#there would be a lot of 'why me?' and 'why did it happen to us?" on the Ice

[nattblacklupin]

Ice and shadows

Pairing: hockey player! Azriel x fem! Reader

Warnings: cursing, lots of fluff

Summary: headcanons about hockey player! Azriel

Hockey player! Cassian/Eris ● masterlist

Azriel is defence, He's the quiet and fast one that is nearly invisible on the ice if you don't pay attention to him.

His sneaky ability to not be seen isn't put to use just on the ice to suprise his opponents. He especially likes to use it when scaring his beloved wife, you.

You waited for Azriel to come back home from yet another training. The playoffs are close, and they are working harder than ever. He stays there even longer than his teammates, scared of failing once again - no one on the Velaris team wants to lose in the semifinals like last year. They made stupid mistakes that couldn't happen again. All of them will make sure of it.

With lids feeling heavier every second, you try to still pay attention to your favourite show. It will surely keep you awake until Azriel arrives home.

Long yawn left you as something touched your shoulder. With scream, you jumped up. Now awake and aware with a feeling of adrenaline. You quickly grabbed the vase that was on the coffee table, on which you nearly fell. Ready to fight any intruder that could come in your home. "Woah, who knew I married such a dangerous woman." Focusing your eyes and slowly calming down, you realise that the scary intruder is just your husband finally home. With that, you put down the vase and jumped on him, wrapping your legs around his waist. "Never scare me like that again," you whisper into his lips. "I wouldn't dream of it." He finally kissed you with plans that will keep you awake for the whole night.

Azriel isn't exactly the type to force you to wear his jersey to games. It's up to you, you can wear whatever you want. He can fight. But oh, mother, when you wear his jersey, it awakes something in him. You having his name on your ass and in your passport is dream come true for him. He is thanking the stars every night for blessing him with your presence.

It was an important match today, the whole Velaris team stressing about it for weeks. This match will decide which team will go to playoffs. Azriel left long ago, which left you home alone with a lot of work. You didn't mind, though. At least you could take your mind off the potential loss that can happen today.

Being finally done with all chores, you decided it's the time to start getting ready. It's better to be there sooner rather than later. Knowing that Azriel doesn't play well without his good luck kiss. Your heart nearly stopped when you checked the time. The game starts in twenty minutes. It's nowhere the time you wished you would have. Your hair is still messy, dressed in Azriels shirt without make up you started running around the house, trying to get ready as fast as possible. Glad for the fact that the stadium was 5 minutes from your home if you ran. Swiftly putting on stray pants that were on the floor, where you threw them yesterday, grabbing Azriels jersey you run out of the house. Your feet took you to the stadium in a record time of three minutes, quickly finding your way to the cabins where the players are probably now doing the last steps of their pregame routine. You open the door while taking deep breaths. "Azriel". Azriels shoulders visibly releax, "you came." He whispered like he thought you forgot, like you wouldn't come to support your husband in the second thing that mattered the most to him. "Of course I did"

As said before, Azriel has to have his good luck kiss, or he just can't play well. Everybody teases him for it, but behind his back, they are begging you to never skip his game. The one time it happened was enough.

Fortunately for everyone, it was just practice match before the season, where it didn't exactly matter if the team won. But every match mattered to them, no matter with whom or when. They are here to show they are the best.

That's probably why everybody was taken by suprised when Azriel was clumsy on the ice and couldn't keep balance. His usually incredibly fast skating turned into woblly slow skating. It got that bad he himself decided not to play that day, saying that he just can't.

Azriel never exactly told anyone it was cause you didn't came to the game and weren't his lucky charm. But it was more than clear to anyone who isn't blind.

Since that day, you had to come to every game. And if you couldn't, well you suddenly could. Because Cassian has no problem with stealing you away and bringing you to the game

"No, Cass, I really can't come. I have to do this work. I can probably make it in time for third period, but I'm not sure." Explaning your reasons to Cassian was harder than anyone could ever imagine. He didn't understand that you had work that had to be done today or that your boss would literally kick you out. Sometimes, you feel like your boss is secret hater of your boyfriend, and that's why he tries to keep you in work longer, just on days when he plays. "You will come, we don't care about your opinion." Cassian responded stubborn as ever, "well I don't care about yours too. " With that, you left the call, finally doing papers given to you by the boss.

Ten minutes in someone barged into your office, putting you over their shoulder like a sack of potatoes. "Cassian! What the hell are you doing?!" You yelled at him, keeping your anger at bay, or you would have to punch him. "Saving the match" confidence and pride dripping from his voice. You lifted up your head, looking at him with an annoyed look. "Fine." Crossing your arms letting out a sigh still swinging over his shoulder, "but I swear to gods, if I get fired, you will send me money every month"

Don't think that your relationship with Azriel is any secret or not medially famous. It's quite the opposite.

You two are the most famous and loved couple in hockey word. Sometimes, Rhysand is jokingly complaining about how you're stealing his spotlight and becoming more famous than the whole team.

People love to edit you two with cute songs and use every cute clip that is on the internet.

The most famous being moment where he is on the ice sending you kiss after scoring a goal. Or where someone recorded you two while skating on public ring, Azriel having to hold your hands so you don't fall. It resulted in both of you falling because some kid bumped into you.

Not to mention that Azriel loved taking you to all of his interviews. Like all of them.

Reporter wanting to have an interview with him without you? Nope, it's not happening. You two are double version, it's not possible to get one without the other.

"So Azriel, tell us, what was the biggest motivation for winning this match? Was there something - perhaps someone you won this for?" Azriel nodded his head and looked at you, love sparkling in his eyes. " Of course I did. Like every match. " The camera captures the way his hand snakes around your waist, with feathery like touches caressing it.

"I won it for my wife"

[satelitis]

꒰ CAN'T GET RID OF ME THAT EASILY ꒱ . . . f reed !

pairing(s) : fulton reed x fem!portman!reader (romantic) , dean portman x sister! reader (platonic)

in which before the game against varsity, the portman siblings have a surprise up their sleeves.

requested : yes or no.

!! content warnings : fluff, yelling, swearing

robin chirps : erm so im out of my writing slump and ziggy and i nonstop talk about tmd and our boyfriends, so i decided to surprise her since she kinda got me out of my writing slumps and introduced me to my bf charlie and one of the most amazing movies of all time <3 ily zigma!! [@spaceagebachelormann]

"your'e playing hard, i'm proud of you guys." coach orion reassured as he patted russ on the shoulder.

"they're cheap shotting us to death!" luis groaned.

"i know they are, i know they are." orion sympathized.

"It's gonna take a miracle for us to hold on." averman replied. little did the ducks know that "miracle" would be a little more unexpected then they thought.

suddenly, the door burst open revealing a tall brunette with a bandana around his head. dean portman.

"dean portman is awarded a full athletic and academic scholarship to the eden hall academy," dean read off his maroon folder. "i found this lying around at home in chicago, my attorny thought i should sign it, and i agreed." he continued. "it's offical boys, im back!" he exclaimed as all the ducks cheered, especially fulton. his heart broke the day that his best friend dean, and the love of his life, y/n had to go back to chicago. he was ecstatic at the sudden appearance of his fellow bash brother. but if dean was here...then where was y/n?

"hey you ass, where'd you go?" a voice spoke in the doorway. fulton could recognize that voice from anywhere. y/n. the voice was further identified when she herself wandered into the room. fulton was beyond shocked, jovial and he felt that he might have a heart attack because of how much was happening. in no time at all, y/n was in fultons arms their lips interlocked.

"did you miss me?" y/n teased, as fulton rolled his eyes, kissing her once again. dean looked partially disgusted.

"what the hell. why didn't i get one?" dean joked, activly trying to piss y/n off. the girl gave her brother the bird as the ducks laughed and watched the cute reunion. russ and averman made jokes in the background and snickered.

"oh, fulton! i missed you so much mwah mwah mwah." averman said in a feminine high pitched voice, as he faked kissing noises. russ continued with the bit presumably as fulton.

"i missed you too, babe." he said also mimicking kissing sounds. the ducks snickered. fulton proceeded to threaten the two.

"will you shut the hell up before i give you pucks for teeth?" he said. averman and russ laughed, as they stopped the bit. fulton turned his attention back to y/n now answering her question. '

"of course i missed you, you were gone for like ever." he exaggerated. but that's what it felt like for the couple.

"the phone calls weren't the same." he frowned softly.

"yeah, 'specially WHEN DEANS BREATHING ON THE OTHER LINE." y/n raises her voice as she turns back to dean.

"why didn't you call me and tell me you were coming?" he asked her,

"cause this was way more fun." she replied, a goofy grin on their faces. "you can't get rid of me that easily." she said.

'i'd hate to intrude on your little love fest but we got a bunch of temperamental man children's asses to kick." russ chimed in.

the ducks all cheered as they made their way on the ice.

"is that dean portman?" the teenage announcer asked. the crowd was in unbelief, "oh and his sister, y/n! they're both back!" he exclaimed.

"who are those kids? they cant play!" tom exclaimed. "they're on scholarship tom, my hands are tied." dean buckley replied.

"so you're the big enforcer, huh? well its nice to meet you, see, we have a lot more in common then you think-" dean rambled.

"shut up." the warrior spat, "lets play hockey," he said.

"whatever you say sunshine," dean shrugged, the game continued as dean ended up making cole go through the glass, shattering it.

dean and fulton cheered as they banged their heads together. "the bash brothers are back and they're here to stay and so is "y/n "the firecracker" portman, as she scores goal one for the ducks!" the announcer called out and boy was fulton beyond happy with it.

[wolfiesmoon]

Ice skate date?

TWST x gn!reader

characters featured: riddle, azul, ruggie

since i am obsessed with the concept of teaching (almost) grown men how to skate, i return with brainrot (twst edition)

but then again i have a feeling that a lot of the characters have no idea how to ice skate (due to various reasons I'll get into here) . if there happen to be any events or lore where the characters actually know how to ice skate consider this to be a fun little au where they dont

｡°✩ ⋆⁺｡ Riddle Rosehearts

There's no time for useless things when you want to achieve perfection.

That's what Riddle's mom told him when he expressed interest in anything but studying. She had every minute detail planned out and a "useless hobby" would not fit in.

Therefore, Riddle never learned how to ice skate. You can imagine he has his reservations about going to the rink with you.

After a bit of convincing and lots of reassuring him that you won't laugh under any circumstance, he begrudgingly agreed to go.

As soon as he stepped on the ice, he felt unsafe, like he might fall over at any moment but you quickly held out your arm for him to hang onto.

"Thanks." He looked a little startled which almost made you laugh but you shouldn't break a promise.

His grip on your arm tightened as he attempted to glide across the ice beside you. Seems he's really afraid of falling.

"Relax, you'll pull my arm off if you squeeze it that hard." You reminded him gently. You have a feeling you understand why he's so determined to not fall even once and avoiding the stares of curious children.

His grip on your arm loosened but that made him stumble on the ice and almost fall over and he immediately gripped you again. At this point you're worried you'll lose circulation.

"Riddle, it's fine if you fall. You shouldn't worry too much." You smiled, remembering how you used to fall a lot back when you were first learning to ice skate.

"Even I still fall on the ice a lot. This is nothing like a magic history exam, you don't need to be perfect. There's no way to be completely perfect here, anyways."

"I know that. Do not patronize me." Riddle huffed, leaning onto you more and attempting to slide on the ice properly.

"I was not." You wondered if you were too vague with your advice. Did he even get what you meant to say?

Actually, now that you take another look at him, he looks more relaxed and at ease. "Riddle, you idiot. You don't have to act so modest when you're glad I understand you." You thought to yourself, looking lovingly at his determined face.

｡°✩ ⋆⁺｡ Azul Ashengrotto

Honestly, where would he learn to ice skate under the sea? He never even used legs until his teenage years, so ice skating was completely out of the question until now.

That being said, he felt less than confident stepping on the ice.

It was still water, but he didn't like it in this solid form. It was much too slippery and unpredictable for his liking.

"Come here! You can do it! Come on!" You were standing around 5 metres to his right, beckoning him to come over as if he's a toddler who's just learning how to properly walk.

"Drop the babytalking, please." he was definitely not amused which only made you giggle harder.

"Oh, but I was so benevolent as to help you learn how to ice skate. What a shame that my help is so unnapreciated." you did your best Azul impression.

"Wow. I would compliment your acting skills if this wasn't completely innacurate and used to make fun of me." despite that, he managed to somehow make his way to your side, stumbling a few times.

You smiled cheekily, pointing at the edge. "Hold onto that. And onto me too, if you want." He did as you insctructed, looking a little nervous and unsure.

A little kid passed by the two of you, staring curiously at Azul. It must be a little weird to see someone so old just learning how to ice skate for the first time. You anticipated the little children staring.

You could feel him squeeze your arm slightly tighter at that and he seemed to be looking outside the ice rink, avoiding your eyes.

You gently took his hand.

"It's fine. Don't think about it too hard."

You felt him stiffen for a moment.

"You're honestly pretty scary sometimes, you know that?" you had no idea in what sense he meant that since he still didn't look your way. But you have a feeling his cheeks are pink right now.

Doesn't matter either way since he squeezed your hand lovingly.

｡°✩ ⋆⁺｡ Ruggie Bucchi

"Aw man, I just can't get this right." You helped Ruggie up for what felt like the hundreth time. He had free time this weekend so you suggested ice skating, to which he immediately told to he doesn't know how to.

Thinking back on it, it makes complete sense that he wouldn't know how to ice skate. The Sunset Savanna is a very warm nation so snow doesn't fall there and Ruggie didn't exactly grow up in the best living conditions either so he wouldn't have been able to afford a trip to a colder nation anyways.

"You'll get it soon enough." He didn't seem dejected at all even after all the failed attempts to keep up with you, which was nice to see.

"I hope I do, or Leona will get mad at me for being late to tuck him in."

"I still can't get over how ridiculous that is. Tuck him in? What is he, a toddler?" You sighed, catching him when he stumbled over and he thanked you cheekily.

"King's orders, what can ya do." He shrugged. He thinks he's almost got the hang of it now. That's a good thing. Very very good.

"Why are you so determined to learn by today? You know we can always come back some other time." you held his hand, helping him keep balance.

"Isn't it obvious? It's cuz I wanna go on an ice skating date with you. A proper one!" he grinned widely at you, feeling proud of himself.

"Okay, you romantic." you rolled your eyes playfully. The closest you'll get to an "ice skating date" is a beginner skating class for teenagers. Atleast in this short time frame.

But you have to admit, the way he said it with so much determination was downright adorable and almost made you want to cover the rental ice skate fee. Almost.

He'll probably conjure up some insane scheme to avoid paying for them anyways. Which makes you worry about getting in trouble with not just the school, but also the law.

You should probably hold him back this time, huh.

[bagopucks]

A. Matthews - Open Doors

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Auston Matthews x Reader

Word Count: 3.2k

Warning(s): mention of temporarily losing a child -as in the kid ran off-, little bit of flirting, a lot of domestic fluff.

I literally just found out the other day too, that Auston’s mother is Hispanic, and that he grew up speaking primarily Spanish to his mother. <3

Proofread loosely

Requests for the reader, Hudson, and Auston can be made! It’s not a full AU, but these three can have specific/special requests!

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The doors of life open and close at odd times. One can be devastated by the loss of an opportunity, only for the next to be more promising or beneficial. I didn’t assume losing my child would have been an opportunity. Until I found him playing fetch with a man and his fluffy dog. Tossing a little tennis ball across the park and chasing after the dog as if it was a game, while the dog went to get the ball.

“Oh my god! Hudson!” I sprinted in his direction, confusing the poor kid as to why I was so concerned. He was only five, still oblivious to the cruelty of the world. I fell to my knees and hugged my son tight, his quiet giggles and attempts to push me back falling short.

“So that’s his name?” I looked up at the man, smooth skin and a faint stubble. A mustache that looked plucked from the 80’s. And a smile full of pearly white teeth. He had a hat pulled over his head, with a sports logo on it that I hadn’t been all too familiar with.

“Hudson? Yeah. Thank you so much for keeping an eye on him. I just- I took my eye off him for one second and-“ Hudson wiggled from my grasp to go tug the ball from the dog’s mouth.

“Hey, hey. It’s okay. Kids are a lot to handle sometimes. I get it.” His words led my gaze back to Hudson, watching him wrestle with a dog the same size as him.

“You have some of your own?”

“Definitely not,” the man laughed out. “But I babysit for friends sometimes.” When I looked back to him, his hand was held out in a silent offer. I took it and allowed him to help me up off the ground.

“Thank you, again. It means the most.”

“Of course.” Hudson’s laughter drew both our eyes.

“Your dog’s name?” I asked.

“Felix. Your name?” When he asked, I provided, a newfound nervous smile on my lips.

“And yours?” I added.

“Auston with an ‘O’.”

“I don’t work at Starbucks.” I teased softly.

“Yeah, but you’ll need to know how to spell it when you take my number.”

It caught me off guard. And had Auston not found and taken care of my child, I would have turned him down immediately. But considering the circumstances, and his looks, I allowed him to put his number in my phone.

A door had opened, and though I had been hesitant to walk through it, I inevitably did. I walked right into another life. Another world.

“Auston‘s on the tv!”

I was lucky enough that Hudson wanted to walk through it with me.

“Where’s he at, hun?”

“He’s on the ice! Oh! Oh!” the excitement in Hudson’s tone, supporting a guy he had such an attachment to, never ceased to warm my heart. But it also worried me. It would break Hudson if something went wrong between Auston and I. I only asked him a thousand times if he truly wanted a package deal before we got together. And even then I didn’t push any responsibilities on Auston.

We were in a relationship, and I just happened to have a child. But Hudson wasn’t his, and at some point I knew Auston would have to start advocating for the boy’s care if he truly wanted a glimpse of a future for us. But we were a mere two months into our relationship, and I wasn’t in a rush. He already did enough.

“Oh goal! Number thirty four, Auston Matthews!” When I peeked into the living room, I saw my son, standing with his arms wide open and a foot up off the floor. Mirroring the stance of Auston, who performed his signature celly on the tv.

“You better congratulate him on that goal when he gets here tonight.” I slipped back into the kitchen. Hudson smiled and nodded, and he certainly did congratulate Auston when the time came. When he came barreling through my front door with a bag in hand and dressed down in a pair of shorts and a sweatshirt. His unruly yet flawlessly curly hair was damp, I assumed from a shower. It was dark outside, but my front drive was illuminated by the automatic motion triggered light.

“What did ya think of that, Buddy?” Auston’s voice rang out, and I looked up from the couch in time to see Hudson abandon his toys on the floor to barrel headfirst into Auston’s legs.

“Awesome!”

“That first one was for you.” Auston ruffled Hudson’s hair, trying to take a step forward only for my son to cling to his leg, hitching a ride.

“Who was the second one for?”

“Your mom, goof.” Auston’s cheery tone made me roll my eyes. Hudson pulled away from the man when he made it to the couch, dropping down, and the bag in his hand making enough noise to finally gain my child’s attention. And my curiosity.

“What’s in the bag?” I asked, turning my body sideways to face his own.

“An early birthday gift for Hudsy.” I raised a brow. I hadn’t expected Auston to get anything. Or even to remember the detail I mentioned in passing. Hudson however, lit up like a Christmas tree.

“Lemme see!”

“Oh just wait. You’re gonna love ‘em.” I folded my arms across my chest, as if to challenge his statement. My kid was picky. He didn’t like a lot of things. He was always grateful, yes, but still opinionated.

“Up on the couch.” Auston smiled from ear to ear as Hudson climbed up onto the cushion between us. “Alright. This is just the first part of your gift okay? We have to build on it.” I raised a brow as Auston reached into the bag.

“Come on!”

“Hudson.” I scolded gently. He glanced back at me with a sorry expression. “Patience.” He nodded and looked back at Auston, who in turn looked at me for approval to continue. I nodded.

“Ready?” He teased.

“Yes!” Hudson could barely hold still. And when Auston pulled out a black box labeled on the top with ‘CCM’, my boy’s brow furrowed in confusion. Then he opened the box, and twisted it around in his lap to show Hudson the fresh pair of rollerblades.

“Oh my god!”

“Auston,” my tone took on an immediate sound of surprise and tension. Auston’s initial expression of excitement upon Hudson’s reaction, turned into concern upon hearing my own. “Those were expensive- those had to be expensive.”

“It’s okay. I don’t mind.. it’s just skates, and he can use these for years.”

“His feet aren’t going to stay that small for years.” I argued in a soft tone, careful not to upset Hudson.

“They’ll stay small long enough.” Auston was always so nonchalant about everything. So ‘it is what it is.’ Sometimes it calmed me. Other times it stressed me out. I wasn’t sure what to make of his attitude at that point, so instead I let out a sigh and nodded.

“Okay,” I gave in.

“We have to try them out!”

“Not in the house.” I was swift to tell Hudson.

“Outside!”

“Right now? In the dark?” I glanced at Auston. “He could fall and hurt himself in the dark.”

“I’ve got him.”

I’d never trusted another man more with my child. Not once. Not his father, not my father, not my grandfather. But Auston?

“I’ll get his bike helmet.” I slowly stood up, straightening out the satin shorts of my pjs.

“Auston doesn’t wear a helmet!”

“He does on the ice.”

“Not when he’s rollerblading.” Hudson’s persistence made me groan.

“Tonight, he wears a helmet.”

And he did. My pink and black bike helmet. That I had to loosen a bit to fit his head properly. I followed the boys outside, and watched Auston get his own rollerblades from the trunk of his car before he came back to the porch steps.

“You sit down right there, and I’ll tie ‘em for you. Okay?” Hudson immediately plopped down on the edge of the deck, and I set his skates down beside him.

I opened the front door and reached inside to turn the porch light on.

“You boys gonna want snacks or water?”

“Hmm.. no thanks.” Hudson shook his head, far too excited as Auston got down on his knees slipped the kid’s first skate on.

“You got Goldfish still?” I stifled a laugh when Auston looked up at me.

“Always. Goldfish and two waters?”

“That’s a good idea.” I slipped back inside to grab the box of Goldfish, only to open the fridge and pause when it dawned on me.

I had a man in my front drive, putting a pair of skates on my kid. Teaching him how to do something. Something athletic. Something sporty. Promising to protect him. Trying to be a father. I felt the tightness in my throat before the burning of tears in my eyes accompanied it. I never imagined a world where Hudson had a dad. I wanted to, but I had pushed it aside long ago. I sniffed and wiped my eyes, the faint sound of laughter creeping through the open front door.

I asked myself why I left it open, when anybody could have walked inside? Because there was a man in my yard. Watching my kid. There was a man who granted love and protection. And ease to a life of constant stress. I smiled so hard it hurt. I slipped the two bottles of water from the fridge and closed the door before leaving the kitchen to go back outside. Greeted by the sight of Auston skating backwards, holding Hudson’s hands and guiding him forward down the slight slope of my driveway. Hudson’s foot slipped, and a moment of terror gripped my chest before Auston hoisted him up by his arms. Relief flooded my system. I was not one to film many things, but I had no shame in quickly setting the water and Goldfish aside, running inside to grab my phone, coming back with the video already playing, focusing my camera on the two in the driveway.

“Don’t point your feet inward. You gotta keep ‘em straight.” Auston would occasionally stop to nudge Hudson’s feet apart with one of his own.

“Look up at me. You look at the ground and you won’t know where you’re going.” He’d guide Hudson’s eyes straight with gentle words.

“When you start to get the hang of it, I have to let you go.” I couldn’t see my kid’s face, but I knew there was fear in his eyes. I had since set my phone down, leaning against the rail. I wanted to call to him, to remind him he’d be okay, but I decided to allow Auston a chance. No better time to learn like the present. And if I was going to completely trust Auston in the future with my kid, I needed to know he could handle every situation.

“It’s gonna happen, bud.” He slowed to a stop. “I know it’s scary, but falling is part of learning.” He leaned forward a bit. “You know what I used to do when I always fell?”

“What?” Hudson’s quiet voice was barely audible to me.

“I’d go running to my mom. And she’d hold me, and clean up my bumps and bruises. And then she’d send me right back outside to do it again.”

“Why?”

“Because sometimes you gotta fail to learn.”

“What did your dad do?”

Auston was caught at a loss for words, but only for a second.

“He’d usually just tell me to walk it off.. which is why I never went to him too much.” He passed off the answer as a joke, laughing quietly. I could tell by Hudson’s silence, that he didn’t understand how that was funny, or why Auston was laughing.

“What would you do?”

“After he told me to walk it off?”

“No.. what would you do- if I fell?”

I stiffened. I noticed the way Auston’s eyes drifted past Hudson to look at me. His brow furrowed in a questioning manner. I gave him a look of approval. So far, so good. Perhaps he knew how much our relationship and his place in mine and Hudson’s life rode on that answer.

“Well, first I’d have to pick you up, and I’d have to go rummaging through your mother’s cabinets to find stuff to clean any cuts. Probably slap a couple Hello Kitty bandaids on ya..” he smiled, let out a breathy laugh.

“I don’t like Hello Kitty!”

“Transformers?”

“Better.”

“Alright, Transformers.” Auston removed one of his hands from Hudson’s to ruffle his hair. “And after the bandaids it’s right back outside. Unless you really don’t want to. But sometimes tough love is a good thing.”

“Tough love.” Hudson repeated in a quizzical manner.

“Like.. making somebody do what they don’t want to, because you know it’s gonna benefit them in the end. Like helping them get over a fear.. like if there’s a girl they really wanna ask out, but they’re too afraid. Sometimes you gotta push ‘em into it.” Maybe not the best example, but I’d give Auston credit where it was due. He was doing a good job.

“Girls are gross.”

“They are.” The boys shared quiet laughter as I rolled my eyes.

“And what if the girl says no?”

“Then she says no. And you learn from that experience. The same way it is when you fall. You’re always gonna fall on skates. I still do it sometimes. It’s about knowing there’s a chance you’re gonna fall, and being brave enough to still go out and do it.” Silence followed Auston’s words. Then I saw Hudson nod.

“You can let me go.”

“Look at you, big man.” Auston teased, slow to release Hudson’s other hand. “Don’t move yet, okay? Just get a feel for standing.”

“Okay..” I watched Hudson straighten his ankles, and find a good stance.

“Move when you’re ready.”

We were out there for another hour or so. Well past Hudson’s bedtime. He fell a few times, but thanks to the sweater and pants he had on, he avoided any bleeding or cuts. My heart lurched every time Hudson tumbled, but the ache wasn’t near as bad when I watched Auston help him up and dust him off, asking if anything hurt too much or if he wanted to take a break. The only breaks they did take were for the occasional sip of water or a handful of goldfish. I took time to praise Hudson when he accomplished standing better, skating longer lengths, understanding the way to move. Then eventually my encouragement turned to quiet laughter as the boys started playing around.

Auston hoisted Hudson onto his shoulders, keeping a tight grip on the kid as he skated circles in the driveway. A playful yell occasionally falling from the boys’ lips.

When a yawn slipped past my own, I knew it was time to go in. I slowly stood up from my porch chair and reached for the box of Goldfish. Auston and Hudson both looked at me. Like deer in headlights.

“What are you doing with those?” Auston was the first to ask.

“Hudson needs to go to bed.” I informed him with a smirk.

“What?” Hudson whined. “No!”

“You’ve been up well past your bedtime, Buddy.” I placed my free hand on my hip.

“Please! Just another five minutes? Auston’s gonna leave!” I raised a brow.

“He’ll be back another time.”

“Yeah, when I’m at school.” I had been completely transparent with Hudson when Auston and I got together. He knew we were dating. At first he was uncertain, but he’d grown comfortable with the idea. His only issue since then had been the fact that he was never home when Auston was around.

“It’s a Saturday tomorrow.” When Auston spoke up, my gaze flickered toward him. I wasn’t sure whose side he was arguing for.

“And?”

“I have extra clothes in my trunk.”

“You wanna stay?”

“Can I stay?”

“Please!” Hudson immediately chimed in, his hands landing awful hard on top of Auston’s helmet. He flinched, but recovered quickly.

“You gonna put him to bed too?”

“Please!” Hudson’s excitement went momentarily unnoticed by us, trying to have a semi-serious conversation.

“I can do that.”

I acted as though I was contemplating my options, before I waved a hand and began to walk inside.

“I guess he can stay.” I knew Hudson let out a shout of excitement, but I was almost certain Auston had muttered a quiet, ‘yes’ as well.

The boys followed me into the house, Hudson running for his bedroom after Auston had set him down.

I stopped in the kitchen to set the water and crackers aside before walking into the living are.

“Where’s he off to?” I questioned as I folded up the blanket on the couch.

“Changing into his pjs.”

I chuckled and tossed the blanket into the basket by the wall.

“And you?” I folded my arms across my chest. “What do you think you’re sleeping in?”

“This.” He gestured to what he had on as he slowly crossed the floor. Auston rested his hands on my arms. “Or whatever I can get away with that’s less.”

“Auston.” I scolded softly.

“Cariño.” Darling. Honey. Dear. I leaned into his chest, and Auston slowly wrapped his arms around me. I hadn’t been so vulnerable with a man in a long time. Auston simply made it too easy.

“You have a kid to put to bed.” I spoke reluctantly.

“And a girlfriend to worry about.”

“You do too much, Aus.”

“I’d argue I haven’t done enough.” His confession was heartwarming and gut wrenching at the same time.

“You’ll get there.” I promised. “It’s a learning process. But right now, you’re doing amazing.” I slowly pulled back to look at him. “Hudson loves you. I love you. You make us happy. You’re here at times nobody expects you to be.. like tonight, with that birthday gift.” I paused. “Early birthday gift.” I watched him smile.

“So I’m meeting your standards?”

“Going above and beyond.” I promised, standing on my tippy toes. Auston leaned forward and pressed a quick kiss to my lips.

“You should probably go find Hudson before he falls asleep.” I whispered. “He likes it when I tuck the blankets under his feet, and sometimes he likes his fan on. You have to ask.”

“Thanks.” Auston slowly pulled away.

“Don’t forget to sing to him too.” I watched his eyes go wide.

“I have to sing?” He sounded shocked. I laughed.

“I don’t make the rules, Aus.” I shrugged. “But I promise the secret’s safe with me if you sing for him.”

“Its not that it’s just- I mean.. I suck at singing.”

“He’s a kid. The most he’ll do is laugh at you and tell you to quit.”

“Then what?”

“Then you come find me. I’ll sing for him.”

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[stars1997]

Lover boy - part 4

Warnings: Smut!! NSFW!!! (18+), unprotected sex, some spanking, some choking, swearing, semi public sex, car sex

(not edited)

Pairing(s): Jeremy Swayman x Fem!Reader

Summary: Y/N Ullmark gets a job with the Bruins as their new photographer. They haven't seen each other in a few years, some things have changed. What happens when her brother's best friend develops a crush on her?

Authors note: The smut you guys have been waiting for! There will be more smut in the next chapter!

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It didn’t take me long to get ready. I put on a pair of black leggings and a cute sweater that I got the other day. I was slipping on my shoes when there was a knock on the door.

“Coming!” I yell, standing up and making my way over to the door, opening it.

“Good evening, little lady. I’m here to take you out for a surprise.” Jeremy says in a horrible country accent.

He holds out his hand sending me a small smile. I take his hand and he led me to his truck.

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“Where are we going?” I ask for the hundredth time already.

“If I told you then it wouldn’t be a surprise now would it,” he says, giving me a side eye look.

I let out a little huff in frustration. But it wasn’t until we pulled onto a street that I realized was the back way to the arena that I said, “Why are we going to the arena?” I look over at him. his mouth now turned up into a smile.

“Now that were here you can’t turn back. Buuut, I brought you here so I can teach you how to skate. If you look in the back seat, I even got you your own skates.” His smile now stretching all the way to his ears and making his eyes look like little slits.

“Oh, your such and ass for tricking me into this.” I turn around and look in the back seat to find a box with the word Bauer written on it.

I grab the box and open it to find the cutest pair of ice skates. “Jer. You didn’t have to do this. But thank you. I appreciate it a lot, thank you.” I look back over at him and send him a soft smile.

“Okay enough with that sappy talking, let go get on the ice.” He claps his hand before he shuts off his car and grabs his skates from the back as well.

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Jeremy brought us both out to the player benches. He got his skates on in less than a minute, but I was struggling to tie my laces. “Need some help their peeps?” he asks, getting down on his knees to help me tie my skates before I could even respond.

He stands up and makes his way onto the ice. “What if I fall. I don’t like falling.” He just sends me a small giggle.

“Don’t worry about falling. I’ll be right here to help you. I promise.” I gave him a little look that basically told him that if he was lying, I would be kicking his ass later.

It took me a minute, but I finally got out on the ice. Jer kept up with his promise to be here to help me.

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“So, you really never been skating before?” he asks me. He’s holding on to my hands, sort of skating backwards so he can pull me.

“If I have been skating before I wouldn’t be so scared now, would it? No, I haven’t been before. And I know what you’re going to say next, but your brother plays. I just never found the appeal for it. It was always my brother’s thing. He had hockey and I had my camera…let’s not talk about my brother, how have you been? We have only had one chance to catch up and I kind of got shit face and don’t remember most of that night.” I lift my eyes from the ground to look up at him.

“I’ve been good. last season was amazing, and I couldn’t have asked for anything more. you really don’t remember that night? Because I remember you hitting on me.” He smirks and my mouth drops open.

“No, I did not!” I say in a shocked tone.

“Yup you did. If I didn’t know any better, I would say that you have a crush on me.” My cheeks got really red. I move my eyes back down to the ice.

“So little miss y/n has a crush on me. That cute.” I let go of one of his hands to slap his chest, but I lost my footing and ended up falling forward making him fall backwards.

He lets out a grunt as I land on top of him. My eyes find his and it was like he was thinking of something. Like he wanted to do something but was stopping himself.

I move off his chest so now I’m basically straddling him now. He sits up so we are face to face.  I go to speak but get cut off by him kissing me.

A little gasp left my mouth when his lips slammed onto mine. It took me a second to kiss back. My hands finding his hair and his hands move to cup the bottom of my ass. Pulling me closer to him so now are chest are touching.

“Fuck, y/n. I’ve wanted to do that for the longest time. Do you remember the day after easter. I was visiting you and your brother, and you came walking into the house with literally fifty boxes of peeps because they were on sale. That was the day that I knew I liked you.” he squeezes my ass before running his hands up and down my back.

I kiss him again and he’s quick to kiss me back. He gives my ass another squeeze making me gasp into the kiss. He slips his tongue in my mouth. But not long after he pulls away from me.

“We need to get off the ice, my ass is starting to get cold and wet.” He laughs.

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He was quick to climb into the passenger seat of his car. Tapping his lap as a way to tell me to get in. I’m now straddling him, I can feel his hard on pressing into me.

“You don’t know what you do to me y/n. That night you were drunk, I was really wishing you weren’t. I was wishing that it was sober you that was hitting on me.” I was quick to kiss him again.

“You have me now, now use me.” I say wail kissing his lips. He brings his hands to my back, sliding them down so he can grab my ass.

“I’m starting to think you’re an ass guy now. I’ve always thought you were into boobs.” I pull my sweater over my head, his eyes lock on my boobs.

“I can like both can’t I. You just got such a nice ass…and tits.” He unclasps my bra, sliding the straps down my arms.

Once it off he tosses it in the driver’s seat. He kisses my neck and slowly makes his way down to my boobs. His lips wrap around my nipple as his thumb finds the other one.

“Fuck. Yes, that feels so good.” My hands pull at his hair making him moan around my nipple.

“This needs to come off.” He says pulling at the waist band of my leggings.

I climb into the back seat pulling my leggings down and tossing them to the side. Jeremy does the same with his sweatpants. I climb back on top of him. His underwear and mine are the only barrier between us. He reaches between my thighs to move my underwear to the side.

“Your so wet baby.” He says between giving me kisses on my neck as his fingers run through my folds. He pulls out his cock, lining himself up. I let out a breathy moan as he slides his cock all the way in, bottoming out.

“Fuck you feel so good.” He thrusts up, letting out a grunt with every thrust.

“Oh yes Jer, right there.” I moan out, reaching my hand down to play with my clit but he moves my hand away replacing it with his own.

If someone walked by, they would know what’s happening. Jeremys hands move to my waist helping me bounce on his cock. Loud moans leave my mouth every time his cock slams into me.

“Come one pretty girl. Cum on my cock so I can take you to my place and fuck you on any surface I can bend you over.” One of his hands makes its way around my neck the other one staying on my hip. His thrusts become faster, his hand now squeezing around my neck.

“I’m going t-” I was cut off by my orgasm. My body shakes as my back arches into Jeremy. Jeremy was quick to pull out, his cum landing on my stomach.

He rips my underwear at my hips and uses it to wipe of the cum off. He then takes of his shirt and pulls it over my head.

“Go sit in the front so I can take you home.” He says, kisses me. I climb off his lap and turn around to climb back into the passenger seat. As I’m climbing onto the center console, Jeremy now has a full view of my pussy.

His hands are back on your hips. He leans down and gives me a kiss on my ass. The thought of his mouth being so close to my pussy. This makes me shutter a bit.

“I’m going to eating you out when we get to my place. Make you sit you pretty puss on my face.” he says giving my ass a hard slap.

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Jer was quick to get out of the car. coming to my side and opening the door for me. I was barely out of the car before he picked me up and tossed me over his shoulder and landing another slap on my as he brings us to the front door.

[diagonal-queen]

Pardon me if this dumb. Could I request hunting dogs x s/o who has the habit of eating ice when she drinks well... drinks with ice indeed xd

(I think jouno would hate it and tecchou would find a way to make a weird combo. How I love hunting dogs🤧)

Hunting Dogs with an S/O who eats ice

♡ pairing: Fukuchi Ouchi, Jouno Saigiku, Tecchou Suehiro, Teruko Okura, Tachihara Michizou x fem!Reader

♡ synopsis: How do the Hunting Dogs react to their S/O eating ice?

♡ cw: Swearing, use of fem titles like 'girlfriend'.

note: I want it to be known for the record that when I first saw this req I was wandering around my kitchen looking for food, and after I read it I said 'hehe that's cute' so no, your req is not dumb and I like it!! I tried to do some longer ones this time to make up for my lack of posting reqs...apologies for errors and I hope you enjoy x

Jouno:

You're right anon- he does hate it

He doesn't like the sound of your chewing, if you sucked on the ice he'd hate that as well, he's very much not an ASMR lover

He constantly asks why you don't just eat shaved ice or snow cones or something like that, and even offers to purchase them for you all the time

Jouno understands and accepts having idle habits like needing to chew or bouncing your leg, but your one is just...loud, and probably not the best for your teeth

"Don't tell Tecchou about this. I don't need him getting any ideas."

If you tell Tecchou he WILL get ideas and you'll probably never hear the end of it from Jouno

Like one day he'll just approach you from behind and bury his head in your neck while wrapping his arms around you and go "Why did you have to run your mouth like that?" (whiny Jouno >>>>>>>)

He does actually learn to deal with it, but he will not go out of his way to help you acquire ice or anything like that

Honestly at some point he might try asking you to stop doing it, at least as frequently. Whether or not you do it is your choice, he's still gonna love you, but y'know...

He just prefers not to be in the room or whatever when you do it because it just bothers him (from a sensory perspective), not because he dislikes you or anything! The sound just does not feel nice in his ears

But Jouno is willing to put in the effort to coexist with you in spite of the both of you having habits that annoys the other

And THAT'S the meaning of true love folks!

Tecchou:

Once again anon you're right, he uses this to further his weird food combination possibilities

Pray for the rest of the Hunting Dogs (minus Fukuchi) (sorry Fukuchi fuckers) because they're suffering

Tecchou honestly doesn't care about you eating ice as a habit, he just assumes you do it because you like the taste/texture of ice and doesn't question it further

He'll see you eating chunks of ice out of your lemonade or whatever and something like this will happen: "Ice...have you tried pairing it with gelatin?" "What, like jelly? Like, raspberry or lime or something?" "No, just plain gelatin." "...Tecchou babe I love you but-"

(It's because they're both transparent)

Because you do it, he might start doing it too, and seeing how it pairs with different foods

Catch him one morning at 3am in your guys' kitchen just eating a bowl full of ice and pineapple gummy bears with a spoon like it's fucking cereal

And this mf would have the audacity to be like 'you should try this it tastes great' while you're standing there, mouth agape

Please don't tell Jouno about that we really don't need him throwing another tantrum about Tecchou's eating habits

You and him would drink lots of icy lemonade together though because that actually is a transparent drink that goes well with ice! (thank god)

All in all he accepts you, so accept him back rn 😤

Tachihara:

With the stress Tachihara experiences on a daily- nay, hourly- nay, minutely basis, he probably chews ice as well

Or at least he's understanding of the concept, so when he learns that you do it he might make a comment on it, but ultimately he doesn't mind or anything like that

If you guys ever go out to eat or anything like that he always makes sure whatever drink you've ordered has ice in it (as in he will say 'Please can you add ice to this' and will continue until the poor waiter relents and does it)

Also, if he ever brings you fast food or anything similar he will have bought you a drink with ice in it

He even makes sure to add filling the ice tray in the freezer to his to-do list and everything 🤧 bro is a 10 through and through

You develop this little tradition thing where you bring each other cups of ice when you're sad to distract from the sadness and help you feel better :')

You and Tachihara also chew other things like gum and stuff as well, it's a never ending thing with you two (not that that's bad! Stimming is perfectly fine and healthy) so it's a little like a couple's thing and that's cute

You know those things that people do where they get flavoured water or juice or whatever and then freeze them into ice cubes basically?? You guys would totally do that! And you'd make each other different flavours and everything

The only maybe bad thing about it is that other people can sometimes be weird about it, but that doesn't matter when you guys have each others' backs

Teruko (platonic):

Teruko has absolutely no issue with it

...after she finishes making fun of you for a couple minutes

She would think it's a bit of a weird habit and tell you you're like a bear (they don't even chew ice probably?????)

But she accepts it very quickly because she understands that it comforts you/makes you feel happy

She would start chewing ice after learning that you do it, just so you two can match (and annoy Jouno, that's like half the reason she began chewing ice- tbh you were probably just an afterthought T-T)

As we know Teruko would be the ultimate bestie and thus would defend your interests and habits with her life, so Jouno wouldn't really end up being much of an issue for you

She goes as far as to make it a point to hang out with you outside more often so you have more opportunity to purchase drinks with ice in them

Also stocks up on similar items like popsicles for you to chew on whenever you visit her

As long as you also promise to do the same for her though

Teruko would definitely finish a drink and then just pour her ice into your cup (and probably spill your drink everywhere) without any regard because her brain just says 'my friend likes ice so I'll give her ice and make her happy :D'

Like I said, super highschool level bestie

I mean you already have to endure her...interesting personality, so this is really the least she can do. You guys <333

Fukuchi:

Let's not pretend that he wouldn't learn about your ice habit and then like. Import fresh Antarctic ice right from the source for you to chew

Fukuchi DEFINITELY has enough power and influence to do something like that. When asked why he's probably so casual about it too like "My girlfriends likes ice" and NO further explanation

I'm just imagining you sitting in like a meeting next to him or something (cus he invited you, cute date ideas heheh), probably with government officials or whatever, and the room is entirely silent except for the sound of you chewing ice

And nobody *dares* to say a word about it

He probably gives you ice to shut you up sometimes (either because you're arguing or because he needs to get work done, something like that) and you can't even be mad about it

He'd buy another fridge for ice trays so you can drink like anything you want with ice and never run out of it

I don't like Fukuchi myself but even I can't deny the amount of sugar daddy boyfriend potential this man has, and thus I feel obliged to share it with the world

Imagine he has like an esky full of ice chunks that you put alcohol and drinks in or whatever, and he takes out the drink that he wants and just hands you the whole ass esky full of ice 💀

The other Hunting Dogs don't even question it either because this fucking guy...sometimes there are questions that are best left unanswered and you and Fukuchi are a great example of that

Taglist~ ♡ @gettinshiggywithit, @fedyushka, @flower-of-darkness, @bejeweledgirl

[kentjohnson91]

Today we are going to discuss trades/slash free agency signings that have happened this offseason and how and why they made me upset:

Max Jones: Anaheim➡️Boston (free agency)

I love the chaos he ensued with Trevor and the other young guys

Was the first person to post about Jamie Drysdale being traded which was just a video of jamie dancing and smiling but then added like 10 thousand broken hearts

also as a bruins and red sox fan WHY ARE YOU GUYS NOT INCLUDING HIM

Zadorov and Lindholm threw out the first pitch at the Sox game the other night and Max and his wife (i think they’re married but maybe im wrong) were literally there but not invited to do that and also not sitting with the Lindholms and Zadorovs in the nice seats

It was not a numbers thing either because in like 2021 (?) they had like 7 new guys for the B’s on the field at 1 time

Nikita Zadorov: Vancouver➡️Boston (free agency)

As a Bruins fan SO EXCITED

As a fan of chaos i’m sad

Him and Myers reeking havoc on the ice together was so iconic for the short time we were blessed by it😔

Nick Blankenburg: Columbus➡️Nashville (free agency)

This was like one of very few moves i have not approved of by Mr Don Waddell

He was cooking from the start and then this happened

Like Ik he was probs gonna be in the AHL a lot but like for an undrafted defenseman he is good

He’s like 5’9” (more like 5’8 stop lying Nick) and runs around throwing hits on 6’3 or bigger guys

He’s my favorite little man and i want him back. He rounded out the Michigan group on Columbus too well.

Kevin Bahl: New Jersey➡️Calgary (trade)

Ik i say “im not a devils fan i just love him” about like half their team but like i swear its true

I need everyone to acknowledge the childhood friends to NHL teammates arc of him and the Hughes brothers and that is heartbreaking that it is no more

Also i understand it was an underpay for Markstrom but that will always happen for goalies (see Ullmark trade) so all the Devils fans acting like it was a good thing he was gone and not appreciating the time he put in there or the calgary fans mad they got him and hating him already made me wanna cry

Like GIVE HIM A CHANCE

also he just had a baby right before the trade and that means none of his NJD teammates get to see the baby and that will make me bawl (hehe bawl - bahl) like a baby no joke

John Marino: New Jersey➡️Utah (trade)

TOM FITZGERALD WHEN I GET YOU

This poor man who tends to look like a kicked puppy for no reason seemed so happy there

with Jack, Luke, Nico, Kevin, Curtis, Nate like cmon why would you do this to me

Will never cope with whatever the fuck was goin on with him and Luke honestly

WHY UTAH

Ryan McLeod: Edmonton➡️Buffalo (trade)

this was another one like the Kevin one where the fans pissed me off instantly

“the other guy was such a good prospect he was gonna develop more and play for buffalo”

i’m gonna hold your hand when i tell you that McLeod is 24 (almost 25) and 25 year olds can STILL DEVELOP TOO THIS SHIT SHOULD NOT BE NEWS HELLO???

also people who started using what his brother did as an excuse to not want him

while no one knows for sure, randomly assuming with no real reason that he had any knowledge of his brothers part in the 2018 Team Canada Scandal is so unfair honestly

and ALSO they separated him from his pookie (Bouchard) and his gay dads (Leon and Connor)

Not coping

Linus Ullmark: Boston➡️Ottawa (trade)

where do i even begin

no more hugs

no more feeding each other during post game interviews

no more eating cinnamon buns that Ullys wife made them together

no being Matt Poitras dads together

I ofc understand from the business side but it doesn’t make it hurt less

Jake Debrusk: Boston➡️Vancouver (free agency)

This one stung

we all knew it was coming but like

he’s been here his whole career

him and McAvoy were the ultimate duo

scored their first goals on the same night

if anyone saw Charlie McAvoys post about him and Grizz just know i cried for hours over that shit

Matt Grzelcyk: Boston➡️Pittsburgh (free agency)

another one that hurt a lot

once again see charlie mcavoys post

THE ONES OF THEM FROM COLLEGE TOGETHER

ENOUGH CHUCK

also no more amazing interviews with Mr Grzelcyk (Matt’s dad)

He worked in the Garden forever so Matt LITERALLY LEARNED TO SKATE THERE

HOMETOWN HERO AND A HALF

HEARTBROKEN

Anyways if i think of more im forgetting or something else happens before camp ill make another post but anyways

[boydepartment]

OMG DRABBLE IDEA

friends to lovers - hoon invites y/n on an arcade date (or in this case hangout) that also has an ice rink. he uses her clumsiness on the ice as an advantage to hold her when she falls and it’s all cutesy and shit. finally at the end of the day they take photos in one of the photobooths where it also takes a video. mid photo he confesses he loves her anD SINCE THERE’S A VIDEO YOU CAN SEE HER CUTE REACTION AND WHEN THEY HUG AND KISS AFTER THE CONFESSION OMG 😍😍😍

ANON I GOT YOU this request is so cute :( thank you for requesting this 🫶

Knee Pads- Park Sunghoon x Reader

MASTERLIST

wc- 1.2k

warnings- none :)

Whenever Sunghoon decided to ask you to hang out with him you always made sure to wear knee pads under your pants. You knew at some point or another he would want to take you skating. You never understood why, you couldn’t skate well, and you always held him behind. He couldn’t skate freely with you, not that it made you sad or anything, just confused. You never wanted to become a skating master. You put on a nice sweater and made sure your pants were baggy enough to hide the knee pads. For sure, Sunghoon would tease you if he knew you wore them.

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“We are at an arcade?” You questioned looking at him. Sunghoon giggled as he opened the door for you. You walked in and you wanted to be surprised that the arcade was connected to an ice rink.

“Wow…” You said sarcastically, then smiled at his goofiness.

“It’s something different this time…! Kinda!” He put his hand on your shoulder and led you to get you the rental skates, he sat you down on a bench while he walked up to the desk. Sunghoon had always offered to buy you your own pair, but you don’t skate by yourself, you only skate because of him. Hell, you barely went out and when you did it was because of him.

“Ta-da!” Sunghoon walked toward the bench you were sitting at. He kneeled in front of you and went to take off your shoes.

“Wh-What are you doing?” You asked, confused, he never tied your skates.

“I’m helping you; you take too long.” He said bluntly, then laughing to himself. This whole situation was confusing you. Even the small touch on your shoulder was a little out of the ordinary, yeah you two were friends but this was definitely something else! You watched as he focused on your skates, it was hard trying to stop your heart from fluttering. The way Sunghoon would move hair out of his eyes every so often, how his tongue would peek out of his lips, he was so-

“Alright all done!” He went to stand up and use your knee as support but then his brows furrowed. He knocked on your knee now, he was confused, “are you wearing knee pads?”

Oh boy.

“NO!” You said quickly and stood up. Losing your balance, you fell into him. His arms immediately wrapped around you.

“It’s okay if you are, safety is key, and you definitely fall a lot.” He chuckled; you looked up at him. Your hair was in your eyes now and he softly moved the strands out of your vision. Your jaw went slack as he sat you back down and put on his own skates next to you.

You could not calm your heartbeat down, where did this flirty Sunghoon come from? What happened to the guy that would relentlessly tease you? Why is Sunghoon hitting on you? Is he even hitting on you?

Your heartbeat and questions refused to calm down even when you were gripping Sunghoon’s hand on the ice.

“You’re doing well today!” Sunghoon said to you and laughed loudly.

“Don’t jinx me!” You yelled at him. This only made him laugh harder. You let yourself giggle.

“Calm down angel-baby!”

ANGEL-BABY?! What is going-

You were so taken aback that your lost balance almost immediately, he softly but strongly gripped onto you and saved you from falling.

“You okay?” Sunghoon asked, smirking down at you.

“Yeah-Yeah I-I am all good!” You laughed a little trying to calm down your nerves. Like he didn’t just call you a pet name.

As you two skated, he would catch you, tease you minimally, and compliment you. Sunghoon’s laugh was like music to your ears. He was so pretty BUT ACTING LIKE A MENACE. This was not safe for your heart!

“Do you want to go to the arcade?” Sunghoon asked before guiding you to the rail. You looked up at him, his cheeks were rosy, and he was smiling softly at you. If you were in motion, you would’ve surely fallen because of him.

“Yes please…” You said softly, Sunghoon nodded, and you got off the rink. He made sure to help you adjust to the regular ground. He sat you both on the bench while he got your stuff from the table. You were still sat in shock about today. What has gotten into him? He couldn’t possibly like you right? I mean you’ve known him for a good amount of time, has he always acted like this? Or was your brain playing it up because you recently started seeing him in a different light?

Next thing you knew, he was helping you put on your regular shoes.

“Before you say anything let me help you.” He looked up at you and smiled before quickly looking back down. Oh, you were DOOMED if he didn’t harbor the same feelings for you.

---

It felt fantastic to be walking back on two feet without the blades.

“Do you miss skating?” You asked him suddenly. He looked down at you.

“I skate with you, so no.” Sunghoon spoke simply.

Your brows furrowed, “that’s not what I meant Sunghoon! I meant freely!”

Sunghoon turned his head to the side, “I do skate with you freely.”

“That’s not true! I hold you down like an anchor!” You said and looked up at him. Sunghoon huffed and rolled his eyes.

“That is not true! I skate more freely with you than I did when I was a kid.”

Now it was your time to laugh, “we go like 2 miles an hour!”

“That doesn’t matter to me.” He said and put his hand on your shoulder again, grinning down at you, “now take a photo with me!” Sunghoon dragged you to a photo booth.

“This is the only reason why I wanted to go to an arcade.” Sunghoon confessed when you both sat down.

You looked at him after fixing your hair and makeup in the camera in front of you, “for photos?”

Sunghoon was setting up the photo booth as he spoke, “yeah why?”

“Well, you have a phone for photos! And those photo booth cafes.” You teased him. Sunghoon looked at you with a deadpanned expression.

“Just pose!”

You giggled and got ready for the photo to go off.

“Oh, by the way I’m in love with you.” Sunghoon spoke before posing.

WHAT?!

Your jaw dropped and the photo snapped, Sunghoon started losing it next to you.

“Are you joking with me?! It’s not funny!” You shoved him. Sunghoon looked at you, he stopped laughing.

“No, I’m not kidding.” He was fully serious.

You felt your entire world finally connect, all of the ‘hang outs’, teasing, actual flirting, it was true. You looked down at his lips then his eyes again.

Another photo snapped.

“Can I kiss you?” You asked, Sunghoon smiled.

“Yes, you can, knee pads.”

“Oh, come on is this my new nick- mmph!”

Sunghoon giggled as he kissed you holding you close to him as the last photo was taken, little did you know, he also paid for the video. He was surely going to tease you for awhile about it.

[larsnicklas]

I saw a post on here saying panthers fans are playing the victim card because of the barkov injury and I have yet to see someone say that? Everyone knows the panthers can be dirty when they want and no one is saying they aren't. The only ones I'm seeing acting like their team did nothing wrong are the oilers fans. Some of them even saying leon did nothing wrong. And they are completely ignoring the fact that ekky only got that guy on a headlock because barkov was on the ice hurting. They're also saying he didn't deserve a headlock because he's so nice and never did anything wrong but when we say that about barky who's an actual lady byng winner we're crazy and playing the victim? They keep calling us delusional but look at them.

yeah 😭 i think reading what oil fans are saying about the cats and cats fans..... that way madness lies...... don't spend too much mental or emotional real estate on it!! the thing is, i think tempers flare and emotions are running high during the playoffs and it's like. some people need to learn the difference between inside thoughts (said to friends or small group chats) and outside thoughts (posted for the world to see) and that would improve the overall online climate during the postseason i think. LOL

i do think it's aggravating because cats fans as a unit kinda take pride in the team playing on the edge and with that comes the risk of players occasionally crossing the line, and we know that! but o.ilers fans absoluuuutely refuse to acknowledge that their team plays dirty too lol so it's like ??? why are you spending all your time complaining about benny being a dirty player while employing evander k.ane and corey p.erry....

i will be the first to admit that i will grit my teeth and defend samuel b.ennett to the death when he commits an atrocity on ice but at least i'm self aware!!! at least i'm texting my friends on the side going "man benny just tried to kill a man at center ice" like i KNOW when my guy does wrong i'm just going to publicly defend him because it's important to present a united front a;lkdjflk;asjf. a lot of these o.ilers fans legit do not think leon did anything wrong and that BOGGLES THE MIND! and i think this is all compounded by everyone being particularly protective over sasha, both team and fanbase, because sasha plays a controlled, smart, clean game so seeing some idiot on twt say that he deserved an elbow to the jaw.... ooh that does NOT fly with me!!! lmao!

ALSO on the note of aaron putting b.ouchard in a headlock??? that happens multiple times a game!! it is NOT aaron's fault that man was feeble and pathetic and tapped out like there was just no way his air was being cut off lmao aaron was just dragging him back from the scrummage around sasha. gus was at that same moment being headlocked and dragged back himself like??? oil fans be serious challenge failed yet again

the problem with oil fans is that they think they're special and have suffered more than god and that because the second coming of hockey jesus is on their team they deserve to win more than anyone else. and also they think they are the victims of an nhl conspiracy against them for some reason. like it is indeed delusional...

also hehe don't worry about coming to rant in my inbox <3 i love hearing people's thoughts and am always happy to be a sounding board!!

[russellbby]

Like their older brothers || Seven

Ethan Mbappé x Anisah Hakimi (OC)

Summary: When a group asks for Anisah’s number, Ethan steps in and tell them she’s taken. He then officially makes it official between them.

Requested: Yes, by anonymous: Ethan invites Anisah to "hangout" when reality it's actually really a cute date; they go to get ice cream, ice skate, get dinner, and get approached by fans who ask for Anisah’s number and Ethan says "sorry she's taken" after the fans get a photo and leave he asks her to be his girlfriend and she says yes

Words: 1.0K +

Series

It had been awhile since Achraf had told Ethan that he was allowed to take his little sister on a date. Ethan was going to ask her after training to hangout.

“You doing anything tonight?” Ethan asked as they were making their way outside as training finished. “No don’t think so, why?” Anisah asked.

“Wanna hangout? Feels like we haven’t done it in ages” Ethan replied. “Sure! Where should I meet you?” Anisah added. “Your favourite restaurant” Ethan told her.

“Is this ore than just a hangout, Eth? If is it I would of said yes anyways” She asked with a smile. “I mean you could say that if you wanted” Ethan smiled.

“Alright, a date then” Anisah added. “Be there at 5, got some other plans after too” He said. “Awh, look at you planning out everything. See you then Eth” Anisah replied as she kissed his cheek.

Ethan pulled her into a hug and kissed her forehead. “See you soon Nisa” Ethan replied.

~~

Anisah had put on some comfy clothes, as it was quite cold in Paris. The only thing is, she needed to get out and not get caught by her brother. Ethan was going to the same as well.

Anisah grabbed a little bag before she made her way towards to front door. But a voice made her turn around before leaving.

“Where are you going?” Achraf asked catching his sister before she was about to leave. “Um, I’m going out?” Anisah replied.

“I know that, but with who and what time will you be back?” Achraf added. “I ain’t telling you, and I don’t know what time I’ll be back” Anisah replied.

“Nisa, tell me who your going with!” Achraf told her. “Oh just let her live, I’m sure whoever she’s going with will bring her back at a reasonable time” Hiba said as she entered the room.

“Thank you! This is why I love her more than you!” Anisah added. “Love you more Nish” Hiba smiled. “Okay let’s not steal my wife now, you can go lil sis” Achraf replied.

“Thanks! Love you both!” Anisah called as she left. “Do you know who she’s gone out with?” Achraf asked. “Maybe a certain young Mbappé..” Hiba said.

“I need to go call Ky!” Achraf added as he went to go find his phone.

~~

“I’m sorry I’m late, I got caught leaving by Achraf” Anisah said as she sat down opposite Ethan. “I got out before Kylian saw me” Ethan added.

“Lucky, Hiba came to my rescue so I was fine then” Anisah said. The two footballers ordered their food and soon enough they were out walking around the streets in Paris.

“So, what else have you got planned then?” Anisah asked. “Ice skating and ice cream?” Ethan said which made Anisah face lit up.

“Really?! I love ice skating I haven’t been in ages!” She replied. “You’ll be good at it then” Ethan added. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you don’t fall” Anisah smiled.

They both got there and put their skates on, Anisah was the first one onto the ice. She skated back to help Ethan on the ice. Surprisingly, he got a hang of it quite quickly.

“See? It’s not that hard is it?” Anisah said. “No, I thought it would be worse than this” Ethan added. “I got a feeling that we are going to get notice her” Anisah said.

“Most likely we will” Ethan replied. They both spend quite a lot of time on the ice, eventually it was getting a bit more cold so they got off it.

Anisah and Ethan were walking around once again, and as they thought would happen, did happen. A group of boys around their age called their names.

“Can we have a photo?”

“Can you sign this for us?”

“You are exactly like your brothers!”

“Can I have your number, Anisah?”

The last question stood out to Ethan. “She’s taken sorry man” Ethan said which led to Anisah being confused but also put a smile on her face.

After they left, the two footballers walked in silence for a bit. “So, I’m taken am I?” Anisah smirked looking up at Ethan.

Ethan stopped them both and pulled Anisah into a little corner for a bit of privacy. “Nisa, I know it’s taken me a long time. We are best friends and I didn’t want to ruin anything but my feelings have grown stronger. So, will you like to be my girlfriend?” Ethan said.

“Of course I will Eth, I’ve liked you for ages as well but I didn’t want to ruin our friendship because it’s the best things that’s happened to me” Anisah replied as they leaned in and kissed.

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do that” Ethan mumbled. “Same here” Anisah whispered.

[eternally-hypothermic]

For @badthingshappenbingo : Falling through the Ice.

Running over a freezing lake, Fedyor falls through the Ice. Ivan picks up the pieces. Chapter 1/2 On Ao3 here!

Fedyor is very aware of the lake under his feet. He knows it’s there, he figures he basically knows at which point of it he is, and he knows that in theory, he’d need to get closer to the edge again, but running usually doesn’t leave a lot of options. In addition to that, he is acutely aware of several other things - one of which is the fact that he is a distraction. And that he is lighter than the heavy-booted men following him, which means he just has to be clever about where he steps to get them to break through, and run like the Fold is chasing him once they do. 

And that’s the thing - he is running one moment and then he is submerged the next, it happens so fast his stomach doesn’t flip, he doesn’t gasp, he is running and then he is gone.

Darkness envelops him. 

Has the General arrived? No, no, it’s water, he fell, he needs to- needs to fight, yes! Needs to get out, above the water he is sinking into! Think, Fedyor, think! He needs to shrug his kefta off, it’s pulling him down, he needs to get to the surface, he needs to move, he needs oxygen - he can’t breathe in water! He kicks his legs, already heavy and slowly losing all sensation, he needs to… his kefta, and he presses his psalm flat to the ice above him, trying to hold on, find purchase, anything. 

He flails, tries to fight his way to the top but there is no up, no down, only darkness. Little bubbles escape his mouth like stars, and he can’t stop thinking but he also can’t focus on what is important - he hits his head on the ice above him, once, twice, and he should use his hands but he can’t use his hands, they hurt. 

Everything hurts. 

The pain is heavy. He can’t place it because it’s everywhere, but he also can’t name it. Not stabbing, not piercing, not numbing, it’s deep, it’s everywhere, it’s so heavy. Is his whole body ice now? He can’t move so it might as well be. He can’t move his hands, or, maybe he can but it’s all too heavy. Why would he lose his kefta? He’d just be colder without it. Better to keep it on. Better to… To… His thoughts are too heavy.

Everything is. 

Why is it heavy? 

He is cold. 

His chest hurts, it’s different, and he breathes in water. For a split second, so short he can barely remember, the water offers relief. 

Maybe he is not a heartrender after all. One with the water. There is really no use to fight it - no use and no sense. A distant part of him tries to fight its way to the top of his sluggy brain, but his kefta is heavy and dragging him down, just a red splotch in a field of darkness. 

All is dark. 

Are his eyes open? Does it matter? 

He sinks.

Deeper. 

Deeper into Darkness. Cold. 

Why do they say dying hurts? Did it? He doesn’t remember. 

Doesn’t feel anything. 

Not so bad after all then. 

The world is a piercing brightness when he wakes, and before he can think of the saints or powers or darkness, he is choking, water forces its way up his throat, out, all out, and that’s just what happens. It’s all that happens. There is more, but he tries to hide back in the darkness, this heavy feeling so deep down, without pain, without anything like this, but it doesn’t come. The pain is there, the darkness isn’t, and he keeps coughing and spitting, throat already raw and hurting, head pounding, his body is useless and it just does not stop. 

Distinctly he hears someone talking, but when the water stops and he presses his eyes closed and tries too hard to go back, to hide away, a burning hot hand thaws the ice on his face. 

“Fedya?” No. No one is home, leave me be, let me go back, it hurts, all of his body hurts, it’s paralyzing pain in every inch, burning in his chest and throat and mouth and- “Won’t you look at me?” Ivan is running a hand over his wet hair and he hisses in pain, which also makes him open his eyes. 

The sky is white and he has to look away when more water and bile forces itself up his throat. It starts again. 

But this time, he disappears into the darkness and embraces it like a lover.

[kaunis-sielu]

Frozen: Phone Call

You’ve never had your phone ring in the middle of practice before. When you pull it from your pocket it’s an unknown number and you almost don’t answer. At the last second you change your mind and put the phone to your ear,

“Hello?”

“Hi, is this, um, Moxie?”

“This is she.”

“Hi, my name is Julia. I’m the nurse at Sunnydale Elementary.” Sunnydale? You’re confused, why would an elementary school be calling you? You’re not the emergency contact for any of your cousin’s kids.

“How can I help you?”

“Astrid is running a high fever and we can’t get ahold of Mr. Odinson. He has you listed as the emergency contact.” You look out on the ice where Thor is skating, he put you as the emergency contact?

“How high?”

“101.2,” oh shit, “are you able to come get her?”

“Um, okay. Her dad is on the ice right now but we’ll get someone there as soon as we can.”

“Okay thank you.” You hang up then stare down Thor. Sure enough he glances over at you and when you wave for him to come over he nods. You know you’ll have to wait for the next whistle but sure enough when it happens he skates directly to you.

“What’s wrong?” You lean in closer to him, you know he doesn’t advertise he has a daughter,

“I just got a call from Sunnydale, Astrid is running a 101.2 fever.”

“Shit.” He takes the water bottle you offer him, “my mom is out of town.”

“If Jane doesn’t mind I can go.” You tell him, and he frowns.

“Jane will mind.” He says before squirting water into his mouth. “Luckily Hela adores Astrid and she won’t give a shit.”

“Okay, I’ll let Jane know I have a family emergency and have to go.”

“Take my car. It has the car seat in it. Do you know where my keys are?”

“Left pocket.” He nods, then you turn to go.

“Kattenuge?” He says quietly stopping you, when you look back over at him and he has this soft look on his face, “Thank you.”

“Of course.” You tell him before hurrying away.

“Hey Jane?” She glances over at you in irritation. “I have a family emergency and have to go.”

“Sure. Just leave me with all the paperwork.”

“I’ll take mine. No worries, I just have to go.”

“Did Hela approve?”

“Come on Jane, it’s a family emergency.” You groan before pulling phone out of your pocket to text Hela.

Hey. A is sick and I need to go and get her. Jane is insisting I get approval from you. I’m going to delete this message and text you again.

You send a second message then,

I have a family emergency. Approval to go?

Approved.

Is all she responds, you delete the first message then show Jane.

“Here,” you show her your phone, “happy now?”

“Whatever.” You’ve tried to get along with her, you really have, but ever since Hela moved you to first line Jane had been frosty. You gather up all of your stuff and after grabbing Thor’s keys and swapping them with yours you hurry out to his car. You don’t even know what to do with a sick six year old so you call Cat on your way to Sunnydale Elementary school.

“Hey what’s up?”

“So I’m on my way to pick up, um, okay this stays between us.”

“Okay?”

“Thor has a daughter. Astrid, she’s six and I’m on my way to pick her up from school because she’s running a high fever and I’m panicking.”

“Okay, so you’re going to need to keep her hydrated, sport drinks, pop, something with sugar. Is she throwing up?”

“I don’t think so.”

“Okay, if she does the sugary drinks are going to be even more important. Help her get comfy, she’s probably going to sleep a lot. Medicine too, but you might want to check with Thor on that.”

“Thank you Cat. I know you don’t have any kids but you’ve got all those nieces and nephew.”

“Call if you need anything.”

“Thank you.” You hang up with Cat then pull into the parking lot of the elementary school.

You go into the door labeled one and push the button under the sign that says to push to ring bell.

“Hi how can I help you?”

“Hi, I’m here to pick up Astrid Odinson.”

“I’m going to have to see some ID.” You’d kind of figured that would be the case. She pushes a button that unlocks the door and you enter the school and pull your ID out of your wallet. When she looks at it then up at you,

“This doesn’t say Moxie.”

“Yea, that’s a nickname.”

“I can’t let her go with you without proper identification.”

“You all called me?”

“It’s school policy.” You can understand it but also if she was being kinder it might make this less frustrating.

“I understand that but I was called because my boyfriend’s daughter is sick and he’s on the ice.”

“That isn’t my problem. He should’ve put your legal name.” She says without looking at you. You pull your phone out and call Hela.

“What’s wrong?”

“They won’t let me take her because my ID doesn’t say Moxie and he put Moxie on the form.”

“Who the fuck is actually named Moxie?”

“I know right. I hate to bother you but can you get to him?”

“Yes, this is ridiculous.” She says, “not you honey.” Hela tells you, you actually think she might be the biggest fan of your and Thor’s relationship. “I’ll have him call you back.”

“Just have him call the school.”

“Okay.” She hangs up then and you move into the part of the office that leads to a hallway. What you don’t expect is to see Astrid, sitting with her coat on looking miserable. When her gaze meets yours she hops off her chair and comes toward you.

“Hi Kanin,” you say using the nickname her dad often uses for her.

“Moxie I wanna go home.” The woman at the desk gets up but Astrid gets to you first and clings tightly to you.

“I know Honey but we need your dad to call first.”

“He needs to come in. Astrid you need to go back to the nurse.” The woman snaps trying to take her hand but Astrid only clings more tightly to you and cries.

“Do not touch her.” You say firmly, “clearly I’m a caring adult to her. She called me Moxie, her dad will be calling to say she can come with me.” Sure enough the phone rings and when the woman goes to answer it she glares over at you. Why can’t any of this be easy?

“Sunnydale elementary.” She listens, “No, Mr. Odinson she isn’t on the list.” There’s another pause, “her ID doesn’t match the name we have. So I cannot. You’ll have to come in.” You sigh heavily and lead Astrid to a chair and sit down.

“Do you wanna take off your coat Kanin?”

“No.”

“Okay.” You just hold her in your lap and rock her gently, you get a text from Thor that tells you he’s on his way and he’s furious.

You’ve only seen Thor angry on the ice, it’s kind of a glorious thing so you’re expecting this woman, who admittedly is only doing her job to protect Astrid but is being such a bitch about it, to be surprised.

You see your car pull in and sure enough he looks livid as he stalks toward the building. He pushes the button and the woman lets him in.

“Mr. Odinson, her name isn’t on the list.”

The woman says primly, she’s unaware of the fury behind Thor’s eyes.

“This, is some,” he glances over at you and Astrid and lowers his voice, “utter bullshit. Your building called my girlfriend who left work to come get my daughter and just because I put her freaking nickname down you won’t let Astrid go? She isn’t on the do not allow list! You literally called her! So she had to call my sister to get me, to miss work, to drive all the way down here for fu-freaking nothing? My child is sick.”

“Mr. Odinson, we are just trying to keep Astrid safe.”

“It’s the attitude I’m unhappy with.” He snaps and she blinks up at him in surprise. “Now, you know this woman is allowed to take Astrid this shit does not happen again.” He growls, “Kattenuge.” You stand, still holding Astrid. “I can take her if you don’t mind taking her bags.”

“Okay.” You pass over Astrid who snuggles her face into Thor’s shoulder.

“Thank you.” He says softly holding a hand out for yours, you weave your fingers together then head out of the school.

“I’m sorry about all of this Moxie.” He says softly as you walk out to where your cars are.

“It’s okay.”

“It’s not. You took time off to help me and Astrid and you get treated like shit for it.”

“Let’s just be grateful that the school takes security so serious and focus on taking care of your little girl.” He hums softly, “Do you want to switch cars?”

“Oh, right. Will you come over?”

“If you don’t mind me doing some paperwork while I’m there.” You tell him unlocking his car and pulling open Astrid’s door. Once he has her buckled in he closes the door and turns back to you. He looks so upset you lean into him and hug him tightly. Thor’s arms wrap around you and you feel him sigh heavily,

“Sorry, Kattenuge.”

“For what?” You ask not moving.

“I just, I hate when she’s sick and I get a little overprotective.”

“You’re her dad, and a good one at that. It’s only natural that you’d get over protective of her.”

“Thank you.” He murmurs and you tilt your head back and he presses a kiss to your lips. “I’ll see you at home?”

“I just need to go pick up some stuff from home. Call me if you need anything.”

“Just need you Kattenuge.”

🏒🏒🏒

This is a series of one shots. If you have any suggestions or ideas for Thor and Moxie please let me know.

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[allandoflimbo]

I  C  E    P R I N C E S S  8

Pairings: Popular Girl!Reader x Outkast!Bucky

Explicit Content - Smut - NO MINORS

Summary:

Bucky Barnes is the quiet boy who gets picked on.

The Reader and her friends run with the popular crowd at Stark High.

As the Winter Ball approaches, she is partnered with Bucky Barnes for a class project. They grow close in an inadvertently secret friendship, which later turns into love.

Only catch is…she’s Steve Roger’s ex girlfriend, and before she was partnered up with Bucky, her friends had planned to use and turn Bucky into Stark High’s new it boy to try and get back at Steve; a disgusting bet.

Another catch: She’s a figure skater at the town’s arena every Tuesday and Thursday nights. Bucky works part time at the rink resurfacing the ice. The other doesn’t know.

Modern AU High School fic - later goes into adulthood.

M A S T E R P A G E - FULL SERIES

Warnings: This story will have a lot of angst, a lot of fluff, a lot of cursing, and a lot of sex. Oral, praise kink, body worship, overstimulation, etc. you know me. There will also be loss of virginity in this.

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"Like I said, I have to be out of there by seven again today."

"Can't you just quit your job?"

Bucky smiles at you so hard his eyes squint.

You have to bite your lip and look away.

"You're silly." He says quietly.

You shrug with a smile.

"Come on, today's lesson is actually really fun."

He's already packing up.

"I know, but I can't I'm sorry." When he sees your puppy dog eyes staring up at him, he considers telling you the truth.

You catch the look on his face immediately. He's holding something back that he doesn't want to hold onto.

"What is it?" You ask quietly, this time more concerned.

He sighs.

"My mom. You saw her. She has cystic fibrosis. She also has a lot of bills that my dad can't handle on his own, no matter how much he tries to tell me he can." He says.

It clicks in your head.

"You work to help pay for her medical bills."

Bucky nods.

"Yeah. So you can see why I can't stay, no matter how much I'd really like to."

His words make your tummy flutter and you both clear your throat.

"I understand." You gesture to the desk, "Don't forget the quiches I made for your parents. I'll see you at school tomorrow, Bucky."

He looks at the quiches and back to you and something happens.

His heart flutters.

Shit.

"Bye, Y/N/." He grabs his little container, the one from the same set that you have ready for him almost every week.

When he's outside your door, he takes in a deep breath.

Shit. Shit.

The mystical music was playing again. It wasn't the same song, but it had to be the same girl.

At first, he had been okay with it and he admired it, but now he was kind of getting annoyed.

He could've spent an extra hour with you if he had known this girl would be back here again tonight.

His heart skips at realizing the thought that just ran through his mind.

He feels his nerves pick up and he finds himself walking to the direction of the music, preparing to ask this girl if this would now be an every day occurrence for her, and also how did she have the permission to have it all to herself in the first place.

He walks into the arena.

This time, all the lights are off except for the one directly on the ice itself.

Crap. He forgot how good this girl was.

How captivating her movements were.

She's dancing gracefully, skating her heart and soul out. The music's just about to hit its peak when she turns around in his direction, and his heart just about beats out of his chest.

Even more so when your eyes meet his.

It was you.

Something happens to him in that insistence. Something changes.

He can hear his blood in his ears and the heaviness in his chest and it consumes him.

Little did he know that the same exact things were happening to you as you stared back at him.

You're both just standing there looking at each other when, finally, you're the first to speak up.

"Did you follow me?" But he can't hear you over the music. He can't hear you over his racing heart. You skate over to your wireless speaker next to your phone that's on the ledge and pause it. It's dead silent as you watch him come down the steps closer to you. You look up again once your Spotify app is closed, "Did you follow me?" You ask again.

He eyes you up and down in a way that sends shivers down your spine.

That look on his face did something to you.

"No, I work here." He says. His voice is a rumble as he says it.

You look at him properly now that he's close to you.

How have you never noticed how hot he was?

Or did you always notice but it just felt different this time?

Was it the way he was looking at you?

Was it because this is the first person outside your family who ever saw you skate before?

Which one was it?

You feel your cheeks heat up instantly and you clear your throat and look away.

"Oh." You say.

Bucky looks down and bites his bottom lip.

"Yeah." He whispers back, trying to still force that feeling away. Whatever that feeling even was.

He looks up at you through his lashes.

"What exactly do you do?" You ask him with a squint.

He quickly catches onto your playful tone. You were teasing him to see if he really did work here and wasn't lying.

He gives you a light chuckle.

"I clean the ice."

"With the zamboni?"

"No, manually. Just two days a week." You hum a response. He tilts his head at you when you get a certain look on your face, like you were up to something, "What?" He asks.

"Grab a pair of skates." You say.

He raises both his brows at you.

"Excuse me?"

You motion with your head to the cabinet of skates, trying to hide your growing smile as much as you could.

"You're skating with me. I need to practice and since you're here, we'll make the most of it." You answer. Bucky's gone pale now. He looks physically and literally terrified. Especially when you start skating backwards, eyes still glue on him like a prey. "Come on, hurry up." You add.

"No, I don't..." his voice trails off as he watches you move and he gulps, "I don't skate. I don't know how." His voice is timid is he says it.

He really was afraid.

"I'll teach you. I promise, you'll be safe with me."

Bucky thinks about this.

He really does.

He knows he's screwed the second you gave him those little puppy dog eyes of yours again.

___

If someone could take a photo right now of this moment, you would thank them for the rest of your life.

There was nothing funnier than seeing Bucky holding onto the edge of the wall of the rink for his dear life, his eyes squinting together, and his legs going in opposite directions and out of control.

Eventually he was able to get them straight but he still held onto the wall.

"Bucky. You work in an ice rink and you don't know how to skate?"

"I wear ice shoes! Not two pieces of sharp metal!" He shouts, "I'm not crazy." He mumbles the last part.

You smile and skate over to him.

He relaxes just slightly when he feels you come up behind him. Your hands go to his arms and he feels the goosebumps on his skin. He feels them even more when you drag your hands to his waist, your front flush up against him.

His heart speeds up.

What were you doing?

He feels you tug him back.

"No!" He shouts, hands tightening on the wall.

"Bucky! You're not going to fall, I promise. We'll go slow, okay? You can hold my hand and the other can stay on the wall."

He closes his eyes again and takes a few deep breaths.

"Promise?"

You chuckle.

"I promise."

"It's not funny. Don't laugh." Your face goes serious in a millisecond and you make it into a serious pout. You shake your head for added effect.

"It's not funny." You repeat his words back to him and tug him once more, "Come on."

Slowly, but surely, he turns until he is next to you.

His left hand stays on the wall, but his right one quickly finds your hand.

He holds you tight.

"Relax. Shhh." You tell him, trying to ignore the way his skin feels soft against yours, "Just don't think about it. We'll move and talk. That's all."

It takes him a few deep breaths for him to finally take his first glide.

You show him the proper way.

He's a few feet from where you both were when you turn to look at him. Your heart flutters as you feel his fingers tightening over the back of your hand.

"I used to be scared, too. Right after the accident," his hand squeezes yours again in response, "Our car slid on black ice and we hit a snow bank." He looks over to look at you as you continue, "I still get scared sometimes, especially when I have those memories," you look at him and your eyes meet, "but there is something that feels so amazing about conquering the thing that has also destroyed something in your life."

You look away and continue to skate slowly.

"Have you always been a figure skater?" He asks.

"Yeah, since I was a little girl. My parents always wanted me to go to the Olympics."

He senses your tone and he looks down at the ice.

"But it's not what you want." It's a statement.

You shake your head.

"No. No it's not."

He gives you another squeeze.

"What is it that you want?" He asks you so quietly you almost don't hear him.

"I've applied to some schools. Then, I want to go to med school. I know it's random but I'd love to maybe see if I can be an Anesthesiologist. Maybe."

He wasn't expecting that. It was oddly specific.

"Is there something specific about it that intrigues you?"

You smile, and he swears he can see your eye twinkle.

"Did you know that in open heart surgery, they use ice to stop your heart?"

Bucky swallows and shakes his head.

"No," you feel him run this thumb over the back of your hand, "What else?"

"The power of the drugs is beyond earthly. People don't realize much power is an anesthesiologist's hand. It's amazing what they do, but it's also amazing how much they contribute to saving someone's life. Especially in trauma cases."

He gets it.

Your brother.

"You should go after it." He tells you.

You feel a hot flush on your neck and you smile.

"How about you?"

"I have never figure skated once in my life." Bucky starts, and it makes you laugh. It makes him laugh too.

"I mean after graduation."

You both skate for a few more seconds in silence before he responds.

"Yale. Law and Journalism."

"Wow."

"Carrerr goal is news anchor and journalist correspondent for the white house."

You just know you have the funniest look on your face right now.

"Damn. That's very oddly specific but also very prestigious? I don't even know. How do you even get into that?"

He squeezes your hand again.

"Get my undergraduate at Yale, transfer to Fordham University back at home. After my attorney license, work on my journalism degree. Meanwhile interning local news places and then trying to make my way up. It'll be hard but I'll try. Even if it's a secret service job, I'll be fine with that."

"That sounds like you have it all planned out." You say.

He shrugs.

"I try to be optimistic in a world that's ready to hand you nothing but shit."

He doesn't realize he made a full round in the rink until now.

You're reaching for his other hand with your other free one and you're pulling him closer into the center of the rink.

He's too distracted to tell.

"Tell me more." You tell him.

"I miss New York." You start to very slowly spin him in a wide circle, "I'm going back for the summer, right before college."

You grin.

"You're gonna tell everyone there how a girl in a small town taught you how to ice skate?"

He squeezes his eyes at you playfully.

"Maybe."

You pull his arm a little farther away from yours and his eyes go wide.

"Y/N." His voice is a warning tone.

"I'm not letting go," you keep the tips of your fingers connected. You turn around and start pulling him behind you, "Just concentrate on anything else, don't think too hard,"

"I'll be thinking too hard about how i'll get back at you when you make me fall."

Your eyes are closed and you're still pulling him behind you, a big smile on your face.

"Just relax!"

"You're really enjoying this, aren't you?" His tone is fearful but his laughter is heartfelt and loud.

"So are you."

You keep speeding up bit by bit.

"I can't, you're going too fast—"

"—It's fine, we are not—"

Before you can finish, a big wall of muscle hits you from behind and you're toppling forward onto the ground.

It hurt.

You're wondering why he hasn't said anything, when instead you realize your moans of pain aren't just yours. You also feel the heat over your body, consuming you entirely.

Opening your eyes, you look up to see Bucky laying on top of you, his mouth leveled with your forehead.

When his eyes open and he stares down at you, your breath skips and you see how blue his eyes really were.

You're both staring at each other breathing hard when the moment is ruined by your skate hitting his shin.

He moans again and then laughs into the crook of your neck.

"Ouch." His hand goes to your waist and he squeezes you there, "You alright?"

You can only nod, not trusting your voice to speak.

What was happening?

It takes him a deep breath and few moments to finally fully himself off of you.

When you sit up on your elbows you see him already sitting with his back against the wall.

"You okay?" You ask him, trying to contain your emotions as best as you could.

"I'll stick to my ice shoes." He says.

You chuckle and rest your forehead on your knees to catch your breath.

He watches you, instantly very afraid of the foreign feeling he's never felt before but had only seen in movies.

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[ace-malarky]

Feathers

hhh ok hi we're trying this?

writing

I'm gonna start sharing the prompt pieces anyway because I keep talking about all these characters but I don't exactly talk talk so. here.

(just going with the ones I've written this year at least lmao bc some of them sure do be Old as Shit)

Judge these dumbasses for yourself

~~

Kari stood amongst the old support pillars (that no one could convince her weren't gravestones in disguise) and peered into the sky in the hopes of one last look. One last flash of blue and white.

Thornton sighed behind her. "I think we'd best be getting home."

Jen started to whine at her, but cut off in a yawn.

The police officer – Ifernia had invited her? And the nurse? - rubbed at her eyes and sighed and shook her head. "I can give you and the bairns a lift back to the car park."

"That would be perfect. Kari, meet us back there, alright?"

"Sure," Kari replied, not really paying attention. She was still scanning the sky.

"I'll move my bike so you can get out," Ash said, following Cooper back towards the track.

"Always wanted to ride in the back of a police car," Mark said.

“So now you have the opportunity, please don’t do anything to end up in one after this.” Thornton glanced back at Kari, before ushering the younger kids down the track.

“Is that just while I’m in your care…?” Mark laughed, fading out of earshot.

“So she’s actually gone,” Katie murmured, standing beside Kari. “I’m sorry I couldn’t get here sooner, but...” She trailed off.

“Looks like it.” Seb turned to lean against one of the pillars. “Kari?”

“Yeah.” Kari squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head. “Yeah, she’s gone.” She thought she would feel something when Ifernia left. Like a jolt, or a wave, or the world setting right. Some bullshit like that.

She didn’t feel anything but cold.

“What did she give you?” Katie asked.

Kari looked down to find herself turning the feather over in her hands. Deep blue like Ifernia’s wings. A memento, she guessed.

“I still can’t believe it’s all real,” Katie murmured. “That she really - really had wings. Really came from another world.”

“Well, there’s your proof.” Kari passed her the feather.

Katie turned it over in her hand. “What happens now?” She handed it back.

“No idea.” Kari snorted. “Don’t look at me.”

“Practice,” Seb said. “There’s always a lot of that.”

“And for those of us who don’t cut a dash on the ice?”

“I never said it was skating practice,” Seb replied, nudging Kari’s shoulder.

“Right, yeah, ‘cause that isn’t everything to you.” Kari shifted away from him. He was trying to repair it, she knew, but-

Seb sighed. “I’m sorry-”

“Don’t-” Kari started.

“Let’s not start anything.” Katie interrupted them both. “This was about saying goodbye to Ifernia.”

“Right.” Kari nodded, glancing sideways at Katie. And she’d been late for that, like she’d been thinking of not coming.

“C’mon, kids,” Ash called. “Need to leave about now.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Kari glanced back up at the sky, at the clouds. No glimpse of them. The only thing left was the feather in her hand.

“Bye, Ifernia,” she murmured, and turned to follow Seb and Katie down to the path.

“I can still hang out with you. Right?” Katie asked, playing with the fingers of her gloves.

“Course.” Kari nodded. “Yeah, absolutely.”

“Birds of a feather and all that.” Seb grinned.

“Sometimes, Seb, I wonder why we’re friends.” Kari glanced at him, but she was trying not to grin.

“Because you love me,” he replied, then froze. “That is-”

There were two ways this could go, but - Kari was tired. So, so tired. “Yep, that’s gotta be it.” She tapped him in the shoulder with her fist. They could work things over.

Seb smiled at her, nervous. Biting his lip. “So-”

“You’re still a jerk. But I think that bird has flown.” Kari grinned.

[starscelly]

anyone want an essay on how i think/interpret Miro as just a Guy rather than miro the player, wrote on 23hrs of no sleep and having not read it over once since? bon appetite.

so. if you know/follow me you know i am a Big miro heiskanen guy. occasionally to a deranged level. and as much as i feel the need to scream about him every .5 seconds i do in fact have to confess. i have no fucking idea what his personality is. like he’s so insanely quiet and/or professional in everything he does that im like ok, but who the hell is miro the Guy.

and initially i put all of this on language barrier stuff - typically, guys who have super strong accents or not the best english tend to be more comfortable in interviews with their first language. and miro for sure is! but it’s not stuff you couldn’t pick up on from his english interviews or even watching him on the ice. whether its in finnish, english, or the universal body language, at first look miro is a pretty standard hockey player: he’s pretty quiet, has no problem chirping the guys in his circle, and is nauseatingly humble. he stumbles through the same interview clichés, he doesn’t go out of his way to pick fights or get physical - will typically avoid it, even - and he doesn’t tend to get super yappy towards other players or refs. if a little scrum doesn’t directly involve him, he’ll skate in to get his guy or break it up, but he almost never even Looks at what’s happening (i’ve noticed he just looks down at the ice a lot if he has to step into commotion near the net or anything). like he is the most normal, boring man in the world seemingly. minus a few more yappy angry moments this season. he just seems happy to be here and ruin the lives of the opposing team all the while being like :| :\ !!!

but like. obviously i would not be making this post if thats all i had to say lol. when i’ve heard the term “quiet confidence” used to describe guys its… well its quiet in the way every hockey player HAS to be quiet. like they’re quietly confident because they know if they go in front of the media and say they know how amazing they are, someone online will immediately call them full of themselves and talk shit and scrutinize. the sport is team-first occasionally to a fault, we all know this. but if the behavior of a lot of guys in this league can be described as quiet confidence? miro’s confidence is silent. everyone on this team will talk about how they’ll lay down their lives for him. kill for him, probably. but you will almost definitely not directly hear the words “i am the best defenseman” coming from his mouth, no matter the context.

but you do, you do hear hints of it if you really listen. you hear it in the “i know when i play well” line he gave razor. you hear it in the not hesitating or being nervous to say “i was happy with my defense. it was defensively my best season”. you hear it in that one postgame where he says he had robo swap places with him because miro knew he was a stronger skater and would do better going backwards. you see it in the way he saw the panic from losing one of their highest scoring defensemen, their “top dog” dman, and can tell in the change in his play that he just knew he had to take up the mantle, he was gonna be The Guy with nobody else to fall back on, there couldn’t possibly be another option. and he’s succeeded TREMENDOUSLY at this, for the record. i’m sure there are others for it, but i feel like one of the reasons he never gets big with cellying is because he thinks he just did what was expected of him, why would he go crazy over something he knew he could do. in an nhlwam he talked about scoring more this season (outright saying he needed to be better about getting points for the norris btw) not as if it was a goal to work towards, but as if it was something set in stone, definitely going to happen. hell, even when hes getting chirped (by calling him attractive. a very hockey chirping) for looking like leonardo dicaprio, he doesn’t default to “ahhh nooo…” or “yeah right”, he says “no, nobody made fun of it. i guess they liked the pictures”. it’s never loud, he’s never boasting, he’s just very sure in his own abilities and doesn’t feel the need to brag about things he thinks should be expected for him anyways, or things he already knows he’s good at. like its a given. silent confidence.

i think it’s very very easy when guys are as quiet as miro is to write them off as. i dont want to talk specifically abt fic characterization so know that that’s not the context of how im talking abt this lol i just cant think of a better word. but its easy to act like he’s “submissive” almost. like i feel like there’s this underlying narrative of allowing himself to get pushed around by older defensemen and whatever. but i dont see that? not in that like. i think there’s fights in the fuckin locker room or something. but i get the vibe if he wanted to say something, he would. we’ve seen him yap at refs when absolutely necessary (hell. we saw him hit one and get away with it somehow lmfao), i personally can’t stop thinking of the lack of hesitation from him to call out / make fun of suter in an interview with kivi (in a lighthearted way, on a non-hockey related matter but still an embarrassing one tbh).

i feel like we all get this idea in our heads when people are placed in positions like his - initially as second priority to klinger, and then constantly being stuck with a liability on his d pairing - that they probably just get like. "oh this sucks, but i cant pick a fight about it, for team dynamics/coach respect/whatever". but i do think miro just. genuinely is not worried with it. he knows his own ability and cannot be bothered by whatever else is around him. which im not saying as a defense of the some of the…. defensive coaching decisions. but i do seriously think he doesn’t even care. not in an apathetic way, but in a complete confidence that he’ll be able to handle whatever it is way.

[morpholomeg]

I love ur Morphology series, it’s one of my fav daemon AUs. I was wondering if you could tell us ur headcanon for each of the Avengers daemons? Even the ones that aren’t written like Thor and Bruce?

And if ur ever inspired to keep writing- I’ll definitely be reading!

Confession: part three of the trilogy (yes, it was originally a trilogy) was going to be a rewrite of Avengers Assemble and I wrote so. much. of it. I think I've got about 10k of it done, but I haven't touched it in absolute years.

Given that the chances of me ever finishing it are... next to nil, have a snippet for each of the Avengers about their daemons:

Steve:

In a classified location somewhere near Greenland, a woman and her dæmon sat in a truck, freezing.

“All I’m saying is that they shouldn’t have sent people with cold-blooded dæmons to the damn North Pole.”

Alison sighed. “Shut up, Logas.”

The lizard stuck his head out of the top of her coat to poke his tongue out at her, then quickly decided this was a bad move and ducked back down to take advantage of her body heat.

“How long do we have to be here?” he whined, his voice muffled.

Alison wasn’t particularly enjoying herself either, but when someone told you that you were on a mission to finally bring Captain America’s body home, it was kind of hard to say no. At least she wasn’t out on the ice, digging. Those guys all had big useful dæmons like huskies. Alison was just the mortician, with a useless, whiny tree lizard to keep her company as they waited to have something to do. Still, this was important, and at least it made a change from the monotony of her autopsy lab back in New York.

She was about to tell Logas something along those lines when she became aware of the raised voices outside. “Wait, I think they’ve found him.”

She got out of the truck, wincing as she did so and wishing she’d kept moving around. There was real commotion now, people yelling and running around.

“What’s happening?” Alison shouted, moving towards the plane where it poked out of the ground. “Agent Beckett?”

Beckett was staggering away from the plane, and Alison would have bet decent amounts that if it weren’t for the wind burn on his cheeks he would have been white as a sheet. His dæmon, an Arctic fox, was hopping up at his knees.

“Agent Beckett, are you alright?” Alison asked.

His eyes refocused on her. “Agent Newbury. Tell me you’ve got actual medical training.”

She blinked. “Yeah, I just got fed up of patients dying on me. Why, someone hurt?”

“We found his dæmon in the ice,” Beckett said.

Alison stared. That sentence just didn’t compute. “His dæmon - you mean Captain America’s dæmon? But that means-”

“He’s alive,” said Beckett. “He must be alive. Shit, it’s been sixty seven years, and he’s alive.”

Alison took a deep breath and immediately regretted it as the cold air bit at her throat. “Well,” she said. “Guess I’d best make sure he doesn’t die on me.”

~

“Welcome to your new apartment,” said Agent Morse.

Steve glanced around. It was a decent, bland sort of space, much bigger than he really needed, although smaller than the cabin in the woods where they’d put him for a few weeks. “Thank you, ma’am.”

“Sure,” said Morse. She was smiling professionally, and her bird dæmon chirruped happily from atop her shoulder. It made the facial bruising and the broken arm look weirdly incongruous. “So, bedroom, bathroom, kitchen/diner. Plus, there’s a gym in the basement, and the phone line and internet have all been set up - you know what that is?” she checked.

“They gave me a lot of books to read when I was recuperating,” he said. “One of them was called Computers for Dummies.”

Sigouria huffed at the reminder, and Steve saw Agent Morse look down at her. When he caught her looking, she ducked her head a little, but didn’t blush.

“Sorry,” she said brightly. “Just - your dæmon. She looks more like a husky than an Alaskan malamute.”

Steve closed his eyes for a moment. Here we go again.

“She’s a Siberian husky,” he said. “I’m told that soon after I - well, apparently it wasn’t acceptable for Captain America to have a Russian breed for a dæmon.”

Morse’s eyes narrowed. “Alaska didn’t even join the Union until the sixties.”

“1959,” Steve corrected. “Anyway, the history books aren’t too clear on when they made the change.”

“You’re well-informed,” she noted.

“Like I said, ma’am, they gave me a lot of books.”

Books, a computer, and an internet connection. When Steve began to suspect that SHIELD had carefully limited his reading material, he’d felt frustrated until he stumbled onto the chapter of his computer textbook about search engines and realised that the internet couldn’t be limited. He’d augmented his curriculum with Google and Wikipedia, until he couldn’t face any more. The conflict with Russia. The interventions in Lebanon, Panama, Libya. War with Korea, with Vietnam, with Iraq, with Afghanistan.

And Sigouria rewritten.

In all the fiction created about him during the War, all the propaganda he’d helped spread, they’d never touched Sigouria. Sure, they'd talked about her, said she was a sign of the man inside. They'd had nothing but good things to say about Sig: a big, strong, dog dæmon, always the sign of the perfect soldier, even when paired with a scrawny nothing like Steve. She’d only become embarrassing during the Cold War, but that gave the American public a good long time to get it into their heads that Captain America had a perfectly North American dæmon. Morse was the fourth person to accuse him of being a fraud because of Sigouria. 

Her dæmon leaned into her ear and whispered, “Could be genuine.”

Steve smiled blandly. “If it helps either way, you should know that the serum gave me extra sharp hearing.”

She gave up the pretense then. “Look, Captain, you have to realise how good this timing is. SHIELD’s been encountering potential superheroes consistently for a few years now, and none of them are under government control. You resurfacing, just after the Senate pitches a fit about Stark, the Army about Banner, SHIELD about that whole crisis in New Mexico-” She cut herself off with a shake of the head, preventing him from asking for an explanation. “You turned up just when the country needed a clean-cut, well-behaved hero. It’s much easier to believe you’re a fake than to accept the idea that you were suddenly discovered in the ice after seventy years.”

That had Sigouria on her feet and moving in front of Steve, but the little bird didn’t falter, safe on his perch.

Steve didn’t know what to say. He fell back on a platitude. “Well, I’ll try to live up to that.”

Morse sighed. "I'm sure you will. And if you really are him, I should probably say - I'm sorry for your loss."

Steve's throat tightened as she left, and Sig growled at the closed door.

“Don’t,” he said. “She’s only telling us the truth.”

“And doesn’t that make a change,” Sig replied.

~

I don't think it's explicit in those snippets - Sigouria was frozen just slightly too far away from Steve, resulting in the same sort of stretching that Natasha was forced to undergo as a child. That, coupled with waking up in the future, is inducing pretty serious depression in Steve. Poor love. Sigouria comes from the Greek for confidence/safety.

~

Bruce:

The man who arrived at the hut was not charitable to Natasha. He was wary, and wily with it, and his capuchin dæmon fidgeted constantly, swinging up to Banner’s neck and then skittering down to the floor again, staying way back from Cassum. When Natasha brought up an image of the Tesseract on her phone, Banner took it easily enough, but the monkey screeched as it came too close to the threat.

“So Fury isn’t after the monster?” Banner asked.

Natasha smiled. “Not that he’s told me.”

“And he tells you everything?”

Oh, he was good. Untrained, but any cornered animal would bite back. Natasha pointedly did not glance at Cassum. “Talk to Fury, he needs you on this.”

Banner moved forward. “He needs me in a cage?”

Cassum was quivering; Natasha could feel it. “No one’s gonna put you in a-”

“Stop lying to me!”

In the blink of an eye, Natasha had a gun aimed directly between his eyes, and Cassum was a cheetah, poised and bristling, trembling.

The little monkey screeched again in alarm, but Banner just moved back a little. He was almost laughing, looking at Cassum with greed, curiosity, utterly fearless. “So, are you a science experiment too?”

Natasha didn’t say anything; nor did she lower her gun.

“I’m sorry, that was mean. I just wanted to see what you’d do.” His eyes flicked between her and Cassum, and then back again. “Fight and flight both.”

Natasha relaxed her grip slightly. “I like to cover my bases.”

Banner smiled. “So do I. Why don’t we do this the easy way, where you don’t use that and the other guy doesn’t make a mess? Okay, Natasha?”

Patronising. Informal. Still testing her. She raised a hand to the comm concealed under her hair. “Stand down, we’re good here.”

And now Banner was truly amused. “Just you and me?”

Natasha breathed out slowly, aware that it was a tell. “I like to cover my bases.” The monkey was edging closer to Cassum, who stayed stock still. “So, Bruce. Are you coming with us?”

“You understand that I’ll run at the slightest provocation,” he said.

Natasha nodded. “We’ll do our best not to provoke you. Or him.”

The capuchin was inches away from Cassum, who finally stepped back. The monkey chittered in triumph and scrambled back towards Banner.

Natasha smiled. “Well. Shall we?”

And Hulk:

“I’m okay,” Natasha said. She swallowed to wet her throat, and then looked across at Bruce Banner, and that goddamn capuchin dæmon. “We’re okay, right?”

But Banner’s pain was inscribed clearly on his face, and the dæmon was screeching. Cassum became a husky, startlingly like Rogers’s dæmon, and slowly, carefully, began shifting the debris off of Natasha’s trapped body.

“Doctor…” No response, no use appealing to dignity, too far gone. “Bruce, you gotta fight it. This is just what Loki wants.” No response, logic no longer helpful. “We’re gonna be okay, listen to me.”

Two agents were coming up to check on them, but Thea was on it. “Go! Go!” she hissed.

The monkey screamed at her.

“We’re gonna be okay, alright?” Natasha continued, knowing the desperation was bleeding through. “I swear on my life, I will get you out of this, you will walk away, and-”

“Your life?!”

“Bruce,” she said, but it was too late.

"Thea, go!" Natasha yelled. "Get out now, go to Coulson!"

The man was roaring as he became the monster, but his dæmon screamed, a high-pitched sound that deepened as the monkey grew. It writhed in agony - or so Natasha supposed - and this was bizarre, this was a twisted mockery of how dæmons were supposed to change. This dæmon did not flick from one form to the next, but tore itself apart in order to expand. Its fur darkened until it was pitch black, and two tusks pushed themselves out of the lower jaw, forcing the face to distort until it looked more like a gorilla. The tail retracted, but not fully, leaving a stump extending from the base of its spine.

Did this thing understand the great taboo? Or would it tear Natasha apart before Banner even had to get himself free of the wreckage pinning them both down?

And then with one last great shove, Cassum had her free, and they were pelting away.

I never quite settled on a name for Bruce's daemon - I felt that what with his self-hatred, he probably never addressed his daemon out loud, so I didn't really need to know a name. I was leaning towards male gender.

~

Tony & Pepper (the scene where Coulson visits the Tower - Thea was not affected by Loki possessing Clint, so she's tagging along):

"Security breach," Stark blurted, but Potts was already coming forward as they left the elevator.

"Phil, hi," she said with a smile. Her bird dæmon fluttered down to greet Alevrie but jerked back and chirped in alarm when he saw Thea. Potts' smile faltered. "And, um."

"Ms Potts, this is Thea," Coulson said smoothly. "Thea, Pepper Potts, CEO Stark Industries."

"Tony Stark, Iron Man," Stark butted in. "Great, we all know each other, so now I can ask what the hell, Agent?"

Thea was watching Potts' dæmon. A northern lapwing, she thought, and clearly very unsettled. He was edging back towards his human, unlike Stark's dæmon, a margay, who was growling and baring her teeth, almost pulling Stark forward as she stalked towards the intruders.

"Thea is the dæmon of a trusted agent," said Coulson. "Mr Stark, you need to get up to speed on our current situation; we're bringing you in."

He tried to hand him a tablet, but Stark lifted his hands and stepped back. "No, you're not. Firstly, I thought you didn't want me in your little boyband-"

"The Avengers Initiative?" Potts said faintly, before catching herself. "Not that I know anything about that."

"-said I didn't play well with others-"

"That bit I did know," Potts remarked.

"-and secondly, can we get back to the trained rabbit?"

"Jackrabbit," Thea corrected.

The lapwing let out a weak chirp and flew up to Potts' shoulder, but the margay sprang forwards with claws unsheathed, only stopping a couple of feet away from Thea. Thea stood her ground, aware of Alevrie tensing.

"So you are a dæmon," Stark said, fixing her with an intense stare.

Thea's nose twitched. "Sure am."

Potts had her free hand held to her mouth. "Sorry," she said. “We're being awfully rude.”

“We are?”

"If we can get to the point," Coulson said, holding out the tablet again.

"I hate being handed things," Stark rebuffed.

Potts took a quick breath, plastered on a smile. "Well, I love being handed things, so let's trade." She handed her champagne glass to Coulson, took the tablet and then pressed it into Stark's hands, taking his glass in turn.

Once Stark got the tablet lit up and connected to his holographic displays, it clearly only took him a second to clock the image of Thea and Clint, but to her surprise it was the margay who spoke up.

“You’re Hawkeye’s,” she said. Her voice was coarse, somehow sharp, sort of like the way that Stark stared.

Potts glanced at her, but didn’t flinch again, so clearly Stark’s dæmon often spoke in her own right.

“Born that way, yeah,” Thea agreed.

“And look at that,” Stark continued, still pointing at the screen. “Our favourite Agent Romanoff with a wolf dæmon I distinctly remember her not having when she was my fake PA. Pepper, you remember Miss Rushman’s sleek little Siamese cat, don’t you?”

Potts looked ready to faint all over again as she moved to his side, staring at the screen. “You mean that wasn’t her dæmon? Is she-”

“Agent Romanoff’s dæmon never settled,” Coulson broke in, sounding as calm and diplomatic as ever.

“Impossible,” the margay snapped, but Stark snapped right back: “Improbable.”

Thea wanted to roll her eyes. “Find it kinda funny that there’s a video of a giant green monster up there and you’re focusing on me and Cassum.”

Potts looked straight to the Hulk, but Stark shook his head. “Human bias. Giant green monsters - completely alien. Muck with something you thought you knew - that captures the attention.”

“You might want to reconsider your use of the word alien,” said Coulson. "Our antagonist doesn't even have a dæmon."

Tony's daemon is a margay called Zoirotita which gets shortened to Roti (it annoyed his father no end that a daemon named for vibrancy got nicknamed after a flatbread). Pepper's lapwing is called Bahariko, which just means spice.

~

(Quick bonus Tony:

"Deploy. Deploy!" he shouted. "Roti, get ready!"

And there was the suit, finally, clinging to him in bits and pieces, encasing him, but Roti wasn't in position, of course she wasn't, she was below him, but what the fuck, why the panic, she was a cat -

She landed heavily but on her feet, just before Tony scooped her straight back up, tucking her under his right arm.

"I need to be a fucking bird!" she yelled.

"We need to revisit Iron Cat," Tony corrected.)

You don't know how long I spent wondering how Iron Cat worked.

~

Thor & Loki:

Back on the now-crowded jet, Steve was ready to settle in for a tense and uncomfortable flight, when suddenly Thor beamed.

“I know this one!” he announced. “Little Thea the far-hearing. Where is your other half?”

Steve shared a surprised glance with Sig, but Thea just shrugged. “Best ask your brother.”

Loki was no longer grinning, apparently adequately threatened by the presence of another Asgardian, but there was still a malicious glint in his eye as he looked at Thea.

“An easy target,” he said. “A man with half a conscience, half a spirit, who has to think through every decision he makes to check if that’s the human thing to do. What could be more natural for a man like that, than to follow orders?”

“That’s enough out of you,” Steve said, and Sigouria growled low in her throat.

Fortunately, Thor seemed to agree with him, turning away from his brother. “And what is your name, shield-bearer?”

“Steve Rogers. They call me Captain America.”

“And you?”

There was a pause where everyone looked at each other, unsure of who was being addressed, for Thor had not turned his head away from Steve. It took Thea stepping on her foot for Sigouria to speak up. “Oh! You mean - I’m Sigouria. Uh. Pleased to meet you?”

“And you, young wolf.” And - oh, this was getting stranger by the second - he looked next at Stark’s daemon.

“Roti,” the margay said. “And this is-”

“Tony Stark, also known as Iron Man. And you are really definitely not of this earth, I am gonna need to reread all of Foster’s papers-”

“Natasha Romanoff,” Agent Romanoff called from the front of the jet. “And this is Cassum. We’ll be coming up on the helicarrier in thirty minutes. Let’s save the conversation for when we’ve removed certain parties from the room.”

~

And just because it was going to set up the spin off I will absolutely never get around to, bonus Coulson...

Phil Coulson opened his eyes.

White surroundings. Medical of some sort. His whole body was stiff and weak. What had - where -

Tahiti. That was right. He had been recuperating in Tahiti - a magical place - after the battle. Loki. They had won, Barton was safe, Stark had flown a nuclear missile through a portal into some other dimension, another area of space-time… Why was his brain going over this, when he’d been recovering in Tahiti for weeks?

He shook his head to clear it, and sat up. Yes, this was definitely a SHIELD medical facility. And there was a nurse coming towards him, though not one he knew. He looked - distressed. Pale, eyes darting about. Terrier dæmon hugging his heels.

“Take it easy, sir,” he said to Phil. “You, uh, you passed out on the plane on the way back. Rough landing, apparently. Uh -”

“Take a break, son.”

Phil smiled. “Nick. Long time no see.” He sat up to see Nick striding in, dæmon at his heels, and the poor nurse scurrying out of the way and practically fleeing the room, the terrier scuttling ahead. “I’d tell you to stop scaring the juniors but I know it would do no good.”

“You’re damn right,” said Nick. He took the chair to the side of Phil’s bed, his dæmon sitting gracefully by his leg, tail swiping along the floor. “You don’t know how good it is to have you back.”

Phil smirked. “Looking forward to delegating all the dirty work to me again, sir?”

Nick laughed. “Wish I could, Coulson. You know we’re gonna have to redeploy you.”

That sentence took a couple of seconds to compute, but then it all came flooding back. Loki’s spear, the side-effect that only he had faced. This was why he’d been sent to Tahiti after all: to grieve, and to learn to live again.

“Of course,” Phil said, cursing his own forgetfulness. “Sorry, I knew that.”

“Don’t apologise,” Nick said roughly. “It’s only been a few weeks without her.” Beside him, the jaguar bowed her head. “Can’t expect a man to get used to losing his dæmon that quickly.”