#literally cannot wait until it's the right time to spill

[oneirataxia-girl]

💧 for your current favorite oc

answering this for Kenji since he deserves a lore drop too <3

💧 What is the earliest memory your OC can recall? Do they know what their first words were or remember where they took their first steps? Do they have any mementos of their childhood they’ve kept such as a stuffed toy or tiny baby clothes?

Kenji has quite a few memories from his childhood, but the earliest one is probably him with his older brother Hanzo and his pa gathered around the table for supper -- he can vaguely remember the comforting smell of the stew his family ate, since at the time, he thinks he's probably only able to eat baby food. he also remembers pranking his sister Marnie with Hanzo, especially the times when Marnie gets upset and runs off to Pa, since those are the times when he gets scolded. and of course he remembers why his family is separated, and the promise his pa made him *vibrates in hidden lore*

Early childhood? no keepsakes, but he does have some trinkets the Himuras (his adopted family) made for & with him. this includes a ring with a subtle branch pattern, a bracelet with the same detailing as the ring, and his prized revolvers -- he keeps modifying the guns though, so they're not the exact ones he had when he left home

give me an emoji + oc and I'll tell you something about them!

[thexsilentxwordsmith]

Imagine sweet little housewife!reader making Ghost dinner after a long deployment. Ghost promises housewife!reader he'll wait till tonight to treat her good, but seeing her in her cute little shorts and his shirt is too much for him to control, so he decides a different dinner.. her tight, wet little cunt.

READ IT HERE

Oh you know exactly what I like Anon, cause anything that has to do with Simon coming home after a long deployment all ramped up and ready to see his sweetheart is right up my alley. I could literally write endlessly about this. 

There is something so fantasruc about having all that pining, all that buildup come to a head so that Simon loses himself and cannot stop himself because he desperately has to be inside you.

Cause, let’s be honest: this man pines for you when he's gone for too long. He never knew he could crave someone until he met you and now every time he goes on mission you are there in his mind torturing him. And he finds that he cannot wait to come home because he knows he has his beautiful girl waiting for him.

You are his little slice of heaven in a chaotic, fucked up world; his sunshine to help rip him out of the overwhelming darkness the surrounds him; the one who he wants to be better for so that your lives together can be good. And that makes him crave you even more.

Sure, to say he is obsessed may be a bit much, but he isn’t subtle about how much he adores you.

Especially his little wife? His sweet girl that he takes care of and in turn she takes care of him? Who keeps things going outside of his work so that he has a life to come back to? The one who makes his life so wonderful just by being in it? Oh yeah he is going to be so down bad to get back to all that that it's almost impossible to function until he sees you. 

From the moment he steps in the door and his eyes catch you working away in the kitchen to have a home cooked meal waiting for him, dressed in nothing but his baggy t-shirt, all that pent up longing is going to come spilling out in the most explosive ways. 

So, best get ready for dinner to be a little dry and maybe burnt because Simon is hungry for something else. And you should probably get ready for the table getting ruined too as he is going to need room to lay out his first course. 

Keep your eyes peeled for this one cause I am definitely going to make it happen as it’s own fic.

[just-j-really]

"I just don't get it," Hob says, for the fifth or sixth or possibly twentieth time that night, glancing over the rim of his cup at Will, who's sitting on the other side of the room, cuddling with his soulmate in an armchair that's really too small for the both of them. "Why everyone's so hung up on soulmates."

It's all anyone's been able to talk about tonight- and sure, that's fair, it is Will and Ann's engagement party, but Hob has overheard the phrases 'oh you're so lucky you found each other so young' and 'why did you wait this long?' far too many times for one night. Will and Ann met as toddlers; they've never had another option and Hob cannot fathom why everyone seems to think that's a good thing.

Case in point, even his little group of Unmatched friends react to his statement with varying degrees of exasperation.

Hob is just sober enough to be aware he should probably shut up, and drunk enough that he keeps talking anyway. "I mean, I've seen 'soulmates'," he says. "My parents were soulmates, both my siblings met theirs, half of my friends are paired off by now. It's not like I don't know how soulmates work. Soulmates are..." he takes a moment, gathers his thoughts, and even though he's not entirely sure what he's about to say, the moment the word leaves his mouth he knows it's exactly right, "Stupid."

His friends laugh uncomfortably. "You're an idiot," Andrew says, not unkindly.

But Hob's on a roll now, an argument that's been simmering in his chest for years spilling out of him, the exhilaration of speaking making the words come easily. "You literally don't have to stay with your soulmate. No one has to! Everyone just goes along with it because everybody else does. But not me. I've made up my mind," he says, setting his cup down and straightening his shoulders. He's been bullshitting a bit but he means this, knows down to his bones that this is something worth staking his life on. "I'm going to meet someone perfect who isn't my soulmate, and I'll marry them instead."

He feels like he should do something solemn to mark this occasion. Stand up on a table, maybe.

Instead, most of his friends laugh at him again. "Hobs, that's the literal definition of your soulmate. Someone who's perfect for you," Gwen points out. The laughter is teasing, and Gwen's tone is more reassuring than anything else, but still, Hob finds himself frustrated.

"But there's so much more out there. So many people to fall in love with," he insists. "Shouldn't I know who's perfect for me better than anyone?"

And his friends tease him for somehow being sappily romantic in his opposition to sappy romance, and he laughs along with them and points out that his perfect person will be more understanding than them, for sure. And he's genuinely a bit hurt, but Gwen bumps his shoulder apologetically and he thinks that destiny has nothing on these friends he's made on purpose, who know him well enough for these unspoken gestures. And there's movement in the corner of his eye.

Hob looks up.

The most gorgeous man alive is standing in front of him. He's tall- probably taller than Hob, even- pale and willowy, with a mess of soft-looking black hair. His eyes are a deep blue Hob didn't think existed in real life until this moment. He looks like the slightly magical prince in a fairy tale got loose in the real world and decided to become a goth. He's perfect.

"Did I hear you say," the man asks, his voice soft and deep all at once, resonant in a way that Hob's never heard before, "you have no intention of meeting your soulmate?"

Not if he's you, Hob thinks, I take it all back if he's you.

Despite what many of his friends will argue, he is capable of not voicing every thought that comes into his head, if only under extreme circumstances, so he offers the stranger his best grin and says, "Yeah. Yeah, I do."

"You'll need to tell me how that works out, then," the man replies.

"Don't encourage him!" Andrew calls from the other side of their little cluster.

The man- flinches, just a little. Hob probably wouldn't have noticed if he hadn't been staring at him, but Hob's universe just gained a new center, so he is and he does.

"Hey," he says, catching the man's eyes, "Don't mind him, he's just boring. You really want to know how it goes, finding someone who isn't my soulmate?"

"I do," the man says, seriously, like he genuinely thinks Hob's quest is worth his full attention. It leaves Hob feeling warm, almost giddy.

"Perfect," Hob says, and then, because he's never known when to quit, "Let me give you my number, so I can update you?"

The man nods, a teasing little smirk appearing on his face, as though he and Hob already know each other perfectly, and this is a shared, ancient joke between the two of them. His fingers brush Hob's as he passes over his phone.

Nothing happens. There's no spark, no splash of color on Hob's skin marking where this stranger's fingers first dragged over his.

They are, definitively, not soulmates.

And Hob knows for certain that he's right.

[Part Two]

[lueurjun]

enemies to lovers with yeonjun

yeonjun x reader — in which you hate him and assume he hates you back, until you realise that maybe he never hated you at all. it’s a long one! requests are open if you want something specific <3

choi yeonjun is the bane of your existence

his mere presence— oof. it infuriates you for no reason

it wouldn’t be so bad if you didn’t have to see him everyday

but unfortunately you do

because he’s your brothers (soobin) best friend and has been practically adopted by your family

dear soobin simps feel free to change your brother, i get it bae i totally get it

you can’t catch a break he’s practically moved in at this point

you’re tired of seeing this boy everywhere you look

cant you just go downstairs at 3 am for a glass of water without finding him shirtless in your kitchen munching on a sandwich??

your parents have more pictures of him in your house than of you

#favouritism

#hesthechildtheyalwayswanted

your hatred for him started when you were eight years old

it even caused a rift between you and soobin bc your dumbass bother picked HIS side over yours

#evenmorefavouritism

#justicefory/n:(

what did he do?

PURPOSELY spilled his grape juice all over the front of your trousers making it look like your eight year old self pissed yourself

on a park with fellow kids your age who are mean as hell

you got bullied pretty bad after that and though time moved on and they forgot, you never did

it stuck with you

get behind me i’ll rip his hair out

say the word and i’ll fight him for u

anyways from that day on you DETESTED him

and he’s dumb so he has no idea why but instead of asking

he decided to dislike you back because in his mind that’s the most logical thing to do

what an idiot am i right?

a handsome one tho;)

sorry:( we dislike him rn i still got ur back

constant squabbling over the smallest things because he didn’t know when to shut up and you just hated his face

but not really because if you swallowed your pride just a tad you would admit that you do see the handsomeness within him

don’t worry bae you can admit that you’d jump on his bones if you didn’t hate him so much

ahem. anyways.

you cannot stand him because he’s the devils spawn and he doesn’t deserve your praise

until you’re set to go to prom and you have a really cute date with someone you’d had a crush on for a really long time

yeonjun of course makes a comment about your appearance but you don’t even care

because you have a date with someone special

and he has to attend with soobin so who’s the real loser?

not him my love id love to go with soobin

they leave and you wait back for your date to pick you up

time is ticking by and you’re starting to get a little nervous

your parents are starting to look at you in sympathy and you absolutely want the ground to swallow you up

because you’ve been stood up and it becomes apparent when an hour has passed and still no show or text and you’re starting to feel insecure and stupid

ur perfect bby lemme at ‘em

just when you’re about to hang up your outfit and hide beneath your duvet covers

the doorbell rings and you spring up with immense happiness

because your date hasn’t forgotten you after all

only when you answer the door it isn’t your date

rather yeonjun?? standing with flowers?? and no soobin in sight??

your parents are literally cradling each other in awe

and you’re like ??

“i know being stood up sucks for you but it’s the perfect opportunity for me to make right whatever wrong i did… and ask you to be my date…”

he sounds nervous?? genuine??

there’s a glimmer of hope in his eyes that you just don’t have in you to crush

so you accept the flowers and press a kiss to his cheek before eventually taking his arm

“i kinda don’t wanna go to the prom anymore… can we just go get something to eat? unless you wanna go?”

he seems kinda surprised for a second but then he grins with that stupid little twinkle in his pretty little eyes that admittedly have you swooning

“i’d prefer that honestly”

so that’s exactly what you do

yeonjun drives to a mcdonald’s and he pays for your food and then you just sit in the car park

together

and for as long as you’ve known him you have never actually hung out with him one on one for longer than fifteen minutes

but somehow it’s not awkward?

you both swing into subtle jokes and he even throws in a few flirty comments here and there

which takes you by surprise but what shocks you more is that you don’t mind them??

you retaliate to them but with the same flirty undertones

flirting in a mcdonald’s car park dressed to go to prom

that’s so romantic get out

the bar is in hell i know

don’t even @ me i need a moment rn

i ship u both. get married pls

anyways after eating until your stomachs felt full and there were tears of laughter in your eyes

the dreaded question rolls around

“why do you hate me?”

way to ruin the vibes yeonjun

“because you suck”

i rate the honesty babe

“ok sure i deserve that i think- but what did i do? you never used to hate me when we were kids”

you’re a little annoyed now

because how does he not remember the incident that has stuck in your mind for years?

“do you seriously not remember?”

and he shakes his head looking all clueless

which makes you feel a little embarrassed because had you just been dramatic this entire time?

maybe a little but it’s valid. i back u 100%

get his ass you sweet thing!

“you spilled grape juice all over my jeans at the park and told everyone i peed! i got made fun of for so long after that! it was mean!”

the vibe has been completely ruined now

well done yeonjun

speaking of yeonjun, he feels terrible

he remembers that incident back when he was an absolute menace

he still is but not as bad

what makes him feel worse is that you’ve only ever attacked him due to the hurt he caused you

meanwhile, he was just as mean back in retaliation

his world was literally crumbling

“and soobin took your side! you took my street cred and my brother!”

i’m soobin’s lawyer. he didn’t mean it

okay sorry! i still have your back!

“i’m sorry—truly. i didn’t realise how much it would hurt you or that you held a grudge—”

“maybe you should’ve asked.”

“i know. i’m sorry. i know nuggets won’t help but you can have an extra one of mine…”

you wanted to stay mad at him

but with the way his big eyes stared back at you whilst he held up a nugget as a peace offering

there was something oddly adorable about it

you take it from him because duh? who wouldn’t?

i mean vegans probably wouldn’t—

if you’re a vegan i’m so sorry imagine you’re eating something else

“why did you decide to take me to prom?”

you can’t help but ask the question that’s been prodding at you since you left the house

“saw your jackass date with someone else and soobin felt bad but he had his own date so i said i’d come get you…”

oh.

so it was just a favour for soobin

ok :D that’s fine

not tho is it bae? you lyin?

apart of you hoped that he asked you because he wanted to

perhaps the disappointment showed on your face because suddenly he starts stuttering

but you shake your head and force a smile

me in the mirror after an emotional breakdown :P

“let’s go then. he’s probably wondering—”

“no. that was a cop out.”

pussy

you just gape at him waiting for him to carry on

because what else are you meant to say?

“i wanted to ask you to be my date a while ago but you hated me and to be honest i never hated you, i just felt… i don’t know… bitter i guess? and that’s no excuse. i’m a dick and i know it. but when i saw your date with someone else, i knew it had to be some kind of sign that you were meant to attend the prom with me.”

okay romcom confession KING

go off

before you can comprehend anything, he carries on with his ramble

“i’m so sorry for the hurt i inflicted on you when we were kids, and for the way i’ve behaved since then. i know it won't make up for everything, but if you let me, i will spend every day of my life trying to make it up to you. Even if it takes forever for your feelings of hatred towards me to diminish or disappear altogether, i’ll wait - and hope that one day, i can prove myself to be a worthy partner for you.”

someone grab a bucket i’m gonna be sick ( i’m sliding down my wall crying rn )

i’d fold in an instant

kdrama yeonjun GO OFF

you kinda just sit there like a lemon for a sec

because wot?

literally like what is going on?

“you’ll have to grovel.”

“i will. believe me.”

“and you won’t hurt me?”

“never.”

there’s this look in his eyes that you haven’t seen before

a determined and genuine look that has you feeling quite assured

the grudge against him is still there, of course, it’s not just going to go away

but it’s not as strong and you find yourself feeling rather excited

“then consider this our first date. the first step to making things right.”

yeonjun is a little wary as he takes your hand but the nerves settle when you don’t recoil from him

hesitantly he kisses your knuckles with a grin

“to making things right.”

surprisingly, you’re thankful your date stood you up

but no one is thankful as yeonjun

gosh why do i do these? i literally make myself cry

[blue-slxt]

First Time

*Request:Hey! I seen you wanted requests! What if you write about virgin lo'ak getting head for the first time, how'd he'd react, what he'd sound like. I bet dude cries🥴*

I think I have a soft spot for virgin characters. I hope you like how this came out! 🤗 All characters are aged up.

🔞Minors Do Not Interact🔞

Smut under the cut.

“I’m sorry, you want me to do what?” you couldn’t believe what your ears had just heard. There was no way. You had to have misheard him.

“Please. Just this one time. You don’t know how embarrassing it is to be the only guy that doesn’t know what it’s like!” your best friend pleads with you.

“Lo’ak, you cannot be seriously asking me to suck your dick right now.” You crossed your arms over your chest looking at him.

Lo’ak gets down on his knees, “Come on, just this once and I will be indebted to you for the rest of my life!”

You couldn’t deny that seeing him down on his knees begging was doing something to you, but this was Lo’ak you were talking about. You guys have been friends for forever. And you knew he was embarrassed about still being a virgin, but you never thought it bothered him this bad.

“Can’t you ask literally any other girl in the clan? I’m sure they’d be more than happy to help you.” Your resolve is cracking.

“You know I can’t do that. I don’t want anyone else to know. You’re the only one I can trust.” His shoulders slump and you can’t help but to take pity on him.

“Alright. But you owe me BIG after this. And you’re never allowed to tell anyone that it was me. Got it?”

His tail swishes happily behind him while he nods. Lucky for you, the two of you were already in a secluded area and it was nearing eclipse so there was almost no chance that anyone would stumble across you.

“Sit back.” He complies with your orders and watches your every move. You settle yourself between his thighs and caress his bulge over his loincloth. Your ears stand up feeling just how big he actually is. You quietly breathe out, “wow” and look back at his face. His face is so close to yours, you’re basically breathing in the air he exhales.

You smirk at him, “relax skxawng”. You reach behind him and expertly undo the tie on his loincloth in one swift motion. You maneuver the fabric to expose his cock and oh, Eywa he was impressive. Precum already gathering and spilling over the tip and down his shaft. Your eyes follow the thick vein that ran along the underside of his cock and heat starts to build in your core. You experimentally kiss and lick all around just to test the waters and ease him into the feeling. His breathing is heavy as he watches you explore him.

You watch his face when you wrap your lips around the very tip and drag your tongue over the slit. His breath hitches and he shudders under your touch. You take a few deep breaths through your nose before you slowly slide him all the way into your mouth.

“Oh, Great Mother” his head falls back savoring the new feeling. Your head bobs up and down slowly while you work on him. It’s all too much for him. He can’t bear to look at you swallowing his cock like your favorite meal and the sounds you’re making? Fuck if they weren’t just the sexiest thing he’s ever heard. Slurping and gagging noises erupt from your mouth and it makes his toes curl. “Hng…shit…” you look up at him while he chews on his bottom lip trying to contain himself.

You sink him all the way into the back on your throat until your nose is flush against his pelvis. It makes you gag and you can’t breathe but it’s worth it to hear the way it makes Lo’ak whimper.

“Shit shit shit” curses string together through his heavy breaths and you can tell from how he twitches in your mouth that he’s close.

You wait until the very last second to pull off him and stroke him with your hand. “It’s okay, Lo’ak, just give it to me.”

His body obeys your command and his cum shoots onto your face in thick, hot spurts. “Haah….fuck!” his eyebrows knit together while his orgasm rips through his body. His cum is hot on your cheek and his hips stutter in your grip. You release him and his body falls limp.

He looks at your face and you notice how he almost immediately starts to get hard again. You raise an eyebrow at him and he rolls his eyes, “Don’t look at me like that. That would happen to any man looking at you right now.”

“Sure, Lo’ak.”  

[softluci]

inappropriate everything [mdni plz]

this is probs the most explicit post i’ll ever do, just because i cannot get it out of my head, but um: immediately minors dni. immediately no. IMMEDIATELY no. k thx.

so, um. i have friends who are perfectly sane and normal people until they see an attractive person who they like, be it a celebrity or a character or whoever. right? okay. here are some of the things my friends say when they see someone they find just, like, Absolutely Stunning:

“i’m literally creaming—sorry, i mean creaming—SORRY, I MEAN—” “my back is arching” (alternatively: “why is my back arching?”) “almost meowed” “mmmeow” “purring…” “i’m literally chewing/gnawing on my phone” “my throat feels so empty rn :/” “i want them so bad please i am on my hands and knees BEGGING” “gripping my sheets” “sir your boobs look a little heavy…do you need me to hold them for you?” “bites them bites them bites them bites—” “they are so sexy it’s like a disease” “i want them so bad” “every time i see them i grip my sheets and curl my toes" "they're too fine i want to slam my head into the wall” “just moaned out loud”

anyway. this is gonna be pt 1, w/ just luci; when will i do the others? who knows! i'm returning to the abyss right after this, but enjoy!

lucifer 

he isn’t in the wrong here. you are—why were you on the phone in the kitchen and not your room? what lucifer was doing hardly counted as eavesdropping, really. voices carry in the house as is, and you were being loud. as a matter of fact, he was on his way to tell you to quiet down, and he just so happened to be curious as to what you were talking about, and with whom.

“no, barbatos—don’t fucking laugh, this isn’t funny—” you could hardly speak, trying not to laugh yourself.

eyebrows raising in mild shock, lucifer leaned against the doorway, waiting for you to notice him. thinking about it—lucifer was being very courteous. he could’ve listened to barbatos’s end if he wanted to, but he had enough respect for him to refrain from doing so. he contained his “eavesdropping” to you out of the kindness of his heart and, as a result, he had no idea what—who—you were talking about.

“that man, look—that man. you get it. you get it. you’re the only one around here who knows my heart, i’m telling you.” 

the conviction in your voice stung him, jealousy simmering in his chest. he’d heard enough, he decided, and pushed off the doorway with his shoulder. he stepped towards you in silence, fully intending to interrupt this clearly fruitless conversation—

“lucifer is such a genuine problem, but there’s no solution.”

he stopped, eyes widening. was he a problem for you? why would you go to barbatos instead of him? what—

“that man is so sexy, it's like a disease. no, it—why are you laughing?” your laughter was loud, strong enough to have you leaning against the counter for support. 

lucifer blinked. once, twice, before your words sunk in. then, while you gasped for air, he continued towards you, pride swelling in his chest. a smirk settled onto his face, threatening to widen into a grin as he let you carry on.

you tried to continue talking as best you could, “barbatos, i am in distress—i am dismayed—do you know what i go through when he calls me to his office? do y—i have to prepare myself. i have to steel mys—you don't know what it's like.” you collapsed against the island in a fit of giggles, inhaling sharply to try and catch your breath. 

lucifer heard—because all bets were off now—lucifer heard barbatos in a similar predicament on the other end, chuckling quietly. for barbatos, that was quite close to hysterics. by that point, he'd truly heard enough. more than enough, actually. he thought it best to alert you to his presence, as a courtesy—otherwise, who knows what other secrets you might've spilled? and what if someone less kind heard you? that wouldn't do.

lucifer took a final, soundless step forward, standing close enough that you couldn't turn around without touching him. he reached forward, plucking your d.d.d. out of your hand with ease. you whipped around, and he inched closer, trapping you between him and the counter. “barbatos,” he drawled, grinning at you, “they'll have to call you back. apropos of nothing, of course.” 

perhaps not polite of him, but lucifer hung up before barbatos could respond. although—he imagined his friend was quite amused at the moment. he slid his free hand around your waist, to the small of your back, pressing you flush against him. your heartbeat was erratic—you were so dramatic, it was cute. he slid your d.d.d. into your back pocket, aware of the steady rise in your temperature. he kept his hand on the small of your back, bringing other up to your chin. lucifer enjoys eye contact, you understand, right? now—

“a disease?” he leaned into you, breath ghosting along your face. “that wasn't very nice.”

[mylevisdontfitanymore]

HOLY SHIT now I'm thinking about Stucky at the bear hooters. One of them is the server and he has massive sagging moobs that fill out the little top tiny booty shorts that do nothing for his giant round ass and his gut is so large that it hangs down so far that it hides the booty shorts so he looks practically naked, while the other is waited on by him and he spends more time staring at his waiter than actually eating. He's so preoccupied with staring that he doesn't even know what he's ordering until all the food is put in front of him and it's A LOT of food and the waiter tells him how proud of him he is. I don't know if this is a fake stereotype but I've heard that hooters waitresses will flash their boobs at the patrons and sit on their laps and things like that, and I imagine the waiter (I don't know if it would be hotter if it were Bucky or Steve) would the patron's belly when it got too painful and lovingly feed him food until he was all gone. Is there alcohol at hooters? Imagine if the patrons could tip their waiters with food and alcohol to see them get drunk and bloated until they're easy to play with and the more often they come in to see them, the more the two of them have changed- the patron orders the waiters alcohol and food to make them bigger, and then they eat to have an excuse to be there. I DON'T KNOW DUDE NOT I CAN'T STOP THINKING ABOUT IT EIHER.

Bear Hooters

Bear Hooters a.k.a. Roars a.k.a. Growlers a.k.a. My Actual Fucking Roman Empire

I love this. I love you. I could kiss you on the mouth for this chunk of thoughts. Every part of it is unfairly hot. Just like you were lamenting, though, I cannot for the life of me decide who would be a hotter server.

Initially, I can't lie, I was picturing Bucky all the fucking way, like, Civil War Bucky. Chunky, beefy, hairy Bucky. That's the Bucky I think of whenever I think of Bear Bucky.

And now I think of Thunderbolts trailer Bucky, too. Give me all the thick, soft-yet-strong beefy, hair, and tired-of-your-shit attitude

My mouth is watering. Who said that?

And I think about this Bucky because of those frazzling details. The beef, obviously. The hair on his head and the hair that you know would be spread all over his chest, in his pits, and between his legs as well as down them. He's fuzzy. He's a bear for sure. Not to mention how grumpy he is. He's giving bear right before hibernation that is lazy and tired yet needs to get shit done, so it lumbers around, a slab of fat and muscle not to be fucked with.

HOWEVER

The more I think about Hooters, the more I think about how, obviously, tits are a huge part of it. Ass, too, but mostly tits. And... no one has better tits in the MCU - I'm sorry everyone else, but you know it's true - than Steve. Not to even mention, that is literally America's ass, so he has no problems with the more minor assets needed to fill out his resume.

So, maybe Steve is the server with his tits spilling out of his tiny little tank top, especially once he starts to add some softness to his big, big frame because once his body starts to fill out - entering hibernation mode if you will - then his tits get all swollen. Like, they're still high and tight but there's this extra volume to them, making his tank top strain across the meat of his chest, warping the logo of the restaurant so badly that you can't even really read it anymore. It's not just that, though, his tits overfill the tank top from the sides and the top, too. He has cleavage and side boob and when his belly swells up, filled with all the leftovers from his shift, his tank top rises all the way up his domed, taut gut to show off underboob, too.

I am melting.

If we want to really make him bear, though, I guess we should imagine this Steve not as freshly microwaved Steve but as nomad Steve with all his glorious body hair. The beard. The grown-out hair. The hair on his fucking forearms in his rolled-up, worn uniform. Yeah. That Steve has the real makings to be a bear.

Tiddies 🤤🤤

So........ I still have no idea who I want to be the server more.

Anyway, YES, I do love the idea of having the servers sit in people's laps to praise them about eating. Maybe teasing them, even, saying that it's good they finished it all and, hey, if they're looking for a job, then they're shaping up just right to come and work here, yanno? Just look at that pudgy, overfull belly and how those moobs are coming along, nipples through their shirt, aroused by having such a heavy, crushing, hot bear in their lap making them wheeze for breath even more than they already were from having so much fast, greasy food churning in their stomach.

When I was thinking about Bear Hooters originally, I was thinking purely about the display that the big, fat servers would be. I was thinking about allowing patrons to tip them in food and drink only, no extra money, they get paid enough to be fattened up and drooled over. I wasn't thinking about fattening up the patrons but... both. I like both.

Maybe patrons pay to share a challenge dish, or something, with their favorite server? They have to eat halves? Splitting it so you end up with the patron and server stuffed together, pudgy hip to hip in a booth, wedged in too tight to move, other patrons and servers gathering around to pod and tease and congratulate. If not for the uniforms... no one would know who works here and who doesn't. Either way, they both came for the food and bellies.

[ladysternchen]

Made For Each Other

I know, I know, I'm mightily late for Day 3, but this is my contribution to @silmsmutweek this year, following the 'established relationships' prompt.

He is hers. Wholly hers, as she is his. The flickering firelight caresses his body, makes his silver hair gleam, and oh, there cannot be a more beautiful sight, at least not to Melian. Her eyes feast on him as he sits with his back against the headboard, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he watches her raptly, yet also -Melian laughs- nervously, almost shyly. How can that elf still feel insecure after millennia of marriage? But he is, and if anything, Melian finds it endearing. 

Teasingly, she lets her hand wander up his thigh until she reaches his sex, until his balls lie in her hand. He leans back his head and moans, sending cosy shivers down her spine. Oh, she loves seeing him so.

She knows how uncomfortable she makes him with bidding him sit like this, with his own lust so obviously on display, knows he is more comfortable snuggled under blankets, but that cannot be helped tonight. Her king he might be, but tonight, he is solely at her service, or so he has told her when first her hands had crept into his braies. And just now, he can do her no greater service than by letting her watch him.

His hands caress her, nimble fingers wandering over her neck and collarbone down to her breast, making her exhale with a shudder. He teases her nipple with one finger, then lets his right hand wander down a little, his left still busy with her breasts. He knows her spots, knows in which angle to slink his fingers between her legs.

Warmth spreads through her body like the vines of some forest plant that grew from the place his fingers touched her flesh. 

This is so good. So so good.

“Wait!” 

She pulls herself together, forces herself to come back again to the now. 

“What can I do for you?” he asks huskily even as she leans over to kiss him deeply. 

Even she does not know what the words are supposed to mean that she mumbles into this kiss, and nor does it matter. They both know the other’s movements almost before they know their own, and the next moment, Melian sits astride him, lowering herself onto his cock, ignoring his soft cry. The moment of their union is always one of deepest satisfaction to her, to feel him fill her perfectly, as they fit each other perfectly, like they are made for each other. 

Well, strictly speaking they are literally made for each other, but Melian has no time for such thoughts just now. His hands on her back steady her, support her as she finds her rhythm. Oh, she is close, so close.

He bends his body around her, letting his tongue continue what his fingers had started and she buries her fingers in his silky hair.

It is his soft bite to her nipple that pushes her over the edge and into an orgasm that shakes her very being, that makes her hands clench in his hair.

“Melian. Oh beloved…” he moans as her climax makes her flesh clench around his shaft, bringing her as much satisfaction as him. He truly fits her perfectly.

Long gone are the days where they sought to reach the heights of their pleasure together, to loose themselves wholly in each other. This belonged to newlyweds, to the innocence of inexperience. This way may sound less romantic, but in reality brought them both so much more pleasure.

She knows that he cannot hold out any longer, so she lets go of his hair, to cup her hands around his face instead, to force him to look her into the eyes. He is silent as he reaches his climax, as he so often is. But she knows the look in the depths of his starry eyes that speaks of pleasure beyond any sound, beyond pain or desire. It is this moment when he still lays bare every last bit of his soul to her, more vulnerable than in any other moment. His eyelids flutter shut as he spills his seed deep within her, a feeling she so loves, to feel him pulse within her. It is the most beautiful feeling in the world.

Funny, really, how the other’s orgasm brings them both more pleasure than their own. Or at least no less. 

Now it is her time to hold him tight and wait for his ragged breathing to calm itself, and guide him into lying down. 

“I love you.” She whispers as they finally lie tucked under their blanket, gently caressing his face all the while.

He does not answer immediately, but pulls her close again into a kiss, a kiss that in truth says more than words ever can.

Nonetheless, he breathes his ‘I love you, too’ into her ear once their lips part. For good measure. 

[amourtoken]

NOOO YOU'RE RIGHT because my filthy fuckin mind thought about this when i was watching their interview with Theo Von and he said he liked to 'press buttons'....like press my buttons tf

HE'S AN INSTIGATOR!!!! FOR HIS OWN PLEASURE!!! He makes me fucking SICK!!!

like YEAH he could just automatically give in and give you whatever it is you're begging for w those pathetic teary puppy eyes or he could drag out this mental torment and make you work for it. I'm sure u can guess which one he chooses most often.

He doesn't necessarily want you to suffer, but watching you get so worked up gets him off and he knows the more he teases you the further he gets under your skin, it takes very little effort to drag you into some deep dark corner of subspace tbh. Let him toy with you then take care of you pls.

You could be in actual tears on your knees with your face pressed against his cock through his sweats begging for it and he's living the DREAM in that moment

"Awe poor baby...you want some dick? I don't know, have you earned it?"

"Always so fuckin' needy. You really need to get fucked that bad? I think you can wait."

"If you need it that bad then show me. Open." (100% spits in your mouth before slapping his cock on your tongue)

Ari will tease you until you literally cannot take it anymore. At this point you'd take anything and he knows that, he'll make you ride his thigh until you're shaking through an orgasm or cockwarm him while he sits back and threatens to pull out entirely if you keep squirming (it's not easy when he's grinding up into you or rubbing your clit then expecting you to sit still and be quiet. Like I said he's the devil.)

At his worst I could definitely see him jacking off inches away from your face and not letting you touch him (or yourself) until literally the last second but tbh that's a pretty rare one since he can't help himself and you feel so much better than his own hand in any situation. He can't be mean forever. If you manage to get through all his little trials and torments then the reward is WELL worth it though. He'll praise you so heavily while he's drilling you into the mattress in every position he can think of, letting you (more like making you tbh) cum on his cock as many times as possible before he spills into you.

The aftercare is UNMATCHED too, he makes sure you know he loves you even after teasing you for what felt like or really could've been hours. More than likely he makes sure you get some easy dick between then and the next time he decides to play with you like this though too, but damn if he doesn't like making you rlly work for it.

[nerdynuala]

I don't know if you accept requests like this, but could I ask for hange hcs as a regular student? I would like to know their routine and hobbies!

Hi! It's been a while since my last headcanons but heck I find it fun and relaxing to make them up so I'm more than willing to give Student Hange a try ^^

Sooo here we go! I'm gonna go through the stages of students hahah from elementary school up to university.

Elementary School Hange

- messy kid, always manages to spill ink on themself and somehow get paint and dirt all over their clothes.

- literally so excited the first day of elementary school! While there were other kids crying or being shy, Hange was literally jumping up and down, thrilled by the new environment and looking forward to finally learn good stuff.

- the worst at music and singing, and also a really bad actor in school plays. Hange may lack the talent, but not the enthusiasm.

- very quick to learn, thinking outside the box and helping other kids out.

- Loves science but contrary to what people might expect, their favorite class is P.E. they just have too much energy. Loves dodgeball, swimming and baseball.

Middle School Hange

- at this stage, Hange is the typical student that appears as lazy and not interested in class but has actually the top marks.

- a bit challenging to authority. Hange does not lack respect, but treats professors as if they were friends. Also, gives respect only if given respect. Don't mess around with this kid.

- They literally can be chatting with their neighbor, doodling on their notebook, staring out the window, be half asleep and a large etcetera, but each time they're asked what the professor was talking about, they know everythint about it and even extend that information.

- Favorite class now is science and in their free time they investigate about chemistry. Cannot wait to take chemistry in high school.

High school Hange

- Nailing multitasking since a very young age definitely shows now: they can sit through the first lesson absorbing the information like a sponge, while doing the homework for the next class (that they should've done the day before)

- Literally the kid you see doing last minute homework even on the bus. Everything is done last minute but they manage to get everything right and perfect.

- Gets frequently asked by classmates what their method for studying is. Literally does not know. "I dunno man, I just re-read the chapter and the notes I managed to scribble in class lol"

- Needless to say, doctor's handwriting. Sometimes they cannot even read their own notes. Their professors complain all the time and one of them even refused to correct their test if they didn't write it with decent handwriting.

- Neither popular nor a nerd. Literally in between, gets along with basically anyone and can adapt to different groups. Levi calls them "chied of the nerds" all the time though. He sometimes even jokes saying "one nerd to rule them all" because Hange is literally the only extroverted nerd and they all basically worship them.

- Favorite class is chemistry by now. Shows up first and arrives late to the next class because they get entertained by chatting with the professor about chemistry stuff.

- Takes latin as an extra-curricular class.

University Hange

- Studies at night. If they don't have classes in the morning, literally sleeps until noon and studies during all night.

- Has dog ears on each and every book they own. The insides of the covers all full of messy doodles and scribbles.

- Sometimes, when studying directly from the book, will underline different types of information with different colors. Other times will just underline with a pencil and circle words with too much force and leaving the mark on like five pages underneath. Either way can study confortably.

- Coffee addict. By the fourth class in the day, they've had 5 cups already.

- Asks tons of questions. Loves debates. Will participate in everything and loves sharing their opinion on basically any topic.

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There! I tried to keep it general, I hope it is what you were looking for, but feel free to ask more of them <3

[starset21]

Standard Disclaimer: I only own my original characters, I've done some research but there will likely be Navy/military inaccuracies, and I do not consent to the posting, translating, or publishing of my work to any 3rd party site, the only place it may be found is on tumblr and Wattpad under @.itswildflower

A/N: This story is heavily inspired by the hallmark movie of the same title and is very self-indulgent. I'm also trying a different format than I'm used to using so it may change in the future chapters.

Looking for the next chapter? U.S.S. Christmas Masterlist 

Summary:  She’s on her way to a Christmas ball to meet her brother Jackson, a fighter pilot in the Navy. There, she spots a certain blonde, tall drink of water with gold wings clad in full dress uniform waiting at the bar.

Chapter 1: The Christmas Ball

“Oh, my. I feel like I should be standing at attention,” Kayleigh whispered to her brother.

“Relax, Kate. Even the most disciplined sailors know how to have fun. You just wait until this dance floor fills up. I'll go get our table number.”

Kate took a deep breath. “Okay. I'll get drinks,” she told him before walking over to the open bar.

“Hi. A red wine and a whiskey neat, please,” she ordered. The bartender got to work quickly and was handing them to her within a minute. “Thank you so much,” she handed him a 5-dollar tip before taking them and turning around only to run smack into a woman wearing white, effectively spilling her red wine over the white fabric.

“I'm so sorry!” she gasped, turning and setting the drinks down and picking up a towel to hand to the woman.

“We have literally been here for three minutes,” the woman complained.

“I- i-i-i-i'm… I'm gonna get your dress dry-cleaned. Actually, you know what? I'm gonna go get you a new dress. I'm gonna actually go to the mall right now,” Kate rambled on.

“I finally found a flattering white dress… Of course, this happens,” the woman mutters. 

“I'm so sorry. I feel terrible,” she apologizes. “It's... fine. Accidents happen. If you'll excuse me, I am headed to the restroom.”

The woman leaves, leaving Kate with the handsome stranger.

“I'm so sorry,” she apologizes again.

“Red wine, the enemy of flattering white dresses everywhere,” the handsome blonde quipped.

“Yeah. It's a fashion emergency if I've ever seen one,” Kate muttered embarrassed.

“She'll survive. Although you might want to have your date grab your drinks for you next time,” he suggested.

“Oh, no, I'm not…” she trailed off when another man patted the handsome blonde on the shoulder.

“Hangman! Long time no see, buddy.” The two men speak for a moment.

“I better get back to my date,” Kate tells the man. “It was nice meeting you,” he tells her before she walks off. 

“Kate! Over here,” her brother calls out, standing with a familiar face.

“Merry Christmas! It's so good to see you again,” the older man greeted and opened his arms for a hug.

“It's good to see you too, Captain Kerner,” Kate hugged him.

“No, no, no, you're a civilian. No formalities. It’s Ron or Slider... I cannot believe how grown up you are, I haven't seen you since your Dad's funeral.”

Kate nodded. “Yeah. You gave such a beautiful speech, sir.”

“Thank you. Sam was one of the finest RIOs and a great wingman out at sea,” he complimented.

“Yeah, he was the best,” Jackson chimed in.

“He would have been proud of you two. Your stories in the paper, Kate, and, of course, you following in his footsteps on the Polaris, Jackson,” Ron told them.

“It's my honor to serve, sir,” Jackson smiled.

“It's a shame, however, that you didn't sign up for the Christmas tiger cruise along with your mom this year. You could have seen your brother in action,” Ron told Kate.

“I just have so much work right now. Big stories percolating,” she countered.

“A chance to watch Jackson launch a $65 million jet off the deck of a carrier, why, that's a big story,” Ron laughed. “Not to mention we're gonna make a stop in New York City this year,” he added after a pause.

“Isn't it too late, sir? The cruise leaves Norfolk day after tomorrow,” Jackson asked.

“We carry 6,000 people on the ship. I think we can find an extra bunk for Kate,” Ron patted him on the back.

“Kate?” he asks.

“Well, thank you, really, for the offer, but it's just so last-minute with Christmas being ten days away,” She tells the older man.

“Well, the offer is there if you change your mind,” Ron told her with a smile.

“Sir!” A younger service member approached them. “Ah, yes. If you'll excuse me? It was great catching up.” 

“You know Captain Kerner is my boss, right?” Jackson muttered to Kate as the older man walked away. “Like, my big boss?” he stressed.

“Yeah, I know. I'm not interested in going on a tiger cruise, okay? I didn't want to go when we were little, I don't really want to go now,” she told him.

“I get it. Now, the more important question is, where are those drinks?” he asked her.

“Oh, um…” Kate trailed off.

“Isn't that your shawl?” Jackson asks, his eyes following the woman she had spilled wine on. Kate nodded. “Who is that, anyway?” He looked at his sister.

“I don't know. I had a little bit of an accident at the bar. Some guy actually told me to have my date get the drinks next time,” she tells him, hanging her head in embarrassment.

“From the looks of that woman's dress, maybe you should have got the Merlot?” Jackson teased.

“Affirmative,” Kate sighed.

“Come on,” Jackson offered her an arm and led her to the table where they caught up on each other's lives. 

“Oh, it's Jenny. I'm gonna grab this,” Jackson told her, grabbing his phone and standing.

Kate nodded and yawned. “I know the military can be stiff… But are we really that boring?” Hangman, the handsome stranger from earlier approached.

“Sorry, it's just… It's been a long day,” Kate tells him.

“There's your shawl. Solo again?” he asks as she takes the shawl from him.

“Thank you. What about you? Is your date okay?” Kate asks.

“She's a little traumatized.”

Kate’s cheeks flushed. “Seriously?” she lamented.

“She likes things to be… Just right,” he told her.

“Oh. A good match for you, then.”

Hangman raised a brow. “Based on...?” he questioned.

“I just know most military officers are meticulous,” Kate told him.

“I can be pretty easygoing. Spontaneous, even,” he countered.

“There you are. Your tie's a little crooked, Jake,” the woman in white came up to him and fiddled with his tie. The lieutenant mouths sorry to Kate before being led away by his date.

“Is Jenny okay?” Kate asked when Jackson returned to the table.

“She's good. She'll be back tomorrow. Look, I'm real glad you came with me tonight,” he told her.

“Me too,” Kate smiled.

“Ladies and gentlemen, excuse me. May I have your attention, please? The captain would like to say a few words.”

Ron steps forward. “Thank you, Commander. For those of you who don't know me, I'm Captain Ron Kerner, skipper of the USS Polaris, and I want to wish you all happy holidays and thank you for coming to the Navy Christmas ball. Now, as you know, while the Navy is not about self, but country, I look around this room tonight and I see so many fine men and women who make incredible sacrifices for this nation every day. And I'm not just talking about the sailors, but those who love them, as well. My apologies… I know we're not an easy bunch. And I can't wait to host your families on the Christmas tiger cruise. It's always exciting to me when they get to see what an incredible job you do on the ship. So during this holiday season, be thankful for family and for this fine country. Raise your glasses in a toast. To the Navy!” he cheered.

“To the Navy!” Everyone repeated.

“Merry Christmas,” he finished before the music began once more.

[aerodaltonimperial]

Hook is trying to get Danhausen to notice him, see if the interest is mutual because sometimes it seems like it might be? And Hook is like, really, really trying. The boy is COMMITED to the cause. It starts off subtle, but Danhausen seems to just take everything Hook is trying to do in the friendliest way possible. Until Hook makes a last ditched effort, maybe his heart is barely in this last one, just doing it so he can say he tried everything he can think of, and then, a wild Whorehausen appears.

(I am literally on an unstoppable Ricky Starks agenda, I cannot be contained.)

Okay, he didn't think this was going to be so hard. Hook knows how this works; he's been down this road before, and he's never had a problem. In fact, he's really rarely had to work at this at all, and that's why he's sitting on the ground with an unopened, uneaten bag of chips in his lap, glaring at his Converse when Ricky finds him.

"You look like you're trying to blow the world up with just the power of your mind," Ricky says. Helpful. Hook glares at him. Ricky, as usual, ignores it, and settles down on the grimy floor tiles next to him. "Why so glum?"

"Nothing," Hook grumbles.

"That face doesn't say nothing. Spill."

Hook sniffs, rubs a hand against his nose. He debates refusing mostly out of pride, but it probably can't get any worse than it already is, and besides, Ricky won't judge him, right? He sucks in one deep breath, and then another, and finally says, "I like someone."

"My condolences," Ricky replies.

Hook kicks at the man's foot, annoyed. "I'm being serious."

"So am I. Sounds like hell. What's the problem?"

"It's not...working," Hook says, lame. He is so, so aware of how lame he sounds.

Ricky frowns. "I need more information."

"I don't...they aren't..." Hook growls, frustrated, and runs a hand through his hair. "I don't think they get it."

"Oh, a dense one." Ricky laughs, finding too much joy in Hook's misery. "Well, just make it more obvious. Seems like the easiest choice, doesn't it? Who are we talking about, anyway? We may need to adjust accordingly."

Hook glares at the chip bag, teeth clenched.

"Yo, I need some deets here," Ricky says.

Hook crunches the chips between his hands.

"Hook, I need--" Ricky frowns. Narrows his eyes. Looks from the bag of ruined chips up to Hook's face and back down again. "You can't be serious."

"Stop," Hook replies, plaintive and reedy.

"Really? Really?"

"Don't judge me, Starks, I swear to god."

Ricky laughs, but it seems good-natured and that's probably as good as Hook will get. "Okay, okay, I'm sorry. We can do this. You can do this."

"But I don't know how." He's whining, and holy shit, his dad would probably smack him if he could see how low he's sunk.

Ricky leans in, eyes bright. "Don't worry--I'm an expert at flirting. You, kid, are in the right hands."

++

Hook is not in the right hands.

Ricky tells him to work with body language--"Because people respond to the way you carry yourself, you know?"--and to get closer, minimize the distance between them. Hook thinks, well, okay, not a bad plan; he tends to stay a few feet away from everyone as the default. Surely, this will be an obvious shift.

Hook waits until the Best Friends are wasting time, sitting around until their match comes up. Then he sidles up to Danhausen, drawing close enough for their sleeves to brush.

"Ah, yes, hello Danhausen’s very good friend Hook," Danhausen says, giving him a single glance and a smile before going back to his conversation with Chuck and Trent. Nothing.

He waits a minute or two, then knocks their shoulders together.

Danhausen just pats his elbow without missing a beat.

Hook glares over his shoulder at Ricky, half-hidden behind the hallway corner, who sighs and shakes his head.

++

"Okay, new plan," Ricky says. "How about gifts?"

"Gifts?" Hook returns, already weary of this.

"It's a love language, man. You should read the book--whatever, not important. Give him gifts. He did that with you, right? The chips? And it seemed to work."

"Did not," Hook grumbles, but fuck, Ricky’s right.

++

He offers Danhausen a drink from the vending machine, and gets a simple thanks. Then he tries with a bag of chips, figuring it's more meaningful, and gets another neutral thanks around crunching. Then he decides the snacks aren't working.

His next try is a t-shirt he found in a little mall pop-up that reminded him of Danhausen. He presents it with both hands.

"Oh!" Danhausen says. "Oh, this is very nice!" He seems way more excited, and Hook thinks aha, he gets it!" And then: "Hook is such a considerate friend!"

He turns, chattering about the shirt, and Hook thinks he might tunnel straight down through the ground to the other side of the world.

++

"This is harder than I anticipated," Ricky admits.

"What do I do?" Hook complains. "Maybe he isn't interested."

"No, no, he is. I can feel it. No one puts that much time and effort into courting someone just for a tag match."

"He was trying to curse me," Hook says, but he sighs and resigns himself to more instructions.

++

Ricky tells him to amp up the physical displays. Hook finds Danhausen in the backstage area and throws his arm over the man's shoulders, afraid he might throw up if Danhausen shakes him off. Danhausen doesn't, but he also fails to really react. He pats Hook’s hand fondly, and that's that.

So then Hook waits until Danhausen sits down against the wall and plops down next to him to tip his head against Danhausen’s arm, curling in.

"Oh, is Hook tired?" Danhausen asks, maddeningly unfazed. "Maybe he should go to sleep earlier tonight. After all, it's been a busy week."

Hook thinks he might want to punch Danhausen instead.

++

"This isn't going to work," Hook moans, four beers deep into the night and resoundly despondent. "He isn't interested."

"Have some faith!" Ricky says, like it isn't the most personal and soul-destroying thing Hook has ever done to hold his heart out for the taking. "We'll find the right way. You could train together again!"

"How will that help anything?"

Ricky shrugs. "Sweaty, shirtless, close contact: honestly, Hook, think outside the box a little here."

++

He invites Danhausen to train together. Then he gets too nervous to do anything useful and stays on the treadmill the whole time, terrified and gross. So he has to try again and pick another day with more specific instructions of ring training, mostly to keep himself from panicking out the door.

"Hook is very good at suplexing," Danhausen says. Its such a good opening, Hook grabs him around the waist and flips them both, ending up above the other with his palms pressed into the mat.

They stare at each other. Hook's heart flies up to his throat. This is it, this is it--

Danhausen smiles wide. "What a great move! Hook is such a wonderful friend to teach Danhausen his secret wrestling tricks!"

Hook is going to throw himself off a damn cliff.

++

"Netflix and chill?" Ricky suggests.

"We watched four hours of Mythbusters without touching once," Hook replies.

"Dinner date."

Hook wants to jam a knife in his temple. "I let him pick the restaurant and we ended up at McDonalds."

"Jesus Christ," Ricky sighs.

++

Hook wipes his palms on his sweats. He's so damn nervous. He's afraid to get punched, and is doubly afraid of getting rejected.

("This will work!" Ricky had promised. "There's no way to miss the implications here!")

Hook tracks Danhausen down in the locker room. There aren't many people there, but he's in a conversation with Orange Cassidy, and Hook figures he has to just suck it up and go. Puts his whole fucking dignity on the line.

He walks up to Danhausen’s side, reaches over with trembling fingers, and grabs the man's hand. Squeezes.

"Hello, Hook!" Danhausen says, smiling. "Do you wish for Danhausen to follow you somewhere?"

"Oh my god," Hook moans, dropping Danhausen's fingers and stalking out the door again.

++

He is miserable. He is anguished. He is trapped in a hell of his own making, ignored through the most effort he has ever tried to put into anything before. Hook absolutely, positively cannot live like this anymore.

He stomps up to Danhausen’s hotel room door and doesn't even knock, just sort of slams his hand against the wood over and over and over until the man opens it.

Then he leans in, index finger extended, sparking and growling. "You!"

"Me?" Danhausen asks, eyebrows high. "What did I do?"

"You let me go on and on and on, for what, amusement?" Hook says. Demands. "Do you think this is funny? Am I something you laugh about at night?"

Danhausen’s expression morphs, mouth turning down. "What?"

"Couldn't you just have told me no? That you weren't interested? Instead of letting me make an idiot of myself for weeks and weeks?"

"Danhausen doesn't--"

"Well, I'm done!" Hook says, pissed. "I am so done here. I hope you've had your fun."

"Fun?" Danhausen repeats. His eyes are good and wide, incredulous and...confused?

"I fucking love you, you fucking asshole," Hook says, and hates himself for it.

Silence. Hook's heart is going to burst straight out of his chest, shattering his ribcage. Danhausen stares at him, and Hook stares back, and nothing in the hallway so much as moves.

And then, inch by inch, Danhausen’s expression opens up. His lips twist up. His eyes narrow, smooth, glimmer. One hand whips out to grab Hook’s hoodie strings and jerk him forward.

"Mmph--!" is about all Hook gets out before Danhausen’s mouth is pressed against his, limbs wrapping around his body like an octopus, and he's unceremoniously pulled through the doorway.

++

"Please, no details," Ricky says, throwing his drink back. "Like, literally never give me details. Stop. Stop, your face is giving me details--Hook, I swear to god, wipe that smug-ass smirk off your mouth, I cannot know this and sleep at night, stop--"

[minevn]

i feel like we as a society are sleeping TOO HARD on kei. he’s a sick, sick, individual and it feels like no one notices!!!!

honestly, it’s genius. his character by nature is DESIGNED to fall under the radar; always there, but never seen-type. love him so bad lowkey.

he’s, like, the 3rd(?) biggest yan of the game, CANONICALLY, and yet the people do not care 💔/j

bro is dangerous as hell, sorry. i cannot stop thinking about him. think with me. he was partners with mc— a person who really didn’t care for him—for a singular class project in high school and yet he switched around his entire life’s trajectory for them. he left everything behind; his future, his family, his sanity. all to seek the attention of someone who never glanced twice at him outside of the classroom.

chances are he knew how insane this was. when his parents screamed at him for letting his grades fall off the bone, there was probably a voice in his brain that was also shouting about how unreasonable he was being. and yet, despite all that, he pushed on. for some unclear, yet fascinating reason, it’s obvious that kei has no plans on stopping anything he’s doing until you’re his.

after meeting you, his mindset changed. and as it changed, so did his social circle. he went from the smartest kid in school to having “most likely to be jailed” written under him in the yearbook (credits to haruto, probably). okay ramble over! sorry your little guys literally won’t exit my head

final thoughts: he’s so cute. i want him.

LMAOOOOOOO nah fr fr though, I actually love him and have so much planned for him. I think honestly, he's one of my favorites??? at least at the moment. It's really fun to write him and to just think about him.

Yeah he's the 2nd most yandere, everyone is too focused on Yani(so valid though, love her<3) He's so slept on though :,( /hj There's like 2 people in the discord that have the Kei role, literally slept on so much LMAO. Still, I'm happy that you love him so much!

The urge to literally SPILL all of the info I have on Mine is insane, I cannot wait to share this story with everyone! It's definitely not the only or first vn to do this and I think I'm actually seeing a lot more vns do it but still, I have a bit more planned still so even if you guys find out early on there will still be some major plot twist! Anyways sorry, we're talking about Kei and I get so hyped about the plot of Mine LMAOOO he's so suspicious(I say as if I wasn't the one who made him)

I want to write so much more for this but I would be spilling so much lore LMAOOOOO Like fr though, Kei is slept on so much even though he's like one of the most important people to the plot. I've stated so many times how I write characters in most significance to the plot and how their routes are set up and Kei is just ignored. If any of you figure out the plot of Mine beforehand message me, if you get it right I have no reason not to tell you LOL However I totally understand wanting to play the game and figure out the plot yourself while playing, makes me feel big brain when I do that. But I actually love posts like this where it's psychoanalyzing characters and theorizing, it makes me so happy.

LMAOOO yeah, Haruto would do that. Tell you what, it was a shocker for Haruto and you when you two beat Kei who has been 1st in class since elementary school. He really threw everything away for you. Went from being loved by his parents, friends, and teachers to being rejected by everyone, including himself. No one has loved him for such a long time, he hopes you can change that <3

Yeeeees join us, one of us one of us one of us! love having them stuck in my head and it makes me so happy that others have my characters stuck in theirs!!

[lovememadly92]

Hello everyone! This is for @emilee1421, hope you enjoy your Secret Santa gift dear, and that you are having a wonderful day! I wrote two parts, hopefully they don't disappoint! No disrespect to the real veterans, only pure actor portrayal from the show. Happy Holidays everyone, enjoy your weekend!

@hbowardaily

Part 1

October 1944 – Schoonderlogt, Holland

“Lew.”

I groan and don’t even bother looking at the time on my watch. All I want is some sleep but Dick being Dick, he is up and ready as usual. Sometimes I don’t know why he and I are friends, he is an on-time person, while, I personally don’t give a fuck if I am late or not. But for some odd reason, he and I understand each other.

“Wake up, they want us back at the regiment.”

God, the one damn time I find a comfortable place to sleep that isn’t a foxhole, I get woken up.

“Come on Nix get up.” He claps his hands and that irritates me even more. This man can go on little to no sleep. “Let’s go.” He opens the curtains next to the bed and I can feel him leaning over, looking at me.

Probably thinks I am hungover. Then again, cannot blame everyone, everyone thinks I am a damn drunk.

“Come on, something is up, Strayer’s orders.”

This damn regiment, it wants and wants yet does it let me sleep? No.

“Okay go ahead, I’ll be right down.” Hopefully, he goes away. “Let’s go come on, you have ten minutes.”

I groan for the millionth time this morning. “Go away.” I hold on to the pillow for dear life. I don’t want to leave; I need this sleep. The job of an intelligence officer is not easy; calculating the risks of every tactic we want to use, and making sure it does not blow into our faces, is damn difficult.

“Come on big guy, let’s go.”

“Ah, leave me alone,” I mumbled.

He sighs frustratingly. “Okay.” Then I feel something wet and cold spill all over me, causing me to jolt up.

“God damnit,” I complained and took a whiff of my hand and it infuriated me, causing me to sit up on the bed. “Oh, that’s my own piss for Christ's sake!” Grabbing the pillow, I wipe myself with it before throwing it at Dick’s face.

“Son of a bitch,” I muttered and got up from the bed, pushing him while he was laughing at me.

I am going to get him later, that is for sure.

“Dick, are you guys ready, they need us at headquarters!” I hear a female voice call from downstairs and I groan internally. Of course, he had to bring his little sidekick with him just to torment me and rush me.

That is so Dick and Charlie.

When she walked inside the room, Charlie scrunched up her little nose and started to take a whiff around the room, until she was right in front of me, then proceeded to glare at me. Not without her pinching her nose.

“Oh, poor Lewis. Did he literally piss the night away or what?” She teased and chuckled. “God Dick.” She turned to look at him. “I told you many times to watch over our dear intelligence officer. Don’t want him to fall in a pool of piss again.” She backed away and crossed her arms, keeping her stare on me.

I smile forcefully and wave at her. “Always the damn charmer Charlie, can you go somewhere with your insults and let the adults do the work?” Dick shook his head. “We don’t need children interrupting.”

She scoffed. “Hey, fuck you rich boy. At least I am not falling into piss or into things like you always do. Besides I am close to the same age as you, asshole, only off by three years. So, I am an adult as much as you both are.”

I groaned. “Can you just get out Charlie?! I want to shower right away.”

“Pssh well good luck with that, this house has nothing but cold water anyway,” she huffed and then proceeded to walk downstairs.

It is always like this between Charlie and me. If she wasn’t attractive, I would find her even more annoying than…wait, what the fuck are you saying Lew?

Dick turns to look at me and rolls his eyes. “You two need to get along for God's sake, your bickering is going to get a lot of us killed. Plus, you know as much as everyone else, she is one of the best lieutenants this company has ever had. Hell, even the men like her, she is lenient but hardworking when it comes to training them.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know, Charlotte is the best, blah, blah. Can I go shower now?”

Dick rolls his eyes once more before he walks out. “No one is stopping you, Lew.”

*****

After finishing my shower, which was fucking cold, we all headed back to headquarters. As I was ranting to Dick, I could see Charlie mocking me along the way and shaking her head. I wonder sometimes how in the hell she became a lieutenant, better yet getting promoted to 1st lieutenant.

When we got off the Jeep, Charlie stood there with her arms crossed. “Do you fellas want me to pick up your mail?” I smirk at her.

“You can get me a cup of coffee while you are it.”

She scoffed and proceeded to flip me off. “I am not your fucking maid, get your own damn coffee.” Charlie marched away and I could see Dick smirking while shaking his head.

“What? She offered if she could get us anything.”

We walked into battalion headquarters and got to talking with Strayer, Moose, Colonel Sink, and Colonel Dobie, who was part of the 1st British Airborne. Turns out, Dobie needs help with the rescue of 140 of his men who are trapped across the Rhine River. So now we are sitting in his office, trying to coordinate an operation.

We are discussing the tactics, when suddenly, Charlie walks in with a coffee and sets it right in front of me. But she doesn’t say anything, she is quiet. When she sat right across from me, her eyes were red-shot, puffy. Like she was crying. She was happy and chipper this morning, teasing me but now she is quiet and somber.

That oddly had me worried. I even felt my heart sink a little. God Lewis, you are stupid, you and this girl are supposed to have out for each other and now you care about her feelings and how she feels. You are stupid. Besides, she is probably on her period, and she is being a negative Nancy right now.

“So tonight then,” Colonel Dobie asked.

I nodded. “Yes, the sooner the better it will be. You do not want to waste any more time.” Then I turned to Charlie and Moose. “Moose, would you mind if Charlie goes along with you and Harry to help with the rescue operation?”

“I have no problem. Charlie, would you like to help with the operation?”

Quietly, she got up and walked out of the room. Of course, she would throw her tantrum here. I excused myself momentarily and followed her outside headquarters.

“Damnit Charlie, this operation is important for you to be acting like a child. If something is asked of you, I expect you to follow fucking orders.” I turn her around for a moment and she is in tears. Her once, light green eyes, turned into an emerald color.

“Look Charlie,” I sighed. “You cannot be acting like a child and if you are on your period…”

Her tiny nose flares up and she shoves me away. For a small lady, she is damn strong. “Oooo nice one, rich boy. What other insult can you come up with besides me being on my period and being a child?” She sniffles. “I don’t know how the fuck you became an intelligence officer, so damn out of touch with fucking people. If you must know everything, I just got a letter, my older brother is dead. As for me following orders, of course, I will go, Captain.” She salutes me sarcastically and walks away.

Charlie did not even give me a chance to say anything, she was gone. Aside from her extroverted demeanor, she never really talked about family to anyone, not even Luz who is her best buddy.

“What was that about?”

I turn to Dick and shrug. It’s best not to say, no one needs to know.

“Nothing Dick.”

Hours Later

When the 140 men were rescued across the Rhine, Dobie decided to celebrate and invited Easy Company to celebrate along with his men. As the men are competing amongst themselves, climbing rope and whatnot, I look to my right and Luz is trying to convince Charlie to come and join the rest of the group.

She gave him a smile, a beautiful smile I might add, and she shook her head. “You fellas have fun, don’t let the party pooper ruin a good time.” Luz gave her a smile and then joined his friends while Charlie made her way outside.

I decide to follow her outside the barn, and I find her leaning against the wall, looking at the beautiful, starry night.

“Come to bug Lewis, I don’t need your pity,” she sneered and turns to look at me. “As you can see, I am not in the mood to talk at all.”

Reaching for my pocket, I grab the pack of cigarettes and try to hand them to her. “I come in peace dear Charlie of mine.” She tries to reach for them, but I pull them back towards me. “But first, you tell what is going on then I will hand you the pack of cigarettes.”

She scoffed and rolled her eyes. “I already told you, my brother died, there is nothing more to it.”

“There is if it has you riled up like that,” I retorted, and she sighed. “And walking you out of a meeting like that. I know you act like a child, but you are the one to listen to superiors when told something to do.”

Charlie huffs and backs herself against the wall again. “For someone who calls me a child sure pays attention to what I do half the damn time. Do not tell me our dear, old intelligence officer has gotten soft.”

I huff and lean against the wall with her. “Me, get soft, you have to be shitting me, Charlie. I am not a soft guy, now if you want someone that is in touch with his emotions, go talk to Dick or Harry, hell go talk to Luz if you want.”

Then it got quiet, except for the noise inside the barn and the occasional crickets chirping. She turns to look at me and shrugs. That somber look appears on her face again. “My older brother, Anthony, was with the 4th Marine Division in the Pacific. A fucking radioman like Luz, hell even happy and cheery like Luz. You wouldn’t shut him up even if you wanted to.” She sighs and looks at me with tears in her eyes. Out of nowhere, I find myself wiping the tears from her cheeks, ever so gently. Charlie is taken aback but continues her story.

“They killed him during a night raid assault back in Saipan; they found him along with his radio right next to him. My parents, being the assholes that they are, did not let me know until August and I just received the letter this morning.”

She shook her head, and I could not help but feel an ache in my chest. “He was always so happy, so loving and caring. Tony would sing along and dance to Fred Astaire, Billie Holiday. I remember one time when we went to Paris, he managed to sneak me into a cabaret to watch Josephine Baker dance the night away. We got in so much trouble, but we laughed about it after.”

“Wait a minute, Paris, cabaret…” Now it dawns on me, oh Charlie is a sneaky one. I should have known from the start. “Whose family do you belong to rich girl?”

She chuckled softly and looked at me with a gleam in her eye. “I am not Charlotte Anderson, I am Charlotte Rossi, from the Rossi family back in New York City. You never met me because I was in boarding school half the time along with the rest of my siblings. Anderson is my mother’s maiden name. I am surprised that it took you this damn long, especially being an intelligence officer.”

“I did look up your family, I did not find anything on you,” I admitted. “Anderson was a really good cover-up.” She shook her head and started laughing. I look at her in shock, for one minute she is sad and the next, just laughing the night away like nothing.

“You are a strange creature, Charlie,” I snorted and started laughing along with her. She really does have a contagious laugh. Why did it take me so long to see it?

Things got quiet between us, then I decided to speak up. “I am sorry about your brother Charlie, I really am. He sure did sound like a good fella. But him taking you to a cabaret? Really Charlie?”

Charlie nods and looks at me, with a sad smile on her face. Even then she looks beautiful as hell.

God Lewis, again?

“That was Tony for you, fun, loving, smart, and overall, a great man,” she sighed and little tears sprinkled on the ground. “We were supposed to survive this, you know, have a drink when this was over. Sigh, I am going to miss him.”

Slowly, I turn around pull her into an embrace, and let her cry on my shoulder. I hold her tightly, closing my eyes. Even though she hasn’t showered, she still smells like roses. A scent that just does not fit with anyone but with her, it just did. Why did it take so long to notice these things?

“Am I interrupting anything?”

We both let go of one another to only find Dick starting at both of us, with a cheeky smile on his face.

“No, no interruptions whatsoever, touch me like that again Lewis and I will beat your ass,” she huffed and walks away back to the barn with the rest of the fellas.

Then Dick crosses his arms and just stares at me. “Is there something you want to tell me, Lew?”

I groan and take a swig of my decanter. “About Charlie? Nothing is going on and please wipe that smile off your face before I do.”

Dick lifts his hands up in defeat and gives me a smile. “There is nothing wrong with liking Charlie, I like her the men like her…”

“Okay enough, don’t you have paperwork to be done or what?”

Dick just chuckles and then walks away back to the command post and leaves me outside here with my thoughts.

I place the cigarette between my lips and light it up.

“What the hell are you doing to me, Charlie Rossi?”

[baekhvuns]

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[wildrangers]

If It's Meant to Be {2} // Nico Hischier

Word Count: 3.7K

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Summary: Could an unexpected encounter at a bar lead to something more?

Warnings: Allusions to one night stand/sex, cursing, brief mention of anxiety, mild angst that's resolved at the end, fluff. Let me know if I missed anything!

To say Nico was surprised would be an understatement. He’d spent the day chastising a hungover Jack and trying to banish the girl from the bar from his mind. You were gone by the time Nico looked for you in the crowd, so he figured that was that until he saw you, eyes wide and mouth ajar, during warm-ups. You two just stared at one another for a moment before someone jostled him back into motion.

“You good, man? Looks like you’ve seen a ghost” Jack teased. Nico shook his head, quickly filling him in on what he’d missed the night before. “Wait, you hooked up with that girl I spilled my drink on?”

“I just said that Jack, yes” Nico sighed in frustration. “What do I do?”

“Are you sure she didn’t know who you were last night? I don’t know how someone has front row seats to see a team they don’t care about” Jack pointed out, not wanting his friend to be taken advantage of.

“I don’t think so, she looked shocked when she saw me just now” Nico replied, replaying the moment in his mind.

“Well then write your number on a puck and toss it over to her, doofus” Jack rolled his eyes, pushing Nico towards the bench. Nico quickly moved into action, asking for a marker and masking tape to wrap around a practice puck. The equipment manager gave him an odd look but did as was asked. Nico’s heart pounded in his chest as he scribbled his number around the edge of the puck, the coach’s whistle calling for everyone to clear the ice. He quickly skated over to your seat, noting the redhead from the night before now seated beside you.

He pointed to you, motioning he was going to toss the puck over the glass and you stood up to catch it more easily. He went to skate away but turned back when he heard you pound on the glass.

“Good luck!” you called, cupping your hands around your mouth so your voice carried through the glass. He felt a smile spread across his face as he raised a hand in thanks before following his team into the locker room.

***

“I cannot believe this is happening right now” you heard Jess say from behind you as Nico exited the ice.

“Can you imagine how I feel then?” you breathed out, giddiness filling your chest as you sat back down. “I seriously thought I’d never see him again and he’s here of all places?”

“Not just here, but literally playing? What are the chances?” she mused, leaning close to you. “And not to like, totally freak you out, but I think he’s actually a big deal—everyone is staring at you right now.”

You’d felt eyes on you ever since Nico had skated over but you were doing your best to ignore them. “Jess, he’s apparently the captain, half the arena has his jersey on right now” you whispered back. Jess, for once, was at a loss for words as she dug into her meal. You picked at the food she’d gotten for you, your nerves staving off some of the hunger you’d felt earlier. Everyone seemed to lose interest in you as the away team took to the ice so you smiled down at the puck before pulling out your phone to add his number.

***

Several hours later, Nico was excitedly putting his suit back on after the team’s win. He pulled his phone out of his pocket, heartbeat quickening when he saw an unknown number’s message:

Hey, it’s Y/N. I’m sure you won’t see this until afterwards but have a good game!

Hey, thanks! Are you still at the arena? He quickly responded and was relieved to see the three dots instantly appear as you typed your answer.

Yeah, figured getting out of the lot would be a headache so we grabbed a drink. Why?

Would you want to meet up? A couple guys are coming over to my place to celebrate, you and your friend could come too.

Sure! Where do we go? I’ve never been here before…

Nico quickly explained how to get down the tunnel to the locker room area, letting the guard there know to expect you both.

“Ready, cap?” Dougie asked, clapping him on the shoulder.

“I actually have a couple friends meeting us before we head out.”

“No shit! You invited her?” Jack asked, Gravy close behind.

“Yeah” he felt his face flush as Jack filled them in on the night before, thankfully leaving out the hooking up in the bathroom part. Nico wasn’t ashamed of what he’d done but he would hate for you to feel embarrassed because the others knew.

Before anyone could reply to the story Jack had just told them, they heard footsteps approaching. Nico looked up and waved when you rounded the corner, noting your shy smile as you waved back.

“I’m glad I caught you before you left” he smiled, wrapping you in a quick embrace.

“Me too! This is Jess, by the way.” Introductions were quickly made and you all headed out of the arena.

“Nico, why don’t you drive Y/N and I’ll ride with Jess so I can direct her to your place?” Jack suggested and Nico felt gratitude sweep through him; now he’d get to be alone with you for a short while.

***

As you settled into the front seat of Nico’s car, your stomach was doing somersaults. If you’d told yourself 36 hours ago that you’d be in a dude’s car on the way to his place to celebrate his professional hockey team’s win, you would have called bullshit.

“How’d you enjoy the game?” Nico asked, as he backed out of his spot.

“It was fun! I’ve never been to a professional hockey game before and I haven’t watched my brother play in years so I was a bit rusty keeping up with everything” you admitted.

“How’d you end up on the ice then?” Nico questioned, his brows furrowed.

“Our friend’s dad is a season ticket holder and offered them to us since they’re on vacation. We didn’t have anything else to do so we figured we’d give it a go.”

“So, you don’t follow hockey at all, then?”

 “Not unless you count my brother’s high school team. Why?” You were a little confused by his line of questioning given what you’d just told him.

“Well…” Nico began but was clearly struggling with how to say what he wanted to. As you noticed his fingers nervously tapping the steering wheel, realization hit you.

“Are you worried I only fucked you last night because you’re a professional hockey player?” you asked, slightly offended.

“No! I mean, not worried but just wanted to maybe…make sure?” he tried and you scoffed at his answer. “Please, just hear me out?” he asked, eyes darting over to yours. You begrudgingly nodded and he continued.

“I don’t think you would but you’d be surprised how many guys that’s happened to on our team over the five years I’ve been here. I’m not trying to accuse you of anything but I felt like I had to ask” he admitted.

You mulled over his answer. You guessed you could understand wanting to make sure that someone who was basically a stranger wasn’t taking advantage of you.

You reached over and took one of Nico’s nervous hands in your own. “Nico?”

You were stopped at a red light so he turned to look at you nervously. “Yeah?”

“I don’t give a shit that you play hockey” you said honestly, maintaining eye contact. He threw his head back in laughter before placing a quick kiss to your hand as the light turned green. “If anything, it’s a negative” you admitted quietly.

“Why?”

“First of all, every athlete I’ve ever met at school has kind of sucked. But mostly, when you tossed me that puck it was like the entire crowd was staring at me, it was such an odd feeling.”

He frowned, squeezing your hand. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable.”

“No, don’t be sorry, I just wanted to be honest with you. And for the record, I’m really happy you came over” you smiled over at him. “I was super bummed I wasn’t able to give you my number last night.”

“Yeah?” he asked, cheeks flushing lightly in the dim lighting.

“Yeah, you were a pretty good lay” you teased and he scoffed, jokingly pulling his hand away. “But seriously, yeah, I had a good time talking with you last night.”

“Just talking?” he pushed, smirking.

“You can’t get offended at me joking about us hooking up then be mad I don’t mention it repeatedly” you laughed, shaking your head at him.

“I know, I’m just messing with you” he smiled, offering you his hand again. You gladly took it, settling it onto your lap and tracing patterns on his palm. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you all day” he said quietly.

“You don’t have to say that, you know” you offered, giving him an out if he was just trying to be nice.

“Why wouldn’t I say it if it’s the truth?” he asked, glancing over towards you. “I was so pissed at Jack all day for picking a fight right as you were pulling out your phone.”

“Well, Jess said if it was meant to be more than a one-night thing we’d meet again and here we are” you mused.

“I’m glad we get the chance to see where this could go.”

You smiled at his response, “Yeah, me too, Nico.”

***

“Babe, are you almost ready?” Nico called, checking his watch again. Since you’d started dated, Nico knew better than to expect you to be perfectly on time for anything. Depending on his mood, he found it endearing or infuriating that you were always ‘punctually late’, as you said, by about ten minutes.

“Coming!” you called and to his relief, your clicking heels confirmed you were earlier than usual.

“At this rate, we’ll only be five minutes late” he teased, holding out your jacket for you. You rolled your eyes playfully back as he helped you into the warm material.

“Tonight’s important, I swear I really tried to be on time” you admitted and a twinge of guilt hit him.

“I know, love, I’m just teasing” he replied, placing a gentle kiss to the corner of your mouth. “You look beautiful.”

Nico’s heart still fluttered every time you shyly ducked your head at one of his compliments. “Now who’s make us late, hot shot?” you joked and he beamed, grabbing the keys while wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

As his car approached the venue, he noted your leg bouncing nervously so he reached over to squeeze your knee. “It’s going to fun, liebe, it’s really just a dinner for you. I’m the one who has to schmooze with the fans.”

“I know” you sighed, placing your hand on top of his. “This just feels different than team outings, it’s our first, like, official Devs event together. I just want it to go well.”

“It will, I promise” he replied earnestly as he parked the car. “Ready?”

***

You were grateful that some of the other players had brought their significant others; without them, you’d be standing awkwardly alone while Nico was moved from group to group. You understood it was his job, and you loved seeing him smiling with his fans, but it was a weird experience nonetheless.

“How long have you two been together again?” Nicole, Jesper’s girlfriend, asked from beside you.

“A little over six months” you replied, smiling to yourself as countless memories flashed through your mind.

“You’ll get used to all of this, I promise” she said, squeezing your hand lightly. You gave her a quick hug but pulled away as you felt warm hands settle on your hips.

“That better be Nico or he’s going to be pissed” you joked, turning around to meet his smiling eyes.

“Everything okay?” he asked, gently pulling you into his side.

“Of course, you didn’t have to come and check on me, I know you’re busy” you admonished, reaching up to fix his tie.

“Did you ever think I just wanted to sneak over to see you?” he teased and Nicole jokingly gagged before wondering off to find her own boyfriend.

“You scared off my friend, weirdo” you joked back and he chuckled. That was one of your favorite things about being with Nico: you two were playful but the jokes were always kind-hearted.

“Excuse me?” a woman’s voice from behind you drew his attention away.

“Oh, hey Molly. This is Y/N. Molly is our social media manager” Nico filled in and you shook the girl’s hand.

“So nice to meet you! Could I get a picture of you two?”

Nico looked to you and you shrugged, not thinking much of it. Nico’s hand fell to your waist as the two of you grinned into the camera.

A few hours later, you checked your phone as the evening was winding down. Your brows furrowed in confusion when you saw the countless Instagram notifications on your lock screen. Opening up the app, your heart dropped.

Molly had posted the picture to the Dev’s Instagram story and had tagged you. You hadn’t even thought to ask her not to but now your page was blowing up. You had a bunch of new followers and your most recent pictures with Nico had dozens of comments from strangers. Most were kind or neutral but the few that weren’t…

Typical puck bunny behavior, asking for her handle to be included on a team post

Wish our captain knew he could do better than this…

Bets on how long she lasts?

The room swam around you as you quickly changed your profile settings to private and focused on steadying your breathing. Your hands shook as you locked your phone, anxiety flooding your system.

***

As Nico excused himself from the group he’d been chatting with, his eyes instinctively darted around the room looking for you. He knew tonight was a big deal for you, so he was doing his best to step aside with you when he could. When he finally found you, his stomach dropped slightly at the look in your eyes. He quickly made his way over to you, “Y/N/N?” he questioned, worried.

When you didn’t answer, he gently laid his hands on your shoulders causing you to jump. “Baby, what’s wrong?” he questioned, sitting beside you.

“Nothing, just lost in my thoughts I guess” you smiled but he knew you were lying when no light reached your eyes.

“Are you sure? You don’t look like yourself” he pushed, rubbing your shoulder tenderly.

“Nico, seriously, everything’s fine.”

“If you’re tired or ready to go home, we can—”

“Nico! Stop fussing like a mother hen. I’m fine” you scolded and he drew his hand away in surprise. It wasn’t like you to snap at him, especially not in public.

“Fine, sorry to check in” he grumbled and made his way over to his teammates to say his goodbye’s. He suddenly wasn’t in the mood to be at the event anymore.

***

Shit, you thought to yourself as you watched a dejected Nico walk away. You hadn’t meant to snap at him but you didn’t want to bother him while he was working. You didn’t know if you’d tell him at all, honestly; there was nothing he could do to make it better. You massaged your temples gently, re-opening your phone to remove the last of the new followers. You hadn’t had the courage yet to open up your photos to remove the nasty comments.  

A few moments later, Nico returned, arm held out to you. You looped your hand around his bicep and waved to the players you knew, forcing a smile as you walked out to the parking lot. A tense silence descended as the valet brought Nico’s car around. Ever the gentleman, he helped you into your seat but he closed the door a little harder than necessary.

Now that you were away from everyone, you felt all the energy leave your body—you were absolutely exhausted. “Nics, can I just crash at your place tonight?”

“You’re really going to act like nothing happened back there?” he questioned, fingers wrapping tightly around the steering wheel.

“I don’t know what you’re talking ab—”

“That’s total bullshit and you know it, Y/N. If you’re too tired to drive home, you can stay over and I’ll just crash on the couch.”

“You’re kidding me” you scoffed, looking over at him.

“I’m really not. Something’s clearly wrong and instead of letting me help, you snapped and shut me out.”

You had nothing to say to this, so you curled in on yourself, resting your head on the window, fighting back the wave of emotions threatening to spill over. The rest of the drive was uncomfortably silent, as was the elevator ride up to his place.

You slipped your heels off as Nico tossed off his jacket and loosened his tie before sitting on the couch. “Y/N, can you please just tell me what happened? I know something isn’t right.”

You sighed, shrugging your own coat off as you opened your phone to your last Instagram photo. For some reason, talking about it seemed overwhelming so you placed your phone on his knee rather than answer him directly. “Just look at this, I’m going to take my make up off and change.”

***

Nico stared after you sadly as you closed the bedroom door quietly. Sighing, he picked up your phone, his confusion deepening when all he saw was a picture of you two smiling into the camera. As he went to scroll past it, his eyes caught on the most recent comments and he instantly saw red. He opened the comments section and his heart deflated.

When you met months ago, you’d said that him being an NHLer was the only drawback to dating him and he hadn’t really understood why—now he definitely did. He took the liberty of deleting every nasty comment he could find on your page, even scrolling through a second time to make sure he hadn’t missed any.

As he heard you shuffling around in his dresser for some PJ’s, he set your phone down before turning to his own. He pulled up his camera roll, checking the handful of photos from this evening. There were a few you two had taken together in the mirror before leaving but he chose one he’d roped Jack into taking before entering the venue.

The sun was setting behind you and while Nico was beaming at the camera, you were smiling directly at him. His heart squeezed at the emotion in your eyes—no one had ever looked at him quite like you did. So full of unconditional love and adoration. He knew his face bore the same look whenever he gazed at you.

He quickly posted the photo to his Instagram stories, adding the caption:

Fun night with my girl and the team!

He made sure not to tag you; even though your profile was now private, he didn’t want anyone bothering you. He wanted to share your love while still protecting you from more harm.

A moment later, the door creaked open and you peaked your head out. “Can you please come to bed, babe? I’m sorry.”

“Come here first, meine liebe?”

He watched as you nervously played with the hem of your, really his, shirt and he held his arms wide for you. You smiled shyly, curling yourself onto his lap and tucking your head into the crook of his neck.

“I’m sorry I snapped at you, Nico. I didn’t want to bring it up while we were at your work event and it just really hurt to see those comments. I know it shouldn’t bother me but they did…”

“Why shouldn’t it bother you? They were assholes, anyone would be hurt to see people talking about them that way, especially when it’s not true” he replied, tracing patterns along your back and placing a kiss to the top of your head.

“I guess, but I just felt silly letting strangers on the internet affect me so much. Like, I couldn’t even tell you what happened so I just left my phone with you. I didn’t want to start crying over something so stupid.”

“Hey” he chastised, pulling your face up to meet his gaze. “It’s not stupid. I’m used to people saying shitty things to me online, it comes with the job unfortunately. But that should never apply to you, okay? Tell me how to fix this. I already deleted the nasty comments on your page.”

Your eyes shone with grateful tears as you placed a gentle kiss to his lips, “Thank you, my love. Just ask Molly not to tag me in anything else, yeah? There’s not much else to do.”

“You got it” he said pulling you into a tight embrace. “You know that none of what they said is true, right schönes mädchen?”

“I know, pretty boy” you smiled back at him. “Now bed, please?” you asked, eyes widening, lip jutting out in a pout. He gently nipped at your bottom lip, making you giggle as he picked you up and carried you into his bedroom.

“You also know you’re stuck with me, right?” he joked as you rested your head on his shoulder again.

“I’d consider myself lucky to be stuck with you my whole life” you said quietly. His only response was a gentle kiss to the top of your head.

Thank y'all for the support on this story :) Feel free to submit requests or blurb ideas, I have everyone I write for listed on my Masterlist post.

Side Note: (meine) liebe = (my) love & schönes mädchen = beautiful girl

(according to Google Translate, sorry if this is wrong!)