motives, but Michael shamelessly holds his gaze.

“No boyfriend,” Alex says, the corner of his mouth twitching up. “I’m looking for something for myself.”

“Fantastic,” Michael smiles, before he slips a little deeper into salesman mode. “So, judging by the aisle we’re standing in, I’m gonna take a leap and say that you’re looking for a toy you can use for internal anal stimulation. Is that right?”

“Yeah. Think you can help me out with that?” Alex asks, sliding his hands into his pockets.

“Definitely,” Michael answers with a smirk before he turns to the wall display. “As you can see, we have a pretty wide selection; you name it, we’ve probably either got it in stock or can have it shipped in three to five business days. Is there a particular price point you’re aiming for?”

Alex seems to think about it. “I’m not really looking to spend more than $100, but I could go up to $150 if it’ll change my life.”

“I can work with that,” Michael assures him. “Any other parameters I should keep in mind?”

“I’ve read that jelly toys can be dangerous, so definitely not anything made out of that,” Alex says, and Michael’s glad to hear he’s done his research. Jelly toys are frustratingly popular because they’re so cheap and Michael usually has to put in a little work to talk people out of buying them.

“Oh yeah, fuck that jelly shit,” Michael agrees, and Alex’s startled laugh makes his heart skip. “They’re impossible to sanitize properly and they’re full of toxic chemicals—you wouldn’t believe the horror stories I’ve heard about them since I started working here. If you’re looking for something with a softer texture, medical grade silicone is really the only way to go. Just make sure you stick to water-based lube or else you could ruin your toy.”

Alex nods thoughtfully, like he’s read that too.

“Glass and metal are also good options,” Michael continues. “They obviously feel a lot harder inside you, but they’re easy to clean, you don’t have to be as careful about what lube you use, and they’re naturally waterproof. They’re excellent for temperature play, too, if you’re into that.”

“Never tried it,” Alex confesses.

“It’s not for everyone, but it can be a fun time,” Michael says, recalling the scorching summer afternoon he spent fooling around with an ice cube tray and a girl he met on Tinder. “So, your options are metal, glass, and silicone. Any preference?”

Michael notices Alex’s eye catching on a set of stainless steel plugs, but he answers, “Silicone for now, I think.”

“Good choice,” Michael replies easily. “So, now that we know what material you’re looking for, let’s talk about your ideal experience. What are you looking to get out of your purchase?”

“An orgasm?” Alex answers, his confusion evident.

Michael laughs. “Sorry, I meant—how would you like to get there? What sort of sensation are you looking for?”

Alex looks a little lost at the question, so Michael turns to plan B.

“See, this one, for example,” Michael says, pointing to a familiar black prostate massager, “is great for when you wanna get off fast and hard. It’s not too thick, so you don’t have to spend a ton of time opening yourself up for it, and the curve puts the tip of it right up on your p-spot. It’s also got a bunch of different vibration settings and get this: It’s waterproof.”

Alex hums in interested acknowledgement, though Michael notes that the longer he talks, the more Alex’s attention is fixed on him, not the toy.

Feeling bold, Michael adds, “I’d advise caution if you’ve got thin walls though.”

“Why, does it make a lot of noise?” Alex asks curiously.

A slow grin spreads across Michael’s lips. “No,” he says with a shake of his head. “But you will.”

Michael watches Alex try and fail to suppress a smile, his full bottom lip caught between his teeth.

“You seem pretty sure of that,” Alex says when he releases it. “That from firsthand experience, or are you just a really good salesman?”

Michael laughs, equal parts delighted by Alex’s flirting and embarrassed by the memory his question brings to mind.

“What?” Alex asks, a smile building on his face.

“I probably shouldn’t tell you,” Michael hesitates, his face heating up just thinking about it. “It’s kind of embarrassing.”

“Aw, come on,” Alex goads him. “Don’t be such a tease.”

Michael gasps in mock offense. “I’ve been called a lot of things, but a tease isn’t one of them.”

“That mean you’re gonna tell me what’s got you blushing like that after all?” Alex asks.

“I’m not blushing,” Michael protests, even though he definitely is.

Alex raises an eyebrow at him. It’s stupidly attractive.

With a huff, Michael considers his options. He doesn’t usually give personal anecdotes like this to customers, but there’s just something about Alex that makes Michael want to give him whatever he wants.

“Fuck it, why not?” Michael says to himself.

Alex smiles victoriously and settles in to listen.

“So, about a year ago, I came in to work and found this box sitting on the table in the break room, which was filled with a bunch of different toys from the company that makes that massager. I asked my boss about it and she said the company sent her a bunch of free samples.”

“Does that happen often?” Alex interrupts to ask. “Companies just send you free stuff?”

“Eh, sometimes, if it’s from a new line of toys that a company wants retailers to hype up,” Michael explains. “It helps that my boss Jackie’s wife Kris has a pretty popular blog where she tests and rates toys, so she gets free stuff all the time.”

“Huh,” Alex says. “So I’m guessing you took one after your shift?”

“Oh yeah,” Michael nods. “Tried it out as soon as I got home.”

“How was it?”

“Intense is about the only word that covers it,” Michael answers. “Those vibrations can be really powerful, it was like nothing else I’d ever tried before. Definitely one of my top ten solo orgasms of all time.”

“Not number one?” Alex asks with a raised eyebrow.

“Well, I came in, like, a minute, so no, not quite,” Michael laughs.

“Is that the embarrassing part?” Alex asks. “That you came so fast?”

“Not quite,” Michael winces, his cheeks flushing. “As I was coming, I screamed so loud that the little old lady whose living room is on the other side of my bedroom called the cops on me. Apparently, she thought I was being murdered.”

“Oh no,” Alex laughs, eyes wide.

“Yeah,” Michael agrees. “Not exactly the happy ending I was after.”

Alex laughs again, but there’s heat behind his eyes too when he asks, a moment later, “Not usually a screamer, I take it?”

“Oh, I wouldn’t say that,” Michael winks.

“Mm,” Alex hums thoughtfully. He looks Michael right in the eye as he asks, “Well, what if I don’t want to get off that fast? What if I want to make it last?”

Michael tries not to smile as he gets back to business.

“Well, I should mention that this massager does also have softer levels of vibration intensity, which I only discovered after Officer ACAB knocked on my door,” Michael says.

Alex laughs before asking incredulously, “You didn’t read the instructions?”

“Uh, no,” Michael admits. “I’m more of a ‘take things apart and see how they work’ kinda guy, I’ve never been big on reading the directions.”

“Even after your little misadventure?” Alex asks.

“Hey, don’t knock my process. I got a fantastic orgasm out of that ‘misadventure,’” Michael reminds him.

“How could I forget?” Alex asks, shooting Michael a look that really tests his self-restraint.

Michael huffs a laugh and reaches up to scratch the back of his own neck so he doesn’t do something stupid, like push Alex against the fucking dildo display and kiss that look off his face.

“So, anyway,” Michael starts, shifting the topic back toward the task at hand, “you can either learn from my mistakes or you can try something that doesn’t have vibrations at all. We’ve got a great selection of dildos in all shapes and sizes.”

“Do any of them come with a story?” Alex asks cheekily.

Michael snickers in spite of himself. “Maybe,” he says noncommittally. “Let’s see what we’ve got in stock.”

Michael hums as he looks over the display, searching for another recommendation he can make, when his eye catches on a purple dildo with ribbing along the shaft.

“This one’s a good starter dildo,” he says, pointing it out. “It’s a pretty modest size, but the ribbing feels really nice and there’s a suction cup on the bottom if you wanna stick it somewhere and fuck yourself onto it. There’s also a few by the same company that have a hole that you can slide a bullet vibrator into if you wanna get something that can do both.”

“Have you tried them all?” Alex asks.

Michael laughs, looking up at the expansive display of dildos. “Not all of them,” he says, glancing over to Alex as he continues, “but the employee discount here is very generous and, as you already know, sometimes we get free shit. I’ve built up a bit of a collection since I started working here.”

“I see,” Alex replies, the corner of his mouth turning up before he sucks his bottom lip into his mouth. Michael tracks the movement hungrily when Alex releases it a moment later to ask, “Which one’s your favorite?”

“Depends,” Michael shrugs, aiming for nonchalance even though he can feel himself chubbing up in his jeans.

“On?”

“On how full I wanna feel,” Michael answers, and there’s no mistaking the heat that blazes in Alex’s eyes at those words, nor the sudden intake of breath that fills his chest.

If Alex wants him half as much as it looks like he does, Michael doesn’t even care if he gets fired for where this conversation is headed, so long as it ends with Alex’s hands on him.

“See, sometimes all I’m looking for is enough internal stimulation to get the job done,” Michael elaborates, his eyes watching Alex closely. “When I feel like that, I’ll use that prostate massager I showed you earlier on myself.”

Alex’s eyes flick over to the sleek black toy still sitting on the shelf that they’d just discussed.

“And the other times?” Alex asks when he tears his eyes away.

“Other times… other times I really wanna feel it,” Michael purrs, taking a step closer. Alex’s eyes drop right to his mouth, his tongue flicking out to wet his bottom lip, and Michael can’t stop himself from asking, “You ever get like that, Alex? Like you just need something thick and heavy filling you up, so deep you’ll be feeling it for days?”

“Yeah,” Alex rasps.

“You wanna know what I fuck myself with then?” he asks.

Alex nods, eyes still on Michael’s mouth.

Michael gives him a sly grin before he backs up a few steps to find the sample of the eight inch galaxy dildo he treated himself to a few months ago. Alex follows him, as if they’re connected by an invisible string.

“This one,” he says, removing it from the shelf and offering it up for Alex’s inspection.

Alex takes it from him, his eyes passing over it with interest as he tests the give of the silicone with his fingers. Michael wonders if he’s imagining what it would look like inside him. He hopes he is.

“It might not look like much compared to some of the fucking horse cocks we sell here, but it’s thick,” Michael says, his cock hardening further the more he thinks about it, the longer Alex stands there holding it. “Takes me some time to work up to it, but it’s always worth it when I do.”

“Yeah?” Alex asks, eyes fixed where he’s shifting his hold on the dildo to measure it’s thickness with his fingers.

“Yeah,” Michael breathes, watching how Alex wraps his thumb and forefinger in a tight circle around the toy. They only just touch around its girth.

Alex hums to himself, sounding pleased, and Michael’s gut churns with the need to hear that sound again.

“I bet this stretches you out nice, huh,” Alex wonders a moment later, and with the way he stares at Michael then, like he’s trying to picture how he would look stuffed full, his rim taught over the silicone, he just knows Alex isn’t speaking generically.

“Yeah, it does,” Michael agrees quietly, trying not to squirm under the intensity of Alex’s gaze.

“How do you use it?” Alex asks him, stoking the flames inside him further.

“If you play your cards right, you just might find out,” Michael shoots back.

“You’d let me watch?” Alex asks, a smile teasing at his lips, and it’s all Michael can do not to get lost in the idea of riding that toy while Alex watches with his hand around his cock.

“Think I’d let you do more than that,” Michael admits.

Alex full-on grins at that, but before he can open his mouth to reply someone clears their throat behind them.

Michael’s heart seizes in his chest as he whips around to see Jenna Cameron, a regular customer and occasional drinking buddy of his, standing with her thumbs tucked into her police-issue gun belt. Michael can feel his erection flag at the sight of her.

“What’s a girl gotta do to get some service around here, Guerin?” Cameron asks, somehow managing to look annoyed and amused simultaneously. He notices there’s a discreet black plastic bag dangling from her fingers. “I’ve got places to be.”

“Shit, sorry, I didn’t hear anyone else come in,” Michael apologizes, trying and failing to keep a blush off his face.

“I can see that,” she answers with a pointed glance at Alex.

Michael takes an instinctive step away from him and clears his throat.

“I’ve gotta—“ he says to Alex, jerking his thumb behind him.

“Yeah,” Alex nods, eyes on his shoelaces. It makes the pleasure that had been coiling in his belly sour further.

“I’ll be right back,” Michael tells him, soft enough that Cameron won’t overhear.

The smile Alex gives him in return is encouraging enough that Michael’s fairly certain he won’t disappear if he leaves, so he follows Cameron back toward the register, all the while pointedly ignoring the smirk he can feel her directing at the side of his face.

He walks around the other side of the cash wrap and crosses his arms over his chest before he asks her, without an ounce of enthusiasm, “What do you want?”

“Damn, you’re really earning that employee of the month trophy aren’t you, Guerin?” she jokes, tossing the bag on the table. “I bought a harness this weekend, but it was broken when I took it out of the box. Receipt’s in the bag.”

Michael takes the box the leather strap-on harness came in out of the bag along with the receipt.

“Do you want a refund or an exchange?”

“Refund,” she says. “I’m thinking about getting one of those strapless ones instead.”

“You should talk to Kris, she’s got opinions about those,” he says as he starts scanning the receipt.

“Oh?” Cameron asks. “Is she here?”

“Nope,” he says, popping the ‘p’. “You can catch her at the bondage workshop she’s running later though.”

“Perfect,” she replies before leaning forward onto the counter on her elbows. “So are you gonna tell me who the hottie with the nose ring you were talking to is?”

“Why, so you can find out if he’s got any priors?” Michael jokes, not taking his eyes off his task.

“Very funny,” Cameron deadpans. “You fuck him yet?”

“None of your business,” Michael answers.

“So that’s a no, then,” she smirks, and Michael lets out a long-suffering sigh in response.

“Don’t you have places to be? Donuts to eat?” he asks, pushing her return receipt hastily in her direction.

Before Cameron can answer, the front door swings open and in walks a short middle-aged woman with a dark brown pixie cut carrying an iced coffee and a stack of papers.

Michael startles at the sight of her, realizing it must be later in his shift than he’d thought—exactly how long had he stood there talking to Alex?—but he’s never been one to look a gift horse in the mouth.

“Kris!” Michael calls to her. “Perfect timing, Cam’s got some strap-on questions for you.”

“Well, I’ve got some strap-on answers,” Kris answers cheerfully as she walks around them to drop the stack of papers—freshly-printed but yet-to-be-folded safe sex pamphlets, Michael notices—onto the counter next to the second register. “Step into my office, baby girl.”

Cameron shoots Michael a look before she steps to the side to talk to Kris, who’s leaning patiently against the side of the cash wrap.

With Cameron finally out of his hair but Kris close enough to notice him leave, Michael starts planning his escape so he can find Alex again, but it turns out he doesn’t need one. When he looks up after putting Cam’s broken harness in the bin under the counter, he sees the man in question approaching his register with a familiar black box in his hands.

“I was gonna wait for you,” Alex explains as he sets the box on the counter, “but I’m actually supposed to be meeting my brother soon.”

“Shame,” Michael says, wishing they had more time. “I was looking forward to finishing that conversation.”

Alex glances covertly at Kris and Cameron before he leans a hair closer and says, “Don’t know that it was the conversation you were hoping to finish.”

Michael blushes, casting a look at Kris and Cameron to make sure they’re too engrossed in their conversation to notice when he leans in a little further and says, low so only Alex will hear, “What can I say? I’m very committed to customer satisfaction.”

Alex laughs, a bright and happy sound that makes Michael’s heart feel strangely full, before he asks, “You charm all your customers like this?”

“No,” Michael says honestly. “Not even a little bit.”

Alex looks at him for a long minute, trying to spot the lie, and when he finds none he merely shakes his head with an incredulous smile.

“Lucky me,” he says.

Michael winks at him before he turns his attention to the box on the counter, shifting it in his hands until he finds the barcode. He usually never comments on his customers’ purchases, but with this one he simply can’t resist.

“Went with the prostate massager, huh?” Michael asks, as he rings him up.

“What can I say?” Alex answers, a smile creeping onto his face. “You made me curious.”

“Well, I don’t think you’ll be disappointed,” Michael says.

“No,” Alex replies, and the way he looks at him then makes Michael wonder if they’re still talking about the massager. “I don’t think I will.”

Michael smiles at him before he tells him his total. Alex inserts the end of his card in the reader and his receipt prints a brief moment later.

“Can you sign here?” Michael asks, passing Alex the merchant’s copy of his receipt and the green pen he’d been grading with earlier.

“Mhm,” Alex hums, plucking the pen from his fingers and signing his name in a delicate script.

Michael ducks under the counter to find a bag adequately sized for Alex’s purchase before he places the box inside it along with Alex’s copy of the receipt.

“You’re all set,” Michael says, pushing the box in Alex’s direction.

“Thanks,” Alex smiles, holding the merchant copy of the receipt out for Michael to take. “And this is for you.”

Their fingers brush as Michael takes it from him and Michael swears he can feel the tension crackling between them at the simple touch.

“Thanks,” Michael says, mouth a little dry.

Alex glances back to Kris and Cam before he says, “Have a nice day, Michael.”

“You too,” Michael says, his eyes straying pointedly to the black bag in Alex’s hand.

“Oh, I will,” Alex says, one corner of his lips lifting up into a smile before he turns and heads for the door.

Michael can’t help but watch his ass and those broad shoulders as he leaves.

Once Alex is gone, Michael unfolds the receipt Alex left for him. He’s about to slide it into the folder they keep by the register for receipts when he notices the phone number printed neatly beside Alex’s signature. Below, Alex has also written the words: Hit me up if you want to hear my review.

“You strike out?”

Michael startles, looking up to see Cameron leaning on the counter, a lot closer than she was a moment ago. He sees Kris at the far end, folding her papers into pamphlets for her workshop later.

“Not quite,” Michael grins and pockets the receipt.

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Sweater Weather Roster Description:

(So I probably definitely forgot some things. There’s a lot of complicated matching up that went into this. But, regardless, I wanted to post it, so we’ll fix and add as we go! <3)

James Potter: (Pots, Pothead, Potty)

Position: Left Wing, First Line

Number: 7

Years In The League: 7—drafted, no college.

Previous Teams: None

Description: 25. 6’1”. Dark brown hair, hazel eyes, white. Can usually be seen wearing whatever Lily buys him. Known on the team for being a joker, but also someone you can go to for any reason. Hyper.

Nationality: American. Hometown: Boston, MA.

S/O: Girlfriend, Lily Evans.

Closest to on the team: Sirius Black and Sergei Ivanov, but basically everyone.

Rooms With: No one

Sits with on the bus/plane: Sirius Black

Lives With: Girlfriend Lily Evans

Injury: Multiple concussions

Puck Personality Fun Fact: Putting his contacts in, because he usually wears glasses, gets him really into the game mode. His favorite food is treacle tart, which he had when he took his girlfriend Lily to England—now she makes it for him on his birthday.

Favorite Moment On Team: When he told them that he and Lily were pregnant and they all celebrated.

Superstition: He has to call his girlfriend, Lily, before every game.

Warm Up Song: Eye of the Tiger

What the announcers say when he scores: “Aaaaannndd Potter is wheeling tonight!!”

Sirius Black: (Padfoot, Cap, Captain)

Position: Center, First Line

Number: 12

Years In The League: 6—First pick overall, no college.

Previous Teams: None

Description: 24. 6’3”. Black hair, gray eyes, white. Hair gets really fluffy in humidity and it drives him insane. Short hair, curls above his ears. Loves a good backwards hat. One of the strongest on the team.

Nationality: French-Canadian. Hometown: Montreal, Canada.

S/O: Remus Lupin—secret.

Closest to on the team: James Potter and Adam Fox and William LeBlanc

Rooms With: No One

Sits with on the bus/plane: James Potter

Lives With: No one

Injury: Badly broken ankle, one mild concussion

Puck Personality Fun Fact: He had a very hard time coming up with one, so James chose one for him. He pretends to hate the rookies, but will drop literally everything for anything they need. He’s also really bad at taking his pre-game nap.

(Pascal Dumais from the background: “He does not understand household chores!” “Shut up, Dumo!”)

Favorite Moment On Team: His first game after deciding to stand up to his mother about getting a trade. He could finally relax, and enjoy himself. When he scored the first goal, he let his teammates celebrate with him.

Superstition: There are so many. There are too many. Has to go out onto the ice last, has to have a butter and honey toasted sandwich before the game at 5:00 pm, has to do his stretches in a certain order, has to put on and sharpen his left skate first. Cannot even talk about the Cup without freaking out. Will wear the same gross hat until it literally reeks if they’re on a hot streak.

Warm Up Song: Doesn’t really have one.

What the announcers say when he scores: “Seriously!!! That is one serious goal!!” “That Black back-hander will kill a fella!”

Finn O’Hara: (Harzy, Fish)

Position: Right Wing

Number: 17

Years In The League: 3. Went to Harvard College.

Previous Teams: None

Description: 23. 6’0’’. Dark red hair, luscious and fluffy. White. Wavy. Light freckles. Brown eyes. Is a single eyebrow raiser. Habit of saluting. More on the slender side of muscle. Is a bit of a worry-wart. Super sarcastic.

Nationality: American. Hometown: New York, New York.

S/O: June Calder—sort of.

Closest to on the team: Logan Tremblay and Leo Knut and Olli Halla

Rooms With: Timmy Jones

Sits with on the bus/plane: Kasey Winter

Lives With: Leo Knut

Injury: Two bad concussions in college.

Puck Personality Fun Fact: He wanted it to be that he’s real fucking good in bed, but it’s that he likes eating grilled cheese with strawberry jam because his older brother, Alexander, used to make it for him all the time when they were kids.

Favorite Moment On Team: Probably that one team dinner where Blizzard got drunk and tried to swim in a fountain. Or when he found out that Logan also got drafted to the Lions the year after him.

Superstition: Has to have a grilled cheese and strawberry jam before every game. Has to tape his own sticks on the bench. Has a handshake with Logan they do before walking down the tunnel.

Warm Up Song: Hollaback Girl, Gwen Stefani

What the announcers say when he scores: “OOOOOOOO’HARA HOW DARA!! WHAT A GOAL!��

Timmy Jones: (Timmers)

Position: Defenseman

Number: 62

Years In The League: 10. Went to Boston University

Previous Teams: New York Islanders

Description: 31. 6’1”. Black hair, braided, reaches his shoulders and he likes to tie it up sometimes, hazel eyes. Black. One of the most popular jerseys because he’s such a crowd pleaser always riling them up and talking to fans through the glass. He’s also one of the biggest Instagram users and is always posting really funny locker room videos.

Nationality: Canadian. Vancouver, Canada.

S/O: Single

Closest to on the team: Olli Halla and William LeBlanc and Thomas Walker

Rooms With: Finn O’Hara

Lives With: Olli Halla

Sits with on the bus/plane: Olli Halla

Injury: Fractured foot a few years ago.

Puck Personality Fun Fact: Kasey’s rival for best hair in the league. Famous for his crazy cellys

Favorite Moment On Team: Conference Finals! And when all the boys touch Moody’s leg for good luck.

Superstition: Has a lucky towel that no one is allowed to wash.

Warm Up Song: Where are Ü Now, Jack Ü, Skrillex, Justin Bieber

What the announcers say when he scores: Timmers strikes again!!

Olli Halla: (Olli)

Position: Defenseman

Number: 5

Years In The League: 10, Undrafted.

Previous Teams: Winnipeg Jets.

Description: 6’2”. 32. Very, very blonde hair, nearly white. Pale blue eyes. Cute little nose. Cannot grow a beard to save his life. Total baby-face. Is sort of shy and awkward. What a sweetheart.

Nationality: Finish. Hometown: Helsinki, Finland.

S/O: Single.

Closest to on the team: Timmy Jones and Finn O’Hara

Rooms With: Elias Cook

Lives With: Timmy Jones

Sits with on the bus/plane: Timmy Jones

Injury: Concussion, twice. A few bruised ribs.

Puck Personality Fun Fact: Wins the pre-game team kick-around almost every time. Brings awareness to charities that contribute to doing research on the brain and brain injuries.

Favorite Moment On Team: When the team welcomed him back from his pretty serious concussion (he missed nearly a year) by all wearing the number 5 out on the ice during warm ups.

Superstition: Wears his cross and says a small prayer after the national anthem. Also has to play in the kick-around.

Warm Up Song: Replay, Iyaz

What the announcers say when he scores: (G)oooooolllliiiii!

Brady Smith: (Smitty)

Position: Right Wing

Number: 92

Years In The League: 10. Drafted.

Previous Teams: Washington Capitals

Description: 28, 6’3”. Black hair, blue eyes. Black. The sweetest person you will ever meet in your life. Is adored by all of the hockey wives and girlfriends. Can speak Spanish and (ofc) German. Has a tattoo he has on his back shoulder blade of the Stanley Cup which he won with the Washington Capitals. The cup says his wife and two kid’s names on it with room for more—this man loves his babies.

Nationality: German. Hometown: Berlin, Germany, where his mother is from, but moved to the Boston, MA when he was 15 years old—where his father is from.

S/O: Married to his wife Allison, and they’re expecting their third child. Their first is a boy named Max, their second a boy named Noah.

Closest to on the team: Evgeni Kuznetsov and Jackson Nadeau.

Lives With: His family

Sits with on the bus/plane: Evan Kane

Rooms With: Evan Kane

Injury: Frequently separates his shoulder :(

Puck Personality Fun Fact: He’s part of the Lions’ power play. Is actually a really good tattoo artist and has inked Kris Lavolie and Evgeni Kuznetsov. He gave Kris the date of his daughter’s birth, and he gave Evgeni a tiger on his left bicep.

Favorite Moment On Team: He really loved when Sirius became Captain. He felt a shift in their team’s drive.

Superstition: Has to read the note his son wrote him a few years ago.

Warm Up Song: Anything Drake

What the announcers say when he scores: Braaaddyyy Smith! What a goal!

Pascal Dumais: (Dumo)

Position: Center

Number: 9

Years In The League: 24, drafted first overall.

Previous Teams: New York Rangers, Colorado Avalanche.

Description: 41. 6’1’’. Brown hair, cut pretty short but brushes up at the front or superman curl. White. Hazel/green eyes, dark eyelashes and brows. Scruffy beard always. Is the dad of the team. Well tell anyone who asks the hilarious stories of when Sirius lived with him.

Nationality: French Canadian. Hometown: Montreal.

S/O: Celeste Dumais, wife. And four children. Adele (13), Louis (10), Marc (9), and Katie (7).

Closest to on the team: Logan Tremblay and Sergei Ivanov.

Lives With: His wife and four kids—and Logan of course.

Rooms With: No one

Sits with on the bus/plane: No one, he enjoys the peace and quiet (not that anyone gives him any)

Injury: Broken wrist. Bruised ribs. Mild concussion. Lost too many teeth to count.

Puck Personality Fun Fact: The BIGGEST prankster on the team. Loves fine wine.

Favorite Moment On Team: Whenever the crowd chants “Duuummmooooo,” or the first time Sirius smiled.

Superstition: Slaps Sergei’s ass before they walk down the tunnel. No one knows why.

Warm Up Song: Eight Days A Week by The Beatles

What the announcers say when he scores: "Pascal Dumais everybody! One of the oldest in the league—he’s still got it!”

Logan Tremblay: (Tremzy, [Finn: Lo])

Position: Right Wing

Number: 10

Years In The League: 2. Went to Harvard College.

Previous Teams: None.

Description: 22. 5’9’’. Dark brown hair, long enough to be wavy and always wearing a snapback. Green eyes. Light freckles. White. Always sinfully tan. Really broad and strong. Those arms and chest muscles damn. Really dark, long eyelashes. Clean shaven. Really loud, always mildly grumpy. Flirts with EVERYTHING.

Nationality: French Canadian. Hometown: Rimouski, Quebec, Canada.

S/O: Single…..

Closest to on the team: Leo Knut, Finn O’Hara, and Pascal Dumais, Thomas Walker.

Lives With: Pascal Dumais

Rooms With: Leo Knut

Sits with on the bus/plane: Leo Knut

Injury: He broke a finger and a foot and frequently has black eyes from fights.

Puck Personality Fun Fact: Has a fleur-de-lis necklace that he never takes off. Spends his summers in Nice, France where his mother is from. Bites his nails.

Favorite Moment On Team: Playing with Finn again.

Superstition: Says he isn’t superstitious but he is. Won’t touch the kick-around soccer ball before he decides to play. Has a handshake with Finn they do before walking down the tunnel.

Warm Up Song: Whatever It Takes, Imagine Dragons.

What the announcers say when he scores: “Scooorree!!! Oh, the tremble before Tremblay!”

Thomas Walker: (Talker, Walkie-Talkie)

Position: Defenseman —also an enforcer.

Number: 43

Years In The League: 8. University of Wisconsin.

Previous Teams: None.

Description: 30, 6’2”. Short hair, brown eyes, one of the most ripped guys on the team. Black. Pierced ears, usually small gold hoops. Takes them out for play. The Lions organization does a segment with him called Walkie-Talkie where he goes around the locker room and interviews his team mates with funny questions.

Nationality: American. Hometown: Chicago, IL.

S/O: Single

Closest to on the team: Timmy Jones and Adam Fox and Logan Tremblay.

Lives With: No one

Rooms With: Adam Fox.

Sits with on the bus/plane: Anyone who wants to CHAT.

Injury: Broken foot, some broken fingers.

Puck Personality Fun Fact: He got his nickname Talker because he never shuts up on the ice. Starts a lot of fights.

Favorite Moment On Team: When Kasey jumped in the fountain.

Superstition: Needs to take a three minute nap between periods. He puts a towel over his head right in his stall and literally falls asleep for three minutes. (James: it’s fucking weird”)

Warm Up Song: Top hits, just needs the background noise.

What the announcers say when he scores: “Goal!!! He just walks right up there, don’t he?”

Sergei Ivanov: (Vans)

Position: Defenseman

Number: 55

Years In The League: 23, Drafted, no college.

Previous Teams: Pittsburgh Penguins, Colorado Avalanche, Vegas Golden Knights.

Description: 40. 5’11”. Light brown-gray hair—was blonde, losing it at the front a little. White. Really stern blue eyes that transform and crinkle when he smiles (but it’s hard to get a real smile out of him, and the boys feel really accomplished when they do).

Nationality: Russian. Hometown: Omsk.

S/O: Anya. They have three daughters: Aleandra (10), Evenlina (8), and Katya (7).

Closest to on the team: Kris Lavolie and Pascal Dumais and James Potter

Lives With: His wife and children.

Rooms With: No one.

Sits with on the bus/plane: Kris Lavolie.

Injury: Shoulder injury

Puck Personality Fun Fact: Loves classical music

Favorite Moment On Team: One of his daughters was born the same night he got his first hat-trick. Some of the team came to the hospital with him.

Superstition: Stops at a Church on his way to the rink everyday for a few quiet moments.

Warm Up Song: He doesn’t have one, he prefers to talk to everyone instead.

What the announcers say when he scores: SERGEI SCORES!

Jackson Nadeau: (Nado)

Position: Left Wing

Number: 58

Years In The League: 8. Went to College but didn’t finish.

Previous Teams: Chicago Blackhawks

Description: 26, 6’0”. Dark brown hair, chin length and straight, blue eyes. White. Is very laid back and a big flirt. Has cheek bones that could kill and a very stark scar running down one of them from a skate in the face.

Nationality: French Canadian. Victoria, Canada.

S/O: Single

Closest to on the team: Evgeni Kuznetsov and Brady Smith

Lives With: Evgeni Kuznetsov

Rooms With: Evgeni Kuznetsov

Sits with on the bus/plane: Evgeni Kuznetsov

Injury: Skate to the face, other minor things.

Puck Personality Fun Fact: Rival with Evgeni for most pick ups on the team. Has many tattoos—one full sleeve, working on the other.

Favorite Moment On Team: Probably when Evgeni got traded, he found his best friend.

Superstition: Has a handshake with Evgeni.

Warm Up Song: He won’t tell you up front but Hamilton.

What the announcers say when he scores: Rapidly repeating “Nadeau, Nadeau, Nadeau!!!”

Evgeni Kuznetsov: (Kuny)

Position: Center. Enforcer.

Number: 86

Years In The League: 10. Drafted.

Previous Teams: Anaheim Ducks, Calgary Flames, Buffalo Sabres.

Description: 27. 6’4”. Short cropped light brown hair and puppy-dog brown eyes. Has a slightly chipped front left tooth. White. Very heavy Russian accent, doesn’t speak perfect English and uses this fact to get out of interviews. Is very charming. Literally a giant.

Nationality: Russian. Magnitogorsk, Russia.

S/O: Single and ready to mingle—or already does mingle. Excessively.

Closest to on the team: Brady Smith and Jackson Nadeau

Lives With: Jackson Nadeau

Rooms With: Jackson Nadeau

Sits with on the bus/plane: Jackson Nadeau

Injury: Had to have knee surgery.

Puck Personality Fun Fact: Will tell you he has the most pick-ups on the team, but it might be Nado. He’s always making jokes in Russian that basically only Sergei and Henrik can understand and Sergei just rolls his eyes while Henrik laughs.

Favorite Moment On Team: He loves team dinners, just hanging out with the guys.

Superstition: Has a handshake with Jackson.

Warm Up Song: BLASTS Russian rap.

What the announcers say when he scores: THE RUSSIAN BEAR STRIKES AGAIN!

Evan Kane: (Kaner)

Position: Right Wing

Number: 51

Years In The League: Two. Went to College at Boston University.

Previous Teams: Calgary Flames.

Description: 23. 5’11”. Tan skin with freckles and brown eyes, black, short hair. Hispanic. Super strong and holds lots of team workout records. The brightest smile. Eyebrows on point. Loves to read, was an English major at school.

Nationality: American. Hometown: Boston, MA.

S/O: His girlfriend, Caroline Hall.

Closest to on the team: Brady Smith and Elias Cook, and Leo Knut

Lives With: His girlfriend.

Rooms With: Brady Smith

Sits with on the bus/plane: Brady Smith

Injury: Nothing major up to date.

Puck Personality Fun Fact: Wicked fast. One of the fastest in the League.

Favorite Moment On Team: Probably meeting Pascal Dumais. He’s looked up to his playing style for a long time.

Superstition: Tapes his own sticks, sharpens his own skates.

Warm Up Song: Eminem

What the announcers say when he scores: “Yes he Kane!!!”

Adam Fox: (Foxy, Sexy)

Position: Defenseman

Number: 32.

Years In The League: 19. Drafted.

Previous Teams: New York Islanders.

Description: 36. 6’2”. White. Light brown hair that pushes up at the front and is shaved close at the sides. Blue eyes that will kill you.

Nationality: American. Hometown: Boston, MA.

S/O: Girlfriend, Lucìa Perez.

Closest to on the team: Thomas Walker and Sirius Black

Lives With: His girlfriend.

Rooms With: Thomas Walker

Sits with on the bus/plane: Elias Cook

Injury: Nothing too serious.

Puck Personality Fun Fact: Is constantly made fun of for being the prettiest. Ever.

Favorite Moment On Team: Bringing his girlfriend to her first game.

Superstition: Stretches in a certain order.

Warm Up Song: They boys will tell you it’s SexyBack but it’s actually just heavy metal.

What the announcers say when he scores: “A foxy goal!!”

Henrik Sunqvist: (Sunny, Sunshine)

Position: Defenseman

Number: 33

Years In The League: 10. Played in the Swedish league for a while.

Previous Teams: None in the NHL.

Description: 39. 5’11”. Blond hair, cut short, pale blue eyes, white. Warmest smile you’ve ever seen.

Nationality: Swedish. Hometown: Uppsala.

S/O: Linnea Sunqvist, his wife and their daughter and son, Maja (10) and Hugo (11).

Closest to on the team: Evander Bell

Lives With: His wife and family.

Rooms With: No one

Sits with on the bus/plane: Likes to sit alone with a nice audiobook sometimes.

Injury: Nothing major, a few minor concussions

Puck Personality Fun Fact: Almost never fights, but when he does…ouch. Can speak French and Russian.

Favorite Moment On Team: When he gets to morning practice and has coffee with the boys.

Superstition: Has to do a few somersaults in the locker room—we don’t know why.

Warm Up Song: Russian rap—no one knows why/how he knows Russian so well.

What the announcers say when he scores: “The sun is shining on Sunqvist!"

Elias Cook: (Cookie, Crock-pot)

Position: Left Wing

Number: 29

Years In The League: 7. Drafted.

Previous Teams: Toronto Maple Leafs

Description: 25. 5’11”. Hazel eyes, Black hair, baby curls so cute we love the curls.

Nationality: Canadian. Toronto.

S/O: Fiancee, Jamie Barrow.

Closest to on the team: Kasey Winter

Lives With: Jamie.

Rooms With: Olli Halla

Sits with on the bus/plane: Adam Fox

Injury:

Puck Personality Fun Fact: Loves spicy food. Once made Sirius cry by daring him to eat some really spicy dish.

Favorite Moment On Team: Listening to ABBA in the locker room.

Superstition: Does a few laps around the hallways. The press love to try to catch him for interviews while he’s doing this.

Warm Up Song: iSpy, KYLE and Lil Yachty

What the announcers say when he scores: “The stove is HOT for Cook tonight!”

William LeBlanc: (Bluey)

Position: Center

Number: 44

Years In The League: 3. Drafted.

Previous Teams: SKA Saint Petersburg.

Description: 24 6′1″. Brown hair, wavy, green eyes. White. Goes to Russia during his summers.

Nationality: French Canadian. Sherbrooke.

S/O: Single

Closest to on the team: Tyler Wright, Sirius Black.

Lives With: No one

Rooms With: Kris Lavolie

Sits with on the bus/plane: Tyler Wright

Injury: Concussion.

Puck Personality Fun Fact: Never learned Russian well, despite playing in the KHL.

Favorite Moment On Team: When Kasey jumped in the fountain.

Superstition: Has to touch all the boys’ names above their stalls

Warm Up Song: Russian rap.

What the announcers say when he scores: LeGOALLLLL

Evander Bell: (Ringer)

Position: Right Wing

Number: 21

Years In The League: 15. Drafted.

Previous Teams: Bruins, Red Wings.

Description: 33. 6’3”. Sandy blond hair and brown eyes. White. Pretty shy, but really kind. Laughs really loudly which then makes himself blush.

Nationality: American. Hometown: L.A.

S/O: His fiancee, Emily.

Closest to on the team: Henrik Sunqvist

Lives With: Emily and his son, Xavier.

Rooms With: None

Sits with on the bus/plane: Likes to sit alone, besides joining the card game.

Injury: Broken wrist.

Puck Personality Fun Fact: Can play the guitar and the piano. Is one of the team’s biggest You Can Play ambassadors (Pascal and Sergei are the other two most active). Always goes to the Gryffindor pride parade.

Favorite Moment On Team: The entire locker room singing We Are Never Getting Back Together. Beginning to see hearts on the glass at the team’s You Can Play Night.

Superstition: Wears the same hat and socks.

Warm Up Song: Taylor Swift.

What the announcers say when he scores: “A dead Ringer from Evander Bell!”

Kris Lavolie: (Volley)

Position: Defenseman

Number: 11

Years In The League: 3. Went to University of Michigan.

Previous Teams: None.

Description: 24, 6’1”. Dark hair that’s straight and falls to about his chin, brown eyes. White. Broadly built. Kind and a really good listener.

Nationality: French Canadian. Hometown: Quebec City.

S/O: Single

Closest to on the team: Sergei Ivanov

Lives With: His daughter, Aveline.

Rooms With: William LeBlanc

Sits with on the bus/plane: Sergei Ivanov

Injury: Broken rib.

Puck Personality Fun Fact: Kris is a single dad. One of his best friends, Lee, she takes care of his baby girl who is four now while he’s on the road. Sometimes she gets to go stay with Sergei’s family, too. Sergei helps him so much, and he’s thankful for him <3. His daughter’s name is Aveline and he will do ANYTHING for her.

Favorite Moment On Team: Taking his daughter to the Lions’ family skate for the first time.

Superstition: Talk to/call his daughter before every game.

Warm Up Song: XO, Beyoncé

What the announcers say when he scores: “La gooaaaaallll by Lavolie!!”

Tyler Wright: (Wrangler)

Position: Defenseman

Number: 8

Years In The League:

Previous Teams:

Description: 27. 6’2”. Hair that is shoulder length, really dark brown. Blue eyes. Square jaw. Has a bit of a temper on the ice, but is a sweetheart otherwise. Ironically doesn’t like fighting.

Nationality: American. Hometown: Minnesota, Minneapolis.

S/O: His girlfriend, Elsa, who lives in Sweden and is a professional football/soccer player.

Closest to on the team: William LeBlanc

Lives With: No one

Rooms With: No one

Sits with on the bus/plane: William LeBlanc

Injury: Nothing serious.

Puck Personality Fun Fact: Has four dachshunds named Puck, Deke, Gordie, and Stanley.

Favorite Moment On Team: Like many, when Kasey jumped into that fountain. “It was just so fuckin’ out of character, you know?”

Superstition: Has to participate in the kick around, and has to kick the ball last with his right foot.

Warm Up Song: Royals, Lorde.

What the announcers say when he scores: “Wright in the net!”

Kasey Winter: (Kase, Blizzard)

Position: Goalie

Number: 30

Years In The League: 8 years. Drafted, no college.

Previous Teams: New York Rangers.

Description: 26. 6’2’’. Light brown hair down to his shoulders. Known for being the most beautiful hair in the league. Softest brown eyes that psych shooters out. Grows a really gorgeous beard whenever the fuck he wants.

Nationality: Canadian. Home town: Ontario, Canada.

S/O: Girlfriend, Natalie Darcy

Closest to on the team: Elias Cook and Kris Lavolie

Lives With: His girlfriend, Natalie.

Rooms With: No one.

Sits with on the bus/plane: Finn O’Hara

Injury: Torn hamstring.

Puck Personality Fun Fact: Will have his girlfriend braid his hair for practice sometimes. (“You can say what you want, but keeps it out of my face. Good old boxer braids. It’s where it’s at.”)

Favorite Moment On Team: When the team got to the Conference Finals seven years ago.

Superstition: Has to do stretches in a certain order.

Warm Up Song: Wasabi by Little Mix (Thanks, Natalie)

What the announcers say when he makes a safe: “The Blizzard is blinding!” “It’s a squall!”

Leo Knut: (Nut, Knutty, Peanut, Peanut-butter)

Position: Goalie

Number: 1

Years In The League: His rookie season, so almost one. No college.

Previous Teams: None.

Description: 18. 6’3’’. Dark blond Hair, pretty wavy and falls over his forehead. Blue eyes. Button nose. Blond eyelashes. Cannot grow a beard to save his life.

Nationality: American. Hometown: New Orleans, Louisiana.

S/O: None….;)

Closest to on the team: Logan Tremblay and Finn O’Hara and Evan Kane

Lives With: Finn O’Hara

Rooms With: Logan Tremblay

Sits with on the bus/plane: Logan Tremblay

Injury: Nothing major.

Puck Personality Fun Fact: Has a small gray-streaked patch of hair by the front of his head from hitting his head really hard when he was little.

Favorite Moment On Team: Well, the first moment he felt most at home was when the rest of the boys started imitating his accent. Logan is the worst at it, but he does it the most.

Superstition: Not very superstitious…yet.

Warm Up Song: Violet, Bad Suns and Love On Top by Beyoncé

What the announcers say when he saves a puck: “Another nuts save for Knut!” “We’re nuts about Knut!” “Right in the nuts!”

#sweater weather #sweater weather player roster #hockey!au #sirius black #remus lupin #wolfstar au #wolfstar #sirius x remus #remus x sirius #lumosinlove #lumosinlove ocs #lumosinlove oc #Harry Potter fic #Harry Potter au #writing

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villainwithinme · 3 years ago

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Beauty Outside Pt. 1

Finally, Chapter two Part I of "The Villain Beauty Series". This wasn't easy for me to finish since there was a lot to discuss here. So, yes it will be a LONG post. I will start with beauty standards, pretty privilege, why you should still care about taking care of your appearance. And Part II I will give you tips on how to take care of your appearance. Let's get started.

Beauty standards in our society is FUCKING TOXIC. I mean look at how much it damaged peoples self esteem, caused eating disorders, get "unnecessary" surgeries, just straight up made people obsessed over looks. On top of that the beauty standards are around YT people. Because of celebrities like the Kardashians and Jenners some features that are not YT became a trend. Straight slim nose, big lips,tan skin, big boobs, big butts, slim waist. Don't get it twisted though these standards are still surrounding YT people. And these people can have pretty privilege.

Pretty privilege exists and if you don't fit the beauty standards you will get treated less than/ no one will really give a fuck about you. That's the truth about our society. Now I won't sit here and tell you that pretty people don't have it hard. But we are not here to talk about people that fit the standard are we. Yes, all of us have challenges in our daily life and our looks does have something to do with that (Obviously I am talking about certain situations). You can cuss me out all you want but this won't change how the world works. There is even a book by Laura James called "The Beauty Defense" talking about 30 women that got away with murder because of there looks. Still need more proof look up singer Kris Wu after shit hit the fan he still had fans defending him and even wanting to "break him out of jail." There are even numerous studies on how pretty people get less prison sentence, get paid more, are most likely to succeed, are most likely to get hired, and much more. Researching this topic you can see why this would be dangerous.

After reading you are probably wonder so why TF are you making a post on how to take care of your appearance?or you are probably going to be on some pity party. And I understand being in this society is EXHAUSTING but we can't be there for to long otherwise it will be damaging. My advise is to take breaks from social media and anything that can trigger you (or try to avoid). But remember running away won't change anything. My further advise won't be "It's all about being Confident" "You just need more confidence in yourself" honestly that's a bunch of bullshit. Confidence is a feeling, some days we feel good about ourselves other days we don't. The fact many people based that on how we should feel about our looks is fucked up. In the future I will be talking about the whole confidence thing on my other post "Beauty In Self Compassion & Attitude".

Taking care of our appearance shouldn't be a bad thing or feel like you are giving in to society. I want you to do this for you and not for them because your life is yours. It will also help you approach different areas in your life and can affect your mood.So start saying fuck you towards people that make you feel ashamed towards things you like to wear or just for being yourself. The way you want to dress, how you do your makeup and hair is a way of loving yourself. A way that can make you feel good about yourself. Remember what we feel inside can reflect on the outside. So learning how to have that IDGAF mentality. It will make you see that you don't have to put up with societies bullshit and especially the stupid beauty standards. You can unlearn everything society has taught you and be who you always wanted to be without feeling shame. Now despite what he did if you Google him, man was always looking fresh and had fits. Actor Mickey Rooney

Now as you can see my boy isn't the beauty standards (Throwing it out there he was also 5'2). But, he ended up marrying these Gorgeous women that were.

Now why am I mention him. Well like I said man was always looking fresh, he ended up pulling these women with his charm. But do you think he could have been with these women if he had been hesitant and insecure about his looks 🤔. NO he got dressed, didn't give a fuck and became one of Hollywood's Famous Fuckboys.

In the end we all lack something whether is looks or personality it doesn't matter. Society is always going to nitpick something. So learn how to have the IDGAF mentality.And someone that had this mentality was Kat from Season 1 Euphoria

(TBH I didn't agree on the some of the chooses she made but I ain't one to judge). As her mentality change, she started to wear clothes and makeup that made her glow and feel good . She stop giving in to insecurites or what people thought about her. And stop wearing clothes that didn't stand out and were "dull". She took care of her appearance which was lovely to see.

Conclusion to this post is take care of your appearance for YOURSELF and not for others. Don't become obsessed with looks, it will damage you. And just know that you matter as a PERSON and are WORTHY no matter how you look and hopefully these words of mine show you that. We are not dolls but humans with emotions that we should care about. And another thing FUCK SOCIETY.

You reach the end loves 💓. Right now I feel like I said a lot but said nothing at the same time. So give me feedback and let me know if I helped a bit. If not let me know what I should have added or if I said something that is flawed or wrong 🥲. Anyway loves hope to see you in Part II where I will give you tips and recommendations. See you later. 🙂

#aesthetic #health #new blog #pink icons #beauty #looks #why why why #society #beauties #who cares #pink anime #gif #euphoria #ava gardner #kat euphoria

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laysdimplesareillegal · 4 years ago

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EXO Going on Vacation

Sehun: “Hyung! If we call in and answer this question right. we win free plan tickets. Aka suho won them and sehun claimed them

Suho: works for his vacation. wants a balance of fun and play

Baekhyun: gets a sugar daddy works at a resort so every day is vacation. Then realized he has to work can can’t just “work” on his tan

Chanyeol: is the sugar daddy got roped into baekhyun’s scheme. Didn’t know he would actually have to work either

Kyungsoo: comes across a lottery ticket and gives it to one of the members thinking it’s a loser

Kai: was given the lottery ticket from kyungsoo n he took kyungsoo with him

Luhan: had everything gifted to him like a true pretty boy

Xiumin: wins the lottery

Tao: had someone else pay for it, probably started a go fund me

Chen: hopped on Xiumin’s coattails

Yixing: no vacation all work😔 makes his own vacation, no one can deny him. He probably snuck away during a shoot honestly

Kris: probably didn’t know anyone was goin on vacation n got left at home. (An introvert’s heaven)

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tornsurvivors · 3 years ago

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[ BASIC INFORMATION ]

NAME: Isabel Josephine Hart ALIAS: Abel, or Hart. AGE: (verse dependent). DOB: April 30th, 1990. GENDER: Female PRONOUNS: She/her ORIENTATION: Lesbian SPECIES: Human, turned immortal.

[ PHYSICAL ]

HEIGHT: 6 ft. SKIN: Fair, sometimes tanned. EYES: Ocean blue HAIR: Blonde, usually short. FEATURES: Prominent jawline, androgynous. TATTOOS: Zodiac sign above her right ankle (Taurus) with the words in the circle part of it reading, veni vidi vici. SCARS: (pre-immortal life) two from accidents during her childhood years and explosives shrapnel wounds from her last tour in Afghanistan. (immortal life) None... they all vanished, and Isabel despises it because they were reminders of how human she was. FACECLAIM: Mackenzie Davis

[ HEALTH AND EDUCATION ]

EDUCATION: High school & college graduate. HEALTH STATUS: Immortal. WEAPONS: Restored viking claymore sword gifted to her by Esme. Usually improvises with whatever she can find during a fight. Has a liking for other melee weapons as well, such as a sledgehammer or one-handed swords. Has vast experience with firearms. SKILLS: CQC, ability to see and sense the paranormal / supernatural. ILLNESSES: None. PHYSICAL STRENGTHS: Superhuman strength. High tolerance to pain, and rapid healing / regeneration. PHYSICAL WEAKNESSES: Can be disabled / disorientated temporarily after dying, the duration depends on how severe the death was.

[ RELATIONSHIPS ]

FATHER: Jackson (alive) MOTHER: Lucy (alive) SIBLINGS: younger deaf sister, Kristina. (alive) PETS: childhood dog, golden retriever named Mackie. (in doggo heaven now).

[ HISTORY ]

HOMETOWN: Nags Head, NC. CURRENT LOCATION: Depends on verse. She’s constantly on the move with the other immortals. In a verse, she’s living with Mary-sue in an apartment and another verse, she’s room mates with Isabella. PREVIOUS JOBS: Combat soldier and federal agent. CURRENT JOBS: Saving humanity and the world with the other immortals.

[ PSYCHE ]

POSITIVE TRAIT: Loyal, passionate, protective. NEGATIVE TRAIT: Stubborn LIKES: Dogs, women, cream sodas. DISLIKES: Evil spirits, assholes, dying. HOBBIES: working out, helping people, traveling, reading.

[HISTORY] 𝑳 𝑰 𝑭 𝑬 𝑩 𝑬 𝑭 𝑶 𝑹 𝑬 𝑫 𝑬 𝑨 𝑻 𝑯

April 30th, 1990 — Jackson & Lucy gives birth to Isabel Josephine Hart in Nags Head, North Carolina. Named after two of her great grandmothers.

Isabel was always an energetic, and adventurous kid. She loved to go outside to play. Or explore around her neighborhood with the family dog and her loyal guardian, a golden retriever named Mackie. She was the type of girl you could easily become good friends with, she was very friendly and had a healthy sense of humor. Never was shy. After her younger sister, Kristina, was born — they were always playing together outside. Their other favorite things to do together as kids were playing on the super nintendo, board games and watch Disney movies. As they grew older, they would often take road trips to the beach together. Isabel was extremely protective of Kris, especially more so after finding out she’s deaf. Isabel started learning sign language ( ASL ) with her parents at the age of six, when Kristina was one year old. She was very passionate about the language, and helping deaf people that she joined the ASL club when she was in high school. Her first choice in profession for her future was an interpreter for the deaf / hard of hearing programs at elementary schools. But she was more so inspired by her father’s dedication to his work as an EMT, and the passion of helping or saving lives. Instead, Isabel decided to join the army when she was twenty-four after finishing college. Five years later, a life-threatening moment hit Isabel pretty hard… she and her squad were ambushed by a group of terrorists outside of a small town. A high number of innocents were also slain. It was the first biggest turning point in her life. It shook her, and scarred her to the point where she decided to take a leave to return home to the United States. She refused to give up on her passion to help and protect people though, so she became a federal agent. Could’ve chosen to be an interpreter by then, but it was just what she knew the best.

𝑨 𝑵 𝑫 𝑻 𝑯 𝑬 𝑵 𝑫 𝑬 𝑨 𝑻 𝑯 𝑷 𝑳 𝑨 𝒀 𝑬 𝑫 𝑯 𝑬 𝑹 …

One of her biggest cases working with the agency was going undercover as a bodyguard for one of the deadliest Cartels in New Mexico. She spent nearly three months working with them, while trying to extract high value intel that could help expose them, and dismantle them for good. Unfortunately, just when she gets her hands on some worthy intel… they found out who she was. A rat gave her away. They set up a meeting outside of their territory on July 15th, 2020. And asked her to come along — they shot her four times square in the chest. One pierced her heart.

As she laid there, bleeding out and rapidly becoming acquainted with death — all she thought about in her final moments was the regret of accepting this case, and leaving some things unsaid between her and her lover, and family. Her final thought was the memory of her baby sister.

But then death played her. When she opened her eyes and saw the sky again, she wondered if it had all been just a nightmare. Especially with strange visions she’d seen after everything faded to black. Five unfamiliar faces, but she somehow felt a connection to them. She sat up, and checked her chest. Her blood was there, but the bullet holes were not. The bullets were on the ground by her. Apparently God had other plans for her. It wasn’t till two days later, when she was approached by Nile Freeman — one of the faces she’d seen in that vision, that it was revealed she had become one of them. An immortal.

The price that came attached to it, was the permanent loss of her family. She wasn’t allowed to go home to them, because they wouldn’t understand. It was too risky to give her status away. Isabel despised her new life. But it didn’t stop her from doing what she loved, helping & protecting people. Humanity. The one thing she accepted about the immortals. They aimed to erase evil from the world, and do more good that it needed.

#*no queue but what we make for ourselves.#ISABEL HART » the undying sun #ISABEL HC » a strength made out of titanium

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boba-xing · 5 years ago

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Dawning {Chapter 2}

Fem!Reader x Mafia!EXO (OT12)

Warnings: vague mentions of violence

Your woken by a soft shaking, and as you blink your eyes open to the light you see a very beautiful face in front of you. Although startled you find a strange sense of comfort in the stranger who swiftly brushes some hair out of your face.

"Good morning, sleepyhead." He chuckles a little, clearly admiring your face.

You respond with a small whine.

"It's time to get up, princess." He coos, gently pulling the duvet away from your face and helping you sit up. It takes you a moment to register what's happening and you smile when you see the man in front of you properly.

"Pretty." You push back your hair before reaching for his face, he just smiles in response, letting you cup his cheeks for a moment before you pull away.

"I'm Luhan." He looks at you with pure heart eyes, admiration in his voice, "And you're adorable."

Now it's your turn to blush, hiding your face in your hands.

"Don't be shy." He giggles, taking one of your hands into his, "Do you want to come and get some breakfast, beautiful?"

"Breakfast?" You blink at him,

"Kyungsoo made some pancakes, he thought you would like some." Luhan helps you out of the bed, "I know you don't normally have it but we need to put some meat on those bones."

You nod vaguely at him, still a little dozy.

He leads you down the corridor and to the dining room. "The others are quite busy, so it's just you and me for now."

"Okay." You sit down next to him, taking a plate of pancakes from him happily. You'd only had Chinese pancakes before (a birthday dish a few years back), and you didn't really like them. But these ones looked different...thicker.

Luhan realises your fascination with the pancakes and chuckles, "They're an American recipe, I think."

You nod and hesitantly take a bite.

"Here." Luhan pours a good amount of golden syrup over the pancake and gestures for you to try it again. So you do, and it's good.

"I like it."

You both sit there eating in silence for a while before a question pops into your head. "Is Suho your boss?"

Luhan looks up at your sudden speech, "Well, sort of."

"Sort of?"

"He's the leader of our group, but he makes decisions with Xiumin, Yixing, Kris and me. And, of course, he listens to everyone."

"What do you mean by 'group'? Are you brothers or...?"

"We're a mixture of half brothers and friends." He explains, "It's quite complicated."

You pause for a moment, "Why are you letting me stay with you?"

"You have a lot of questions, don't you, princess?" he laughs softly, "Well, we've known your family for a long time and we owe your father, so looking after you is a form of repayment."

"Owe him what?"

"I'm afraid I can't tell you that." He frowns,

"How many of you are there?" You put your cutlery down and prop your head up with your hands,

"Men? Twelve including myself."

"That's a lot."

"I know, princess, but don't be intimidated." He smiles, “We’re all softies, even Xiumin.”

“He looks like a cat.” You giggle,

“Yes, yes he does!” Luhan laughs, “You’re so cute!”

You feel warmth in your cheeks and your chest buzzes with a strange feeling. Is this pretty man really able to protect you?

“Luha-”

“-just call me oppa.” he smiles,

“Oppa,” you correct yourself, looking over to the window, “What’s it like out there?”

He follows your gaze for a moment, a frown forming on his lips as he looks back at you for a second. You look back at him as he stands up, taking your hand in his as he guides you through the house, “Let me show you.”

You soon enter a games room with large glass doors opening into an outside pool area. Luhan pulls the glass door open and you sigh as fresh air fills your lungs, a sweet flowery aroma along with it.

Walking across the tiles, you both reach grass - soft and blindingly green. Unlike Luhan you aren’t wearing shoes, and you enjoy the feeling of barefoot on the ground. “Do you like it?”

Coming to a halt, you observe the mass of grass around you, the clear blue sky, the light summer breeze. The acre of land is surrounded by a spiky mental fence well-hidden by decorative bushes and flowering plants of various colours and scents. You feel free and...safe, with Luhan holding your hand in his.

“This is incredible.” You smile,

He smiles too, watching the happiness on your face with adoration, “But listen, princess, you can’t leave this property.”

You turn to him with a frown.

“Not everywhere is safe and pretty like this, okay? Outside of this home, people want to hurt you, people want to take advantage of you. If you go out there, someone might take you - and then you’ll end up locked up again, how your life was before now, but worse.” He rubs his thumb over your fingers, before bending down to capture your face in his hands, “Promise me you won’t leave this house without one of us.”

“I promise.”

“Good girl.”

When you got back inside you found several more men at the table, eating more pancakes than you could count and hardly even glancing up at you...except for one.

The handsome, tan man smiles at you from the other side of the table, “Good morning, beautiful.”

“Kai.” Luhan seems to send the man a glare before sitting you back down, “Beware of Kai, he’s a bit of a flirt.”

You nod.

“I thought that today you might like to have a lazy day, spend some time with the boys and get to know them.” Luhan smiles, carefully brushing a hair away from your face, “Is that okay, princess?”

“Yes.” You’re not entirely sure why you keep being called pet names, but every time Luhan calls you princess your heart thuds in your chest and you get this weird tingling feeling.

“I know you’re shy but you don’t have to be nervous, okay?” he squeezes your cheek, “You’re adorable and they’re all going to love you.”

Your sweet little conversation is disturbed by a sudden yelling from the other end of the table, and as you look over you see Kai and a taller, lanky boy jumping at each other. Before you know what’s happening you’re ushered behind Luhan and observing a full on fist fight in the dining room. You gasp as Kai flings the other man onto the table, smashing several plates and throwing cutlery everywhere. You’re confused why Luhan isn’t intervening but it all becomes clear when an angry looking cat man storms in. “WHAT IS GOING ON IN HERE?”

Both of the men freeze and you let out a small, rather embarrassing, whimper at the shouting. Thankfully Luhan is the only one who hears and gently wraps his arms around your frame, pulling you into a warm hug.

“I’m trying to work and I have you two baffoons making a racket out here? Pull yourselves together!” you bury your head in Luhan’s chest, comforted by his fingers running through your hair. “We have a guest and you start fighting in front of her? What are you...infants? Both of you, my office. Now.”

You hear some scrabbling and then the room is silent.

“Is she okay?” you hear a familiar voice in the room and pull away from Luhan.

It’s Kris.

After seeing your face he comes rushing over, hugging you in his arms, “I’m sorry about them, sweetheart, they don’t know how to behave. But don’t worry, Xiumin will sort them out.”

“He’s not going to hurt them, right?” you glance at Luhan,

“No, of course not.” he answers, “Now, why don’t we go and get you changed?”

You nod at Kris, letting him take your hand and guide you away.

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