#sorry it took a little while i got distracted while looking for refs and ended up. rereading chunks of the comic again

[indilaras]

Trick or treat!

Treat! Have a fish bun Kendal confused at all this talk about "hunger"

That's the last of the trick or treat doodles! Thanks to everyone who sent in the asks, I had a lot of fun ^^

[sapphireplums]

Mad For You

Eli Moskowitz x Reader 

Description: Y/n and Eli are in a relationship, but got into a pretty rough fight. They also have to compete against each other in the All Valley tournament. 

Word Count: 1287

Warnings: mild language

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Pain. Anger. Confusion. The emotions that were going through your mind were unbearable. 

It caused heartaches and pain. Even though your best friend was Miguel, you couldn’t tell him anything because he was also good friends with Hawk. 

You and Hawk got into a fight because of how he was acting.

 It was not amusing to you and you really didn’t like it either. 

The result of the fight ended up in you leaving his house in tears, Hawk not even texting or calling you ever since that day. 

But little did you know, he really wanted to text you. 

Which made you mentally exhausted and that was not good because you had the All Valley tournament coming up in a few days. 

Mentally preparing, you asked your father if you can do some meditation before the tournament came. 

Your dad was also a pretty good teacher considering he was a previous All Valley champion. 

“Hey honey, are you okay,” Daniel asked you. 

He saw your face and he was very concerned for your health and mental health. 

“Yeah dad, I’m fine, I’m just a little tired.”

That didn’t settle it for Daniel. He knew his daughter and he knew something was up. 

“Y/n talk to me. I can tell there’s something wrong and you can’t deny that.”

You had to tell your father, there was no hiding from him. 

“Me and Eli got into a fight a couple days ago and now I have to see him at All Valley, and I don’t think I’m prepared for that,” you said truthfully. 

Daniel looked at you with sympathy then it quickly turned to anger. 

“I never liked that kid. He’s no good for you Y/n, and you can do better.”

A a part of you wanted to think that, but the other part knew you belonged with Hawk. 

“I know dad, but let’s see what’s going to happen okay?”

Daniel gave you a small reluctant nod, then proceeded with a smile. 

“I love you dad.”

“I love you too, honey.”

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The day has finally come and you were now about to compete in the all valley championship with your karate teammate, Robby. 

Robby was a brother figure to you and you loved him as if he really was. 

“Hey, Y/n, are you okay? You seem kinda....... tense.”

“Yeah I’m fine, it’s just that Hawk and I got into a fight and I really don’t want to see him now.”

Robby was panning the room and his eyes met with Hawk’s. 

Staring at him, he shook his head in disappointment, while Hawk stared at him.

Hawk was about to go across the blue mat to talk to Robby, but Miguel held him back. 

“Dude, you can’t make a scene, especially right before we compete,” Miguel said. 

“I don’t like how he’s talking to her,” Hawk said referring to Robby. 

You felt eyes on you then turned around to see Hawk staring at you. 

It wasn't a cold stare, it was more of a sympathetic and apologetic one. 

But when his gaze turned to Robby, his stare was cold as ice. 

The time has finally come and the competition was starting now. 

You were around the third one to go up and compete. A boy around your age was your competition. 

You faced him and bowed, then faced the ref and bowed to him. 

When getting into your stance, you could see Hawk from your peripherals and he seemed to have a worried look on his face. 

As if he was scared you’d get hurt, but he should know that you know how to kick ass pretty well. 

After several hits and kicks, you won with a proud smile. 

Hawk seemed to be proud as well. He clapped and cheered for you. 

Which was surprising to you to be honest, since he hasn’t contacted you for a while. 

Hawk was competing next and he had his ‘intimidating face.’

As expected, he viciously defeated his opponent, then undid his belt and took off his gi. 

He flexed his back and started to move his arms so his hawk tattoo would be moving. 

He then turned to you then looked at you up and down with a smirk. 

You tried so hard not to blush because you were still mad at him, but it was hard not to. 

The time has come and it was the moment you were dreading. 

You had to compete with Hawk. 

When the announcers called your name and Hawk’s, the two of you looked at each other and you slightly smiled, but he did not return it. 

He was confusing as fuck to be honest. 

Hawk went onto the mat first, then you. 

Bowing at the ref, then at each other, Hawk gave you a wink. 

It made you confused because you did not know if he was going to go easy on you or not. 

“FIGHT” you heard the ref say.

“Don’t worry, princess, it will be just like how we practice.”Hawk said. 

You smirked then started to throw punches at him. 

You and Hawk had pretty similar karate techniques, but he was stronger. 

“You’re not going to get away that easily, Eli,”you said to him, out of breath. 

Being the girlfriend of Eli meant you had special privileges, including being the only one to call him Eli without him killing someone. 

“Hey babe, you know I had your favorite food while you were gone,” Hawk said while trying to throw punches at you. 

“Oh, you did not just go there,” you said to him. 

Hawk just smirked, hoping that caught you off guard, but it didn't. 

You decided to get payback with something that will for sure distract him, maybe even kill someone. 

“I think I’m starting to catch feelings for Robby,” you said with a huge smirk. 

Hawk just froze there with a angry face. Oh boy, was this boy about to explode, but unfortunately he was too distracted at that thought and you were able to kick him, scoring a point. 

You won and Hawk was still too in shock to process that he lost. 

He was so pissed and was literally about to run across the mat to go punch Robby, but before he could, you stopped him while putting your hands on his chest. 

That always calmed him down and you knew that. 

“Eli, I was just kidding, you said that only to get you off guard,” you said to him hopefully calming him down. 

He looked at you with anger still in his face, but when he looked into your eyes, he calmed down a bit. 

“Hey are you okay Y/n” Robby asked you, not lookin at Hawk. 

Hawk was literally seconds away from pouncing at Robby, but you stood in front of Hawk and grabbed his arms to put around your shoulders, restraining him basically. 

“Yes Robby, were fine, you don’t have to worry.”

Robby nodded then gave Hawk a glare while leaving. 

“He better not try anything,” you heard Hawk say from under his breath. 

“Eli, whatever happened in the past few days, can we just forget about it please.”

“Look Y/n, I don’t even know why we got into a fight in the first place.”

“It was because you were acting like a dick to other kids.”

Hawk held his head down, but then looked back into your eyes. 

“I’m sorry Y/n, I will try to be better I promise, for you,” He said while kissing your hand. 

“I love you Eli.”

“I love you more Y/n.”

a/n

omgggg i actually love this one so much. i hope you guys enjoyed this imagine!!!💕

[uswntxfootball]

i get a little bit stressed out (when i think about you) (jill roord x arsenal!reader)

how were you supposed to ask her out when just thinking about her made you nervous?

word count: 3342 ish

rated: F for flirtation sugar daddy

title- nervous by shawn mendes

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your eyes followed her even when you didn’t mean for them to.

there was just something about the way she carried herself… you really just couldn’t get enough of it and-

“hello? y/n?”

you really really really had it bad. it really didn’t help that she was talking adamantly about something to viv, the other dutch forward having a relatively hard time keeping up with the taller girl.

its only when daan claps in your face that you turn and look at her.

“sorry what?”

daan face palms before saying:

“you know if you stare any harder you’re going to strain your eyes.”

you blush a little.

“i’m not staring….i’m-”

daan’s pointed look shuts you up.

you blush harder and look down at your cleats, adamantly avoiding the midfielder’s gaze.

her tone softens a little when she sees you.

“you really should just ask her out y/n. its been like two years.”

you scoff a little.

“it has not been two years what are you-“

daan cuts you off with a matter-of-fact tone:

“she joined the team in 2019 buddy.”

“yeah but that doesn’t mea-“

“and exactly how many words have you exchanged with her?”

you think before saying with an air of false confidence:

“like a lo-“

“not counting on the field.”

you sigh and hang your head in defeat before whispering:

“like two.”

the dutch midfielder hums and asks again:

“mhmm now what was that?”

you roll your eyes and say it a little louder, still with that air of defeat:

“like two words.”

daan patted your shoulder encouragingly before the whistle blew, indicating the end of break, and training picked up once again.

~~

jill was talking about you during the break, actually.

to viv across the field from you.

the dutch forward had slowly realized that you were different around her, that you didn’t speak as much, and actually that you avoided her at all costs.

this she found out because there were instances, such as during team dinners, where if there was an open seat next to her, you didn’t take it, opting to stand or sit on the floor as far away from her as possible.

or that whenever she sat down next to you you shot up out of your seat almost instantly.

or that when you saw her coming down the hall you immediately turned and walked the way you came from.

or- you get the point.

she couldn’t tell if you hated her, because frankly that’s what it looked like.

so that’s what she was speaking to viv about.

and to lisa about.

and really anyone who would really listen.

of course, everyone knew your predicament, as you weren’t exactly subtle in your staring and stuttering.

they all assured jill that you didn’t hate her, that maybe you were just shy, something jill had a hard time believing since she watched you hold confident eye contact and conversations with literally everyone else but her.

if you were someone else maybe she would care less.

but you weren’t.

see, this is only how you acted off the field.

but on the field, you were a completely different person.

you had a confident, almost authoritative tone when you spoke, one that made everyone stop and listen, and was something that ultimately landed you the role of captain for every team you’ve ever played for, with arsenal being no exception.

you spoke to her that way too, and it was really the only time you made eye contact with her and spoke to her.

granted it was more like you giving orders and directions, but same difference really.

it was also something jill found really really hot.

so safe to say she cared about what you thought of her.

jill eventually decided that if you weren’t going to talk to her first, she’d do it instead.

and so began her quest, getting y/n y/ln to talk to her and hopefully become her friend.

~~

you noticed the change in jill immediately.

it seemed as though the dutch forward was tailing you every chance she got.

every corner you took she seemed to appear right in front of you, every time you glanced at her it seemed as if her eyes were already on you.

it got so bad that you tried even harder to avoid her.

for instance,

one day before training you were out on the pitch shooting from midfield and muttering game analysis under your breath when you heard a familiar, heavy dutch accent making its way through the halls.

you panicked and-

daan found you ten minutes later inside a trashcan.

needless to say you had a pretty hard time trying to explain the smell and stains on your jersey to joe later that day.

in your defense because the field was so empty, that was the only plausible option in your mind.

as time went on, it really didn’t get any better.

there was another day during training where you turned to catch a glimpse of jill only to see her eyes already on you, and you turned back so abruptly that you knocked down the entire weight rack in front of you.

jill giggled, and the rest of your teammates were rolling their eyes and collectively face palming at your stupidity.

it all came to a climax when you were on the bus to your first match of the year, and jill plopped down in the seat right by you.

your eyes widened and cheeks flushed immediately, and you trained your eyes on the seat in front of you, not daring to turn and look at the girl beside you.

“hey how are you?”

you gulped and slowly looked up at her, and you cursed internally.

she was just so unfairly attractive.

the slightly shy smile and arched eyebrow was a combination you swear only she could pull off and-

“i’m doing okay, how are you?” you managed to force out.

at least you didn’t stutter.

jill gave you a lopsided smile that made your heart skip a beat, and went on talking.

she knew you weren’t much of a talker around her, and subsequently filled up all the gaps with her rambling, something that you both appreciated and hated, as it really didn’t help the queasy feeling in your stomach.

when the bus pulled to a halt you felt like you were going to puke, and shot up out of your seat wanting to run off before you freak out, only to remember that you were in the inside seat.

jill moved slightly without hesitation, something you were more than thankful for.

she whispers a little dejectedly when you get off:

“are you sure she doesn’t hate me?”

lisa gives her a sympathetic look and smile.

“she doesn’t jill.”

“but she just-“

“trust us, she doesn’t.”

jill nods a little apprehensively, and gets up and grabs her stuff, making her way off the bus along with everyone else.

~~

during the game, jill was so distracted that she almost ran in the wrong direction.

“jill! press! now go!”

you were yelling at her from midfield, glancing all over the place as you watched every player’s movement and stance.

jill almost stumbled upon hearing your voice.

you note that she’s acting weirdly, and bring it up during a quick break while the ref is assessing a potential foul.

you catch her arm when she walks by you, an action that catches her entirely by surprise.

“hey you alright? your head is all over the place.”

jill swallows a little bit before smiling weakly and replying:

“yeah yeah i’ll be okay.”

“alright well get your head in it, you’re really talented and we really need you right now.”

you give her arm a reassuring squeeze and move to take the free kick which had just been given.

jill still stood there a little dumbfounded, its only when you snap loudly and point in the direction of the box that she remembers there’s a game going on and moves into position.

all in all, arsenal wins with an emphatic victory of 5-1.

after your duties as captain were fulfilled and you gave your post game talk, you quickly fell back into your off field self.

~~

now why was the previous bus interaction the climax?

simply put, it had been the last straw for a lot of your teammates, who were now fed up with your idiotic gay panic, and decided to do something about it.

you should’ve known something was weird when you get a text from viv reading:

“URGENT- team meeting in 15 min at me & lisa’s apartment”

you furrowed your brows in confusion.

you were the team captain and the one who called team meetings, so what was up?

also it was saturday night, couldn’t it wait?

you texted kim, the vice captain, and pretty much the only responsible adult on the team, to double check.

she replied with:

“yes- joe told us about it.”

you furrow your eyebrows again because you took your job of captain seriously and you honestly didn’t remember joe mentioning an impromptu meeting on saturday night at viv’s house.

but you made your way there just in case anyways.

when you make your way inside you glance suspiciously around the apartment and only get more confused when you see less than half the team there.

the only people there besides viv and lisa were daan and beth, caitlin and lia, leah and jordan, and katie.

by this point you should’ve known.

you open your mouth to speak but you’re cut off when daan shoves you down into a chair.

“sit.”

you shoot back up and fight her back a little bit before asking:

“guys guys guys what is going on?”

leah calmly looked at you and said:

“sit down and we’ll tell you.”

and so you begrudgingly take a seat.

lisa starts.

“alright so collectively as a group, we decided that watching you deal with jill is making us all lose brain cells.”

the group in front of you nods adamantly in agreement.

“and so we’re here to help you. to teach you how to flirt.”

you cross your arms and snort a little.

“and how are you going to do that exactly?”

“well-“

beth piped in here.

“we’re going to employ katie and have her flirt with you and teach you for the next week or so.”

you shake your head.

“katie? no i would rather go on my own thank you very-“

katie cuts in here with an offended look.

“what do you mean no?! i’m obviously the best here and-“

the room quickly broke into a loud cacophony of sound, as they began debating about katie’s comment.

its only when lisa yells for silence that everyone quiets again.

“wait how many people are in on this?” you ask suddenly.

“the whole team with the exception of jill,” leah replies offhandedly.

your eyes nearly bugged out of your head when you heard this.

“is it really that bad?”

lia snorts.

“can birds fly?”

you let out a sigh.

“fine.”

you turn to katie and very adamantly say:

“but don’t you dare make it weird.”

katie holds her hands up in surrender.

~~

and so it began, your “training” as they called it.

katie, surprisingly was pretty good at what she did.

she did unfortunately call herself your flirtation sugar daddy, but that really made you uncomfortable so you avoided those terms at all costs.

so day after day, katie stuck by you and flirted with you 24/7, with occasional performance evaluations from lisa and caitlin, all who approved thus far.

on the downside, jill, who had been kept out of the loop from everything, saw this as you being interested in katie.

she wanted to tell you that katie had a girlfriend, but didn’t really know how to start that conversation without making it weird.

she couldn’t just go up to you and say, “hey i’ve been watching you flirt with katie for the last few days and just so you know she’s taken.”

so she just stood by and watched.

she did ask viv about it one day though.

“does y/n know katie has a girlfriend?”

to which viv replied:

“yup.”

“so why is she flirting with her?”

“its just for fun.”

“it doesn’t look like its for fun to me.”

viv turns and looks at her dutch teammate.

“are you jealous?”

jill almost sputters out her answer.

“wh-what no of course not! why would i be jealous?!”

viv turns to hide her smile.

“sure jill. whatever you say.”

two weeks went by, and katie was delighted by your performance.

next saturday, the ten of you met up at viv and lisa’s apartment again.

“alright so you might be asking why we’ve gathered you here today!” lisa proclaimed with a very poor attempt at victorian english.

“we’re gathered here today to-“

“oh just get on with it,” viv butts in.

lisa turns to her with a glare.

“all right all right,” viv relents.

“we’re going to assess y/n’s flirtation capabilities.”

you quirk an eyebrow.

“how are you going to do that exactly?”

“ooh we didn’t actually think that far. we’re going to ask you questions?”

“what like ask me to finish the line? like ooh girl are you from tennesse cuz you’re the only ten i see?”

lia cringes a little at that line.

“what ever you do, don’t say that.”

“mhm yeah wasn’t going t-.”

leah cuts in.

“alright the point is. just be yourself y/n. you exude confidence on the field so just bring it out when you talk to her. that’s all”

the others all nod in agreement.

“that’s it really. you can do it y/n, we all believe in you.”

“thanks guys i really appreciate it.”

“wait but i can still be your flirtation sugar da-ow! you didn’t have to all hit me!”

~~

the next day at training you were shoved and funneled in jill’s direction by almost half the team.

a particularly hard shove from daan had you slamming directly into jill.

the dutch forward turned and grabbed your waist in lightning fast speed to steady you.

your arms immediately fell to rest on hers, and you took a shallow breath in when you saw her concerned look.

“are you alright?”

“yeah i am thanks to you…”

well here goes nothing.

“…though i have to say if this is what it takes to get you to hold me i’ll gladly fall for you again.”

jill’s face was worth the burning on your cheeks.

“w-what?”

you had to admit, jill’s stutter only made her cuter.

you just gave her a wink and reluctantly pulled her arms off you.

“come on jill, we have a training session to get to.”

you gave her a final wave before you made your way out of the locker room.

jill still stood there, shocked and a little confused.

viv rolled her eyes.

“come on jill.”

and when jill didn’t move, viv just grabbed her arm and dragged her out of the room.

later during training almost the exact same thing happens.

except this time it was more jill’s fault than yours.

she wasn’t watching where she was going and ran right into you.

your hands found their way immediately on her waist.

“is this how we’re going to meet and talk from now on?”

jill blushed and mumbled a “sorry.”

you grinned.

“don’t be, i’m kind of enjoying it, though…”

you stopped to fake pondering something.

“…i don’t know what we should do now that we’ve both fallen for each other.”

you finished your sentence with another wink, essentially rendering jill speechless.

and so, this became a trend.

you would flirt with jill, and the dutch girl would essentially just freeze up and stare at you in shock.

you thought it was cute.

jill thought it was mortifying.

she complained to viv later on.

“i can’t even flirt back what is happening to me?”

viv just gave her a reassuring pat on the back.

“that’s what we call gay panic my friend.”

jill groaned and buried her face further into her hands.

~~

“what’s a pretty lady like you doing all by yourself?”

you ask, plopping down in the empty bus seat beside her.

jill blushes and looks down at the seat in front of her.

she could barely see your playful grin out of the corner of her eye and it was enough to kick the butterflies in her stomach to a higher gear.

you had a little deja vu during the bus ride, except that in the previous predicament the roles were switched.

jill somehow managed to hold it together for the remainder of the bus ride.

it was on the pitch when jill really couldn’t take it anymore.

you didn’t even do anything, except fulfill your captain duties.

you were standing on the sideline, watching a scrimmage between lia’s team and kim’s team.

joe had asked you to sit out and assess every player’s strengths and basically coach them.

and coach them you did.

“caitlin! daan’s open on your left! and malin! cover daan better so she’s not wide open!”

you looked down to scribble notes in your note pad, and when you looked up you saw jill staring at you on the field.

“jill! focus!”

her gaze snapped back onto the game.

before the second round, you gave a bunch of pointers to both teams.

“okay so you guys are doing pretty well, just make sure to keep up your back line, don’t make it sloppy.”

and to the other:

“alright so pass accuracy is something you need to work on, because half of your passes are being intercepted at the moment which probably isn’t something you want.”

after a few minutes the teams took their places back onto the pitch and you began scribbling down a few more notes.

a pair of cleats makes their way before you, and you look up.

“what’s wr-“

jill leans down and kisses you.

you drop your notepad in surprise.

she pulls back quickly and searches your face for any sign of disgust or repulsion, and finding none, she leans in again.

this time, you met her halfway.

it was electric and a little needy, really everything you wanted a first kiss to be.

you briefly heard the cheers and clapping of your teammates, too caught up in the moment to care about anything else.

jill’s hands fell to your waist and yours rested on her cheeks.

you pulled back after what seemed like an eternity, but in reality was only a couple of seconds.

“so i guess i don’t have to fall for you to hold me like that again,” you whisper.

jill giggles.

“definitely not.”

you’re silent for a few seconds, but jill beats you and breaks it first.

“you know, i thought you liked katie.”

your eyes widen in surprise, and your face quickly contorts into disgust.

“oh god no way.”

“oh that’s good.”

you ask her a little teasingly:

“why, were you jealous?”

jill scoffs a little.

“shut up.”

you arch your brow a little in challenge.

“make me then.”

jill’s eyes flash back onto your face dangerously but before she can do anything you give her a little shove back.

“now go back to your scrimmage, we’ve had them wait long enough.”

she rolls her eyes and turns back towards the pitch, and towards a hoard of your giddy teammates.

“flirtation sugar daddy for the wi-ow!”

your perfectly struck ball hits katie square in the chest and your glare cuts eliminates any objections.

still you hear her mutter:

“still if anyone needs any help with flirting i’ll be free to-“

“katie!”

“sorry sorry i’ll stop.”

[myhockeyworld87]

Frisky for a Fight - Jamie Benn

Word Count: 3,250

POV: Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Language, Smut

Notes: So watching Jamie Benn fight the other night was just a turn on for me and I ended up writing a little something for it. I decided to use the reader from Ruined, hope you guys don’t care. As always I love to hear your feedback. Happy Reading!!!

(Also not my pic)

You didn’t see the exchange between Zadorov and Dellandrea, only the commentary from the announcers that the young pup had made a hit on the Blackhawk, and then words were exchanged. The television was always on in the training room for you to watch the game if, you weren't on the ramp. You’d been marking down a few things in your charts after taking care of a couple of the guys during intermission, which is why you missed Jamie drop the gloves when play resumed. As soon as you heard them say that, you picked your head up to see the exchange.

You had a love-hate relationship with Jamie fighting, always had. On the one hand, you hated it, because there was always this risk of him getting hurt. While on the other, you found it incredibly sexy. There was just something about seeing him all angry and fired up, that just did things to you, and this fight was definitely doing it to you now. Which was wrong, so wrong. Your panties she should not be getting wet at this moment, but the minute he threw that left uppercut right into Zadorv’s face, you felt your pussy clench.

The fight only last seconds, as the refs came in and broke it up rather quickly after that. You watched Jamie, skate over to the penalty box taking off his helmet, pushing his hair back once he got in, giving you a chance to see what the damage was to his face. Thankfully, there didn’t seem to be any, but you wouldn’t be able to tell until the second intermission which was a while away. There was no point in making yourself suffer, so you headed up towards the bench to see if you could get a closer look without seeming to be hovering over him.

You stood there on the runway, leaning against the wall arms folded as you waited. Jamie saw you staring, could tell by your stance you weren’t pleased that he’d got into another fight, though it was the first of the shortened season. He knew he’d be in for an earful the second the period ended. You kept staring at him over there in that box, all the while Jamie was fretting. Not about dealing with Bones, he knew his coach wouldn’t give him too much hell, but you; you were a different story and the last person he wanted to displease.

When they finally released him and he skated over to the bench to the sound of sticks taping once again cheering him on, you were able to assess the damage. He looked good, nothing seemed to be bruising or swelling, though he should probably get some ice on those knuckles; just for preventative measures. Jamie's eyes darted around to all his teammates before they laid square on you. His signature puppy dog's eyes coming out to tell you he was sorry. You simply shook your head and made your way back to the training room.

Bones talked to guys briefly after the second period before you went in. “So how bad are you?” you asked, grabbing his hands to see the damage. There were a few scraps but nothing that was bleeding or needing attention.

“I’m fine.” He snipped back, earning a disapproving glare from you. He could fight all he wanted with them, but he would not be picking one with you.

“I can see that,” you retorted. “Put some ice on those before they swell.” The guys went about their usual intermission break, making changes here and there with plays, and pointing out weaknesses they could try and capitalize on. All while guzzling Gatorade and something to give them a bit more energy in the third. Everyone started to filter back to the bench as the reprieve was over while Jamie lingered behind.

“Sorry I was snippy before. I just thought you were going to yell at me for fighting.”

“As long as you’re not hurt. I have no need to yell.” You shrugged off the matter, not wanting to get into how the whole thing actually made you dripping wet. He turned to head back down the ramp and out to the bench, a sulking look on his face as if he didn't believe that you were mad at him. "Jame," you yelled out, making sure there weren't too many prying eyes around before you grabbed him and kissed him hard on the mouth. "I'm not encouraging you to fight again, but I was very turned on by that punch to Zadorov's face." You couldn't let him go back out on the ice in a brooding mood, or he'd definitely be dropping the gloves in the third.

"Really?" His eyes perked up, and there was a distinct sparkle to them. One that you'd seen many times as before right before he ripped your clothes off, though that wouldn't be happening here.

"Yes, but if you do it again; you won’t be finding out exactly how wet I am,” you whispered, before swatting at his padded ass. “Now get back out there, captain.” The smile on his face told you, that you didn’t need to worry about him fighting the rest of the game, as he made his way back onto the ice; a little more pep in his step than before.

For the rest of the game, Jamie seemed to behave himself. There might have been an unnecessary check here and quite possibly a shove that wasn’t needed there, but at least his fists weren’t flying into anyone’s face. The game didn’t end how they hoped, as the Stars fell to Chicago. After a few words from coach, some of the guys, including Jamie, headed over to do media. You saw him roll his eyes at having to sit through what he considered the worst form of torture. It was even more so that, now that he knew how turned on you were after his fight. He was definitely distracted as the reporters fired off a few questions, little did they know where his mind actually was.

You finished cleaning up the training room, letting the athletic trainers go early as you waited for Jamie to finish up. He was just finishing buttoning up his shirt when you walked into the locker room. He spied you and his hands immediately stopped, leaving a good four buttons hanging undone. “So you found that little fight sexy, eh?”

There was no one else in the locker room as everyone else had left. So, you were free to saunter up to him and slide your hands up his torso until you could feel his exposed chest. “I’ll admit it was kind of hot.”

“Just kind of?” He grabbed your waist, pressing your body intimately to his where you could feel his erection.

“Well, I guess there’s only one way to find out.” His eyebrows lifted at your suggestion, while his hands roamed down the cheeks of your ass, gathering the fabric of your skirt as he went. It was nothing new for the two of you to get a little frisky when no one else was around. Jamie admitting once that he always wanted to have sex on his locker stall, was all it took to make that fantasy a reality, and while it didn’t happen often, it had happened a couple of times.

His hands worked the globes of your ass, the cool air hitting them as he hiked your skirt up to your waist. Fingers shifting, you felt him move to your core, where you knew he’d find your panties moist. “Fuck baby, have you been this wet since the second?”

“Uh huh,” you moaned before kissing him hard. To your surprise, Jamie moved his hand away and started shimming your skirt back down your lips. “Aren't we…” He didn’t let you finish, just grabbed your hand and headed out of the locker room. You knew you weren’t headed to the car, as he left his jacket hanging. “Where are we going?”

“I’m feeling frisky tonight.”

“I gathered that when you dropped the gloves.” He rolled his eyes as he looked back at you.

When he headed up the ramp that led to the bench, you pulled back on his hand. “Everyone’s gone.” He told you, and while you knew that all of the players and coaches weren’t there, there were still people that worked in the arena milling about. “Come on babe, trust me. Unless you just want to wait until we’re home?” His free hand, snuck between your thighs, letting his fingers dance along your folds.

You moaned in frustration. There wasn’t really a choice here. “No, I don’t.” The minutes the words were out of your mouth, he had your feet moving again. The arena was dark, except for the emergency lighting that dimly lit up the place. Shockingly, he opened the door to the ice though and stepped out onto it.

He picked you up and carried you across to the penalty box before you could even ask where you were going. “I couldn’t stop thinking about taking you here all third period. I’d like to say overtime too, but I was trying to concentrate on the game then.” You laughed, the sound echoing through the building, which made you immediately quiet again. “Thought we could actually do some sinning in this bin.”

He set you down inside the box first before coming behind you and closing the door. The wicked gleam in his eye matched the smirk on your face and the next thing you knew he was shoving you up against the glass, his mouth hot and heavy on yours. Your hands scrambled to undo his shirttails, while he shoved your jacket off your shoulders. His mouth was everywhere, on your lips and on your neck as they made their way down to your breasts. Jamie sucked on a perk nipple through the fabric of your blouse; your back arching into him.

You were so lost in the sensation of his lips that you didn’t realize the loud moan that escaped you.  “Shh,” Jamie hushed before capturing your lips with his. Regaining some of your senses, you quickly undid his belt buckle, before sliding the zipper of his pants down. If you were going to do this you might as well, live out a little fantasy of your own. You pushed back on Jamie’s chest, causing him to pull back in question.

“Since we’re sinning. There’s a little something I’ve always wanted to do to you here.” Pushing both his pants and boxers down to his knees, you backed him up to the bench, where he sat only hours ago for fighting. As you stared over at him earlier your mind had wanted to do one thing and now you had the opportunity. He sat down hard with just a simple push of your hand. His legs spreading immediately, as you sunk down to your knees. You wasted no time, letting your hand drift up his thighs, before guiding his cock into your mouth.

Jamie hissed out his pleasure. His hand threading through your hair as you sunk down on him. “Fuck baby, that feels so good.” You heard his head hit the back of the glass, as he hit the back of your throat. You worked the length of him in and out of your mouth. Part of you wished that the camera that was there was on, recording this. You wanted to see Jamie caught up in ecstasy as you worked your magic on him, but that would have to be for another time. He gathered your locks into a loose ponytail so he could watch you bob up and down on his cock. “Jesus, you look so beautiful.” They were whispered words of praise that went straight to your core.

When you hollowed out your cheeks, his head fell back once again against the plexiglass. It was then that you picked up speed and added a little hum. The vibrations sending Jamie almost spiraling to the point of no return, but he held it together even though his hips lifted off the bench. He was close. You could feel it in the way that his balls tightened under your touch and the way he seemed to almost let go completely. He held on by a small single thread and you knew it was because he didn’t want to spend in your mouth. He wanted to be buried deep inside your pussy when he finally came.

There was both disappointment and relief in his eyes as you released him with a pop; saliva and precum dripping from your mouth. He lifted you off the ground, then brought your mouth to his in a soul-searing kiss. “Fuck baby, you’re so good to me.” His hands worked the fabric of your skirt again, the cold of the ice making you shiver. Jamie hooked his fingers in the strings of your panties and ripped them off your body. You wanted to chide him for being so careless with the lace garment but that sheer animal magnetism of the action drew you to him even more.

You straddled him. Legs on both sides of his hips, as you slowly guided his member to your pussy. The feel of him deep inside you was like no other. It was like coming home and yet something new every single time. You’d been wanting this for the last couple of hours and now here you both were, though you hadn’t imagined it quite like this. Slowly, you swiveled your hips, making both you and Jamie hiss out in pleasure. You began to ride building up a rhythm that you both loved.

Jamie took hold of your hips, helping to steady you as you moved. Vaguely, you realized you pressed a hand to the glass behind Jamie and wondered if the imprint would still be there the next game. Would anyone realized that it wasn’t just someone trying to bang on the glass, but instead it was you being carried away in pure bliss as you rode their captain. Jamie brought you back to reality as he slid the v-neck blouse you wore off one shoulder so he could play with your breast. “I just want to rip this off you.”

“Do it,” you hissed out, knowing that he’d buy you dozens more to replace it. It was harder to tear than the panties but then Jamie was a man on a mission, just like he was earlier. His hands tore at the fabric the same ones that had punched Zadorov only hours ago. Now they were gentler, as they cupped your breast, tweaking and playing with the nipple. You threw your head back, only to have his mouth replace his fingers. He sucked on the turret peak then gently bit down. Your hips shot up, as a rush of wetness flooded Jamie’s cock buried inside you.

Suddenly, Jamie’s hands were on your ass and in one fluid motion he lifted you both up. Instinctively, you wrapped your legs around his waist as your back was pressed against the plexiglass; your heels digging into his ass but he enjoyed the bite. You clung to Jamie as he began to pound his cock into you. Foreheads pressed together, all that could be heard in the arena was the two of you panting as you sought that high you both craved. “Come on baby…” Jamie breathed out. “Cum for me.”

He was holding out, waiting for you and with a shift of his hips, he hit that sweet spot and sent you over the plateau. A silent scream was all that you let out as pleasure coursed through your veins. Jamie tucked his head into your neck, as he thrust a few more times before finding his own release. He held you up against the glass for a minute as your breathing calmed. “Can you stand?”

“I think so.” You’d forgotten about your heels until he set you down on them, but Jamie’s hands lingered on your hips to steady you. Once you regained your balance, you shimmied your skirt back down, while Jamie righted himself as well. “Where are my panties?” you whispered, only the receive a smirk from Jamie. The dim lighting wasn’t really conducive to finding your clothing, which even if it was ripped you still wanted.

Jamie lightly chuckled before he said, “We could always leave them for someone to find.”

“Jamie!” It was a little louder than you intended but you’d be totally mortified if someone on the team found them laying there.

“Is someone out there?” a voice called out shocking you.

“It’s just me Bill,” Jamie yelled to one of the custodians. “I was looking for my mouthguard.” You looked at Jamie questioningly and he just shrugged, as if it was the best he could think of on short notice. When you looked down embarrassed that you’d been caught, you finally saw your torn panties under Jamie’s foot. You shot down and snatched the garment up and shoved it in Jamie’s pocket. “Found it,” he yelled out to Bill. “I’ll be out of here shortly.”

“No problem Cap.” You heard Bill start to leave only to stop short and turn back around. “Hell of fight tonight, Cap. Hope we get to see some more like that this season. It seems to gets everyone riled up.”

“It sure does,” Jamie yelled back at Bill while grabbing your ass at the same time. “It sure does,” he repeated only this time quieter so only you would hear.

“Don’t even think that this is going to be a little habit, Benn.”

“Aww, come on baby. You have to admit it was fun. I don’t think I’ll ever sit in this box again without having a little smile on my face.”

“Well don’t think that this is some kind of reward for fighting because let me tell you; the first time I’m stitching you up because someone planted a facer on you, I already have your punishment in mind and it won't be anything like this.” You opened the door to the penalty box and waited for Jamie to step out and carry you since you had heels on. Which he did of course.

“What kind of punishment.” He queried as you made your way across the ice.

"That’s for me to know and for you to hopefully not find out.”

“This isn’t going to be like when you tried to get me to stop chewing snuff is it?”

“It worked, didn’t it. You don’t chew that shit anymore.”

“No, because if I did you wouldn’t let me near you.” It was true, every time Jamie chewed snuff you made it a point that sex, including kissing and whatnot was off the table, at least until he brushed, flossed, and rinsed with mouthwash. You weren’t sure what Jamie’s punishment was going to be for fighting yet but it would definitely run along those lines. “What happens if they all end up like this?”

Hmm, well that might be an entirely different story, as you were still ready to continue what you started in the sin bin. “Hmmm, I guess we will have to see if it’s still a turn on when it happens again.”

Jamie came up and grabbed your waist hauling you against him. “I’m more interested if you’re still turned on now.”

“Take me home and let’s find out.”  

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Brutalizer - Orange Cassidy x Reader

Prompt No. 98: Massages but the sort that are actually practical and helpful. Like babe, you’re so uncomfortable let me help because you’re clearly in pain.

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So I went looking for Orange Cassidy matches to make this prompt about and when I was reminded that his first AEW singles match was against Pac at Revolution I was like, “Yup, that’s what’s happening.” And then this became way longer than I intended 🤣 Anywho, I’m moots with SO many Orange simps, so I hope y’all enjoy 😁 (And I enjoyed writing about Pac being a dominating bastard ANYWAY-)

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Words could not express how unbelievably proud you were of Orange. Tonight was his first singles match in AEW. Against Pac. On pay-per-view. His years of hard work had finally paid off, and you were so happy for him that Tony and the EVPs had recognized his potential enough to give him a match of this caliber.

But you were also extremely nervous. Again, he was wrestling Pac on pay-per-view - you knew it would be a brutal match. And, at the moment, you could barely even watch what was happening in the ring. 

Orange had held his own for the first few minutes. People didn’t realize just how good a wrestler he actually was because he so rarely showed off his luchador skills. But then a vicious tilt-a-whirl backbreaker from Pac had stopped his momentum dead. The bastard had been in complete control ever since.

You winced as Pac delivered a a superplex from the top rope into the middle of the ring. He pinned Orange, not even bothering to hook his leg. The ref started to count - but before he could get to three, Pac deliberately pushed Orange back up into a seated position.

Your mouth dropped, watching as Pac taunted the jeering crowd. He was just toying with Orange now, like a cat playing with a caught mouse. He was having too much fun to end it just yet.

He rolled Orange onto his stomach and dragged him to a corner. It was obvious what he was setting up for: the Dark Arrow. He climbed the turnbuckle, crouching on the top rope like some sort of murderous gargoyle; but then the crowd started to cheer. Orange had come back alive and rolled underneath the ropes out onto the floor below.

“That’s it, stay alive,” you said. If Orange couldn’t beat his opponent in strength, he could almost always beat them in quickness and wit. But Pac was no idiot; didn’t give him any chance to rest. He jumped to the floor, stalked around the ring, picked Orange up, and threw him back underneath the ropes. Then he ascended the nearest turnbuckle, setting up for Dark Arrow again -

But Orange kept on rolling across the canvas, until he went right back out underneath the opposite ropes again. The crowd cheered. A smile pulled at your lips. Classic Orange Cassidy.

Pac, on the other hand, was not amused. He went after him again and tossed him back inside the ring. And again, Orange kept rolling. But Pac wasn’t going to let him get away with it a third time. He stalked around to the other side of the ring and met him before he could roll back out again. Orange gave him a nervous smile, caught - and then he started rolling back in the opposite direction.

“Jim,” you let out a frustrated huff and hung your head in your hands. You adored Orange’s comedy act; it was one of your favorite things about him. But Pac wasn’t the opponent to jerk around. They didn’t call him the “Bastard” for nothing.

But then the crowd suddenly let out a roar. You looked up just as Orange launched himself through the ropes and sent Pac crashing into the guard railing.

“Yes!” you proclaimed. A flurry of action happened next. Orange tossed Pac back into the ring and climbed atop a turnbuckle before you could blink. He jumped off and hit Pac with a diving crossbody, got to his feet, rebounded off the ropes, and delivered a beautiful tilt-a-whirl DDT. He went for his first pin of the match - but Pac kicked out at two.

The crowd heaved a collective sigh of disappointment. Best Friends were at ringside, and Trent started banging on the apron, hyping them up. They clapped in time as Orange staggered to his feet. But so did Pac. He hit Orange with a hard lariat and they both collapsed back onto the mat.

The ref started counting. Pac was first to get his legs back underneath him. He grabbed Orange by the back of the head and picked him up; but Orange pushed him away. He chopped Pac across the chest. But not with a regular chop - with an Orange Cassidy chop. It didn’t do shit.

“Stop playing around!” you shouted at the TV in frustration. Pac was done with the games, too. He nailed Orange with a hard forearm to the face. Orange fell to a knee. But then he got back up - and he stuck his hands into his pockets.

“Oh god,” you breathed. Pac grimaced, what little patience he had complete gone by now. He ran at the opposite ropes and rebounded, going for another forearm - but Orange ducked, jumped into the air, and punched him hard across the jaw.

“Yes!” you shouted again. Orange bounced around the ring like a pinball, hitting one variation of DDT after another, even reversing Pac from the top rope after he’d managed to stifle his momentum again. He climbed back to the top rope and jumped off, driving Pac’s head into the mat with a vicious diving DDT. He reached out, trying to pin him - but Pac rolled away. He crawled underneath the ropes out onto the entrance ramp. Your eyes widened. He was trying to get away.

But not if Trent had anything to say about it. He grabbed Pac by his trunks and threw him back into the ring. Orange picked him up and hit a Beach Break. He covered him. He kicked out at two.

“Dammit!” You didn’t know how much more of this you’d be able to take. And just as you thought that, the Lucha Bros decided to join the party. 

Rey Fenix ran down the ramp, rebounded off the ropes, and kicked Trent in the jaw, spinning him around right into a second superkick from Pentagon Jr. Trent collapsed onto the ramp. But as the Lucha Bros stood triumphant, Chuck launched himself over the ropes and took them both out. 

Back in the ring, Orange had used the ropes to pull himself to his feet. But he was paying more attention to what was happening outside the ring than he was his opponent. Your eyes widened as Pac staggered to his feet behind him. Waiting.

“No, no, no,” you nervously said. “Turn around!” 

Orange did turn around - but it was too late. Pac flicked him down onto the mat with an arm drag and locked on the Brutalizer. Orange quit near-instantly.

“Fuuuuuck,” you breathed out. Pac wouldn’t let go even after the bell had rung and he’d been announced as the winner. You stood up and left the room, unable to stomach another second. All you cared about now was making sure Orange was okay. 

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It was obvious that Orange was in real physical pain by the time you got back to the hotel. The adrenaline of the match had completely worn off and the fatigue and soreness had started to set in. But, Orange being Orange, he didn’t want to admit just how much he was hurting.  

He sat down on the bed and you hurried over, fluffing up the pillows behind him as he leaned back. “Can I get you anything?” you asked.

“No,” he returned. “I told you I’m fine.”

You pursed your lips. “I can tell you’re not by how stiff you are.”

“Yeah, well Pac really locked on that Brutalizer.” He reached across to his right shoulder to massage it, but his left one was just as sore. He winced, only able to move his arm so far. You’d seen enough.

“Okay, scoot up.”

You motioned for him to make room on the bed. He gave you a confused look. “What?”

“You can’t massage yourself with two stiff shoulders. Scoot up.”

He scowled up at you, stubborn. But he relented and scooted forward so that you could climb on the bed behind him. You balanced on your knees on the mattress and lifted the hem of his shirt, doing your best to work it over his head as gingerly possible. He winced again as he tried to lift his arms. You abruptly stopped.

“Sorry.”

He shook his head. “Just take it off.”

You could hear the pain in his voice. You pulled the shirt off as quickly as you could. He let out a breath as he relaxed his arms once more. You frowned. You hated when he was hurting after a match, and you hadn’t seen it this bad in a while.

You maneuvered so that you sat behind him, your legs stretched out on his either side. You decided it would be best to focus on one shoulder at a time. “Which side hurts worse?”

“Right.”

You reached up and gripped his right shoulder. You could feel just how tense the muscle was underneath his skin as you applied gentle pressure with your fingers, moving them in concentrated circles to work out the knots. Orange winced again, but out of relief.

“I’m really proud of you, you know,” you said.

“I got distracted,” he dismissed.

“Maybe. But you impressed everyone with all those moves you pulled out. Pac included.”

He didn’t say anything in return. Jim had never really been good at taking compliments, especially from you. You’d come to take his silence as acceptance.

Satisfied that you’d addressed his right shoulder as best you could, you moved to his left. It wasn’t as stiff as the right, and it didn’t take as much pressure to work it out. Once it was good, you moved your right hand back to his right shoulder and massaged both at once. He rolled his neck and let out a sigh.

“Thanks.”

“Of course.” You leaned forward to wrap your arms around him. “Anything for my favorite wrestler,” you said with a kiss on his cheek.

“Shut up,” he groused; but you just smiled. He was feeling better already.

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Operation Flaming Boar Part 2

Part 1

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“Zumi!”

Kya yelled loudly when the firebender entered the house. The celebration was in full swing and Kya had already had more than her share of the alcohol but Lin didn’t mind because drunk Kya was always entertaining. Izumi had kept her promise and was wearing a simple red tunic and pants. Well simple in construction, they still appeared to be made of some sort of luxurious silk.

Izumi looked up when Kya yelled and was immediately nearly toppled over as the waterbender gave her a big hug. Lin caught her eye over Kya’s shoulder and smiled, gesturing to her own attire. She wouldn’t admit it but she was pretty comfortable and more relaxed than she would have been in the uniform.

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“I’ve been getting way better! I think I could beat him!”

“No offense, Bumi, but Tenzin has a lot more experience than you when it comes to airbending combat.”

“Yeah but I was an actual military commander!”

The kids had gone to bed leaving only the adults awake. They were spread out in the living room in various states of exhaustion and inebriation. Izumi had asked Mako and Bolin about their pro-bending days and they were all now trying to decide who would win in different pair ups.

“What about Lin and Su!”

Mako shot his brother a look as Lin narrowed his eyes at him. Su, who had her head in Bataar’s lap on the floor quickly sat up with a mischievous look.

“Well, I think we already know how that fight would end. Remember Zaofu?”

Lin turned her gaze to her sister as she crossed her arms. She started to speak but was cut off by Bolin.

“I don’t know. Lin was in a pretty bad state during that fight and she still held her own against you. I don’t think I’d bet against a fully prepared and healthy Lin Beifong.”

Lin looked back to Bolin a little surprised but smugly pleased. It was Su’s turn to narrow her eyes at Lin before her face lit up with an idea.

“We could settle it right now.”

“What?”

“Unless you just want to admit I’d beat you.”

Lin’s eyes flashed as she stood, Su quickly standing too. Bolin’s eyes grew wide as Bumi and Kya both got a grip on a Beifong sister. Tenzin stood, raising his hands.

“Nobody is fighting anyone.”

“Unless…”

All eyes shot to Izumi as she looked innocently at the ceiling. Her nose was slightly red and her hair hung loose around her face.

“We could team up. Like old times but now there’s enough of us we could go against each other.”

“Zumi!”

“You have got to be kidding me. It’s way too late-“

“Oh, don’t be such a party pooper, Ten Ten!”

“I’d be up for it!”

“Korra-“

“Let’s do it.”

Tenzin turned incredulously to Lin. With the chief of police on board it looked like it was actually going to happen. Bolin was beside himself with delight. They all sat down and started planning the teams.

“Okay, so we’ve got an overabundance of earthbenders and since we need a Beifong vs Beifong match I think myself, Wei, and Wing should serve as the referees.”

The twins seemed perfectly okay with their assignment as they nodded intently to Bolin.

“So we’ll have a bender for each element with Korra representing water since the only other waterbender is Kya.”

Kya squeezed herself between Lin and Bumi on the couch, wrapping an arm discreetly around Lin’s waist.

“So on Team A we’ll have Tenzin, Kya, Su, and Mako. And then Team B will be Bumi, Korra, Lin, and Izumi.”

“No way! They can’t have the Firelord AND the Avatar!”

“Okay fine, we’ll switch Kya and Korra, no offense Kya.”

Kya just shrugged her shoulders as she used her bending to bend another drink into her glass. Before she could take a drink, however, Lin had grabbed the glass and set it on the table.

“If you’re going to be on my team I’m not going have you too drunk to function.”

Bolin clapped his hands together excitedly.

“Okay! We’ll do best 2 out of 3!”

They all got up and made their way outside, Bumi and Kya both stumbling slightly as Lin grabbed them both by an arm to keep them upright. Izumi came up and wiggled her way between Lin and Kya, wrapping an arm around each of them.

“You know, my armor would have come in handy right about now.”

“Yeah, well I’m not please to be wearing silk for sparring either so we’ll be good company for each other.”

“Please tell me you’re at least not half in the bottle like these two idiots?”

“Pshh, don’t worry Linny. We’ve got this. I’m pretty confident you and I could take them alone.”

Lin let out a laugh as they came to the large clearing Tenzin usually used for meditating or training. Bolin and the twins quickly got to work created a makeshift pro-bending platform while Izumi and Mako took to lighting the giant lamps that lined the corners of the clearing.

Everyone quickly took their positions. Lin had made an elevated seating area for Asami, Pema, and Bataar to sit while Wei and Wing each took a position on either side of the platform to keep an eye out for cheating. Wei had bent a piece of flat metal into a cone for Bolin to use a commentator’s megaphone.

Lin, Bumi, Kya, and Izumi stretched as they huddled on their side of the platform while Tenzin, Su, Korra, and Mako did the same on their side.

“Okay, I’ll take Su. Bumi you take Tenzin. Izumi-“

“Don’t you think that’s exactly what they’ll expect us to do, Lin?”

“Kya, the whole point of this is to see who is the best at bending each element.”

“I’m just saying, if we want to win I think it’d be better if we switched it up.”

“No way! I’m with Lin, I want to knock Tenzin right on his airy as-“

“I actually think Kya may be-“

“Just trust me. We’ll each take down our own target and beat them easily.”

Kya raised her hands in defeat and pulled Izumi away to get in position.

“It’s no use, Zumi. You know how stubborn she is.”

“I heard that!”

Kya turned her head and stuck her tongue out at Lin who just raised her hands questioningly before taking her own position. The others were already ready and Korra was smiling excitedly.

“Okay! Teams ready? Go!”

Lin immediately matched Su’s stance and launched a disc at her but was surprised when her sister didn’t aim at her but rather Izumi. She tried to yell a warning but a gust of air hit her in the gut and she was knocked back to the farthest ring. She glared furiously at Tenzin before launching another disc at his head. He dodged her with an incredulous look as he watched it soar past his face.

Izumi had deflected Su’s disc but was having difficulty deflecting both her and Korra’s attacks. It seemed as if their strategy was to pick off the strongest (or in this case, the most sober) players first. With a calculated blast Mako was able to easily knock Bumi from the platform, Wei catching him with a piece of earth as he lowered him to the ground.

With another blast Kya was sent flying from the platform but she was easily able to stop her descent by summoning water from the nearby fountain. Lin went to shout another warning to Izumi as Mako joined in on the assault against the firebender only to once again miss the shot being aimed at her. Korra’s jet of water hit her in the chest as she soared off the back of the platform. She had difficulty finding the ground as she fell but was easily caught by Wing.

“Got you, Aunt Lin!”

Lin sat on the ground next to Bumi as she watched Wing lift himself back up. Another moment later she was satisfied as she watched Korra go flying off the side of the platform. It was short lived, however, as another moment later Izumi came hurdling for them. Lin bent the earth to meet her as she was lowered slowly to the ground.

“Round 1 goes to Team B! I think we need better names than that. Team Air Bison formerly known as Team B wins the first round! Can the Badgermoles stay alive in round two?!”

Kya, Bumi, and Izumi all burst out laughing at their new team name. They got to their feet and Lin lifted them back to the platform.

“You were right.”

“I’m sorry? What was that?”

“Don’t make me say it again. We need a new strategy.”

Kya was smiling broadly and Lin lightly punched her in the arm as they huddled together again.

“We could easily change strategy and attack the opposite element but I think that may also be too predictable. Zumi, you should take Tenzin and I’ll take Korra. Bumi and Kya, you both try to keep Su and Mako distracted. Once we start eliminating them we can regroup and take the others down together.”

Kya’s eyes seemed clearer and focused while Bumi still seemed to be processing what Lin just said.

“Are you old folks ready to lose yet?”

Izumi’s eyes narrowed at Su’s taunt. Lin smiled determinedly back her.

“Let’s do this.”

The second round started better than the first. Lin knocked Korra in the second ring and Izumi flustered Tenzin enough that he ended up falling back too. Lin saw Mako target Kya from the corner of her eye and diverted one of her discs at him the second he shot out. She hit him right on the side and he went flying off the platform. She let herself get distracted again as Tenzin once again hit her with a blast of air. She just barely managed to stay on the platform and immediately went to retaliate until she saw him go flying off the back of the platform with a strong blast of water.

“Oh, that was a little excessive, don’t you think refs?!”

Izumi and Lin both saw the opening at the same time as Su let her guard down. Lin went for the legs and Izumi went high, watching as Su stumbled before flying off the side of the platform. Mako and Korra teamed up and easily knocked Bumi off the side while Kya seemed to find her stride as she knocked Mako back a space. She looked to her teammates and gave a wink. Apparently she was not quite as drunk as she had originally appeared to be.

“Hey, do you guys remember Operation Flaming Boar?”

Lin and Izumi looked to each with a smile and nodded. It had been years since the three of them had competed but they had practiced so viciously and often that they all doubted they’d ever forget their meticulously planned moves.

Izumi took her position and shot out a precise blast of fire. Korra and Mako dodged in separate directions just as anticipated as Izumi ducked down allowing Lin to launch herself in the air and strike them both hard enough to topple over the edge.

The three woman jumped up excitedly and hugged each other as if no time had passed since their youth. Bumi joined them on the platform and pulled them all into a big bear hug.

“Round two goes to the Badgermoles in an impressive comeback!”

The four of them huddled again and they laid out their plan of attack. Even Bumi seemed to be more focused as they broke apart.

Immediately Lin watched in shock as Izumi was flung off the back of the platform. All four of their opponents had set their aim at the Firelord to quickly eliminate her from play. Lin didn’t waste time as she shot 3 discs in rapid succession at Tenzin, knocking him back two sections.

A blast of air hit Korra in the chest and she went flying back into Tenzin, knocking them both off the back of the platform. Bumi seemed to have surprised even himself as he watched them fall. He looked to Lin excitedly not even paying attention to the fact that Su had set her sight on him, striking him with two discs and causing him to once again topple off the side.

Mako shot out at Lin, causing her to jump back a space. She didn’t mean to but she glared at him with one of her signature scowls.

“Sorry, chief!”

“Don’t apologize Mak- ow!”

Kya had taken advantage of Su’s distraction as she knocked her back a space. Lin shot out a disc at Mako who dodged it but missed Kya’s jet of water as it easily knocked him off the side of the platform. Su took aim at Lin again, firing 3 discs. Lin dodged the first two but knew the third was going to knock her from the platform. Instead she felt herself being flung in the opposite direction as she watched Kya take the hit and go flying off the side.

“Ladies and gentleman it appears we have a classic Beifong vs Beifong showdown for you tonight!”

Bolin seemed beside himself with delight as he practically danced on his platform. Wing and Wei had made two more spectator stands for the other players as they all watched the sisters face off.

Lin looked to the stands and caught Kya’s eye. She took a deep breath and nodded to Lin. Lin nodded slightly and took in a deep breath, grounding herself as she looked to Su. Her sister moved so quickly shooting a single disc at her with more force than would normally be allowed in a pro bending match. Lin didn’t mind though as she closed her eyes. Right before the disc made contact with her she stopped it and used its own momentum against it, hurtling it back at Su.

It had all happened in a few seconds. One second the disc is about to surely knock Lin off the platform but then the next second Su is the one flying off the back. It seemed to take everyone a moment to realize what happened, Bolin recovering first.

“The Badgermoles win! Oh my God, that was so cool! Chief, can you show me how you did that? HOW DID SHE DO THAT?”

Bolin continued to yell into the megaphone as the others gathered on the platform. Lin was pulled into a group hug with her teammates as Bumi lifted her onto his shoulder.

“Bumi, stop it! Put me down!”

The twins and a disgruntled Su lowered the entire platform back to ground.

“What is going on out here?”

A very sleepy Ikki appeared with Jinora, Opal, and Meelo not far behind yawning and looking annoyed. Pema gave Tenzin look as he rubbed his head guiltily. The twins wasted no time running to their baby sister.

“I can’t believe you missed it, Opal! Aunt Lin was amazing!”

“And mom! She helped take down the Firelord!”

“Of course, they didn’t follow the rules very well but it was a good game regardless.”

Lin couldn’t help but smile as she listened to her nephews recount the game. She let out a groan when she stretched her arm out, feeling a muscle pull painfully.

“I know exactly how you feel.”

Izumi had come up beside her, a hand on her lower back.

“Me too.”

Kya was laying on the ground an arm over her head.

“Oh, come on. Don’t tell me you’re getting too old for this.”

Su came up to them. Bumi also came over and wrapped an arm around Su’s shoulders. She hissed and grabbed her shoulder. Lin let out a laugh.

“Looks like you’re getting old too, Su.”

They all laughed then as they looked over to where Wei, Wing, and Bolin were now fully reenacting the game for the kids.

Izumi groaned.

“I’m exhausted. Lin, I don’t know if I want to go back to the city tonight.”

She looked to Tenzin and Pema.

“Oh! You guys are welcome to stay here for the night. I’m afraid space is a little limited so you’ll have to share a room. I’m sure one of the kids-“

“We can stay in Kya’s room.”

Pema chuckled as Lin cut her off. Lin loved the kids but did not fancy spending the night with one of them while they were all hyped up. Izumi looked to Kya.

“You don’t mind?”

“Course not, it’ll be just like old times!”

____________________

“Zumi, you share the bed with Kya. I’ll take the floor.”

“Lin, you don’t have to sleep on the floor.”

“I’ll be fine. I actually like to sleep on the earth sometimes. It’s comforting.”

“Earthbenders are so weird…”

The three of them giggled like they were teenagers. Izumi climbed into the bed, Kya following after. Izumi rolled onto her side, reaching an arm under her head. Something cold touched her hand and she yelped.

Lin turned the light on immediately ready for a fight. Kya just groaned as she squinted her eyes against the light.

“What is it? What’s wrong?”

Izumi groaned sleeply.

“Lin, I found your badge.”

Kya’s eyes opened wide as she made eye contact with Lin. Izumi just set the badge on the blankets and made to turn over and go to sleep. Suddenly her eyes snapped open and she sat up, looking from Lin to Kya.

“Why is Lin’s badge in your bed? How would that even- what-are you? Spirits! Are you guys toget-“

Kya quickly clamped a hand over Izumi’s mouth, shushing her.

Izumi made eye contact with them both and Kya couldn’t help the grin on her face as Lin’s face got red. Kya carefully lowered her hand.

“We haven’t told anyone yet.”

“Well, my mother knows because, well, she’s my mother.”

Izumi was still beaming as she stared at the pair of them.

“I’m so happy for you guys! I can’t believe you didn’t tell me! You have to tell me everything!”

Kya groaned as she fell back on the pillows.

“Tomorrow. Kya needs to sleep. For everyone’s sake. Trust me.”

Kya threw Lin’s badge at her head before pulling the blankets over her head

[ddaenggtan]

are you gonna do anything for kookie's birthday?? i know a lot of writers are and i was hoping you might be one of them :)

I don’t have anything, tbh, because I’ve been mostly working on my fic for the Love Yourself Collab (which you should def check out bc I know at least one or two have posted theirs and I’m so hype to read them!!) and the sequel to mechanic!joon from the poll a while back. 

I will give you this crumb though, for everyone who read Chasing Butterflies and thoroughly enjoyed it the way I did. 

“I just don’t get it,” Nayun says as she straps her pads on. Jisoo doesn’t react and Rose looks like she might actually kick your asses if you aren’t on the court in ten seconds. “What do you not get? Like what about this situation is confusing?” You ask. “I’m whipped for Jungkook, we been knew, and he’s apparently through some great act of mercy also whipped for me, and he’s bringing every single one of his nerd friends to the match today. Which isn’t at all nerve-wracking. Whatsoever.”

Jisoo rolls her eyes and tugs harder at your laces. She always does your laces, she’s the only one with the upper body strength to tie the things well. You think she might actually be moonlighting as a secret BDSM dominatrix just based on the way she handles them. 

“No, I don’t get why you’re nervous. He’s seen you play before, didn’t he tell you that he tries to come to as many home games as possible? And his friends know nothing about the sport, they won’t know if you fuck it up.”

“Which you won’t,” Rose says from the door. "Because you’re good at this.”

“And because you’ll kill me if I fuck it up.” She doesn’t respond verbally, but the look she sends you radiates ‘yeah and what about it’ energy. “Look, I’m just...scared of disappointing his friends. He talks me up all the time apparently, and if they get bored or are unimpressed then...”

“What, you think he’s gonna break up with you?” Jisoo’s tone is teasing, but when she looks up to see the insecuirty on your face, she softens. “You put on a cosplay for him, and he’s liked you for almost as long as you’ve liked him. I don’t think he’s going anywhere.”  

You just nod, tugging at the laces as she finishes tying them. Realistically, you know she’s right. It’s been a couple months since that night in your apartment, and things have only gotten better. He still comes to the coffee-shop to hang out with his dweeb friends, even if he does spend the time waiting for them talking to you now. He still watches his dumbass anime, thoroughly enjoying your flat-screen to do so, even if he gets consistently distracted by the way you lay in his lap. You talk about your practices that he knows a fair bit about because of some anime, he tells you about his nerd shit that you don’t understand but enjoy hearing about anyway, you help him with his essays and he helps you with Organic Chem, and you even buy him little cupcakes every time he gets a new comment on his fanfic. Things between you are good.

You have no reason to worry, you decide as you push out of the locker rooms and head to the court to get warmups started. You spot him, sitting with his group of friends beside where Jimin and Taehyung sit with the rest of the guys’ team to watch your game. Your boyfriend - your whole chest gets warms as you think it, and you let yourself bask in it for a minute because it took three fucking years to get - looks adorable today; big, round glasses, with that soft beanie and a softer looking shirt. It’s got some kind of weird pumpkin(?) on it, with a point and sharp teeth and the back has a scythe and you vaguely recognize it. You’re pretty sure he watched it at your apartment a few days ago, but you also had his dick in your mouth, so you weren’t paying much attention to anything else. 

You wave back when he waves at you, big and excited and cute, and you’re once again hit with the urge to cover him in kisses while also maybe dangling him off a fifty-story building. His nose scrunches in that way you love and you ignore the way it has your stomach flipping. 

Rose pelts a ball at you and you catch it on sheer instinct. 

“Are you actually going to warm up or are you gonna be entirely useless today?” She asks. You glare at her and throw the ball back in response. If you didn’t have firsthand experience with how good she is, you’d wish she was your opponent so you could wipe the smirk off her face. 

Warmups go well. The team you’re supposed to be playing is good, supposedly pretty well-matched to your own, and you’re excited to see if it holds true. They don’t look especially intimidating. The biggest threat seems to be their captain - which is true for your team as well, Rose is terrifying - and there are a couple girls milling around in jackets and over-shirts. One in particular catches your notice; as you look, you realize it’s because Jungkook has the same jacket. Black, with a big-ass Old-English-styled L on the back of it, and some kind of writing you can’t see on the front and can’t remember from Jungkook’s, small and in the corner where logos usually go. 

You make a note to ask which anime that’s from, just to know in the future, and return to your warmups. 

The game itself is...well, it’s challenging. The other teams is as well-practiced as yours, they’re balanced against you pretty well, and all of you are enjoying the competition almost as much as you’re frustrated that you aren’t getting anywhere. Their captain - a shorter girl with pretty eyes and dimples - is an absolute beast and Rose looks simultaneously enraged and turned on, and Weeb Girl has been blocking you at every turn. She volleys every serve you give, manages to block every spike without fail, and you can respect that she’s good at this, but you’re also really fucking frustrated. 

It’s the end of the second set and both teams are ready for the ten minute break. You’re in the process of trying to drown yourself in your Gatorade bottle and really considering using the stuff to summon some kind of demon just so you can win the game, go home, stuff yourself with cheap burgers, and then fuck your boyfriend because you could tell from his face at one point that he was getting worked up watching you play, but before you can you catch sight of your friends whispering quietly to themselves. 

It screams ‘hey we’re doing something really shady and don’t want you to know, maybe you should immediately storm over and find out what’s going on’ so you do exactly that. 

“What the fuck do you mean ‘should we tell her?’“ You demand, keeping your voice as hushed as theirs. Nayun looks repentant and sorry, Jisoo actually literally makes the emoji face with the teeth, and Rose just purses her lips and gestures over her shoulder. 

You really don’t know what you expect to see, but Jungkook hanging over the side of the bleachers to talk to Weeb Girl isn’t it. His eyes are crinkled at the corners like they do when he’s excited, his glasses are half-down his nose and in danger of falling off because you aren’t there to push them back up like he enjoys, and he’s gesturing happily to Weeb Girl. And she....she looks just as excited, twirling a piece of hair between her fingers and batting her lashes up at him as she says something else that makes him laugh. You can’t realistically hear it, it’s too crowded and noisy, but you feel it when he laughs, every time. 

“We should call the police, she’s gonna kill her,” Jisoo says morbidly from behind you. 

“No,” You respond, scoffing. Your eyes don’t draw away from where your boyfriend is talking to Weeb Girl. “No, I’m not. She can flirt all she wants, it’s fine. Yeah, she’s blocked me at every turn this game, yeah she’s kinda really pretty, and she definitely has the ass for those shorts, and she’s wearing weeb stuff that she’s probably interested in and can talk to him about, but it’s fine. I know Jungkook, he’s not gonna do anything. He’s a good guy.” And you mean it when you say it. If there’s one thing that you’re sure of in your relationship that isn’t Jungkook knowing random weeb stats, it’s that he’s loyal. You know it, deep in your bones. 

You watch as Weeb Girl steps forward, cutting off whatever Jungkook’s saying to push his glasses up his nose, giggling as she does. Your fingers twitch because yes, that is your job, not hers, but it’s fine. It’s absolutely fine. Until her captain calls her back and she giggles again and waves, and Jungkook turns to sit and you see it. He’s got that pretty blush on his face, the one that tints his cheeks and makes him duck his head, the one you love so much but especially when you’re riding him and can get him to break out of the dominant persona he loves and turn pink with your words. 

And you know that your boyfriend is loyal and sweet and wonderful, can tell by the way he searches for you and melts into a smile like the ice cream you’re pretty sure you forgot to put back in your freezer before you had to rush out to get to this game. But pushing his glasses up is your job and that is your blush and you aren’t about to let some weeb queen take it from you. 

Rose looks pleased as you all take the court again. Jisoo looks convinced you’re gonna kill Weeb Girl, and you won’t lie; you’re definitely trying to see if you can will someone to set fire with only the power of your brain as you stare her down across the net. She looks entirely too pleased with herself and even dares to send a quick glance and a shy smile off at where you know Jungkook sits behind you, and you wish - not for the first time in your life - that you had Harry Potter powers and could just Crucio this fucker right now. 

Alas, you’re gonna have to settle for slamming a volleyball into her face. 

Nayun looks horrified at the sight, but you can tell Rose is holding back a smile even as the ref gives you a penalty that you willingly take. Weeb Girl looks pissed and also a little confused. Logically it’s not her fault that she chose to flirt with your weeb; and you can’t even fault her for it, because he’s gorgeous and sweet and perfect, but god damn what a day to do it. 

Throughout the rest of the third set, you’re basically unstoppable. You score three times on her, and you take a sick pleasure in the bruise that’s already forming under her eye. Her entire team looks confused, and you are too, because none of you are sure of where this sudden burst of skill and fury is coming from, but you’re determined to ride it out for as long as it lasts. 

When the game’s over, your entire team crowds you to celebrate. You’re a good player, you don’t have any allusions to that, but you’re also pretty much just reliably good. You’ve never played like that, not in your entire life, and you’re thriving with the knowledge that you even can. 

When they finally back up, you bolt before they can throw Gatorade on you, already climbing the stands. Jimin laughs as you shove him to the side, and you decide to feel guilty about the way he almost falls later, because right now you’re on a mission. You straddle the stand and fist one hand in Jungkook’s shirt, pulling him into a heated kiss that he doesn’t hesitate to return. In seconds you’re almost on his lap, one of his hands gripping your jaw so he lick into your mouth the way he likes while your free hand tangles in his hair. When you eventually pull back, he settles soft kisses along your jaw and you take great pride in looking straight at Weeb Girl. She doesn’t look mad, exactly; more resigned and slightly impressed, and you send her a wink that makes her roll her eyes. 

“Hey,” You whisper to Jungkook. He detaches himself from the mark he was determined to make behind your ear, and you revel in the blush on his face. It spreads across his face and along to the tips of his ears, and you want nothing more to than to make is spread further. “You wanna go put on some Haikyuu and break in your new mattress?” 

You don’t think you’ve ever left a game that fast in your life. 

[princessniquane]

His Obsession

Dean Ambrose/reader

🚨 Warnings: stalking, non con (a good bit of it, don’t hate me), rape 🚨

I went a bit dark with this one so beware.....

Your pov

I feel eyes on me again. Ever since this morning at the gym with Dana Brooke. I've had this feeling of being watched. Having people stare at you is one thing but this feeling is just creepy and dangerous. I don't like it one bit.

I'm ready to go accompany Cesaro to the ring. I wore ripped light blue jeans, a Cesaro shirt that shows of my abs and black boots with my hair in loose curls. I look at Cearo whose in his gear ready to go against Sheamus.

Damn Cesaro's fine. If he wasn't already taken I'd snatch him up. I mean come on who wouldn't. He's smart, speaks multiple languages, strong, sweet and has a great personality, just lucky. Before the bell rings Ambrose's music hits.

“What is he doing out here?”

He walks out with his usual swagger. Black leather jacket, black tshirt and jeans and hair wet. He stays at the end of the ramp then he looks at me with this...twinkle in his eye.

"To watch the match," he says like its the most obvious thing the world. I mean it is but like...nevermind. That distraction gave Sheamus the upperhand as the ref called for the match to start.

Minutes in the match and I completely forget about Dean. I was to busy cheering on Cesaro but still felt his eyes on me. I turn to the crowd clapping to help get Cesaro's momemtum up. I turn back around to the ring just to run into a chest. Dean's chest. I almost fell back but he wraps an arm around my waist.

I try to push back to get him off me but he just tightens his grip.

"Get off me!"

"Mine," he whispers in my ear lets me go and goes to commentary.

I stood there confused. What does he mean 'mine'?

I hear the bell ring. Cesaro made Sheamus tap to the sharpshooter. I get in the ring shaking off what happened and celebrate with Cesaro. We get in the back and Cesaro tells me that that was a job well done. I laugh and go find Dana.

Should I ask Dean what he meant by 'mine' when I see him? Or just ignore him and go about my business? I decide to walk to the gorilla and wait for him. I see Renee getting ready for an interview, probably with Ambrose since he won against Kevin Owens by DQ.

When he walks out from the curtains I get second thoughts on confronting him. He stood there looking at me for a second before making his way to me. Only to be stopped by Renee but apparently he has other plans. I turn to walk away but he catches me.

I try to turn around and leave but he turns me around and mashes our lips together. I try to push him off but he pulls me closer. I gasp as he bites my lower lip. He quickly slides his tongue inside my mouth as I struggle to get him off me.

When he moans against my mouth i push him off catching my breath. He has a smirk on his face.

I turn my head away as he gets close again. "Mine," he whispers. Then he walks away, again leaving me standing but this time a little...ok who am I kidding A LOT scared. I lift my hand up to touch my kiss swollen lips. What is happening?

I didn't feel eyes on me for the rest of the show. So I went to the locker room to grab my bags and leave to get to the hotel. Only to be grabbed from behind and knocked out.

Dean's pov

I finally got a taste. I finally got a taste of my obsession. Hopefully this will hold me over for awhile, just for a little while. Dean was taking a shower after his match. God she tastes so sweet. Like Caramel and strawberries.

Dean knew it wouldn't be enough. The kiss only made him want more. To touch. To feel more. He knows this is an obsession. SHE is his obsession. And he wants more. He cant help himself. And now that he's had a taste and that she feels the same he will get her and make her his.

Dean doesn't know how but he knows she wont come quietly. Or willingly go with him. She'll question everything and he cant have that. Dean tries to think of a way to get her with him without being seen or heard when he sees her walking his way.

He quickly hides in a dark room waiting for her to pass by. When she walks by he grabs her and pulls her in the room. He accidently pulls her with too much force and she bangs her head hard on the wall knocking her out.

"Oops."

He picks her up and her bags and carry them to his rental. As he drives to the hotel he glances at her sleeping form. He stops at a red light and strokes her cheek.

So beautiful.

They arrive at the hotel and the man behind the desk looks at Dean suspiciously. Dean gives him a smile and a chuckle.

"Long drive." She stirs a bit and tightens her arms around me while nuzzling in my neck. "We're at the hotel babe."

"Mmm..."

The man gives me the keys albeit hesitant and I make my way to the room. I have to hurry before she completely wakes up. I drop the bags on the floor and set her on the bed gently. I quickly take her shirt off, handcuff her hands to the headboard and get one of her scarfs to put over her eyes.

Dean stares at her nearly naked body. To her lips down to her neck, purple strapless bra that barely can contain her breasts, to her stomach to the curve of her hips that's covered by her jeans.

‘I finally have her. She is finally with me!’ Dean thought gleefully smiling. He starts to lightly kiss her neck and chest. He doesn't want her to wake up just yet. He wants to savor this for as long as he can. Dean knows he cant keep her forever but wants to take advantage of being with her if only for one night.

She stirs a bit panting. Dean panicks a bit. He doesn't want her to start screaming waking up their neighbors. So he rubs her sides whispering in her ear to calm her down.

"Calm down, I won't hurt you. I'd never hurt you. I promise," Dean whispers.

"Please, just-just let me go. I won't tell I swear. Just don't hurt me!" She whimpers.

Dean kisses down her body slowly. "I won't ever hurt you Darlin'. Ever." Dean contemplates whether to take the make-shift blindfold off. Even hearing his voice she shakes in fear. Dean takes a breath knowing that she won't open herself up when she's scared.

He reaches up and takes the blindfold off and waits on her to open her eyes. When she does she gasps.

Those eyes. They are even more beautiful up close. Just looking into them now I feel like I'm getting lost in them. And that sound will drive me crazy every night after tonight. But I want to hear her scream, scream my name til her voice is no more.

Dean looks at her eyes and then her lips. He goes for it but she turns her head. He growls and goes down nipping at her body. By the way she's gasps and her body twitches he can tell she is enjoying it.

He unbuttons her jeans and slides them off her body. He leaves kisses on each thigh then sucks on her hip bone. Dean rubs up and down your thighs as he watches her bite her lip.

He takes the top of her panties in his mouth and slide it down her body, eyes never faltering from hers. Dean licks above her clit trying to get a response she still is a bit tense. He gets a whimper. Well its something.

"Relax for me baby."

Dean watches the different emotions pass through her eyes. Fear. No need to fear me. Nervousness. And arousal. That's it baby. He feels her tense up even more and bends her legs to close them. He growls and she shivers, Dean forces her legs open. Still making eye contact he goes to suck her clit gently. Another whimper.

Dean goes to kiss her and she moves her head away again, he glares and she lets him fearing what he might do. He gives her a kiss that takes her breath away. Against her will she moans and it unintentionally urges him on.

She wants to push him off her and run but cant since she's cuffed to the bed. But she does the next best thing, the only thing she can do, she tries to get him off her by using her lower body. But that only has her grinding her heat against him making him groan.

“Fuck Baby....I knew you wanted this.”

He unhooks the bra and latches on to a nipple making her arch away and try to get his mouth off her. Dean sucks and bites at one nipple and gives the same treatment to the other not really deterred. When he gets up to take his shirt off he hears her whines and chuckles.

"What's the matter Darlin'?"

"Dean...," she pleads.

"You gotta tell me what's wrong. Or i can't help you," Dean tells her as he kisses down her body.

"Please......don’t want this...” she whimpers.

Dean ignores her and licks up her core and around her clit. Her body betrays her as she moans but bites her lip to stop it, and moves away from his face as he licks and sucks at her heat. Dean holds her hips down and starts to add a finger than two. When he works the third finger in she starts to thrash around and clench around his fingers sobbing.

He doesn't let up as she tells him to stop over and over again. Dean sucks on her clit hard as he fingers her through her orgasm screaming his name. God she sounds amazing screaming my name. Dean takes all she gives him.

Dean leaves a kiss to her clit and kisses up her body, tugging on her nipples and smoothing it over with his tongue, up to neck bitting and sucking, and finally to her lips.

At some point Dean took all of his clothes off. The two naked but only Dean grinding against her. She moves her head but he holds on to her face to make her look at him as they kiss. They separate as Dean moves to her neck to leave love bites as she catch her breath.

‘Damnit this isn't suppose to happen. I was suppose to be possessive, and sensual but... I don't know what has gotten into me. It's like something changed when I looked in her eyes.’

Lifting her legs under his waist to push him away shakes him out of his thoughts. "Off.....please,” she begs him.

"What. Sorry I just...I can’t help but want to leave my mark on you.” He kisses her and position himself at her entrance moving your legs around his waist. He looks at her like she’s the stars in the sky. She shakes her head. "Say it. I wanna hear you," Dean whispers.

"I....let me go....”

“No!.....no don’t. Say. That,” he says laying his whole weight on her and squeezing her tight.

“Dean please.”

After hearing that Dean pushes in with one thrust. Dean moans in her ear as she bites her lip so hard she tastes blood. She tries again to get him off her thrashing her body against his and trying to kick it out. But Dean pays no mind to it, he just thinks that she wants it just as bad but he doesn’t want to hurt her so his thrusts are slow, but pick up at the ‘encouragement’ of her grinding and pleading.

She feels helpless and can’t defend herself so she just takes it and hopes it ends, prays it’s ends. Names and endearments are said by Dean but she hears none of it. Positions are switched. Gripping of sheets and hair. Skin meeting skin. Marks being made by Dean. Limbs are tangled within and around the other's limb as she feels numb all over.

Licking. Biting. Sucking. Marking. Orgasms. And finally cuddling. Dean has her in his arms holding on tight as if she will disappear. Even though its happened he still can't believe that it did and when he opens his eyes it'll all be just a dream. But when he looks down she is still there, in his arms with her head on his chest and is arms still wrapped tightly around her.

She looks up at him, eyes glossed over.

"Dean,” she whispers as her throat is dry from him using her body.

He doesn't say anything just kisses her again. When he pulls back he wants to say how he feels but doesn't want the chase to end. So he keeps holding her against him.

[puckngrind]

Skating Lessons part 10

Summary: Josh’s first big road trip.

Warning: swearing, fighting...

Word count: 2009

Series Masterlist

This was the first long road trip and while Josh texted, called, and facetimed you whenever he wasn’t on the ice or doing team things you missed him.  You watched all of the games curled up on the couch watching Mason reenact what was on the ice.  Mason decided he would wear either his Jones or Anderson jersey depending on how the team did the night before.

"The boy really won’t give up that Jones jersey will he?” You can hear Josh’s voice is tired and you are sure he’s laying in bed about to pass out from the game.

“I mean I’m pretty sure Seth is still his favorite player.”  You giggle over the phone and you hear Josh groan.

“What more do I have to do?”  He laughs a little then grows silent.

“Get some sleep Babe.  I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”  “Okay, and can you stop by my place to put the package in the house?  The tracking number says it will be there by noon.  And don’t open it or it’s going back.”  You agree and let Josh go.

Mason was super excited to head to Josh’s place even without him being there.  Something about the best hiding places.  There is a large box sitting at Josh’s door.  It’s much lighter than you expected when you pick it up.  You take a picture of your fingertip lifting up the flap and send it to Josh.  

Josh: Don’t you dare!  I’ll send it back!

You: The fact that I don’t know what it’s for has me curious

Josh: Us.  And don’t ruin my surprises.  🤨

You look up and cannot seem to find Mason.  After a few moments you find him in what he has deemed the best hiding place ever and head out. He’s bouncing up and down the hall and almost runs into a girl that doesn’t hardly look up from her phone as you quietly say sorry and scold Mason.  You look back as  she keeps heading in the direction you were coming from and as you round the corner you swear she heads right for Josh’s door.  Mason keeps pulling you as you stop to look.  She disappeared into one of the doors.  There weren’t many down that way but shake it off and head down to the parking garage.  There is a car parked in Josh’s other spot where his SUV is normally.  It wasn’t there when you and Mason got to his complex.  You process it but get distracted by Mason’s running commentary on your drive home.  You make your way to the couch to watch another game and your phone vibrates. 

Josh: 2 more sleeps and I’ll be laying next to you.  

You: Yup.  Good luck tonight.

Josh: Yup?  You okay babe?

You: Yes. Don’t you need to get ready? Josh: You are far more important than warmups

Your mind keeps going back to the blonde and the car...and while Josh spends most every waking moment when you aren’t at work with you there is a thought that keeps in your mind.  The comments you had read about his wheeling and others taking note that there was no way a girl like you domesticated Josh Anderson unless you trapped him.  Your fingers typed out your text and hit send before you could stop yourself.

You: are we exclusive?

Josh: Why the fuck would you ask that?  Yes.  I love you and only you.

You: We can talk later.  You need to get out on the ice.

Josh: This convo isn’t over. I LOVE YOU!

Josh: And ONLY you.

You watch the screen as Josh skates on and his face says it all.  Even with the pissed off look on his face he still did Mason’s secret signal.  You notice Nick leaning over him as he stretches and pats him on the back.  The game starts and Josh is a little more aggressive than normal.  He slams anyone in his path into the boards and his shots are off.  You put Mason to bed and finish watching the game alone but texting Bethany.  Then it happened.  You aren’t even sure who the player was but Josh was immediately in his face.  The guy laughs and Josh swings.  Both drop gloves and fists are flying while the refs try to break it up.  You are annoyed at Josh but watching him fight was a slight turn on.

Beth: I’m pretty sure I saw Wilson say your name before Josh decked him.

You reread the text and look up at the screen.  Josh and Tom Wilson were sitting in the penalty box.  Tom with a smirk on his face and Josh’s pissed off look now included a bloody lip.

You: What?  No.

Beth: rewind.  Right before Josh swings Tom is saying something and the last part is your name.

You did and while you saw what Bethany was talking about there was no way that was your name.  You send a text to Josh.

You: I’ll be up when you are done.  

It isn’t long before your phone rings.

“Can you please tell me what you asked if we were exclusive?”  Josh breathes out you can tell he’s pacing his hotel room.

“Josh, why did you get in a fight today?”  You didn’t answer his question because you didn’t want to talk about the blonde and the car.

“I was crowding the crease.”  Josh kind of barked out you.  “You didn’t answer my fucking question (y/n).  WHY did you ask if we were exclusive?”

“I don’t think you were crowding the damn crease Josh.  And are we?” There is a snap to your voice that Josh has never heard.

“If you don’t know we are exclusive I’m not sure how I can prove it to you.  I mean I fought Tom Wilson today because of you so...” He trails off.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“Tom Wilson kept chirping about you and I snapped.”  You hear the plop of Josh’s body hitting the bed and the groan out of his mouth meant he was hurting from his scuffle.

“Josh, what DO you mean chirping about...me?”  Your voice cracks at the idea.

“He was being an ass like always.  Seth told him to back off but I think it just fueled him.”  He groans again as you hear him shuffle.

“But...why...how...I don’t understand.  Are you hurt?”  Your mind races.

“I mean I’m a little sore but nothing a cold tub and biofreeze won’t fix.  I wish I was snuggled up to you though.”  Josh pauses and you let the silence happen.  “So does this prove that it’s you and only you?  Who or what made you think we weren’t exclusive?  Did someone DM you?  I told you not to look at the comments.  I sure as hell don’t.”  You remain silent taking in the whole afternoon.

“I’m pretty sure I saw a blonde heading towards your apartment today.  There was a car in your spot when Mace and I left too.  Josh, is there someone else?  I’ve let down all my guards because I trust...” Josh cuts you off.

“(y/n), stop.  There is no one else.  There will be no one else.  I love you more than anything.  I don’t know who the blonde was but she wasn’t in the building for me.”  He groans again and you don’t push it but you feel your walls slightly go up.

“I’ll see you in two days.”  You whisper because your mind was racing.  And it raced the whole next day.

Josh: Meet me at my place.  We are flying in from Pittsburgh after the game.  I need you in my bed.

You look up from the text to Mason and Bethany who are sitting across from you eating at one of the new restaurants she’s been begging you to try.

“You are blushing.”  Beth looks at you then back to the coloring page in front of Mason.  “You do that a lot now.”  She eyes you again and you go back to text Josh.

You: Yes.

You simply text and go back to your conversation.  You hear chatter from behind you and giggles.  “Ask her.  Ask her.”  You look up and two girls are standing at your table.  “Are you Josh Anderson’s girlfriend?”  One of the girls asks.  

“Uh, yeah.  How do you...” You start and the other cuts you off.

“We are big fans.  Would you mind getting a picture?”  You look over at Bethany and Mason.  Beth’s mouth was hanging open and Mason didn’t even look up from his coloring page.  You stand and take a selfie with the girls.  They thank you and you sit back down.

“Um...” Bethany stares at you. “Did that just happen?”  You just stare at her.  “Like those were fans that recognized YOU.”  

“Yeah.  That’s never happened.  I just don’t know.  Amy said it comes with time.  This whole thing.”  You stared at your phone not knowing what to do. “And there you go again talking about Queen of Hockey Mom’s like she’s your bff.”  Bethany tries to break you out of your trance.  It sort of works.  

You drive over to your parents to watch the game and get Mason tucked in before heading to Josh’s after the end of the game.  You wondered if he would text you after the loss.

Josh: Getting on plane.

You: Sitting on your couch.

You snuggle in a turn on Devils Wears Prada waiting for Josh to get home.  The door opens and you hear his bag hit the floor.  You sit up and he’s stripped off most of his suit before reaching you.  

“Can you really think there is anyone else (y/n)?”  His lips are on your neck before you have are even standing.  Josh shakes off his pants and continues, “why am I almost naked and you still have all your clothes on?” He tugs off your cardigan.   “You did all that yourself.”  You breath in sharply as Josh crowds you again.

“You are so damn sexy.”  He scrapes his teeth down your neck again.  

“Josh can we talk?  You had fans that came up to me while I was out with Beth and Mace.”  Josh pulls you in and tugs again at the hem of your shirt.  You push him back again.  “I’m going to need coffee if we aren’t sleeping tonight.”  You break away and pad to the kitchen to start some coffee.  Josh follows you and you notice the bruise on rib cage.  Your fingers grace the area.

“it doesn’t really hurt.”  He leans into you.  “And did these fans take your picture?”  He stops to look at you.  

“Yeah, I took a selfie with them.  Did this Tom guy really talk about me?”  You stare at Josh and he shakes his head.  You flinch.  Josh cups your face and kisses you gently.  “Oh, Mason made you something.”  You break away and head to the door.  Leaning down to grab your bag all of a sudden Josh’s door opens and the girl you saw the other day is standing there. 

“Are you FUCKING kidding me?  I...I....”  You look at the girl as you hear Josh move from the kitchen.  You don’t give him the change to speak.  “I cannot do this.”  Your eyes are watering and all you here is Josh yelling out your name to stop.  Your phone vibrates as you almost run to your car.  Tears falling down your face.  Josh is at your car door as you fumble.  You cannot hear him through the pounding in your ears.  You look down at your phone where there is a picture of Josh talking to a girl while they were in Florida.  Josh is begging you to get out of the car.   “(y/n), what the hell?  That’s my...”  You cut Josh off and point your phone at him.

“Had a fun roadie huh?”  You snap at him and don’t give him time to respond before you pull your car in reverse and see Josh standing in his boxers with his hands in his hair.

[milfgritty]

nowhere i’d rather be | n. patrick

❀ ⇢ requested: yes | no ❀ ⇢ word count: 1.4k ❀ ⇢ a/n: this one goes out to patty’s goal that should’ve been if it wasn’t for those meddling refs. lmao, but really though this was such a pain to write so i’m sorry in advance if it’s shit

can you a Nolan Patrick one about how you guys are going to an event and are all dressed up fancy and Nolan insists on driving and you get lost in the middle of no where and he feels guilty about it and on the way home he stops and slow dances with you in a parking lot to make up for it?? lol sorry for being so specific

⇢ posted: 02.12.19 . | . masterlist

“Nolan, come on,” you called, “We’ve gotta go.”

“I’m coming, don’t worry,” he replied, appearing behind you adjusting his tie that you had done for him earlier. You really needed to teach him how to tie one, you thought absently as you looked around trying to figure out if you had everything.

Coming to a stop in front of you, Nolan spread his arms wide, “How do I look?” Pausing, you took the chance to drink him in.

He looked… good.

Really good.

You had finally convinced him to get his hair trimmed a few days ago and made sure he thoroughly washed it earlier, leaving it fluffy and soft. What stubble he had left was gone, shaved while he was getting ready. Your eyes roamed over his suit-clad figure, the dark gray material that was tailored just right nearly making your breath catch in your throat.

“Great,” you breathed out before swallowing and repeating yourself with more strength, “You look great.”

A smirk found its way to his lips as he walked closer to your body and grabbed onto your hips to pull you closer to him.

“Oh, I look great?” He teasingly hummed, voice deep. He brought his head down to brush his lips against yours lightly, eliciting a soft sigh from you before you pulled away. “Shut up,” you rolled your eyes good-naturedly.

He chuckled under his breath, pulling you back to him and giving you a real kiss. “You look pretty great yourself, you know,” he told you, not moving back and his words coming out muffled in return.

Eyes glancing down at yourself, a grin pulled at your lips, “I’d hope so, you saw how long I spent getting ready.”

Nodding in agreement with a low laugh, he pressed a quick kiss to your forehead before moving away. “You got everything?” He asked, grabbing his phone and wallet from the table and slipping them into his pockets.

Confirming with a nod, you picked up the keys and dangled them in the air. Nolan rolled his eyes at your cheeky grin, plucking the keys from your fingers.

“Let’s get going, then.”

Thanking your decision to not wear a full length dress, you followed behind him with a reminder to lock the door after you. The walk down to the car was quick, the only conversation being Nolan insisting that he drive—something you easily agreed to.

“Are you sure you know where you’re going?” You asked a few minutes later when you saw that he didn’t have a GPS. “I’ve been there before, babe,” was his confident response, glancing over at you with a reassuring smile, “I know how to get there.”

Sighing under your breath, you decided to give him the benefit of the doubt and slunk down into your seat. Fiddling with the music was your way of occupying yourself and so you deemed yourself the DJ of the car. Mind off the situation at hand, it wasn’t until you heard Nolan uttering low curses awhile later that let yourself become slightly annoyed at your stubborn boyfriend.

It was abundantly clear that he did not, in fact, know the way there, proven by the two of you now being lost in what appeared to the literal middle of nowhere.

Letting your head drop back against the headrest, you chose to stay quiet and let him deal with it and instead stare out the window. Stretches of land passed by outside, dotted with houses every so often. Vaguely registering Nolan’s huffs of irritated breaths, your eyes peeked over at him.

His hair that had previously been tucked neatly behind his ears was now messy, signs of him having run his hand through it visible. Rosy red spots were painted across his cheeks, bringing a tiny smile to your lips.

Seeing how stressed he had become, you let go of your annoyance and grabbed his hand from where it had been making its way back through his hair. Head tilting towards you, he furrowed his features confused as you brought his knuckles to your lips and brushed a soft kiss to them.

“It’s fine if we’re a little late, Nol,” you mumbled, hoping to ease the tension from him.

The attempt worked in part, his shoulders drooping down as he sighed. He tugged your hand over to him and repeated your actions, giving you a small grateful smile. Silence settled over the now calmer vehicle, Nolan managing to figure out how to get there all the while keeping a grip on your hand in his.

Expecting the chirping and teasing from the rest of the team, you weren’t disappointed when you finally arrived. The bolder ones of the bunch made subtle comments about what they thought were the actual reasons behind your tardiness, only for both you and Nolan to respond with scathing remarks that held little heat and in turn caused laughter from those present.

The two of you showing up late had left you with less time to mingle and enjoy the event, giving you little choice but to quickly brush away the lingering disappointment. One thing, in particular, you were saddened about not being able to participate more in was the dancing. Having always found joy in having an excuse to force Nolan—someone who avoided dancing at all costs unless drunk—onto the dance floor, it was a small regret not being able to this time around.

Overall though, you had fun, as you often did when the entire team was gathered.

Exchanging goodbyes with everyone took longer than it should’ve, but soon enough you were making your way back to the car to head home with Nolan.

It was with great relief that you were able to pull off your heels and relax into the seat. Pulling out your phone to give yourself something to occupy your time with, you exchanged tired smiles with Nolan as he started the car and began the drive home.

Quickly becoming distracted, you paid little to no mind to where he was going.

Which is why you became very confused when you felt him pull the car to a stop, the confusion worsening when you glanced up and saw that you were in a parking lot.

“Nolan, babe,” you started, eyes lingering on the stores that appeared abandoned, “Are you planning on murdering me?”

A choked laugh escaped your boyfriend, turning your head to watch him shake his head with a fond grin. He remained silent, however, instead changing the song playing to a slower one and turning up the volume before opening his door.

Bending down to stare at you, he motioned with his head, “You coming or what?”

“I still don’t know what’s happening,” you laughed airily, baffled and having to raise your voice when he made his way around the car to open your door for you.

Shifting you around and pulling out your shoes that were laying across the car floor, he began putting them back on your feet. “Even though you were trying to hide it,” he started, gazing up at you with a soft look in his eyes, “I know you were disappointed about not getting to dance with each other.”

You were unable to do anything but stare at him as he worked, too shocked to even form a word. It wasn’t until he finished and pulled you to your feet while continuing to talk that your trance was broken.

“And since it was my fault we were late, I figured I should make it up to you,” he shrugged, a hint of embarrassment making its way onto his face.

“But you hate dancing,” you found yourself saying, voice weak. Another laugh left him as he began pulling you to a spot in front of the car, far enough that you wouldn’t be blinded by the headlights. And since the only light that you had was from the headlights and the moon shining down on you, it was apparent that you needed them on.

“Yea, but I love you even more.”

Breath catching at the sweet sentiment, you let him pull you close to him. It took less than a few seconds for you to wrap your arms around his neck, fingers playing with the ends of his hair as the two of you swayed together.

“I love you so much, Nolan James Patrick,” you whispered, overwhelmed with emotion, not having to speak louder with the only sounds being the soft music and quiet rumbles of car engines in the distance.

Meeting him halfway as he leaned down to kiss you gently, you knew without a doubt there was no place you’d rather be than in his arms.

[gold-from-straw]

Everything That Happens - ch16

This is it! The final chapter! Thank you so much to everyone who supported this fic, I really appreciate it! And I hope this is a satisfying end to one of the angstiest multichapter fics I’ve ever written lmao!

Read from the beginning on AO3 if you like!

As the year drew on and NEWTs crept closer, the near hysteria of ‘we survived a war’ became the near hysteria of ‘we might not survive exams’. Harry found himself re-doing days again just to make sure he’d understood particular concepts, and then guiltily sharing his notes or spending hours explaining them to his classmates.

“Stop it, Potter,” said Draco one evening, kicking him under the table. “You don’t need to feel guilty for having an advantage.”

“Time travel’s a bit of an extreme advantage, though,” said Harry. “More like cheating.”

“Look, as long as you promise not to go back in time to re-do all the exams, it’s not cheating. It’s just a good skill, like a photographic memory, or a talent for spellwork.” He bent his head back over his books. “I’ll turn you into a Slytherin yet,” he muttered.

His fringe fanned down over his eyebrows, and Harry had to deliberately tear his eyes away from him and focus on his Potions revision.

No matter what Draco said, Harry was trying to use his powers less and less. He’d even decided not to use them for Mind Healer sessions.

“Why not?” asked Draco, when Harry told him a few days later. They were walking up to the Great Hall side by side, elbows almost bumping. Harry was hyper-aware of the space between them.

“Well, you know I went back a couple of days ago because Hermione and Ron had this massive fight? Lavender sent Ron a love letter or something. Anyway, I went back and tried to distract them, and it worked, but then they had an even bigger fight about the exact same thing yesterday.” Harry sighed and rubbed his head, embarrassed. “And it was even worse because Hermione said Ron should have told her straight away when he got the letter instead of hiding it - only he wasn’t hiding it, it was me! I distracted him; he would have told Hermione straight away if it wasn’t for me.”

Draco frowned at him. “That wasn’t your fault.”

Harry made a face. “Some of it was. My Mind Healer says this power is making me feel like I have to be perfect.”

“She’s not wrong there,” Draco said, a tired smile curling his lips. “Perfect Potter.”

Harry shoved his shoulder, and Draco staggered sideways. “Ugh, get off, you Gryffindor oaf,” Draco grinned. The smile disappeared quickly, though, and Harry noticed the dark circles under Draco’s eyes as he looked up.

“Are you OK?” he asked softly.

Draco smiled, a very fake curl to his lips. It looked like the effort hurt. “Of course, why do you ask?”

Harry bit his lip. “Because you look… different.”

“Different?” Draco said, narrowing his eyes.

Harry thought carefully for a moment, then nodded. “Yeah, different. Look, remember back when I first told you about the time travel? And you said… you said you’d notice when I was feeling… bad?” He took a deep breath. “Well, I’m not as good at reading people as you are, but I think I’ve got a baseline--”

Draco laughed. “Oh, no, I’m not feeling like that.”

“Sure?” Harry asked, still serious.

Draco looked at him, and it made Harry ache with how sad he looked. “Yeah,” Draco said at last. “I’m good.”

“Because I can go down to Hagrid’s tomorrow instead of today if you like, I just--”

“Don’t, Potter,” Draco said, his voice strained.

“OK,” said Harry softly, his shoulders drooping.

Breakfast was stilted, almost formal, and Harry was furious with himself for pushing his luck. Draco was probably fed up of him by now, it was hardly surprising he didn’t want him around. He tried to take it philosophically but found himself stomping down to Hagrid’s hut and scowling into his bucket of tea while Hermione and Ron told Hagrid about the latest gossip.

He managed to pull himself out of his funk in time to laugh at Ron imitating Seamus and Cho’s drunken argument over Hufflepuff winning the quidditch cup and whether the ref had been biased. But when they made their way back up to the castle, Harry excused himself to walk around the lake.

He was ashamed of the fact that his first instinct was to go back in time, but do what? Make Draco happy? He’d basically told him he didn’t want him to do anything, he had to respect that. And who knew what he’d change by going back, even if he could figure out the right thing to do. He’d miss seeing Hagrid, and spending time with his friends, too. And perhaps, he thought, throwing stones for the giant squid to catch, it wasn’t his job to figure out the right thing to do.

He sat down on the bank and laughed softly. People had been telling him the same thing for months - his parents, Tonks and Andy, his Mind Healer. It wasn’t his responsibility, it wasn’t his place to fix everything. This was just the first time it had come from inside, and it was dizzying.

But even so, even if he didn’t have to fix everything, a part of him still wanted to, still wanted to find some way to make Draco feel better.

***

By seven pm Harry had dragged his heels back into the dorms, still feeling conflicted.

“Where’s Draco?” asked Hermione, looking up from her reading by the fire.

“Dunno,” muttered Harry. “He was around at breakfast.”

“You haven’t seen him since then?” she asked, frowning.

He shrugged. “I think I’m irritating him,” he admitted, his voice small. He wished he could take it back.

“He’s been looking a bit down recently,” she said thoughtfully.

Harry shrugged. “Yeah, well. He said he’s OK.”

She shrugged reluctantly. “I suppose you know him better than I do.”

Harry cracked a smile, staring down at his hands. “Well, I don’t know.”

“No, really, you guys are so close these days. And that’s a good thing! I know Ron and I are a bit… caught up with each other sometimes. I’m just glad you’ve got someone too; after you and Ginny broke up--”

“Oh, we’re not together,” Harry said quickly.

Hermione blinked. “You’re not? Oh. Oh. Oh, my goodness, Harry, I’m so sorry.”

“What for?” he chuckled.

“I mean, have you asked him out? I’m sure he’s gay, if that’s what’s stopping you.”

“No, it’s… don’t worry about it, Hermione, we’re just friends.”

She looked at him, all puppy-eyed.

“Seriously, it’s fine!” he insisted. “Uh, look; I’m going to go find Draco, see if he’s OK, like you said, and, uh, yeah. See you.”

He found himself walking towards the library without thinking about it. He might as well find Draco, even though he’d just said it as an excuse to get away from Hermione. But there was no sign of him in the library, and come to think of it, he hadn’t seen him at dinner either. Madam Pince said she hadn’t seen him since early afternoon.

Harry checked the potions lab, the staff room, the Slytherin dorms and even their old, abandoned, third-floor classroom, worry steadily building. Eventually, heart pounding, he raced back to the dorms for the Marauders’ map, spreading it out on the bed to search for Draco’s name. There! The top of the Astronomy tower… but that had been damaged in the battle, and still wasn’t safe.

He barely remembered to banish the map before scrambling outside again, ignoring the voices that called him as he rushed through the common room.

He was breathing hard by the time he got up to the top of the tower, the roof and part of the walls blasted away, leaving the spiral staircase damaged and the room at the top exposed to the elements. “Draco!” he yelled, looking around wildly.

Movement at the crumbling, open corner of the room caught his eye, and he nearly collapsed in relief to see Draco stand up.

“What are you doing here, Potter?” Draco asked, his voice too upbeat and nonchalant to be real. As Harry stepped forwards across the debris, Draco turned to look out over the moonlit grounds, wiping his eyes surreptitiously.

“I should have stayed with you,” Harry said softly, walking up to stand close to Draco. He could see him trembling in the drizzle, and cast warming and impervious charms. Draco turned his face slightly to acknowledge it. Not far enough for Harry to see his face, though.

“Why do you say that?” Draco asked, still keeping up that falsely cheerful voice.

“Draco…”

Draco chuckled, and his shoulders sagged. “Can’t you just believe me when I say I’m fine, like everyone else?”

“Do you really want me to?” asked Harry carefully. “I promise, I’ll leave you alone if you definitely want that, but I’m worried--” He touched Draco’s wrist with the tips of his fingers. Draco gasped slightly and jumped, and Harry pulled back. “I feel like I should have stayed with you this morning.”

He turned to go, to take himself back, to make it all better because this was something big, this was someone hurting, but Draco grabbed his arm. “No, don’t, Potter, please. It’s fine.”

Harry turned back to him, to his head bowed over Harry’s arm, his shoulders rounded and small, and he just wanted so badly to wrap him up in warmth and love and peace. “I just want you to be happy,” he said. The wind carried the words over the edge.

Draco laughed, or sobbed. “You can’t. You shouldn’t have to. I shouldn’t be like this anymore. Everything you’ve changed… why do you keep changing things for me? What have I done to deserve this?”

“Nothing!” said Harry. “I just… I want to help. I help other people too.”

Draco let go of Harry’s arm and sat right on the edge of the broken tower, somehow seeming even more hollowed out than before. “You should make yourself happy,” he said, his voice strained. He flashed a sad smile up at Harry. “You’re trying so hard to make other people’s lives better, but it’s not your job. Who makes you happy?”

Harry screwed up all of his courage, so he could feel it like a solid thing in his throat. “You do,” he said, sitting next to Draco.

“Potter, I--”

“It’s selfish,” he said, almost breathless. “All of this, going back for little things. Sometimes it’s to right a wrong, but mostly it’s... it’s so I get to see you smile.”

“What?” said Draco faintly.

“I know it’s not… I know you don’t feel the same, and that’s fine, but I… it makes the sun come out for me, to see you smiling, or laughing, or… or just at peace. Just happy.”

“How… how could you think I don’t feel the same?”

Harry blinked up at him and they stared at each other, inches from the fall. Harry swallowed. “You don’t even use my first name.”

Draco laughed, tears coming to his eyes, and it wasn’t a happy laugh. It was afraid and hysterical and so close to something Harry wanted to drown himself in. “I call you Potter because if I said your first name there’s no way it wouldn’t be obvious to everyone in a ten mile radius.”

Harry’s heart thundered as he covered Draco’s hand over the rough stone. “What would be obvious?” he whispered.

Draco took a shuddering breath. “That I’ve been in love with you for years… Harry.”

It was like a wave, like a tide rushing up through his body and sweeping joy into every pore. Draco’s soft grey eyes looked up at him, fluttering shut as he leaned closer, until he felt Draco’s soft lips underneath his own.

Draco sighed into the kiss, leaning in and sinking his free hand into Harry’s hair. Harry pulled him closer, wrapping his arms around his waist and pressing his face into Draco’s neck as the kiss ended, trying to be closer, to surround himself with Draco.

“I’m not always going to be happy,” Draco whispered, his arms tightening across Harry’s shoulders. “I’m going to have bad days, maybe for the rest of my life, and that’s not your fault. You can’t fix everyone, and you won’t be able to fix me all the time by going back for the notes I’ve lost, or a shell you’ve found that reminds me of you. You can’t. You shouldn’t. But…” he swallowed and stroked his thumb over Harry’s cheek. “You make me happy just by being here and trying. Maybe not happy on the surface where you can see, but happy somewhere small and precious.”

Harry pressed himself even closer, pulling Draco onto his lap to surround him in all the love he couldn’t speak, and felt one moment stretch into eternity.

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[gaycrouton]

Gym Defense

[While doing required fitness tests at the gym, a man pulls some dirty tricks while sparring with Scully, and Mulder is not having it. MSR]

Sometimes Mulder worried Scully’s association to him prevented her from being able to make more friendships within the bureau. He wondered if, before being assigned to the X-Files, she was the type to go out for drinks with friends after work, hang around the office with people she enjoyed, laugh when jokes were made about the spooky guy in the basement.

Call him selfish, but getting all her attention for this past year of partnership had been more than he could ever ask for. He couldn’t really remember the last time he’d been so openly comfortable around another person, let alone someone so incredible. Now he wasn’t just excited to come into work to investigate, but more often than not, his excitement stemmed from the fact he was able to see her. The guilt couldn’t help but gnaw at him, though, when he realized while she finally gave him the human interaction he so craved, he was probably keeping her away from all the potential interactions she wanted.

It was times like this that solidified that was probably not the case.

This was the first time he and Scully had to do the FBI fitness test since becoming partners. It was mostly just done to make sure field agents could chase and apprehend a target. They’d already finished the independent race with perfect times, now they just had to stand in line and spar. It didn’t matter who was the winner or loser, you just had to prove that you knew what to do.

These were the only times he was immersed in an environment with other agents and, to be honest, he hated it. He knew what his reputation was, and he could feel everyone staring at him. He felt like he was Sasquatch, just wandering into the public unannounced. No one dared to approach, just walked passed and gawked, sometimes making passing comments to those around them  under their breaths. Because of this, he expected Scully to stay away and do her own thing, but instead she stood next to him in the corner and, much to his surprise, shared his grief.

Apparently Scully’s desire to socialize was even less than his own. “I don’t see why this is necessary. Doesn’t our record alone and the fact that we are apprehending suspects on a daily basis prove, you know, that we can apprehend suspects?” she sighed, pulling on her hair with both hands to tighten her ponytail.

“I’m surprised you’re not socializing more. I thought you knew some of these people before the X-Files?” he asked, hoping she didn’t take his comment as an implication that he didn’t want her near. He was just genuinely curious why she wouldn’t take the opportunity to get a reprieve from him.

She rolled her eyes and waved her hand in front of her face as if dispelling the crazy notion from the air. “They’re not worth my time.” He smiled at the implication being that he was. “I’m not the mingling type.” For a second he entertained the idea that she was just saying that because she felt bad no one except her would talk to him, but he waved it away like she had. If there was one thing he’d learned about Scully in their short time together, it was that she never did or said anything just to placate him.

His attention was drawn to her when she threw her head back to drink the last of her water bottle. Mulder’d honestly been trying to avoid looking at her too much in fear she would catch his gaze wandering. She was wearing tight nylon runners leggings and a tight tank top to match. Most of the women here were wearing far more revealing athletic attire, but Scully was just radiant. Even as her hair fell from her short ponytail and she was sweaty and flushed from exertion.

“Is my hair falling out or something?” She asked. Caught.

However, before he had a chance to answer, the instructor reigned them all in and split them up into pairs based on physique. He was paired with a tall nerdy guy from the Financial Unit, why he needed to be here Mulder did not know, and Scully was with a short woman who was talking her ear off. Scully looked over at him and gave him a pained smile and he immediately missed their time by themselves in the corner. While he thought the rumors they were married were condescending and tired, he couldn’t help but feel out of his element without her by his side.

They stood in their respective lines and waited their turns. Scully’s line was moving substantially faster than his. The men liked to milk the opportunity to exert their physical dominance, he supposed. A chance for them to showcase their masculinity as if it was a pheromone to the women. He rolled his eyes at the thought and was glad his partner from Finances didn’t look the type.

Scully ended up getting to a mat before he did, and he was glad he had the opportunity to watch. Not that he hadn’t seen her take someone down before, but it was just fascinating to watch. She and the other woman stood on the mat face to face, shook hands, and waited for the count down. Her partner naively tried to strike her immediately, allowing Scully to gracefully duck under her arm and slide around her side, pinning the woman’s arm behind her back before she even had a chance to see what was happening.

With ease, Scully grabbed her other arm in the crook of her elbow and swiped her feet out from under her, preventing her from being able to kick. The instructor began counting down from ten and the match was over within a mere moment. Scully let the woman go as soon as the whistle blew and she stretched out her hand to offer assistance. She smiled politely at the woman and Mulder could see a blush spread across her cheeks when everyone around her started applauding the quick take down. That was another one of his favorite things; seeing others appreciate Scully as much as he did.

A loud thud drew his attention back to the mat in front of him where there was a beefy homicide agent throwing around a younger guy. He was being unnecessarily rough and even the ref seemed put off, though he didn’t say anything. All the guys around cheered as he violently kicked the young man in the leg and hit his back before pinning him in a headlock. Mulder silently thanked the fact he didn’t have to fight a ‘roided out’ guy like him and let his attention wander around the room until it was his turn.

He was last in his line and, from how quickly the matches on the other mat went, he was likely going to be the last match. Most of the women filed out and left after their match was over, but he saw Scully sticking around against the wall, eyes flicking around the activity of the room before inevitably returning to him. He waved at her gently and smiled when she playfully returned it.

He was curious why she was staying. Was she here because she needed to talk to him after, or was she here because she wanted to watch him on the mat. He was embarrassed with himself for how much he hoped it was the latter. It struck him that this oddly reminded him of high school, when he’d be playing basketball and he’d try to slam dunks to impress the cute cheerleaders on the side.

He had to remind himself that this was Scully, his partner, and trying to impress her with displays of masculine agility and strength was probably not the best thing to do. Though, he knew he was going to try it anyway. She started smiling and he became embarrassed when he realized he’d been staring at her, but then she started pointing to his left.

“Sp-Mulder, are you coming?”

Mulder started and realized his partner was waiting for him on the mat. “Sorry,” he apologized, stepping up.

“Too busy checking out his little wifey,” the beefy homicide agent teased, making the surrounding group of men laugh.

He didn’t reward the comment with a response and just got into fighting stance. “Three, two, one!” the instructor called out before blowing the whistle. The finance guy went low and tried to pick Mulder up, presumably trying to replicate something he saw on WWE. Mulder rebuffed him by dropping low and using one of his legs to sweep the other guy off his feet.

As he did this, he saw the homicide agent was talking to Scully, leaning one palm against the wall as he invaded her personal space. Scully didn’t seem to be paying him any attention though as her eyes were still focused on Mulder’s match.

His attention probably should have been focused on his match too, because his opponent took his moment of weakness to pounce on him and knock him off balance. Mulder fell from the impact, but quickly regained his footing, grabbing the man’s wrists in one hand and pinning him down to the mat with his leg trapping the man underneath him. He was making sure to do it in a way that exuded pressure and not force while keeping a good distance between their bodies.

He struggled for a moment before giving up as the instructor counted down. As soon as it was over, Mulder helped the guy up and wished him a good game. However, unlike the other matches, the men all started to walk away, either distracted by something else or simply leaving since it was over.

“Good match you two. Now that everything's over, I have to go report these scores. Make sure to tell everyone they’re free to go,” the instructor said, taking off his whistle before heading out.

Mulder turned to thank his opponent for a good game, only to discover he too was gone. Curious, he made his way over to the group that was huddling, but he didn’t have a good vantage point. “Hey, what’s going on?” he asked the people around him.

“Brad challenged Mrs. Spooky to a match since she was the best woman,” one answered over his shoulder.

“What?” Mulder asked incredulously.

The man turned around and his cocky smile died on his face when he saw who he had been talking to. “Oh, uh, sorry Agent Mulder.”

Mulder paid him no mind as he elbowed his way to the front of the crowd, worry gnawing him away. There was something malicious about this and it put a bad taste in his mouth. He knew Scully could handle herself, but a strong surge of protectiveness coarsed through him. His anxiety didn’t subside when he could finally see them.

Brad was probably Mulder’s height, but with the build of a wrestler. He could probably make a brick wall flinch just by looking at it. Mulder felt uncomfortable just seeing him on the mat with Scully, who looked like a child standing next to this man. This wasn’t right. The gym wouldn’t have paired them together; she may be strong and nimble, but that didn’t really matter with such a significant size difference. The only rational thing he could think of was that he somehow antagonized Scully into accepting a challenge. Nothing about this boded well with him.

The countdown started and all the men surrounding the man started cheering when the whistle blew. Immediately Brad grabbed for her, but Scully was quicker, weaving away from his grasp so elegantly that it almost looked like a dance. Her avoidance took Brad by surprise and he stumbled, creating a laugh from the crowd.

Mulder didn’t need to have a background in profiling to know being laughed off just added fuel to the fire. Brad wheeled around and hit Scully in the side with a the back of his fist, causing her to fall in shock, though she didn’t scream. He wanted nothing more than to run onto the mat and wring his neck, but he knew Scully would be mad at him for intervening.

By nature, he felt compelled to throw himself into every situation. Being partnered with Scully had been a learning curve for him. When people said that the gender dynamics in opposite-sexed partnerships were tricky to navigate, there was a bit of truth in it. He didn’t find it difficult in the way they acted; like the woman was a liability or that the sexual attraction would be too much, though there was plenty of attraction on his behalf; but it was difficult because he wanted her to know he respected her and he wanted everyone else to do the same.

Sometimes he had to check himself over things he hadn’t given a second thought. Was he explaining something to her that she already knew? Was he being inconsiderate of her personal space? Occasionally they’d be doing something stressful and he’d see her get pale, or she’d get really quiet before reaching in her purse before grabbing a Midol. He worried that he was pushing her too hard when she was on her period and he should be more considerate. Then after he asked himself all these questions, he worried if that would be considered ‘treating her differently’ and he worried if that, in and of itself, was sexist. He didn’t want to make it sound like it was so hard dealing with her womanhood, he just wanted her to know how much he respected and valued that aspect of her.

All too often he had to watch her get dismissed because of her gender, and it infuriated him. Men talking to him as if she wasn’t there, men looking at him while she talked as if asking for silent confirmation she was worth listening to, or men who leered at her with poorly-disguised intentions. It took him awhile to realize what was happening, what this odd behavior was, but as soon as he did he was disgusted. Scully had told him time and time again that they couldn’t react poorly because it would just perpetuate the stereotype women were emotional or sensitive. This often meant he couldn’t react on her behalf when he wanted to.

Like now.

He saw the pain register on Scully’s face for a split second before she masked it. He bent down to lunge at her, but Scully was quicker. She did a sort of somersault in between his legs and pivoted on her butt so she could kick him in his, sending him falling to his knees. Scully took the opportunity immediately by throwing herself on his back, grabbing his arms to pin them behind him.

The crowd started cheering at her impressive moves and he felt another surge of pride well up in him. However, he simply was too strong for her to be able to hold his arms like that. He quickly shucked one free before sending his elbow back harshly. It landed squarely on her chest, clearly knocking the wind out of her. Everyone gasped with her at the absolutely illegal move. Hitting was frowned upon, but throwing elbows and knees was forbidden.

His fists clenched at his sides until he was afraid the skin might tear. The jovial nature of the room fell slightly and he saw some people catch sight of him before immediately leaving. Even they didn’t like where this was heading.

The man wheeled around and initially grabbed one bicep, his meaty hand completely engulfing her arm, while he slid the other hand in between her legs to grab her thigh. He lifted her up into the air with a triumphant smile and Mulder almost ran onto the mat, afraid he was going to toss her onto the ground. Scully, per usual, was one step ahead of him and kicked his ribs with her free leg, doing it with the meat of her thigh instead of her foot as to keep it clean.

Brad yelled in pain and dropped her, but she was able to land on her feet. The relief was short lived as he quickly recovered and used his full weight and both hands to shove her. A cry escaped her involuntarily as she fell onto her hands and knees. A self-satisfied smirk erupted on Brad’s face as he loomed over her, leaning down to grab her arms and pinning them to the mat while shoving his knee in the middle of her back.

It should have ended there.

The rule was, if a person was unable to move for ten seconds, the match should be called. It was clear there was no way for Scully to get her hand back, so he could just stand there and hold her arm while the timer counted down. He didn’t. Everything about this was already too rough for Mulder’s comfort, but then he really crossed the fucking line.

He slid his knee off her back and eased himself down, pinning her with his weight to the mat by simply laying on top of her, moving himself so one hand grabbed her wrist while the other held her shoulder. Mulder couldn’t see Scully at all since the man completely covered her.

But he could hear her. “Get the fuck off me!” He saw Brad’s body rock a few times and he knew Scully was fruitlessly trying to buck him off. Mulder knew she’d be pissed at him, but he’s never been able to control his temper as well as she could and he was furious.

He pushed aside the group of men gawking, stepping up the mat and grabbing the man roughly by the shoulder “She said get off,” he shouted with enough force it seemingly sucked all the other noise out of the room.

Everyone stood in stunned silence as Brad rolled away a little bit to see who was touching him. “Come on, Spooky. We’re just doing a training exercise.”

He barely heard what was said because all he could focus on was the small part of Scully’s frame that was revealed to him. Her hands were pressing against the mat with so much force that he could see the muscles in her forearm straining. He also could see the ugly red imprint of a hand on her bare shoulder where he’d been holding her down.

Mulder raised his foot, pressed it into his side, and pushed him with so much force, he rolled off of Scully and onto his back. Mulder couldn’t even rejoice in Scully’s freedom because the sight in front of him caused the rest of the world to stop and the blood to pound in his ears.

The man had a full-blown erection; he’d been getting turned on from attacking Scully.

Mulder saw red and he felt like his rage was in control of his body. He leaned down, grabbed a fistful of the man’s shirt and punched him so hard in the face that a sickening ‘crack’ resonated in the room. All went silent as Mulder attacked him, landing blow after blow wherever he could.

He didn’t know how long that lasted until he felt a hand rest on his shoulder followed by Scully screaming, “Mulder, stop!” His fist remained in the air as he turned to look at her. She looked scared and worried and he felt ashamed for putting that look on her face.

He shoved him back down and took a few steps away from him. “What the fuck man?” Brad spat, clutching his nose, which was pouring blood over the front of his shirt.

“That wasn’t a sparring match, that was a full blown assault!” Mulder screamed as several men rushed to help him up. From the looks he was getting now, he’d been wrong earlier. He wasn’t Sasquatch invading their domain, he was Godzilla ruining it.

“They were just having a little fun, come on,” one of Brad’s work partners defended.

“If that’s what you think a woman looks like when she’s having fun, I feel bad for your wife,” Mulder seethed.

It looked like there might be another fight until Scully jumped between them. “Just take him out,” she demanded. They regarded her with contempt before she added, “Now!” The room quickly cleared out, accompanied by a series of grumbles and snide remarks. Eventually, the metal doors closed, and they were left alone.

Guilt overwhelmed him and an apology started pouring out of him almost involuntarily, “Scully, I’m so sorry. I was-”

The look of shock on her face as she whirled around stopped him mid-sentence. “Mulder, why would you possibly be sorry. I don’t want to think how far that might have gone if you hadn’t intervened. What could have happened if you weren’t there.”

He’d been so worried that he’d insulted her pride by interrupting, that her confession brought on a new wave of guilt. Had she been waiting for him to step in earlier? Had she laid there on the ground with that guy’s dick grinding against her thinking that her partner was watching and enjoying it at her expense? “I should ha-,” he started, but she interrupted him like she hadn’t heard him in the first place.

“I just feel stupid. I was distracted, so I didn’t realize this guy played dirty,” she sighed.

“No, Scully. It’s not your-”

“It is though. I should have known what he was doing. He was egging me on, implying that it would be impossible for a woman to beat him, and I was just too blinded by my irritation and my desire to prove him wrong.” She sounded thoroughly pissed at herself and she raised a hand to fix her hair, but she stopped to wince.

His overwhelming need to apologize for his actions were superseded by his concern for her well being. “How bad did he hurt you?”

She blew out air in exasperation and shook her head. “I don’t know. I don’t think anything’s really hurt, I’m just sore.”

“May I?” he asked, pointing to her hair. Maybe he didn’t help her in time then, but the least he could do was fix her hair. He was relieved when she nodded, granting him permission.

He raised his hand up and grabbed her elastic band, tugging at it slowly so it came undone without catching or ripping any strands. Her eyes fluttered shut at his touch and he ran his fingers through her hair to get out the tangles. “I’m sorry. I-”

“Mulder, you don’t need to-”

“No, please let me explain.” He looked at her face for a response, but she just remained silent, allowing him to continue. He started gathering her hair up in his hands to redo her ponytail. His actions were a little clunky since he was two decades out of practice. The last time he had done this was for Samantha. “I feel guilty that I hadn’t stopped him sooner. I just didn’t want it to look like, or for you to think I was implying, that since you were a woman you needed a man to save you. I was scared you would think it was implying I didn’t think you could handle it, or that you don’t know your limits.”

He paused, trying to gauge a response, but she hadn’t moved. “It just-bothers me. And don’t take this the wrong way, I’ve seen you take down guys bigger than him with ease, but I didn’t like that he was using how tiny you are to assert dominance over you. With the mindset he was in, there was no chance for you to win fairly. And then when I saw he was-” Mulder trailed off, almost unable to voice the words.

“Getting off on my distress?” Scully finished, disgust evident in her tone.

“Yeah,” he mumbled. “I just got overwhelmingly protective. I didn’t want you to be mad at me for being, as you put it, ‘territorial.’ Now I realize it might have looked to you like I was just sitting back and enjoying it like the others, and I-”

“No,” she asserted, turning around as soon as he wrapped the band taut one final time. “I would never lump you in with them.”

The conviction that was in her tone and written on her face gave him a sense of pride. Almost like if she believed he was a good man, then it must have been a fact. “Mulder, you’ve never treated me as weak or less than even when I was thinking it myself.” To him, she was impenetrable, a force of strength that blew him away. His heart hurt that she would ever think any less. “I know we haven’t known each other for very long, but I trust you implicitly. Please never question that.”

He smiled at her words and gently pulled her into a hug, happy when he felt her return the embrace. He nuzzled his chin into the crown of her head before placing a kiss to her hair. She pressed her cheek into his chest and gave a little content sigh.

It was clear then, and it’d be clear for the next twenty-five years; it didn’t matter how many blows they would take, they’d always be there for each other.

[vamprnce]

Cold Night's

Prompt: What if in SR3 Chris had a dream that Johnny came back? Only to wake up and remember he’s gone?

I kinda wrote this as if Johnny was still alive in his dream?? ig that's the same thing,, it has a slight ref to the beginning to srtt also when boss says it'll be fun to rob a bank in 2, also Moni makes an appearance! srtt is super angsty I love it

He checked his phone at least a hundred times that night at the bar. Chris sat at the counter waiting for Monica to show up. He's been depressed lately and Moni decided to take him out for some fun. But he just sat waiting for her ass to finally show up. He checked his phone one more time before retreating it back in his jacket pocket. Gulping the rest of his whiskey, he slammed down the shot glass on counter top and stood to go play pool.

A few minutes in the game Moni crashed through the front door abruptly. "The fuck is up, bitches!?" Moni exclaims loudly to the whole bar swinging her arms up, making to crowd cheer and clap for her presence. Chris and Moni were regulars at the Broken Shillelagh now, it was their spot. Mostly to get wasted and play pool, which is exactly what was planned.

Chris stood on the side of the table as she walked up towards him and stood on the other side. He leaned his body over the table to get close to her with the most unamused look plastered on his face. "The fuck were you at?" He says frowning. She sighed and put one hand on the edge of the table, rolling one of the balls around with her finger tip.

"Look I'm sorry I'm late, Shaundi and Pierce were arguing about some shit then dragged me in it. I wouldn't have cared but it really looked like Shaundi was gonna murder someone." She explains with a laugh, Chris looked at her with arms crossed his chest, still looking unamused. He wouldn't have got annoyed at her for being late but she also never called. "Stop making that face, I said I'm sorry!" Moni said with the most apologetic look on her face.

He shook his head and laughed thinking about the scene she described to him. Those kids never change. "Whatever, you're here now. Wanna do some shots?" He says smirking and pointing at the bar over his shoulder. "Shit yeah!" She excitedly agrees. They both stride over to the bar and Chris ordered a round of shots for the night.

With all the shit that's happened he hasn't been the same. The toll on him of Johnny's death was high and left him in ruins. Moni felt the same way but she can see how much more he missed Johnny, they were inseparable and never away from each other. It hurts to see how miserable he's been about it, even he acts like he's not. Getting him out and distracting him seemed the best option she can take since he refuses to be open and talk about it.

They both sat at the bar and chatted. Moni raised her glass smiling, Chris raised his too clinking both their glasses together. The night was going well so far, shots were downed and drunk laughter loudly filled the bar. They stayed there until a little after 1 am, both heavily drunk but still managed to stumble to Monica's car. It would've been smarter to take a cab but both of their judgement was impaired.

She slid in the driver's seat as Chris collapsed in the passengers giggling. Starting up the car and pulling out into the road she decided to go the penthouse since it was more closer. On the way there they joked around. "Oh my god, you... you remember when first met? Fuckin' out here shaking your ass around on top of the bar at Pussies." She laughing her ass off trying to drive straight, they were close to the apartment. She looked over when she didn't hear Chris laughing with her and saw him slumped way down in the seat passed out. She laughs and shakes her head.

They arrived safely at the penthouse and she was left to drag him all the way up upstairs. She put an arm around him for support and help him to the elevator, getting to the top floor she drags him inside the apartment to couch. He basically fell on top of it. Moni stayed for the night but retreated to one of the spare rooms. Chris eventually left alone passed out on the couch.

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There was shooting and cops everywhere. It was a messy plan to begin with but impulsive. "Hey let's go rob someone, no! A bank, yeah, a fuckin' bank!" Chris says eye wide and filled with excitement, he grabbed at Johnny's arm as they were driving around. He looked like a five year old in a candy shop. "We get to cause some chaos? I'm not in if we don't blown up the bank." Johnny muses.

"Bitch, we blowing up the bank and the cops then run with all the cash. By the time they get us we'll be on our own island somewhere." Chris was smiling wide. "We doin' this?"

"How can I say no to blowing up cops and an island?" Johnny says smiling and fist bumping him over the plan.

Suddenly they were already at a huge bank, probably loaded with cash maybe billions. Everything went fast, guns were drawn and a warning shot rang through the building, making everyone startled and instantly drop down to the floor cowering.

Chris drawn the rifle at the teller telling them to hurry up. Bags of cash was handed over. There was so many, he couldn't even imagine how much these were worth. He looked over at Johnny and saw how phenomenal he looked right now, all seriousness on his face and body posture all while pointing his gun at everyone. If he wasn't robbing a bank right now he'd stand there and stare at him all day. He was so mesmerising.

The cops came shortly and they were already running out to the car, money and all. The building was surrounded and more shots rang out. They were now in a fire fight with the cops and his adrenaline was rushing through him. Both Johnny and him took cover by their car. "You better promise me that damn island." Johnny says, he was still smiling as he shot back at some cops.

Chris couldn't say anything, he just kept staring at him while he was shooting. It felt like he was frozen in time. He didn't care about the cops anymore he just loved witnessing Johnny in action, it made him feel alive. A feeling like butterflies filled his stomach, he loved it, he didn't want it to end. Loud noises rang out making him snap out of the weird trance he slipped into.

"Yo, we should get going." Johnny says abruptly. "Why'd mean, we can smoke all these assholes. I ain't done yet." Chris furrows his brows starting to shoot back now. Why leave? It was starting to get good now. He wasn't even close to running out of ammo yet and it seemed like endless supply of cops were pouring out of nowhere.

"We should go."

"Why do keep sayin--" Chris started to ask but some how they were already in the car on the highway. The cops were still chasing them when he looked behind him, the bags were in the backseat too. "What the?" He mutters to himself. He didn't have time to question anything. A cop sped up next to their car trying their best to shoot them out. Killing the driver was easy from him, the cop car stopped abruptly making a domino effect with the other cops tailing them.

It looked like the coast was clear. They speed down the highway to who knows where. Chris laughed, a laugh that sounded genuine and happy. He is happy, he felt amazing causing havoc with Johnny. It's everything he wanted, just to see him in his nature. "You see that Johnny, that was sick!" Chris hollers, raising his arm out to him for a high five.

Johnny smiles and high fives back. "Where we heading to now, Johnny?" Chris asks, but he doesn't get an answer. "Johnny?"

Everything went white and fuzzy.

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"Johnny!"

Eyes snapped open and he sat up quickly. He was panting and eyes wide, anxiety stirring inside him. He looked around and saw he was on the living room floor. He sighed deeply, crossing his legs and putting his head in his hands. It was just a dream but it seemed real enough. He was alive and he was beautiful.

All the good feelings were snatched away quickly as reality set in, Johnny wasn't alive and he wasn't here with him. It's something he hated deeply waking up to. He just sat there on the floor alone, and he felt it strongly. God, if he could dragged him back to earth right now, he would do anything to make that happen. Just to have his best friend and his only love back at his side, to have him alive and breathing. To have him wreck this city to the ground with him.

His heart ached and it made his chest hurt, it was indescribable. Thinking back to the smile Johnny had in the dream made it a thousand times worse. He hugged one of his legs and rest his chin on his knee, feeling so horrible and empty he tried his hardest not cry. He's tired of crying over his friends, tired of grieving.

Exhaling a shaky breathe he climbed on to the couch. He laid there staring up at nothing, he didn't want to think of anything.

He didn't fall back asleep.

[welllpthisishappening]

Listen. Life is stressful. The Rangers finally play hockey again tonight. All-Star weekend was basically just a never-ending stream of me having feelings about hockey players and kids and it can only be expected that I translate all those feelings into words about Matthew Jones playing his first organized hockey game. Obviously. 

He’d always had equipment.

Emma was certain there were more sticks in their apartment than the equipment room at the Garden and they went through a whole phase when he was two and a half where he resolutely refused to take Killian’s helmet off. The chin strap always fell down to his chest.

It was absurd.

She had, at least, forty-seven pictures of it on her phone. Ruby might have had fifty-seven. Because Matt had grown up wearing hockey equipment and none of it had ever particularly fit, but that was all changing and Emma couldn’t quite wrap her mind around the idea of him playing a game.

“It’s not really a game, Swan,” Killian had promised, several weeks and a mountain of paperwork earlier. “It’s…just kind of gliding around the ice while holding onto a stick. Honestly, the refs have to redirect the kids to make sure they don’t collide into the boards.”

She hadn’t entirely appreciated the use of the word collide in that sentence.

Or the idea that Matt was going to glide anywhere. His balance on the ice was already kind of offensive, all things considered. Emma really hated being the only one who ever wobbled slightly.

“Mom!”

Emma snapped her head around, eyebrows flying into her hairline and he already had gloves on. She should not have been surprised.

“Kid,” she sighed, shaking her head with something that absolutely was not frustration. “What did we say about just grabbing stuff off the walls? This is not the Garden.”

“Kris lets me!”

“I know, but this is a real-life store with real-life stuff that we really have to buy. We’re not just yanking on gloves.”

Matt scowled, a twist of lips and scrunch of his nose that was a little weird to see on his face when Emma was so used to feeling it on her face and they were behind schedule. Always. And indefinitely.

It wasn’t the season yet, technically, but there was a pre involved and that meant events and plans and games and there’d been plenty of lip twisting when Matt realized Killian wasn’t going to be the one to take him shopping for equipment.

Only a few hours removed from his first-ever hockey game. Kind of.

The refs absolutely were not going to have to direct him away from the boards.

“Nuh uh,” Emma muttered. “No faces. It’s not going to work.”

He made the face harder. Or something. Emma refused to be responsible for the lack of structure in her sentence. She was having several different moments at once – some kind of mom thing and the passage of time and a Garden of Dreams event in two days that Mulan inexplicably couldn’t photograph and her spine kind of felt like it was being twisted in two, but that probably had something to do with another kid at home who resolutely refused to sleep through the night.

Still.

They needed to find a stick.

“You know you can’t actually use a real stick,” Emma said, taking another step forward to tug the hat further down Matt’s head when it threatened to fall onto the floor.

His jaw dropped. “What?”

“It’s got to be the right size, Mattie. You knew that. Dad told you that this morning.”

She was kind of worried his face was going to get stuck like that. Legitimately, not even in an old wives, having some kind of mom moment way. “Yeah,” Matt grumbled, twisting on the balls of his feet and he did that all the time, like he was trying to dig the blades of his skates into ice that wasn’t actually there.

He always wanted to be on the ice.

“It’ll be easier to score.”

That got a slightly different twist of lips out of him – a full-blown smile that never failed to make Emma’s heart sputter and she almost forgot about the state of her ankles. “I’m going to score. Like Dad.”

“I know you are, kid.”

“Can I get two sticks?”

“What would you need two sticks for?”

Matt looked at her – straight faced and far too serious and Emma had to bite the inside of her lip to stop herself from making some kind of spectacle in a sports equipment store a few blocks away from the Garden. “I shoot hard, Mom.”

She laughed. She couldn’t help it.

“Oh, of course, of course. You planning on taking a lot of slap shots, then?”

He shrugged and the hat was a lost cause. Emma could dimly make out the shadow of a store worker lurking somewhere between the t-shirt racks next to her, probably wondering when to make his move or ask Matt to take off the gloves they were absolutely going to have to buy.

“Dad and I practiced.”

Eventually, Emma was sure, it would stop – whatever her entire soul did at the idea that her husband and her kid practiced slap shots from the blue line or wristers from the far face-off circle, but part of her was positive it wouldn’t and the other part of her hoped it never did and they were going to be cutting it very close to puck drop. They’d had skate in Tarrytown that morning.

“You’ve got to go backhand then,” Emma said, crouching down without thinking much about it and her back didn’t entirely appreciate it. Killian would have lost his mind.

Matt jumped up, arms around her neck and face buried in the crook of her shoulder. “Yeah, yeah, yeah,” he chanted, shouting the words into her ear. They were definitely causing a spectacle. “Screen the goalie!”

“Exactly.”

She leaned back, doing her best to keep her balance, even when the wasn’t ice involved, and pressed a kiss to her kid’s cheek – only to have that same kid look vaguely scandalized by it. “Mom,” Matt groaned. “You can’t do that!”

“Why not?”

“‘Cuz! It’s…I’ve got to be ready!”

“For the game?”

“Yeah,” he said, an impressive impression of Killian several hours before puck drop and Emma was only a little worried how she was gong to survive the rest of the day.

“Right, right. I’m sorry, Mattie. Let’s not get distracted. You going to get those gloves?”

“And skates!”

“You have skates already.”

The store worker had found his moment. “Excuse me, were you two looking for new skates?”

Emma clicked her tongue, eyes falling shut because she’d already lost a battle she wasn’t all that intent on fighting and new skates a few hours before a game were a disaster waiting to happen. “Yeah,” Matt shouted, jumping back again. “Like my dad’s!”

“Your dad skate a lot?”

“He is now.”

The worker hummed, lower lip gusted out slightly when he nodded and Emma pinched the bridge of her nose. She hadn’t opened her eyes yet. “That so?” the guy asked, his name was probably Todd or something. “He play some kind of pick-up league?”

Matt’s eyes widened, looking as if he were preparing to drop the gloves Emma still wasn’t sure fit right. “No,” he snapped. “At practice! They’ve got a game tomorrow!”

Todd – God, Emma hoped his name wasn’t Todd – nodded again, and Matt gaped at her, seemingly stunned that every single person in the entire world was not intrinsically aware that he believed Killian Jones to be the greatest hockey player in the history of modern sports.

“Tell you what, Mattie,” she said. “We’ll get new skates, but you can’t wear ‘em today, ok? You’re going to hurt your feet. So you wear the old ones today, then you can try out the new ones when you go to practice with Dad later in the week. Deal?”

Matt considered that for a moment – like he had any real choice in the matter – nodding brusquely, another Killian-like movement that was messing with Emma’s mind. “Ok.”

“Ok.”

They got two sticks. There wasn’t really much choice in that either, and Emma didn’t have to do much convincing to get Matt to pose with all his equipment, sending texts to half a dozen different numbers and several group messages.

It took Killian less than three minutes to text back.

He’s going to wreck ‘em all, love.

That’s the parental support we’re looking for, obviously.

He get two sticks out of you?

How did you know that?

Give me some credit. Also you’re an equipment pushover and Kristoff told me he already asked him earlier this week.

It doesn’t count when you’ve got insider information.

I’m simply using my resources when available. Tell him we’re going into film now. I’ll leave early if I have to.

Don’t tell Arthur that.

Arthur can deal. I’ll be there for first shift.

And she wasn’t really surprised that there was no mom’ing before he went into the locker room – Matt making faces and holding his stick over his shoulder, a move Emma was fairly certain she’d seen Will do a few weeks before – but it still made her heart twist uncomfortably and the heels that echoed in the hallway were almost expected.

“He’s going to score twenty-two goals,” Ruby said, no trace of sarcasm in her voice.

Mary Margaret laughed softly, Leo on her hip and slight bags under her eyes. They’d made a sign. “Twenty-two seems kind of high, don’t you think?”

“Twenty,” Emma corrected. Her voice caught. That was ridiculous. She was totally going to blame the no sleeping thing. “So he could match Killian.”

“Oh, that’s super dumb,” Ruby muttered. She sniffled.

Leo appeared to have fallen asleep.

Emma nodded. “Yeah, it is. You didn’t tell him, right?”

“They’re not here yet.”

“What?”

“It’s fine, Em,” Mary Margaret promised. “A’s on some kind of warpath claiming seats and I think she and some mom from the East side were getting ready to stare at each other until one of them just turned to stone.”

“Regina’s giving lessons,” Ruby added with a smile, and she was doing an awful job of pretending she wasn’t crying too. “Also, Roland and Henry are just draping themselves across seats. It’s absurd.”

Emma scoffed, a breath of air and nerves and she wasn’t really worried about Matt playing, but this was the first time it was ever going to be official and—

“Are we late?”

She snapped her head up, another absurd sound because Killian looked genuinely terrified and both Will and Robin were very clearly out of breath behind him. Emma shook her head. “How did you get here so fast?”

“Cap, like…willed the driver her with his mind,” Will muttered, leaning against the nearest wall with his arm wrapped around his middle. “God, I think I’m dying.”

“You’re not dying,” Robin promised. “But also not lying. We were pretty positive he was going to get out and walk on the Cross Bronx at one point.”

Emma couldn’t stop blinking. “That sounds really dangerous.”

“I didn’t actually do it, Swan,” Killian muttered, fingers finding hers almost as soon as he stepped in her space. “Are there seats? Is that a sign, Lucas?”

Ruby nodded. “Yes and yes. You going to be embarrassing all game?”

“Yes, absolutely.”

“Ah, well at least your honest about it.”

Strictly speaking, they were all pretty embarrassing. There was shouting and cheering as soon as the team wobbled out onto the ice while other parents cast cautious glances their direction – Roland and Henry standing on seats at that point with their arms thrust up and Ariel got some pretty good air on her jumps as soon as she saw Dylan, standing next to Matt on the blue line.

They were on the same line.

Killian squeezed Emma’s hand. He’d never actually let go.

“He guarantee a goal?”

Emma grinned. “Just wait.”

And the reaction was almost as good as she expected it to be, in that it was ten-thousand times better than she expected it to be, Killian’s gasp audible even over all their ridiculous cheering because Matt turned, moving towards the face-off circle with a twenty plastered across his back and gloves that, finally, fit and—

“Oh, damn,” Killian breathed, a hitch in his voice that made Emma bite her lip.

Mary Margaret took a picture.

“His idea,” Emma whispered. “I think he had to challenge some other kid for it. But he told said other kid, in no uncertain terms, that’s my number and well, that was that.”

“That was that, huh?”

“That was that.”

Killian exhaled, a quick kiss pressed to Emma’s temple and it only took three shifts for Matt to score. On a pass from Dylan. Backhand.

They didn’t play a full game – they were little kids and it wasn’t really a game, no final score or stats or plus-minus, but Emma knew Matt didn’t care about any of that and she was almost prepared for the blur that sprinted out of the locker room several hours later.

“Mom! Dad! Mom! Dad! Mo-dad-mom! Mom! Mom!”

“Articulate kid,” Ruby laughed, winking at Emma as soon as Matt launched himself at Killian. He grunted, stumbling back slightly, but his arm worked around their kid and there were far too many limbs already wrapped around Killian for falling to be any kind of legitimate threat.

“Slow down, kid,” Killian muttered. “Where’s your equipment?”

“In the room. Dad, Dad, Dad, did you see!”

“The goal?” Matt nodded, a quick jerk of his head that was more dangerous than any of his limbs. “The quickest wrists I’ve ever seen.”

Matt beamed. There was no other word for it. And Emma’s heart might have exploded. God, she hoped not.

She hoped Todd from the sports equipment store worked on commission. They bought so much equipment.

They weren’t going to have to move so could Peggy could get her own room, just so they could store all of Matt’s hockey sticks.

“And,” Killian added. “Looked pretty great in that uniform. But, hey, how come you weren’t smiling in that picture Mom took?”

Matt blinked, confusion settling on his features for a second before he twisted in Killian’s hold and—“You guys always have tough faces in your pictures. I thought that’s what I had to do.”

“Oh my God,” Emma mumbled, leaning back against Ruby. She hooked her chin over her shoulder, another sniffle and more smiles and Leo had slept through the whole game.

Killian nodded, holding Matt tighter against his chest. “Yeah, kid, that’s exactly what you’re supposed to do.”

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Family Found Part 30: Challenge Accepted

Some of the last pieces for Clash of Champions are put into place. The Reader wants Dean to help her out with a little experiment she’s running.

Warnings/Promises: wrestling violence

Word Count: 2080

Total Word Count So Far: 89,730

Note: Or as I like to call this chapter, ‘poke the title week’! I do it way too much in this chapter, but I feel like it’s the best way to rile someone up. Who doesn’t dislike getting poked? And I have a total count for the chapters! There’s going to be 50, so we’re over half-way through! If you’ve been enjoying the series, please let me know with a comment or a message sent to my inbox. I’d greatly appreciate knowing your favorite bits. Have fun reading this chapter too!

Part 1: Welcome to the Team

Part 29: A Dangerous Road

Monday Night Raw – December 3, 2018

Balor Club welcomed their leader as he made his way to the ring. Finn made sure to lean deep on the ropes, showing off his red and gold championship. Then he stepped through the ropes and accepted a mic.

“Last week was… interrestin’.” He started. “And Seth, I bet you have to agree. So why don’t you get out here so we can talk about it?” Waiting patiently, he smiled as the crowd cheered ‘burn it down’ and may have joined them. Just a little bit.

Seth strutted into the ring with a smile. “What’s there to talk about, Finn? We were doing what we do best, fighting to be the best man, and then our, uh,” he rubbed the back of his head, “our partners decided to flip the play.”

“That’s what I wanted to talk to you about,” Finn said. “They tried us, then we continued to do what we do best, and be the workhorses of this company. The best men. The ones worthy of the gold we carry. ”

Smirking, Seth had to agree. “We did good. Heaven forbid we ever get the tag titles in our sights. Or, sorry Balor, hell forbid.” But he shook his head. “Don’t let last week go to your head. We may be friends, but come Clash of Champions, we will be opponents.”

“I wouldn’ want it any other way.”

They both paused, looking each other over. Somewhere, someone tried to start a ‘hug it out’ chant, but it didn’t have the chance to run as Finn raised his microphone to his lips.

“I would have beaten you.”

Seth shook his head. “Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

“It’s not my sleep you should be worried about.” Finn circled him. “I have a feelin’ I’m not the one tossin’ and turnin’ because of how close some of those counts got. You may be the Intercontinental Champ ‘round here,” he stopped. Seth turned around to face him, flinching as Finn tapped the title on his shoulder, “but I’m the Universal Champ. The people’s champion. And I bet t’at just eats you up inside. Knowin’ I am more worthy of this title than you will ever be. T’at’s what I wanted to tell you. See ya at Clash of Champions.”

He nodded on last time, then stepped through the ropes, leaving Seth behind and not turning his back until he was up the ramp.

***

The next round of the women’s tag team tournament was the first official match of the night. Mickie and Alicia came out to the ring, ready to throw down and win their spot at Clash of Champions. Alexa Bliss came with them, dressed in a sharp suit to be their ring-side accompaniment. Bayley came out next. She laughed to see Alicia already mocking Rhonda’s punch-n’-bounce. But Rhonda Rousey music didn’t hit. Sasha Banks’s did.

“What!” Corey shouted. “How can Bayley trust her? After all the times Sasha has stabbed her in the back.”

Renee took over while he sputtered. “Maybe that’s why this could work. Bayley isn’t going to give second chances, and Sasha’s not going to be preoccupied with coming up with a back-stabbing plan. No plotting or looking over their shoulders. Just the goal at hand.” She hummed. “It might just work.”

They continued to debate the ability of Bayley and Sasha as their opponents did everything they could to break them apart. But the trio was so focused on distracting them, that they were distracted themselves. The friend-hate duo played into every trick, but in such a way that drained Alicia and Mickie. By the time the women realized it, Bayley had flipped Mickie out of the way with a Bayley to Belly, and Sasha had Alicia locked in a Bank Statement. Alexa couldn’t get into the ring in time to keep her from tapping.

Standing on either side of the ref while he raised their hands, they gave each other guarded smiles. The plan had worked… this time.

***

Backstage, Seth spoke to a techie, who pointed further down the hallway. “Thanks. Ambrose!” He quickened his steps to catch up to Dean. “Hey, man, do you know where your cousin is? She wasn’t in her office and I need to ask a favor.”

Dean finished off taping his hands. “She was coming back from a situation in catering.” He smirked. “Finn got under your skin again, didn’t he?”

“No.” Seth fiddled with his wrist straps. “Fine. Maybe. But I’m just as deserving of the Universal as he is and just as much of a people’s choice.”

“Alright, alright!” Dean held his hands up in defense, chuckling when Seth’s shoulders deflated.

“Sorry.” He looked Dean up and down. “What are your plans for Clash of Champions?”

He ran his tongue over his lips and tilted his head. “Dunno. Might just sit back and watch this one. Maybe I’ll text Renee notes on her commentary. Maybe… I’ll pay you and Finn a visit during your match. Haven’t held the Universal yet… and I’d love to have my Intercontinental back.”

Seth stepped back from Dean’s fingers ready to tap at the belt. “Don’t you dare,” he said with a grin. “We’d both kick your ass.”

“Ha, assuming I wouldn’t kick both of yours.” He shook his head. “But weren’t you looking for the other Ambrose?” He punched at Seth’s unoccupied shoulder, then twisted away, leaving Seth to once again stand alone.

***

As the runners-up for the guy’s tag team number one contenders, the B-Team had challenged the Revival. They wanted to prove that they could win on their own, and then take care of any distractions that might come up. The Revival was more than happy to answer the call, and they kept the B-Team on their toes. The longer the match went on, the more the Revival noticed something. If Curtis was in the ring, Bo was reaching for a tag. He was watching the ramp and the back of the ring. And vise versa.

Neither was paying much attention to their present opponents.

It cost them the match. Dash and Wilder rolled their victims out of the ring so they could have their arms raised in an empty ring.

***

Charly Caruso rounded a corner and almost bumped into her next interviewee. “Braun, sorry. Um, could you tell us why you’ve joined up with the man we used to know as Bray Wyatt? You’ve been a dominant figure here on Monday Night Raw. What do you gain by teaming up with Dr. M?” She held up her microphone, patiently waiting while he thought over his answer.

He gently took the mic from her so she didn’t have to reach. “For the past several months, my goals have been just out of my reach.” He crossed his arms, one giant elbow wrapped in a black bandage. “My best, my rage, it hasn’t been enough. Even though it got me so close. Now I’m a tag team champion.”

Charly nodded and moved to take her mic, but he held it up out of reach. She motioned for him to continue.

“Bray or Dr. M, he’s… healed whatever problems I’ve had focusing on how to get what I want. I’ve got another goal in mind. And I know he’s going to help me get that one to. In time.” He finally returned Charly’s equipment, then continued on his way.

***

“You want this.” Natalya watched herself on the Titontron standing toe to toe with Nia from last week.  “And you know what, I want to see you try. Next week. I’ll see you there, and I’ll see you fail.”  The video ended and Natalya focused her attention to the stage. “Well, Nia. I’m here. You want this?” She nudged her shoulder, raising the title. “Then come out here and get it.”

A minute later, Nia did just that. When the bell rang, they circled each other. They both froze as Ember Moon’s music sounded, and she walked out onto the stage. She made a show of walking just to the top of the ramp, then turning back towards the announce table and joining them. “Hey Corey, Cole, Renee. Thought I’d drop in and give my input on this match, if that’s alright?”

In the ring, the women went back to fighting each other. Nia had a height and strength advantage, but Natalya had the champion’s advantage. She dodged most of Nia’s attacks. And she rolled out of the ring, making the other woman fume and rage.

“Are you worried about this match at all,” Corey asked. “Nia’s got this opportunity because she and Tamina beat you and Dana last week.”

“Nope. Not one bit. “I may not have made it into the tag title match at Clash of Champions, but I am still going to have a title before the year is out. I don’t care if I have to beat Nia or Natalya for it.”

Natalya moved out of the way at the last second, making Nia run into a set of steel steps. She rolled back in the ring and motioned for the ref to count. By nine and a half, Nia was just getting to her feet. He made it to ten before she could reach for the ropes. They glared at each other as Natalya accepted her title from the ref.

As Nia went up the ramp to leave the arena, Ember passed by and gave her a little wave and a smile. Ember joined Natalya at the ropes, the champion not giving her the room to even enter the ring. No matter. She shrugged and lightly ran her fingers down the red and white belt.

“Clash of Champions. I’ll see you there.” Then she hopped off the apron and left with her head held high.

***

Dean bounced into your office and waited a second for you to finish an email. “Did Seth find you?”

“Yes he did, and I was able to help.” You shrugged. “And Jose found you, so I could talk to you too.”

He smiled, then clapped his hands so he could rub them together. “Who you got for me this week, Ladybug?”

“Well… are you okay with being a guinea pig?”

He stepped back and squinted at you, unsure. “Sure.”

“Great. You have a match with Drew McIntyre tonight.” Before your sentence was finished, Dean had cocked his head and leaned towards you.

“What’s the catch?”

With a deep breath, you bit back a grin. “I want you to push his buttons. Can you do that?”

Dean grinned for you. “Hell yeah, I can.”

“Win, and there’ll be a surprise for you next week.” You giggled as his eyebrows shot up.

“Oh?” He rolled his shoulders back and forth. Wiggling, even though he always said he doesn’t wiggle.  “And what would that be?”

“I can’t tell you, or it wouldn’t be a surprise.” You scoffed, “don’t you trust me?”

“It comes and goes.” You both laughed. Dean patted your shoulder before heading out.

***

He did all that you needed and more. If there was one thing that Ambroses were the best at, it was poking the proverbial bear. Dean just had the fighting skill to back it up. And the forethought to do it when the ref wasn’t looking.

This bothered Drew McIntyre to no end. He tried moving faster, hitting harder. But each time, Dean got right back up and did it all over again like only he could. The ref had to pull the Scottish Psychopath away from the ropes where Dean had dodged out. Behind his back and right into Drew’s glare, Dean smirked.

“Not all that without Dolph doing the dirty work for ya, huh?” He rolled completely out of the ring before Drew could swing a punch. He ran as he was chased and slid back into the ring. Drew tried to follow, but Dean left again, circling the other way, much to the amusement of the crowd. But Drew didn’t take the hint and had a chair ready for him as Dean came around the corner.

Before the first hit even landed, the referee was calling for the disqualification and naming Dean the winner of the match. Once the bell had rung, Dean turned on his own dark side and beat Drew down to the mat surrounding the ring.

“How’s that for pushing buttons?” he asked, walking backward away from the ring.

   Part 31: Sending a Message

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Types of Kisses: Conor Maynard

So there was a post a long time ago about the types of kisses. I took the prompt and I wrote a few. Obviously here’s the one I wrote for Conor! Remember to like and give feedback if you enjoyed 💕💕

(Thank you to the original person who posted the prompt!!)

1. Post Break Up Kiss - The kiss that catches both of you off guard, but says I miss you, I'm sorry and please love me again all at once without any words being spoken.

I glared at Joe as Conor and Jack walked in to his lounge. "I'll be heading out." I muttered before I got up and slid on my shoes. "Don't be childish." Conor muttered as he walked past. Jack and Joe watched as I laughed at what Conor said, "Funny coming from you." He turned and looked at me before he gave a sarcastic chuckle. Somehow we migrated closer before he was centimetres from me, "Don't be a fuckin' child, stay for a while." I felt little bolts of electricity tingle through my fingers before I cupped his face in my hands and he pulled me close. Our lips moved together in a mesh of, "I'm sorry and I love you" before I pulled back and looked at him with hooded eyes. He cracked a smile before his lips brushed mine, "I always did have the hardest time keeping my hands to myself when it came to you."

2. Early Morning Kiss - A kiss that's a wake up call, its barely even lips touching, more like they're kissing your chin because they're so tired in the early morning haze.

I grunted as I felt a small movement from Conor beside me. He rolled closer to me until his head was on my chest and pressed to my neck. I wrapped my arms around him before I played with his hair, my eyes still closed as I neglected to wake up. He moved up slightly and left a small kiss against my chin before he mumbled, "Good morning, love." I grunted in response before I pressed my face against his neck as we rolled so I was now on top of him. I stretched and kissed the corner of his mouth before I cracked my eyes open and locked eyes with him. He gave me a sleepy smile before he rubbed my back. I leaned down and gave him a proper kiss before the door opened and Josh groaned at our state, "Nasty!" He yelled before he left. We shared quiet giggles before we shared another sluggish kiss.

3. Hesitant Kiss - The type of kiss where their lips brush against each other's a few times, breath fanning across each other's faces as one waits for the other to make a move.

"I love you." I stopped cutting vegetables and I looked up. The boys stilled in the living room as I looked at Conor. "I love you so much it actually hurts to see you in pain." I dropped the knife on the cutting board before I wiped off my hands. He made his way over to me, "Say something, I beg." I looked up at him, my eyes quickly falling to his lips before I leaned up and kissed him. I pulled back as our lips continued to touch, our breaths mixed as his hands landed on my hips and he watched me, they were all watching me before I smiled. "I love you too, Conor."

4. In The Moment Kiss - Maybe it's in the middle of an argument or you just looked to damn beautiful not to kiss, but their lips were hot against yours and it felt too good to stop.

"You can't just fucking leave me here and expect me to be okay with this. This constant going out and ignoring me. What about me Conor?" I asked as my chest heaved, keeping the tears at bay. "It's always been you! There's no one else!" He said as he glared at me, I shook my head. "Make me believe you. Make me feel it in here." I whispered as I hit my chest over my heart. He took a few strides until he was right in front of me. "Make me believe I'm the only one." I said softly. He pulled my face to his before he backed me up against the wall. His palms were against my ass as he pushed us closer than I imagined possible. Our teeth clashed and lips were bitten, hair was disheveled, and breaths were lost but when he pulled away, I knew. I knew Conor loved me.

5. Can't Let Go Yet Kiss - The type of goodbye kiss when you keep leaving quick pecks on each other's lips, but end up pulling each other back for more, which could go on for hours if one of you don't finally pull away.

"I can't believe you're leaving, mate." Mikey muttered. I stood quietly to the side as I listened to Conor. "It's just for three months." I snorted before I turned and left the room. I heard soft voices but I ignored them before I went and got a drink from the kitchen. When I turned around, Conor leaned against the door frame and stared at me. "I love you, you know, and three months is too long." I whispered, he looked down at the floor before he pushed off the frame and walked towards me. "Three months is a lot better than three years. I'll be back. I'll always come back for you. I love you too." My lips turned up before I shook my head, "It just sucks. Who's arms am I supposed to wake up in whilst you're gone?" He chuckled and leaned down to kiss me. I placed my hands on his shoulders as he pulled away. I didn't let him get far before I pressed a few more kisses to his lips and down his jaw. He looked up at the ceiling as I peppered his skin with my love. I moved away but he shook his head before I was drawn back into his embrace and he kissed me in a series of kisses before he spoke against my lips, "Come with me." I shook my head before I frowned, "I can't. I can't just leave like that. I'll miss you." He nodded as he swallowed thickly, "I'll miss you more." I shook my head before I kissed him again, "I'm heading home so you can go out and  get drinks with the boys." He frowned but nodded before we shared our last kiss for three months.

6. Empty Kiss - When one of you don't kiss back, just the stoic feeling of their lips on yours, it's empty, like no one even cares anymore.

"I never stopped trying for us. I'll never stop. I love you." I whispered. He cast his eyes to the floor before I felt the tears drip off my chin. I nodded and wiped my eyes before I started to pack my bag again. He stood there as watched as I sobbed into my bag. Everything I had ever had here I threw in before I pushed it down on the bed and zipped it up. I wiped my eyes with my sleeves. I looked over at him before I pulled my bag off the bed and started to walk out. I stopped in front of him before I placed an empty kiss on his lips. He stood motionless as I licked my lips after and I walked out of his room. I walked down the stairs and out the door before I shut it quietly. It was after the door clicked shut that the tears started to pour and I made my way home.

7. Unbreakable Kiss - The type of kiss that really shouldn't be happening, it's a mistake, but you just can't find yourself able to pull away.

I smiled at my boyfriend before I walked to the bar and got another drink. I felt a body beside mine and I looked up to see Conor, "Hey love! So nice to see you." I smiled before I hugged him, "Hey Con!" He ordered a drink before he looked back at me, "Can I talk to you? Privately?" I nodded before I got my drink and we walked towards the bathrooms. I looked at him and he downed his drink before he leaned down and kissed me. My eyes widened and I put my hands on his chest before I almost pushed him away. Instead I tugged him closer and eased my hands into his jacket, scratching his chest as he tipped my head farther back and we continued to kiss in the dimly lit hallway. I pulled away and caught my breath before we shared the same look and I pulled him back to me.

8. Breathtaking Kiss - It's the kiss that you can't do anything for a few seconds after, you keep your eyes closed with mouth agape of you try to let your mind process what happened.

I felt his lips against mine before I could register. My breath hitched and I slowly eased my palms against his chest. His fingers delicately cradled my cheeks as he tipped my head back and moved his mouth against mine. The boys watched in utter shock as he pulled back from me, a string of spit connected our lips until it broke when he stepped from my embrace. I moved my mouth but no words came out. I heard Josh giggle as Conor smiled before he pulled me in for another breath taking kiss. My hands bunched his denim jacket as I breathed in his cologne.

9. Distracting Kiss - When you are competing, maybe playing video games or something so you press kisses anywhere available; arms, nose, knees, ears, knuckles, temple, just anywhere to distract them.

"Come on. Seriously? How!" Conor groaned as I beat him at Fifa. I giggled before we started again. I was about to shoot when Conor put his controller down and started to kiss all over my back. I giggled and moved away before he moved closer and kissed down my arm and up my neck. I felt my cheeks heat up due to Jack vlogging. "You see this sappy shit? Ugh!" I giggled before I shot and missed. The ref blew the whistle and I looked at Conor. "I could've made that." I pouted, he chuckled before he sat up, "I know." He leaned down and kissed my jutted out lip before we shared a smile and he kissed me again. "Disgusting. I want a girlfriend." Jack groaned, we both giggled at him before we started a new game on Fifa.

10. Quick, Goodbye Kiss - It's the almost late for work kisses when their lips just peck yours, like an unfinished goodbye.

I quickly threw my hair into a bun before I slid on my heels and I checked my makeup. "When are you leaving for work?" Conor asked with a yawn as I walked past him in the kitchen. I checked my phone before I sighed, "I should've been gone ten minutes ago but someone had to get in the shower with me." He chuckled before he followed me to the door. I grabbed my keys before I leaned up and pressed a quick kiss to his lips, "Love ya Con!" I said as I started to walk down the hall to the front door of the building. "I love you too! Drive safely!" I waved over my shoulder before I quickly headed out to head to work.