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youunravelme · 1 year

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jealousy jealousy

author’s note: hi...remember that time i wrote 2 fics and then disappeared? yeah me neither. i promise i’m still here, just trying to figure out life and force myself to write rather than just consume. this is already way too personal for strangers on the internet...anyway, here’s wonderwall (aka the jack x figure skater fic that no one asked for, this takes place in the figure skater universe that i have not written yet).

(oh and if you’re wondering, andrew is your figure skating partner)

jack hughes x figure skater!reader

warnings: nhl violence, cursing

him

it’s not that he hated andrew, it was just he wished he was the only one leaving bruises on your thighs. or the only one who got to kiss your cheek. jack watched from the stands as you two glided across the ice. he’d come to appreciate figure skating in the months you’d been dating ever since you’d forced him to try some of the basics of your sport and he’d fallen on his ass more times than he could count.

so it didn’t bother him, going to your performances, and watching you skate. he just hated how in love you looked when you gazed at andrew. or the way your legs would wrap around his head when just the night before--

he was getting ahead of himself.

at the end of the performance, when your smile was wider than the equator, an older woman to his left said, quite loudly if you asked him, to her friend. “i’m so glad they kept skating together after the break up, it would’ve been a shame to lose such chemistry.”

i’m sorry.

what?

to say he was pissed when he saw you was an understatement. andrew’s arm around your waist just added fuel to the fire simmering in his chest. it made him want to throw away the bouquet of tulips he got you.

“what’d ya think?” you asked him with the biggest smile on your face, the silver medal dangling from your neck.

“you did great,” he stated, handing the flowers off to you. “can i talk to you?” he glanced at andrew and then the hand that still had not removed itself from your waist. “alone?”

you furrowed your brows but nodded anyway. you squeezed andrew’s arm and mumbled a thank you with a bright smile before following jack into a secluded part of the rink.

“what’s up, baby?”

“were you ever planning on telling me you dated andrew? or were you gonna just keep me in the dark about that?” your face dropped. guess he got his answer. “right. i’ll see you later.” jack moved around you, but your hand grabbed his arm gently.

“jack please, listen i didn’t think it was a big deal--”

“you didn’t think it was important for me to know that the person you spend the most time with, aside from me, is your ex?”

“you didn’t disclose all your exes either!”

“i’m not shoving my crotch in my ex’s face every day, nor am i making goo goo eyes at them for the entire world to see!” you didn’t say anything to that, so he took it as his cue to leave. “you did great tonight,” he said. “but i got to get home. i have a game tomorrow to prepare for.”

he walked away from you, and didn’t bother turning back, not even when andrew passed him and presumably went to your comfort. he didn’t get to see you reject andrew’s hug in favor of pressing the tulips closer to your chest.

when he got home, jack immediately called quinn. “do you have time to talk?”

“would you care if i said no?”

jack paused. “no. look this is an emergency.”

“shoot.”

“so you know the figure skater i’ve been dating?”

quinn hummed. “nice girl.”

“and you know how she has a male partner that she performs with, right?” quinn hummed again. “well apparently they used to date for like two years.”

“she told you that?”

“no, i found out through some random lady’s comment at her performance today. and then i got on the internet and well, i found out they dated for two years.”

“oh.”

“yeah, ‘oh’ is right. i mean why would she keep something like this from me? i’ve been honest, i’ve been working on myself because i thought i was crazy for thinking they had feelings for each other but they used to and hey, maybe they still do--”

“jack, you’re getting ahead of yourself. she’s with you, she likes you.”

“but what if he likes her? they spend all their time together, how am i gonna compete with that?”

quinn sighed into the receiver. “look, i’m by no means saying she should’ve kept this from you, because that’s a shitty thing to do. but as far as i can see? there’s no competition. you’ve already won. you got the girl, okay? he didn’t.”

jack wanted to agree, that at the end of the day, they chose each other. but he still couldn’t get over the thought of andrew’s hands and where they’ve been.

you

okay so you fucked up.

big time.

to be honest, you completely forgot about your past with andrew, seeing as most of it was overshadowed by over a decade of close friendship. but seeing the betrayal on jack’s face made everything ten times worse.

which is why you hesitated on going to his game that night only because you couldn’t decide if not showing up would make things worse or better. you came with andrew, which in hindsight was not the best decision you could’ve ever made, but when the new jersey devils asked you and your partner do to the ceremonial puck drop, your agent made it clear saying no would be a bad idea.

so you texted jack to give him a heads up that the both of you would be there and dropping the puck on orders of your agent but that you would still be watching the game afterward if he wanted you there.

he didn’t reply.

a knock on your door alerted you to andrew’s presence. so you scooped up your purse and put your platform high tops on before grabbing your keys and heading out.

“still nothing?” andrew asked. you shook your head. “do you think he’s being a little dramatic? i mean, he never shared all his exploits with his exes--”

“but he didn’t date a teammate, andrew.” you cut him off. “look, i get you’re trying to be supportive, but i’m in the wrong here.” andrew followed you down the stairs and out to his car.

“would it help if i told him i’m gay?”

“you mean would lying help? absolutely not.” andrew unlocked his car and you both hopped in. “do you need directions?”

andrew laughed. “i think i know where prudential is.”

you held up your hands and looked out the window as you tried to think of ways to somehow make the situation better.

or rather, keep from making it worse.

by the time you arrived at the arena, you were a basket case of nerves, suddenly second guessing every decision you made up to this point. “should i have just worn a t-shirt like you instead of his jersey? i’m wondering if i’m overstepping here.”

“look, there are few things that men love more than seeing their significant others in their clothes.”

“but does that rule apply to when you’re arguing?”

“it could!” andrew stopped you in your tracks, right before entering the arena, with his hands on your shoulders. “look, it’ll be okay. after tonight, if you only wanna hang out when we have practice until it all settles down, that’s fine by me.”

you looked at andrew and then back at the arena.

“okay.”

him

“hughesy, is there a reason your girlfriend asked me who is doing the puck drop?” nico asked him once jack walked into the locker room.

“she texted me earlier, i just haven’t replied. she’s doing it along with andrew,” he grumbled.

“trouble in paradise?”

“it’s a long story. and i don’t really want to talk about it,” he said as he pulled his gear on.

“you sure? might help to clear your head. if you’d like, you can do the puck drop if you want to see her--”

“--nope, i’m fine.” he sat down to put his skates on and stayed silent.

it wasn’t until they got onto the ice that jack started to calm down a little. the rink was his home, a place he could let go. he wasn’t worried about the problems in your relationship at the moment, not when he was playing one of the devils’ biggest rivals: the philadelphia flyers.

the team took a break from the warm ups to have the carpets rolled out for you and andrew. he couldn’t even look at you as you walked out, the announcer sharing all the accomplishments you share with andrew.

he stood to the side, ignoring the jabs from his teammates at the sight of you smiling and laughing. the thought alone had him consider forgiving you, until he glanced up right as andrew nudged you and the jealousy came back with a fiery vengeance.

it only got worse when he saw nico give you a bear hug and in return you gave him an award winning smile.

honestly.

were you not even torn up about the situation you were in?

you

god, even looking at him hurt.

he didn’t even do you the courtesy of making eye contact, you would know, your eyes had only left his figure to smile at cameras or greet nico or the flyers’ alternate captain. maybe, if jack decided he actually wanted to be with you still, you could ask him who the hell that guy was.

when you and andrew turned around, he held the puck out for you. “you want it?” he asked.

you shook your head. “i’d rather have one that jack gave me, than remember the night he ignored me the entire time.”

him

was that his jersey you were wearing?

honestly he spent so much time trying not to look at you that the 86 on your sleeve didn’t pop out at him until you turned around and his teammates started catcalling at the sight of his last name on your back.

“that your girl, hughes? or just a fan?” mercer teased.

“shut up,” jack grumbled, but the heat in his cheeks was telling enough. he watched as you made your way back to the stands before he had to focus on getting his mind ready for the game, and much of that included forgetting what happened the day prior.

which he would love nothing more than to do.

you

“is this your first game wearing his jersey?” andrew asked as you took your seats.

you nodded, nervously wringing your hands as you watched him sit on the bench cheering on his teammates. there was no reason for you to be that nervous, but you couldn’t help but feel antsy anyway.

“hey,” andrew started. “what’s wrong?”

“i don’t know, maybe i’m still upset at myself? or scared he’ll break things off with me?”

your partner laughed. “that boy is too in love with you to break up after one incident. besides, you didn’t cheat you just--”

“forgot to tell him a key piece of information.”

“look, it’s not like you kept it from him maliciously. and given time, he’ll understand that.”

“i guess you’re--” you cut yourself off when jack got on the ice, your nerves shooting up tenfold. you watched him like a hawk, even if he didn’t have the puck.

hell, you weren’t even sure if andrew was talking to you because of how dialed in you were.

you didn’t move, you weren’t even sure you were breathing, until he scored, not even two minutes into being on the ice. you jumped from your seat and screamed, probably looking like a maniac or a fangirl.

you would consider yourself both at that point.

you watched as his teammates came up to hug him and slap his helmet. he spared a glance in your direction, giving you enough time to smile and give him a little wave. you fully expected him to ignore you like he’d done all night, but when his hand lifted up and waved back, you were on cloud nine.

the game started back up again and so did your excitement.

until jack was slammed against the boards across the rink from you. if it weren’t for andrew’s hand holding your forearm in your seat, you would’ve jumped and yelled at the refs to do something.

“that’s not fair!” you shouted.

“it’s hockey,” andrew said like that was explanation enough.

“and? he just body checked him! jack is like 115 pounds soaking wet and that man--”

“--farabee--”

“--has like fifty pounds on him!”

“he actually doesn’t.” you whipped your head at andrew, ready to yell at him. “look, jack is fine. that’s why they wear pads. it’d be concerning if he was wearing a leotard like you and getting bodychecked, okay? this is the nature of the game.”

you crossed your arms. “i think it’s bullshit.”

him

he really hated farabee. and maybe hate was a strong word, but it felt like every two seconds he was getting checked into the boards which would’ve been fine if you weren’t there to see it happen.

“c’mon hughes, this is getting embarrassing.” was farabee’s latest quip of the night. and while he was no stranger to trash talk, something about the glint in farabee’s eyes was getting under jack’s skin. “that your girl right there?” he pointed to you while your brows were furrowed and head tilted. it would’ve been cute had farabee’s sudden interest in you not sent a cold chill down jack’s spine.

“shut up,” he grumbled before shoving his way past farabee in pursuit of the puck. but joel kept after him.

“she’s a looker, don’t ya think? how’d you manage to hit that?” jack’s fists clenched. “be honest, did you have to bribe her to go out with you? how much it cost? she looks like she’d be a good time--”

jack shoved him up against the boards. “shut the fuck up,” he all but growled before skating off.

keep your cool, jack. he’s just an asshole, you’ve dealt with assholes before.

he had the puck and was about to shoot before he was checked again, this time the wind being knocked from his lungs as joel stood over him. “go sit on the bench, hughes, while i go show your puck bunny a good time.”

that was it.

jack stood as quickly as he could and shucked his gloves off.

you

horror was the only word you could use to describe the feeling that came over you as jack threw the first punch. you’d seen many of his games, often going back and watching clips on youtube, and never once have you seen him fight.

until today.

you were on your feet, clutching andrew’s arm, your fingernails digging into his arm. “oh my god,” you breathed.

you weren’t sure your jaw could drop any more than it already was. jack’s helmet came off first, but the other guy, “farabee” according to andrew, hit the ground first. jack was yanked down a second later.

if you were strong enough to break the glass, you would’ve just to get to him. because the punches didn’t stop, there was red on the ice, and you weren’t sure who was bleeding.

you hoped it was the other guy.

the refs split them up pretty quickly after farabee hit the ground. jack got up with blood trickling from his nose and lip, but looked otherwise unharmed. you didn’t care enough to look at the other guy.

“and keep her name out your mouth,” jack yelled across the ice as a ref ushered him to the penalty box.

your brow furrowed. surely he wouldn’t be dumb enough to...

you glanced at andrew who looked just as flabbergasted. “was that over...?” you trailed off.

“you or his mom,” andrew shrugged. a beat passed. “told you that toothpick loves you.”

him

his head felt ready to explode. though he wasn’t sure if it was because of the blood pumping from his nose or the rage he felt just a few seconds ago. but as the metaphorical dust settled, he searched the crowd for you only to find your eyes already on him.

you okay? you mouthed.

he nodded and drew his attention back to the game. he couldn’t look at you too long before getting angry again, this time, not at you but at the reminder of what farabee had said about you.

you might scold him for it later, in fact, if he was a betting man, he would’ve put money on the fact that you would, but it didn’t matter to him. normal trash talk was fine but involving you? poking an already open wound?

but he didn’t have time to worry about it, he’d figure it out after the game when he could touch your skin and assure himself that you wouldn’t leave him for someone else.

the second he was released back into the game, he came back with a vengeance. the fight wasn’t enough, he was going to score as many points as he could to beat their asses into the ground.

he was going to do it.

you

there was no way jack was human. or at least, not a superhero of some kind. there had to be some higher power that possessed your boyfriend’s body because he was a very good hockey player?

but that night? he was next level.

by the end of the game, he’d scored 4 points alone, and assisted nico in the one other point made by someone who wasn’t him. when the final buzzer blew, the score was 5-2, with new jersey taking the win.

“your boyfriend is insane!” andrew yelled over the cheers.

you smiled. “i know.”

the both of you walked towards the locker rooms, flashing your lanyard at security to let you through.

“do you want me to wait for you?” andrew asked.

you shook your head. “i’ll get jack to take me home.”

“and if he doesn’t?”

“he will. especially when he finds out you left me.” andrew hugged you goodbye and departed towards the parking lot while you waited for jack to walk by. nico was first, smiling and hugging you quickly before heading back to the locker rooms. jack’s other teammates file out and wave, some stopping to give you a fist bump.

unsurprisingly because fate was funny like that, jack was one of the last to head your direction. part of you seized up with fear, wondering if he was still mad about andrew, but the smile he gave you relaxed your shoulders.

jack dropped his helmet and stick in favor of holding you close. he held you tighter than normal, an arm around your waist, a hand in your hair, his face in your neck.

“you okay?” you asked, trying to pull back to get a look at his face, but he only squeezed you tighter.

“i’m fine. just glad you’re here,” he mumbled into your neck. a beat passed before he pulled away and just stared at you. “did you drive here?”

you hesitated on telling him the truth, not wanting to ruin the moment but ultimately deciding lying would ruin things further. “i rode with andrew. he went home.” jack’s gaze darkened just a hair. “but i was hoping i could ride home with you.”

he nodded before leaning in to kiss you, pouting when you pulled out of reach. “baby--”

“your lip is split, hughes.”

“so?”

“i don’t wanna hurt you.”

“you’re hurting me now by not kissing me.” you sighed and gave in, your lips meeting his gently.

“there, you happy?”

“nope,” he said, leaning back in.

“easy there, cowboy,” you laughed into his lips and placed a hand on his chest. “you need to shower.” you wrinkled your nose as the smell hit you finally.

“you mean you don’t love me as i am?” he teased.

you froze. you had yet to say those words but he didn’t seem to notice before someone was calling him away. “go,” you pushed him lightly towards the locker room. “i’ll be here.”

he kissed you one last time before running down the hall with his things.

you patiently waited for the thirty or so minutes it took for jack to get ready and speak with his teammates. he came out freshly showered and smiling despite the split lip.

“you ready?” he asked.

“i was waiting on you,” you replied.

jack rolled his eyes but tossed his arm over your shoulder and pressed a kiss to the side of your head anyway. the both of you stayed silent until you got in the car.

“do you wanna tell me what the fight was about?”

jack’s hand paused over the keys in the ignition before he turned the car on and shifted gears into reverse. “it’s nothing.”

you rolled your eyes. “you mean to tell me you got a split lip over nothing? i thought you valued honesty.”

jack sighed and put the car into drive. “he was making comments about you and i couldn’t stand to listen to them anymore.”

“what did he say?”

jack’s jaw clenched, as did his hands on the steering wheel. “it doesn’t matter. it’s over with.”

“if it bothered you, it matters, jack.”

“i’m not comfortable repeating it,” he said. “it’s over now, let’s just go home.”

you paused. “your home or mine?”

he reached over the center console and held your hand. “mine, if that’s alright.”

you nodded, words failing you for a moment. the air still felt tense, though you weren’t sure if it was from the argument you had or the game itself.

but it was the lack of communication that got you here in the first place, so you spoke up. “are you still mad at me? because i don’t blame you if you are, i just thought i’d ask.”

jack was quiet for a moment, letting your words permeate the air. “not really, but i’m still confused as to why you didn’t tell me you’d dated andrew before.”

some deep-seated part of you wanted to shrug it off, but you knew you might view it as casual, he might take it as being flippant. “it was so long ago,” you started. “and when i look at him, i don’t see my ex, i just see my friend who’s grown up with me.”

he nodded, hand still clutching yours. “what do you see when you look at me?”

you swallowed down the fear building in your chest. you hadn’t said those three words yet, but maybe now was the time? andrew’s words kept repeating in your head. told you that toothpick is in love with you.

you breathed.

“i see the love of my life.”

#jack hughes imagine #jack hughes x reader #nhl imagine #nhl imagines #jack hughes #my writing

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eternallyhyucks · 3 years

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wonderwall | park sunghoon

-this is part 2! part 1 !

pairing: ice skater! soulmate! sunghoon x fem! soulmate! reader + mentions of a bsf! heeseung :)

word count: 663

genre/warnings: soulmate au/strangers to lovers, swearing, mentions of cuts & bruises

summary: in which you keep finding random cuts on your skin

𖤐 ྀ

recap from the end of pt 1 ↓

[after hanging up on heeseung, you immediately went on all of sunghoon’s socials and tried to match up the cuts on your hand with his. to your luck, he had posted on his story an hour before. after clicking on the story you saw a picture of a bright pink mark on his arm that looked exactly like the one your friend had given you only a couple hours before]

“it feels way too clichè finding him so quickly” you say to yourself

“let me call heeseung again” you say picking your phone up again

after a single ring you hear heeseung on the other line. “so do you have a crush on him now😏”

“heeseung i think hes my soulmate”

“oh dang i was not expecting this one”

“yeah ..”

“so do you wanna meet up with him?”

“well yeah, i need to yell at him for getting hurt so much wtf does this mf do” you frustratedly say

“hes an ice skater” heeseung said casually

caught off guard, you say “hes a what now ........”

“god i forgot you have a weird obsession with ice skating videos”

“shut up hee, theyre fun to watch okay🙄”

“yeah anyways when do you wanna meet up with him??”

“anytime is fine with me, but how are you gonna tell him that you found his soulmate lol”

“i wont”

“what-”

“you will”

“and how will i do that? ‘oh hey guy ive never met ! im ur soulmate hahah’” you say playfully

“well i mean yeah-”

“heeseung i was joking”

“WELL Y/N. ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS SHOW HIS YOUR CUTS AND THE HUGE ASS MARK ON YOUR ARM AND HE WILL BELIEVE YOU”

“ugh fine but you have to be there for the first meeting”

“y/n why do you always torture me”

“i enjoy it😁”

“okay well im gonna call him and let him know that i wanna meet up with him for something important like tomorrow? is that cool”

“yup!! im getting sleepy but see you tomorrow hee,, thank you for existing bestie”

“smh you only care about me when i have something for you”

“NOT TRUE!! ill buy you boba whenever you want”

“you always know how to win me over, goodnight y/n, im excited for my boba tomorrow😋😋”

“PLEASE HEESEUNG😭 goodnight” you say laughing and ending the call

you plug your phone in and lay on your pillow staring at your ceiling. you sigh and close your eyes. tomorrow’s the day.

⟡

“so you’re saying you magically found my soulmate the day you told me that it ‘would be worth trying to look for them’ ? ” sunghoon said hysterically laughing

“dude im serious” heeseung said lightly hitting sunghoon’s arm

laying down on his couch, sunghoon responds with “yeah yeah whatever,, go bring them to me and then ill believe you”

“okay how about in like an hour ?” heeseung said smirking

“what” sunghoon said sitting up

“yeah be ready in an hour and we can meet up at that cafè near the mall” heeseung paused before saying “and ill bring her with me”

⟡

“heeseung what if he doesnt believe me or something” you say as the two of you come close to the cafè where you’d be meeting your said soulmate

“i could just smack one of your arms and wait for the mark to show up on the other person. duh” heeseung stated

“what is up with my friends and enjoying smacking me”

heeseung opened the door to the cafè and said, “bothering you is fun, thats why”

you walk in and look for someone who looked like the boy you saw on your phone the night before, but couldnt

“well darn hes not here, we might as well leave then”

“shut up and find a seat y/n” heeseung said as he pushed you to an empty table of three

as soon as the two of you sat down, the door of the cafè opened.

he was here.

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91percentpynch · 3 years

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false god - kevaaron au pt 5

long time no see because i was in a writing block and that sucks but i‘m back and ready to break our hearts <33 thanks to argyro for helping me figuring out what happens here

i listened to false god by taylor swift cuz the angst??? love it!!! anygays this is from kevin‘s pov, i hope it makes sense and i hope you like it <33 stay safe, drink some water and always remember only racists, trump supporters, transphobes and homophobes skip meals!!

to check out the other parts click here

Aaron wasn‘t gone for too long when Kevin‘s phone rang

He didn‘t have the energy to pick it up, just to stare it down as if some kind of magic or his sheer will power would make it stop, let him be alone with his thoughts

But obviously that didn‘t work, it never did

The phone kept ringing, slowly driving the striker mad, slowly taking his sanity.

It would be the fifth or sixth missed call that would make him get up to answer the phone

„KEVIN HI NICKY HERE, LISTEN I TRIED TO CALL YOU FOR THE PAST HALF HOUR OR SO BUT AARON‘S IN THE HOSPITAL AND I CAN‘T GET THERE UNTIL LIKE TOMORROW AND ANDREW DOESN‘T ANSWER HIS PHONE EITHER AND HE WOULD TAKE LIKE HOURS TO GET THERE AS WELL CAN YOU PLEASE GO TO HIM SO HE DOESN‘T HAVE TO BE ALONE I DON‘T KNOW WHAT HAPPENED PLEASE, KEVIN I NEVER ASKED FOR ANYTHING FROM YOU PLEASE JUST GO AND MAKE SURE MY SON IS OKAY“

„Nicky? Hi to you too. You do realize he isn‘t my responsibility and that he broke up with me and that I don‘t really have to go there. I don‘t own him shit. He made my life miserable. He probably deserves whatever happened to him“ was what Kevin wanted to answer, was probably what he was supposed to say. But deep down he knew it was not true, that Aaron never ruined his life. Made it better, made it it bareable. Made it worth living, not just existing. Made it more than Exy and Vodka.

After a few moments of silence that felt like an enterinity Kevin settled for a simple: „Which hospital?“

„OH DIO MIO GRACIAS, MUCHAS GRACIAS. ESTÁ EN EL CHICAGO HOSPITAL“, Nicky replied in Spanish. Something the Latino only did when he was either very emotional, very drunk, very angry or all at once.

Kevin didn‘t have it in him to tell Nicky that he still did not speak Spanish, he understood the hospital and that was enough. For now.

„I‘m on my way, call you later and Nicky? He‘s going to be fine. It‘s not your fault. You‘re a great mother to them, the best I‘ve ever had the pleasure to meet. Now calm down, go to Erik and take a nap. You don‘t have to come, he‘s with us. We got this. Do you want to talk to Jeremy while I go to check up on Aaron?“

„Sí“, was all Nicky had to say. Voice thick with tears.

„JER CAN YOU TALK TO NICKY AARON‘S IN THE HOSPITAL I‘M GOING THERE“, Kevin shouted into the flat.

„Absoloutly“, Jeremy replied and took the phone from Kevin.

„Mi corazón, escúchame“, was the last thing Kevin heard as it hit him. Aaron was in the hospital. Right after Kevin refused to listen to him, right after Kevin refused to let him explain himself. It was Kevin‘s fault. If Aaron died, he would have killed him. He was basically a murderer. His breathing came out uneven, his lungs didn‘t get enough air. He knew that he needed to breathe, but breathing was hard and he was weak.

Jean noticed Kevin having a panic attack when he came to check up on him. „Day, listen to me. Breathe. In... And out... In.... And out... In... And out“

Kevin‘s breathing got better, slowly but steadily.

„It‘s my fault“, the striker whispered.

„It‘s not, Kevin. It is not your fault. If you don‘t want to go there, you don‘t have to. He is not your responsibility“

„Hypothetically if Jeremy was to break up with you and you‘re hurt and sad and blame him for your misery when it‘s more the lack of him that makes you feel that way and his sister or brother or mother or whoever would call you and hysterically asked you to go look after him cause his family is stuck on another continent and the only other person who could call refuses to take the phone cause they‘re too busy doing their boyfriend, would you not go cause he is not your responsibility anymore? Because Aaron is my Jeremy. Just like Jer saved your life and made you see that live is indeed worth living, Aaron showed me the same“

„I don‘t think I would surive Jeremy leaving me, you‘ve always been stronger than me. Should I give you a ride?“, Jean whispered.

„It‘s not a thing of strenght Jean, it‘s an addiction. It used to be alcohol that made me forget, made me feel light and free and carefree. I drank and drank until I couldn‘t live without it anymore. And then I met Aaron, I tasted him, I smelled him and he chose me. Me? What did I have to offer him? A boy broken and raised by Exy. All I can offer is Exy. Nothing more. Until he made me see that it was wrong, that I am more than that. And he might have broken my heart and yes I might still love him even though he will never feel the same but I cannot not go there. I have to. I have to be there for them, the way he was always there for me“

„Get your things, we‘re going to the hospital“, Jean replied, unable to put his emotions into words.

So Jean and Kevin left for the hospital while Jeremy tried to calm Nicky down with softly whispered Spanish words.

As they arrived at the hospital Kevin stormed in there.

„Aaron Minyard“, was all he was able to say. Too many memories were connected with hospitals. Too many memories he would much rather just forget.

„Name?“, the nurse said in a bored tone.

Kevin just put a finger on his cheek.

„Kevin Day? I can‘t let you to him, only family and spouses“

„What if I sign something, we take a nice selfie and you tell me where he is. You see I‘m basically family. I‘m the closest and the others can‘t be here until at least tomorrow evening and we don‘t want the poor guy to be all alone and confused, do we?“, Kevin said with his press smile and shining eyes. He knew the charme he had on females. It was just not useful for him as he never really was into that. He never was into anyone but Aaron, to be fair.

„I could lose my job for that“, the nurse replied, her eyes wandering from his eyes to his lips and up again.

„I‘m sure I can offer you something that will you let me to go see him“, Kevin replied with a wink, being disgusted by himself that he even thought about all the possiblities this woman could ask him to do with her.

„Room 21, second floor, station E. You clearly care about him, if anyone asks it wasn‘t me“, she smiled at him. „Besides I always liked Moreau more, I‘m sure we can think of something to do while you are with the boy“

„Sorry“, Kevin whispered to Jean as he ran down the aisle trying to figure out where Aaron was.

The hostpital was a mess of busy nurses and angry doctors, but nothing could stop a determinded Kevin Day. No one. Not even Andrew Minyard.

After what felt like forever he made it to the room, kicked the door open and walked with three long strides to Aaron.

„You fucking idiot, what have you done?“, he whisper-shouted, holding back tears while taking in Aaron‘s sorry state.

„I don‘t need your fucking pity“, Aaron replied, exhausted.

„Did you tell them you can‘t have morphine? Because you might relapse, i mean you already did but we don‘t want it to get worse. And this is not pity, this is Nicky yelling at me in Spanish cause you‘re in the hospital and he‘s in Germany and I‘m the closest to you and he does not want his son to be alone“

„Andrew didn‘t care to come, did he?“, Aaron whispered into his pillow.

„Andrew does care about you he‘s just shit at showing it, that fucking asshole“, Kevin replied softly. „C‘mon what have you done Minyard?“

„Car accident, not that it‘s any of your fucking business“

„How are you?“

„Fucking great, I should let a truck drive into me more often. Very freeing. Very calming“, Aaron said sarcastically, avoiding Kevin‘s eyes.

„A truck. Drove into you?“, shock made Kevin‘s Irish accent stronger.

„Not that you would care“, Aaron‘s voice was barely more than a whisper as he turned around, back to Kevin.

„Aaron first of all I can see you naked ass and not that I wouldn‘t mind the view and I‘ve seen it often enough but the nurses don‘t have to see that too. And secondly of course I care. I always did. Always will“

Blushing Aaron turned back towards Kevin.

„Why wouldn‘t you listen to me if you care so much? You‘re exactly like like Andrew, you guys only ever care when I‘m about to die or do something that doesn‘t sit right with you. Never about me as a person. The conecept about me maybe, but me? Me as a person? No one cares about that“

„You are Aaron Minyard. Born on the 4th of November, 8:31:45 am. You grew up in California in the house next to Nicky. Nicky and you were always close and you didn‘t have many friends because of your mom. Your mom might have abused her and I might hate her for that but you still love her and I get that because on some fucked up level I still care about Riko. You are allergic to cats, peanuts and house dust. You have a freckle right on your right hip, under your navel, from under your left eye over to the nose to the corner of your right eye. You like it when you are hold when you can‘t sleep but you hate showing affection in public. You were 13 when you started exy, because it gave you an escape, but you had to stop because the bruises from your mother‘s beating got to obvious. So you started getting into medicine. You borrowed every single book on medicine you could find and read it at night, always hidden from your mom. You had to have straight As or the beatings would be worse. Your mom did go out to have ice cream with you when it was especially bad. That‘s why you hate ice cream so much, especially vanillia because it was her favourite. Your secret hobby is skating. You feel free when you do it. You want to live at the coast, but not close to Cali, never back to Cali. You want Andrew to notice you and you hate how easily he let Neil in because obviously deserve it more and I get that. You tried drugs to escape, to see what was the appeal. Your uncle never helped you but he brainwashed you into believing he did. You grew up very religous and in an extraordinary homophobic household, you watched your cousin and only friend getting shipped away because he was different, not right, so you confinced yourself you were different. Heterosexual. When in reality you knew since you were 15 that you preferred guys. You liked girls as well. At least you thought but it‘s so much more complicated. Actually it isn‘t. You‘re asexual, you do however like the feeling of sex. You think the process is disgusting, but you still like the feeling. It has to be the right person though. It doesn‘t matter wether it‘s a boy or a girl or something else entierly, all that matters are the feelings the person makes you feel. It took you years to accept that you are not wrong, that you wouldn‘t have to go away like Nicky. You apologized to Nicky. You thought you had to be against their relationships, because that‘s what they made you believe. Old habits die hard. But you got over it and I am very proud of you. You sleep with a teddybear or with another person that cuddles you because the thought of being alone scares the living crap out of you. Your favourite flowers are sunflowers because yellow is a happy color. You hate sweets, you prefer salty snacks. You prefer coffee black, like your sould. You use sarcasm and humor as your coping mechanism. You stole my history books because you love history as well. You also love art but you don‘t think you are good enought to become an artist. You would love to work at Jean‘s studio but you are afraid to ask. You and Jean used to be friends but you cut him off and isolated yourself because your anxities and insecurities took over you again. Sometimes you have depressive episodes, in these you crave drugs more than normally. You want to stop it, you really do but somehow your brain tries to tell you you need it. You would love to have five dogs. An Irish Red Setter, an Irish Wolfhound, a poodle a big one though, a labrador and a golden retriever. You also want to adopt at least two kids. You don‘t want any child to go through what you had to go through or Andrew. So don‘t you dare tell me I never cared for you. Because I do. I listen when you tell me things. I remember every single time you came to me, black out drunk, crying and telling me you‘re worthless. Because every single time I wanted to tell you you aren‘t. You are a wonderful human being and I don‘t understand why I wasn‘t enough for you to stay but I will not let you tell me I never cared about you. Because that‘s some fucking bullshit“

Kevin didn‘t even notice the tears running down his cheeks. It‘s been a while since he was that emotional, since he let his walls down and dared to show emotions.

„You really did listen“, was all Aaron had to say.

„Why wasn‘t I enough for you?“, Kevin replied, voice thick of tears, Irish accent strong.

#all for the game #the foxhole court #the raven king #the king’s men #kevin day #aaron minyard #ship: kevaaron #kevaaron

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milkacchan · 4 years

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My fav haikyuu boys w an s/o who plays hockey

And s/o gets into a fight on the ice

First of all I do not play hockey but I wish I did so much bro

Kuroo:

• Mans is wearing your Jersey number

• He's sitting as close to the glass as possible

• And he's cheering you on as loud as he can

• He's probably with Bokuto or Kenma

• But his main focus is on you

• He's lowkey mesmerized by yours plays

• And the sheer tough and rough of the sport

• He's watched you wipe out a few times and he can tell by your body language you're getting frustrated

• But he freezes when he see's someone of the other team push you over and he winces when he see's you wipe out again

• "Oh no- (Y/N)!

• Things are starting to get chaotic

• And then he sees you get up and he see's you skate over

• And then he see's you swing

• "Fuck!"

• Bokuto/Kenma is cringing next to him

• Kuroos pale

• and oddly turned on watching you obliterate the person in front of you

• And then the masks come off and then he's worried worried because you take a first to the face and he hears your frustration from the rink

• And then your first collides with their face again

• Cue the chorus' of 'oh fuk'

• He's VERY worried

• You stand up after being pulled away

• the other person was pulled away as well

• You've got blood pouring down your cheek and he thinks he's gonna pass out

• He's pushing past people (followed by whoever he's with) as he eyes follow were you are

• "Babe? Babe you okay?"

• You flash him a bright smile. "Always. Just part of the game honey."

• God he's so in love with you

Bokuto:

• Mans is also wearing your jersey number

• he's fucking COLD

• decked out in warm clothes

• He's absolutely the loudest in the stands

• You can hear him on the ice

• He makes sure of it

• And knows a little about hockey, you watch it all the time

• But this is the first time he's been able to see you play

• n he's watching youu

• vibe and do your thing

• And then you make a point and he's !!!!!!

• but then he watches you get shoved over and hit with the stick and he's !!!!!! >:(

• Your hand reaches out and grabs the other person's skate and you yank and they fall backwards

• the teams are descending into chaos

• baby is cheering you on

• SCREAMING your fucking name as you pummel this person below you

• He's internally worried tho dont get me wrong

• but

• He's also caught in the moment

• he didnt think fights REALLY happened but here it was

• you werent lying

• He can see the blood on your Jersey and he's Definitely worried more after that

• "Nice hit out there, babe!!!!"

• "Thank you, Bo!" You wave at him before you're off the ice

• And he's just watching you with a dumb grin and lovey eyes

• He supports the fuck out of you okay

• He's definitely on your ass after the game, checking to make sure you're okay

• You've got a bruised cheek bone

• You assure him you're fine

• "But what about the blood on your jersey?"

"Pretty cool right? Just my nose though, I got all that taken care of. I'll probably have to get a New Jersey though.. blood stains."

• And then hezs kissing you bc you're just so perfect and unaffected by what happened

• "Baby you're so strong," 🥺

• "Aw bo,"

Akaashi: (the following is based of a true story) (the Bruins)

• Your team won

• :)))

• by a point in the last 4 seconds

• defense baby

• Akaashi is cheering next between bokuto

• Bc Akaashi is your boyfriend but Bo is also one of your best friends

• Neither wanted to miss it

• They're both wide smiles and proud of you for doing so well

• Internally planning dinner for after

• Its a vibe

• Theyre vibing

• And the other team is getting salty

• hence a team wide fight begins

• And Akaashi is immediately feeling uneasy as he watches the fans start to stir the pot too

• And suddenly a girl in the stands grabs your hockey stick and she hits you with it

• Akaashi is lunging foward and Bokuto is right behind him

• It takes you 0.000089 seconds to turn around and climb over the wall, immediately going for her

• Two men are trying to hold you back but they're quickly pulled off as other members of the team follow suit

• "the pretty boy with the green eyes and the owl are mine!" You yell to your teammates

• They confirm and you watch the girl run (try to anyway) up the steps of the stands and your right behind her

• You just so happen to corner her in the stand row above where Akaashi and Bo are

• You havent realized this yet

• He watches as you pull her back, she's still swatting at you, screaming curse words and phrases

• He watches without moving and pull the girls shoe off, using that just as she'd used your hockey stick

• Finally, when she's screaming apologies instead and you're done ripping her a new one

• You looked at the row next to you, grinning happily when you see who it is

• "Keiji, hey, glad you could make it,"

• You're bleeding

• The side of your head is bleeding Oh god

• he's about to answer when you press a chaste kiss to his lips

• "Hope you enjoyed." You drop the shoe "hello to you too, bo."

• then you're heading back down the stands, bumping into your teammates

• It was then Akaashi realized, you were absolutely 100% the one for him

• You're suspended for 8 games oop

Oikawa:

• Oikawa had seen you come home with plenty of bruises and scrapes

• he understood, he played volleyball and he knew how hard sports could be on your body

• But he never thought it'd be from another person

• But he shows up to your game

• iwachan dragging behind him

• Because no way was he going alone too many people

• And they're just chilling in the stands, having fun like they did when they were kids

• cheering and what not

• And Oikawa looks away for a SECOND

• someone calls his name and he glances black, figuring it to just be some fangirl

• But then everyone's yelling and the announcers are talking

• and iwa shoves him and Oikawa looks back

• to see you 🥰

• Getting the shit beat out of

• And his heart stops and his breath hitches.

• "Wo-Woah, Hold on-"

• He watches as your head hits the ice and he's yelling

• He's absolutely gripping Hajimes sleeve in pure panic

• It doesn't last long though because soon you're up and your shoulder rams into the other person's stomach knocking them back on their ass

• "Holy fuck dude," Hajimez eyes are wide

• "Jesus-"

• He watches as you fall onto the person beneath you

• It doesn't look like you're hitting them, more yelling than anything

• But you're definitely fighting off the people trying to pull you off

• His stomach is doing flips

• When he see's you after the game, you're in his arms in a HEARTBEAT

• he's squeezing you and then inspecting your bruised and bloodied face

• Dinner consists of a hospital visit, stitches (which you really didnt like) and almost falling asleep against Oikawas chest as Iwa drove home

• Oikawas sure to tell you how proud he is though

• and that he's happy yall won the game :)

Iwazumi:

• He knew practices were tough

• He knew the sport itself was a tough sport

• But he didnt know about the fights that often happen during hockey games

• Iwa probably went alone

• He's sitting closer to the ice

• And he's watching with a smile as you do your thing

• And the game progresses and he's got a drink and he's munching on popcorn

• completely mesmerized by the game

• He thinks the game is incredible all on it's own

• It's tough

• you're against elements

• Skating is hard

• He didn't thi k it was hard until you took him to a rink and the two of you practices and he fell on his ass so many times

• his butt was bruised for weeks

• And you've got pucks that HURT when they hit you

• all in all you have to be tough

• but his eyes always drift back to you

• just in time too

• He watches the person on the other team, swing their hockey stick and hit you in the back of the legs

• He's immediately standing

• His drink forgotten as it fell to the floor

• "H-Hey!"

• His heart falls and he sees you stand up

• But from how it looked, the way you fell /must've/ hurt.

• Your team seems to take no mercy on the other player before you can get up

• It did seem that you laid a good punch in

• A few good punches based on how they fell back

• But you were lost in the swarm of players

• And he can see (vaguely hear) that despite your coaches pleading, you're still going to play the rest of the game.

• He has the urge to flick you

• you're just like shittykawa.

• Never giving yourself a break

• when the game finally ends (your team wins)

• you're off the ice first, looking up to flash iwa a smile, one he clearly knew was pained.

• He's outside the Locker room waiting for you

• He takes your hand and the two of you are off to get home

• Of course, he scolds you in the car.

• But then he hesitantly admits that it was cool to zeesee but you still should've stopped playing

• He makes you dinner

• And you watch a movie while he has your legs in his lap so you can ice your knees

• he's 100% taking you to get them checked out tomorrow morning

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angelicdestieldemon · 3 years

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Ice Skating (Day 5 of Christmas)

Prompt: Ice SKating

SHIP: Barson

I spent way too long watching Torville and Dean while writing this, so I hope you enjoy.

Requests are open for the next 20 days, I write for Barson, Bangan, Barisi and potentially other Rafael Barba ships (even other Raúl Esparza characters too), just talk to me on asks or private messages.

“Are those ice skates?”

Olivia looks up to Rafael standing in the doorway to her office. His big coat hanging over his arm, the winter beard he’d been growing is thicker than the last time she saw him.

“Noah saw his favourite cartoon characters ice skating and has not stopped asking me to take him since, thankfully I can ice skate, fancy joining us?” She takes her glasses off gesturing for him to take a seat on the couch.

Rafael hangs his coat on the stand just inside the doorway before taking a seat on the couch, he doesn’t answer her question though until she takes a seat next to him. She was pretty much ready to go home anyway, everything else on her desk could wait until tomorrow.

“When did you learn to ice skate?” Ignoring her question completely, he twists his upper body to face her, his elbow on the back of the couch, his head tilting to rest on his knuckles.

She always jokes he reminds her of a cat, grumpy, with no respect for putting his feet on desks, attention-seeking. But when he does that; tilts his head to the side, a soft look in his green eyes he reminds her of a puppy.

“I had no formal lessons, I would go with friends, we would laugh and fall, wake up with bruises on our asses.”

She sees his mouth open and before he can make a quip, she slaps his chest in warning, later she’ll tell herself she didn’t notice her hand stays on his chest, but deep down she knows she couldn’t pull away from his warmth voluntarily if she tried. He doesn’t mention it though, so she doesn’t either.

“Can you skate?” He quirks his eyebrow in response.

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” he teases. Olivia rolls her eyes, but laughs anyway, he can never make anything easy. “But I would like to see you skate, especially if there’s a chance to see you fall on your ass.” He pulls away before she can hit him again.

Instead of mocking her further he grabs her coat, holding it out to help her put it on, Olivia glares at him, but there is no heat behind it.

She grabs her bag and ice skates out from under her desk and slides her arms into the coat, ignoring the tingle in her spine when he gently tugs hair trapped underneath the coat loose.

“Mama!” Noah barrels into her legs the second she enters the living room, Lucy smiling warmly at her.

She crouches down to give him a hug and the feeling of his arms wrapping tightly around her will forever be the best feeling in the world.

“Hello, my sweet boy, have you been good for Lucy?”

“Yeah, we drew loads of pictures and we played spelling games, can we go ice skating now?” Olivia can hear the excitement in his voice.

“Of course, we can, baby, I’ve also got a surprise guest coming with us.”

Rafael walks into the living room; he must have been waiting for her to tell Noah before he showed his face, and she appreciates the gesture.

“Uncle Rafa!”

Olivia expects him to smile and pat the boy on his head, he’s come a long way, but she knows children still make him nervous, having not had much experience with them until Noah. But Rafael shocks her when he bends down and lifts Noah up into his arms, and he’s never looked more attractive than in this moment. She can see the wheels in his head spinning furiously but the grin he’s sporting doesn’t drop. Noah is talking his ear off and he listens, giving the boy all of his attention and she can’t help but just watch them together.

She feels Lucy walk up beside her, “Cute family you’ve got here, Olivia.” She turns to face a woman she has come to call her friend and smiles but can’t find the words to deny it.

Olivia does consider Rafael part of her family, but she can’t help but feel his position in that network isn’t where he belongs and looking at him now with Noah, is only cementing that feeling. That’s when he looks up and his eyes meet hers, and all Olivia can think of is how right he looks, here in her home with her son in his arms.

Thankfully Lucy just smiles at her and grabs her things to leave.

“Mama, is uncle Rafa coming ice skating with us?” Olivia comes back to herself and smiles at her son’s excitable expression and nods her head in response. He cheers and wraps his arms around Rafael’s neck hugging him tightly.

When looking into taking Noah ice skating Liv had picked a night least likely for the rink to be packed, and so when they arrive, the ice is relatively empty. Liv uses her own skates, while Rafael takes Noah to get them hire skates.

When she finds them again Rafael is tying Noah’s skates making sure they are nice and secure. Once again that ache in her heart makes itself known. Once Rafael is happy with Noah’s skates he stands and takes one of Noah’s hands, leaving the other for her. She tries not to think about how they might look, never mind how much she wishes this was real.

It takes her a minute to get used to the feeling of being back on the ice, but after a few turns around the ice, Olivia is feeling confident again. There is no way in hell she is falling on her ass in front of Rafael Barba, he would never let her forget it, but she also doesn’t want to do anything embarrassing in front of him.

Noah takes to it really well, a few stumbles every now and then but with his mum and uncle holding his hands he doesn’t fall. Noah begins to feel tired after a while, so they skate over to the side and are surprised to see Amanda and Jesse taking off their own skates.

“’Manda!” Noah stumbles over to hug her and then is chatting away to Jesse while Amanda walks over to the barrier.

“I didn’t know you were coming today,” Olivia says, her breath visible in the cold air.

“We were going to come at the weekend, but Billie has an appointment, so I figured it was better to take her now when it's quiet than on a busy Saturday,” she replies, a teasing smirk pulling at her lips.

“What about you, I didn’t expect to see you two here… together.”

Olivia rolls her eyes, she feels Rafael squeeze her elbow before heading over to the kids, giving them some privacy.

“Is there something you want to tell me?” Amanda leans in over the barrier, trying to keep Rafael from hearing.

“No… no, nothing has happened, I feel like there’s something-”

“Oh, there’s something alright, I spotted you when you came out on to the ice but when I saw Barba, I figured you might like the privacy. You look like a happy little family,”

“He’s not made a move, I keep thinking he will and then he doesn’t, I’m starting to think this is all one-sided,” Olivia wants to shake herself, she’s too old to be pining over someone she isn’t even sure feels the same way about her as she feels about them.

Amanda snorts a laugh and gives her a look that says, ‘are you kidding me?’

“You know what, Jesse and I were gonna get a bite to eat, we will take Noah with us and you and Barba can have some time together outside your offices and a bar, just let me know in advance if I’m keeping him for the night will you.”

Before Olivia can respond Amanda has already asked Noah if he wants to get burgers with her and Jesse. Rafael looks up at her, and she can’t read his expression, but he’s smiling at her and that’s all that matters.

“Please mama, can I go?” Olivia pretends to think it over for Noah’s sake before nodding.

Amanda helps him take off his skates and as they leave Rafael walks up to her, leaning closely into her space, “Should I be worried?”

Olivia turns to face him and quietly gasps at how close their faces are before locking down her expression into a teasing smile, “Worried you’re going to fall down without Noah to help you balance?”

The look on his face is pure challenge, and before she knows it, he is taking her hand and pulling her back on to the ice, and she is struggling to keep up with him. He’s gliding across the ice, pulling her behind him, before suddenly turning and taking her other hand in his as he skates backwards. They’re lucky the rink is so empty that they don’t hit anyone. He holds her gaze as they skate around, and she should be scared they’re going to crash into someone, but they don’t. And then he’s twisting again and coming to a stop so suddenly that Olivia crashes into his chest and it’s only his clear experience at this that they don’t fall, but now they’re pressed chest to chest, in the middle of the ice.

He’s warm even through their winter coats, his hands have moved to her hips, to steady her against him and Olivia looks into his eyes and there’s love in them, love for her and she realises that she doesn’t need to wait for him to make the first move. Olivia Benson is more than capable of knowing what she wants and for once she is going to take it.

She kisses him and there’s no delay, he responds immediately. Kissing her back with a passion she usually only sees when he’s in court fighting his heart out for a victim. And she doesn’t want this to end, so she wraps her arms around his shoulders, playing with the soft hairs at the base of his neck.

He pulls away too quickly and he must see her worry because he kisses her again soft and chaste and utterly sweet.

“Want to get out of here?” He asks his rough voice causing a fire to burn low in her stomach.

She kisses him again. “Take me home, Rafa.”

#barson #rafael barba #Olivia Benson #Raul Esparza #mariska hartigay #Law & Order SVU #Raúl Esparza

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meow-bebe · 4 years

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Skate Date

Pairing: Stray Kids, Yang Jeongin x reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Minor cussing but you should expect that by now, i swear a lot

Word Count: 1603

Gender: Neutral reader

A/n: Happy late birthday fox boy! I really wanted to post this yesterday but it didn't really happen. Anyway here's this though! Most of the skat terminology is stuff I've picked up from hanging out at the rink a lot and my friend who skates as well as like two things I needed to Google. Sorry the ending is trash, and also it's slightly unedited. But! I passed 1k for the first time! This doesn't seem like a huge achievement but I've only ever managed to write about 600 word before this but it's getting easier now! I'm hoping to write more often so if all goes well you'll see more of me and my overuse of commas in the coming weeks!

~~~

“Come on, Innie!” you called, screeching to a halt in front of the bench where your boyfriend was currently sitting.

“No I don’t think I will,” he said, setting his folded hands on top of the railing separating him from the ice rink, “you look like you’re having fun, and I’ll just slow you down.”

Narrowing your eyes at him, you said, “And when has that ever stopped you before? I remember a certain date when you dragged out shopping for so long we didn’t have time to go to the museum and then acted like you didn’t do it on purpose because you think museums are boring.”

“I didn’t!” he protested, “but that’s beside the point. I’m going to fall on my ass and make a fool of myself and I don’t particularly care to be covered in suspicious looking bruises for dance practice tomorrow.”

Sighing, you placed your hand on top of his. “Jeongin, everybody falls their first time. I even fall every now and then to this day!”

“That’s because you have horrible balance,” he retorted, and you scowled at him.

“My point was that you’ve never been skating before, so of course you’re not going to be great at it your first try. You’ll be okay if you fall, if we’re not going very fast it’s extremely unlikely you’ll get hurt.” You squeezed his hand comfortingly under yours. “And honestly, would you rather have to explain a few inconveniently placed bruises or the fact that you decided to sit here and keep the bench warm and watch me skate for two hours because you were worried you wouldn’t be a world class figure skater the first time you set foot on the ice?”

You cocked your head saucily, and he grumbled “Fine, I’ll try it,” in response. You offered him your hand, and taking it, he wobbled to his feet.

“There you go!” you cheered sarcastically, “you’re standing up!” Met with his disgruntled glare, you softened, asking, “Are your skates tight enough? I tried to make sure you got them laced well but we don’t want your ankles wobbling around.”

“I think they’re okay,” he said, tilting his feet this way and that, “they feel pretty tight.”

Guiding Jeongin towards the exit to the rink, you asked, “Do they wiggle in the skates? You should be able to move your ankles but not inside your skates.” He started moving his ankles again, experimenting to try and figure out what you meant.

“They feel fine,” he said, just as you brought him to the juncture between the rink and benches.

“Good!” You took his other hand in yours as well. “Now just step down. Go slow, I’ve got you,” you reassured. Maybe you were going to scold and tease him about his slightly irrational worry of being terrible, but you were also going to do your best to make sure he didn’t have much to worry about.

“Okay so now that you’re on the ice, you need to find the balance of your skates, or the flat part you can glide best on. Just shift back and forth until you find the place where you can move smoothly.” You helped guide him slightly as he gingerly shifted his weight around. “It’ll probably be farther back than you think, that makes room for the toepick to not scrape against the ice.”

After a moment, he seemed to have found where he needed to be. “Okay, I think I’ve got it,” he looked up from his skates, “what now?”

“Now we skate!” you said, letting go of one of his hands and slowly starting to move forward. He seemed to panic for a moment, but soon found a slightly broken and wobbly rhythm beside you.

“There you go!” you said, grinning happily at him, “you’re moving!”

“Yay,” he said halfheartedly, glancing down at his feet again. “Now, quick question. How does one skate? Cause I’m pretty sure this - ” he demonstrated the way that he was using the toepick to push one foot forward and then gliding a small amount forward before repeating - “isn’t how you do it.”

“No, not quite,” you laughed. “It’s a little bit difficult to explain, but to start you’re going to push off with one foot and glide on the other.” You demonstrated, letting go of Jeongin to skate a small distance in front of him. He shuffled forwards, doing his best to keep his balance and stay within a distance that he could see your small movements. “Once you’ve lost momentum, transfer your weight back to the other foot and glide on that one. Alternate your movements, and you’re skating!” Once again, you followed up your explanation by showing him how to execute the movements, but this time you didn’t stop. You continued to skate forwards for a moment, showing Jeongin how the movements feel when connected before turning around and circling back to your still slightly struggling boyfriend.

“How are you so good at this?” Jeongin asked, slipping a little and grabbing at the wall to stay upright.

“Oh Jeongin,” you said, pulling him upright and grasping his hand in yours, “I’ve been skating since I was young. Talent comes with practice.”

He tentatively pushed forward, and with a nod of encouragement from you, began to shakily glide his way across the ice.

“There you go!” you exclaimed happily, “You’re doing it!” You tried your best to keep an even pace next to Jeongin, but he kept having to ask you to slow down as you weren’t used to moving at such a slow speed. The two of you made a few rounds of the rink with little accident (you lost your balance and fell over while bending down to retrieve a little girl’s fallen glove as Jeongin laughed at you because you had fallen before he even had the chance) and small conversation was held between bouts of your reminding Jeongin not to propel himself using the toepick.

“I think I’m going to sit down for a minute,” Jeongin said, turning to skate towards the edge of the rink where the benches are located. “My feet are starting to hurt.”

“That’s probably a good idea,” you said, beginning to weave through the other skaters surrounding you, Jeongin’s hand still clasped securely in yours. Coming to a stop, you let go of his hand so that Jeongin could hold onto the railing and clamber up into the closed off bench area.

“Alright,” you said, folding your arms securely across your chest and leaning against the railing, “If you don’t mind I’m going to skate around a little more while you take a break.”

“Please do. You know where to find me,” he said, smiling sweetly at you. “Have fun!” he called after you as you began to skate away.

“Oh, you know I will!” you called lightheartedly back.

Jeongin watched as you gained speed, dodging between the other people making their way around the rink, most moving a little slower than you. Upon reaching the corner, you executed a few flawless crossovers, a grace that you could never seem to find off the ice taking your body and propelling you across the ice in smooth, beautiful movements. Jeongin was entranced, eyes tracking your figure as you glided around the rink, lost in the way that your hair ruffled slightly and the excited little grin that lit up your face every time you got your crossovers right. He would have been more than happy to sit there until open skate ended, just watching you skate in endless circles.

You seemed to have other ideas though, as you cut across the ice, coming to an abrupt halt in front of Jeongin, a spray of shaved ice hitting the wall.

“Show off,” he said, voice full of affection.

“You love watching me do stuff like that, admit it.” You leaned onto the railing, bringing your face closer to the boy in front of you.

“Maybe a little bit,” he teased back.

“Knew it!” you laughed. “Come back out with me, you were doing so well earlier.”

“I might actually sit here and watch you for the rest of the time. There’s only -” he glanced at the timer counting down the minutes of skate time left - “around fifteen minutes left.”

“Aww, Jeongin,” you whined, “I didn’t bring you here to watch me skate the whole time.”

“You didn’t bring me here at all,” Jeongin retorted, playful contempt tugging at his voice, “I was the one who suggested this. And for the most part, I just wanted to watch you.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “That’s cute, but does this mean that the whole ‘I want to be involved in something that you love’ spiel was a lie?”

“Yeah,” he confirmed, grabbing your hand and squeezing it, “it was. Wobbling around like an idiot isn’t the most fun, but watching you skate is so much better. You’re really good, and opposed to your usual clumsiness -” you slapped at his shoulder lightly in mock irritation - “you’re really graceful and beautiful and it’s amazing to watch.”

His compliments flustered you, but instead of letting him know that, you just tugged at his hand. “Come on, let’s go skate again.” Jeongin relented after a moment of encouragement (which he would call harassment) and the two of you were soon back out on the ice, hands twined together as you skated backwards, dragging a giggling, wobbly Jeongin behind you. No matter how much he argued and denied that he was having fun, Jeongin was really enjoying himself, both just watching you and skating himself.

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technicallycleverdetective · 4 years

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Can I please have 1 and 21 as metamoro prompt from that Christmas list? Thank you. ❤️

Of course you can! Thank you for the prompt, dear Nonny. I had ideas for both of these right away, and I hope you enjoy what I came up with ❤️

1. “You’re freezing. Come here.”21. “I won’t let you fall.”

Fabrizio had the phone to his ear before he’d left the TV studio. He gave smiles, waves and thumbs-up to anyone who made eye contact as he left, but kept moving so they wouldn’t have a chance to engage him in conversation. Hopefully they would think it was a very important work or family-related call that couldn’t wait, when in fact he was just impatient to hear Ermal’s voice and even politeness couldn’t get in the way of that.

“Hi Fabrizio,” his boyfriend greeted him cheerfully. “Is everything good? Are you done?”

The sound of that voice filled him with well-being. It was too sentimental to ever admit, but whenever Ermal was happy, so was Fabrizio. “I’m done. I’m just leaving the studio now. It’s going to be broadcast on 27th December” he said.

“I must remember to record it. Now guess where I am.”

“That’s what I’m calling to find out.”

“I’m at the ice rink you told me about. It’s amazing,” Ermal enthused. “They’re doing a disco and everyone gets a turn on the ice for one song. I’m trying to get my boots so I can go on with the beginners.”

“Well, be careful,” Fabrizio warned. “I’ll be there soon.”

“Be careful? I bet I’ll be doing spins by the time you get here.”

Fabrizio chuckled. “I’m sure you will. See you soon.”

Ermal had flown in this morning to spend a few days with Fabrizio before heading onto Bari to spend Christmas with his family. Fabrizio had planned to meet him at the airport with a cardboard sign, but that had been undone by a sudden booking to sing on one of the many Christmas specials that were being produced right now. Work was work and he was happy for it, but it did mean he’d lost half a day of enjoying Ermal’s company, and he had no intention of spending the rest of the time in hospital if his boyfriend proved over-confident on the ice.

Twenty minutes later, he arrived in the car park of Ice Village and wandered into the crowd gathered around the rink. He was looking for someone clinging to the edges or shuffling along the ice like Bambi, but instead he caught sight of dark curls streaming towards him. Ermal couldn’t be called fast, but he was in no danger of slipping or tripping either. Fabrizio watched as he kept gliding forward, away from the crowd who had turned to make another circuit of the rink, making no effort to stop until he slammed into the clear barrier in front of Fabrizio’s face. He grinned and waved, and then pointed at something behind him. Fabrizio looked and saw the booth where ice skates were hired out. He shook his head. Ermal beckoned him insistently.

“No.”

Ermal pulled a disappointed face, pushed off the wall and joined the crowd again. Fabrizio went over to the doors beside the rink to wait for him. He arrived a minute later, clinging onto the side to bring himself to a stop.

“One circuit, please. It’ll be the couples song soon” he requested.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea” Fabrizio said, watching fearfully as the solid crowd of skaters whizzed past. He had visions of being unable to move his legs, holding up the traffic, being knocked off balance by a speed skater, breaking a bone and facing the humiliation of being carted off on a stretcher.

“It’s traditional to go skating on Christmas” Ermal insisted. He held out his hand, waiting for Fabrizio to join him, and ignoring the fact that they were both old enough to break their hips if things went wrong on this slippery surface.

“Maybe in American movies.”

“Bizio, come on,” His boyfriend pouted adorably. “I’ve never celebrated Christmas properly. I want to try everything from the cheesy movies.”

Fabrizio sighed. Ermal knew how to twist him around his little finger and he wasn’t shy about doing so. “Alright, but it’s on you if I get hurt” he warned.

It took five minutes to get some skates and another five to figure out how to tie the blasted things, but then Fabrizio took his first careful step onto the ice and grabbed the wall with one hand. The other sought Ermal and squeezed his fingers for dear life.

“I won’t let you fall” Ermal said reassuringly. He made one small glide and Fabrizio attempted to move his feet to follow, less skating and more shuffling.

The music changed from upbeat pop to a ballad, and the fastest skaters began to disappear. Looking around, Fabrizio saw that the only people left were couples or groups of friends, holding hands and shuffling like baby penguins around the rink.

“Okay, let’s try this.”

He let go of the wall and started to move independently, clinging anxiously onto Ermal’s hand as they made their way along, surrounded by laughing teenagers and young men trying to show off for their girlfriends. By the time they had reached the spectator stands, Fabrizio was starting to find his feet. He was still a long way off being comfortable in these hard boots that cut into his ankles and rolled dangerously on their narrow pivot, but he was staying upright and moving smoothly.

He loosened his grip on Ermal’s hand, but kept hold of him, glancing to the side to see his boyfriend’s happy smile. That view never failed to fill his heart with warmth. He smiled back, squeezed Ermal’s hand fondly, and looked up to see the barrier heading straight for him.

He tried to turn, but Ermal was in the way, so his shoulder hit the wall and Ermal hit him. Pain shot through Fabrizio’s tail bone as it landed on the ice and he sat there, too stunned to move, as water seeped into his trousers. People continued to skate past, turning their heads to look as if passing a car accident, some laughing. Nobody attempted to assist.

“Bizio, are you okay?” Ermal asked. He was on his knees beside Fabrizio, trying to get to his feet and so far failing.

“I’m fine.”

Fabrizio tried to stand too, but his feet slipped out and he landed back on his already bruised ass. Fortunately the entrance to the stands wasn’t far and so he crawled there, getting to his feet on solid ground and looking back to find Ermal still trapped on the ice. The music had changed now and the rink was covered in children, haphazardly skating around. He couldn’t move without risking injury to them or himself. It wasn’t until the song was over and the children were dispersing, four minutes later, that Fabrizio saw a staff member slide up to him and bend down to offer assistance.

He relocated his boyfriend in the medical area at the back of the rink, wrapped in a foil blanket with a cup of tea in his hands. His face was paler than usual and Fabrizio could see the foil quivering on his shoulders.

“Is my face bruised?” Ermal asked urgently. Fabrizio bent to look. “No.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. Did you hit it on the ice?”

“I went cheek first” Ermal admitted.

“Sorry…”

“Don’t be sorry,” he interrupted, and then smiled brightly. “That was embarrassing, having to be rescued by a man in a luminous coat. Are you okay?”

“The pain is easing. I’ll probably have bruises tomorrow. Are you cold?”

“A little bit. The ice got into my bones, I think,” Ermal said cheerfully. “Can you get my shoes so we can go home?”

The cup of tea was starting to shake in his hands. Fabrizio removed it before he could splash the hot liquid on his hands.

“I’ll be right back.”

He hurried barefoot across the floor, suffering the wet and dirt to move faster, and exchanged the skates for two pairs of comfortable shoes. He sighed with relief as he put his boots on. Ice-skating certainly made you appreciate your own well-worn footwear, if nothing else.

Upon his return to Ermal, he found that his boyfriend’s shivering had gotten worse. “This blanket isn’t doing much” he remarked, discarding it to tie his laces. Fabrizio watched his hands shaking so badly that he could hardly hold onto the laces and moved in to perform the task himself.

“Now is hardly the time” Ermal teased. Fabrizio smiled and shook his head, finishing the laces and standing up.

“You’re freezing. Come here.”

Ermal cuddled into his side as they walked along and Fabrizio could feel his body shivering against him, getting worse when they stepped into the chilled December air. As soon as they got into the car, he turned the heating up full blast and grabbed a blanket from the back seat.

“Put that over you.”

It took forty minutes to get home through the heavy traffic of shoppers and merrymakers. Ermal curled up under the blanket until nothing below his chin was visible, and stayed that way until they reached Fabrizio’s home.

“Bring the blanket with you,” Fabrizio ordered. “Go upstairs and take your wet clothes off. I’ll bring some hot chocolate.”

“I’m not even very cold anymore” Ermal protested.

Fabrizio looked at him sceptically. His cheeks had more colour in them and he didn’t move so stiffly when he got out of the car, but he hadn’t asked for the heating to be turned down for the whole drive home, even though Fabrizio felt like he was being baked alive.

“You were sitting on ice without a coat for several minutes. I’m not taking any chances,” he replied. “Do you want marshmallows, whipped cream or anything else in your cup?“

Ermal looked at him and then smiled shyly. “Whipped cream then. Make a cup for yourself too.”

Fabrizio nodded and they went in the direction of their respective missions. It took a bit of time to make the hot chocolate, between stirring the powder and hot milk, and whipping the cream. There was enough on top of Ermal’s mug to eat with a spoon, and if Fabrizio wondered why he was acting as if his boyfriend had returned from an Arctic expedition, it didn’t last long. It would do him no harm. He lifted the two mugs and brought them upstairs.

Ermal was in their bedroom, clad only in his boxers, with the blanket wrapped around his shoulders and his teeth chattering. A touch of his skin confirmed that he felt like a corpse all over. Without another word, Fabrizio opened the wardrobe and took out his fisherman’s jacket, ordering Ermal’s arms into it and doing up the buttons when his frozen fingers couldn’t manage the task. Ermal was gently compelled into bed and covered in every additional blanket Fabrizio had to hand, three in all alongside the 14 tog winter duvet that was already on the bed. He also grabbed two hot water bottles, filled them from the kettle, and tucked them in on either side of his boyfriend.

Finally he sat on the edge of the bed and handed the mug of hot chocolate to Ermal, running a hand through his hair. “How are you feeling?” he asked.

“This is a lot less sexy than I was expecting when you told me to strip” Ermal mumbled.

Fabrizio chuckled and flicked his hair. “I should have brought you home when I saw you didn’t have a coat. What was that thin jumper going to protect you from?”

“Being cold is part of the Christmas experience” Ermal protested.

“Not in my house,” Fabrizio replied. He kissed his boyfriend’s slightly less chilly forehead. “Drink that and lie down.”

“Bizio, I’m not sick,” Ermal sighed, although even as he spoke he was snuggling down into the cocoon of warmth. “But thank you for being so nice to me anyway.”

Fabrizio smiled and stroked his hair, letting his hand linger on Ermal’s face. His skin was warming up, he noted with pleasure. Ermal turned his cheek into the hand and then away so Fabrizio could stand up. He moved to the other side of the bed and climbed on top of the covers, lifting his own cup of chocolate to his lips. Ermal did the same, smiling with approval, and then spoke again in a voice heavy with contentment and sleepiness.

"We should bring the kids skating some time.”

Fabrizio scoffed and grinned at him. “We’ll see about that.”

#metamoro #prompt request #:D

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lostincalum · 5 years

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A Million Different Kisses- Shawn Mendes

AN: Heyyy, it me, im back with some Shawn Mendes for you guys :) this is purely fluff btw

Word Count: 1700 (roughly)

TW: None, like stated above, purely fluff

Shoutout? yes, obvs to @burncrashbromance for being the absolute G and proofreading for me

Your first kiss with Shawn comes unexpectedly. Not because you don’t want it, but it all happens so fast that you almost forget to react. You are at one of his hockey games, a really important one. It has all of the college scouts and important people. And as you watch Shawn step into the role of captain, you get more and more hypnotised by the way he skates across the ice rink, leading an offensive or pushing for the rest of the team to go back to defensive. But most of all, you can see him watching you every time he scores.

As his best friend, you have been to almost all of his games, and this one looks so good on him, better than all the others. And still you don’t realise how your proud smile affects him. How your jumping up when he either assists or scores makes him all warm inside. When the tense game full of body checks and bruises ends, and he and his team come out as the victors, all he can think of is you.

Per usual you head for the exit, with Aliyah in tow still talking about how epic the game was as you walk towards the wardrobes.

“Wanna wait here with me?”

It’s a statement, but it comes out as more of a question, and you’re even more surprised when she shakes her head.

“Nahh, I’ll wait in the car, if that’s alright by you?” She says with a glint in her eyes.

“Sure, just don’t put the keys in the ignition, it drains the battery.” You tell her as you hand her the keys to your hopeless, old car.

Shortly after she has walked away, your phone vibrates with a new message from Shawn.

-Come out to the rink?

You find your way to the main entrance, only to see Shawn stuck in conversation with what looks like an important suited up man.

Silently you stand by and watch as the last of the stragglers file out of the arena, and it’s only Shawn, his coach and you left, with the important looking man. When you see them shake hands for the last time, you slowly walk over to him.

“Good game Mendes!”

At once he turns around and sees you, and you see that he has changed out of his match clothes, except for the jersey. He quickly runs up to you, take you in his arms and spins you around, enticing giggles from you. It has to be his favourite sound in the world. When he finally sets you down, he keeps his arms around your waist. And for a second there is something that looks like hesitation in his eyes, before his hands wander up to your face. You are about to ask him if there is anything wrong as his eyes flicker between yours. Then he carefully leans down and places a soft kiss on your lips.

And for a second he feels your entire body stiffen, like he feared, and he is about to pull away, but then he feels your hands cover his. You stand up on the tip of your toes to reach better. You build up the courage to deepen the kiss, but the vibrating in your back pocket distracts you.

“Mmh, Shawn-” You try to pull away, and he starts to smile against your lips.

“Yeah, just- one more” He says in between soft, short kisses.

Putting your hands on his chest, you push him slightly away to pull up your phone. When you see Aaliyah's contact photo, you quickly swipe answer.

“Yes, we’ll be there in a second”.

“If you say so, lovebirds”.

She answers back and hangs up.

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On a hot summer day, you and Shawn, after a month into the relationship, are finally going out on your first official date. He decided to take you somewhere completely different than the skate rink. So the beach it is. Of course he would choose the beach, he is too much of a boy not to.

So you throw on a nice fitting bikini and head to the beach, in his car this time, since yours finally broke down and currently is in the shop. When you get there, it is already filled with people. However, he manages to convince you to go just a little further, behind a rock formation, until you find a perfectly secluded part, where you lay down your blankets.

“Wanna go for a swim?” He asks as he pulls off his t- shirt.

“Yeah, sure” You answer as you copy his actions and start to strip of your singlet and shorts.

Before you’re done, he has run into the ocean, plunging himself under as you near the shore. Carefully you walk until you’re waist deep and goosebumps have risen on your skin.

“God it’s cold”.

Shawn smiles at you as he swims closer, with a glint in his eyes. You recognise it as a mischievous look, and slowly start backing up towards the sand again.

“Why are you backing away babe?”

And you can just tell that he is up to no good.

Swiftly he jumps up and brings his arms forwards, making the cold water hit you like a wall. And you freeze in place, letting all the water drip down on you as he laughs his ass off. At least until you gather yourself and take a good look at him, with his mouth open as he laughs and water is dripping down his chiseled frame. It all stops when you send a wall of water for him yourself, making him cough as he gets water in his mouth.

“You’re gonna pay for that, so hard”.

That’s how you spend the next 20 minutes, just splashing each other and trying to shove the other underneath the surface. You stop for a second when you find yourself in his arms, his cheeks coloured pink and smile broad.

“Did you know you’re really cute?”

You tell him as you press a tiny kiss to the tip of his nose, and the tint to his cheeks spreads down his neck. He gives your nose a quick peck.

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Shawn is tired when he comes home from practice. You can tell by the way his shoulders slump and the bag full of hockey gear stays on the hallway floor.

Three months have passed and both of you have just started college. Luckily you got into the same one, even though you would have given long distance a chance.

“You good babe?” You ask as your nose is buried in a book about human anatomy. It’s not that you don’t care, but anatomy is possibly the worst subject.

“Noo, I have another essay to hand in and I haven’t even started it”.

At this you get up and walk into the tiny kitchen to look at him, properly.

“Have you started it?” The inquiry is quiet as you start to reheat the dinner from last night for him, as he takes big gulps of water from a glass.

“No, that’s the worst part, i forgot about it, until before practice”, He almost groans.

The microwave dings, and you retrieve the plate and put it in his hands.

“Well, eat first, then work on your essay, sound like a plan?”

He nods, and starts to practically inhale his dinner. You sit back down at the table and look at him as he is trying to both pull his laptop out of his bag and eat at the same time. Smiling to yourself, you look down at your own schoolwork. After a while of sitting quietly, with only the tapping of keyboard keys making noise, you feel something stroke past your calf. And it would be cheesy to say, but you could feel your shoulders drop, the frown on your forehead cease, all because he gave you a simple touch. A few more hours pass, and you finish your work.

“Hey, I’m gonna head to bed, if you don’t need anything”, You yawn.

“Okay, I’ll just put in my last sources and then I’ll be there”, is the response you get.

Placing a soft kiss on the top of his head, you walk to the bathroom to finish your nightly routine. Leaving the light on in your bedroom, you scroll through tomorrow’s schedule as you fall down on the bed, and crawl under the covers.

You’re almost asleep when the bed dips beside you. A sure sign that Shawn has finally put away his laptop. He bounces you, unintentionally, a few more times, before his arms snake around your waist. You turn around in his embrace until you’re facing him and put an arm over his waist. You fall asleep like that, with his arms around you and lips on your forehead. And if you wake up like that too, it’s nobody’s business besides yours.

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Shawn gets up early in the morning for a jog almost every day. Today is no exception. However he always gets back to you, so he can drive the both of you to campus at 10 am, each tuesday.

When he has showered and you are still eating breakfast, he asks what you’ve got scheduled for the day, when you answer just classes, he smiles.

In the car you play music while he jams along, of course in his new Jeep. You both sold your old cars to get one newer, but it all works out. Arriving is always a bother, at least when Shawn is, well, Shawn. The best freshman hockey player in ages. When he parks the car, you both get out, fetch your backpack from the back seats and head for the right buildings.

Time comes for both of you to split ways and head to your respective classes. You’re two steps away when he calls out for you.

“What?”

“I forgot to kiss you goodbye”, he says with a fake pout.

“Come here then, idiot”, you answer with fond sass.

He places himself in front of you, and much like your first kiss, he places both hands on the sides of your face and pull you towards him. Meeting him in the middle you kiss him back and just when you think he is going to deepen the kiss, he pulls away with a wink, and saunters off to class. There are a million different kisses in your relationship, but these are the ones you will always cherish.

#shawn mendes #shawn blurb #shawn fluff #shawn fic #shawn #mendes #shawn drabble #shawn imagine #shawn preference #shawn mendes imagine #shawn mendes blurb

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btsvt-adventures · 5 years

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Ice Skating AU - The Beginning

A/n: So obviously this deviates from the original Yuri On Ice anime, but since most of the story IS based off Yuri On Ice, I’ll keep it as it is :D THIS AU IS INPIRED BY YURI ON ICE. I'm changing it's name to just Ice Skating AU since I decided to expand on the universe and give Jeonghan a different backstory :)

I originally just really wanted to adapt a oneshot I wrote, but it ran away from me. Regardless, I like that this gives Jeonghan in this AU a bit more backstory other than just being an amazing skater haha

Pairing: Jihan (Jisoo x Jeonghan)

Warning(s): None really, just some fluff, wistfulness, wishful thinking and all that

Want more of this AU? Ask me here!

Swish. The puck hits the back of the net, clattering onto the ice, and the team erupt into celebration, clapping Jeonghan on the back while their opponents slump in defeat as the obnoxiously loud sound of the final buzzer goes off.

The redhead Captain grins tiredly, nodding his acknowledgements at the never-ending congratulations and celebrations, but his heart’s not in it. He yearns for a different kind of swish.

It’s not the swish of the net, or the swish of his teammates flying past him in hot pursuit of the little black disc. He’s aches for the almost silent swish of his skates when they slice the air in a camel spin, and the swish of air that rushes by him when he executes a perfect triple axel.

But no one would understand. They’d tease him, laugh at him, mock him even, because that kind skating is for girls.

“Serves them right for trying to challenge the top college hockey team in Korea,” Soonyoung scoffs, and Jeonghan snaps back to reality when he sees his vice-captain being slammed into the barrier.

Ouch.

“Don’t be a sore loser!” Jihoon snarls, standing protectively over Soonyoung. His vice-captain gets up dizzily, being careful to not get his fingers sliced off, shooting an unfocused glare at their opponents.

“That last shot was a goddamn foul!” the opponent’s captain, a Do Kyungsoo, snaps, towering over Jihoon. Jihoon really doesn’t look that intimidating, especially since he dyed his hair cotton candy pink (ironically, Jihoon’s one of the most terrifying hockey players in the team), but the tension is broken before it can escalate.

Jeonghan turns away from the scene, heading off the ice, wishing he had the rink to himself so he can practice in peace, thanking the skating gods that the ice will get smoothed over before his private practice, so he doesn’t have to wobble over the digs and divots him and his hockey mates have left all over the rink.

He hops into the shower, sighing when he feels the aches melt away under the hot water. He inspects his hip idly, frowning when he can see a bruise beginning to form from a tackle earlier in the game.

This sport is so violent, he muses quietly, towelling off quickly and slipping into his clothes so he can grab some food and a nap before coming back to the rink to work on his secret little skill .

Unfortunately, life (read: his team) had other plans.

“Hyung, come on, you can rest after dinner! We’re going for samgyeopsal,” their youngest whines, tugging at Jeonghan’s sleeve.

“I’d love to Channie-ah, but I’m really tired,” Jeonghan murmurs, internally wincing a little at the lie, hating that he’s disappointing Chan.

He would love to join them for dinner, but he also wants to work on his routines without feeling sick and bloated from the mildly disgusting amounts of meat his team ate. He needed to get them perfect. He was going to make the switch this fall, and he knew he needed to be the best if he wanted to avoid being made fun of and lose all of his friends.

“Jeonghan hyung, please, please, please join us?” Seokmin chirps, and he’s bombarded with pleas and whines he can’t bring himself to refuse. “Fine, fine,” he sighs, ruffling Chan’s hair and mentally calculating the hours he has left, grimacing slightly when he realizes he only has a few hours to practice.

Three hours, two bottles of soju, and far too much meat later, Jeonghan drops his skate bag on the empty benches, shooting a fond smile to the old night guard patrolling the rink. He was the only other person who knew Jeonghan figure skated. Heck, the old man was the one who taught him everything he knew, and gifted him with a passion for figure skating.

“Late night tonight?” he asks, settling down to watch Jeonghan warm up on his figure skates.

“The boys wanted dinner after we won the game, so it’s a late night I guess, coach,” he teases, and the night guard laughs, waving away the term.

“Boy, call me coach again and I won’t teach you Yuzuru Hanyu’s Sochi Short Program,” the guard snarks, and Jeonghan pouts, pulling away from the barrier to practice key points in the routine.

“Extend more! Your leg needs to be straighter,” the guard calls out, watching Jeonghan glide across the ice effortlessly.

“Again,” he demands, not letting Jeonghan move on until he’s satisfied.

Jeonghan’s dead tired after his grueling session, but it feels so good to be doing something he truly loves. The music, the movements, the grace and poise, it made him so, so happy.

“You need to tell your team. They need to see how good you are,” the guard sighs, settling down next to Jeonghan’s panting form.

“They’ll make fun of me, kick me out of the team,” Jeonghan protests, shaking his head. “No, not until I can prove I’m good enough. Not until I’ve made it into the amateur finals,” he insists, and the guard glances up, spotting figures huddled in a dark corner of the rink.

“Well then, go polish your routine, sitting on your ass isn’t gonna help,” the guard nags, and Jeonghan snorts so hard he almost chokes, coughing as he gets back up and into the rink.

He shakes off his nerves, head held high as he settles into his starting position.

Extend your lines, finish your movements.

The music starts, and nothing else matters to Jeonghan.

He revels in the swish of his blades and the movement of his body, fluid and sharp in time with the music. Jeonghan feels so free, letting the music flow in his bones and the rush of exhilaration as he pulls off each jump, spin, and trick flawlessly.

He’s so lost in the music, he doesn’t realize his audience has multiplied to more than just his not-coach coach. Jeonghan finishes breathlessly, eyes shut as he takes in the joy and happiness he feels right now.

And then he hears the applause.

His eyes fly open, and he’s greeted by his teammates... cheering?

He’s stunned, hands flopping to his sides as he stares in shock at his entire team hollering and cheering for him. Jeonghan spots the guard standing, smirking knowingly at him, and immediately knows that it’s his doing.

“HYUNG WOOOO THAT WAS SO GOOD!” Seokmin’s voice travels through the rink and Jeonghan laughs nervously, scratching his head shyly.

Oh fuck

Oh holy fuck

They know now

Oh my holy fucking shit.

Soonyoung’s quiet, regarding Jeonghan intently. He steps off the ice, still panting from the exertion, and Soonyoung turns to look at Jeonghan. He’s fully expecting anger of some sort, or disbelief that their beloved captain figure skates, but the words that leave his mouth leave Jeonghan stunned.

“Please show us how you turn so quick. It’ll really give us an edge over the rest.”

What?

“You’re... not angry?” Jeonghan asks in disbelief, and Soonyoung stares at Jeonghan, confused. “I mean... it’s nothing like hockey,” he trails off, and Soonyoung laughs lightly.

“Hyung, I’m a dance major, why on earth would I be upset that you like to dance? You’re really good, you should totally compete,” he winks, and Jeonghan turns scarlet.

He stumbles over his explanation, stuttering that he was afraid that the team would make him choose between hockey and figure skating, and that they would tease him for wanting to figure skate instead of playing ice hockey.

“You were always too pretty for hockey,” Chan interrupts Jeonghan’s panicked rambling, and the rest of his team nod in agreement.

“If you really want to choose figure skating we’ll all definitely support you! We’ll just also be sad because you’re really good at ice hockey,” Wonwoo offers, and Jeonghan nods thankfully, feeling a wave of relief overcome him, and suddenly he’s exhausted.

The old guard sees the exhaustion on Jeonghan’s face, and shoos the ice hockey team away, patting Jeonghan on the shoulder comfortingly. “You don’t have to make a decision now. It’s getting pretty late, so get some rest, and tomorrow we’ll work on drills,” he reassures, and Jeonghan shoots him a grateful look.

Jeonghan knows he’s going to quit ice hockey, but he doesn’t want to let his team down mid-season. It means he’ll miss this year’s qualifiers, but it also just means he has more time to practice and perfect his skills, and wow the world when he finally makes his debut.

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to fall in love | kim taehyung

➢ summary: to genuinely fall for someone is a beautiful thing

➢ request: could you to a scenario about taehyung dating a black girl? Like maybe just a cute date and how it would be in real life? Like k army reactions. And the love and hate and everything and how he feel in love

➢ genre: boyfriend!taetae, poc reader(ofc),fluffy fluff fluff w/ just a lil angst and I guess suggestive in some parts(?),cliche shizz cause why not

➢ a/n: lmao it’s long homie like longer than I was expecting but I hope this was close to what you were asking for and I hope you like it

part one | part two | part three

how you met was pretty cliche to say the least.

taehyung wasn’t having the best morning. he missed all six of his alarms and already half an hour late to a meeting with a designer he was working with. rubbing his sleepy eyes, taehyung told his driver to give him five minutes to get his drink.

rushing into the cafe, his drowsy brown eyes didn’t see you as you trying to rush out, running late yourself. you had midterms in less then twenty minutes but you needed your daily dose of caffeine or you wouldn’t survive the exam.

you didn’t see taehyung until it was too late. turning away from the counter too fast you hit a hard chest, your caramel macchiato going all over his brown trench coat and your white blouse. “oh shit! I’m so sorry!” you curse, not looking up into the eyes of your victim as you notice the huge stain all over his clearly expensive clothing.

you quickly turned back to the counter and snatched up napkins and began trying to dab out the coffee in his coat but you ceased all movement when he spoke.

“it’s-it’s fine” a deep voice responded and you looked up, gulping as you saw his face. with his face mask pulled down, you recognized him as kim taehyung, a member of bts.

“oh no no I’m so sorry!” you hit your forehead,”can I mess up anything else? oh my god,” to your surprise taehyung let out a laugh, confusing you,”it’s okay really. look uh I’m running late but if you meet me here later on tonight, like 6 ish? you can buy me a coffee,”seeing your eyebrow quirk up he quickly added,”for ruining my coat of course.”

smiling a bit you were speechless on what to say next but peeking down at your watch, you realized you were extremely running late. “oh crap.” you groaned and ran out of the coffee shop, leaving taehyung without an answer.

••

in a clean outfit and little more careful this time, taehyung entered the coffee shop again. his brown eyes didn’t have to search around long before they landed on you. you had found a seat towards the back of the shop that still had a good view of the street. he approached slowly, taking in your appearance.

sure, taehyung had seen his share of girls all around the world, kissed plenty of them too but something about you.. maybe it was the way your skin seemed to glow even in the dim artificial light or how collected and classy you looked just sitting there. he was drawn to you he knew that but he couldn’t figure out what it was.

when taehyung sat down in front of you, you glanced at him, your eyes apprehensive at first. pulling down his face mask, you were still confused on why a man like him wanted to meet you like this.

“since we haven’t exactly formally met..I’m taehyung.”

you shook his outreached hand, surprising him with your firm handshake.”y/n...I ordered for you by the way, hope you don’t mind.”

taehyung smirked,”your money, do what you will.” you broke into a smile, shaking your head, “you right, you right.”

the coffee arrived - caramel macchiatos which taehyung had expected - and he watched as you happily thanked the barista and took a long sip. taehyung watched you for a moment before he followed your motions and took a sip of his drink. it was strong yet there was this sweetness at the same time, you smiled when you saw him take longer sips.

“do you like it?”

“maybe..”he murmured drinking a bit more. “but tell me, I’ve been coming to this cafe for years but I have never seen you before.”

you shrugged,”I just moved here a few months ago to study abroad, finish up my studies here and this was my first time coming to this shop.” you smiled again and taehyung couldn’t help but smile back, he liked the way your face lit up when you smiled.

“oh so you’re a college girl? hmm and you’re studying what exactly?”

“you’ve got a lot of questions for me.” you stated and taehyung genuinely looked confused.

“I thought that’s what you ask on a first date? ask questions and get to know the person.”

you began to laugh; a loud and carefree laugh that had taehyung’s stomach dancing with butterflies.”I wouldn’t call this a first date especially since this seems more like a ‘sorry I ruined your coat’ kind of date you know?”

taehyung nodded,”fair enough,” grinning at you, he leaned back in his chair.”fine I’ll take you on a real date.”

••

your first date with taehyung was ice skating. but you weren’t actually that good. he helped you tie up your skates and held your hand to guide you easily onto the ice.

“oh god,”you murmured as you tried to stay steady, holding his hand with a death grip. taehyung’s laughter had broken through the air alarming you,looking over to him you could see he was struggling as well.

“I’m not good at this either! let’s learn together.” you watched as this fool tried to skate off but fell flat on his ass only seconds later. you tried not to laugh but he was already laughing at himself.

other couples were eyeing the both of you oddly as you went around the rink falling all over the place and just laughing your asses off. though it was cold and you were freezing, the cold didn’t matter since your cheeks hurt badly from all the smiling and laughing. you were enjoying yourself and having the time of your life.

you both hadn’t succeeded in learning how to skate perfectly but you both could get around when holding on to each other. afterward, he took you to get hot chocolate and let you have all of his marshmallows when he remembered you saying you loved them in your hot cocoa.

your bodies were in a lot of pain and definitely bruised up but it didn’t stop you both from running around town and having fun together. you had never been to an arcade in Korea yet and taehyung went in thinking he was gonna be teaching you how to play some of the games but you impressed him with how many times you beat him.

once you both were bored of the arcade and taehyung was tired of losing, you went for a late dinner.

“tae, stop trying to feed me,” you complained as he held up yet another spoonful of soup to you. he pouted,”but it’s romantic! stop ruining the vibe!” not being able to resist his cuteness, you let him feed you but only laughed when he got mad that you wouldn’t feed him.

to make up for it, you gave him a kiss on the cheek that had him blushing so hard.

not before long, the night had come to an end. you had your last midterm the next day and lots of studying to do and he had practice. like the gentleman he is, he walked you to your door and before he let you go inside, he gave you the sweetest kiss. for a moment he lingered, his eyes closed as he took in the moment before he smiled shyly at you and let you go inside,finally. but you guys texted the rest of the night. not even going to bed until really late.

many dates followed that before he would spend his days just laying under you talking aimlessly about life and the stars.

he’d spend nights at your apartment helping you study but you’d usually end up learning girl group dances together for fun or fooling around. he was always excited to see the new protective styles you did with your hair and would be your extra reminder for wash day. always pretty sad when he couldn’t be there to help you.

you were always introducing him to new r&b songs because his voice singing them made them ten times better and he came to really love ginuwine and keith sweat, always singing ‘nobody’ in your ear when you made love.

sometimes you’d catch him just staring at you and when you called him out on it, he was always saying stuff like “our kids are going to be so beautiful,I’m calling it.” he adored everything about you and though he had found himself falling hard for you, he was scared to be the first to admit to it.

••

“stop moving butthead,”you teased spreading the rest of the charcoal face mask on his face. taehyung pouted but let you finish,once you did, you kissed his little pout and wasn’t surprised when he smiled. “there, happy now?”

“yes cause now I’ll be just as flawless as you.”he said fixing the bonnet on his head, giggling you stood up from the fuzzy carpet of your bedroom floor to go and wash your hands. he quickly followed you, clinging to your waist as you washed your hands.

you had been together for almost four months now and you hadn’t even told your friends that you were seeing someone. you didn’t mind keeping your relationship a secret for a while. you were in the middle of getting your bachelor’s degree, you had internships while he was also doing back to back tours.

as you dried your hands, taehyung moved to sit on the counter, his puppy dog brown eyes staring at you aimlessly. moving to stand in between his legs, he rested his arms on your shoulders to pull you as close as possible.

“what’s wrong pookie?”

he fake gagged at the nickname making you giggle,”if you ever call me that again, I swear I’ll leave you,”

you snorted,”I’d like to see you try.” taehyung narrowed his eyes at you but leaned down to peck your lips in response.

“anyway...after you go get your hair done tomorrow, I was wondering if you were ready to meet the boys? they want to meet the girl who has stolen my heart.”he nuzzled his nose to yours but you pulled back a bit to fix the smudged aloe on his nose.

“you know it takes hours for my hair to get done right? it’s not like some hour wash and straighten, hun. and meet the boys? sure they aren’t gonna flip when all this chocolate walks through the door?” you said doing a little twirl between his legs. taehyung smirked, leaning down to smack your ass, his smile grew when you squealed and hit his chest.

“okay fine, the day after tomorrow! and they better be chill because this chocolate is all mine. they are lucky I am even considering letting them meet you. but they complained about me hoarding you away.”

you rolled your eyes,”don’t worry babe, nobody is gonna try me, I doubt that anyway..”

he was genuinely confused,”why?”

“because even though you think I’m all attractive or whatever, your members..may not see me the same.”

“because of your race?” when you stayed silent,taehyung’s expression became serious which was quite funny with a green face mask on and one of your bonnets on.

“whatever they think or how they view you won’t change the fact I absolutely adore you and your skin has nothing to do with it,”he paused, a mischievous look in his eye,”it was honestly that ass that copped me.”

gasping, you hit his chest once again and laughter rumbled through his chest,”baby I’m just kidding! now come give me some suga.”you scrunched up your face at him but gave him a kiss anyway.

••

when you went public about your relationship after a year of being together, to say the world went up in uproar was a understatement. you went from the quiet girl in the front row of the lecture hall to kim taehyung’s girlfriend. it wasn’t a title you despised but it definitely didn’t make you feel easy at first.

one day after class, after a very heated dispute with some armies who attended the same school as you, you hurried back to your apartment. you knew taehyung was waiting for you so you headed home as fast as you could,slamming the door behind you to alert him you were home. “taehyung, I can’t do this shit anymore.”

taehyung glanced up from his sketchbook in alarm. his usually smiley and goofy love had a frown on her face and her hands were shaking. “baby what’s wrong?” he stood up from the couch and walked to you but you backed away from him.

“every single day I walk out that door, it’s like vultures. people scream things at me on the street, I get death threats in my mail now, on all my social media accounts. these obsessed fan girls and fan boys remind me constantly why I don’t deserve you and that I will destroy your career!”

your chest was rising rapidly and your fists were bawled at your sides. taehyung sat on the arm rest of the couch and sighed, rubbing his eyes.“so what do you want to do? do you just wanna leave me? you wanna break up?”

you stopped pacing, staring at him wildly.

“leave you?” you said breathlessly and taehyung looked down at his lap, his hand fidgeting. you took a deep breath to calm yourself down before you kneeled in front of him, hands gripping his thighs. he lifted his head just to see you.

“why would I even think of leaving you?” you asked in disbelief and taehyung shrugged,biting his lip. you reached for his hand and brought it to your lips, kissing his knuckles.

“I don’t want to break up with you, I’m too in love with you to even think of that...I just want or wish I could handle this better or know how to deal with this...”

taehyung’s brown eyes squinted at you, a smile tugging at his lips. “you’re in love with me?”

you rolled your eyes.”babe! out of everything I just said, that’s what you got out of it?”

taehyung caressed your cheek before leaning down to capture your lips in the most passionate kiss. when he tried to pull away you just kissed him again, allowing him to pull you up to him. he wrapped his arms around you and fell back onto the couch, pulling you down ontop of him.

“we are straying from the point here.”you reprimanded trying to pull out of his grasp but he kept you secure to his chest. staring into your eyes, he ran his thumb along your plump lips.

“can we just enjoy this moment please?”he murmured, his deep voice soothing you. you brushed your lips against his, your heart fluttering as he hummed against your lips, almost whining from the lack of kisses.

“I won’t ever let anyone hurt you,ok? they can say all the shit they want but they’ll never understand us. it’s just you and I.” you nodded and allowed him to give you a open mouthed kiss, both of you still staring deep into each other’s eyes.

that night, he put on his bonnet that matched yours and helped you study for your an exam you had coming up. “tae, you don’t even have to wear that, and definitely didn’t need to buy us ones that say ‘hubby’ and ‘wifey’.” you complained as you were flipping through notecards.

taehyung gasped dramatically, placing a hand on his heart as he briefly closed his eyes “how dare you? I have to protect my hair from breakage too! my company has put these roots through too much!”

you laughed pushing him away from you,”you’re such a dork.” he hummed crawling over to you just to kiss all over your face, holding you in place so you couldn’t escape.

“but I’m your dork, now if you do good on these finals I might just have to marry you.” your smile fell a bit and he noticed,”did I say something wrong?”

“wow. the pussy so good you’re already thinking about marriage?” taehyung gasped and fell back onto the floor and began rolling around,”don’t expose me like this!”

all in all dating taehyung, falling in love with him would be easy. the support would be nonstop and the affection endless. he’s a whole ass fool and would make you a fool for him. he wouldn’t care what anyone’s gotta say, if he loves you the he loves you,if he’s down for you then he’s down for you. honestly dating taehyung is a whole ass mood

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#bts #kim taehyung #v #poc kpop #kim taehyung scenarios #kim taehyung imagines #bts scenarios #bts imagines #v scenarios #poc bts #poc bts scenarios

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Thankful for You - Captain Canary

Title: Thankful for You Fandom: DC's Legends of Tomorrow Rating: Teen Pairings/Characters: Sara Lance/Leonard Snart Summary: Thanksgiving in New York. Timeline: between S1 & S2 - Snart!Lives Word Count: 1,457 Disclaimer: I claim no ownership over these characters. I am merely borrowing them from Berlanti Productions, DC Entertainment, and Warner Bros. Television. Betas: Thank you to angelskuuipo and shanachie_quill for looking this over for me. Author's Note: I have watched way too many Hallmark Christmas movies lately. Happy Thanksgiving everyone!

It was Thanksgiving Day in New York City 2015 and the Legends had to destroy a jump ship that was being used on one of the Macy's parade floats. The float had a futuristic theme and the builder had found the abandoned ship in the woods of upstate New York.

Rip and Jax managed to sneak into the warehouse holding the float and remove all future tech so that the ship was just a dead shell. Once the mission was complete, Rip gave the team some time to relax in the city.

Mick and Ray wanted to go watch the parade. Both of them were excited for the musical numbers, especially since the <i>Fiddler on the Roof</i> revival would be performing. Mick was planning on catching a matinee the next day before they had to leave. He might even let the professor tag along if he didn't bother him too much while watching the parade; Martin and Jax had decided to join them.

Rip headed back to the ship so that he and Gideon could inventory the tech they'd removed from the float ship.

Hoping to avoid some of the crowd, Sara and Leonard headed to Rockefeller Center.

Leonard leaned against the railing, looking down at the ice skaters below them, pulling his gloves more firmly onto his hands.

"Not enjoying the cold, Cold?" Sara teased, lifting onto her toes to get a better look over the railing beside him.

"I'm just peachy," he drawled, frowning at Sara's carefree enjoyment of the chilly weather.

She grinned back at him over her shoulder quickly before returning her gaze to the skaters below.

Leonard took a moment to look at her while she was otherwise focused. She wore a white down coat with a sky blue knit scarf wrapped around her neck, with a matching beanie and mittens. He couldn't help smirking at the fact that she wore actual mittens rather than gloves.

He would never admit it, but her mittens looked like they were much warmer than his own leather gloves. He flexed his fingers at the thought before balling them into fists and stuffing them into the pockets of his blue parka. He hadn't worn it much lately, the lighter leather jacket being more efficient for most missions, but this was much better suited to the current weather.

Shaking himself out of his thoughts, Leonard asked, "Care to join them?"

"Do you skate?" Sara asked, turning around to lean back against the railing so she could face him.

"Not for a very long time, but I used to," Leonard admitted.

"Really?" Sara asked with a raised eyebrow.

"There was a park a few blocks from my childhood home that made a rink once it was cold enough," he said. "When I was little, before my mom died, she used to take me there. Then I took Lisa when she was old enough. She used to love to ice skate."

Sara had to force herself to keep her jaw from dropping. It wasn't like Leonard to share so much personal information; willingly.

"Laurel was the better ice skater in our family. I was more into rollerblading, but they're not too different," Sara said.

Leonard held out one gloved hand to Sara. "Shall we?"

Sara grinned at him as she took his hand with her mittened one and they turned to head down the stairs and get tickets and skates.

The attraction they'd been fighting for months reared its head as they tentatively stepped out onto the ice, once again hand in hand.

"Lead with the right?" Leonard suggested and at Sara's nod, they took off.

They started slowly, with small, wobbly gliding movements. It didn't take long for Sara's League training to kick in and she soon found her balance and began to practically pull Leonard along.

Leonard couldn't help admiring how beautiful Sara was with her cheeks rosy from exertion and the cold, her hair whirling around her face when she turned around to grin at him. It was at moments like this that he wondered why they were being so careful with each other when he knew this attraction was mutual.

"What's that look for?" Sara asked, turning to face him, skating backwards.

"I like when it's just us," Leonard said, surprising both of them with his honesty.

Sara smiled softly at that, stopping their movement. "I like it, too."

She looked up at Leonard and noticed his ears were turning red. Assuming it was from the cold; she reached out and pulled his hood up to settle over his head.

"What was that for?" he asked with a smirk.

"Your ears looked cold," Sara said. She gave the hood a final tug before lowering her hands.

"I hadn't noticed," Leonard admitted.

As the stared at each other, the moment felt charged.

Leonard moved his foot to keep his balance on the blades and just as he was about to throw caution to the wind, he vaguely caught the words "Look out" being called out. The next thing he knew he was falling forward onto Sara as a teenager careened into him.

"Watch where you're going!" he snarled from his position sprawled on top of Sara.

"Sorry, dude," the young man said, speeding back off towards his friends, laughing all the while.

"Are you okay?" Leonard asked, moving off of Sara.

"My ass is gonna have a bruise the size of a baseball, but otherwise I'm fine," Sara grumbled, getting to her feet. As Leonard struggled to get to his feet, Sara reached out and helped him up.

"I think we've had enough ice skating for one day," Leonard said, holding his hand out for Sara.

"I'm going to have to agree with you there," Sara said, taking his hand.

"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone," Leonard said.

"That I agreed with you or that you got knocked down by a tween?" Sara teased.

"Both," Leonard said.

They exchanged their skates for their boots and decided to see if the cafe next door was open. Luckily it was.

As they settled at a small table, Leonard took a sip of his hot chocolate, enjoying the warmth as he swallowed. He frowned as Sara inhaled her frothy pumpkin spice latte.

"How can you drink that?" he asked, sniffing with disdain.

"It's delicious," Sara said, taking a long sip. "Besides, it's Thanksgiving, the day of pumpkin." She emphasized this point by taking a bite of her pumpkin pie, humming her enjoyment of it.

"Silly me," he drawled, "here I thought it was all about turkey and thanking your oppressors."

"I guess we should be glad that Rip didn't take us back to the first Thanksgiving," Sara said.

Leonard shuddered at the thought. "That would not end well."

Sara nodded her agreement.

They sat in companionable silence as they finished off their drinks, Leonard having pulled out a deck of cards and dealt a hand for gin.

When their mugs were nothing but colorful swirls of liquid, they bundled up again and headed back out into the cold. The Waverider was cloaked in Central Park, so they headed in that direction.

Pressing her luck, after the day they'd had, Sara slipped her arm through Leonard's as they walked. He looked down at her, but said nothing.

"This has been a nice day," Sara said, her steps slowing the closer they got to the ship.

"It always is when it's the two of us," Leonard agreed. Then he tentatively suggested, "We should do it again."

Sara stopped in her tracks. "Leonard Snart, did you just ask me out on a date?"

"And if I did?" he returned, fear of rejection making him defensive.

"I'd say that it's about time," Sara said. "And that I'd love to."

Taking a step closer to Sara, Leonard asked, "Do you know what I'm thankful this year?"

"That we managed to save you from sacrificing yourself at the Oculus?" Sara guessed.

Leonard reached out to brush a strand of hair off of her face, his fingers grazing her jaw. "Well, yes, but I was going to say that I'm thankful I agreed to come on this mission and met you."

"Who would have thought that you'd be the sappy one in this relationship?" Sara asked, leaning into his touch.

"So, this is a relationship?" Leonard asked, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"Well," Sara dragged out. "We're about to be. Just as soon as…"

"As soon as what?" Leonard interrupted.

"As soon as, this." Sara rose up on her toes as she pressed her lips to Leonard's. He immediately pulled her closer, returning the kiss.

When they broke apart, Sara whispered, "I'm thankful for you, too," before reclaiming his lips.

The End

#captain canary fic #captain canary feels #sara lance/leonard snart #legends of tomorrow fic #Fic: Thankful for You

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Prince Charming (Brendan Gallagher)

Anonymous said:

I love your imagine. Oh my god ❤️❤️😂😂 could you make an imagine with anyone from the Habs? And basically they get into a fight that night and they don't come out of it very good and they have to go to the hospital but since it was at their rink you were watching the game and it just becomes all fluffy? (If that makes sense. ❤️❤️❤️)

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Fights are a normal part of the NHL. You, as a hockey fan, like the fights a little more than the average person. Fights give teams that spark that they need to tie the game up. Enforcers are a vital part of the team; they boost the morale when the game just isn’t going that well. You carry a level of respect for the men that are able to go out on the ice and take a few punches for the good of the team.

However, when one of those men just happens to be your boyfriend, you’re a little less enthusiastic.

Brendan throws one hell of a punch, and he knows how to defend himself, but you still can’t help but to cringe whenever the gloves go flying off, or chide him as you hold an ice pack to his newest bruise. You know that you’re being a tad overprotective, but it’s not like anyone enjoys watching their boyfriend get beat up as thousands of people cheer him on.

Tonight’s game has been a scrappy one, that’s easy to see by the penalty minutes racked up and the dirty shoves between teams whenever there’s a stoppage in play. There’s already been a couple of fights, so you’re not all that surprised when Brendan and another player start yelling at each other, smirks plastered across their faces. You say a small prayer to anyone listening that Brendan doesn’t do anything stupid as you watch intently. Suddenly, Brendan’s eyes steel and his jaw clenches as his opponent insults him. Brendan drops his gloves and gestures as his new best friend does the same.

You gasp as Brendan immediately grabs a hold of the other player’s jersey and starts punching him, the crowd jumping to their feet around you and pounding on the glass, urging him off. His opponent suddenly gets a grip on Brendan and starts whaling on him, blood flying onto the ice now. Brendan, from the glimpses you catch, already has a black eye, a couple of cuts on his face and a bloody nose. Suddenly, the other player hits him on the side of his head. Hard. Brendan immediately goes down as you jump up, frantically watching him.

“Get up, get up, get up!” You yell as trainers immediately run across the ice while refs pry the other player, still swinging, off of Brendan. The stadium goes silent as trainers start tending to Brendan. His eyes are closed and his face is bloodied. You can’t tell if he’s passed out or just in pain, but you know that it can’t be good when the trainers bring out the neck brace. Carey Price skates away from the throng of players surrounding your boyfriend and moves towards you.

“Sounds like they’re gonna take him to the hospital!” Carey mouths to you. You can almost feel the blood drain from your face as you nod, shakily gathering your things and immediately racing to the player area. In the time it takes you to get to the parking area, where there’s an ambulance already waiting, the trainers have already gotten Brendan onto a stretcher. You flash your credentials to security and push past them just in time to see Brendan. His face is still bruised and bloodied and his eyes are still closed, all of the medical staff surrounding him talking hurriedly.

“Brendan!” You yell out. Everyone looks towards you before one of the members of PR for the team comes racing up to you.

“(Y/N), I’m gonna give you a ride to the hospital, okay? There’s no room in the ambulance.” You nod, numb, as you watch Brendan get loaded up.

“Is he passed out? Please tell me he’s not passed out.” You say desperately, allowing her- Molly? Mary?- to lead you to her car. Whatever her name is, the nice PR lady thinks for a moment, choosing her words carefully.

“It seems that the hit to the side of his head knocked him out, and as of now the medical staff hasn’t been able to wake him up.” You groan loudly as the car starts, Molly/Mary right behind the flashing ambulance.

You’re a nervous wreck the whole way to the hospital. You can’t stop checking your phone, hoping that he’s woken up and sent you a reassuring text. Molly/Mary tries to make small talk, but you can only make small noises of acknowledgment, sure that if you were to actually try to speak a word, you’d start sobbing. Finally, after the longest car ride of your life, you reach the emergency room. The car barely rolls to a stop before you’re already throwing open the door and clambering out, forgetting to thank the PR lady. Unfortunately, no miracle has happened, and you’re told to wait in an uncomfortable ER chair until more news can be given to you. You fall back into a chair, hopelessly stranded, waiting for any sort of confirmation that your boyfriend is going to be okay.

Brendan’s teammates show up about an hour after you’ve arrived. You’re staring dully at the small TV in the corner, which is playing the Weather Channel, of all things to have on, when you hear the doors whoosh open and the sounds of hockey players trampling into the room fill your ears. You look up and see at least half of the team, all with wet hair and disheveled suits. Alex is the first one to notice you, walking over and, thankfully, blocking your view of the weather.

“Any news?” He asks quietly. You shake your head, looking up at him.

“It’s been an hour, Chucky.” You mutter, not able to keep your eyes off the the ER doors for too long. Alex gently grabs your hand and tugs it away from your mouth. You glance at your hands in shock, seeing that you’ve unintentionally been chewing on your poor fingernails the whole time.

“(Y/N).” He says simply. That’s all it takes for you to break. Tears start welling in your eyes as you throw yourself into Alex’s embrace. He hugs you tightly as you furiously try to stop crying.

“He’s never been hurt like this before! What if he doesn’t wake up? What if he can’t play anymore? What if-”

“Hey, don’t think about that.” Carey lays a hand on your shoulder. “He’s going to be fine, alright? Brendan’s going to be just fine and back to annoying us all tomorrow.” He jokes. You let out a half-hearted laugh, wiping the tears away from your eyes.

“I’ll let him annoy me for the rest of my life if that’s what it takes for him to be okay.” You say seriously. “God, I’m sorry for crying. That’s embarrassing.” You complain. Alex laughs, hugging you again.

“That’s usually the reaction from ladies.” He jokes. All of the boys take turns talking to you, trying to get your mind off of your injured boyfriend. Shea’s in the middle of telling you a story about his kids when you hear the doors open. You immediately turn to look at the doctor.

“Brendan Gallagher?” You breathe a sigh of relief as you stand up, the whole team standing with you. The doctor looks bewildered at the size of Brendan’s party.

“Only family for now, please.” She requests politely. The team urges you on as you feel yourself walking towards the doctor.

“I’m his girlfriend.” You say quietly. She nods and swipes her keycard, unlocking the doors. You follow her down the winding hallways, waiting for her to give the diagnosis. She stops in front of what you assume to be his room, grabbing a chart and quickly reading it.

“He’s awake.” She tells you. You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding as you smile.

“Is he…?” You trail off.

“He’s aware of what happened. He has a pretty bad concussion, but he doesn’t seem to have any amnesia. His nose is fractured, and he’s going to have some pretty nasty bruises, but he’s fine. He’s been asking for you.”

“Can I go in?” You say timidly. The doctor nods.

“I’ll let you two talk for a few minutes.” The doctor walks away as you open the door, bracing yourself.

Brendan turns his head at the sound of the door opening. He grins at the sight of you, but the only thing you can pick up on is his wince from turning his head. Your smile falters at his black and blue face, butterfly bandages holding his cuts closed.

“Hi, baby.” You say quietly, sitting down in a chair next to him. He lays his hand out and you gently take it, not wanting to hurt him any more than he already is.

“Look at all this fuss over a hockey fight.” He says, gesturing to the I.V. poking out of his arm. You frown.

“Brendan, this was not just a hockey fight.” You tell him seriously. “You were out for half an hour. That’s not a normal fight.” Brendan shrugs.

“I didn’t think he packed that much of a punch.” He says.

“What happened? Why did you fight him like that? I saw the way you looked; he did something to piss you off.” Brendan chooses to look away from you, instead gazing out the window.

“He just said some stuff that I didn’t like.” He says finally. You snort and lean back in your chair.

“What? What could he have possibly said? Did he insult your hair?” You say sarcastically, causing him to roll his eyes. He removes his hand from yours to sit up, cringing in pain. You help him up, gently making sure he’s settled.

“He was insulting you.” You’re pretty sure that your heart stops.

“Like how?” You ask lowly, glowering. Brendan nervously chuckles.

“It’s nothing, he was just joking, saying that he had, y’know, seen you last night.” You gasp at the innuendo before Brendan continues. “That I wasn’t man enough for you. But then he called you a slut, and said that he was surprised you weren’t off canoodling with every other guy on the team. That’s when I fought him.” You can’t even laugh at Brendan’s use of the word ‘canoodle,’ you’re so furious.

“That dick!” You spit out. “He’s lucky that I had to come save your ass, or else I would’ve bashed his head against a wall.” You’re absolutely pissed right now. The fact that this man had the audacity to say these things about you to your boyfriend during a game is infuriating to you. Your boyfriend. You look over at the bruised man who suffered a concussion and fractured nose just to protect your honor.

“You got yourself knocked out just for me?” You ask quietly. Brendan nods.

“Of course. I’m not gonna let anyone talk about my girl like that and get away with it, especially not him.” Your eyes well up, but for a different reason.

“That’s the sweetest thing anyone’s ever done for me.” You’re only half-joking; no one’s ever gotten a concussion just because someone called you a slut. Of course, you’ve never been called a slut before, but that’s besides the point.

“I’d do it again, too. Every time.”

“Even though I totally could have kicked his ass myself.” You point out. Brendan chuckles, motioning for you to get on the bed. You do as he says, letting him wrap his arms around you.

“If that’s what makes you feel better, then sure, yes, you totally could kick his ass. In fact, you could kick every single NHL player’s ass.” You fall silent, playing with Brendan’s fingers.

“I love you. Thank you for doing that for me.”

“What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t do that? I’d take a bullet for you, (Y/N).” He leans in to kiss you. You’re gentle with him, not wanting to hurt him, but also wanting to kiss your very own Prince Charming.

“God, I really hope the team doesn-” Brendan’s cut off by the door being thrown open and the sounds of his teammates guffawing at the sight of you and Brendan squished in the tiny hospital bed. You groan.

“Speak of the devils.”

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Find Out For Yourself

A RusCan fic written during FemSlash February 2015 (FrUk and eventual AmeBel as well)

Prompt: Person A goes by an alias, to the annoyance of B. The only way B will learn A’s name is to “find that out for yourself.”

Anya Braginsky has been using an underground social site for years to speak to other members of the LGBTQ community. Her best friend is a user named MapleBabe, who was her first friend online. Two years after their first online meeting, they both agree to go to Hetalia University, and MapleBabe challenges Anya to discover who she really is. While trying to figure out the mystery, Anya meets Madeline Bonnefoy, a fellow member of the school's women hockey team, and develops a close friendship, all while still trying to discover and meet MapleBabe. She might be a bit closer than she thinks.

PS This work features Trans Girl America

[Chapter Masterpost Here]

Chapter One: Mystery

There’s always those ‘shady’ sites on the web. People assume that if you’re on them, you’re a bad kid or a pervert.

There’s one site though, that I love. It’s a chatroom site designed to bring in the closet kids to a safe place. There’s escape buttons on every page, and you can find support from people going through the same problems as you.

So, I guess that’s why I’ve been using this profile to meet people for the last two years.

My actual name is Anya Braginsky, though my online friends call me AnyaBee. I’ve known that I’m a lesbian from the time I realized some women like other women more than men.

I’ve never actually dated a girl. The town I’m living in is far too narrow-minded for that.

Next week though, I leave for college.

My laptop dings, and I pick it up.

MapleBabe is online.

Ah. My best friend.

AnyaBee: Hey, how’s it going tonight?

MapleBabe: Am I allowed to murder my little brother?

AnyaBee: What did he do this time?

MapleBabe: He decided it was cool to draw penises all over my sketchbook cover.

AnyaBee: What is he, twelve?!

MapleBabe: I know. I have to go burn the front cover now and purify my sketchbook. I was so fuckin pissed.

AnyaBee: So, ready for college?

MapleBabe: Yep. I guess we’ll finally see each other at some point, since we’re both going to Hetalia University.

AnyaBee: It would help if you told me your name. You know mine already.

MapleBabe: Well, you’ll just have to find that out for yourself, Anya.

We’ve been talking to each other nearly the whole time I’ve been on this website. Part of the reason why I haven’t actually dated anyone is because I want to meet Maple first. She’s sweet and funny, and rarely swears, unless her brother’s an idiot. However, she’s also a pro at online security. No real name, just that same phrase. You’ll just have to find that out for yourself. Drives me crazy in both bad and good ways.

We talk for a while longer, until the message MapleBabe has escaped appears on my screen. That’s the nice thing about this site. It informs you if they just disconnected or hit the escape button. Makes it easier to figure out if you want to keep messaging someone.

I lean back, sighing. I hope I’ll be able to meet up with Maple eventually.

Hetalia University is a small private school. It’s got a huge expanse of private property to it’s name, and the campus is a gorgeous green in the middle of a big city.

Really, it was the only option I even considered when I was looking at schools. Big city instead of small town, amazing science program, and a huge GSA.

And I got a dorm with one of my best childhood friends, Odeta Laurintinas.

“Oh wow. This room is just for two people?” She stated when we entered. There was a oven and stove, a decent sized fridge and mini-freezer, and two awesome comfy beds, along with a shower-tub.

“Basically a giant badass hotel room without the TV.” I said after examining the room.

She nodded, and we settled in for the night.

I was here at Hetalia on scholarship, for which I had no shame. I was here as a player on their women’s hockey team. They were one of the few schools to offer it.

So the next day I went to meet my coach and some of my teammates.

I was a tall woman, and I almost always ended up playing offensive, which I didn’t mind. Some of the older girls greeted me with smiles.

Coach Baudin grinned. “It’s good to see you again, Anya. You’re one of two new players to join us this year.”

I nodded. “It’s good to be here.”

At that moment, another player came out onto the ice. “Coach Baudin, I’m sorry I’m late.”

The coach turned, as did I. A small blond woman was skating out towards us. “Ah, good to see you Maddie. Girls, this is Madeline Bonnefoy, our other new edition to the team. She’ll be playing defense.”

She smiled. I was a little curious. I was the tallest of the girls, but most of them were either fairly tall or pretty broad. Madeline was a whisp. How’d she even get on the team?

I soon found out.

It was a usual test to put the new kids on opposite teams and see how well they did with the team and against each other.

Almost every time I got to the goal, Maddie was there, trying to steal the puck from me. Needless to say, we were fairly bruised by the end, especially when I slammed into her at one point and we both went down.

AnyaBee is online

AnyaBee: Well, I hurt in places I didn’t even know existed.

MapleBabe: What happened?

AnyaBee: Hockey practice was extremely brutal. I went up against the other new player. Nice girl, kinda small for a defense player, but she was super good.

MapleBabe: We small people have to establish we can kick the tall people’s asses sometimes, or else they forget to respect us.

AnyaBee: I know, but ouch at the same time...

MapleBabe: Well, how goes the search for my true name?

AnyaBee: I’ve literally been here two days, don’t get angry at me yet.

MapleBabe: I’m not angry, just curious.

AnyaBee: I’ve got a class early tomorrow morning, so I’m gonna sign off now.

MapleBabe: Okay. Good night.

AnyaBee: Good night.

I leaned back into my bed, glad for Advil. Odeta was watching Chopped as a study break. She was surrounded by medical textbooks.

“What’s the weirdest item in the current basket?”

“Fruit loops.”

“Mm, remind me to get some of those for breakfast sometime.”

“K.”

MapleBabe: Whatcha have for breakfast this morning?

AnyaBee: Fruit loops in my dorm room.

MapleBabe: Shame. Twas pancake day in the cafeteria. They actually make awesome pancakes. I was expecting something from the microwave.

AnyaBee: Given how much we’re paying them, they’d better not fed us microwave pancakes if we decide to buy food.

MapleBabe: It’s pancake day every Tuesday.

AnyaBee: I’m receiving the hint, my dear. However, trying to find out who you are is not going to be narrowed down much when we are surrounded by other people.

MapleBabe: But not all of them will be eating pancakes.

AnyaBee: Wow, that makes it so much easier…

AnyaBee: Do you know that there were exactly sixty-seven girls eating pancakes this morning in the cafeteria?

MapleBabe: Sixty-eight if we count you.

AnyaBee: Har har har how do you know I didn’t smuggle in some oatmeal?

MapleBabe: That’s easy. I saw you.

AnyaBee: ...

AnyaBee: you’re kinda mean, you know that?

MapleBabe: Well, that’s not very nice.

Maple and I talked nearly every day, though not very long after hockey practice, because I was usually ready to pass out.

In hockey however, I struck up a friendship with Maddie. She was gorgeous, and loved the sport. I learned she’d been raised by two dads. Her papa had gotten married to another man when she was about five.

“And that’s how I got a younger sibling. No actual relation, just by marriage. But that doesn’t mean I don’t love them.”

“I’ve got two sisters. One older, one younger. Their names are Sofia and Natalia.”

“Oi, Bonnefoy, Braginsky, get over here.”

“Yes Coach!” We both shouted and then skated over.

MapleBabe: So, have you come to any conclusions on my identity yet?

AnyaBee: No.

MapleBabe: We’ve been in school two months. I’m at pancake day every day, eating pancakes.

AnyaBee: Yeah, I’ve narrowed that list down to about fourteen girls you could be.

MapleBabe: I saw you had eggs this morning.

AnyaBee: I’m not as loyal to pancakes as you must be.

MapleBabe: Only because they are delicious and one can cover them in syrup and also it’s not just flapjacks. There are crepes, potato pancakes, all sorts of flat, delicious food you can make in a pan.

AnyaBee: Like hamburgers.

MapleBabe: Now you just sound like my brother…

Winter break came, and with it, dread.

I didn’t want to go home to see my family. If it was just my sisters, I would be fine, but my parents were not people I wanted to be around.

When I told Maddie about my dread, she nodded. “I just might have a solution.”

“Is that so?”

“Yeah. My papa loves having people over for Christmas. Dad’s not particularly social, but if papa insists, he’ll be fine. So, why don’t you come over to my house for Christmas?”

I paused. “Maddie, what religion are you?”

“Well, it’s weird. Papa is Catholic, dad’s Church of England, and both Alfred and I are protestant.”

“I’m Eastern Orthodox. I don’t actually celebrate Christmas on December 25th. I celebrate Epiphany on January 6th.”

Maddie paused. “Well, then there will just have to be a second celebration for Epiphany at my house.”

MapleBabe: So how’s it going?

AnyaBee: I’m fairly happy. I don’t have to go home for Christmas.

MapleBabe: Really? Where are you going?

AnyaBee: To Maddie’s house. She’s the other freshman hockey player, in case you don’t remember.

MapleBabe: Oh no, my Anya’s going to another girl’s house! How dreadful! I must speak to this Maddie and tell her you’re off-limits!

AnyaBee: Are you trying to write a jealousy sub-plot into my friendship?

MapleBabe: No, I’m being a sarcastic butt.

AnyaBee: I was also being sarcastic.

MapleBabe: Love you.

AnyaBee: Love you too.

Maddie’s house was a strange culture clash in a way.

I met her papa Francis. He was borned and raised in France, and seemed to be a flirtatious man, though Maddie told me despite the demeanor, he was only in love with her dad.

Arthur Kirkland was a stiff-backed, permanently on edge Englishman. He and Francis were always having little arguments, but you could tell there wasn’t any real venom in their voices. It was more like their way of teasing each other.

Maddie’s brother was a sophomore in high school. Alfred Kirkland spent most of his time in his room, ignoring us.

“He’s been acting weird lately. Don’t worry, it’s not you.”

I spent most of my time in Maddie’s room, and there I finally confided to her.

“I’m a lesbian.”

She looked at me, and then nodded. “Okay.”

She was the first person I’d ever actually said the words to, and soon I found myself spilling out everything. How I figured it out, joining the website, meeting MapleBabe, how I knew she was a student at Hetalia, but I still wasn’t sure who. How I thought I loved her, but I was beginning to feel like maybe she was just toying with me.

“I mean, I know she’s just worried about her life being compromised, but I just wish I knew who she was. It would make it hurt less when she tells me how good I’m doing in hockey, or how she knew what I had for breakfast on Pancake Tuesday.”

Maddie nodded. “That sounds pretty rough, Anya. I’m sorry.”

“The worst thing is just not knowing.”

She nodded, and then took my hand. “It’ll be okay. You’ll figure it out eventually.”

MapleBabe: How are you, y dear?

AnyaBee: Good.

MapleBabe: Happy Epiphany.

AnyaBee: Thanks.

AnyaBee: BTW, you left the M off my.

MapleBabe: M

AnyaBee: Wow, such fix.

MapleBabe: Wow, such grammer you has.

MapleBabe: We’re a back at the old Hetalia University.

AnyaBee: Yep.

MapleBabe: Random question, have you ever just said Hetalia over and over again.

AnyaBee: No…

MapleBabe: It’s really fun. Try it.

AnyaBee: No thanks.

MapleBabe: Fine. HETALIA HETALIA HETALIA HETALIA HETALIA HETALIA HETALIA HETALI-

MapleBabe: -A

AnyaBee has disconnected

MapleBabe: Fine, spoilsport.

Christmas had been good. Maddie’s whole family respected my religion, and Francis even offered to drive me to the nearest Eastern Orthodox Church, which I accepted.

After I came back from services, Maddie handed my a little box. “I thought you might like this when I saw it.”

I lifted the lid off the box, and inside, made of colored glass, was a sunflower.

“You had the image taped in your locker of a big Mammoth Russian sunflower, and I thought you might…”

“It’s beautiful. Thank you, Maddie.”

She smiled, and I nearly said something, but then stopped myself.

“Oh, and we made something special for you for dinner.”

I raised an eyebrow, and Maddie guided me into the kitchen-dining room. Francis had just finished setting the table. He turned and smiled. “I looked up some recipes online. I hope that nothing seems like I was stereotyping your heritage.”

Breads, fish, soups, and more. It seemed like an attempt at a nice Russian meal with a French twist.

“Thank you, Francis. I…” I wanted to cry, in a way. “It’s…”

“You don’t have to say anymore, Anya.” He smiled at me. “I’m just glad that you’re having a good time.”

MapleBabe: Do you miss your parents a lot?

AnyaBee: No. I miss my sisters. Sofia moved out, and she’s living with other people, but it’s too close to feel like I can visit. And poor Natalia’s got another two years before she can leave.

MapleBabe: I’m sorry.

AnyaBee: What about you?

MapleBabe: I had a really nice Christmas at home, though my brother decided to hide nearly the whole time. I wasn’t sure if I was glad or mad about it. I mean, I haven’t really got to see him since I left in the fall.

AnyaBee: Well, he’ll come to realize how awesome you are eventually.

MapleBabe: Oh god, you sound like one of my uncles. He never stops saying awesome.

MapleBee: It’s probably the first world he learned. Just like “Awesome blah blah awesome awesome awesome ME!”

AnyaBee: I will try to avoid accidentally impersonating your uncle in the future.

MapleBabe: Ow...

AnyaBee: What happened?

MapleBabe: Roommate threw her DD bra in my face. She just finished her laundry.

AnyaBee: At least it’s clean…?

MapleBabe: WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS!

MapleBabe: And we'll keep on fighting 'til the end. We are the champions. We are the champions. No time for losers...

AnyaBee: Are you going to keep typing Queen lyrics?

MapleBabe: Shut up.

MapleBabe: And yes.

MapleBabe: 'Cause we are the champions...

MapleBabe: OF THE WORLD!!!

AnyaBee: I see you have heard the hockey results.

MapleBabe: My dear, I was there cheering you on.

AnyaBee: I’m glad you were able to come today.

MapleBabe: Yep. Though to be honest, I kinda think we need to change the spelling of hockey.

AnyaBee: ...Why?...

MapleBabe: Just think about it. Hock-i

MapleBee: Except without the dash.

MapleBabe: It’s Tuesday, oh glorious pancake TuEsday!

AnyaBee: I’ve narrowed it down to eight.

MapleBabe: It’s February 7th. You’ve got a few more days until the day of love. Which coincidentally, is the next Pancake day.

AnyaBee: Whee, thanks for reminding me.

MapleBabe: Yee of so little faith. I’ve been giving you clues since January.

AnyaBee: What are you talking about?

MapleBabe: I knew that by keeping this game going so long, you were gonna need some help. Go back to our chats since New Year’s, and use your code-breaking skills to find my hints.

AnyaBee: Alright. I’ll play along for now.

I groaned, and Odeta looked over. “You okay?”

“Supposedly I’ve been missing the coded message this girl has been sending me.”

Odeta paused. “Remember when we used to pass coded notes back and forth?”

“Yeah.”

“She’ll have probably used something that hid in plain sight. Otherwise it would have been too obvious.”

“Very helpful.”

Odeta shrugged, and returned to her textbook.

Two days later, I sat in the library, thinking.

Maddie came up. “Hey, you okay?”

“Yeah, just that Maple told me she’s been sending me coded messages since January.”

“A code? That’s kinda cool. Alfred and I used to send each other coded messages.”

“What type of code did you use?”

“Oh, I’d purposely misspell a word, and the missing letter or capitalized one was one of the letters in the word. Then I put them in order to spell the word.”

I paused. “That’s a weird code.”

“But it worked. Papa and dad never figured it out.”

Maddie’s phone suddenly started ringing. “Oh, I’ve got to take this. I’ll see you later.”

“Yeah, same.”

I waited until Maddie had left, and then I tried her code. Maple was almost always a proud member of the grammar and spelling police. Misspells or weird spellings would be obvious.

MapleBabe: So, any luck today?

AnyaBee: Maie.

MapleBabe: No.

AnyaBee: The M left off of my, the hetali-A, the suggestion to spell hockey hock-i, and TuEsday.

MapleBabe: So close. You are so close!

AnyaBee: But not right?

MapleBabe: No, not right.

I might have just slammed my head into a brick wall. I paused before typing again.

AnyaBee: Where are the missing letters?

MapleBabe: MA-IE

AnyaBee has disconnected.

I found the date window in which I was looking at, and re-read every entry.

No misspells or strange grammar.

“Where are you, Maple?”

I scrolled through it again when I found the comment about her uncle. I stopped to laugh, until I realized that she’d capitalized ME

MAMEIE wasn’t a name though, unless Maple’s parents had an unusually cruel sense of humor.

I started to scroll down again, and then stopped.

MapleBabe: Roommate threw her DD bra in my face. She just finished her laundry.

DD…

I wrote it down, wondering, doubting.

But the name in front of me was one I knew.

MADDIE

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