#yeah I added one word anyway thanks for not really noticing ig

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as much as it's fun to write and I'm fairly good at it I kind of hate the way when I add any comedy into fic that's the only thing readers focus on :/

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shattering

/!\ Spoilers for Dragons Rising S2P2!

(very original title) hiii i'm still not dead <3 sorry i'm not active but y'know. life.

here's a jay fic!! about him experiencing shatterspin for the very first time but this is actually more me trying to make the wolf masks kinda gory and made out of flesh it's. it's an experiment. as well as like. physical effects

i'm just having fun and trying out some things (ig it's not really a fic then but idk adfkjsegd)

/!\ TW : Blood, Gore, Wounds, Death (tell me if I forgot something)

Also not beta read and I don't read that well behind myself yaddi yadda y'know the drill (especially since this is more of a bunch of scraps assembled together and not a real fic akfjzsgv (I might cross post it on AO3 at some point we'll see))

This is around 6.8k words so it's half a short? anyway enjoy

Jay narrowed his eyes at the mask he held.

It seemed to be looking back at him. And to be frank, he wasn’t a fan of how it looked back.

A shiver crawled down his spine as he passed his fingers on the front. It was meant to be a mask, but the fact that there was hair there, even if short, was somewhat disturbing to realize. He didn’t know how to feel about the idea that these could be made of real fur. Or worse, that they were somewhat organic, and used to be alive.

He checked the eyes; they seemed colorless, and dull, when inactivated. Glassy.

Dead.

That last realization brought relief. Yeah, it was dead.

Whatever it was.

He knew he was supposed to put that shit on at some point, but… it didn’t seem like a great idea, in hindsight. At least that’s what his guts were telling him.

His mind was on a whole other setting. He trusted Ras, after all. Why shouldn’t he? He had saved him, from the insanity that the Administration had been.

Thank goodness this is over. He was grateful to the man, and had taken the time to hear his interests, and plans. Things Jay wasn’t bothered by, too big to be of a concern to him. But since they were important to his savior, well, who was he to refuse helping him?

He passed a hand on the fur again, before turning it around to see the inside. He winced.

It had been… somewhat ‘polished’, but one could not look away from the flesh that had probably been ripped apart from some unfortunate creature, the whole mask made of stitches between different kinds of skin. But he didn’t dare to touch it to confirm his fears. Had it been the same specie, every time? He did wonder if asking himself that wasn’t the most unimportant question of all.

Living beings had to die, for these masks to be made.

Jay hated how his brain was sure of it.

That, and there was some… sort of taint, at the bottom of it. Where the mouth was supposed to be.

It wasn’t on all the masks, but enough of them had it to pique Jay’s curiosity.

He hadn’t talked about it to Lord Ras yet, of course. He doubted others had noticed what these visages were made of. He wasn’t even sure how he had noticed the details in the first place.

Perhaps due to his weird anxious nature about everything that’s been happening since starting his life in the Administration. His only life, actually, since he couldn’t remember shit from before.

The medallion felt heavy in his pocket. Its sudden presence making itself known made him frown.

This piece of metal was all that was left to him. He wasn’t even sure how the ones that had found him in the Land of Madness hadn’t taken that away from him, just like all his previous belongings.

He placed the mask back in its place, giving it a final glare, before walking away.

He looked at himself, unsure of what to think of his clothes.

They were comfy, that was for sure. Much better then the suit he’d been forced to wear for years in this damned Administration. And looking much better. He did enjoy the patterns that had been added to go along his powers. Symbols of wolf could be seen as well, on his chest, making sure people would know which clan he belonged to- in case the mask wouldn’t be enough.

But the fur covering his neck, and the gloves… he didn’t like as much. They hid away scars, important parts of himself.

Then again, he still had the ones on his face, definitely due to his own powers when it came to the lightning paths, and probably from fights where there were cuts, and skin that had been torn.

He wasn’t a fan of keeping them away.

But, having his body completely protected when it was clear he was going to fight in the future wasn’t that bad of an idea. Are we going to fight now? Jay doubted it. A lot of the new recruits had probably no idea of what they were getting into. Had probably been enrolled with the idea that they were going to become better fighters, with something close to powers. Lots of people didn’t listen fully when about to drastically change their lives, he had seen it many times in the Administration.

With a heavy sigh, he passed a hand on his face. To be honest, Jay hadn’t thought that long about this idea of joining Lord Ras’s forces as well.

But I owe him. He was there when no one had tried to help. It was all that mattered.

Jay could hear people getting closer. He turned around, seeing Cinder and Ras coming towards him.

The latter still had the same expression as always, severe, and mildly pissed off at people for breathing in front of him. The master of smoke, on the other hand, often had a smug expression there, knowing he was above everyone else, and enjoying it way too much. Not too far from them, he could see Jordana, the sort of witch- he didn’t completely understand what her deal was- who looked away as soon as she saw Jay noticing her.

He didn’t get to focus on that, though, when Ras made sure to be the only thing in his vision.

“I take it you’re ready for today.”

No. Not at all. But this wasn’t what their Lord wanted to hear. “Yes.” He took a deep breath, doing his best to resist the need to fidget with the fur around his collar.

“A first test, to make sure everything will go smoothly for the first battle.” Cinder chuckled at Jay’s expression, before handing him the wolf mask. “You’re lucky to try it before the real deal, Jay.”

He glared at Cinder. “Yeah. I guess so.”

Though, with how the master of smoke was looking at him, mocking, he wouldn’t call any of this luck.

Inhaling sharply, he tried to not let himself show how nervous he felt. He hadn’t expected to wear it so soon. He grabbed the mask that was given to him, nauseous at how he was about to wear unknown skin on his own.

He tried to compare it to leather, but fuck that had nothing in common. He passed trembling fingers on the inside, wanting to confirm his fears.

…Yup. Organic tissues. It was repulsing.

Cinder quirked an eyebrow. “Are you hesitant now?”

There was a threatening growl coming from Ras that echoed with the other’s words. Jay closed his eyes, and shook his head. At least… there weren’t any smell to go with the thing. “No. Not at all.”

“Good.” Ras crossed his arms behind his back, walking towards the arena. “Then get ready. You will be tested along our new soldiers.”

Soldiers. Why did he hate that designation? Wasn’t he supposed to be more, with his elemental power?

He adverted his gaze, focusing it back on the inside of this mask. “Sure.”

It was the first time he entered the shadow dojo. The outside had been eerie, with nothing but the strange orange and red light on their paths, but the inside was a whole other deal.

It was… poorly lighted, somehow, despite the bright lights coming from outside, with candles offering a soft blue glow all around them. He wasn’t sure how the flames managed to stay in that hue, but couldn’t really focus on that when he was trying to avoid all the others that entered with him. Some were chatting, apparently already knowing each other.

Jay didn’t want to know anyone in here. He didn’t see the point.

There were runes everywhere as well. He had no idea of what they meant, but they were glistening too, in that same color as the candles. Plants had grown as well on the wall, somehow.

He sat on the ground, unbothered to stay up like the others. From here, he could see that the only one on the ground like him was someone with a large hat, covering most of his face. His eyes were revealed briefly when he raised his head to watch who had come here for the first trial, allowing Jay to recognize him.

He was the guy he had seen many times speak with Ras. Although speak was a light statement; more so yelling and arguing, with the latter always having the last word, letting the other clearly frustrated.

Nokt. That was his name. He remembered him due to the electrical device placed on the back of his head. Even if he wasn’t sure he had heard his name right earlier, since it seemed like he preferred to keep to himself, as proved when he lowered his hat down again, effectively shielding his expression away from everyone else.

But there was something Jay managed to see before he did.

A spark of amusement, of all things, akin to one about to watch some sort of entertainment unfold.

…Jay didn’t think he was going to like that guy.

His attention shifted back to their leader, when he hit the ground with his hammer. He gave a speech, one Jay half-listened to, about being ready to change their lives for this better form of power, and so on and so on. Monologues are always so tiring.

…Where had he heard boring monologues like these before?

A glimpse of- something, from before, barely there, that escaped him as soon as he tried to look for it, smothered away by another hit of Lord Ras’s hammer against the ground, and someone getting on their feet and walking to the center of the room. Jay thanked his luck helping out for once, since he definitely wouldn’t have heard his name if he had been first.

Watching the guy, he gave way to his urge, and started to play with the fur around his neck to keep himself calm. He wasn’t sure why, but he felt like his anxiety was eating him alive, starting with his insides, and pulling on his guts and get him to run away from there as fast as he could.

He gnawed on his lip. He couldn’t make himself worry about nothing. This was just… apprehension, that came with every test he had to take.

Except if he failed this one, he might’ve to be forced back into the Administration. Damn it.

Deciding on ignoring the painful cramps his overreacting unconscious gave him, he focused back on the scene before him, observing the one that had been called.

The guy nodded his head to Lord Ras, and placed the mask on his face. Jay winced, clutching his other hand around the one he was holding; he really didn’t want to know how centuries old flesh would feel on his face. But he supposed he had no choice.

Holding his breath as Ras approached the gong, he tried to think of the power that wearing this mask would mean for him. He knew there was something about a forbidden technique of some sort, the Shatterspin, which he’d been taught the basics, but what about his powers? What would be the effects?

He’d seen Cinder. He’d seen how much quicker and agile he became whenever the mask would fuse with him, and gift him an armor instead of staying as a mask. The red eyes, he wasn’t that fan of, but if it meant finding who he was supposed to be, by feeling his powers better then ever before…

The scar under his left eye throbbed, forcing him to rub it. Not that he didn’t feel his power now, but he didn’t quite think he had a good grasp on it. He managed a few zaps here and there, and sparks to help him when it was completely dark, but other then that, not much else.

There is potential within you, Jay Walker. These had been Lord Ras’s words.

And he couldn’t wait to unleash that potential.

The gong was hit a first time.

Jay jumped out of his skin when the one put on trial shrieked in pain. Someone beside him gasped, letting him know that he definitely wasn’t the only one to be surprised.

He walked back, holding his face in pain and doubling over as the mask’s glowed that bright cyan. Not letting him the time to rest, or even wonder what was happening to him, the gong was hit a second time with a sound that echoed all around them. It was enough to make the room shake, and dust fall from the unexpectedly stable walls of this place. All the blue lights turned red.

The guy screamed again. Jay watched as he tried to remove the mask, pulling on his hair when trying to remove the strap that kept it in place. But it didn’t budge, despite his knuckles turning white from the force he was using for this one thing.

Jay felt sick, witnessing all this. Glancing around, he noticed how disappointed Lord Ras looked, and the way Cinder let his disgust appear.

…Shit.

His attention shifted back to the man in the center when he heard him puke. From here, he couldn’t really see what came out, and couldn’t help his flinch when the sound of retching reached his ears.

Chocking sounds could then be heard. It surely didn’t help when he threw his head back, gasping for air, too far gone to realize that he was making things worse.

Jay couldn’t look away from him. Doing so… doing so would mean he wasn’t cut for this role. It would mean showing weakness, and not being worthy of the chance offered to him.

Doing so would mean abandoning the man to his fate, a far side of his brain whispered. Jay took a deep breath, brushing that thought aside, just like he always had back in the Administration. Kindness and pity weren’t the way to go when one wanted to master Shatterspin, and the power of the Wolf Clan. He remembered Ras’s warnings too well.

Speaking of which, he couldn’t help but check a second time their leader, breath getting stuck in his throat when he did.

Lord Ras was watching them, not the poor guy struggling to survive against the surges of powers that went in his body forcefully. He was quick to understand; he wanted to see who was able to stomach it, and who would be useless in the future to him. And fuck, Jay didn’t think he could do that, but he didn’t have a choice. His body and mind didn’t have a choice.

The man screamed in pure pain and terror one last time, turning Jay’s insides. His hands grabbed at his skin, scratching with abnormal nails that had grown after the gong had been hit a third time. It made deep wounds, forcing crimson to pour out, but it seemed like the man couldn’t care less, just wanting to get rid of that cursed mask.

He heaved, then coughed, falling on his knees with a final yell, yielding to the pressure of energy that must’ve been coursing through his body. Unable to adapt.

And then…

He fell to the ground.

As soon as he did, the red lights came back to the blue hue they had first seen when entering the room.

When others gasped, and some cried, one, Jay heard a snicker. He looked around, trying to see who was sick enough to have that kind of reaction to someone dropping dead in front of them.

He frowned when he found out who.

Now he knew why Nokt had seemed amused at the beginning. He must’ve known this could happen. What a fucking psychopath. He looked away from him, and back at the center of the dojo.

Ras growled, stomping his boot on the ground at the result. He then turned towards Wolf Warriors, a finger pointed at the now dead man. “Get it out of here. We aren’t done yet.”

Shit. Shit. Jay swallowed hard, unable to look away from the blood, as well as the one the corpse left behind when pulled away in a messy trail.

Their leader hit the ground with his hammer, demanding attention from everyone in the room. “The reason he failed, was his resilience against our power. To become powerful, one must learn to bend to the rules that make it all. Only then, can you be one with the Wolf Clan’s powers.” He pointed his weapon towards the recruits, snarling when most of them took a step back in front of it. “Another one of his mistake was doubting me, and being a coward.”

His eyes scanned the room, glaring. “If any of you feel that way as well, you may as well leave. Now.”

That would be a mistake. Yet, some people immediately hurried out, not needing to be told twice. Not a lot- four of them, he counted. Jay closed his eyes, and tried to ignore how two Wolf Warriors followed after them, their claws ready.

What had he gotten himself into? What was going to happen to him?! How many others were going to die? Not that he questioned of the others’ loyalty, but there was no doubt that witnessing that guy’s death must’ve changed their will to join.

Now that Jay knew this was the consequence of failure… fuck. Fuck. His guts were twisting in there, hurting his stomach physically, at this point. His ears were ringing, clouding his mind from everything else. What if all that he had done, all this ‘surviving’ shit, had only lead to his demise?

Jay clenched his fists. He’d never allow that. Cinder had managed to do it, so why wouldn’t he?

This was an opportunity. To find purpose, and a place where he would belong. He couldn’t screw this up. He wasn’t a damn coward. And he sure as hell wasn’t going to fight back the power that was about to allow him a new beginning.

This was a cruel world after all. Hadn’t he learned that over and over again? And he couldn’t be at the bottom of it all just because others weren’t able to keep up.

He would not. He would survive through it all, no matter what it meant to wear that mask.

No matter the price.

Ras called his name. He was the second one to be tested.

Taking a deep breath, he raised his head, and faced the Lord’s eyes with a fierce glare.

Slowly, he got up, ignoring how his stomach still felt like a pit, and how his head was still hurting from the panic he had felt earlier when seeing that man die, his pulse somehow perceivable in his ears.

Still, he got to the center of the room. Only when he did, his eyes found themselves unable to detach from the splatters of blood everywhere. Some were older. Some were on the walls.

They had all witnessed that many times, hadn’t they? And they hadn’t told anyone.

It was… it was…

He took a deep breath. Now wasn’t the time to loose it.

A dark paw handed the mask to him. It allowed Jay to focus his eyes in front of him, and away from the red splatters. Something he regretted doing, when meeting Ras’s eyes.

They were harsh, and unforgiving.

Jay couldn’t mess up.

He was being given a chance. A chance, that could be taken back, and handed to any other elemental master. He wasn’t the only one gifted after all, Cinder was the proof of that. Ras didn’t need him for this grand plan; he had an army, and people ready to follow his every order.

On the other hand, Jay needed Ras. And he owed that new chance at freedom, to him.

Straightening up, he grabbed his mask, and tried to not think back on how it was made of skin. Instead, he tried to concentrate on how there was metal there as well. When tying the strap behind his head, he tried to not remember how the one before him hadn’t been able to remove it when wanting to escape.

No turning back.

Darkness cornered his vision, the latter becoming defined by the constricted sight given to him.

Once settled, he placed both his arms along his body, and nodded to Ras with a dry throat. The latter growled, rearranging his hold on the hammer.

The gong was hit a first time.

The wave of its sound exploded in the room, reaching Jay’s body. It froze him, both his physical shell, and thoughts. Everything had gone silent in his mind, and around him. And he wasn’t sure if this was due to the effect of its power.

Even breathing seemed impossible, in these short seconds. He was completely petrified, finding himself feeling as if he’d been stuck in something so dense and heavy, holding him back. No noise could make it out of his mouth, despite the pain that had started to build up in both his face and chest.

Something had cracked inside of him.

Just as he sensed it, the gong was hit a second time.

It felt like a blow to his chest, making him back away. His bones felt breaking as he did, making him wonder if they could’ve been weakened by the power he had been hoping to obtain.

His ears unblocked. It caused him to be suddenly dizzy, and made his head heavy with the lack of oxygen.

Then his breath hitched, as soon as he noticed the paralyzing effect was gone.

Like breaking out of shallow waters and reaching the surface, he gasped, greedily sucking air. His legs wobbled, making him feel like he was about to loose balance, as both his hands reached for his neck to protect the precious air he was barely able to keep in his trachea.

His skin was itchy everywhere. Something was going on inside of him, turning his veins icy cold.

Something was wrong, and hurting. Something was very wrong.

The rush of his blood too was fast, and strong, making him think that his blood vessels were doubling in size, and perhaps stretching his skin as it grew, leading to his articulations becoming harder to move. It left the impression that everything was about to blow inside of him.

For a second, he wondered if he had died, and if he was about to fall on the floor, just like the man before him had, but then realized that the sound of his heartbeat was still there, and as fucking loud as it was quick.

He was alive. He was-

The gong was hit for the third, and last time.

The final wave forced him to puke, which he went along with, trying his best to not suffocate with it like the first guy. A blink, and he noticed that it was blood, coming out from his mouth in worrying amounts.

His insides abruptly felt like shattering, and he yelled, as his whole body seemed burning up, a harsh and painful contrast compared to what he’d been feeling seconds ago.

Jay wasn’t able to keep a shriek from escaping him, when the power he’d felt in him for as long as he could remember reached for his limbs, and exploded. The scent of burning skin made it to his nostrils, and he held his middle, as if trying to stop his insides from escaping him like his powers had. Only when he did, he sensed his lightning breaking apart.

Millions of pieces, made of parts of his powers, going absolutely insane, and making his body spasm.

Getting electrocuted was a familiar feeling. One he despised, but was never able to escape for too long when it came to dealing with his own incompetence and ignorance. Or when he would redirect lighting on their ship, to protect the ones he cared about.

But just like his power, these thoughts were shattered, making him cry, as his head hurt too much for him to keep up with.

So he didn’t.

He let these words and images get torn into pieces, shards feeling like they came to his heart, pulling his whole torso in a constricting sensation that once again made him think like he was about to die, just like that. The boiling sensation kept on increasing, causing his whole body to feel like he was burning alive.

Something clicked, then, and his vision became too blurry to understand. The red lights made it so he didn’t know where he was anymore, the distant image of people he used to know breaking apart again and again, causing his mind to shatter as well.

And once it was all gone, he vomited again, hugging himself tightly as if trying to at least keep his body in one piece. His shoulders slowly felt heavier, and the fur that had been around his sensitive skin suddenly ceased to be.

Though this was the last thing Jay cared about, as he fell to his knees, the collide with the ground making his bones almost rattle. The way his fingers kept twitching made him wonder how they hadn’t broken yet.

His breathing was difficult, with a voice that had turned hoarse at yells and cries of pain he hadn’t even been aware to be letting out.

He was about to die. He didn’t know how the feeling was so familiar, perhaps due to the blood that accumulated in his breathing pipes, akin to water, filling his lungs until there could be no air passing through. His heartbeat was diminishing, yet it stayed as the only thing Jay could hear.

So he caught it. He caught his heart, for it was all that was left to him.

His will to stay alive. His will to have something of his own, that would make him whole.

And it was a heart burning with rage.

This, was what pulled all the pieces back. What once had tried to escape him, was now caught back by the sheer amount of anger he felt at how fate and destiny had treated him.

What does it mean? The question went away as soon as it brushed his mind, the violent waves of power crushing anything that wasn’t meant to be like it away.

Thoughts. Feelings.

They no longer mattered.

All that mattered was power. Stitching back all that had been separated.

His lightning felt growing. Launching itself and balancing his body in positions and forms that meant both a cry for a help and the picture of a violent force forbidding anyone to get close.

Then came the fusion.

The skin that made the inside of the mask slithered in through his pores, pulling and tearing its way through to have full possession of him, and share its cursed strength to the one that had dared to agree with its ways. Jay wanted to wonder if this was what it meant to meddle with dark magic.

But he couldn’t even do that, screaming again with his broken voice at the violent intrusion he had allowed for someone else’s game.

Foolish. Foolish. He always was foolish.

The foreign matter didn’t bother to be careful, before settling in- although not without damaging the inside of his mouth some more. It forced out more blood out, kicking out whatever was left that wouldn’t be useful to this newfound power.

A final deep breath, and Jay felt…

Liberated.

Gone, was the weight that had been caused by his soul and mind shattering and leaving behind too many pieces to carry. His whole body now felt light, lungs freed enough to give him as much space as needed for the air he needed to live.

The power felt lurking in his systems, flowing and giving him feelings he’d never felt before.

It was pure bliss.

After a few minutes, Jay blinked, his vision coming back, although with nothing to muffle it this time. The euphoric sensation slowly escaped him, letting reality settle back in his mind. Feelings of what was around and on him came back, making him tighten his fists.

He felt as though his sweat had drenched all of his clothes, along the blood. His chest kept expanding in grand moves, each breath making his body quiver, as he tried to catch his breath properly, and return oxygen to his brain.

When he did, his head returned to its previous heavy state, with each pulse increasing the pressure at an impossible rate. Yet, this stayed incredibly dull compared to what having worn the mask the first time had felt like.

He opened and closed his mouth, stretching his jaw to check if it hadn’t changed, or if the muscles there hadn’t torn apart. They had certainly felt so. He checked his limbs as well, particularly his hands, by opening and closing them multiple times.

Everything was good, it seemed.

Bringing his hands up, he checked his face, wanting to make sure everything was still there, and if he hadn’t just imagined the mask going inside of his skin.

But he hadn’t. The mask wasn’t here anymore.

He rubbed at his neck, but scratched himself, making him hiss. He looked at his hands.

Claws had grown, there. The gloves hadn’t even torn, having adapted to the new form they had gained. Closing his eyes, he then oversaw how his powers reacted to the newly added strength.

The response was immediate, surge of powers making his body twitch, and forcing him to gasp for air again. Opening back his eyes, he saw these bridges of electricity between his fingers, going all the way to the tip of his fingers, before disappearing, over and over again.

He chuckled, snapping his fingers. It created a small blow, enough to shake his curls. He then got back up, not bothered to look at the people around him, despite the loud whispers. Directing his gaze in front of him, he then aimed for a wall with his fingers, before sending his lightning there.

The stone that made the wall exploded, pieces of wood and rocks flying everywhere in the room, and allowing dust to float freely.

Jay snickered, feeling this happy buzzing inside of him, always here in the aftermath.

Fuck yeah.

He had missed this so much.

…I wonder who thisused to be.

Walking away from the gravestone, he added the wood to the fire he had prepared for the night.

A caravan was in that junkyard, but he didn’t feel like he was allowed to get inside, even if no one was there. No matter how cold it could get in the desert at night, this wasn’t his home, and he was simply there as a guest. He wasn’t even sure why he had traveled all the way here, but by the time he had realized where he had gone to, the sun had been long gone, leaving him with no choice but to set up camp here.

At least this spot was empty. It was a welcoming change compared to the crowded and suffocating places that had been the Administration or staying with the Wolf Clan. Although he had always been on his own in these previous positions, here the loneliness was one much better then what he’d dealt with in these last few years.

Jay hoped that there at least wouldn’t be any wild creatures to attack him. Fighting back without his powers had proven to be more difficult then he had expected. Thankfully, he had kept the gun from his time in the Administration; a great way to defend himself.

He sat on the ground, and looked at the fire crackling in front of his feet, relieving the itch on his face by scratching it as much as he could. No doubt his skin had not only turned red, but with marks left behind as well. Damn it.

…Being without that mask was going to be very hard. It had adapted to his skin- or maybe it had gifted him a second one. He wasn’t sure. He didn’t understand any of this.

All he knew, was that whenever he had been wearing it, even if for a short time, it had been granting him such an incredible thrill that he already knew just couldn’t be compared.

Oh, he had felt like he was on top of the world. As if nothing could’ve ever stopped his powers and him, from getting back at everything that had been unfair to him up to this point.

Now, all he had left were scars. From wearing this cursed mask, and bearing these powers that had never been truly his, but another’s hidden through his own element.

Jay had no idea if he missed the mask, its power, or if this was all caused by how much he missed his lightning.

His eye twitched; he should’ve listened to his urge, in that moment, and killed her. Destroyed her. And now that he hadn’t, the feeling of regret was unbearable.

He wanted to tear at his skin, but he didn’t even have the claws left for that. Only his poorly taken care of nails, dirty and gnawed by his need to relieve his anxiety and surges of powers every time he hadn’t been wearing the mask.

…Jay missed it all, as much as he cursed it all.

Had he not followed Ras, he would have never lost his powers. Had he stayed in the Administration, in this false life of his, he would have never been bothered by flashes and addictions he had never been prepared to face. He would’ve found his own way to his demise, sure, but at least through a path never led by others.

How had any of what I heard so farsounded right? How could I fall for their lies?

Jay frowned, thinking back on what he had listened to again. He didn’t believe them at all. Their fake stories…

Everyone lies. They’re all the same. Great warrior my ass. Jay now didn’t doubt that Ras could’ve lied to him, and it upset him greatly. What for?! To give him hope, and then crush it all in the next moment because of his so called failure? Gah!

He thought back on that woman he had fought. She too, had pretended to know him.

The sweet tone he could remember from her voice made him grit his teeth.

Even if she and her team had been right, why had they never come for him? It had been years. He had found himself all over again, since then.

“Let’s theorize that it was because they had no idea of where I was. Fine.” Jay clenched his fists. “Why didn’t they come get me when I was kicked out?”

His words were barely above a whisper, not even heavy enough to be carried around by the wind.

He stopped moving, forbid himself from flinching, focusing on the sounds of the burning fire so he could shift it as a background noise so his brain wouldn’t have to bother itself with. He then closed his eyes, and just… listened.

Strong wind, making the abandoned metal around him creak softly, and passing through small and tight openings, whistling all around him.

Deep down, he knew he waited for another noise. The snap of a branch, or the crunch of the sand under someone’s shoe that would make his hair bristle in apprehension. The sign that someone would come for him.

So he waited.

Until moments later, silence was still all that answered him.

He cursed, bringing his knees up to hug them, and huddle in a smaller position.

Jay didn’t know what else he had expected. Of course this wouldn’t happen.

He was alone. He’d always be, in the end. And it seemed like… he wasn’t enough. Not enough to make up for the help given to him, nor enough for people that were supposed to care about him to come back and find him. Loneliness was all that awaited him. He understood that.

… And despite feeling like this, he didn’t feel as he thought low he would’ve.

No. Quite the contrary.

Jay was… appeased. After all, that meant he could finally build a life. Even if it wouldn’t be much.

Throughout the years, he had learned that he had to move forward in order to survive. To do as told, and never question what he was ordered to do, or face consequences. Whether it had been the Administration, or Ras’s Wolf Clan.

So now, knowing for sure that no one and nothing was going to hold him back was freeing. Enough to get rid of these incessant thoughts bugging his mind, at least. Yet not quite enough to get rid of that pressure in his stomach.

Because all of this meant that he had nothing. He never had, and he never would. It left him… empty.

At the end of the day, it meant that he was nothing.

He watched the sparks escaping the fire. Like lightning’s, in a sense, but much less volatile, and not as comforting. He followed their trails, until his gaze ended up towards the stars. Had he known their names, a lifetime ago? The paths they traced, and how they never changed?

But it must’ve changed after the Merge. There was no doubt about that. Even something supposed to never be in motion except throughout centuries had completely shifted, no matter how infinite and big it must’ve always felt to him.

Everything had changed.

How was he supposed to find his past self if nothing was the same?

I don’t. That’s how. There was no need to waste time for something so meaningless. At least he hoped.

He sighed, glad to be protected from the chill of the night.

Warmth whenever it was cold was always a better thing. It was a comforting presence he had never admitted to enjoy in front of him. His… his heart kinda regretted that now.

Jay blinked at the dark sky.

…Who-

Something flashed before his eyes, too fast for him to identify what it was. It aimed for him, reaching its target in a millisecond.

Lightning had just struck him.

He shouted, feeling his powers immediately coming back to him, making him fall on his hands and knees.

Fuck. He hated that feeling. The one of his body getting electrocuted by his own life source, because he just couldn’t control it right.

Come on! He hit the ground with his fist, spitting on the grass as he grasped at the insanity of his power. He kept gritting his teeth, until finally, the lightning settled in, and buzzed happily to be back in its rightful place, with its rightful owner.

Jay took a deep breath. Yeah. Missed you too.

Since the start, his lightning had been the only thing there for him. To be reunited with it again brought tears to his eyes, both of joy, and anger.

At having lost them in the first place. At losing them to that damned water ninja.

I love you, Jay. I will always love you.

The memory of the woman’s desperate face flashed back when he shut his eyes to get rid of his tears.

An act. It wasn’t that difficult to pretend emotions after all, was it?

If he ever saw her again… he was pretty sure he wouldn’t hesitate to kill her.

She hadn’t hesitated to defeat him. Pretty fucked up for someone who was supposed to care, like she wanted him to believe.

Or maybe she’d been following orders, like I was.

Jay shook his head. Whatever the reason, it clearly wouldn’t justify anything. Nor would it tarnish the way his heart dripped hatred into his blood, making him even angrier then before.

The medallion felt heavy in his pocket.

Too heavy, this time.

He took it, and looked at the shape.

…It was a missing piece. He could see that now.

Jay didn’t want to be that. The missing piece of someone instead of being his own person. Of a puzzle he had nothing to do with.

What kind of life could he expect if all he was supposed to be was a pawn placed by others, and never able to have his own free will? The piece in a long chain of supposed important people. Full of important tasks, to serve the greater good of some kind of Great Administration, or a Great Cause of some Delusional Clan.

He’d be no one’s missing piece. No one’s lost part.

He was his own soul. No matter how shattered it felt, and how many little pieces of it were left.

Jay threw the heavy piece in the fire, the weight in his heart never tarnishing during the long time he watched it in the flames, as the moon advanced its course. He stayed that way, holding his limbs tightly against him, while taking deep yet suffocating breaths.

Until, it finally started to melt.

The slightest tint of gold, pearling down as it became a liquid again, and advanced on the darker metal it was attached to.

Never again.

[cantdanceflynn]

Dear Cantdanceflynn

Hi! I just watched the episode your url comes from... cool!

Also, I have a question: Is Rodney in the Deity AU? What's he up to? He's kind of a background character in the show, honestly, even though I think he's interesting enough to have shown up way more than he did.

I also just watched the episode where LOVEMUFFIN crashes that dancing show Candace and Jeremy were on... and I've gotta say, maybe it should've been Can't Dance Jeremy, since apparently he can't dance? But Ferb can. Just call him Can Dance Fletcher.

Anyways, in that episode we get the epic scene where Heinz and Rodney accidentally dance together-I think that's pretty funny, and I wish it were more of a running gag, though it doesn't seem to come up again.

The thought: "I need to rewatch the entirety of Phineas and Ferb three times?? And I'm only half-way through my first re-watch" crossed my mind just a few minutes ago. It sounds odd but I'd imagine it's a common sentiment among fanfic 'rewrites'... so, relatable moment? Let me know.

Thanks, Willow

PS: This is really long and I just noticed that. I added the letter formatting for fun. I hope you found that funny, because I did. Haha! Pretend I mailed you this and you're receiving it at the post office, twelve days later.

PPS: I wrote this entire letter and only just realized I've been doing a 'doofenshmirtz voice' for it in my head the whole time so... that's. Interesting. As opposed to 'teresting', of course... which... Isn't a word. But I'd imagine it would mean boring! Since, 'in' means not, so in-terest would be not-boring. Anyways. Have a lovely day.

OH MY GOD THIS WAS A TREAT TO WAKE UP TO TYSSSSM CSKCSJOJSOCJ I WILL 100% PRETEND THAT THATS AMAZING OH MY GOD

RODNEY IS 100 AND 10% IN THE DEITY AU, TO ANSWER YOUR QUESTION. I MEAN, THE MAIN ANTAGONIST OF THIS AU BARELY HAS TWO SPEAKING LINES(WHICH, FUN FACT, NERDY DANCING (THE ONE WITH LOVEMUFFIN CRASHING THE DANCE SHOW), IS THE FIRST EPISODE ALICE APPEARS IN. SHES THE BITCH W BLUE HAIR WHO GOT HIT IN THE FACE BY THE LETTER C FROM THE SIGN LOL), SO THERES NO WAY WE CAN UNDERUTILIZE HIM LOL

HES ALMOST KINDA A SUPPORT FOR ALICE, SINCE A LOT OF PEOPLE IN LOVEMUFFIN ARE WAY MORE WILLING TO DO STUFF LIKE WHAT ALICE TENDS TO SUGGEST THEN DOOF IS, SO HES KINDA THE LEADER OF A SMALLER, NEITHER DOOF NOR ALICE RLY REALIZE IT, INNER CIRCLE THAT ALMOST WORKS FOR ALICE INSTEAD OF FOR DOOF. I DONT RLY KNOW HOW ELSE TO PUT IT HES JUST BEING NORMAL DEVIOUS BUT WITH A SIDE OF "MAN THIS BITCHS IDEAS R LIKE. SCARY. I OWE HER BUT IM NOT SURE WHY" IG

AND OSFJSFOJSGOGSJGSOJSOGJGSLFSJSFOJFSOSFJFOSFJOSFJFSOSVJ TRUE IG I SIMPLY ENJOY CANDACE MORE ON A BASIS OF "GUESS WHO LITERALLY STRAIGHT DYED HER HAIR TO LOOK MORE LIKE CANDACE BC SHE RELATES TO HER *THAT MUCH*, ITS ME!" IG

AND OH YEAH LIKE. IVE REWATCHED THE SHOW A BUNCH ON ITS OWN AS IS, BUT THE DEITY AU HAS BEEN THE BIGGEST FUEL FOR REWATCHING ANYTHING IVE EVER HAD/GEN AND I ALSO HAVE PURE LOVE OF PNF SO

ALSO ABSOLUTELY LOVED LOVED LOVED THIS GENUINELY FEEL FREE TO SEND MORE "LETTERS" LOL

[vicfyr]

obligatory reply that this was most likely made to provoke time!! yippee

I’m trying to get people to connect to those who are well researched because I’m not. I specifically worded the post anon is referencing to highlight this, specifically to prevent accusations like this.

The reason I didn’t out the sources in that message? I’m not the person who does the debating, even in my own server. I’m the guy who makes the platform to debate, nothing else. i’m the mediator. don’t try to pretend like i’m anything more than that.

Nobody in my server is coming on tumblr and posting sources. Hmm, same way no one on tumblr is going in the server and giving out sources. I wonder if there is a correlation between these two facts

slightly to the side. there is a reason people on tumblr are taking screenshots of discord stuff and replying here, and ppl on discord are taking screenshots of tumblr stuff and replying there.

“why does every debate need to be there?” uhh well im trying to get debate there because i think it’d be cool. that’s my reasoning. stuff on reddit or this area of tumblr would end up being a bit one-sided, but go off ig

i made my server for the subreddit because someone asked “where’s the discord.” it was not a calculated move to bring together spooky scary evil random internet people????? it was just a thing i did.

i could go on for the next paragraph or two of the ask refuting each and every point/misconception/whatever but this is already getting kinda long and i don’t really want to post a text wall (more than necessary) so im gonna skip about a bit

i am acting like it should be the place for debate because a place like that does not yet exist. a discord seems pretty fair to me, but then again people have not even attempted to debate us even just to prove themselves right so idk

“makes me wanna warn everybody” about?? we have done actually nothing.

oh btw anon you don’t have to do the they/them general stuff my pronouns are he/him 👍 thanks for not assuming tho

okay, the thing about our community being ooh super never safe and just so terrible to be around? the nice thing about our server is that you can just?? leave?

“ones who have already made up their minds”

neat thing about that is that it’s what both sides think of the other one. funny how i just keep. noticing. that.

anyway uhhh yeah can someone at least try and debate us on an alt throwaway or *something* before you go off about how terrible we are? like i get you do not want to have a bad experience but like. cmon. at this point it’s bordering on hearsay

sorry if this sounds like rambling or something im sick right now and do not have the energy to go over everything with a fine-tooth comb atm

uhh yeah tell me if i made any stupid grammar errors

also new thing that i just thought of if you send this tumblr acc an ask i’ll forward it into the server and then come back with responses or whatever. idk i think it’ll be cool

also i’m adding a disc inv to my tumblr desc or whatever after this.

uhh yeah i think that’s everything ok bye

Super skeeved out about the Discord server guy who keeps insisting everybody come debate on their server or DM them for sources or whatever. They're all like "everybody misunderstands my server, if you join it you'll see". Why does every debate need to be in DMs or on a server they own? It's so sus. Nobody in their server that has such great sources to share can post them here or anywhere public?

Their server they want pro-endos & endos to join was literally made for r/systemscringe. The subreddit where they mock and fakeclaim systems. Where posts supporting endos are against the rules. Where anybody can fakeclaim anybody so long as they give "proof" & the proof can be literally anything it doesn't even have to be true. That's the people they created their server for.

Why the fuck would anybody in their right mind join that, except for like screenshotting their shitty takes or trying to report them to Discord?

Guy's not even a system & they're acting like their server should be THE place to debate which systems are real or fake. Also a place to cringe post systems & affiliated with a known anti-endo sub. Because that's totally conductive to a healthy debate environment, ya know? They don't tell you all that when they say "yeah totally message me & join my server".

Makes me wanna warn everybody about them every time I see their posts.

Funny enough, this ask came in before the last one!

But yeah! This! 💯

Their server, however much they try to pretend otherwise, will never be a safe place for debate. Their community will never be safe people to be around.

And frankly, I see no use in having this debate privately behind closed doors where the only people seeing the arguments are ones who have firmly made up their minds.

[accidentally-drank-paintwater]

New Years Kiss

Yeah so I made MORE Wenclair lol-

I’m a sucker for them <3 alrighty so it’s New Year’s Eve or whatever and this is right after the Battle of Nevermore. (I think bc the timeline seemed like the first few months of the school year which normally starts august/September so it’s probably roughly around there)

enjoy Ig :)

Wednesday 1st Person POV

Finally. New Years Eve without my parents. Ever loving with a perfect marriage, New Years was even worse than their normal kissing parade. But now that I was at Nevermore, I’d be spending it with my new…friends? I loath such wording. Enid, Bianca, Eugene, Yoko, Ajax, and Xavier were going to have a New Years Eve party together, which was weird, since none of them were dating. Enid and Ajax had broke up, and Enid said nothing other than “I need time to figure myself out.” Quite vague, which is unusual for ever talkative Enid. Yoko, Eugene, and Bianca had no crushes whatsoever, and I had simply rejected Xavier. He wasn’t my type.

A New Years Party with no kissing. My kind. After much pleading from Enid and Eugene (and a resentful comment of “it’d be better if you socialized for once” from Bianca) I agreed to coming. So here I was, December 31st. Enid was still sleeping (“I need rest if I’m staying up that late!”) but I was wide awake. Thing was next to me, his colorful nails — thanks to Enid — shining in the sunlight. I stared at my reflection in the mirror. What did one wear to New Years Parties?

“Maybe a Dress?” Thing signed.

“I wore a dress for that Rave’N.”

“Then wear some nice pants and a shirt,”

“what would that count as? I’m not going to wear something sparkly.” I added, pointing a finger at Thing sternly. Thing raised his hand in defense.

“Ask Enid for help!”

“I’m not asking Enid. She wears things with color.”

“Then what do you want from me?”

“I don’t know, be useful for once?”

Thing flipped me the finger. I sighed and left the bathroom, still unsure of what to wear.

“Hey roomieeee!” Enid said, running up to me, though stopping a few inches short of me. She was starting to get the hang of not hugging me, which I respected.

“Hello Enid.”

“Happy New Years Eve!”

“Yes. Happy.”

“Oh! I made this for you!” Enid rummaged in her pocket, pulling out candy and hairpins. What did she have in there? Finally, Enid pulled out two bracelets. “They’re friendship bracelets! They say ‘E + W <3’, for Enid and Wednesday!”

“Oh. Ya know, I’m not really a jewelry person—”

“Oh. That’s okay. I figured you wouldn’t wear it anyways…”

I looked at Enid and saw the slight disappointment in her face. I looked at the bracelets. While hers was bright, mine was gray and black. It even had a skull charm on it. I sighed. I grabbed the bracelet and put it on my wrist. Enid gasped with delight.

“Oh! Wednesday thank you thank you thank you thank you!!” She said, practically jumping. Such physical expression of emotion was unusual to me. I was used to the disgusting practices of gluing ones face onto another, like Mother and Father.

Thing came up behind me and bent himself low.

“Don’t worry Thing, I made one for us too!” Enid pulled out another bracelet and put it on him, and that’s when I noticed the second bracelet Enid had on that said ‘E + T’. I smiled.

“I’m sure Thing really likes his bracelet.”

“Yes, Thing,” Enid said, giggling and walking away. That laugh was light and bubbly and horridly wonderful. It was as bright as the covers of her pop music. While I hate that excuse for music, Enid’s laugh was the exception. I watched her walk away and then I went to my side of the room. I turned on my phone and called my parents.

“Oh- Gomez dear, how do you turn on the…what was it? Face showing?”

“FaceTiming my horrid temptress~”

“Oh Gomez, you awful bat~”

I sighed. “Hit the button at the top that looks like a camera.” Suddenly, my parents faces came into view.

“Oh Wednesday! How’s my evil little black cat doing?” Father said.

“Absolutely horrid.”

“As usual!” Laughed Father. Mother took the phone from Father and zoomed it out.

“I can’t believe this is our first New Years without you!”

“How time flies Mother.”

“Do you have any one special your going to kiss at midnight?”

“Why would I take part in such gross and romantic traditions?”

“Really? Not even your friend Enid?” I blushed.

“WHAT—” Enid shouted, crossing the room and coming into view of the camera. I covered my face with my hand.

“Hello Enid!” Mother Said cheerfully.

“Um- hi Mrs. Addams,”

“Morticia, please,”

“Morticia. Me and Wednesday don’t like eachother like that. We are just roommates!” I groaned under the table. Thing was on my lap and doing that stupid heart hand (🫰). I was going to murder him.

“Really? But what about that thing on Wednesday’s wrist? I’m not sure about this camera quality but it seems to say ‘E + W’ with a little heart.”

Enid fell silent. I glanced over to see she was blushing too.

“U-uh. Those— AHEM— those are just, um, friendship bracelets,” Enid stuttered. Mother just smirked and said

“Sure,”

I groaned at grabbed the phone. “Enid and me are just friends, nothing more. If you could please leave me alone now Mother.”

“Ok my little raven, we’ll go now. Your cousin Itt invited us to a get together anyways and we must get going. Be safe! Love you!”

“Yes yes, goodbye Mother,” I said hanging up. I turned off my phone and looked at Enid. Her hand was over her mouth and she was staring into a corner.

“I apologize for my mother Enid. She had no intent on making you uncomfortable.”

“W-what?” Enid said, looking at me. She started backing away and pulling at her shirt collar. “no! Haha, we’re just friends after all! Your mother was just joking, I’m sure! Um,” Enid grabbed the door on and swung it open, “I forgot I was going to go see Yolo- I MEAN YOKO- to err- give her something. Bye!” She finished, slamming the door behind her. I leaned back and covered my face.

“Uggggghhhhhh,” I cannot believe that happened. I uncovered my face to see Thing above me.

“You do Like her don’t you?” He signed. I shoved him off and got up, walking out to the balcony.

“Of course not. We’re just friends. Besides, she was freaked out by it anyways. She obviously doesn’t like me like that.”

but no matter how much I repeated that, all I could think about was the way Enid blushed. The way I blushed. How stupid.

Enid came back after 30 minutes and grabbed a couple of clothing items, and left within 5 minutes. I sat at my writing desk and didn’t acknowledge her. I was screaming internally. It was like someone turned on one of Brittany Spear’s love songs in my brain and I couldn’t turn it off. It was torture.

Around 9 PM, I finally got up and decided to get ready. Luckily, Thing had an outfit idea all ready. I had to admit it looked good. A white large collar button up with bishop sleeves and some black silk slacks. I paired them with my chunky (✨) boots. I took my braids and twisted them into a low bun in the back of my head. I looked wonderfully terrible. (Author’s note: Enid would say she looked ✨ Snazzy ✨)

I arrived at the location of the party, a teachers longer with a cable TV, so we could watch that weird Dick dude’s show where the New York hall dropped. I was greeted by Bianca first, who was dressed in a gold sequined dress.

“Wow, the edgy savior showed up. I suppose I should bow before the hero who saved my life?”

“Even that would be low for you Bianca,”

we both high fives and Bianca told me that everyone else was by the couch. I walked over and everyone was there, except Enid. Oh no. Did Mother freak her out so much she didn’t show up?

“Don’t worry, your wolf gal is here, she’s just in the bathroom,” Yoko said, sporting a striped pantsuit and heels. I didn’t say anything about how she claimed Enid was my ‘wolf gal’ (the lack of comprehensive grammar was hurtful to my ears) but I was plotting her death in my mind. I grabbed a cup of the dark red fruit punch and waited until Enid came out. When she did I nearly choked.

Enid was wearing bright gold bellbottom pants with a white tank top and a shimmering see through top. She had flowers on her pants and flower jewelry. She looked pretty good. I definitely wasn’t used to seeing her so dressed up.

After everyone had got a drink, Ajax pulled out a game called ‘Cards Against Humanity’ which was shockingly inappropriate and fun. We played through all that then played a quick round of Never Have I Ever (turns out both Bianca and Yoko had vodka before) before it was already 11:58.

We turned on the TV and sat together as the clock began counting down from a minute thirty. Enid was sitting next to me. I already knew how this would go. Xavier and Bianca would kiss as friends, Ajax and Enid would kiss, and Eugene and Yoko would take a drink of their punch. I wasn’t a fan of New Years, so I would sit and feel no difference between this year and the next. It was all another day. But as the clock reached ten, and everyone else began cheering and counting down, Enid grabbed my hand and pulled me up to stand beside her, her arm around my waist.

10. I looked at Enid.

9. time slowed.

8. I looked around

7. Xavier and Ajax were standing together,

6. Eugene, Bianca, and Yoko all had drinks

5. They had dared the boys to kiss on midnight.

4. Enid looked at me.

3. Her smile faded

2. I leaned in closer.

I closed my eyes.

“HAPPY NEW YEAR!”

Cheers all around me. Horns blowed and laughter ensued at the boys pecking. And something warm. Warm and soft. It was on my lips. I opened my eyes. And there was Enid, her lips pressed on mine. I closed my eyes and pulled Enid closer. Two mouths combined, two hearts turned into one whole. I finally understood what my parents felt. Love. Me and Enid pulled apart and looked at eachother. Enid looked at me with shock and smiled. She laughed and pressed her forehead against mine. My lips turned upwards ever so slightly.

“YA! THEY KISSED! BIANCA OWES ME $10 NOW HAHA!” Yoko shouted.

“DAMMIT YOU TWO WHY COULD’NT YOU HAVE KISSED DURING CHRISTMASTIME?” Bianca yelled.

Enid and look over to see them both. Enid laughed along but I silently gave them a glare and they stopped laughing.

“Bro your lips are chapped as hell,” Xavier said, wiping his mouth.

“Yeah right, you didn’t even kiss them, you kissed my cheek like a chicken,”

“I don’t need to feel them to see how nasty and crusty they look,”

“Shut up!”

That New Year had not turned out as I thought. But surprises come when you least expect them. I kissed Enid again to many cheers, and Enid smiled.

Authors Note: yay lesbians 👍 btw that Ajax Xavier thing wasn’t a ship I just thought it’d be funny idk. New Year’s parties are like that 🤷‍♂️ I don’t ship that but if u do that’s cool 👌

also here’s a little scene for y’all ❤️

“Yokooooooooooo” Enid burst into Yoko’s room, where Bianca was sitting.

“What’s wrong?”

“Wednesdays parents thought we were dating and I panicked and left Wednesday all alone andsheprobablyhatesmeandidontknowwhattodopleasehelpme—”

Yoko looked at Bianca and did a smug. Bianca glared with murderous intentions.

“Let’s make you look amazing for your girlfriend,”

“Thank you Yoko!”

“Your going to have to pay me back ya know”

“You can be my bridesmaid”

“YES-”

anyways happy new year! Let’s hope 2023 brings us better news! (And canon Wenclair)

[giogama08]

Fushiguro Toji, Silk Pajama

I FINISHED IT! Here's my collaboration for @heatwave2021 to @alouphen. I'm really sorry for my English, but I hope is understandable enough. Anyway, I chose your first prompt laying in bed on a hot day. I feel bad that is not longer, but hope you like it. I swear I tried to make it nsfw but I couldn't, it's just so difficult T-T

Word count: 1.1K

Warnings: slightly suggestive, groping, fluff with a suggestive ending, mention of nsfw, f!reader ig.

Thanks to the special training Toji has received since birth, he is practically immune to extreme temperatures. He rarely complains about the weather. Moreover, during his numerous missions, he faces different weather conditions without sweating a drop. He has gone thru hellish deserts and freezing mountains, so an unusual high-temperature season doesn't bother him at all.

You, on the other hand, were another story. With a heatwave right over your town, you weren't having the best time. Both of you agree that to keep the electricity bill low, the air conditioner must be off during the night, so it can be on during the day when the heat is unbearable. But of course, that makes your nights a nightmare.

You woke up before the sun came out, sweating everywhere and the blanket tossed aside. It was still pretty dark outside, and judging by how tired you felt, there must be plenty of time before you had to go to work. Your boyfriend snored pleasantly by your side, sleeping only on his underwear. You couldn't help to curse him in your mind. "How can he sleep with this heat!" you thought. Though maybe it's because he sleeps with almost no clothes. Unlike him, your summer pajama consisted of a simple cotton nightgown, but even that feels too hot right now. So, you had the idea to follow his example and take off your clothes. But even without it, you still felt sticky and gross. Thus, you decided a nice cold shower would help you get rid of the stickiness.

The cold water started running in the shower, sliding over your skin and removing your sweat. Your corporal temperature went back to normal, and you felt relief as you got out.

Surprisingly, it wasn't the sound of falling water that woke Toji. It was the lack of weight on your side of the bed that disrupted his sleep. As he turned over to check, you exited the bathroom with your hair still wet.

"Sorry. Did I wake you?" You asked with concern. Instead of answering, he stared at you longer than usual. He had always thought that you looked gorgeous, but that morning you looked like an angel. With the few morning rays that started passing through the window and the water dripping from your hair, your face seemed to glow. But what really caught his attention was what you were wearing. It was a cute royal blue pajama made of satin, so it felt pretty nice at the touch. It consisted of a camisole and tiny shorts. It wasn't your favorite, but it sure was freshening, and it looked good on you. The only problem was that it was a bit revealing, and you could tell by how your boyfriend was looking at you. Even after just waking up, he looked ready to jump at you.

Flexing his muscles, he extended his hand, urging you to come closer. You climbed back to the bed but stayed as far from him as you could. That, of course, didn't please him.

"Come here," said Toji, almost pouting. He grabbed your waist and pulled you closer, but you pushed him gently.

"No," you replied, feeling how your temperature raised where he touched you. "It's too hot, Toji,"

"Yeah, but that's your fault," he teased with a playful smirk.

"No, I mean that is too hot for that,"

You fought with him for a little, pushing his chest to keep yourselves apart. He, however, was troubled. You looked so good, and the little fight was so adorable that he just wanted to take you right there. Nonetheless, you've never refused to do it, even when you've arrived tired from work. So he figured that you really must be struggling with the temperature. Therefore, he got an idea. He let you go and ran to the kitchen.

You heard the fridge open and, for a moment, worried that Toji might be mad at how you rejected him. But as you were about to call him, he appeared once again at the door. To your surprise, he was carrying a bowl full of ice.

"What are you doing with that?" You asked.

Instead of answering, he laid down with you again and put a bunch of ice on a cotton tissue. Next, he held it against his chest. He grabbed you again and brought you closer, hugging you so you could rest on his shoulder. The fabric with ice pressed against you and relieved your heat for a bit.

"Better?" he asked, stroking your hair carefully.

"Yes," You said, cuddling against him.

It was a nice feeling to be in Toji's arms and feeling the cold tissue to help you cool down.

You two stayed in bed for what felt like hours, with Toji adding some ice every time the ones in the cloth melted. You were so comfortable that you didn't even notice how one of Toji's hands played with the hem of your camisole.

"It really is a nice outfit," He whispered, feeling how your breath slowed, meaning that you were falling asleep again. Unfortunately, the room started to clear as the sunlight entered directly, causing the heat to increase little by little. When Toji noticed you sweating again, and the bowl of ice melted completely, he decided it was time to turn on the air conditioner.

"Don't you have to go to work?" You asked since he always leaves the house before you.

"Later, maybe," he responded with a smile, caressing your cheek. "Right now, I just want to be with you a little more,"

"It's not like you to be this needy," You giggled.

"I'm not needy. I just want to feel your pajama a bit more. It's so soft," Toji's hands roamed through the fabric, tickling you as he wandered over your clothes. Suddenly, you felt how one of his hands moved under your camisole and groped your breast.

"Toji!" you whimpered but made no effort to remove his hand.

"What?" he asked with a devilish smile. "You can't wear this pajama set and expect me to behave decently the whole time,"

As you were about to complain, he shut your mouth with his lips. A kiss hungry and desperate, showing how much he had endured while he waited for you. His tongue moved as he pleased, stealing every breath he could, leaving you both panting. You didn't even realize at what point he changed positions to end up on top of you.

"Now, be prepared, princess," He said with his eye darker than before, "Because we're about to be late for work,"

[ethanesimp]

What Happens Backstage//E.T.

Pairing: Dom! Ethan Torchio x Sub Fem! Reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Summary: Ethan gives you a treat before a performance. 

Request: please write about Ethan on those pictures maybe a smut where Ethan it's like a dom yk I'm so fun of the idea of calling him daddy😭

Warnings: Smut written by a minor, daddy kink, a bit of a praise kink, masturbation... yeah (it starts right off the bat so I just put it under the cut)

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A/N: This is my first smut in like a year? So I hope this is okay and not too cringy. Apart from taking inspiration from those pictures, I also couldn’t help but remember that thing about sex before a performance so uh that’s how this happened ig. But yeah, thanks for the request! Ngl I’m vv scared to post this. Also thank you so much @osterfieldshollandgirl​ for giving me the courage to actually post this thing lmao

He had you pinned against a wall with your hands above your head. Ethan could feel your hot breath on his neck as he massaged your clit through the thin fabric of your panties, "Fuck," You moaned.

Ethan hushed you softly with a quick kiss to your lips, "We don't want anyone to hear us, do we?" You shook your head, "No daddy, of course not."

He smirked and connected his lips to yours in a messy and heated kiss that merely lasted a few seconds. Ethan pulled away, "Good girl," A whine escaped your parted lips, but you bit your bottom lip to suppress the sound. The action made him smirk, he loved that submissive side of you, one that you reserved just for him.

Ethan slowly moved your underwear out of the way and slid two of his fingers into your heat, “You’re so wet for me,” He mumbled and bit your earlobe softly as he kept pumping his fingers in and out of you slowly, too slow for your liking but enough to keep you desperate for more.

You nodded, “Always for you.”

You wanted nothing more than to get out of his strong grasp and touch his body underneath the fishnet shirt he was wearing. Wanted nothing more than to pull the tight black jeans down his legs and get on your knees to please him. The thought alone made you go crazy.

But before you could even ask for his permission, Ethan pulled away. He let your hands go and licked his fingers clean while he kept a hand on your chin, just to make sure you kept looking at him. 

You whined and watched as he walked away without saying anything other than “I’m late for the soundcheck,” Leaving you wet and craving his touch. 

——

You were zoned out for most of their soundcheck. your thoughts couldn’t help but go back to the feeling of his fingers and lips. When Ethan caught you staring, he shot you a wink and that was enough for you to sneak away once you were sure no one was watching. You hurried down the halls of the empty arena and closed the door behind you once you had reached Ethan’s dressing room. 

Eager to get yourself off, you slid your jeans and underwear down your legs and lied down on the inviting couch. You slowly let your hands travel down your body and imagined they were his instead. Your hands slowly slid underneath your shirt and you started to massage your breasts over the pretty red bra you were wearing.

 Your other hand traveled up your legs as you parted them and pulled your shirt up so it rested just below your breasts. Then, after a quick glance at the clock on the wall that told you it would be long before your boyfriend came back, you let your fingers swipe through your folds. 

It felt good. Nowhere near as good as his skillful fingers, but you were desperate after being denied an orgasm more than three times already. A soft sigh escaped your lips as you circled your clit with your thumb.

That pleasure was unfortunately cut short the moment you heard the door open and close before a familiar voice spoke up, “What a fucking brat, couldn’t wait for daddy to come back, could you?” 

You closed your legs and retracted your hand. Ethan tsked and placed one of his warm hands over your knee. He looked breathtaking as he looked down at you, his long hair pulled into a loose bun and his bare chest still glistening with sweat from playing.

His hand moved up your leg teasingly and stayed on your hip as he leaned down and whispered in your ear, “Don’t you dare get shy on me, pretty girl. Go ahead and keep going for me.”

You felt your cheeks heat up at the thought of him watching you. It wouldn’t be the first time since he loved to make you touch yourself in front of the mirror in his room as he whispered how beautiful you were, but it was still a thought that made you clench your thighs together and your toes curl.

Ethan seemed to take notice of it, and with a laugh, he pushed your legs apart, "Be good and do as I say."

He sat down on the other side of the couch as you nodded and let your hand travel down your body once again. Your movements weren’t as urgent anymore, especially with his eyes following your every move attentively. 

You slipped a finger into your heat as you circled your clit with your thumb. A few whimpers escaped your lips at the feeling and you bucked your hips forward after adding a second finger to get them deeper inside you. Ethan started palming himself over his black jeans as he watched, “You look so beautiful touching yourself for me, dolcezza.”

Even if he was enjoying the breathtaking sight in front of him, Ethan spoke once again once he knew you were close to coming, “Okay, that’s enough,” You whined at his words, and would’ve kept on going if you weren’t curious as to what he was about to do next.

He pulled you closer to him until you were straddling his lap. Ethan slowly slid his hands up your sides and gave your hips a soft squeeze. He took off your shirt with ease and threw it on the floor before he pulled you even closer to kiss your lips. Unlike the kiss you had shared before, this one was slow. Ethan took his sweet time moving his lips against yours as his hands roamed your half-naked body.

Ethan toyed with the clasp of your bra before unclasping it. He slid the straps off your shoulders and let it fall to the floor next to your shirt. His calloused hands roughly massaged your breasts as he kept on kissing you.

You wanted to let your hands tangle themselves into his long dark hair, but before you could even think about it, Ethan held them down and pulled away, “Be a good girl for me and keep your hands to yourself. If you behave I might consider making it up to you for all the times I didn’t let you come. You’d like that, wouldn’t you princess?”

“Yes daddy, I’d love that,” You mumbled. 

“That’s my girl,” He whispered before pressing his lips to your neck. Ethan left a trail of kisses from your neck all the way down to the valley of your breasts as he pinched and twisted your nipples, eliciting soft whimpers from you. 

He wrapped his lips around one of your nipples and sucked while he massaged your other breast. You had to resist the urge to lean your chest forward and grab him by the hair to bring him even closer to you because you were fully aware that if you disobeyed his rules, Ethan would probably stop and leave, no matter how aroused he was.

You whimpered as you felt him lick a line from above your belly button to the valley of your breasts. His hands were firmly placed on your sides as he turned you around awkwardly until he was the one straddling you. You giggled at his awkwardness and he smiled in return, but it didn’t take long for his smile to vanish at the sight of your naked body underneath his. There was so much he wanted to do to you.

“Aren’t you just perfect?” Ethan mumbled as he slowly lowered himself to his knees. The feather-like touch of his lips on your thighs sent a shiver down your spine as you watched him kneeling in front of you. 

Ethan swung both of your legs over his shoulders as his hands caressed your legs. He kissed all the way up the inside of your thigh, his eyes always focused on yours. Ethan was teasing you endlessly and he knew it was working too damn well. All you wanted was for him to end all that teasing and put his mouth to good use. 

There was nothing Ethan enjoyed more than to watch you squirm in anticipation at his next move. You looked so perfect and no matter how corny it sounded, he couldn’t help but fall in love with you even more.

He finally stopped his teasing by sliding two fingers into you as his lips sucked your clit. You moaned at the unexpected action and couldn’t help but arch your back. He didn’t waste a second to him you down with his free arm as he kept pumping his fingers in and out of you at a fast pace.

Too lost in the pleasure, you let yourself forget all about his rules and let your hands travel to his long hair. He didn’t seem to mind because he kept going anyways, so you tested the waters and pulled at the strands of hair that were tangled in your hands. 

“You taste so fucking good,” He smiled and didn’t waste a second to keep going after his praise. Ethan eventually slid his fingers out of you and replaced them with his tongue instead, which only made you moan even harder at the feeling.

Had he kept on going, you would’ve been so close to coming. Unfortunately, he stopped all his movements the moment someone knocked on the door. You couldn’t help but mentally curse out whoever had done it because of their stupid fucking timing.

“Ethan, what the fuck? You said you’d be gone for five minutes and it’s already been half an hour!” You heard Thomas shout. At the sound of his annoyed voice, Ethan got up.

He bit his lip as he looked at you. Ethan got closer only to whisper in your ear, “Guess I’m late for soundcheck again,” Your mouth fell open at his words and he chuckled mockingly, “You really thought I’d let you off the hook so easily after disobeying my rules again, princess? I hope you actually behave and wait until I come back.”

And just like that, he walked out of the door, leaving you just as aroused and desperate for him as you’d been earlier. 

[babymetaldoll]

Quarantine with Matthew Gray Gubler (MGG / Reader)

(Not my gif, thank you to whoever made it! )

Requested: Yes :)

Vivir en cuarentena con Matthew, y él hace en vivos por Instagram con y/n respondiendo preguntas de fans

Category: Fluff

Pairing: Matthew Gray Gubler / Reader

Summary: Matthew loves making people happy, and in quarantine, he finds the best way to keep in touch with his fans and do what he loves the most: spend time with (Y/N) 💜

Warnings: Nope

Word count: 2,2K

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A/N: I am so sorry this request took me forever!!  Hello guys!!  thank you for all your comments, and love 💖 You are awesome!! hope you have a great week!!

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Living in quarantine isn't as bad as many people think. It all depends on who you are spending your time locked in with. (Y/N) knew it pretty well, 'cos she had been locked with her husband, Matthew Gray Gubler, in their shared house for the last month.

And even when most people were sick and tired of being home, (Y/N)and Matthew managed to keep themselves busy and mentally sane. In fact, you could feel more stressed considering there was a pandemic and no one could see their loved ones and friends. But being with Matthew made it all so much bearable.

Considering Gubler's job kept him busy most of the time during a normal year and that he didn't have many chances to be home the way he was now, he enjoyed it.

Sleeping in was heaven. And the fact he could stay in, wearing pajama and kimonos, just enjoying his wife's company, was what he needed.

He didn't realize he needed to take a break after years of hard work until he was forced to do it. And god, it felt good.

(Y/N) would keep herself busy writing and reading while Matthew painted and draw by her side.

Their daily activities included: trying new recipes at least three times each week. Gubler would always come with some random exotic dish he always wanted to recreate. And six of eight times, he nailed it.

They would also spend a day in their pajamas doing nothing. Usually, it was Sundays. That was their official cuddles day. Just movies, ice cream, and cuddles.

Matthew also started teaching (Y/N) some magic tricks. She had insisted a few times, but he was very reluctant to do it at first.

- "A magician never shares his tricks, Bunny"- he argued for days.

- "Ok, but what if I am a magician too? Then it would be ok?"

(Y/N) was sitting on his lap, playing with some curls of his hair between her fingers. They were in their backyard, having a picnic. They had set a blanket and had some cookies (Y/N) had baked, along with two tall ice coffee Matthew had prepared, with an obscene amount of whipped cream.

- "And how are you planning to be a magician if you don't know any trick?"- he questioned, raising an eyebrow.

- "Just because you haven't taught me any trick doesn't mean I don't know any!"- she answered, pretending to be insulted.

- "My wife can do magic, and she never told me?"

- "There are a lot of things about your wife you still don't know"- (Y/N) teased and smiled at him.

- "Bunny, we are locked in this house until further notice. I think I have enough time to find out all those things I haven't seen in the last years."

(Y/N) had finally convinced him when she showed him a simple card trick her father had taught her when she was a kid. Gubler got so excited he even presided a ceremony to name her an official magician and invited their friends to be part of it via zoom. Everybody enjoyed their magic tricks and shared a good hour of fun and laughter with them, just like they would do live.

It felt good to be with their loved ones, even if it was just online.

That gave Matthew an idea.

- "Hey, Bunny!"- he walked into the kitchen holding his phone, scrolling down his Instagram feed.

- "What is it, honey?"- (Y/N) asked him as she kept chopping vegetables for dinner.

- "I was thinking maybe I should start doing Instagram live streamings with the fans. Maybe do some magic tricks, tell jokes. I don't know."- (Y/N) raised his eyes from the food and smiled.

- "Sounds awesome! when do you wanna start?"

- "Now?"- he answered a little hesitant

- "And what do you have in mind?"

- "Maybe answering questions and asking them if hanging out via Instagram is something they'd like to do."

(Y/N) chuckled and walked to her husband, pinching his cheeks, making him giggle.

- "You are so adorable, Gub. Like anyone wouldn't love to hang out with you."- he blushed and shook his head.

- "Ok, I'm gonna do it here anyway."

- "While I'm cooking?"- (Y/N) looked confused

- "Yes, I want you near so you can stop me when I start rambling"- (Y/N) laughed and kissed her husband's lips sweetly.

- "I can't stop your rambling, Gubler. But I can mute the video"- she teased, and he pecked her lips, chuckling.

- "Just stop me when I start saying anything embarrassing."

- "Deal."

No one could say Matthew Gray Gubler didn't care about his fans. He was committed to being always nice to anyone who would ask for a picture or an autograph. Why? Because nothing made him happier than making people happy. And if his job gave people joy, he honestly felt his life had a purpose.

That's why he enjoyed his improvised IG stream so much. He just sat on a couch nearby the kitchen and started talking with fans, answering questions.

- "Where am I spending my quarantine? Here is my hunted treehouse. I don't think I had ever been home this much, and it's been awesome."- Gubler stood up and started walking around the room.

- "Who am I spending it with? my gorgeous wife, of course,"- he said and pointed the phone at (Y/N), who was still cooking dinner. She simply waved and smiled

- "She is making sure I eat proper food now... Bunny, people are asking what you are cooking."

- "Pad thai"- she answered with a huge grin- "Gubler's request for tonight's dinner."

- "Maybe we could make a cooking class one day,"- Matthew suggested, and the screen started filling with "YES!!" immediately- "I could teach people how to burn every pan in the house, and you can cook."

(Y/N) nodded, laughing.

- "You can teach everybody how to make the best hotcakes."- (Y/N) answered and walked away from the phone.

It wasn't that she didn't like being part of her husband's activities, but she figured she wasn't really that important. Fans were there to see him, not her.

But Matthew followed her.

- "Yeah! I'll make my famous chocolate chip hotcakes, and you will have to top them!"- (Y/N) laughed and looked at her husband, raising an eyebrow.

- "Battle of the hotcakes?"

- "Yes!"

- "Set a time and a place, and I'll be there"- (Y/N) put her hands in her waist and raised an eyebrow, looking as serious as she could fake it.

- "Tomorrow, noon, here in our kitchen, because we can't leave the house,"- Gubler answered and mimicked his wife's attitude, still streaming everything.

- "Bring it, Gub."

And just like that, another livestream was scheduled.

The next day, at noon, Matthew streamed the funniest hotcake competition there had ever been seen by humankind. At least that's what he described.

- "Let's say it's a tie"- Gubbler decided and finished the last piece of hotcake in his dish- "I'll leave a poll in my stories so you can decide what you wanna see in tomorrow's live."

- "Really?"- (Y/N) asked, surprised- "Which are the options?"

- "Magic tricks or... I don't know. I didn't think this through"- he answered, making his wife giggle.

- "Maybe you could make a Rumple reading"- and Gubler's eye brightened at the idea

- "With my Rumple costume?"

- "I don't see why not"- Gubler looked at the screen and grinned like a kid.

- "Ok, you'll decide, magic classes or Rumple reading."

It was a draw. That's why Gubler did a Rumple reading the next day and decided to prepare a magic class with his wife for later that week.

His followers were having a blast with each one of their streams. Matthew would always try to take a step back and let his wife shine in front of everybody. He thought she was so funny the world needed to see more of her.

And (Y/N) always tried to be the best sidekick for her husband. Helping him make his streamings as fun as possible.

For the Rumple reading, Matthew sat in an armchair by the fireplace, dressed like Rumple, and read the whole book, impersonating voices and everything. Then, (Y/N) read the questions from the fans, and Matthew answered everything.

Gubler dressed like a classic magician for their magic streaming, and his wife was his assistant, helping him with each trick.

And by the end of the week, the people picked Q&A streaming with the two of them. It was the Friday "Chilling with the Gubs special."

- "Your girl is about to steal the whole show"- Shemar called Matthew that week and made him laugh- "She's the best part of the whole stream."

- "Don't flirt with my wife!"- he answered and chuckled.

- "I'm just saying she has a lot of potentials. She should try to do some stand-up comedy."

Gubler loved that comment, though. He knew his wife was awesome, and he wanted the world to know. As simple as that.

- "Ok, Bunny, ready to answer some questions?"- Gubler set the phone in front of them as they sat in their backyard. One more time, they had set a blanket in their favorite spot. And they had cookies and coffee.

- "Hit it!"

It was fun to do those things together. (Y/N) had never been one to be in the spotlight, but she loved being with Matthew. And if he was happy, so was she.

And it took only a second to see how happy Matthew was. He beamed each time he looked at his wife by his side.

- "Ok, this is a good one. What did we have for breakfast today?"- (Y/N) read and chuckled.

- "Good question. Waffles. (Y/N) made waffles, and I ate five, with ice cream. I'm gonna get so fat in quarantine"- the actor answered and felt his wife's hand in his hair.

- "What's your next project"- (Y/N) read- "Oh! that's a good one!"

- "But I won't say anything about it,"- Gubler answered and chuckled- "You'll have to stay tuned."

- "But I can assure you, it's amazing,"- (Y/N) added smiling- "How did you two meet"- the couple looked at each other and giggled.

- "At a party in my best friend's house"- she answered- "She was dating one of Matthew's friends, and they had a huge celebration when they moved in together."

- "And when I saw her, I knew I had to talk to her, but her friends didn't leave her alone."

- "Why didn't you just walked over and talked to me anyway?"- (Y/N) asked and crossed her arms on her chest

- "Because they were intimidating! and I am a shy guy!"- he explained- "I had to wait until you walked away to get yourself a drink to talk to you finally!"

- "You literally appeared by my side as soon as I walked away from them"- (Y/N) laughed, remembering the moment- "It was so funny!"

- "Hey! it might have been my only chance! I needed to take it!"- Matthew held her hand and played with her fingers, thinking he was glad non of that was in the camera angle.

- "And it worked"- (Y/N) answered and smiled at her husband, thinking as soon as that livestream was over, she was going to have a serious make out session with him

- "I'm glad it did. Quarantine would suck without you."

Gubler answered and smiled, thinking as soon as that stream was over, he was going to jump on her and kiss every inch of her body, just because she looked so beautiful that day.

- "Are you guys planning on having kids?"- (Y/N) read and turned all kinds of pink. There was a silence between the couple as they just looked at each other and shrugged.

- "We'd make cute babies"- Matthew answered- "And we could clearly keep them entertained."

(Y/N) laughed and shook her head.

- "We are not streaming that!!"

- "What?"

- "The baby-making part!"- she joked, and Gubler blushed, laughing and falling back on the blanket.

- "That idea never crossed my mind!"

- "I had to say it! Just in case"- (Y/N) argued and chuckled.

She had thought about having babies in the last few months. But getting pregnant during a pandemic didn't sound like a good idea.

Or was it?

- "Ok, everybody. We are signing out for today"- Gubler announced and waved at the camera- "Take care, stay in your house this weekend, and we'll come back maybe next week."

- "Maybe people can suggest what they'd like to see"- (Y/N) said and looked at Gubler, smiling back at her.

- "I'll leave the option in one of my stories so that you can leave your suggestions. See you!!"

The livestream was over. Gubler left his phone aside and looked at his wife. She was sipping her coffee and fidgeting with her fingers on the fabric of her jeans.

- "We would make cute babies, though,"- Matthew whispered and watched her beam at those words. That was all he needed to know.

- "You would spoil them so much"- (Y/N) replied, giggling.

- "Only because they will be just like you, and I love to spoil you so much"- he opened his arms, and (Y/N) leaned in, resting her body against his.

- "So... do you wanna have a baby Gub?"- she whispered against his chest- her voice was muffled, but he heard her clearly.

- "I think I do. You?"- Gubler answered, feeling his heart beating faster.

- "Me too."

(Y/N) muttered and giggled. Matthew looked at her and leaned in a little closer, kissing her lips sweetly.

It was a massive step for them, and they were very excited to do it.

- "Do you wanna start now?"- Matthew suggested, and (Y/N) blushed immediately- "I mean... I was going to suggest sex before, but now..."

- "The sooner, the better, Gubler,"- (Y/N) replied and bit her lips- "After all, we are gonna have to do a lot of practice before we succeed."

[kylie-writes-stuff]

custody

-> characters: quackity x reader, your sibling (Mason), tiger

-> word count: 1,059

-> warnings: i'm not really sure what requires a warning so ??: not really fluff or angst ig but there's a happy ending, homophobic parents, uh, idk

-> summary: alex and y/n break up, but they have a pet and neither is of them want to give it up. they spend a few days each with the pet separately. but it kinda helps them get together again.

-> a/n: idrk why i added a sibling, i just did ?? i never think about stuff before i write it. i just kinda go for it. i also didn't proofread so sorry if there's any mistakes. hope you like it! let me know what you think :)

Around a month ago, when you had broken up, you asked, “Who gets custody of the kid?” 

You were trying to lift the tension a little, the both of you laughing softly through your tears.

You and Alex didn’t end on bad terms, not at all. You just agreed that it was for the best. Things got complicated with the two of you both being almost full time streamers, Alex in law school, you working a part-time job and now having to take care of your little sibling. Lots of different components. It was hard to just have time to be together.

You knew Alex loved Tiger. He knew you loved him too. Even though, when you asked it, it was somewhat a joke, the two of you still had to decide.

“Joint-custody?” He had asked.

So now here you were, getting out of your car and locking it before walking into the apartment complex in front of you.

You knocked on the door and waited patiently.

"(Y/n) hey, come in," Alex greeted.

"Hey Alex," You said back.

It was still somewhat awkward, of course it would be, but it was getting better.

Tiger came running up to you, stretching against your leg, trying to bump your hand with his head.

"Hey little guy," you smiled, petting him.

Alex got out his carrier and handed it to you.

"Getting ready for a stream?" You asked while you put Tiger in the carrier, noticing how Alex was rushing around, a certain look on his face.

"Yeah, it's a... it's a big one," He sighed.

"Hey," you smiled at him, "you're gonna do great. You always do."

He smiled back, "Thanks, I needed that."

"Of course. You'll come get him on Friday?"

"Yup."

"Alright, see ya," And you were out the door.

The exchange never really lasted long. You already had everything you needed in your house, so you only had to grab Tiger himself.

It was kinda weird. Friends would come over and notice the litter box, toys, and food, and would ask to see your cat. It was hard having to explain that "Oh, he's... he's, uh, not here right now. Yeah, he's at his dad's house."

At first, Tiger was confused. But he's gotten somewhat used to it by now. You could just tell he loved both you and Alex, as much as you guys loved him.

When you got home, you let Tiger out and he started playing with your sibling.

Your sibling was a nice kid. They had come out to your parents and, of course, your parents didn't take it well. Bisexual and now non-binary? No way!

Those asshole had kicked Mason out of the house. They didn't know what to do. They were broken. They called you, knowing you were always there for them, and of course you took them in.

The 14 year old had formed a nice friendship with Alex. They were sad too when you broke up but they understood.

The two of you sat, playing Mario Kart, with Tiger laying across your lap.

You checked the time, "Woah, dude, you gotta get to bed. You have school tomorrow."

"You sound like Mom," Mason said, rolling their eyes but getting up anyways.

"Ew, never say that again!" You laughed, throwing a pillow in their direction.

You decided to head to bed too.

You laid there with Tiger on your chest, and Alex's stream pulled up on your phone.

The two of you were happy when you were together. Hell, you would've been the perfect couple. If only the world didn't work the way it did...

You missed him, obviously.

But you would never admit it.

-

Eventually, Friday rolled around.

"Ready to go back to your dad's?" You asked Tiger, petting him softly.

"You talk to him like a real kid," Mason teased.

"Shut up," you laughed.

Soon, you heard a knock on the door. Tiger did too, seeing as he was already making his way over there.

You opened the door and Alex was standing there. "Hey,"

"Hi,"

He came in, as usual.

"Hey, Alex!" Mason greeted.

"Ah hey, kiddo," Alex said back, somehow matching their energy.

You laughed and said "Hey Al, his carrier's upstairs. Give me a sec," to which he nodded.

It had been a somewhat colder day. Nothing to bad though.

That's why it was surprise when you had opened the door for Alex to leave, just to be greeted with rain coming down hard.

Alex tried walking through the door but you pulled him back by his hood.

"Woah, hey,"

"What?"

"I'm not letting you go out in that, are you insane?" You said, gesturing towards the rain.

He looked back outside, "It's not that bad, we'll be okay."

"Dude, I'm not gonna risk that. Just hang out for a bit, okay? Let the rain calm down."

"Okay," He agreed.

It was awkward at first, but after the first hour or so, your nerves eased.

It was almost back to how it was before. You, Alex, and Mason making jokes and playing games. Tiger going from person to person. Everything was fine.

You turned your phone towards your little sibling, showing them the time.

"A little longer?" They whined, "C'mon, man, give me one more hour. Alex is here!"

You looked over at Alex and he nodded.

"Sure," you sighed, "one more hour."

And so the night carried on like that. It was fun. So fun that none you had even realized that the rain had settled.

Once Mason went upstairs for bed, it was just you and Alex.

You were able to keep the same energy, laughing and hanging out together.

"Oh hey," you finally realized, "the rain stopped."

"Oh."

You two sat there for a moment more.

"Uh, (Y/n)?" Alex asked.

"Yeah?"

"Thank you."

"For what?"

"Letting me hang out, I guess. Mostly for not letting me go out in the rain. I didn't think you cared..."

"Alex," you looked at him, "of course I care. I never stopped caring about you."

He pulled you into a hug, taking you by surprise.

It didn't take long for you to wrap your arms around him as well.

"Once we figure everything out..." He whispered.

"Mhm?"

"I-I'd like to try again. You know, try... us again."

You smiled up at him, "I'd like that too."

[izchone]

— LATE PROJECT. z.ch

genre: fluff!

sum: you and chenle try to finish a project that was due yesterday <3

info: school setting! ,, lazy(?)chenle! and fem!reader! ,, this is kinda long too lol this was only supposed to be a drabble but ig not

“can you give me a pen?” you asked chenle. both of you were working on a literature project that was due yesterday, except one of you guys was actually doing the work.

“here,” he said in an annoyed manner as he lazily passed you a blue pen.

“this is your fault if we get a bad grade,” you said in the same tone. chenle rolled his eyes.

“we’re getting a bad grade anyway, this project is marked as late,” chenle replied, twirling a pencil around in his hand.

“i just wanna get this done with as much effort as possible,” you said to the bored-looking boy. “i wanna try pulling my grade up even if we get a 60 or something.”

“then get it done,” chenle followed. “you’re pulling up my grade too, you know?” he added while he smirked.

you scoffed at his words. “yeah okay, both of our grades then. but can you help me with this and not sit around the classroom like an idiot?” you said to him, voice raised a little at the end of your sentence. chenle laughed.

“okay, fine, what are we doing?” he stood up from the desk and sat across from you.

“just type your part of the essay about the main character and glue these down on the poster board,” you said, turning the computer to his side. he nodded his head and started working.

since then, the room was silent with occasional noises of a keyboard clicking and a pen writing on paper.

but while you were gluing some pieces of the project to the poster board, chenle payed no attention to the essay and instead stared at you. not in a creepy way, just admiring you from afar.

“teach is literally so smart for partnering me up with her,” chenle thought, still staring at you from the computer. “and the way she draws a huge box on the paper with glue is really cute.”

a sudden knock was heard at the door. “hey, you two, im sorry to interrupt, but me and the staff have a meeting in here today. you can move to the library or go out on the soccer field to finish your pro- hey, this was due a day ago!” your literature teacher exclaimed.

“im sorry, miss. we promise this won’t happen again,” chenle bowed from his seat as an apology.

“i hope it won’t. but if it’s okay with you, may i see what you guys have done so far?” you teacher asked the both of you.

“of course!” you said with an inviting smile on your face. the teacher grabbed a seat between you and chenle to take a look at your project.

“what a nice job on the poster board,” the teacher awed at you and chenles (mostly yours) work. “and may i read what you guys have written on the essay?”

you nodded your head and turned the computer to the teachers direction. she looked rather invested and impressed by the work.

“that was a wonderful job, guys, i loved the details,” your teacher smiled at the both of you. “but i don’t remember the main character drawing anything with glue on paper..” she said raising a curious eyebrow. you looked over to chenle and all you could see was his eyes open wide and faint blush painted on his cheeks, and it seemed like your teacher noticed.

“i will talk to you guys about this later. other than that, a splendid job, ill give both of yall full credit,” your teacher said before she shut the door and left the classroom.

on the other hand, you and chenle were stoked.

“that’s like the nicest thing she’s done all year,” you said, mouth agape.

“pretty much, all thanks to you,” chenle replied, giving you a playful wink.

“uh huh, your welcome,” you tried winking back, but failed. chenle shook his head jokingly and laughed. “also, what was that glue thing about? i didn’t see anything in the novel about that.”

“it’s nothing,” he said putting his hand on the back of his neck shyly. “ill see you tomorrow,” chenle added as he got up from his chair and headed to the exit. “and text me when you get home, too, i wanna tell you something.”

“why not tell me now?” you asked him.

“do you wanna know that badly?” chenle put his hand on his hip.

“i guess.”

“open up the essay,” he closed the exit door and sat back down in his chair.

“okay, and now what?”

“second paragraph, read it out loud.”

you cleared your throat as a dramatic effect and started to read. “i really like her because of the way she does things. the way she talks, the way she squints her eyes when she’s looking at something, and the way she smiles. it’s really cute to me. and she even draws a box with glue on paper like a first grader! it’s kind of funny though because who glues stuff like that. now that i think about it, she would play a good role for the main character in a book, its almost like she could replace the one in the novel. the book would be so much more interesting to be honest. anyway, im really glad teach partnered me up with y/n. i realized how nice and cute she was, even if she got mad at me at times for not doing my part.”

instead of chenle, it was you with your eyes wide open and your face painted with a faint blush.

“you wrote about me?” you asked him eyes still wide.

“i literally put your name in there, dummy, obviously i wrote about you,” he chuckled. “actually, i thought i said all of that in my head. i didn’t know i typed it out. and it was kinda embarrassing when teach called the glue thing out too,” he said looking down at his feet. you looked at him with content while your lips formed into a smile.

“that was really sweet, chenle, that made my day,” you replied. “but why did you have to mention the first grader part? i’m not in first grade!” you sent him a frown. he smiled endearingly at your pouty state.

“you’re in first grade to me,” chenle muttered.

“me in first grade? im the one who got us a perfect score!”

“what does that have to do with anything, y/n!”

and the bickering didn’t stop until 30 minutes later. oh, and the staff had to cancel the meeting because of you two.

[itsadamcole]

arranged

fem!reader x drew mcintyre

reader was just a regular American girl who has some royal family members in Scotland. Drew is the heir to the Scottish throne, and he needed to marry to become king. Drew and reader were married only days after they met, making reader a Scottish princess. both were against the wedding. now, the two want nothing to do with each other unless they have to attend a public event, until one night ...

word count: 3.6k

warnings: prince!drew, arguments, arranged marriage (ig that's what you can call it?), angst, a tiny bit of fluff

— this was originally gonna be one part but now it’s two bc that’s just the way the writing brought me. this was also gonna go in a completely different direction than it did but now this is it. enjoy —

part 2 || masterlist || request an imagine here

***

You're getting ready in your chambers. The maids are helping you get ready for the annual New Years Ball that the royal family of Scotland puts on every January 1st. Your long Y/H/C colored hair is being curled by one of the maids while another does your makeup. A third maid is making sure your dress and shoes are ready for you for when your hair and makeup are done.

Balls are not your thing. Actually, going out in public with your husband is not your thing. It's only a few times a week but you're not all about the fake smiles and hand-holding when you were never supposed to marry him anyway.

Being a princess was not on your list of things to be in life. You were an up and rising professional wrestler. Your great Aunt Blair asked you to come to Scotland to meet someone while you were wrestling on Ring of Honor. You had no idea that she meant that she actually volunteered you to marry the heir to the Scottish throne.

The maid doing your hair throws some little white flowers with a sparkly silver lining on the end of the petals. The maid doing your makeup has done a silver smokey eye look with some highlight, blush, and nude lipstick color.

Your nails were done earlier in the day. You got an acrylic French manicure. The nails are kind of long and oval-shaped.

"Princess," one of the maids says. "Yer dress is ready for ya when ya're."

You look at the ballgown hanging up in your large closet and sigh softly.

Once your hair and makeup are done, you get up. One of the maids grabs the dress. You take off the long, silky robe and the dress is pulled over your head. You're zipped up and the maids puff out the skirt.

The silver ball gown is very poofy with a small trail. The dress is strapless and very sparkly. The neck dips down a little bit. The top is tight and gets poofy at the waist. You put on silver heels to match the dress.

You put on silver earrings and a necklace, as well as your diamond engagement ring and silver wedding band.

There's a knock on your door as one of the maids put on a silver tiara since you are the princess of Scotland. Another one answers the door.

"Oh, yer highness," she says, bowing. "The princess is almost ready."

A male voice says, "Thank ya, Miss Arabel." Your husband, Drew, is at the door.

After some finishing touches, you're finally ready. You walk up to the door and look at Drew, who's dressed nicely in a black and white suit with a silver tie to match you. His hair in a neat ponytail on the back of his head. He's also wearing his wedding band.

"Ready?" he asks. You can hear the annoyance in his voice.

You nod and mumble, "Sure."

Drew hooks his arm with yours and the two of you head down to the ballroom.

You wait at the door with Drew's father and brother. The royal family is announced together. Drew's father, the King of Scotland, says, "Y/N, ya look stunning. Doesn't she, Drew?" He looks at his eldest son.

Drew just nods and says, "Sure, it's a little too much though."

Anger rises within you as Drew's dad signals for the door to be opened. The guard at the door opens the door and another guard yells, "Introducing the Royal Family of Scotland. The king, Andrew, Prince Drew, Princess Y/N, and Prince John."

Music plays and a fake smile forms on your lips as you follow Drew's father into the large ballroom. Most of the room is made of gold and a large chandelier hangs on the ceiling.

"The princess looks stunning."

"Look at the princess."

The comments make you blush and the fake smile turns real. Drew looks down at you without you knowing.

You and Drew mingle, talking with guests together. Drew steals occasional glances at you but you don't notice as you laugh with the guests.

Being an American, you're still learning about all the Scottish traditions. You've only been over here for a few months so everyday is a learning experience. The guests ask what you did for the holidays with Drew and his family since it's your first time in the country.

"Oh, we celebrated Christmas the way we do in America," you explain to the guests who asked. "Christmas Eve dinner, presents on Christmas morning, and Christmas dinner on Christmas Day. Drew and I also watched some Christmas movies that night. I've heard that Scotland's Christmas traditions are similar to America's."

You added the part about Drew to make it seem like you and your husband actually spent time together on Christmas. After dinner, you went off to your separate chambers and you watched Christmas movies over FaceTime with your friend who now works in NXT, Candice LeRae.

The guests are all very interested. Then the music changes and Drew asks, "M'lady, may I have this dance?"

You look up at Drew and say, "Uh, yeah. Sure." He takes your hand and you excuse yourself from the small group and walk to the dance floor with Drew.

He takes one of your hands in his and the other goes to your waist. You hold up your very poofy skirt so you don't trip.

The dance is slow at first, to make sure you don't trip. Once you're both in sync with each other and you're sure you won't trip, Drew speeds up the movements.

"Wow," Drew says. "My toes aren't bruised yet. Looks like those dance lessons 're paying off."

You stare up at Drew, who is standing tall above you at six foot five. "You're so funny, Drew," you say, rolling your eyes. "I almost peed from laughing so hard."

Drew says, "And there's the sarcasm I absolutely just love about ya."

"As if you love anything about me," you mumble to yourself.

The air turns tense and he says, "Ya could only wish that I'd love ya, or anything about this relationship."

Rolling your eyes, you say, "Maybe if you spent time with me, maybe you'd actually start liking things about this relationship. You only married me to become king when your father relinquishes the crown in a few months."

He looks around and says in a hush tone, "Believe it or not, Y/N, but I married ya for several reasons. Yes, I needed t'marry t'become king but I was excited to start a family. Then ya got here and were nothing like I expected. Yeah, I have an attitude with ya but that's because ya have one with me all the time."

Annoyance rises within you and you say, "I gave up my career to come here. I gave up my dreams of wrestling for WWE and winning titles for the company. I'm not happy I'm in this marriage, Drew. I married a stranger and you're still a stranger to me."

Guests start to look at you and Drew so he takes your hand and whisks you off to a more private area in one of the hallways. You trip over your gown as you follow closely behind Drew.

The door closes and now you're alone with Drew. He looks at you and says, "I'm sorry that ya gave up wrestling to come here and marry me, Y/N. I'm not that happy about it either but if I wanted t'succeed my father then I had'ta marry someone, and that someone is ya."

"You could've picked someone in the country, Drew," you say. "Seriously, you had to pick me."

Drew says, "Yer aunt spoke very highly of ya when she would visit my father. When my father told me I needed t'marry, my mind went t'ya. I didn't think about the repercussions ya would face when I told my father I wanted ya t'be my wife."

Sighing, you say, "Wrestling was taken away from me and I moved away to a country to marry a prince. It's been overwhelming for me and you are nowhere to be seen. I've been taking princess lessons for months and I'm still struggling. It doesn't help I'm alone, Drew, in a foreign country. I don't even have wrestling anymore because I 'can't risk getting hurt'. It's not a fairytale ending like in the books."

There's a silence between the two of you before Drew says, "It still can be"

You look at Drew and ask, "What does that mean?"

He meets your eyes and suddenly you feel butterflies. You've never felt butterflies in your stomach since meeting Drew.

"I just thought that maybe before the coronation that maybe we can go t'America and see a few wrestling shows," he says slowly. "I'm a big fan myself."

Everyday in Scotland is a learning experience. You didn't know that he was a wrestling fan.

You say, "I'd, uh, like that."

Drew slowly takes your hand and he says, "I also thought that maybe we can share a room together like a married couple should."

Confused, you say, "It was your idea to have the separate chambers since we 'didn't have to be married within the four walls of the castle'. At least that's what you told me."

He says, "Contrary to popular belief, I actually do like ya, Y/N. Why do ya think my mind went t'ya when asked if there was someone I wanted t'marry? The girls in this country are beautiful, don't get me wrong, but ya. There's just something about ya that peeks my interests."

You stare up at Drew and for a second before you say, "We've been married for months and this is all coming out now."

"We've never had this conversation until now," Drew says, shrugging his shoulders a bit. "By the way, ya do look stunning in that dress. Shows yer personality really well."

You get flustered and say, "You said it was too much."

Drew chuckles and says, "I'm just that good of a liar, I guess."

A little bit of annoyance creeps up and you say, "Stop lying to me, Drew. I'm confused and now I have a headache because of what you're saying to me."

He says, "I know, I'm sorry. I can walk ya to yer room if ya wanna go lay down and get rid of that ache."

You soften up a bit and say, "Yeah." That's all you say. That's all you feel like you can say.

So, Drew walks you to your chambers. You notice that you're still holding his hand when you arrive at the door of your room. He turns toward you and says, "Whenever ya would like t'go see those wrestling shows in America then let me know and we'll go, okay?"

You nod and look up at your husband. "Thank you, Drew," you say. "Offering to go see some wrestling shows in my home country sounds really nice."

Drew says, "It's been a while since I've been to America and I'd like t'see where my wife is from."

My wife. He said you were his wife. That was the first time behind closed doors that he's referred to you as his wife.

There's another silence between the two of you before you say, "I'm, um, going to head inside. Take some medicine and lay down."

"Can I stop by later t'make sure yer okay?" he asks slowly and cautiously.

You consider it for a moment before you say, "Yeah, sure. Just come in if you do because knocking may make my headache worse."

Drew nods and says, "Alright."

You look up at Drew and the air between the two of you thickens a bit. Your heart races in your chest as you wait for Drew to do something.

He pushes a loose curl behind your ear before he kisses your cheek lightly. Your heart almost jumps out of your chest when his lips touch your cheek. You look at him as he pulls away from you slowly.

"Goodnight, in case yer asleep when I come check on ya after the party," Drew says quietly.

You nod and say in almost a whisper, "Goodnight."

He shoots you a smile before walking off to the party again. You stand in the hallway for a second, playing with your engagement ring as you watch him walk off.

For the first time in this marriage, Drew's actions and words made you have butterflies in your stomach and made your heart race.

If you didn't know any better then you might be falling for your husband.

***

The moment between you and Drew has melted away by morning. You walked down to breakfast early the next morning and he doesn't even acknowledge your presence at the table.

"Y/N, are ya feeling okay?" Drew's dad asks. "Ya left with Drew and only Drew came back."

Nodding, you say, "Yeah. I just wasn't feeling well so I went to bed a little early. That's all."

Drew finally glances at you and his dad says, "Feeling better this morning, I hope?"

"Depends," you say, looking at Drew. "Is your eldest son going to keep ignoring me like he is right now?"

His dad looks at him and asks, "Is there something wrong?"

You say, "No, nothing's wrong." You get angry and stand up. "Excuse me but I think I'm going to go back to my chambers. I'm not feeling well again."

After you're done talking, you leave and go back to your room. You've just closed the door when there's a knock.

Reluctantly, you go and answer it. Drew stands in the doorway and you say, "Oh, great. It's you. Come to promise me something else then ignore me again?"

Drew says, "Look, I'm sorry. This whole thing is new to me, Y/N. I'm 35 and I haven't been in a serious relationship like this."

"We're not even in a relationship, Drew," you spit at him. "We're legally bind to each other for you to become king."

He says, "I'm trying here, Y/N!" His voice is rising. "I'm fucking trying. We met, were engaged then married within weeks. I'm trying t'be a good husband in public while also trying t'form a relationship with you behind closed doors. It's not easy. Especially because I do want a relationship with ya, Y/N."

You glare at him and say, "Ignoring me isn't trying, Drew."

He says, "I know, Y/N." He rubs his face. "God, I'm terrible at communicating how I feel and this is whole new territory for me."

Deciding to lighten the air, you say, "If you want to be king then you have to work on communication skills there, Drew."

Drew looks at you and says, "I'm gonna pretend that I didn't just hear ya say that."

You smile and say, "Come on, Drew. Lighten up a bit. Here, tell me the truth. How do you feel when you're around me?"

Your husband blinks at you and thinks for a second. He says, "I, uh, I feel nervous. Ya make me a little nervous, Y/N. My heart races when ya're around me, especially when we touch. Um, when ya walk into a room, I feel a knot in my stomach. I don't know what it's called-"

"Butterflies," you say, helping him out. "They're called butterflies in the stomach. It's what happens when we're around someone who we may or may not like."

Drew looks down at you and says, "Sounds like yer talking from experience."

You nod slightly and say, "I am."

He blinks at you and starts to say something before someone walks into the hallway and say, "I apologize for the interruption, your highnesses. Prince Drew, your father has requested your presence in his chambers. Immediately."

Drew nods and says, "One second." He turns toward you. "When I'm done with my father, I'll come back and we can keep talking. Okay?"

You nod and he smiles before walking off quickly.

That's when you notice when there are butterflies in your stomach again.

***

It's hours later and you're still waiting for Drew. You've asked your maids if they've seen him and they've all said that he's still with his father.

You're watching Freaky Friday on Disney Plus when the doors to your chambers open. A red-faced Drew walks in and you ask, "Woah, Fire Face. What's wrong?"

"My father is what's wrong," Drew says. He's pacing around the room and you pause the movie, getting up and walking to him.

You say, "Talk to me, Drew." He doesn't look at you. "Hey, dumbass. I'm your wife, remember? You're supposed to talk to me about this stuff."

Finally, Drew looks down at you. You're so much shorter than him. You're barely five foot four. You're eye level with his chest and you have to tilt your head up to look at Drew.

He says, "My father just told me that we're going on a two week tour of the country. He wants me t'know the country before I ascend the throne."

"What's the matter with that?" you ask, gently stroking Drew's arm to calm him down.

His eyes are on your hand on his arm as he says, "I wanted t'surprise ya with tickets home t'America for the two weeks that we'll be on tour."

Your eyes widen and you say, "We can go when we get back."

Drew says, "When we got t'America, yer friend was gonna meet us in Florida. I got ya cleared t'wrestle in one match in WWE against your friend. It was more than just going t'see some wrestling shows in America. When we got t' ya're hometown, I was gonna take ya t'yer favorite spot that ya told me about before and I was gonna ask if ya wanted t'try and be a real couple."

Your heart sinks into stomach when you see how upset Drew is about this. You say, "You had all that planned out for me? For us?"

He nods and says, "I wanted ya to feel less alone and I wanted ya t'have at least one more match before ya actually have t'give up wrestling."

You console Drew by hugging him. You close your eyes and you say, "I already feel less alone, Drew."

"What about yer one more match?" he asks.

Looking up at Drew, you say, "I've already come to terms with the fact I'll probably never wrestle again. It would have been amazing to be in a WWE ring but I don't need one more match."

His hands rest on your cheeks before he says, "I'll get ya in a WWE ring at some point, Y/N. Ya gave up yer career t'be here. It's the least I can do."

The idea of talking to Drew's father pops into your mind and you say, "I need to do something really quick. Can you excuse me?"

Drew nods and you let go of each other before you walk off to the king's chambers.

At the door, you knock. A "come in" is said from the other side so you open the large doors.

King Andrew sits at his desk and he looks up at you. "Ah, Y/N," he says, getting up. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"Postpone the tour of Scotland," you bluntly say. "Please, sir."

His face hardens a bit as he says, "Drew must've told ya what was happening."

You nod and say, "He did, and he pulled a lot of strings to surprise me back home. Mr. King Sir, he gave me an opportunity to do the thing I love one more time before I give it up to join him by his side as queen of this beautiful country. He wants to take this trip to help us get closer so maybe we could be together behind closed doors as well. Let us take this trip and the day we get back, we can tour this country that I can proudly say I call my second home."

Andrew looks at you as you talk. He leans against his desk and crosses his arms across his chest, looking down at the floor when you're done talking.

You wait for a response.

It's almost an eternity before he says, "I can remember what it was like t'be in love with Drew's mother when we were younger. All the trips we took were always business, never for pleasure. Then she got sick and she died, and I regret that we never got to go on a trip just for pleasure. So, I will postpone the tour so ya and Drew can visit the States, but the day ya get back is the day the tour of Scotland begins."

You smile and say, "Yes, Mr. King Sir. May I go tell Drew the news?"

He nods and dismisses you.

As soon as you're out of the room, you take off back toward your chambers. Drew sits on the small love seat in your room and looks at you when you walk in.

"When do we leave to go to America?"

—

tags: @drewmcintyrekoccsrocbwdgfan

[gummygowon]

a dad? | kim hongjoong

word count:1.7k 

genre: fluff, angst if you really wanted it to be 

established relationship!

warnings: possible pregnancy

you were bouncing your leg up and down so quickly you were sure you were going to leave a dent on the floor.

you nervously eyed the timer on your phone and then glanced over to the thing that could basically change everything in your life.

"y/n? you alright in there?" your best friend asked, as she knocked on the bathroom stall.

she had dragged you into the nearest drug store after you've thrown up for the third time this week and had just missed your period.

"yeah, i'm doing just great." you replied sarcastically, hiding the nerves in you.

she just sighed at your response, "you know y/n, he's not going to leave you."

"you don't know that." you argued.

you had been dating kim hongjoong for quite awhile now. you were there during his trainee days and had supported him through everything. his career as a kpop idol was soaring and having a baby now would cause so much chaos for the both you. the public didn't even know of your guys's relationship so how would they react once they found he was dad already at the age of twenty-one? shit, you guys weren't even engaged.

a loud, annoying alarm had rung from your phone, pulling you back to reality.

"y/n, i'll still be here for you no matter the result." your best friend comforted you.

you took a deep, shaky breath as you peered over the test. the test that would ultimately change your lives forever.

two bright red lines stared right back at you as your heart dropped.

you felt tears prick your eyes and a quiet sob escaped your lips.

"y/n?" your best friend asked before slipping underneath the stall to hug you.

you were shaking violently as you held up the positive pregnancy test, "i'm pregnant."

your best friend didn't say anything as she engulfed you into a tight hug. you began sobbing into your friend's shoulder.

"how i am going to tell hongjoong." you cried.

"honey, relax. he'll still love you no matter what and he won't push you to do anything you don't want to do."

you didn't say anything else after that, afraid of what was going to happen next.

the two of you have been living together for three years now and your apartment seemed too small to raise a child. and how was hongjoong going to take care of your child if he was working all the time at the studio? how was his manger going to react to you guys being so careless? their manger was already shifty on your relationship with him to begin with.

all of your doubts and worries had fogged up your mind like smoke.

but your biggest fear was that he was going to leave you in the dust and never talk to you again. the thought of that ever happening made you sob even harder.

you were thankful to have your best friend. you knew she was going to stick through everything with you and you would do the exact same without a doubt. hell, she was comforting you right now in a freakin cvs bathroom.

once you had controlled your sobs and were ready to face the harsh world, the two of you went back to your apartment before your boyfriend was going to come home.

the two of you watched old disney movies until your best friend had to leave for dinner. and of course, she made you pick out potential baby names.

deep down, you wanted to keep the baby and start a family with him. the two of you even talked about having kids together but you didn't realize that the opportunity would literally come right now in the midst of his career and your bachelor degree. having a baby would be incredibly difficult to take care of but if the both of you wanted to keep it then you were going to figure out a way.

you had thrown away the box of the pregnancy test and let the real thing sit on your sink counter.

"y/n!" your best friend called for you. "the water is boiling!"

you had just begun preparing dinner for your boyfriend and you. tonight, you settled on making some tasty, homemade ramen. nothing, too special. you still had no idea how you were going to tell hongjoong that you were carrying his child.

you sprinted out of the bathroom, leaving the test on on the counter.

"shit!" you yelped as you quickly turned down the heat before the pot had a chance to overflow.

you sighed in relief as you watched the bubbles sink back down. "you know, you could've just helped me out here."

"i would but my mom made some bombass noodles and i can hear them calling my name." she defended as she slipped on her shoes.

"oh, fuck you." you joked and stuck out your tongue.

"yeah, yeah. i'll see you later." she waved at you and reached for the door.

"thank you for everything!" you called out to her as she slipped out of your apartment.

"of course, just text me if you need anything else ok?"

you nodded happily as you watched your best friend leave. you added the noodles into your pot and were stirring them carefully. until it hit you that you still didn't have any idea on how you were going to tell hongjoong.

"fuck." you mumbled under your breath and reached for your cell phone.

you immediately texted your best friend, how the fuck am i supposed to tell him?

you watched as the bubble with three dots appeared,

i'm not the one dating him.

bitch that has nothing to do with this

you're creative, i know you can come up with something and i think hongjoong would prefer something more small and private anyways.

ok yeah, you're right ig.

thank youu

i know i'm right

literally shut up

you're welcome

you sighed in response to the text and focused on making dinner while thinking up ways to tell him.

you were so deep in thought that you didn't even notice that your boyfriend came home. it wasn't until he wrapped his arms around you while you were chopping the chicken for dinner. you jumped at his jump, nearly cutting off your finger.

"don't scare me like that!" you whined at your boyfriend.

he chuckled at you, "sorry, i didn't mean to scare you. i thought you would've noticed me by then."

you felt your heart begin to race.

"hey are you okay?" he asked as he leaned his head on your shoulder.

"yes, i just have something to tell you later." you confessed, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt.

"why can't you tell me now?" hongjoong whined.

"cause you stink." you laughed as you escaped his grasp. "shower and i'll tell you while we eat.

"fine, you're so difficult."

you rolled your eyes at him, "guess i just have more to eat then."

"oh, hell no."

"go shower!" you scolded.

"ok, ok i'm going." he put his hands up in defense as he left the the kitchen.

you resumed your cooking and was now putting the dish together. you were in the middle of setting up the dinner table when hongjoong came bursting into the kitchen again.

"what?" you perked your head up at him in concern.

"is this yours?" he asked as held up the plastic stick.

your felt your heart drop and nodded your head weakly, not even daring to look at him. you were supposed to tell him and not have him find out like this. this was going great so far. "i was going to tell you today."

he moved closer to you, "when did you take this?"

"today." you mumbled. "i'm sorry, i don't know how it happened. and i swear i'm still on the pill-"

"y/n," he cut you off. "i'm so happy."

"huh?" you were honestly feeling about twenty different emotions right now. "you're not mad?"

"why would i be mad?" he asked as he pulled you into a hug.

"because i thought it would ruin your career." you confessed. you felt him began to shake. "hongjoong?"

he pulled away from you with tears streaming down his face. "y/n, i'm going to be a dad!"

you couldn't help but laugh at his reaction with tears of your own.

"i'm so happy." he cried.

you cried even harder, feeling overwhelmed with happiness even though the reveal didn't go the way you wanted.

"i love you." you whispered before pulling him into a kiss.

"i love you too." he stooped down to your belly and poked it softly. "and this little one too."

*extra*

it had been about two years since you've given birth to you and hongjoong's child. parenthood wasn't the easiest thing ever but with the two of you tackling it together made it significantly better. the two of you ended up being the best parents you guys possibly could have imagined. you and hongjoong made sure to love and care for your babygirl at all times.

sometimes you would bring her to the dance studio so she could watch her dad practice.

"appa!" your little girl shouted as the two of you slipped into the studio.

"is that my favorite niece of all time?" san asked in a gentle tone as he tickled her cheeks.

hongjoong had swooped her up from san and into his arms.

"hey!" he whined.

"she's literally my child, san." hongjoong said as he rolled as his eyes. "now how's my little aurora doing huh?"

he pecked her cheek multiple times making her spurt into a fit of giggles. your little girl never failed to light up the studio no matter what was going on.

hongjoong kissed you on the cheek. "what a nice surprise."

you smiled at him, "she's one the who suggested we saw her appa."

"is that right?" he cooed at her as he put her back on the floor. she had immediately grabbed your leg. "do you wanna watch appa dance?"

aurora nodded excitedly as you picked her up and sat down on the couch in the room.

you watched your soon to be husband dance his ass off with eyes full of love. everything you needed was right here in this dance studio and you couldn't be more thankful.

[shyvioletcat]

Ooh what about "You needed a ride home so I gave you one, but now we're stuck in traffic with nothing to do but talk" for lighting sparks! I'm so so so excited for literally everything you write for it ahhhh

I neglected this for far too long. So please be kind if it’s a little iffy. 

Light the Sparks Masterlist 

~~~~~

Elide stood just inside the doorway as she waited for Lorcan to bring the car around. He told her it was a big black 4WD and that he’d only be a few minutes. Elide tapped her foot nervously, she had asked him again if he didn’t mind dropping her off telling him she was fine to get the bus. But when they had got to the door the rain showed no sign of letting up and Lorcan had insisted. Putting people out of their way was not Elide’s favourite thing to do.

A big black car pulled up and Elide darted out into the rain, biting back a squeal as the thick heavy raindrops landed on the back of her neck. As she got closer she saw Lorcan reach over and open the door for her. It took her a moment to literally pull herself up into the absolute tank of a car, she even lost her balance for a moment but managed to keep the transition smooth.

“What’s your address?” Lorcan asked. 

Elide was wiping at the wet hair that was sticking to her forehead as she quickly told him. He put the address into the screen on the dash and they both waited for an awkward moment as the GPS calculated the route, but then before too long Lorcan was pulling out onto the road.

For a few long moments neither of them said anything, just the sounds of the moving car and the rain were the soundtrack for their drive. 

Elide cleared her throat. “So, you go to that place often?”

“No, that was the first time actually,” Lorcan said. “It was Fenrys’ idea.”

“I don’t mind it, drinks are a bit expensive but they taste good,” Elide said.

“Yeah, the whiskey was good,” Lorcan agreed. 

Then there was the silence again, Elide wasn’t going to let it last, so she asked,

 “How long have you been a firefighter?”

“I started my training straight out of school,” Lorcan answered. 

Elide was preparing herself to ask another question but the Lorcan surprised her by asking one instead.

“I know you work at the school, do you teach?”

“No, I’m a teacher's aide,” Elide explained. “Aelin got me the job.”

At the mention of Aelin’s name she saw Lorcan’s lips tightened almost imperceptibly. This animosity between them was a mystery to Elide, especially where it had started. It would be rude for Elide to ask directly, but she couldn’t deny she was curious. Really, she found their interactions amusing. Again silence fell between them, Elide was wracking her brain for something else to ask when they turned another corner and she groaned. In front of them was a very long line of cars. Without traffic she would be home in 5 minutes, but with this, who knew.

“I’m so sorry,” Elide said.

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it,” Lorcan muttered.

“I already ended your night early, now I’ve got you stuck in traffic. I feel pretty terrible about it,” Elide admitted.

Lorcan lent back as they moved at a snail's pace. “I was done at the bar, and I think I would have ruined the night for the rest of them after your quick save there.”

Elide laughed a bit nervously, “I hope you didn’t mind. I didn’t think too hard and I thought that might be the quickest way to deter someone.” 

Elide watched his face and she saw the small hint of a smile ghost his lips.

“You did good. Thanks.”

Elide tried to keep in her laughter as she remembered what the woman had insinuated, but she couldn’t help it. “Aelin really went there, huh?”

Lorcan didn’t say anything and Elide swallowed the laughter that threatened to bubble out of her again. She should cut him a break, she didn’t want to increase his broodiness, and he was doing her a favour afterall. They crept forward a little closer, silence filling the car.

“Music?” Elide suggested casually. 

Lorcan nodded and pushed a button on his steering wheel and the radio turned on. A pop song played that Elide didn’t know, starting from half way through. She looked out the front windscreen, the rain pelted down and the wipers flicked up periodically to sweep it away, the lights of the cars around them glowing. 

Ads played then another song started, this one Elide knew.

I would be complex

I would be cool

They'd say I played the field before

I found someone to commit to

Elide liked this song, and had she been alone she probably would have sung along. But she wasn’t about to expose Lorcan to her sup-par singing, especially when...

There was a tapping noise and Elide turned towards the source. Lorcan’s fingers were tapping on the steering wheel, along to the music. Elide turned back to the front but kept watching him from the corner of her eye.

I'd be a fearless leader

I'd be an alpha type

When everyone believes ya

What's that like?

Lorcan kept tapping his fingers, and then to Elide’s complete shock she heard him mumbling the words under his breath, his voice so low.

I'm so sick of running

As fast as I can

Wondering if I'd get there quicker

If I was a man

And I'm so sick of them

Coming at me again

'Cause if I was a man

Then I'd be the man

Elide grinned.

~~~~~

“You a fan of this song?” Elide asked and Lorcan startled, his mouth immediately clamping shut. He hadn’t meant to start singing, he hadn’t realised what he was doing. 

Lorcan shrugged, “It’s on all the time.”

“That’s not what I asked,” Elide said simply.

Lorcan cleared his throat. Damn him, she had been so still and quiet he had practically forgotten she was there as he had been so focused on the traffic. He had zoned out almost completely, after work, the crawling pace of the cars and sound of the rain filling his brain. “It gets stuck in my head. It’s hard not to know the words.”

“If it's any consolation I like it too,” Elide said, and he could see her smiling.

“I didn’t say I liked it,” Lorcan said.

“Sure, sure,” Elide said. “But I do have a playlist, I could give it to you.”

Despite himself Lorcan felt his lips twitch up. “I’m fine thanks.”

“If you change your mind please let me know, I’d be more than happy to share,” Elide told him.

Lorcan cut her a glare that probably would have sent lesser men running, but Elide just smiled at him. His heart flipped. Lorcan quickly looked back at the road, back to focusing on the traffic.

They had entered the very nice part of town. When the team had been called out to jobs in this part of town the homes had always been swanky and looked expensive. He was surprised Elide could afford a place here. 

“I apartment isn’t mine, well it is but I kind of didn’t pay for it,” Elide said as if she had read his mind. “My parents were insistent that I live here if I was going to be stubborn about living by myself in the city. And with my ankle they didn’t want me to end up in a place like Aelin’s with no elevator, so I thought I might as well.”

Lorcan had noticed Elide’s slight limp, she hid it pretty well, but he wasn’t going to ask about it. That was something that seemed a little too personal, but since she brought it up he opened his mouth to ask the question when the GPS system spoke instead.

Destination on right

Lorcan scanned for a park, but the street was full.

“I’ll just jump out here, we’re practically stopped anyway,” Elide said as she gathered up her things. 

“I can —“

Elide cut him off. “It’s fine, Lorcan. The door is just there. Thank you again, it was a pleasure being your girlfriend. Bye.”

She was out of the car before Lorcan could even say his own farewell. Elide turned and waved when she hit the path and waited for Lorcan to wave back before darting into the foyer of the apartment building. She was through the door when he realised he’d once again lost the opportunity to get her number, maybe ask her out for a real drink.

There was a beep from behind him and Lorcan realised he hadn’t moved since Elide had got out of the car. He took his foot off the brake, using that momentum to ease the car forward. He didn’t know why the car behind him had bothered to let him know he’d fallen behind, no one was going anywhere fast. Just like him and Elide.

~~~~

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[hobeymakar]

Unapologetically | C. Makar Part 1

Chapter word count: 3,526

A/N: Title from the song Unapologetically by Kelsea Ballerini. This is my first chaptered fic in a long time and my first written on here, so please be kind. This fic is based off a set of very vivid reoccurring dreams I’ve had over the last couple of months that involve Cale and like the true psycho I am, I wrote the big things that happened in those dreams down. Then I decided recently to just turn it to a fic, so this is pretty self-indulgent. Is it possibly narcissistic of me to write a fic about me? Maybe, but I’m gonna write it anyway. This first chapter is gonna be a lil boring and weird because it has a lot of time skips but Chapter 2 will be much more exciting and way better

Shoutouts: @pizzasloot and @hockey-and-wine for being my biggest cheerleaders for writing for this fic in the gc and also shoutout to @grenawitka​ for always keeping the gc lit. I love you girls!

Warnings: explicit language, alcohol use

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Tatyana “Taty” Marie Ventura or “Ace” as she is now being known as, never thought that when she started a podcast in the comfort of her Rhode Island home, that she would kind of blow up. Taty started the Ace of Hockey podcast because she wanted a career in hockey media and wanted to do it her way, being unapologetically herself. She started the podcast and started messaging hockey players and other athletes in hopes that they would come onto the podcast to talk about diversity and inclusion in the sport.

That’s how she finds herself on an early October evening receiving a message from Cale Makar on how he’s a fan of the podcast. She internally screams because she never thought an actual hockey player would listen to the podcast. She assumed only hockey fans would listen to the podcast and that it would never reach the notoriety of other hockey podcasts.

From: calemakar_

Hey, just wanted to say that I’m a big fan of your podcast. Buddy of mine showed it to me and I think it’s fantastic. It’s helping me learn how to be a better ally

To: calemakar_

Thank you so much, that means a lot honestly!

From: calemakar_

You’re welcome. I’ve been showing it to the team and they think it’s great for them to learn how to be better allies

To: calemakar_

Wow, that means so much! I just want people to know that hockey is great but it would be so much better if it became inclusive to everyone regardless of sex, gender, race, ethnicity, religion, etc. I just want hockey to really be for everyone

From: calemakar_

That's what we all want. We don't want anyone to feel like they can't play or enjoy hockey because of who they are

She doesn't know how to keep the conversation because she's awkward and just lets the dm sit there. She turns her attention to the latest hockey news and figuring out who's gonna be her next guest for the podcast.

A few hours later, she sees a follow request on her personal IG account and not the podcast account. She sees it's from Cale and is confused on why he would want to follow her personal account. She barely posts stuff about the podcast on there and uses it more to keep up with family with the occasional posts promoting the podcast and the guests. She accepts the request and doesn't think anything of it.

A few days later, she notices that he's been liking her posts and viewing her stories. He's been seeing her interact with family and friends and she still doesn't understand why he cares enough to keep up with her personal account. It starts becoming weird when he adds her on snapchat.

She sends him a dm on instagram to make sure it's actually him and not someone pretending to be him.

To: calemakar_

This might sound totally weird but did you just add me on snapchat?

From: calemakar_

Yeah I'm sorry. Josty thought it would be funny to hijack my phone and add you

To: calemakar_

No need to apologize, I just wanted to make sure it was actually you and not someone trying to be you to catfish girls

From: calemakar_

Yeah no, definitely my account

She accepts him as a friend on Snapchat and sends him a message.

To: Cale Makar

Hope it's okay I added you back

From: Cale Makar

Yeah, that's cool. You didn't have to tho. Don't want you to feel like you had to

To: Cale Makar

Trust me I added you back because I wanted to. I don't just accept anybody

She hits send before she can even think twice about it but then she reads it back and wants the ground to swallow her whole. She panics as she watches the delivered turn into a read and the little bubbles show up saying he's typing. It feels like forever before Cale sends a response back.

From: Cale Makar

Well I'm glad you didn't add me back out of pity

She doesn't know how to respond to that right away so she opens up other messages and posts updates on her work on her story. She goes back to the messages and starts typing a response, not wanting to leave him on read forever.

To: Cale Makar

Why would anybody do that?

She exits out of it and hopes that her attempts at extending a conversation aren't met with disappointment.

From: Cale Makar

I admit you got me there

To: Cale Makar

I get people to say that a lot

From: Cale Makar

Never picked you as the type to brag

To: Cale Makar

There's a lot of layers to me and a lot of things you don't know about me

From: Cale Makar

Well I hope I get to know more about you

She blinks multiple times not knowing if the message was actually real. After blinking several times, she realizes the message was real and she lets out a squeal. Is he actually flirting with her? She pinches herself because she must be dreaming. There's no way her favorite hockey player and crush is flirting with her. Shit like that doesn't happen to her! She has zero game and has been on a grand total of zero dates in her life. She has had zero boyfriends and girlfriends in her life, so this is something brand new for her.

Maybe she's reading it wrong? Maybe he's just being polite and isn't actually flirting. She decides it's better not to stress it and just go with the flow. 

That's how she approaches the next couple of weeks with her pumping out content for her podcast, working her actual day job, and working on her social media game for the podcast. She also dms tons of people she sees as potential guests on the podcast. 

Her conversations with Cale become more frequent as she eventually finds herself sending him snaps daily. He actually feels comfortable enough to comment on her posts on her personal IG page now and she honestly doesn't know how this is all even real.

Like before she's not stressing it and is going with the flow. However, on the day of Cale's 22nd birthday, she gets hit with a message that causes her to freak out a little.

From: Cale Makar

Hey, is it cool if I got your number? It's much easier if I can just text you. I like you and want to keep getting to know you more

She hyperventilates because she has never had another human being shoe this much interest in her, her whole life. She pinches herself to make sure it's real and it really is real. Cale Makar actually asked for her number. She doesn't know if she should be jumping for joy or preparing for something to go wrong. This is completely uncharted waters for her and she doesn't know if she should go with her heart or her mind. Her mind is telling her not to do it, but her heart is telling her to do it. After a minute, she decides to go with her heart.

To: Cale Makar

Yeah, that's totally cool! (xxx-xxx-xxxx)

She sees a text from an unknown number a minute later pop up on her phone

From: xxx-xxx-xxxx

Hey, it's Cale

She saves the number under the name "Cale 🥰" and types out a response

To: Cale 🥰

Hey, happy birthday btw! Hope you're having fun!

From: Cale 🥰

Thank you I'm in Calgary rn with my family

To: Cale 🥰

Glad you're having fun with them

From: Cale 🥰

Thank you it's good to be back home

To: Cale 🥰

I can imagine! I'll let you get back to your family

She focuses on getting ready for Halloween, which also happens to be her sister's birthday. Her sister is turning 21 this year and she wants to make the most of it, even in the midst of a pandemic. They plan on going to Salem, Massachusetts with family and throwing a little party at a cousin's house in Brookline, Massachusetts. She sees Cale post pictures and videos on his Snapchat story of him and his family celebrating his birthday. She sees all his teammates wishing him a happy birthday on Instagram and Twitter.

As she’s getting ready to go to bed that night, she gets a video call from Cale.

“Hello?” she asks, not knowing why he would be calling her.

“Ace!” he shouts, causing her to cringe slightly.

“How’s your birthday going?” she asks.

“Great! I’m with my brother and some buddies from back home! We got a bonfire going on right now!” he explains, showing off the fire and his brother and friends.

She wants the ground to swallow her whole because she looks absolutely disgusting with her hair tied up in a bun, and old URI sweatpants and an URI sweatshirt on. She has no makeup on and she’s pretty sure she has some acne on her face.

“Hey Ace! I’m Taylor, Cale’s brother!” Taylor shouts in excitement.

She can clearly tell that he’s buzzed, as well as Cale.

“Hey Taylor,” she smiles, waving at him politely.

His buddies also introduce themselves and she can tell that they’re also slightly buzzed. A part of her hopes that they aren’t driving and are gonna make it back home safely whether tonight or the following day.

“You should come!” one of his friends suggests.

“I’d love to but I live in America and the border is still closed,” she replies, feeling slightly awkward.

“It’s a shame! I know Cale really misses his girl right now!” another friend chimes in, causing her to almost choke on her wine.

“I’m not his-”

“He won’t stop talking about you! He’s got it bad for you!” another friend adds, causing her to blush even more.

If the ground would swallow her up right now, that would be amazing because she can't believe the shit that she’s hearing right now. She doesn’t know if it’s the alcohol that has his friends saying that but a part of her wishes it’s true. God, a part of her wants him to want her because she definitely likes him. She likes everything about him but she’s too much of a loser to put herself out there more. So she just lets him do all the talking and flirting because once again, she has no game.

“Shut up Taylor!” Cale cries out, shoving his brother lightly.

“Well you seem to be having a fun time with your friends,” she says, not wanting to bring up anything that was said about his feelings for her. 

“It would be better if you were here,” he adds, his voice dropping slightly in volume.

“Yeah, well maybe we’ll meet one day,” she adds, not wanting to sound desperate to meet him or anything.

“When I get back to the States, I’ll make that a reality,” he replies, sounding sincere for being slightly intoxicated.

She’s reminded of the saying that drunken words are sober thoughts and gets a warm feeling in her stomach.

“Well I’ll let you keep having fun, birthday boy. I’ll talk to you later,” she smiles.

“Bye Ace,” he smiles back, before ending the call.

She immediately refills her glass of wine because she’s definitely too sober to be thinking about all the feelings Cale manages to give her every time they talk. She eventually falls asleep and if she dreamed about being in Calgary with Cale, she’ll blame it on the alcohol fucking with her dreams.

The next day is a busy one for Taty as she celebrates her sister’s 21st birthday in the best way she can while in the middle of a pandemic. They go to Salem, Massachusetts and have a blast doing many Halloween-related activities and then once it gets late, they head down to their cousin’s place in Brookline, Massachusetts to watch Halloween movies and to have a good time. Her sister decides to get drunk and Taty posts all their adventures on her Snapchat and her Instagram. She also sees that Cale has been posting his Halloween adventures on Snapchat, which aren’t as exciting this year because there’s no Avs Halloween party this year due to it still being the offseason and not everyone on the team is in Denver at the moment.

The next few weeks go by for Taty and it eventually gets to the point that she’s video chatting with Cale every day. They sometimes will stay up until late at night just talking and getting to know each other. Every day she’s becoming more comfortable and it’s on the first day of training camp, where she decides she’s finally gonna grow a pair and let him know how she feels.

He calls her after a long day at training camp and she actually has the time to talk to him as she isn’t working on anything for the podcast or her day job. 

“How was camp?” she asks him, as she locks herself in her room.

The last thing she needs is for her nosy ass sisters to eavesdrop on her conversations with Cale.

“It was tiring but fun. It was great to be out there with the guys again, even though everything is so weird with the virus going on,” he explains.

“Oh I bet, I can’t imagine all the testing and the extra precautions you guys have to take. The whole season is gonna be super weird huh,” she replies.

“Yeah, weird is a bit of an understatement,” he chuckles lightly.

“I really like you,” she blurts out, then immediately wishes the ground would swallow her whole.

She buries her face in her hands and contemplates ending the call to save herself from further embarrassment.

“Oh thank god! I was starting to think you didn’t really feel the same,” he admits, biting his lip.

“No I definitely like you. It’s just I’m new to this. I’ve never dated before or anything. I’m kind of a giant loser if you haven’t already caught on,” she admits, almost rambling at the end.

“Yeah no, you’re not a loser! You’re the coolest, most fun girl I’ve ever talked to and I just want to keep getting to know you because I really like you,” he assures her.

"So are we putting a label on this? Are we dating?" she asks.

"I guess you can say we're long distance dating," he chuckles lightly.

"I did know our video chats were considered dates," she teases.

"I was seeing them as dates and I want our future ones to be considered dates," he confesses.

"Alright so set up our next date," you tease.

"I know you're recording for the podcast tomorrow so what about Wednesday?" he asks.

"I'm off work Wednesday so that would be perfect. What time works for you?" she asks him.

"8pm my time," he answers.

"Yeah that works for me," she smiles.

"So it's a date?" he asks.

"Yeah it's a date," she smiles, getting a warm feeling in her stomach.

She tells him about some funny stories involving her family and he tells her some funny stories from training camp. They chat for hours and before she knows it, it's past midnight and she has to go to work in the morning. 

“I need to go to bed. I have work in the morning. Goodnight Cale,” she yawns, waving at him

“Goodnight love,” he waves back, ending the call. 

If she cheeses a little at the fact he called her love, no one is around to see it. 

December goes by pretty quickly and she feels bad that her calls with Cale become less frequent. December is the busiest month at work because everyone is doing Christmas shopping (being a store manager is hard work) and she finds herself working double the amount of hours she worked before the holiday season. Add doing the podcast three times a week and she’s absolutely gassed. Luckily, Cale doesn’t hold it against her because he starts getting more busy with preseason starting and his parents coming down for the holidays. Taylor is currently in the middle of his final season in the AJHL so he can’t make the trip down to Denver for the holidays. They text each other every day throughout the month however, and she manages to call him on Christmas and on New Year’s Eve, asking him if he’s excited for the new season to start on the 2nd.

2021 starts off worse than 2020 started because of the pandemic but Taty manages to make the best of it. She watches the Winter Classic while on video call with Cale. Luckily, the Avalanche start their season off at home again this year. The following day, she finds herself rushing home from work to be able to catch the Avs first game of the season against the Wild. She makes it home and takes a quick shower before changing into her Cale jersey and joggers. She quickly eats dinner before going into her room. She puts the game on and makes it just in time for the players to come out to the ice. She watches the game and manages to text Cale throughout the game knowing that he won’t see the string of texts until after the game. He finishes the game with one assist and 2 hits, as the Avs win 4-2 to start off the new season on a high note.

As she’s getting ready for bed, she gets a call from Cale.

“Hey, great game,” she smiles, trying not to show how tired she is.

“Oh shit, I just realized how late it is over there,” he sighs, not wanting to keep her up.

“It’s okay. I always stay up past my bedtime to talk to you,” she teases.

“How was work?” he asks.

“Annoying. We’re winding down from the holiday season but we still got a lot of people shopping and returning stuff,” she explains.

“I don’t know how you do it honestly, being so young and running a store, I mean,” he explains.

“Yeah well luckily I’m only an assistant manager,” she replies.

“Still pretty incredible what you do,” he assures her.

“Says the NHL superstar,” she scoffs.

“Hey, I’m not a superstar at all! I’m just another player like everybody else trying to be the best at my position,” he explains.

“Why do you have to be so humble all the time?” she teases.

“It’s just who I am,” he shrugs.

“And I love you for it but like just admit you’re a superstar,” she replies.

“Fine, I’m a superstar. Happy now?” he teases.

“The happiest. When are your parents going back to Calgary?” she asks, switching the subject.

“Tomorrow,” he answers.

“I’m glad you got to have them with you for the holidays, though,” she adds.

“Yeah, it was great seeing them again. I just wish Taylor could’ve been here,” he replies.

“Yeah well you’ll see him once his season ends and on the bright side, he’ll be at UMass next season,” she adds.

“Yeah I just miss him. I always go home for Christmas and this year I couldn’t,” he explains.

“Yeah I can’t imagine what that’s like but it will get better,” she assures him.

“Yeah I know it will,” he nods.

“I wish I could be there to make you feel better,” she sighs.

“Yeah, well we’ll see each other next month,” he smiles, a hopeful tone in his voice.

“February 5th can’t come fast enough. I’m gonna blow you away with the best interview you’ve ever done,” she teases, referring to her interviewing him for the podcast.

“I guess we’ll have to see about that,” he teases back.

“You wound me, Makar!” she fake gasps.

“I’ll make it up to you with a killer real first date,” he smiles.

“I’ll hold you to that. I expect to be really wooed,” she teases.

“It’s gonna be the best date you’ve ever been on,” he almost guarantees.

“It’s gonna be the first date I’ve ever been on,” she informs him.

“I know. That’s why it’s gonna be the best you’ve ever been on,” he jokes, causing her to roll her eyes.

“You’re so funny, Makar,” she deadpans.

“Stop acting like I don’t make you laugh all the time, Ventura,” he teases.

“What happened to humble Cale? I like him better than this smug one I got here,” she teases back.

“Stop acting like you don’t like it,” he replies.

“Yeah, I like every side to you,” she admits.

“Well that’s good because I like every side of you,” he smiles.

She feels her cheeks heat up and that warm fuzzy feeling return to her stomach. Is this what falling in love feels like? She’s never felt this way before and god, she hopes the feeling never fades because it’s amazing. No wonder people love falling in love so much, it’s magical and she hopes she doesn’t fuck it up. She just counts down the days until February 5th praying to god that nothing goes wrong once they finally meet.

[sunatooru]

hellooo this is an emergency request pour moi pls. i really appreciate all the emergency requests you do btw, idk how you deal w all that stress AHAHA but um ig i just kinda want some comfort and highkey just validation. i tried to get my dad to stop treating me like a kid bc i’m 21 years old but it’s like whenever i tell my parents my emotions they just mock me for it and then when i say i don’t like that they tell me i’m being too sensitive and it sucks. my mum was on the phone w one of my aunties and my aunty says she still sees me as a cute little kid and i mean idk what to reply to that so i didn’t and it wasn’t bc i was upset, i just didn’t know what to reply yk. and then my mum told her that i don’t like being treated as a kid anymore clearly making fun of me like that has NO correlation to what she just said but anyways. ig i can understand it bc i was more of an adult at 19 pre covid than i am at 21 rn bc i’m unemployed and nearly done w my degree and idk what to do in the future. i can just, i’ve always felt like i don’t open up anymore and i can feel myself closing off more and more. i don’t think i’d ever open up about my feelings honestly bc they’re never validated, by parents or even my friends sometimes so yeah. LMFAOO this is just a vent at this point. i changed my mind about writing, i can’t even imagine a haikyuu character comforting me w/o me reading it and being skeptical. i’m just talking to you now, and idk if you wanna give me advice or comfort or even a similar life experience but that’s up to you babes. have a nice day/night and thanks for reading this word vomit lmfaoo

Hi lovely, I’m glad that you could get your emotions out here knowing that it’s harder to do irl. You can come here to vent whenever you want ☺️ This got kinda long but I wanted to cover everything so I added a readmore xx

I 100% understand what you mean and although it’s annoying, I know parents will always see their children as kids. I think them disregarding your wanting to be treated as an adult (which you are) is a little disheartening but I think it’s because they have probably seen you everyday. Like you won’t notice changes in a person unless you haven’t seen them for a while, so maybe that’s why they’re treating you the same as always. But them mocking you coming out and telling them how you feel is not nice. And if you try again with the same results then it’s an issue your parents need to fix. So don’t waste your energy on what you don’t have control over. Also if your friends aren’t understanding or comforting you then you should ask why. Because if you’re starting to close up then your friends should be more concerned and try to at least distract you with something fun.

And I’ve also found myself closing up more because it’s hard to explain pain sometimes but one day we’ll both be able to open up more 💕

Regarding life after your degree. I promise you, almost everyone is wary about their future. Especially with COVID making it harder for us young people to secure even a part time job. Also, it’s not necessary to know what you want to do in the future. Everyone thinks there’s a certain path to follow but really just follow your heart. And just because you don’t know now, doesn’t mean you’ll never know what to do. I think just focus on ending on a good grade and then in summer you can think about employment? Like there are many ways you could try to earn cash. If you’re good at DIY or like making stuff then you could sell them online. It’s going to be summer holidays and many parents work, if you like kids and are good with them you could check if anyone needs babysitters. Also, this might be good for when terms starts again, but tutoring is a good option. But do try looking for some summer temps or part time jobs so you have some independent income and also be out of the house more often. Don’t be demotivated if you can’t get a job!! Volunteering is always great just so you can feel like you’re doing something good and productive.

Oh and if your psychology department at your uni are recruiting participants then do it! They might compensate you (I once got £30 for 2.5hrs, which is great imo) so if there’s any experiments still running you might be able to grab some cash. Open a saving account too and check bank offers where you can get money for switching accounts!

If you change your mind and want some writing, let me know because they would never invalidate your feelings and mean every word they say to you. I hope I haven’t gone overboard but just remember it’s going to be okay and life gets better!!

Thank you and I hope you have a great day/night too 🤗❤️

[nomintokki]

Unreachable | Na Jaemin

PAIRINGS: Idol!Jaemin x Bestfriend!Reader

GENRE: fluff, slight angst, childhood to the successful life story of Jaemin

WORD COUNT: 1.8k

A/N: mentions the 00 line; slightly suggestive ughhh,,, smut ig??? But its not really smut kljdlkash i cant do that.  thank you @mjlkau​ for proofreading. Anyway hope yall enjoy.

After hours of contemplating if I should go to Jaemin’s Party in celebration for his drama debut. I am now inside my car driving on the way to his condo. Jaemin has been my friend as for long as I can remember, we basically grew up together. We have been neighbors since childhood. Thus we share a lot of things together; we went to the same school, grade school onwards, and to this day, we still keep in touch. We make sure to meet at least once a month. I can proudly say that even after his debut, our friendship never changed. We would still catch up from time to time, send random memes, call each other and such.

I was contemplating on going to his party, simply because I didn’t think I’d fit in his world. I’m just a normal person after all, a nobody. I’m pretty sure his ‘small’ party won’t be that small with all the big celebrities attending it. I knew his fellow band members, several actresses and actors who would be working with him would probably be there too. See I, a mere citizen, just don’t simply fit in. But of course, how could I say no to my best friend? He was being really persistent, begging me to be there. In his exact words he says, “Please y/n go I want my best friend to see and meet my new friends! Besides, they want to meet you too.” I just couldn’t say no.

He told me his new drama will be a romantic one, as he will be partnered with a fellow actress of his. I don’t know why but when he told me that, there were tingling feelings inside my stomach. No, actually- let’s be real. I was probably jealous. I knew for a fact that I have been denying my feelings for Jaemin. I think it all started when we were in high school, but they were just part of adolescence, I guess? In high school he started to bloom into a newer and matured man, handsome as ever, no longer the same childhood neighbor I grew to know. The way he helps other people and takes care of the littlest things is maybe the thing that attracted me the most.  I didn’t want to ruin the comfortable friendship we already have, so as much as possible I keep on brushing away the thought that I am attracted to him. Most especially at this time, he is way out of my league.  I do not know why out of all people he, Na Jaemin, a successful idol, soon to be an actor, my best friend, is the one my heart chose to fall for. I know for a fact that he won’t be available to catch me if I fall for him, well actually I already did. Who am I for him to choose right? I meant he can be with the most beautiful actresses and idol stars out there why would he choose me right. In order to not hurt myself more as much as possible, I ignore and brush off the fact that I like him.

Finally, I arrived at his condo. That was the longest thirty minutes ride I have ever driven. 13th-floor room 1308, alright I am in front of the door and the loud music can be already heard. I ring the doorbell, as it opens it revealed Jaemin, arms open, happy to see you. “Y/n!!!!! You came! Are those tiramisu??? My fave thank you Y/N! Come inside I’ll introduce you to my members. GUYS Y/N is here!!!” Jaemin welcomed me with a hug and grabbed my gift for him. I replied to him with a smile. I don’t think my nervousness was hidden tho. I don’t know if I’m nervous to meet his colleagues or because I am once again seeing him.

“OH if it is not the famous Y/n.” A guy named Heachan one of his members said. I chuckled at his remark and shook his hand that he offered me. “You know what Y/n Jaemin always tells us about you” Renjun, another one of his members, said as he also welcomes me. “Oh really what does he usually say about me?” I replied “he was telling us how much he l-” Renjun was cut off by Jaemin’s hand. “I was telling them how we were always out playing during our childhood days and how I always defeat you when we play kart rider” Jaemin interrupts Renjun. “From what I remember you always lose when we play” I replied and everyone in the circle laughed.

It was indeed just a small party his members were there, some of his managers, and some of the cast of his upcoming drama. I actually had a good time. His members keep on asking me questions about how Jaemin was during his younger days. I told them stories where Jaemin once cried because of whisker’s away, and that he had a pet chick and rabbit once. It felt good talking and hearing stories from them. His colleagues were simple just like him I didn’t feel the gap we had when I was conversing with them. Jaemin’s partner for his upcoming drama was indeed very pretty, again my thoughts of being with him just suck, even more, I really need to move on. But don’t get me wrong she was really kind and single…

The time had been moving by quickly as the night became darker, the hours becoming more late. Some of his guests already left. I wanted to leave early since i still have duty the next day, but he asked me to stay and help him clean. Now I know why he really wanted me to go. Some of his members are still here tho specifically the ones in his same age, Haechan, Renjun, And Jeno. While Jaemin and Haecha sent off and accompanied some of the guests to the lobby Jeno, Renjun, and I started to clean around the room. “You know what y/n were happy to finally meet you,” Jeno said “yeah Jaemin really treasures you as his friend you know he won’t shut up about you” Renjun added. I chuckled at their remarks “His life was probably boring he didn’t have any stories to tell besides mentioning me hahaha”. “You and Jaemin seem to be really close huh?” Jeno asked and I responded with a nod as a wipe down the counter table. “Jaemin never dated girls during his highschool years right?” Renjun asked maybe out of his curiosity. “He was scared of girls and too lanky to get one back in the days haha” I replied “oh yeah he was really lanky when he started training I remember hahaha, but you know what y/n, you and Jaemin actually look good together,” Jeno said “actually! You both had the chemistry” Renjun added. I just smiled at their remarks not wanting to get my hopes up. Jaemin never really showed interest in me so I guess he just really saw me as his friend.

The doorbell suddenly rang. Renjun went to get the door. “Where is Haechan?” I heard Renjun ask. “He didn’t want to clean up so he will just wait for you guys at the parking,” Jaemin said as he approached the vacuum to help us clean. “That b*tch” Jeno remarked. “I guess you two can finish that we’ll be off now bye Jaemin congrats again on your drama! Also bye Y/N nice meeting you!” Renjun hurriedly said while dragging Jeno out of the door. “Hey hey hey you two promised to help me clean!!” Jaemin said but he was cut off by the door Jeno closed. “It’s okay Jaemin this won’t take long anymore they did a lot anyways” I told him as I continue to pack the food that was left.

After a few minutes, we finally cleaned up everything. Tired and exhausted we both slammed down on the couch and let a heavy sigh. “Y/n.” called me out and I responded with a hum resting my head on the couch facing the ceiling. “Thank you for coming I know you really didn’t want to” he said I turned my head to face him “of course and because of that you owe me” i kiddingly replied.  It was quiet but the atmosphere was relaxing, most of the time me and Jaemin are like this, just enjoying the presence of each other. It wasn’t awkward or anything were used to being like this around each other. “Y/n I need to tell you something” Jaemin suddenly said and sat upright. He always tells me random stuff but there is seriousness in his tone which made me nervous. I faced him and gave him a ‘what’ look as my reply. He took a deep breathe and met my eyes “i like you, y/n… for the longest time i have always liked you. No, actually I think I already love you” I couldn’t believe what I am hearing from jaemin after all these years we actually like each other??? I was speechless at the moment I did not know what to respond, my brain was having a hard time processing the information I just got. “Did i shock you? I am sorry for the sudden confession. I do understand if you dont feel the same way-” I cut him off and asked “are you practicing your lines for your upcoming drama? You sound pretty convincing nice one Jaem!!!” I chuckled and laughed out my nervousness I had to make sure he wasn’t just kidding me. “y/n dumbass I actually like you. I am not practicing some lines with you omygosh you really are my best friend. But kidding aside y/n I truly like you I, I love you y/n” I can see in his eyes that he is really genuine with his words. “No were both dumbasses, I liked you ever since we were in high school Jaem” I noticed his eyes grew when he heard this “I didn’t want to tell you since I didn’t want to break the friendship we had” I added. “Me too! I guess we were both cowards huh? But I couldn’t keep these feelings anymore I had to let them out that’s why I’m telling this to you right now” he says while locking his eyes with mine. He slowly cups my cheeks with his slender hands “I never dared to try and date anyone because I knew that I only wanted you, y/n”. I could say that the tension was rising he closed the gap between us. He wasn’t my first kiss but as if its my first kiss heat grew and butterflies on my stomach became wild. I kissed him back and as if we were dancing our lips were so in sync. I reached for the back of his head and placed my fingers between his hair.

I don’t know how I got to this but today was a rollercoaster. I could not believe the thing that I was most worried about earlier this morning would be my greatest dream. I am happy to say that me and my long time crush are in love with each other.