#I really wanna take a swim in lovely clear water

[moonstruckme]

Your work has been a great source of joy and relief to me (at last after a day of shitty circumstance i get to thrive in my free time with your witing) and i just want to thank you for that...💗💗💗

But i do also wanna request a jealous reader to james or remus, I'm genuinely curious as to how they'll handle that and what will they do to satiate reader

Thank you, sweetheart! Love you <3

James Potter x fem!reader ♡ 2.1k words

James looks especially sightly today, his brown skin gleaming in the sun and hair stuck slick to his forehead. He’s shirtless, which is always a treat, muscled abdomen sometimes distorted beneath the pool water and sometimes slipping above, inadvertently teasing, and his shoulders look especially strapping with Lily’s pale thighs seated atop them. 

You really like Lily. You’re quite disappointed in yourself, actually, for the hot flash of malice that goes through you when she burrows her manicured fingers in your boyfriend’s hair, laughing about losing her balance. James moves his grip from her knees up to her thighs, promising he’s got her. Something foul and warmish curdles in your gut. 

On the other side of the pool, Sirius and Remus advance like a totem pole with two wildly different faces, one menacing and the other reluctant. They’d asked if you wanted to play chicken, but getting pushed and shoved by Sirius isn’t your idea of a good time. You figured you’d be more content here, sitting on the edge of the pool with your feet kicking idly in the cool water, but now you can see how it does sort of look like a couples activity, Sirius atop Remus’ shoulders and Lily on James’. It’s no secret that James had pined after Lily for years. It was back in their school days, before you met him, but it’s been brought up a few times in a teasing way that’s made it clear to you that everyone knew how he felt about her. You wonder if Lily ever thinks about it. If she’s assured, consciously or not, that she could have him back at any time of her choosing. It’s not something you love to dwell upon. 

The pairs are fairly evenly matched. Sirius fights dirty, splashing water up at Lily and trying to unhook one of her knees from around James’ shoulder, but Remus can’t be bothered to participate and looks like he’d be just as happy to be pushed over and call it done. Lily, meanwhile, isn’t as creative a fighter and is only shoving at Sirius’ shoulders, but James provides a strong base. His fingers dig into the soft flesh of her legs, calling up encouragements and occasionally freeing a hand to pinch upwards at Sirius’ side. Sirius shrieks and swears at this, claiming that it’s against the rules. Eventually, Remus gets tired of supporting his boyfriend’s weight and feigns a fall back into the water. Sirius squawks as he goes down, and Lily and James cheer and high-five before he helps her dismount with far more grace. 

You clap and smile like a good girlfriend. James beams as he swims over to you. Sometimes looking at James’ smile at full capacity is a bit like looking at the sun, and you feel like you need some special glasses to gaze directly at it. This is one of those times. 

He takes your calf in his big hand and leans his cool cheek on your warm knee and makes you feel like the most special girl in the world, and you can’t stop thinking that Lily probably knows this exact feeling. 

You make extra sure to be nice to Lily on your way out later that evening, guilty and vexed with yourself for the way you’ve been thinking about her, and James waves a friendly goodbye to the group as you both step outside. 

Instantly, his arm is around your shoulders, pulling you into his warmth. James was prepared for the nighttime chill, pulling a sweatshirt out of his bag as soon as the sun set, whereas you’re in a tank top and shorts that have grown damp from your swimsuit. You lean into him gratefully. 

“Did you have a good time today?” he asks.

“Mhm.” 

“Yeah?” He tilts his head a bit, looking down at your face. “You seemed a bit off.” 

You shrug. You should’ve expected James would notice. “I guess I just wished I’d participated more.” 

He makes a contemplative humming sound. “You don’t mean that you think people didn’t want you to participate, right? They love you, angel, you know that.” 

“No, I…” You want to say I know, but you’re worried you’ll sound conceited. You never usually second-guess yourself like this around James. You sort of hate it. “I just didn’t realize that if I said no to playing chicken, Lily was going to be your partner instead.” 

He’s quiet for a second. Something in your gut twists uneasily. 

“I thought you liked Lily.” 

“I do.” 

“Are you jealous?” 

“No.” 

You answer without thinking, because whatever you might be feeling right now, you are not a jealous person. You won’t be that kind of girlfriend. The breeze picks up, and goosebumps prickle down your arms, making you shiver.

“Are you cold?” James asks. 

You know he’s going to want to give you his sweatshirt, and you really can’t be taking things from him right now. “I’m alright.” 

“You know you’ve got nothing to worry about with Lily,” he tells you, thumb brushing softly over the skin of your bare shoulder. It should be reassuring, but suddenly you’re thinking about how this same hand looked so comfortable wrapped around Lily’s thigh. You step out from under his arm, crossing your arms as casually as you can against the chill. 

“I’m not worried,” you reply. 

James looks perplexed, and also a little dubious. The thought of him not believing you, even if you are lying, fills you with a burning indignation. 

“I just don’t see why you had to be touching her so much,” you say. “You could’ve looked a bit less eager.” 

He actually laughs at that, but the look on your face stops him quickly. “Sorry, but did you really think I looked eager?” he asks, a little smile still teasing the corners of his lips like you’re a child he has to talk down from a fit. “That’s just part of the game, sweetheart.” 

The way he says it, sweetheart, suddenly feels less affectionate and more like a placation. Condescending. Heat builds behind your eyes, and you realize with horror that you feel like you might actually cry. You’ve never felt so distant from James. Not even when you’d first started dating. 

You pick up your pace, staying ahead to keep him from seeing your face. “You didn’t have to touch her legs so much,” you huff. 

“That’s just how it works!” he laughs, incredulous. 

You roll your eyes, and James lengthens his stride to catch up to you. 

“So let me get this straight,” he says. He sounds more serious than before, which you thought you’d wanted but now you’re not so sure. Your heart trembles. “You wanted me to throw the whole game to just avoid touching my friend’s legs?” 

“She wasn’t always your friend,” you remind him. 

“Yes, she was.”

You don’t know how to respond to that. From a factual standpoint, he’s not wrong, but you know that Lily was more than that in James’ head for quite some time. He can’t boil it down to something so simple. 

The silence stretches out between you, ice-thin and just as cold. Then you shudder again, and James sets a hand on your shoulder. It’s only there for a second before he retracts it, as if unsure what he’s allowed. Your heart throbs. 

“You are cold,” he says, and his tone is doting teetering on the brink of accusatory. He grabs the hem of his sweatshirt. “Here, have—”

“I don’t want your sweatshirt,” you say sharply. 

James pauses. “Why not?” 

“I just don’t.” 

“Sweetheart, you’re cold.” 

“So what?” You cross your arms harder, trying to hide your trembling under the guise of general agitation. “That’s not what we’re talking about.” 

“What are we talking about?” he asks you. “How I let Lily sit on my shoulders as part of a game and now I’ll surely leave you for her?” 

Even as a joke, it stings. “Would you?”

“Of course not!” His hands spread out in front of him, helpless. “What do you want me to do? Should I just never be friends with another girl again?” 

“No, it’s not—it’s not that.” Your eyes burn. You’re frustrated with him for intentionally missing the point, and frustrated with yourself for needing his reassurance in the first place. “I just want to know that you’d pick her over me.” 

“I have!”

“You didn’t pick, James.” Your breathing is starting to sound ragged. The words taste acidic in your mouth. “She picked for you.” 

“Angel, that was ages ago.” James softens his voice, likely hearing the tears in yours. “I don’t see her that way anymore. She was right, we wouldn’t have worked together.” 

“But how can you know that?” Your voice breaks just as a harsh shiver goes through you, and you wrap your arms more tightly around yourself. 

“Alright, that’s enough.” You don’t have to turn around to hear that James has stopped walking behind you, his footsteps halting. Reluctantly, you slow in response but don’t turn around, waiting to see what he’s doing. “Come here.” When you don’t move, his voice hardens into a tone you don’t hear often. “Come here.” 

You turn around, more curious than anything, and James has taken his sweatshirt off. He tugs it over your head before you can say anything. 

“James!” you protest, squirming, but his hold is strong. He manages to wrestle your torso in and get one of your arms into a sleeve before he seems to decide that’s good enough and leaves you be. 

“Quit being so stubborn,” he says, still in that same tone. You stop trying to get the sweatshirt off immediately, hands dropping to your sides. James has never been so stern with you before. You don’t quite know how to react. “You’re freezing, and your hair’s still wet. There’s no sense in suffering through it just because you want to have a row.” 

“I don’t want to,” you tell him, but your words sound petulant even to your own ears. 

“Then listen.” He takes your jaw in hand, setting his eyes on yours. “I do not want to be in a relationship with Lily. I thought I did once, but I don’t anymore.” He waits a second, making sure this sinks in, before his voice softens. “I’m going to be friends with girls. That’s just…that’s the way I’ve always been. But I’m with you because I’m happiest with you, and this isn’t going to work if you don’t trust me.” 

You nod, suddenly flooded with self loathing. A tear skids down your face when you blink. “I’m sorry. It’s not about…I do trust you, I promise. I don’t know what’s wrong with me today.” 

“Honey,” James murmurs. The tear lands on his index finger, and his face pinches like it stings. “Listen, if I saw some guy with his hands all over you, I’d—”

“In a bathing suit,” you add tearfully. 

“With his hands all over you in a bathing suit,” he amends, “I’d probably be upset too. But you’ve got to tell me these things, you know? If you’d brought it up at the time, I could’ve told you I don’t feel that way about Lily and maybe you would’ve had a better afternoon.” 

“I didn’t want to be the jealous girlfriend,” you admit. “I really do like Lily, I didn’t mean to accuse either of you of anything.” 

“I think…I think some amount of jealousy has to be normal,” James says, brows bunched pensively even as his finger strokes at your cheek. “We’re each other’s, you know? It’s just letting it get in your head that’s the problem. If you’re thinking I’d pursue someone else while I’m with you, that doesn’t reflect very well on me.” 

You shake your head, leaning away from James’ hand to wipe your nose. “I don’t really. I know you’d be—you’d at least be nice about it. You’d tell me.” 

Pain etches itself into the indent between your boyfriend’s brows. He takes your face between both hands now, looking into your eyes determinedly. “I love you,” he says, bending to press a firm kiss between your brows. “Understand?” 

You wrap your arms around his middle, pushing past his face to tuck your head under his chin. “I love you too.” Your voice is ardent if a bit wobbly, tears that feel more like a reaction to a past fright than anything else still moving sluggishly down your face. “I’m sorry.” 

“It’s forgiven, sweetheart.” James’ big palm comes to rest between your shaking shoulder blades, scrubbing up and down firmly. “Let’s get home, yeah?”

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[comphy-and-cozy]

love it if we made it - mat barzal

Pairing: Mat Barzal x OC (f)

Summary: Aurora Foster and Mat Barzal are friends. Sometimes with benefits, sometimes with unspoken feelings, but always with a little something extra. When they have the opportunity to close the cross-country gap between them, will they be able to overcome the skinny love and take their relationship to the next level?

Word Count: 9.2K

Author's Note: My first ever Barzal fic written for @thewintersoldierdisaster for @wyattjohnston's Winter Fic Exchange! You are such a talented writer and I really wanted to make this a good one - I hope I managed to get the Garden City details covered correctly. 😉 It was a blast to write for someone new even though I am still reluctantly slowly joining the Barzy train. Enjoy, my dear! Thank you to @smileysvech, @pyotrkochetkov, @jostystyles, and @Demi for all of your help in brainstorming, editing, sending inspirational Barzy pics, and the usual general insanity. Couldn’t do it without y’all. Also, just for the record, Mat has hair in this entire fic. No bald Barzy allowed.

Warnings: Mutual pining, angst, alcohol use (characters get drunk), Mat being a bit of a fuckboy. Smut (18+ ONLY); unprotected sex, general sexual tension/sexual themes. Masterlist

July 2013 - Vancouver, British Columbia

The crackling of the fire melds with the gentle splash of waves on the shoreline, crickets chirping happily amid the cool summer breeze. Smoke billows up, wafting to a deep sky sparkling with stars, not a cloud in sight. 

Aurora Foster watches the flames, absorbing the warmth on her legs. There’s a blue koozie on the armrest of her Adirondack chair, holding a Diet Coke. She allows herself to sink into the warm, worn cotton of her Burnaby Winter Club sweatshirt, sighing contentedly. 

“Anyone want more pizza? I’ve gotta rock a piss.”

Rolling her eyes, Aurora scoffs as the rest of the group murmurs no’s. “Charming, Fabbs.”

The next voice that rings out is clear. “Anyone wanna go for a late night dip?”

“Yeah, I’ll go.” This time of night is Aurora’s favorite time for a swim, when the lake is all but glass and the water feels like a lukewarm bath; not warm, but certainly not cold after spending a day baking under a bright British Columbia sun. 

There are no other takers, so she looks expectantly across the fire. His dark hair is shaggy, unkempt, air-dried after a day in the lake. His brown eyes lock with hers, and he jerks his head toward the dock with a grin. “Race you.”

Mat Barzal. 

A name that holds the burden of promise. He’s going to be drafted in a few years, to the Show—and he’s going to be good. Not I’m just saying that because he’s my friend and I’m supposed to say that—no, he’s going to be good, potentially even great.

Here, though, he’s just Mat. He feels weird about the weight his name is starting to hold, not really knowing what to do with the slight level of fame. He’s made a vow to himself that whatever happens, he won’t let it get to him, won’t let it change the fabric of who he is—this guy, right here, feeling the warm breeze through his hair as sprints down the wooden dock, two smaller feet pattering rapidly behind him.

“You first,” he grins, gesturing toward the ladder.

“What if there’s a big monster waiting right there and it eats me?”

“I’ll jump in and save you,” he says, like there’s no hesitation. He glances down to double check that there is no actual sign of danger. Aurora doesn’t notice, her eyes also on the dark water, illuminated only slightly by the brightness of the moon.

“You promise?”

“I promise.” The way he says it is so sure that it actually comforts her for a split second, enough time for her confidence to reach the appropriate level to jump in with a splash. 

Her body is immersed in cold for the briefest of seconds before she’s enveloped in warmth. The splash next to her tells her that Mat has joined her beneath the water. He rises to the surface a few moments later, letting out a scoff as he shakes out his hair.

“Shit. You like this?” he asks, swimming out toward the trampoline floating a few meters away. 

“It’s nice!” she says, following him. “Refreshing.”

“It’s cold.”

“Aren’t you supposed to be a big macho hockey player?” 

He ignores her with a roll of his eyes, rising back out of the water to climb the ladder to the trampoline. Aurora opts to swim around a while longer, feeling the weight of the water gliding over her skin. It’s nice, heavenly even, how the water makes her weightless.

When she approaches the trampoline, the blast of cool air against her wet skin makes her shiver, goosebumps instantly covering her body. Mat glances at her, sees the way her arms have wrapped around herself in an attempt to warm herself. He extends an arm, his own skin almost dry. “C’mere.”

His arm curls around her frame, warmth of him already heating her skin. He’s not sure if it’s his heart or hers that he can feel beating—maybe it’s both, beating in a steady, sure rhythm next to one another. 

Aurora’s toes nudge his, the gesture comfortable and affectionate; a silent thank you.

June 2018 – Vancouver, British Columbia

By all accounts, it’s a normal Thursday evening in June; Aurora’s housemates are getting ready to go out to the bar—there are plugged-in curling irons, loose cans of hairspray, scattered makeup brushes all over the counter alongside an assortment of cups in varying stages of empty. A half-full fifth of Smirnoff is there too, the cap misplaced somewhere.

On any other occasion, Aurora would be right there with them, blasting Taylor Swift and chattering about if Brad will finally make a move on Carley. Tonight, though, she’s opted out in favor of spending the night on the couch in her favorite sweatpants. Just not feeling a bar tonight, she’d said.

The silence when the door finally closes behind her friends is almost deafening; she hadn’t realized how loud it was in the chaos of the pre-night-out ritual. With a contented sigh, Aurora plops down on the couch and tugs a blanket over her legs, opening Netflix and starting an episode of New Girl. 

She's part way through her second episode and her first glass of wine when she gets the text.

[Mat:] what’s the play tn

Mat. Of course. He’s home for the summer now, back after his first year in Long Island, and recently returned from winning the Calder trophy. Aurora still had a hard time connecting that this Mat, the one that she’s known since they were 12, the one who she grew up hearing make stupid dick jokes with his friends, is the same one that just won Rookie of the Year in the National Hockey League. 

Instead of typing out a message, Aurora snaps a photo of the wine glass in her hand and blanket in her lap with the TV in the background. It doesn’t take long for the response bubble to pop back up, and soon enough the whoosh of an incoming text sounds.

[Mat:] want some company?

Aurora’s heart freezes in her chest. She hasn’t spent any time alone with him since that sorority formal her sophomore year, the one she bribed him to attend with her so she wasn’t the only girl without a date. It was platonic—that didn’t even need to be discussed—and it had been nice to have a familiar figure by her side; it didn’t hurt that he was starting to make a name for himself in the hockey world as a top draft pick headed for the NHL.

What started as a simple, friendly night ended with her leg wrapped around his waist, leaning against the bathroom door of the venue, moaning his name. She didn’t know how they ended up there, but what she did know was that it was passionate, mind-boggling, life-altering sex. 

At least, to her it was. He’d never mentioned it since. 

At first, it lingered on the tip of her tongue every time he was around, waiting to be blurted out when the sinking confusion became too much to bear. But one month, two months, three months passed, with no recognition or acknowledgement that anything happened between them. 

For a while, she began to believe that she’d dreamt it; that her mind conjured the hottest, dizziest, most viscerally real dream possible. But then she’d see his eyes flick to hers during the sex scene in a movie and feel the spark of electricity when his hand would brush hers. Just briefly, but enough for her to confirm that no, she didn’t imagine it all. 

Needless to say, Aurora can’t help the rising suspicion at the seemingly random text. Surely, he couldn’t be thinking about one night years ago when he had the pick of any girl he wanted at his fingertips.

Before she can stop herself, she's typing ‘bring chocolate’ and soon, she hears her front door open. There’s a shuffle, the sound of shoes being shrugged off, before that handsome face is rounding the corner. His eyes land on her in an instant, a predatory gaze simmering behind an unassuming smile. In his hand is a plastic bag from which he fishes out a pack of peanut M&M’s, tossing them at her.

Aurora squeals, eagerly tearing open the packet and immediately tossing three into her mouth. After an expectant eyebrow raise from him, she heaves herself off the couch with a dramatic sigh and runs the short distance to him before launching into his arms. 

“Thank you, Matty,” she says, voice muffled by the black Acme sweatshirt he’s wearing. He’s warm. And big—bigger than he was before he left for New York. “And congratulations.”

He hums a response, following her as she resumes her spot, this time making room for him beside her. “You didn’t want to go out tonight? Celebrate that enormous trophy?” 

Mat shrugs, placing her feet in his lap and securing the blanket over both. “Could take it or leave it. Can’t leave you to be home alone and bored.”

She rolls her eyes and nudges his leg with her foot. “Shut up. You didn’t have to come over.”

“Honestly, I need a break after that media circus,” he confesses. “So much press, so many questions, so many pictures. It’s exhausting.”

Aurora nods understandingly, though she can only imagine being put on public display the way he is day in and day out, the attention only heightened now that he’s won the Calder. She’s seen the pictures, the articles, all of the buzz, feeling a slight tinge of jealousy—not of him, but that she has to share him with the rest of the world now.

Mat settles in, and casual conversation filters in amidst the episode, pausing at moments to hear the dialogue before another one of them is adding commentary or snorting at someone’s Instagram story. It’s so casual, so normal, his place beside her on the couch; like finally finding that one pivotal puzzle piece she’s been looking for for hours. He’s calm, relaxed, and once again she begins to wonder if she’s been creating something out of nothing this entire time. If the flood of nerves in her chest is an overreaction.

“You still seeing that frat guy? Tim, or whatever his name is?” 

The question comes out of nowhere. Aurora can’t help but wonder if she detects a hint of jealousy.

“Was never really seeing him,” she replies, leaving a heavy pause, enough time for him to fill in the blanks. It’s true, but maybe she chose her words intentionally, curious to see if that lilt in his tone really was jealousy. 

He doesn’t react much outside of a nod and an over-engineered nice, but she sees the very slight tick in his jaw. She resists the urge to roll her eyes, instead supplying, “You really gonna give me shit, Mr. Hot-Shot-NHL rookie?”

“Listen,” he grins, “it’s not my fault there’s a million single girls in New York.”

This time, Aurora does roll her eyes, if only to hide the sting she feels deep in her chest. She wouldn’t say she has feelings for Mat Barzal, but—well, it’s complicated. It’s always been there, buried deep beneath the surface, veiled as fond affection for a friend who’s grown by her side since they were 12. 

“But none of them are as pretty as you.”

Aurora has to laugh, can’t help but laugh, rather than feel the discomfort that sinks in when she processes what he said. He’s always like this—these seemingly harmless, flirty comments—but those are the ones that keep his hooks latched into her, keeping her coming back for more, dangling by a single thread of hope.

“Don’t be a dick.”

“M’not. You’re so pretty it hurts.”

She moves to kick him—playfully, mostly—but his hand catches her foot in an instant. Before she has a chance to protest, barely processing the evil grin that hatches on his face, he’s tickling her arch. Aurora shrieks, legs flailing in protest, doing her best to scramble out of his grasp. Mat’s laugh is mirthful as his strong arms easily overpower her, hands moving to her hips to pin her to the couch.

“You’re gonna—” he pauses to wrestle her down, “—hurt yourself.”

“Fuck off,” she shouts playfully, hands shoving wildly at his hands in a weak attempt to stop him from tickling at her sides. “I—I hate you!”

In a flash, Aurora finds her arms pinned above her head, large hands pressed into her wrists. She shrieks again, but the laughter dies in her throat when she realizes he’s paused, hovering over her. Her legs stop their thrashing, breath caught in her throat while her heart thumps in her chest. She isn’t sure how long they sit like that, frozen in time, staring at one another; she wonders if he’s thinking the same thing she is, flashing back to the night spent inside the dimly lit bar bathroom.

And then he’s kissing her, desperate, his open mouth pressed against hers. It consumes her, the feeling of his lips, in a way that makes her wonder how she’s survived the last two years without his touch. The thought of stopping is unthinkable, unfathomable, unbearable. 

Mat’s hand slides down her arm to cup her jaw, thumb brushing against her cheekbone while his tongue finds hers. With her now free hand, Aurora instinctively moves to run her fingers through his hair, soft and smooth. It’s long, long enough that she can wrap the locks around her knuckles, offering a firm hold that has him exhaling lowly against her mouth.

With just the simplest, subtlest move, Aurora’s flipped the switch inside of Mat that transforms him from doting, passionate lover to desperate and unrestrained. His lips pivot to nip at the base of her jaw, offering a subtle bite on his way down to her neck. 

She can hear his heavy breath, feels it hot against her skin. His palm draws warmth up her side, rucking up her t-shirt to expose her bare stomach before his hand dives beneath the hem of the cotton to press flat against her ribcage. It’s shameful how quickly Mat can render her little more than a lolling, whimpering mess, back arched eagerly to chase his touch; she wants to kick herself for giving in so easily.

His hands move in tandem with his mouth, caressing, kneading, aiding her slow descent into madness. When he tugs the cotton over her head, grateful there’s no bra impeding his view, Mat swoops down to her breasts like a starving man getting his first taste of food; with a groan, his tongue swipes over a pebbled nipple. 

Aurora’s afraid to say his name, afraid that if she calls attention to the moment, he’ll snap out of it and stop. 

And she can’t have that. 

Hands roam, chased by hot breath and wet kisses, until she’s all but naked on her living room couch, as if she lives alone and doesn’t have roommates that could come home at any given moment. 

He doesn’t even bother to take her panties off, instead ripping them to the side and wetting his tip with her slick, teasing her folds for just a moment.

Mat pauses at her entrance, breath heavy in his chest. His eyes trail up to hers, and Aurora’s heartbeat ticks, afraid he’s going to change his mind right now, when she needs him more than she’s ever needed anything in her life.

And then his eyes slink over her body with a smirk, admiring her breasts, her curves, the way her legs have wrapped around his hips—when did that happen? Mat’s dick twitches when he realizes he has nowhere to go but inside the dripping wet cunt in front of him, perfect and tempting and waiting to be filled up. He lets the low groan rumble in his chest while his lips return to the spot he sucked into her neck.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so pretty like this,” he murmurs against her skin. “Always think of you like this.”

Mat waits for only a moment, so brief that it flits by almost unnoticed, before he’s pushing in with a low groan. Aurora gasps at the sensation, infinitely better than everything her imagination conjures when her fingers slip between her thighs at night. Nothing replicates the feeling of him buried to the hilt inside her wet heat.

“How long you been thinkin’ ‘bout this, sweetheart?” he rasps once he grows accustomed to the way she squeezes him. “Been thinkin’ ‘bout you for a long time.”

Aurora’s fingers settle into the dip of his shoulders, breasts pressed into his chest. She tries to answer, but all that comes out is a moan. How can he expect her to speak when his hips are punching into her like they’re getting paid for it?

He’s smug at the way he’s rendered her speechless, entranced by the way she feels. Sensing he might not make it long, Mat focuses on his rhythm, finding the one that has her nails scratching down his back so he’ll have a perfect reminder of her wrapped around his dick.

When her moans escalate, he brings a hand between their bodies, watching the way her eyes flutter shut when he rubs at her clit. “Bein’ so good and so pretty for me, ‘Ror. Wanna feel you squeezin’ me while you come.”

She likes when he talks, judging by the way her breath hitches and her cunt tightens, so he keeps talking, muttering pretty, filthy somethings in her ear while he circles her clit. Before long, his whispers are covered by the sound of her crying out his name—she sounds the same as she did two years ago, sweeter this time now that he knows what she feels like when she comes. 

Later, when he slips out into the night, Aurora presses her fingers against the hickey on her neck, memorizing the feeling of his lips against her skin.

July 2019 - Vancouver, British Columbia  

Aurora takes a seat in the chiavari chair beside Gina, offering Dante a wave. A string quartet plays softly, ushering in wedding guests taking their seats before the ceremony. She’s there more out of obligation to the Fabbros, the bride a cousin of theirs that she’d grown up with, too.

Mat sidles in far too close to the start of the ceremony, plopping himself into the seat next to Aurora. He bumps shoulders with her, offering a grin when she mouths “hi” as the precessional begins.

The ceremony is sweet, the food is excellent, and Aurora can’t help but tear up at the best man’s speech during dinner. Afterwards, everyone is on the dance floor, moving and grooving to a Bruno Mars mashup. 

Everyone except two people.

Outside of the tent, Mat and Aurora are sitting on a bench, watching the sunset. Not feeling this song, Mat had murmured to her before jerking his head toward the tent opening, and who was she to say no to accompanying her friend to take in a Vancouver sunset?

“You think you’ll do all this?” The question is abrupt but curious, like his mind had been wandering and he blurted it out as soon as it appeared in his head.

“What? A wedding?”

He nods, gesturing around. “Yeah. You know, the flowers, the fuckin’… doilies, and shit.”

Aurora’s eyebrow raises as she hides a smile. “Do you even know what a doily is?”

“No, but it feels like something that would be here,” he says with a shrug. Dante’s loud laughter echoes from inside, piercing the quiet reprieve from the music. 

A few moments pass, the silence comfortable. “Yeah, I think I’d like to get married someday. Do the whole thing. No doilies, though.”

Mat snorts, nudging her knee with his. “Wonder what the guy's gonna be like.”

Aurora considers for a moment. In the few minutes they’ve been outside, the sun has slipped beneath the horizon, its dim, fading light still splaying out from behind the trees. Dusk looks good on him, she thinks. “He’s gonna get me flowers. And take care of me when I’m drunk. And he’s gonna be really, really good looking.”

Mat hums, impressed. “Damn. Sounds like a catch.”

“Duh. I’m a catch,” she says, to which Mat nods in agreement. “How about you?”

“She’s gonna have a great rack,” he replies, grinning so wide he almost ruins the delivery of the joke before he’s doubling over. Aurora snorts but joins him in laughter with a playful smack to the shoulder.

Inside the tent, the DJ makes some announcement that Aurora only half hears—something about grabbing a loved one. Mat extends a hand, smiles wide, and she ignores the thump of her chest as she slips her fingers against his palm. 

The anticipation pangs in her chest as he leads her to the dance floor. She feels a sliver of apprehension as he turns to face her, placing his hands respectfully on her waist. Instantly, there’s a flash of the night on the couch, of his lips against her skin; if he’s thinking about it, too, he doesn’t show any outward indication.

Any trace of discomfort dissipates once she gives in to his gravitational pull, hands lacing together behind his neck. He’s strong, sturdy, solid—the way he’s always been, ever-present and a constant in her life since she was 12. His eyes are warm, enveloping Aurora in his gaze until she forgets that there’s anyone else around. 

They sway through the remainder of the song, and when notes begin to slow, she finds herself wishing it would last longer. Fortunately, almost like the DJ is privy to her thoughts, the beat picks up, slow song melding into something more upbeat. Mat blinks, the bubble surrounding them popping unceremoniously. He can’t bring himself to let Aurora go, not when she feels so right in his arms.

With a dramatic pull, Mat spins her around, hand supporting her back as he dips her backwards. Aurora squeals, hand clutching onto his as her footing almost loses balance. Laughter bubbles out of her throat as Mat pulls her back upright, his eyes glowing with amusement. Suddenly, he’s looking to do anything to keep hearing that sound.

It takes a truly revolting love song for them to finally leave the dance floor, beelining toward the bar in search of liquid refreshment and a break. The rest of the evening is easy, full of elation and conviviality, the kind of night that makes your cup overflow and runneth over. 

That night, when Aurora slips into bed tipsy at 2AM with a contented sigh, she falls asleep dreaming of brown eyes and a crooked smile.

December 2022 – New York, New York

When Mat saw the text informing him that Aurora had a job interview for a Software Engineering Lead at TekStack in New York, he offered up his spare bedroom before she could even tell him the date. It would be a waste of money to stay at a hotel when he had an apartment he barely used, he said, and she could make a long weekend out of it and he’d show her around Long Island.

The grin on Mat’s face grows the instant he sees her, a gray coat draped over her arm as she wheels her carry-on behind her. He opens his arms and she falls into them, the way she has a hundred times. “Welcome to New York.”

“—it’s been waiting for you!” 

“Set you up for that on purpose,” he says, offering to take her bag. “You hungry?”

“Starving,” she replies. “But I really want to get the airplane off me first. Maybe takeout for tonight?”

Mat smiles. “Say no more. I know exactly the place.”

A few hours later, Aurora is seated at Mat’s counter, a spread of styrofoam across the quartz. Her suit is hanging in a garment bag on the back of the door to the guest bedroom, waiting to be pressed before her interview. It’s so familiar, the fondness, the sense of comfort, the shared laughter over a plate—or several—of food, but it’s no longer Dante’s family’s lakehouse or the Barzal family’s finished basement. This time, it’s Mat’s fancy apartment in Garden City, the rent alone more than what Aurora makes in a month.

But it’s still the same Mat sitting across from her. Same crooked smile, same easy laughter, same silly, unabashed personality. Admittedly, she was anxious wondering about how things would be; they’d hung out plenty over the summer, kept in touch via the group chat, but their one-on-one time had been limited the last few years.

Despite the apprehension, Aurora is surprised at how quickly they shake off the rust, barely needing any recoil time before it feels like old times. Of course, the camaraderie and pleasantries aren’t nearly enough to build up an immunity to his gray Lululemon sweatpants or the peek of his sculpted Adonis belt when he raises his arms in a lazy stretch. She wasn’t sure how she’d feel when she saw him, but she reluctantly accepts the steady beat of her heart in her chest that tells her her crush is, in fact, still holding strong.

They stay up chatting far longer than Mat anticipated, bedtime delayed even further when he offers to help her prepare for her interview, shrugging with a, I’m not tired anyway—anything to spend just a little more time with her. He Googles ‘Top Interview Questions’ and spends over an hour posing them to her, letting her work through how she’d answer each. Admittedly, he had never really had much practice in the way of a job interview outside of the pre-draft conversations he’d had with various NHL GM’s, but he had more than enough experience at preparing for an onslaught of questions—and how to shake off the nerves beforehand. 

“The thing I’ve learned most is to be concise,” he says, thinking back to when he first did NHL-mandated media training. “Don’t be afraid to take a few seconds after the question to think through what you want to say. That helps so you don’t ramble.”

“Don’t ramble. Got it.”

“And listen to some boss bitch music that hypes you up on your way in. It makes a difference. I promise.”

Aurora raises an eyebrow. “I’m gonna need to know what type of ‘boss bitch’ music you’re listening to pre-game, Barzal.”

“Megan Thee Stallion is my top preference,” he says with a grin, “but if you tell anyone that, I’ll deny it and say Drake.”

“Any last expert advice for me?”

“Get a good night’s sleep,” he says, then glances at his phone at the mention of the time. “Which means we’re about two hours behind schedule. Let’s get you to bed.”

Mat offers to carry her bag to the guest bedroom—decorated straight out of a West Elm catalog—and Aurora thanks him before bidding him good night. After changing into her pajamas, she quickly shakes off the urge to pad down the hallway and slip into Mat’s bed with him, reminding herself that that isn’t why she’s here. 

Instead, she settles into the soft sheets, feeling herself slipping right back into the old, familiar flutter in her chest. 

—

Serendipitously, the scheduling worked out perfectly: the interview was Friday at 1PM, and the Islanders hosted the Predators on Friday night at 7PM, which meant Dante would be in New York and around for post-game dinner, drinks, and a little mid-season reunion for the trio of friends. Aurora shook away the feeling that fate was somehow intervening.

Friday morning arrives, and Mat has morning skate, so he wishes her good luck with a tight hug before he shoves a protein bar in his mouth on his way out the door. For good measure, he sends a string of emojis (💪👩🏽‍💼✅💰) once he arrives at the rink, hoping they’ll give her an extra boost of confidence. 

Practice is relatively easy, more of the opportunity to move his body and run through some plays—nothing intense, preserving energy for the actual game. He’s thankful for a pretty painless practice as his mind continually floats to Aurora, wondering how her interview went. Mat isn’t quite sure why he feels so invested in her landing this role until he realizes that if she gets it, she’ll be moving to New York. 

“Barzy, you trying to go out after the game?” Oliver asks across the locker room. Mat’s tugging on a pair of sweatpants, fresh from his post-practice shower.

“He can’t,” Matt pipes in with a lopsided grin. “His girl is here.”

Mat groans, pressing a hand to his face as he points a middle finger in Marty’s direction. Next thing he knows, the chirps and wolf whistles fill the room and he feels Pierre aggressively nudge his shoulder.

“A girl?”

“Yeah, the hot brunette. Total smokeshow,” Casey fills in for him. 

“Woof woof, Barzy!”

“Get it, Matty B!”

“Fuck off,” Mat huffs, a dismissive hand directed at no one in particular. “She’s not my… girl.”

“She stayin’ at your place?” Dobson asks. “Gonna be at the game tonight?”

Mat nods, earning another chorus of whistles. He rolls his eyes as he tosses his gloves and practice jersey in the bin, ignoring the no pre-game sex jokes (“Can’t play 3 periods if you’ve already played one in the sheets”).

“If she’s not your girl, I’m definitely gonna make a move, then.”

“Fuck off, Dobber.”

—

Aurora arrives home from the interview to find a jersey folded on the bed, along with a handwritten note–thought you might want to have something to rep the home team. She sends back a text to Mat to thank him and respond to his inquiry about the interview before setting off to change and make her way to UBS.

The game is disappointing, if you’re an Islanders fan. But while Aurora is sporting the blue and orange jersey, she’s waiting excitedly for a Nashville Predator to meet her in the designated area Mat directed her to. 

When he rounds the corner, hair still wet from his shower, she runs up to him and leaps into his arms. Dante grins as he embraces her in a tight hug. “Feel stupid now for wearing the wrong colors tonight, huh?”

“I have to support my host,” she says with an eye roll. 

The host in question appears as if he’s been summoned, moving to hug his old friend, but not before his eyes drag over the 13 on Aurora’s arm. The three of them together just feels right, the dynamic shifted—but complete.

Once they’ve been seated at a high top in a bar in Rockville Centre, Dante turns to Aurora. “‘Ror, how was the interview?” 

“It went great,” she grins, accepting the fist bump Dante offers her. “I aced the coding exercise.”

“You’re such a badass. I picture you like one of those hackers in the movies.”

Aurora snorts, shaking her head. She thanks the waiter who places her drink in front of her. “It’s not really like that, but thanks.”

Conversation flows easily amongst the trio–only one comment from Dante razzing Mat for the 4-1 loss–and eventually the food arrives, along with another round of drinks. 

“So… you really gonna join us and become a Yank?” Dante probes over his meal. 

“To be honest, I don’t even know if I’d accept it,” she says quietly. Mat watches the way her lip disappears between her teeth as she contemplates; he doesn’t envy the gargantuan decision that lies ahead of her. “It’s a big move to make.”

As dense as he knows he can sometimes be, Mat recognizes this as a pivotal opportunity for him to share his own experience moving across the continent. He doesn’t have much in the way of advice, the distance something he just grew accustomed to in time, but he knows what it’s like; feeling the divide between him and the rest of his life like a bruise that won’t quite heal, the precious few-hour window where phone calls and texts make 5,000 kilometers feel like 10.

In so many words, he tells her so, aided by Dante’s supporting murmurs in a rare serious moment. Aurora absorbs it, if nothing else, comforted by the fact that they understand—kind of. It’s a little different moving cross-continent when you’re going to make millions of dollars, but money certainly doesn’t make the distance less of a burden to carry.

“FaceTime is your best friend,” Dante says, and Mat nods in agreement.

“Oh, is that why I get one FaceTime from you every two months?” she sticks her tongue out at Dante. Mat makes a mental note to FaceTime her more often. If she moves to New York, he won’t have to.

“No, that’s ‘cause you’re not my best friend,” Dante jokes, and Aurora scoffs playfully, eyes rolled in annoyance. 

Sensing the end of the semi-serious moment, Mat stands up. “Gotta rock a piss.”

“Charming, Barz.”

Dante watches Mat’s retreating figure, eyeing the brown locks until they disappear down the hallway toward the restrooms. His gaze moves to Aurora’s, lowering his head conspiratorially. “Is something happening?”

“What are you talking about?”

“You two. You seem… different.”

Aurora’s eyebrows raise. “Different how?”

“Just… different,” Dante shrugs, then takes another swig of his drink. “It’s not like everyone doesn’t know you’ve been in love with each other forever.”

Jaw dropping in shock, Aurora feels her face suddenly get very hot. “That’s not true!”

“Oh, I didn’t realize we were still in denial,” he says, feigning self-defense and fighting a smile. “My bad. I’ll go back to trying to ignore the way you googly eyes each other.”

“I do not make googly eyes at him!”

“Man, ‘Ror, that acceptance is really buried deep down in there, huh?” Dante grins, dodging the french fry she launches in his direction. Then, he’s back to serious—kind of. “I know it’s a big leap to take when you’ve been friends for so long, but you haven’t been subjected to seeing the way you look at each other. I wish you’d just make out already. It’s disgusting.”

Aurora doesn’t have the heart to tell him they’ve already done far more than make out—multiple times—and part of her is relieved that Mat never divulged that information to his best friend despite every opportunity to. This way, it’s their little secret, something for just the two of them to have. 

Mat’s return effectively ends the conversation. They pay their tabs—Aurora ignores Dante’s pointed look when Mat picks hers up without a word—and make their way to the next bar.

Several hours and far too many Palomas later, Mat unlocks the door to his apartment. He struggles slightly under the stumbling weight of Aurora, who’s latched onto him as she drunkenly giggles. He’s not much better off, but the Uber ride sobered him up enough to think to order DoorDash, conveniently arriving a few minutes after they get in the door.

Coaxing her to eat is a bit of a struggle, but he finally manages to get her into a barstool, munching contentedly on chicken tenders.

“C’mon, ‘Ror,” he murmurs once he sees she isn’t going to finish the third tender. He wraps an arm around her waist, helping her out of the seat to stand her up. “Let’s get you to bed, yeah?”

“Carry me!”

Without any additional warning, she’s leaping into his arms. Mat lets out an oof but manages to secure her in his arms as he carries her to the guest bedroom. When he places her on the mattress, her legs don’t untangle from his waist, and Mat feels the near instant pulse in his groin. Aurora’s eyes are closed, but her hips move, subtly, and he allows himself to revel in the feeling of her brushing against him. It doesn’t take long for his dick to become hard as steel, aided massively by the soft, sleepy whimpers that leave Aurora’s throat.

“Matty,” she whispers, hands seeking out the dips in his biceps.

Mat wants nothing more than to throw caution to the wind and devour her like he’s been aching to from the moment he saw a glimpse of her in a towel coming out of the shower this morning. He’s got just enough booze in his system to cloud his judgment, hand trailing up her side and savoring the warmth of her body against his palm. His dick twitches in his pants when he glides a hand over Aurora’s breast, yearning to tug the cups of that stupidly sexy corset down to repeat his fantasy.

But he doesn’t. 

Instead, he summons every single ounce of self-restraint left in his body and tears himself away from her tempting frame. Much to his chagrin, Aurora lets out the most devastating, disappointed mewl and Mat swears he can feel his heart (and dick) shatter at the sound.

“‘Ror,” he whispers. “We can’t.”

“Why not? S’not like we’ve never… done it before,” she slurs, reaching to run her hands across his pecs. He indulges in the feeling for just a brief moment, his resolve fleeting with every second.

“Not like this.”

“Y-you—” she hiccups, then frowns when he gently takes her hands off of him, “—you don’t… want me.”

“No,” Mat says quickly. He’s pretty sure she won’t remember in the morning, but if she does, he wants her to remember this. “I do. But I don’t want it to be like this.”

“Only wore this so you’d take it off,” she murmurs, and Mat groans, the devil on his shoulder whispering very strong reasons why he should give into temptation.

Ultimately, the good guy in him wins the battle, ignoring the throbbing of his dick when he helps Aurora to shimmy off her skintight leather pants. He does his best to avoid staring at the flimsy scrap of fabric between her thighs and pretends not to notice how little it covers. Her body is almost entirely dead weight as he tries to figure out how to remove her corset, eventually tugging it over her head; her breasts fall free, and he chokes on his own spit as he desperately looks around for something to cover her with. 

Dashing to his room, he grabs a t-shirt—only a little bit intentionally selecting an Islanders tee in order to see her wearing his colors again; on his way back, he pours a glass of water and grabs a bottle of Advil from the bathroom. When he returns, Aurora’s breathing is heavy and she’s lying in the same position he left her in, finally asleep. 

Mat places the water on the nightstand, then notices her phone and plugs it into the charger. Gently, he slides the t-shirt over her head and maneuvers her arms through the sleeves, then situates her and tucks her in before pulling the blanket up to her chin. With a kiss on her forehead, Mat quietly steps back to return to his room, ready to palm himself off, the image of her tiny panties and her tits seared into his brain.

Just before he shuts the door, he hears a quiet whisper of his name, a soft Matty in the darkness. He pauses, waiting for her to speak again.

“Stay.”

Something in her voice makes his heart ache. He stands, frozen in place, hesitant to return to her; afraid that he won’t have the willpower to resist her if she makes a move again. Like an unruly stepchild, his dick throbs as he adjusts himself.

“Please?”

Her voice is so sweet, he can’t help himself. His feet move of their own accord, back to the bed before he’s crawling under the covers beside her. Aurora’s arm immediately wraps around his stomach, snuggling into the crook of his shoulder. As he listens to her dozing off, Mat pretends it’s the alcohol that blankets his heart with warmth and not the girl sleeping soundly in his arms.

—

Bright light wakes her first. There’s a few, beautiful seconds of peace before the throbbing begins.

Aurora groans loudly, hand flying to shield her eyes. Timidly, she stretches her legs out slowly, to avoid the wave of searing pain through her skull. She has a memory of Mat’s hands touching her, dragging their way up her body, but she can’t decide if that was real or just a dream. Judging by the empty space next to her in bed, she assumes it was a dream.

She gropes for her phone on the bedside table—thankful that she had the foresight to plug in her phone in her inebriated state—and opens Instagram. Dante’s green Close Friends story bubble is one of the first she sees. The video that lies within makes her groan: it’s Aurora, illuminated by the dim, disco lights of the bar they ended up at in Rockville Centre, making an absolute fool of herself dancing. If you can even call it dancing. It’s more like a series of unhinged, discombobulated movements that barely follow the pulse of the music playing over the speakers.

But Mat Barzal is in the background, watching her like she put the stars in the sky. His eyes are warm, and the smile on his face is soft, relaxed; a look of adoration. Of love.

[Gina:] Are you going to tell me what’s going on with you and Mat? [Gina:] Dude is looking at you like you just birthed his firstborn on Dante’s story  [Gina:] Wait, he didn’t knock you up, did he?

Aurora snorts at the texts from her pseudo-sister. 

[Aurora:] Funny enough, your brother asked me the same thing [Aurora:] And no, he did not knock me up  [Gina:] Still waiting on the answer to my first question

Aurora is halfway through typing a message (“I’ll call you when I get home”) when she hears the front door open and close. A few seconds later, there’s a gentle knock at the door before a messy-haired Mat pokes his head in. “G’morning, sunshine.”

She groans, throwing the blanket over her head in an attempt to shield herself. “Can you stop yelling?”

He laughs, and though it’s lovely, the sound pierces her brain with a fiery stake. “So you don’t want me to tell you there’s bagels in the kitchen?”

Aurora peeks her head out from under the comforter. “Bagels, you say?”

“Bagel sandwiches,” he corrects. “Best on Long Island.”

Contemplating for a moment, Aurora glances at the glass of water on the nightstand, along with the two Advil sitting by it. He must have put them there this morning. She downs then, throws on a sweatshirt, and trudges into the kitchen behind Mat.

Aurora is convinced the bagel sandwiches have magic in them, reinvigorating her brain and hitting just the right spot. The two of them chew in silence for a while, Mat choosing to give her a few minutes to come back to life.

When he senses the medication might have kicked in, he speaks, slowly. He isn’t sure why he’s feeling so nervous. “Are you sure you have to go back today?”

She laughs and nods. “Sadly, I do have to get back to my actual job that I haven’t quit yet.”

“Just saying, you can come and be my roommate–free of charge. You just gotta do the dishes and help with a little laundry.”

Aurora’s eyebrow raises, taking a long sip of the hot mug of coffee he’d placed in front of her ten minutes ago. “So you want a live-in maid?”

“Well, when you say it like that…” Mat trails off with a laugh. “Really though. When are you supposed to hear back?”

“They just said in a couple weeks,” she shrugs. Only a few more weeks before life could change forever.

Something in their goodbye is different; a little bit timid, maybe even hesitant, but neither call it to attention. Mat gives her a squeeze in the departures lane, wishing her a safe flight, and Aurora promises to keep him updated on the job.

He watches her slip between the sliding doors, watching her figure retreat until he can’t see her anymore.

January 2023 — Vancouver, British Columbia 

Aurora huffs, blowing the hair out of her eyes as she concentrates on her phone in her hand. She types, deletes, then re-types her message. 

I got the job. 

Her finger hovers over the button to send, heart pounding. She doesn’t know why she’s nervous, not exactly, but she knows there’s a lot of weight behind those four words, knows that they have the potential to change everything. For her. For him. Everything.

[Mat:] Congratulations! Told you you’d kill it. 😊

The text is followed by a gif of Buddy the Elf, and Aurora almost snorts at the stupidity of it. She takes a breath, almost… disappointed? If nothing else, she was expecting a bit more excitement, more fanfare. 

Aurora presses down on the message and gives it a thumbs up.

Three hours later, she’s on the phone with Gina, gushing over the excitement of her job offer. She hasn’t even accepted it, but she’s still wistfully dreaming of how she might decorate her Manhattan apartment, anticipating the charm—among other things—of being in the greatest city in the world. 

Gina senses Aurora’s hesitation before she even says anything. “But…”

“…but if I go, I’m pretty sure I’m going to get my heart broken.” She can hear Gina contemplating on the other line, probably debating how to deliver her latest blow of hard-hitting advice.

Gina’s next sentence is quiet, but confident. “You just need to talk to him, ‘Ror.”

“I know.”

Aurora’s phone buzzes, but it isn’t until she gets off the phone with Gina a few minutes later that she sees the second text appear on her screen.

[Mat:] so, we gonna do this? [Aurora:] do what?

She watches the text bubbles appear, then disappear. The seconds feel like an eternity before a FaceTime call is popping up, a photo of 17-year-old Mat with upside down sunglasses on. Sliding to answer, she’s greeted by the sight of Mat, arm resting behind his head, silver chain peeking out of the hem of his white t-shirt. His hair is ruffled, and he’s looking at the camera with a knowing smirk.

“You and me,” he says simply. It takes Aurora a few moments to realize he’s responding to her text—and a few more before she realizes what he’s saying.

“You–are you—what?”

“You know, give it the old college try.” He offers a cheeky shrug of his shoulders, a flash of his charming smile.

“Mat, are you asking me out?”

“Were you expecting a grand proposal with roses and champagne?”

She ignores his snigger, too frenzied to acknowledge his sarcastic quip. Instead, she opts to get to the real question she has burning a hole in her chest. “Where is this coming from?” 

“I’ve been waiting for a chance with you since we were 15, ‘Rora. Jus’ never had one ‘til right now.”

Aurora’s jaw drops, words completely absent from her brain. This was everything she’d wanted to hear for the better part of a decade, and here he is, as casual as if he was asking her to pass the salt at the dinner table. 

Mat’s waiting for a response, so she shakes off the surprise and does her best to gather her composure. She isn’t sure what to feel: elated, irritated, and skeptical, and everything in between. “And you never thought to tell me you felt this way?”

He shrugs. “Jus’ did, didn’t I?”

Aurora resists the laugh at the simplicity of his Boy Brain. “Mathew Michael Paul Barzal, if you are fucking with me and this is some shit idea of a joke—”

“Why would I joke about something like that?” he says, then a glint takes over in his eyes. “I would like to be fucking you, though.”

An exasperated sigh leaves her throat, though she begrudgingly notes the way her stomach flips at his statement. “Can you not do—that—for five minutes, please? This is a lot of information to take in.”

Mat hums an apology, not really sorry. He watches the way she puts her phone down, his view now the slowly spinning ceiling fan in her apartment bedroom. He can hear the sigh, the sound of her feet padding slowly on the hardwood floor–pacing.

“I’m serious, Aurora.” He announces it out, loudly, maybe a little more formally than he expected. 

Her forehead peeks over the camera, frizzy, unstyled post-shower waves falling over her face. “Fuck, Mat.”

“You could come live with me in Garden City,” he says. “Take the subway in on the days you go into work. Could set up an office for you in the den.”

“Mat, I’m not fucking moving in with you when I don’t even know what this is,” she says, exasperated, ignoring the thought he’s clearly put into it all. She hears the words he’s saying, but after almost a decade of missed connections, crushed hopes, and mixed messages, she’s hesitant to really take them to heart. It’s a defense mechanism, not willing to trust him even though she’s pretty sure he’s serious. “Do you realize how insane you sound?”

“M’not,” he says, shakes his head for emphasis. “It’s always been you, Ror.”

At that, Aurora has to sit down, the weight of the words smacking her clean in the chest. She can feel the magic, the warmth, the fuzzies enveloping her heart, ready to soar into the clouds at what he’s saying. At the same time, she’s confused, uncertain, maybe a little angry. More frustrated than mad, really, but she knows she deserves an explanation all the same.

“Why haven’t you said anything this entire time? It’s been years, Mat. I’ve loved you since we were fifteen—waiting this whole time to hear you say this, to give me any fucking clue that maybe you felt the same way.”

He looks like a puppy who has been scolded for destroying a roll of toilet paper. Then, “You think I don’t want to be with you?”

“You never gave a sign. You never even acknowledged what happened between us.”

It’s the first sign of any remorse when Mat sighs, his eyes cast down from the camera. “I—I thought it was casual. We’ve lived so far apart I just thought—”

“—thought it wasn’t worth it?”

“No,” he says quickly, looking up to meet her gaze. “I thought you wouldn’t want to do it. The distance.”

“Thought you regretted it,” she admits. Her voice is so quiet Mat barely hears it.

“Regret sleeping with the girl I’ve been in love with since I was in high school? Yeah, okay,” he snorts. “My only regret is that we haven’t been doing it all this time.”

Aurora hums, overwhelmed by his confession—if you can call it that—and the influx of feelings that have inundated her chest. What he’s saying makes sense, in a twisted, boy-math kind of way.

“What does being—” she swallows the word girlfriend like a disgusting cough syrup. “—together look like?”

“Whatever you want it to look like.”

“What do you want it to look like?”

Mat hums. He thinks, envisions what calling Aurora his girl—for real, not just when he’s getting razzed by his teammates–would look like. A picture of waking up with her in his arms, sleepy and smiling. Eating takeout on the couch, her feet in his lap, sporting one of his t-shirts while they catch up on Succession. Seeing her in the stands at UBS, wearing his number on her back. Laughter, comfort, happiness. Home. 

In other words, the entire weekend he spent with her.

“Don’t say something stupid like, ‘unlimited sex’,” she adds, the dreamy smile on his face alerting her to the idea that some of his thoughts may, perhaps, be unsavory.

“Wasn’t gonna,” he replies, “but now that you mention it…”

“I’m going to hang up.”

“I’m just joking, ‘Ror. I mean, don’t get me wrong, that would be top of my list. But you gotta know that you’re way more to me than just great tits and a fat ass.”

“Mat!”

“Okay, okay, sorry,” he says, holding a hand up as if to defend himself from her scathing tone. Aurora’s eyes roll and she scoffs, though Mat swears he sees the corner of her lip turn up just slightly. “I’d… want it to look exactly like this.”

Aurora blinks, not expecting such a simple answer—not that she had any idea of what to expect out of his mouth, ever. The concept that they’re already there, minus the labels, is… overwhelming. A little bit unnerving, because everything that flicks through her mind just feels like more and more evidence that he’s right. Dante, Gina, everyone else saw it—she’d just been blind to it the whole time.

“So,” he says slowly, afraid to pop her thought bubble. “What d’you say?”

“Wish you were here and not on FaceTime,” she mumbles, embarrassed at the vulnerability that slips out.

“I’ll get a flight to Vancouver right now, if it helps.”

Aurora smiles melancholy, and it tastes bittersweet. She knows he’s serious, would be by her side as soon as humanly possible, if she asked. But she also knows his influence will only sway her in one direction, and she needs to make sure she’s making an unbiased decision.

“Ror?”

“I–I need some space, okay?”

“I’ll be here when you’re ready.”

—

The next week is a blur, a mess of emotions and running through the same scenarios in her head over and over again. Aurora sits at the countertop on FaceTime with Gina, dissecting the options for what feels like the thousandth time. 

“I don’t know what he doesn’t understand about space but this sure isn’t it,” she says, glancing at the bouquet of flowers sitting in a pretty—and expensive—glass vase.

“I think it’s sweet,” Gina insists. “Besides, we all know he isn’t the smartest.”

“It feels like he’s pressuring me, Gin,” Aurora says.

Gina rolls her eyes. “So he wants to show you he cares after years of burying his feelings. Sue the guy, why don’t you?”

Dusting a crumb off of the kitchen counter, scrolling through the relocation document TekStack had sent her along with her offer, Aurora sighs. Gina’s right; other than the flowers, he’d cooled it on everything else, and she missed it—the stupid memes, the goofy texts, the random (and gross) Snapchat series of him peeing in different cities. Missed him.

“Can’t wait to visit you. Keep the sex to a minimum while I’m in the guest bedroom, ‘kay?”

“Shut up!”

February 2023 — New York, New York

Mat fidgets, wiping his hands on his sides before glancing at his watch for the 16th time in five minutes. 3:17pm. Any minute now.

When he sees her coming down the catwalk, he doesn’t think twice; his strides quicken, along with the tick of his heart, and his fingers itch in anticipation. When he reaches her, he ignores the look of surprise on her face, hands cupping her jaw and pulling her mouth to his in a kiss that takes her breath away.

“I love you,” he says breathlessly when she pulls away, an expression of pure shock on her face. “Should’ve been telling you that for years. Please, please, please be mine. For real.”

The corners of Aurora’s lips twitch before they curl into a smile, and Mat has to resist the urge to kiss her again before she can even answer.

“Thought you said you weren’t gonna do an elaborate proposal,” she says with a laugh. 

“Would, if that’s what it took,” he mumbles. He knows he’s being a simp, but he’s not missing this chance now that it’s right in front of him, so close he can taste it—literally. Her chapstick lingers on his lips, subtle but enough that he knows it’s all her.

“Lucky for you, Barzy, I think an airport love confession is the perfect amount of elaborate.”

SIMILAR CONTENT

The Mystery of Love* Third Time’s the Charm* Adore You

#mat barzal fic #hockey fic #hockey imagine #nhl imagine #nhl fic #mat barzal fanfiction #mat barzal imagine #mat barzal x oc #hockey fanfiction #nhl fanfiction

[loviingpedri]

my birthday baby - pedri

prompt: birthday special dedicated to me and other birthday babies!

warnings: grammar issues and like 1 subtle dirty joke

your birthday seemed an ordinary day to you. you usually just went on your daily routine. it wasn’t until this year that your boyfriend, pedri, decided to plan a vacation to celebrate you.

you’ve never celebrated the day since you were practically a kid. pedri figured it would a good time to step away from the world and make new memories together. the relationship was still in the new phase, meaning this trip would bring the two of you together.

“y/n! are you all packed up?” pedri yelled down the hall, expecting an answer.

“yeah! i’m coming!” zipping up your suitcase. you honestly had no idea where you were going. your party planner pedri only told you to pack pajamas, bathing suits, and some dresses to handle at least 4 days of vacation.

meeting up with your boyfriend outside, you gave him a quick peck on the lip before getting in the car. all suitcase business had been given to him to handle. only job you had to do was attend and look pretty.

considering it was 7 pm at night, the whole city of barcelona was sparkling. the city lights specifically highlighting your face for pedri to look at.

“won’t you give me a hint on where we’re going?” if you had a penny for every time you begged him to tell you the destination, you would be filthy rich for the rest of your life.

“i already told you, it’s a surprise.” it was the same answer every time. sighing with anxiety and your nerves pumping, you just had to trust him. there were so many places on your bucket list, the guesses could go on for ages.

“how long is this car ride anyway?” you closed your eyes just for a bit aft

little did you know. “not long. look outside.” opening your eyes and trying to clear your vision. your jaw dropped and your back suddenly straightened.

“you’re joking, right?”

in front of your eyes was a luxurious private jet with a carpet customized to your name that was in front of the stairs leading to it. other than your boyfriend, this is probably the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen.

pedri stopped the car and put it on park. “do you like it?”

“are you kidding me. i love it so much. thank you!” hugging him from the passenger seat was hard, but he could feel the excitement coming from you.

people coming to park the car in valet and take your suitcases as your hand was grabbing pedri’s hand tightly. you wanted to run onto the jet immediately, but the visuals of it made you stop in awe.

-

most of your flight was drinking champagne and then falling into a deep sleep after. pedri gently woke you up to see the view. you saw clear waters and the bright sun.

“it’s beautiful, but where are we?”

“welcome to malé, maldives.”

getting off the plane shortly and stretching your legs, the sky was so clear. you didn’t have to worry about baggage claim either since they were going to be at the resort before you even knew it.

you thought your resort would be in the middle of the city, so you can just go out. were you proven wrong quickly. you were soon on a boat riding to your overwater villa. pedri was really spoiling you this trip.

the villa was gorgeous. you had a fear that you were going to get home sick easily because it was a four day trip, but you would rather spend your whole life here without a doubt.

“it’s still early. wanna go for a swim?” pedri never missed an opportunity to do something active. you couldn’t blame him, the pool was definitely special.

changing quickly and jumping into the ice cold water woke you up after your long flight.

“thank you for all of this. it really means a lot.”

“i believe you should be celebrated. it’s even better when you’re celebrating with me.” giving you a wink made you lay your face into his shoulder from his cheesy flirting.

-

it all happened so fast. after swimming, you took a tour around a nearby resort. doing some yoga before it was dinner. putting on your best outfit and pedri having his fancy suite, it all felt like a fever dream.

this man got you a 10 course meal, 11 if you include something else.

“pedri, you don’t understand. i am so grateful you’re doing all of this. but how long did this take you to plan?” stuffing your face with the tiniest portion of caviar they gave you.

“like two weeks. i don’t know, my manager did everything for me. i just had to pay for it.”

that was such a pedri thing to do. he wanted to show you that he appreciated you, but he had troubles trying to show it. it was the thought that counted.

finishing your meal, an unexpected surprise was coming towards your table.

a birthday cake with the words ‘happy birthday’ was sitting in front of you while your boyfriend and complete happy strangers singing to you. memories of your past birthdays were running through your mind and you felt happy as the celebration of your birth was with the only person that mattered to you.

your boyfriend, pedri gonzalez.

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author’s note: happy birthday to all the october 23 babies! happy scorpio season, everyone! thank you for all the support on tumblr. i can’t wait to make new stories for you guys in my newest chapter in my life. 🤍

#football x reader #football fanfic #football imagine #pedri x y/n #pedri gonzalez x you #pedri gonzalez x reader #pedri gonzalez imagine #pedri x you #pedri one shot #pedri x reader #pedri imagine #pedri #pedri gonzalez #pedri fanfic #pedri fluff #birthday

[janovavalen]

im gonna be like the little devil on your shoulder politely asking for grover fics (im the person who requested the hurt/comfort one :D) I WANNA SAY A) THE FICS FANTASTIC LOVED IT SM B) DO YOU ONLY WRITE FOR FEM READER?? ASKIN OUT OF CURIOSITY BECAUSE IM NON BINARY IF NOT TOTALLY FINE OBVI

now askin for another one because im silly like that grover x gn(if you do gn if not then fem obvi) reader angst. i want to feel pain AND TYSM FOR READING THIS AND SOING THIS IF YOU DO ILYSM FOR DOING GROVER /P 🫶🫶(ps sorry for making this rly long i have lots to say)

a/n: omg HIII i was hoping you liked it anon!! i literally was like ‘bro what if they hate this sm imma be mad embarrassed’ bc i was rubbing on coffee and water when i wrote that😭 BUT YES ILL TRY TO WRITE WHAT U ASKED FORR, i’m a little scared bc i never wrote gn reader before and i don’t wanna like fuck it up for anyone but i’ll try<3

✧I WISH YOU SAW YOURSELF HOW I SEE YOU || grover underwood x gn!reader

summary: when grover comes back from his quest with percy and annabeth, he can’t help but notice that y/n has grown closer and closer to luke, causing him a bit of worry for the two of them.

word count: 1237 (this was rushed bc i was trying to get something out to you guys in so sorryyy)

warnings: misunderstanding, HORRID CLUTCHING jealousy, reader not knowing, grover giving the cold shoulder, slight hurt but comfort and hugs in the end<3

grover had just gotten back to one of his quests with annabeth and percy. and he was esthetic to get back to camp.

they meant everything to him. when they first met, they had been very quiet, reserved but polite and never ever put one in their place if needed. they didn’t take up bullying and they wouldn’t stop now.

when grover had met them however, they had been in the lake taking a small swim on the hot day, he had been there to just sit under the sun. which they allowed, the two of them didn’t talk until they had decided since they were both there and in the same camp, the two of them might as well know each other.

and from then on, they had been nonstop talking to each other, hanging out, laughing and chatting at all the meal times and sooner or later, grover felt his crush on them developing faster and faster. they had been eighteen, the prime age for an adult so he didn’t feel weirded out—even though they told him not to feel that way.

when he looked around for them, he found that they were nowhere to be found which concerned him a little. usually y/n is always waiting for him at the front of the cabin but this time, they weren’t ?

a little concerned he began to ask around for y/n, everyone saying they didn’t really know or they saw them just a second ago.

‘where could they be…’ he asked himself while turning around to look over his shoulder.

just as he walked near the bows and arrows and there they were. standing there with a wide warm smile on their face, only..they weren’t alone? once somebody moved away from where this mysterious person was there stood luke castellan. a wide smile on his own face while he shook his head at y/n who must have told a joke.

grover wouldn’t particularly care or mind in this situation but…he felt something was a bit different about the way y/n had been laughing. it was over excessive and a bit different then the way they laughed at him?

when y/n laughed at him—with him, they usually would look away or clear their throat, but with luke? they stayed their eyes locked and or they’d bend down to laugh while covering their mouth.

y/n usually didn’t cover their mouth with him. could this be a sign that he was in the friend zone the whole time.

clutching his hand into a fist next to his side he walked away, unknowingly to him, y/n had called out his name with a smile but it immediately dropped when he didn’t turn their way making y/n extremely confused a the tiniest bit of embarrassed at how they was ignored so openly.

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later that day at dinner time, y/n had happily made their way over to grover and percy who had been speaking but when she sat down he got quiet. started to pick at his horns very subtly but noticing to y/n.

‘uhm…so how did the quest go?’ y/n asked while looking over at percy who shrugged and to grover who didn’t look up.

‘i hope good?’ they said once more to get grover’s attention only for him to not even stop picking at his food. with a sigh of sadness, they grabbed their food and got up to another table with their siblings.

percy looked and was dumbfounded—‘grover? what was that?’

‘nothing?’ grover shook his head while frowning his eyebrows.

‘nothing? dude, you flat out ignored y/n and on top of that hurt their feelings? i thought you were all…on the side of doing nothing but making them happy?’ percy asked once more while setting his blueberries down.

‘okay…well, they seemed to have enough happiness with luke when they were talking…they can find happiness with him better than me apparently.’ he sighed while trying his hardest not to look over at y/n who’s mood had completely died at that table he sat at.

percy scoffed and rolled his eyes—‘are you kidding me? dude y/n is literally in love with you? and for you to think they like luke castellan more than you when they specifically stated they saw him as a brother and nothing more…is insane.’ percy finished shaking his head at grover who had sat up more and groaned.

placing his hands on his face while mentally beating himself up at the fact he treated y/n that way with no hesitation.

‘your kidding me…oh my’ grover mumbled while slowly looking over to y/n who wasn’t there. getting up in a hurry, grover went to ask luke, annabeth and the others sitting at the table with y/n where they went.

‘oh…they went to take a walk in the forest, said their head was hurting…you wouldn’t be the reason right…’ annabeth eyed him dangerously and warningly, making him hurry and shake his head but annabeth could see through him.

‘what did you do’ she groaned. grover sighed and explained leaving luke a bit speechless and annabeth to roll her eyes with a sigh.

‘well stop standing here any longer and go find her you pea brain’ annabeth pointed over to the forest leaving grover to hurry and run to it.

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‘y/n!’ he shouted while cupping his mouth to make it a bit louder. when no answers came through he shouted their name over and over until.

‘what?’ along with a sniffle and a shaky voice. feeling his heart burst and his strings pull, he say y/n sitting with their legs close to their chest and their face pressed on their knees. seeing them this way because of him made him almost cry.

‘y/n…listen i’m so, so sorry. i—i thought you’d move on from me when i was on my quest to luke so i was so upset and so jealous because luke is a great guy and who wouldn’t want to be with him—‘

‘me grover…i don’t. i want you, i made that so very known and i don’t get why you can’t see that—‘

‘i know! i know, im so sorry, okay? i’m sorry’ he whispered while making his way over to y/n who’d shed a tear but wiped it immediately with their hand. when grover placed himself next to y/n, he was quick to hold them in his comfortable arms.

as y/n buried their head into his neck they mumbled—‘i wish you saw yourself how i see you’ they mumbled making him almost cry with a huge smile.

not being able to stop himself he ambushed y/n with hundreds of apology kisses while y/n laughed and fell back into the grass with their arms trying to push him away.

he did pull away, but only to close his eyes and make his way down and over their lips. y/n kissed back immediately with their hands cupping his cheeks.

‘i think i really love you y/n l/n’ he confessed. y/n let out a small giggle and licked her lip.

‘and i think i really love you too grover underwood’ pulling his face in for another kiss which he took.

#percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #percy pjo #percy series #grover underwood #grover underwood x reader

[toastedjeans]

Siren Tower AU!

I wanna keep this more on the silly side, but here's the basic gist of it.

There's a huge tower submerged in the ocean where many sirens and other sea creatures have found a home, and somehow humans have discovered it. They want to study and explore this tower, and the sirens are NOT happy about it, not wanting their home to be potentially destroyed. Pretty reasonable. But now, this random middle aged pizza baker somehow gets roped into this whole mess.

And here's the characters! (I tried to keep their heights accurate but idk if i succeeded)

And down there is some more info about everyone!

HUMANS (and Brick)

Peppino

He still has his pizzeria, but it's located a little closer to town. While business is slightly better than in game, he still has debts. But hey, he has his own apartment!! No more sleeping in the back of the pizzeria or on the floor!!

Peppino will sometimes just come to the shore or the port in the evening or at night to clear his head or be alone with his thoughts. Depressed guy. Will sometimes talk to himself when he thinks he's alone. He isn't necessarily afraid of the ocean, but because he can't swim, once he's in water the fear kicks in and he starts panicking.

He doesn't believe in sirens, mermaids, or other such creatures. Thinks they're just made up to tell scary stories of the sea. Jokes on him, he's about to meet the jolliest shark gnome man he's ever seen.

Brick

A gigantic rat that lives with Peppino, who didn't get a say in this. Just appeared one day, and no matter how many times Peppino tries to get rid of him, Brick always comes back. After a while Pep reluctantly accepts him and sometimes even takes him for a walk.

Brick actually loves to swim, but doesn't stay in the water for too long cause Pep won't join him. Like, he'll just leave if Brick stays too long. Kinda rude if you ask me.

Mr. Stick

Tax and debt collector, and a friend of Peppino. He often comes over for a pizza, then proceeds not to eat much, and rarely pays (he either says he's deducting it from Pep's debts or he lets someone else pay). He's kind of a piece of shit but outside of the whole money business he can be pretty nice.

He strikes me as a gambler tbh, either he's extremely lucky or extremely unlucky. Likes playing poker, and invites Peppino and Hazel to play after work from time to time.

Doesn't believe in sirens, but if he ever saw one he'd try to exploit it for money. He wouldn't kill it or anything though, mainly because he's too weak and he doesn't know how to handle guns.

Noisette / Hazel

She runs a little cafe near Peppino's pizzeria, and is good friends with him, but can sometimes be a little annoying. They hang out after work from time to time. When she notices that Peppino is having a rough day, she'll sometimes bring over a free cup of coffee or a slice of cake for him. Sometimes experiments with... interesting... food combinations, which are strangely popular.

She has loved mermaids and sirens since she was young and is very fond of them. Once she discovers they're real, she becomes even more fascinated and obsessed with them. You better believe she wanted to be a mermaid when she was young.

SIRENS

Gustavo

A little round shark man who is perfect in every way. He's curious and adventurous, and even though sirens and humans are enemies since, uh. A long time. He doesn't believe that humans are inherently evil. He'll help out whenever and however he can, but can get very aggressive when his friends or brethren are threatened. You will regret it if you anger him.

Noise annoys him often but they don't harm each other. He isn't really friends with Noise, but he will defend him if he's threatened or attacked.

One day he saves Peppino from drowning, which makes other sirens sceptical of him, especially those who think humans are evil. He will later try to learn human language to be able to communicate with Peppino better.

Noise

Goblin shark. He can theoretically go on land for a bit, but needs some water nearby. He's a little sceptical about humans, but not outright hostile. He likes annoying pretty much everyone, especially Peppino once they meet (he thinks his reactions are funny).

He throws sea urchins and pufferfish at others like bombs, as he (like most sirens) is immune to their poison / venom. While he's usually an unhinged gremlin, he just about melts when with Hazel. But of course he tries to hide this from others.

Fake Peppino

Created by Pizzahead from DNA of frogs, newts, and Peppino (obviously). He was meant to be a weapon for sirens against humans, and thus is supposed to be hostile. Unfortunately, he turned out to be extremely affectionate, and he loves hugs. Much like Gustavo, when friends are attacked, he can get downright deadly. He can also regenerate body parts like an axolotl, unless his brain has been damaged. Like, you can rip both his arms off and they'll grow back within a day.

He becomes close friends with Gustavo, and is kind of fascinated by Peppino (other humans too, but mostly Peppino). He would play in the water with Brick once they meet, and become friends with Hazel. Can go on land as well, but prefers the water. He communicates with croaks, gurgles and other noises, and can speak very limited human language (very few fractions of words or sentences, it just sounds like gibberish), taught to him by Pizzahead.

Pepperman

Lumpfish (idk either just roll with it). He's kind of indifferent to humans, but he does think he's better than them. I could see him making a brush or something out of seaweed to draw. And then always getting upset that his drawings never stay cause of the water, but he keeps drawing anyway. Blames Noise for destroying his art even if he knows it's the water (Noise thinks it's funny). "Borrows" seaweed from Vigi's farm to make new brushes. But he'll also make statues out of various rocks and other things he finds laying around. Mostly of himself. Some humans think they're built from ancient civilizations, while others think it's some sort of elaborate hoax. Nobody recognizes Pepperman's talent :(

Vigilante

Sea slug. He genuinely believes humans want to kill sirens for nefarious reasons, possibly cause he's a little older i guess. Hands just appear when he needs them.

He has an underwater equivalent of a farm (like, he grows and tends to seaweeds, anemones, corals, etc), that he inherited from his grandpa. He'd love to just tend to the farm all day, but feels obligated to punish anyone who does wrong. Unofficial officer / sheriff of the sea. He still has his cowboy hat because i said so let me be silly on main.

Pizzahead

Ribbon eel. He can give others a little shock as if he had like a hand shocker thing. It mostly just hurts a bit and isn't lethal cause cartoon logic. He does not like humans, but mostly because he grew up with everyone around him telling him they're evil. Actually he's very curious and fascinated by humans, which is why he decided to clone Peppino. Mostly cause he sees him the most on the shore. Somehow. How he actually got his DNA is a mystery.

Later on he decides / attempts to make Fakey into a weapon after witnessing how strong Peppino is. He obsessively learns human language and tries to understand as much about human culture as he can. But he'll twist things around and tell others that he does it to "better understand their weaknesses". Right.

Pizzaface

Stingray. The leader of sirens in the elusive Siren Tower. He HATES humans, especially after some divers discovered the tower and continuously come there to explore. Basically just doesn't want his and his fellow sirens' home discovered or threatened. He's disappointed in Pizzahead because he taught himself human language, even after given an explanation (or excuse).

SPECULATION CORNER

Aka characters i can't quite figure out what to do with yet

Burton

A whale shark bc I can't get enough of sharks apparently. Sharks are cool okay

Alternative: just Mr. Stick's husband who sometimes comes with him to Peppino's

Gerome

A sentient rock and John's older brother, who always took care of him and helped him with the tower. Now just does maintenance and keeps John company.

Alternative: Peppino's janitor, but still made of rock because that's silly

John

A sentient rock that used to carry the tower around through the oceans but somehow got cursed and is now part of the foundation and can't move anymore. Was he a siren before? Or just a pillar? Or maybe a fish made of stone? We don't know.

#pizza tower #pizza tower au #Siren Tower AU #peppino spaghetti #gustavo pizza tower #brick pizza tower #mr. stick #the noise #noisette #fake peppino #pepperman #the vigilante #pizzahead #pizzaface #toasted art #it's finally done #i hate being so slow with drawing but hey #to the three people who liked this idea. hope you enjoy #to everyone else. hello look at this silly fish thing

[suniix]

perfect match | (botw) link x reader

synopsis | you find a rock that perfectly matches link’s eye color

word count | 2.2k

note | saw this trend on tiktok and thought it was adorable :((

UPDATE my amazing moot rain made like an angsty continuation to this AND YOU SHOULD LIKE TOTALLY GO CHECK IT OUT!!

Summer had hit Hyrule, hard.

Of course, the heat was not as bad as it was on Death Mountain, but it was damn near close. Fanning yourself was proving to do nothing, but you liked to think it helped just a little bit.

Link walked not too far ahead of you, seemingly unaffected by the heat. Despite keeping a steady pace you could see sweat beginning to drip down his neck. He was feeling the heat too.

“Link,” you called out, jogging a bit to catch up to him. “Why don’t we take a break for a bit? This heat is killing me.”

He paused, contemplating your words. Sensing his hesitation you leaned into him to look at the sheikah slate in his hands. “Look!” You pointed at the map. “There’s a river nearby! We can rest there for the rest of the day then head out at first light!”

You knew you won him over when he sighed. Giggling, you gently tugged him to follow you. “Come on! The river awaits us!”

Link can’t help but laugh at your excitement, allowing himself to be pulled along by you. The sound of running water is quickly heard as the two of you make your way past the trees, revealing the river.

You quickly dropped your backpack and Link did the same, squatting down to look for ingredients for tonight’s dinner. “Craving anything specific tonight?” He asked.

“Mm, not really. I’m fine with anything you cook! It always comes out amazing.” You replied, clumsily taking off your shoes before running off to the water.

Link is shocked for a moment but plays it off by laughing. He never got used to you complimenting his cooking, no matter how many times you told him. He’d gladly cook you any meal if you wished it.

Nearing the river you noticed the water was crystal clear enough to see a couple of tiny fish swimming by. You could also see various small stones littering the riverbed, painful for your feet but it was a small price to pay to cool off.

Cautiously dipping your toes in the water you nearly scream at the cold feeling. Although it was cold you gladly welcomed it. You take a few steps, slightly wincing at the feeling of sharp rocks digging into your feet. You were about ankle-deep when you heard Link clear his throat from behind you. Turning to look at him you see him standing a few feet away from you, quiver filled with arrows and a bow in hand. “I’m gonna go hunt, we don’t have much and I doubt you wanna eat mushroom skewers again.”

You made a disgusted face. “You’re right, as much as I love your cooking, if I have to eat one more mushroom I think I’ll vomit, no offense!”

Link merely laughs, shoulders shaking slightly as he does so. “None taken, I won’t be long.” He begins to walk away from your temporary camp.

“Stay safe!”

For a moment you think he’s too far to hear you, but to your surprise, he turns around and gives you a small wave. It’s a small gesture, but it’s enough to make you feel butterflies.

Once he’s out of sight you continue to walk into the river, bending down to roll up your pants so they wouldn’t get too wet. You’re about knee-deep when you stop, looking up to admire the scenery around you.

The branches from the trees extend about halfway across the river, if you walk any further you’d be in the sun. Despite the branches being long beams of sunlight manage to peak past the leaves and create patches of sunlight that reflect off the water. You look down, feeling the water rush past your legs. Beneath the surface, something catches your eye. Reaching down into the water you pull out a dark blue rock that shines once it catches the light.

Suddenly, an idea hits you.

To say Link was surprised was an understatement.

He knew you were going to cool off in the river while he was out, but he didn’t expect to come back and see you fully drenched from head to toe while digging around in the river looking for something.

When you notice him you’re quick to stand, greeting him with a giant smile. “Oh, you’re here! Welcome back Link! Did you catch anything good?”

Link dropped his quiver and bow and walked towards you. “What happened?”

“I stepped on a big rock that wasn’t sturdy so I ended up slipping.” You shrug. “You should get in! I promise the water feels amazing!”

Before Link has the chance to respond you’re quick to splash him, a giant grin making its way onto your face when you see his pants had gotten soaked. He smirks before quickly kicking off his boots. “It’s on!”

He quickly ran into the river and chaos ensued. The two of you splashed around for a couple of minutes before you noticed the day was nearing its end. Knowing there was no way the two of you would be able to dry off properly in the dark, you both walked out of the river.

You get a fire started as Link rummages through his backpack for a towel. Once he finds it he walks over to you and crouches, placing the towel over your head and ruffling your hair. You can’t help but laugh at the action. “You don’t need to do that you know, I can do it myself.”

“I want to do it.”

His response is quick, which catches you off guard. You look down, feeling your cheeks and ears begin to heat up. If Link notices (he does) he doesn’t comment on it.

He leans down to catch your eyes, intentionally leaning in closer so you can’t escape his gaze. “You’re shaking, are you cold?”

It’s then that you notice a teasing smirk on his face. You punch his shoulder and he dramatically grabs it. “Ouch!” He pretends to cry out in pain.

“Stop teasing! Aren’t you supposed to be cooking?” You quickly try to change the subject.

“Yes yes, I’m on it. Are you ok with meat skewers?”

“Yeah, that’s fine.” You say and stretch your legs by the fire. You place the towel over your shoulders and wrap it around yourself. Link was right, you are cold.

As Link throws ingredients onto the fire you fish around in your pocket, momentarily panicking when you don’t feel it. When you find it you breathe out a sigh of relief.

“Hey, did you lose something today?” Link asks while placing the cooked food on a plate.

“Mm? No, why do you ask?”

“Earlier in the river, when I came back it looked like you were looking for something.”

“Oh! I was actually looking for something for you!”

Link raises an eyebrow. “Me?”

You nod your head enthusiastically. “Hold out your hand.” He looks at you confused for a second before doing what you asked. You pull out what is in your pocket and place it in his palm.

Link immediately feels the wet and rough texture of the item. When you pull away he sees a blue rock in his palm.

“Tada! I found a rock that’s the same shade as your eyes!”

Link’s eyes widen upon seeing the small stone. “This is what you were looking for while I was gone? The whole time?” He questioned.

You sheepishly rubbed the back of your neck, thinking he was mad at you for wasting your time looking for a rock. “Well, yeah, but if you don’t like it that’s fine I just thought—”

“No!” Link quickly cut off your rambling. He clears his throat and you swear you see a hint of blush on his cheeks. He holds the rock close to his heart and looks at you, eyes overflowing with an adoration you thought only existed in fairytales.

“I love it, thank you. I’ll cherish it forever.” His tone was serious, you knew he wasn’t lying.

You quickly look away in embarrassment and grab the bowl of food he placed down. “You’re welcome..” You mumble, eyes refusing to leave the bowl.

He only chuckles before the two of you eat in a comfortable silence.

You wake up to the sounds of splashing.

Groaning, you slowly sit up while attempting to rub the sleep out of your eyes. “Ugh.. Link?..” You call out, expecting him to respond.

When he doesn’t you look around and see his sleeping bag is empty and the fire has long been put out. “Link?” You call out again, this time a little worried when you don’t immediately spot him.

The sound of a yelp followed by a giant splash is heard and you immediately head to the river, sword in hand. You half expected to see him fighting a bokoblin or some other sort of enemy, but when you spotted him he was nearly fully submerged in the river. The only thing peeking out was his head, and judging by the look on his face he had taken a nasty fall.

You immediately run into the river, not caring if your shoes or pants got wet. “Are you ok?” You ask, holding out a hand for him to take. He nods and accepts your hand, allowing you to pull him up. You couldn’t see before, but now you can see he was completely shirtless. You clear your throat and quickly pretend to inspect him for any injuries. “What happened?”

“I stepped on a rock and.. ended up slipping..” He sighed, keeping a hand on his lower back.

You hold back a giggle, but Link spots your (very obvious) smile and pouts. “It’s not funny..” He grumbles while you walk him out of the river and back to camp. “It’s kind of funny..” You snicker.

He rolls his eyes and playfully pushes you away while you laugh. “What were you even doing in the river? If you craved fish you could’ve woken me up and I would’ve gotten some for us.” You asked while handing him a towel.

Link accepts it and wraps it around his body. “I wanted to get you this.” He says, fishing something from out of his pocket and holding his hand out for you to take it.

Hesitantly, you accept what’s in his hand and gasp when you see a rock. The color was scarily accurate to your eye color, with patterns swirling beautifully all over the rock. You wonder how long it took for him to find it. “Link, you didn’t need to!—”

“I wanted to.” He says while turning away, pretending to look for something in his bag so you wouldn’t see the very obvious blush on his cheeks.

You smile, holding the rock close to your heart. You felt warm inside, almost like holding the rock close to you was causing the feeling, but you knew better. Link always made you feel this way by doing the simplest of things, but for some reason, this gift had a bigger impact.

Walking over to him, you lean on his back and wrap your arms around his neck. “Thank you, Link.”

He turns to look over his shoulder, seeing you smiling against his back. If it meant seeing that look on your face again he’d find you a million rocks just like the one he’d given you. Anything to see you smile like that again. Chuckling he fully turns around with a flint in hand, not even attempting to hide his blush now. “Don’t mention it, now, how about you catch us some of those fish?”

Extra (because I had I cute thought last minute)

“Hey, you still have the rock I gave you?” Link asked, turning to look at you from over his shoulder.

“Of course I do! Why?”

He held out his hand and made a grabby hand motion, wordlessly asking you to hand it over. Confused, you pull out the rock from your pocket and hand it to him. He gently takes it from your hand and turns around so you don’t see what he’s about to do.

You try peaking over his shoulder. “Link, what’re you doing—”

“Don’t look, I’m almost done.”

Still confused, you take a step back and let him do whatever it is he’s doing. After a few seconds, he looks over his shoulder. “Close your eyes.”

You do as told and close your eyes, feeling him get closer to you. You feel something go over your head and your heart begins to beat faster at the thought of what it could be. “Alright, open them.” Link tells you.

Your hand immediately reaches to touch your chest and your previous thought is proven correct when you look down and see. The rock he had given you was now wrapped in thin rope, being held together at the top by a small knot and the rope continued upward around your neck. It had turned it into a necklace.

“Look, now we’re matching.” He grinned, showing you his own necklace.

Having no words, you could only stare at him in awe. He laughed at your reaction, tugging you forward so the two of you could continue your journey together.

thank you for reading till the end! reblogs are greatly appreciated :D

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[da-awesom-one]

At All Costs (Snowflake Version) - Chris Pine & Idina Menzel

Art I commissioned from Frost_Art on Instagram.

*DISCLAIMER: These lyrics are fan-made lyrics of a song created and owned by Disney for characters that are owned by both Disney and Dreamworks respectively . No money is being made off of this. This was solely written for recreational purposes.*

Context: This is set during Frozen II, in the middle of the Dark Sea scene. They’ve barely survived the Nokk, and Jack is the most upset he’s ever been. Elsa left him behind not once, but twice. The first when they left Kristoff and Sven behind, and the second when she sent Olaf and Anna away. Not only that, she recklessly runs into the Dark Sea, and that’s not mentioning his fear of water. Coupled with the fear of being sent away, and not feeling like he has a place in Arendelle, he’s really struggling to prove his worth without being selfish.

Love is selflessness, and he has taken that to heart since the events of Frozen 1, where he abandoned Elsa before her parents died, and he did everything in his power to make up for it when she finally sees him again. However, it doesn't always work in the right way. So he’s desperately trying to not be what he perceives to be selfish, for being selfish is what almost lost him his best friend in the first place, and he is deeply afraid of losing his new family. Of losing Elsa.

But somewhere along the way, whether he understands or want to admit it or not, things changed. Jack sees Elsa differently, just as she started to in her late teens, but kept quiet due to what happened and out of respect to her friend, also because she's not sure she understands it either.

They argue in the Dark Sea, telling her he doesn't want to lose her, but right as Jack’s about to say what he actually wants, he relents, saying what he wants doesn’t matter. Elsa doesn’t accept that. Once they get to safety, she tells him what he wants matters to HER.

And he tells her he wants to stay with her forever. That he sees her the way Kristoff does to Anna. But time, fate, what have you, makes it seem like no matter what he does, he can’t. But still, he wants to be with her regardless. Because she is his destiny. And being with her makes him feel better, and whole.

So then he starts singing. And so does she. And for the first time since entering the Enchanted Forest, they're on the same page. Better now than ever before.

Sing = Siiing

-

(VERSE 1)

J: If destiny is a set-in-stone thing,

Mine would be you.

If you'd have told me the feelings you'd bring,

I'd think them untrue.

Yet I never thought I’d meet someone like you.

Not in this life.

You still amaze me after all this time.

(PRE-CHORUS)

You pull me in like some kind of wind.

Clearing up all the doubts within.

Making me wanna tell ya...

…That I…

(CHORUS)

Love you as one does.

I, I would protect you 

At all costs.

Take you here into my arms.

I, I would protect you 

At all costs.

At all costs.

(VERSE 2)

E: How to say… the words that I wish to convey?

That I want you, too. Even if I tried to,

I can’t go back to life before you.

If someone tried to stop this, I don't

See how that could happen.

I'd fight for us in ways you can't imagine.

I’ve felt this once before, so I hope

It would be alright to stand right here and tell you…

(CHORUS)

B: I love you as one does.

I, I will protect you 

At all costs.

Hold you right here in my arms.

I, I will protect you 

At all costs!

At all costs!

(BRIDGE)

If you're ever feeling like you're lost,

I’ll come find you!

Man all fronts! There's no ocean I won't swim across

To be right by you!

And not just once. Here and now, I swear on my response,

I'll remind you…

(FINAL CHORUS)

I love you as one does.

I, I will protect you 

At all costs!

Keep you safe here in my arms!

I, I will protect you 

At all costs!

At all costs.

(END)

-

Debated whether or not to do this after posting the Jack Frost This Is The Thanks I Get?!, and finally hearing this for the first time. I got giddy, as this is definitely one of the top songs from the Wish soundtrack, and it struck me as odd that the villain, who in the movie was married, and the protagonist would sing something that sounded... well, romantic.

After seeing Wish for the context of it, and later discovering the Demo Version, learning that it WAS originally written as a love song, well... I had to go back and tweak my original draft.

@doodlemel's Animatic of them singing this song definitely didn't help, either. XD

I had to tweak bits that weren't making sense for Jack to say, especially parts that Magnifico said in the movie that kinda hinted to his more sinister persona. Because Jack is a good guy, but also someone who has never experienced these kinda feelings before, as well as also dealing with a lot of mistakes and trauma that influence his perception of whether or not his feelings are genuine, and whether he has a right to feel these feelings.

Elsa, for her part. is more straightforward, remarkably. Because I headcanon that she fell in love first, but Jack was being Shonen Protagonist oblivious to it. And by the time he started feeling a spark of something similar, stuff had already happened between them that they needed to clear up. But her feelings for him never really went away, even if she got better at hiding them. So when she hears him FINALLY admit that he feels the same way, she doesn't have to hide anymore. She lets him say his piece, and responds in kind.

Ultimately, I didn't really change much but the first parts where they sing, and parts of the choruses. Especially the “love” parts, as I just HAD to incorporate the original Demo Version into it. It's telling a sort of story. Of them slowly synchronizing once more, and finally ending with them being of one mind and heart.

For to love on a spectrum that has both beings as one, in my opinion, is truly a beautiful thing.

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For SOS..#19 with Bob..beach sex after hangman makes “baby on board virgin Bob” joke

Like a Virgin | Robert "Bob" Floyd

Summary: An insulting joke turns into you and Bob sneaking off/

Content warnings: SMUT (18+), public sex, unprotected p in v, mentions of a threesome

Prompt: "Kiss me."

This was written for my Summer of Smut writing event. Feel free to send in requests!

You and Bob had been dating for a few months, and you were pretty much in love with each other. Trivia nights and karaoke at The Hard Deck let you meet the Dagger Squad, and you had taken to close friendships with Phoenix and Rooster in particular, but you were on fairly good terms with everyone. You were about to lay on the couch and order a pizza when Bob called. It was kind of strange, considering he never really called around dinner, but you didn’t mind. When you answered, he asked what you were up to.

“Just about to order a pizza and watch a few movies, why?”

“Okay. I know it’s last minute but we’re having a cookout and bonfire at the beach. D’you wanna come? Rooster’s gonna grill.”

“Sure! What time?”

“Around six. I can pick you up, if you want. We’ll be behind The Hard Deck.”

“Sure, that sounds good. Okay, I’ll start getting ready. See you in a bit.”

It took a few minutes for you to get a bag ready for the beach and Bob came to pick you up closer to six. You waved to Phoenix as she was passing a ball back and forth with Fanboy. The burgers that Rooster made were delicious, and you went into The Hard Deck with Phoenix and Bob to get drinks for everyone. Payback brought fireworks and everyone messed with those until late into the evening.

“Poor baby on board here is pushing thirty and still a virgin,” a very drunk Hangman said. You glanced over at Bob and saw him put his head in his hands. A beat of silence passed over the group before Hangman cleared his throat and said, “That was supposed to be a joke,”. 

“Who wants to get in the water?” Rooster asked. A chorus of yeses was heard and you got up, taking Bob’s hand and heading to the water. Of course, you knew that Hangman’s attempts at jokes usually leaned more towards cruelty than anything else. But Bob seemed more quiet than he usually was while the two of you swam to a cove.

“You wanna talk about it?” You asked with your arms wrapped around Bob’s neck. 

“Not really much to talk about. I’m the butt of every joke because I’m quiet. Pretty much all there is to it. I’m pretty sure he hasn’t made a woman cum in like five years. Maybe I should’ve used that as a comeback, I don’t know.”

In the distance, you could hear Phoenix shrieking about Rooster throwing her in the water. 

“We could prove him wrong, y’know?” You asked.

“Who, Hangman?”

You hummed a yes before palming Bob through his swim trunks. He groaned and started to grind himself into you. The water was about four feet deep, so no one would be able to see what you were doing to Bob if they swam by. 

“Kiss me,” he said. You obliged and pulled him in for a deep kiss. He tightly wrapped his arms around your waist and lifted you as you wrapped your legs around him. You broke apart for air and giggled as Bob started to walk further into the cove with you in his arms. He leaned against the wall so that your back wouldn’t get scratched up from the rocks. You let out a small moan as you felt him grind his bulge against you.

Your legs were tightly wrapped around him as he pulled his swimtrunks down and moved your swimsuit bottoms to the side. The rush of the waves and the current was almost enough to cover up the noises that you were making as Bob ran his hand through your folds.

“Always ready for me,” he said. You moaned into his ear as he slowly slid his dick inside of you. He did most of the work as you kept your legs wrapped around him and he moved you up and down on his cock. You weren’t paying attention as the faint laughter from the rest of the group died down, and you definitely weren’t paying attention when Hangman swam up to the cove.

“What are you guys - oh,” he said. You turned your head at his presence and glared at him. Bob was sill pumping in and out of you while whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

“You gonna join us or just watch?” Bob asked. You were a moaning mess as Bob pounded into you, otherwise you would’ve laughed.

“I think I’m good, man. Was just gonna tell you that we’re headed back to shore. God, I need a drink.”

Hangman swam away and Bob was relentless as he pounded into you and harshly rubbed your clit to get you off faster. You moaned into his mouth as you came and he slowed down before pulling out of you and setting you down.

“You didn’t-,”

“It’s okay. Let’s get home.”

Everyone was staring when you and Bob got back to the shore, and you let out a small chuckle as Bob walked with you to the rest of the group. Everyone was starting to put things away and decide who was going to take the leftover alcohol. You put a few seltzers in the back of Bob’s car and said goodnight to everyone before he took you home.’

“Can you pull over?” You asked after a few songs on the radio played.

“Yeah…”

You were still close to the beach so there was some sand on the side of the road as he pulled over. As soon as he looked at you, you reached into his swim trunks and pulled his semi hard cock out. 

“You really don’t have to - oh fuck,” he said as you wrapped your lips around the tip of his cock. He leaned his head back and groaned as you hollowed your cheeks around him and he came in your mouth. You looked into his eyes as you swallowed his spend and leaned up to kiss him. Heat was rushing up his chest and he tucked himself back into his swim trunks before starting the car again. He wrapped his arms around you tightly and gave you a hug.

“I’ll text you when I get home, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Get some sleep. I don’t want you tired at work tomorrow.”

You give him a quick kiss before heading inside and locking the door behind you. He stayed true to his word and texted you when he got home, joking that he wanted to have a threesome with Hangman being the third person. Of course, you knew that he was joking, but you weren’t opposed to the idea as you started to type a long message to him, but you deleted it before hitting send.

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[bonny-kookoo]

Them taking tongue tied mc swimming because she used to love it but also being like very careful just in case the muscle memory is gone. No angst just sweet fluff. ❤️

You're a bit (very) wary as you look at the big pool, Jungkook already standing in it, showing you that no, you technically cannot drown- at least not in the shallow part where he's standing in. "Come, it's fine, I promise!" He says, walking closer to the edge, tapping your ankles. "I won't let you get hurt." He promises, and you slowly nod, sitting down to drop your legs in the water, before you hold out your arms- reaching for him.

And he doesn't waste a second to hold your waist securely as you slowly drop down the side into the water, immediately panicking a little when you slip a bit and end up dropping a lot quicker than anticipated. But Jungkook simply holds you, lets you cling onto him while staying calm so you can feel at least a bit more relaxed.

Namjoon walks a little closer, some staff now interested as well as Jungkook's designated cameraman starts to record from the sidelines.

"Is it cold?" Jungkook wonders as you tremble in the water, pupils blown wide.

"I think it's just because she got a little spooked, right?" Namjoon wonders, and slowly, it seems as if you become aware of where you are again, looking around as you break free from your fear induced paralysis. "There we go."

"See? Everything's fine." Jungkook offers with a bright grin, walking slowly away from the edge- and you follow, your tail almost instinctively moving to keep balance, something Namjoon notices with interest. Jungkook simply giggles to himself as he watches you bounce a little in your step, getting used to the water around you it seems like, and slowly, his hands leave your waist.

Though you still make sure to keep a hold of his hands, not that he's complaining.

"You wanna float a little?" He wonders, and you look up at him, torn. You do kind of want to, but you're also a little worried. What if you panic, and drown?

But Jungkook promised he wouldn't let you get hurt. So you nod.

"Turn around then, pup." He chuckles, before he places his hands under your arms. "Lean against me." He instructs, and you do as he says, resting your back against his chest before you gently kick your legs up. "There we go- see? You can do it." Jungkook grins, before he slowly helps you float on your back, head dipping into the water while your face stays outside-

looking at his brightly grinning face, upside-down.

"You wanna know something cool?" He wonders, and you just look at him, scared to nod. "No hands." He teases, holding up his hands on either side of you- and at that, you move to stand up again, whining loudly before splashing water at him. But he just laughs.

"See? You don't need any help!" He laughs- and you notice it too, suddenly.

When, out of nowhere, a purple ball falls into the pool, hypnotizing you. And it's the look you share with Jungkook that suddenly makes you both dash out to catch it, both Jimin and Taehyung joining in, quickly joined by the rest of them- even Yoongi, who however stays more or less on the sidelines while watching fondly.

By now, over the course of time, something had happened that management did not foresee at all. Not the fans becoming fond of you, or the band itself-

but staff.

A few makeup artists prepare some towels for when you come out of the water later- eight, to be exact, and others such as a camera director, brings some snacks from the leftover food over with the words 'she's probably gonna be starving later'.

You're becoming a fixed part of not only the group- but your surroundings as well. And considering the fact that they just know both Jungkook and Namjoon would file in for ownership the minute your foster care contract was to end, there's really.. nothing they could do about it.

It frustrates them to no ends.

But for the band, and the staff, and the fans who later on watch the whole game of.. it's not really clear if its fetch, or toss, or volleyball- but whatever you're playing, it crashes through the internet like a raging wildfire, many fans making clear references to your past as a competitive swimmer in the junior hybrid team. They've found out some of your old past- currently on a witch hunt for your past owner after the company had to respond to rumors surrounding past violence in your life.

They want justice. They want to see someone held accountable for what they found had happened to you- the loudest being hybrid activists and hybrid fans themselves.

But today, as everyone plays in the pool, there's only happiness, and the occasional roughhousing between Jungkook and the other two youngest's- having to be pulled apart by Namjoon every now and then.

"They're behaving like dogs." A manager says, disgruntled.

"Well, they're wolves, apart from her." A hair stylist snaps back amused. "So, not far off."

"Still." He huffs.

"Oh come on, let them be for a moment." She sighs, placing your towel near a plastic chair. "I myself think they look a lot happier these days." She shrugs, not staying to hear the answer she might get as everyone slowly emerges from the pool again, Jungkook carrying your yawning self towards the chairs and towels where he sits you down on one, an older staff member playfully wrapping the towel around you, laughing when you let her happily dry your ears for you.

And Yoongi can't help but watch in personal satisfaction as the manager present is forced to walk away from the scene-

well aware that you've won.

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[weird-an]

Hero!Steve flirting with easily flustered Villain!Billy

There's a giant fucking octopus ("It's not an octopus, Steve, it's Vecna" - who cares, Dustin, who cares) attacking the city. On a Friday, just one day before Steve's well deserved vacation.

Even superheroes need vacation. Steve has already seen himself swimming in the ocean and slurping Mai Tais in a few hours and now he's here.

On a stupid rooftop, wearing his red and blue suit and having to fight Billy Hargrove. Who's involved. Again. Arrogance in a tight leather suit and sharp claws and teeth, the strength of a wildcat - probably a shapeshifter too, but no one has ever seen.

"You can't stop him," Hargrove laughs, a roar making his chest vibrate. "Why don't you just join us, pretty boy?"

Also nothing new. Hargrove's asking Steve to join him every time they fight. The Mind Flayer Collective has been terrorizing the state for a while now. Steve is a small town hero. A pretty face no one is afraid of.

"Stop asking me out, Hargrove." Steve rolls his eyes. "Buy me a drink first."

He expects a snarl, maybe even a slur, but he's met with Billy clearing his throat and stuttering a little. "Buy yourself a drink."

Steve is so confused for a second, he forgets that he actually wanted to use the water that's dripping out of the rusty tubes nearby and blast it into Billy's face.

Is Billy... flustered? Steve thinks back at months of Billy trying to rile him up, of Billy fighting him, but never really managing to kill him, of Billy asking him to join the Mind Flayer Collective over and over again.

Oh man. Steve's day just got better and worse at the same moment.

"Don't you wanna have a good time?" he asks. Billy's cheeks turn a little pink.

"I'll have a blast when I break your face," Billy snarls half heartedly.

"Billy, you haven't really tried that in ages." Steve takes a step closer. He can see Billy's Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows hard. "You're all talk."

"Fuck off," Billy scowls. He reminds Steve of a wet cat, lips twitching and black painted nails growing sharper. Which gives Steve a stupid idea.

Water has been a part of him ever since he was born and made the waves that turned into hands and animals, just with his imagination and his parent's pool.

"All talk," Steve repeats - and collects the water from the tubes and drops it onto Billy - who makes a sound of surprise that's somewhere between a groan and a cat's hiss.

"Harrington!" he sneers. "I'll fuck you up."

Billy's mullet clings to his face and drops of water run down his collarbones and to the hint of his pecs peeking up where he didn't bother to zip up the suit like usual. Like he's showing off whenever he sees Steve.

"Oh, I'd love to see you try." Steve rolls his eyes. "But if anyone does the fucking here, it's me."

Billy lunges forward to take a swing at him, but Steve had already seen it coming. Whenever Billy runs out of words, he's using his fists.

He dodges the punch and pushes Billy. His back hits the door leading downstairs. Billy's breathing fast - too fast for one punch and his pupils are slitted.

"Does that turn you on?" Steve asks, a smug grin on his lips.

"Shut up," Billy gasps. His eyes flicker from Steve's lips to the other rooftops. God. Steve had been so blind.

"It does," he says slowly. "That's why you ask me to join every time."

Billy huffs. "I have no idea what you're-"

Steve presses his lips on Billy's, is greeted with a moan of relief and pleasure.

"You were sayin'?" he asks, grinning against Billy's mouth.

Billy pushes his hips forward. He's hard, his suit leaving next to nothing to the imagination. Steve's hand searches for the zipper. Finds it and pulls it down.

"Damn," Billy groans. "You're fucking greedy."

"Have you seen yourself?"

Steve peels the suit off. Sucks on every new bit of skin he sees. Billy aches his neck and moans. An animalistic sound, making Steve think that there might be something true to the shifting rumors.

He's pulling down his own pants and wrapping his arms around Billy's hips. Lifting him up, so that he can nudge the tip of his dick against his hole.

"Jesus," Billy pants. "When did you get so strong?"

Steve really doesn't want to think about manic workouts after giant bats tried to kill him. He kisses Billy again, tongue plundering his mouth.

When they pull away, he opens his palm for Billy.

"Spit," he says hoarsely. It's dizzying, watching Billy do as he's told with glassy eyes. He's spreading his legs wider.

It's insane. A rush unlike any drug he has ever tried. They are on a rooftop, there's a storm brewing near the coast where there's a monster trying to step out of the ocean and Billy Hargrove turns all pliant in his hands.

He coats his dick in Billy's spit and it won't be enough, but maybe enough so that it doesn't hurt as much.

He pushes in slowly. Billy's body is yielding with ease, ragged breath in his ear. He's hot and so tight and Steve is in paradise.

One hard thrust makes Billy's head hit the wall, but he doesn't seem to notice. His weeping cock slaps against his abs, precome running down its length.

"Fuck," Billy groans, voice like gravel. His eyes are brighter than before, a neon touch to it and his canines turned into fangs. He's all wildness and fucking beautiful.

Steve fucks him harder, trying to find the angle that makes Billy gasp and moan and clench around him. His fingers dig into his firm ass cheeks.

Billy's claws scratch his back, trying to get a better hold. He's panting, a bright flush crawling down his neck along his chest.

It's marvelous. Steve doesn't even need to touch his dick. He's thrusting into him, chasing after the high of pleasure and littering Billy's neck and chest with kisses and bites and Billy's whole body is shuddering underneath his lips.

Billy falls apart. In his hands. Comes with a howl and a tear running down his face. Steve kisses it away. Billy clings to him, bites his shoulders to stifle another cry threatening to fall from his lips.

Sharp pain runs through Steve, making him follow Billy over the edge. He sees stars and pulls Billy closer.

He pulls out and lets Billy down who leans against the door like his legs can't carry him. A bit of milky come runs down his leg.

"That was... unexpected," Steve grins at Billy. Billy's eyes are still glowing.

"I should leave," he manages after catching his breath. He bends down to grab his suit and struggles to put it on. It's a tight fight. Especially with still shaking hands.

Steve's chest grows tighter. Maybe it's selfish, but he doesn't want Billy to go back to the Collective. To fight him again, to forget all that just happened.

"I'm going on vacation in..." Steve stares at his watch. "Three hours. You wanna come with me?"

Billy stops trying to pull his pants over his ass. The leather is constricting his butt cheeks a little. Steve's fingers itch to slap them.

"You're the enemy," Billy says.

It's funny, all a matter of perspective. Dustin says the same about Billy. Steve thinks of Billy clenching around him. He's sure they'd be both off their teams for fraternization, if anybody finds out.

"That's not an answer." Steve snaps the seam of Billy's pants against his ass.

Billy scrunches his nose, thinking about it.

"Fine. I guess I can take a few days off," he grumbles. "Where are we going?"

#anon i love you for this and also I struggled on what their superpowers are for ages #sorry vecna is an octopus now #harringrove #billy hargrove #billy x steve #steve x billy #harringrove au #harringrove ficlet

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Could do a part 2 of Wednesday Addams x blind! Sinclair reader

I want this story to follow into the series

I read what you said about making this into a series and I love the idea *I especially love the idea of Wednesday taking r to the raven dance and taking r on a date. maybe Tyler is trying to get Wednesday but r keeps getting the way and he takes r to Lauren gates and make her disappear and she sneakily leaves something of hers behind to give wednesday, yoko, and enid a clue that she in danger*

Lauren gates has her and force Wednesday to open crackstone tomb *she litterally would do it with no hesitantion because she doesn’t want risk r safety**

A/N: Definitely will make this into a series so this will be the last sneak peek you guys get before I start it (wanna finish the Killer in NYC series first😭) for now I hope you enjoy

3rd Person POV

You stood next to your sister as you went to wish her luck quickly being interrupted by her squealing as she ran up to her gloomy roommate.

"OH EM GEE! You look purrfect, now where are your whiskers?" Wednesdays dead eyed stare snapped to the werewolf.

"Ask again and you'll be down to 8 lives." The girl nodded still happy that she'd gotten the Wednesday Addams into the costume.

She watched as her eyes went to her sister who stood patiently wishing good luck to their fellow teammates.

Enid stepped back quietly letting the goth make her way to you, sensing the two of you may want some privacy.

She didn't know Wednesday well enough yet, her motives usually being whatever was in her best interest.

She didn't want you to unintentionally end up hurt and while she was still intimidated by the raven she refused to stand by and let her bring you any harm.

"Bellisima.” Your head turned up a small smile accompanied by your now usual blush. If not for the overwhelming amount of people surrounding you Wednesday would've smiled at the sight. It seemed you only blushed whenever she was in proximity. A foreign feeling grew in her stomach at the thought of her being the reason behind your involuntary reaction.

"Hi Wednesday I really can't thank you enough for helping Enid." The girl brushed it off something else bothering her entirely.

"You should find a seat soon." Her hand almost shooting forward protectively to guide you. She didn't like you being so close to the water, unsure if you knew how to swim.

"I will Yoko's just talking to Davina before the race." You paused biting your lip. "I got you something."

The goths eyebrows furrowed as she looked to see you holding out a small black bracelet. Upon closer inspection she found a charm dangling from it, carved in the shape of a wolf.

"It's my lucky bracelet." You spoke softly cheeks still burning. "I thought it might help but if you don't like it-"

Wednesday quickly placed it around her wrist as she cleared her throat.

"I will not need it but if it provides you comfort I will wear it during the race." Your lips spread into a small smile as Yoko interrupted.

"Time to go." The young vampire guided you to the stands as Enid made her way to their boat.

Trying to distract herself she went to wave at Ajax making Wednesday hiss.

"Focus."

She knew better than to say anything else as Wednesday sat in their boat.

Bianca looked over at their boat as anticipation of what was to come rose.

"Oh look the runt of the litter."

Wednesday gave the siren a dead stare.

"For the record I don't think I'm better than everyone. Just you."

The races were off as Wednesday guided the Black Cats through the water.

You sat at the edge of your seat as Yoko gave you a play by play of everything happening.

Cheering slightly when she'd announced her sisters team was neck and neck with Bianca's.

The crowd grew louder as the race was coming to an end but you didn't need to hear Yoko as Principal Weems announced the last teams standing. Yoko's hand grips your forearm as you hear her gasp, you hiss slightly at how tight she held you.

Her hand drops as she mutters an apology, relief flooding through her once she sees her girlfriend appear above the water. Then bouncing in excitement as Enid crosses the finish line with Wednesday.

"They did it!" She gives you a slight shove as you howl for your sister. More furs following your lead.

Enid shakes Wednesdays shoulders as her body literally vibrates from their victory.

"Admit it you totally got into the whole school spirit thing."

Wednesday looks over to a seething Bianca lips almost turning up in a small smirk.

"Well you didn't mention it was a dark vengeful spirit."

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"It brings me great joy to see the Poe Cup trophy back in my old dormitory. Congratulations Ophelia Hall!"

You sat under the Edgar Allan Poe statue waiting for the ceremony to finish. You sensed another presence come up to you and heard a throat clear.

Wednesday alerting you of her presence before she went towards you.

"Mi amor, why are you sitting here alone?" As always your cheeks heat up at the sound of the girls voice.

"Enid wanted me to wait here so we could take pictures with the trophy for her blog. Shouldn't you be celebrating?" Wednesday sighed in irritation.

"Everyone keeps smiling at me. It's disturbing," she pauses. "And not in a good way."

You giggle slightly making Wednesdays dead heart almost beat.

"It's just some admiration and probably slight envy. It's not everyday the Bianca Barclay gets beaten."

Wednesday sat down next to you looking up and finding the same symbol from the picture Rowan had left for her before he died.

"Since I helped your sister win I suppose you'd like your bracelet back?" You shook your head.

"Consider it a gift, not only for helping her team but for winning." The pig tailed girl grew silent not used to being given gifts from people outside of her family. Especially gifts that weren't weapons.

"Y/n! Come on I got Yoko to be our photographer!" She began to drag you away from Wednesday, feeling her stare you waved shyly preparing for the thousands of pictures you were about to be part of.

Enid glanced at Wednesday eyes widening as she saw your bracelet sitting on her roommates wrist.

The same bracelet you stayed up for a week making to prove to your parents you could do things without their help.

She remembered the countless fights you'd had with her whenever you'd lost the piece of jewelry and thought she had stolen it. Seeing it on Wednesdays wrist not only surprised her but it also raised some concern.

She would need to talk with Yoko and soon.

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You sat on your balcony practicing your violin when your sister ran into your room.

"Hey pup!" You couldn't see her forced smile and wide eyes looking around for Yoko but you did sense the slight impatience in her tone.

"Hey Yoko's out if you're looking for her." The older sibling held back a sigh, slightly feeling bad for not being very subtle. You listened as her footsteps came closer to you, her hand resting gently on her shoulder.

"What if I wanted to talk to you?" Your eyebrows furrowed as you noticed her tone change to almost sympathetic. You put down your instrument and bow as you turned in her direction.

"What's wrong?" You tilted your head in wonder. Biting her lip Enid took a moment to consider how to approach this, you'd never had a love life thanks to your parents and if she were being honest herself as well.

It wasn't that she didn't trust your judgement she just wanted to protect you and keep you from possibly feeling any heartbreak.

"Is there something going on-"

"Fucking Addams!" Yoko groaned walking in.

"Oh hey Enid."

The fur looked to Yoko confused.

"What did Wednesday do?" The fang shook her head.

"Just causing trouble as always." She quickly dismissed. "What are you doing here?"

"Oh just wanted to see how Y/n was doing."

Enid spoke but made sure her facial expressions let Yoko know she had meant the opposite. The dark haired girl caught on nodding.

"By the way can you help me pick something out for Davina? Our anniversary's coming up."

"Sure!" The two quickly walked out as you went back to practicing.

Odd.

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"Y/N." You felt your lips tug up into their usual smile around the usual gloomy girl. However, your smile slightly fell as you realized she'd call you by your name for once.

The pig tailed girl glanced over to her roommate noticing the way she was closely watching,

"Hi Wednesday."

"Principal Weems has requested that we play for the unveiling of the Joseph Crackstone statue." You frowned.

"I'm sorry I didn't bring-"

"It seems principal Weems has already taken care of it." You nod.

"Ok, is that all you wanted to tell me?"

"Yes."

You listened as her heavy boots left, Yoko coming up behind you after eavesdropping.

"Wow she really sucks at flirting."

You shrug as you tried to swallow down your disappointment. It wasn't the first time someone had suddenly changed their feelings towards you. And you were sure it wouldn't be the last. You sucked in a deep breath before putting on a smile for your best friend.

"So where are we heading on this oh so joyous occasion?" Yoko stared for a moment seeing the slight droop in your shoulders and the way your smile felt too forced. She glanced over to the Addams girl jaw clenched.

"Pilgrim World." Bianca sang as she had made her way to the two of you, linking her arm with yours. Yoko glanced to see Wednesdays dead eyes glare at the siren. She held back a small smirk almost wanting to laugh. She caught the gaze of Enid who'd also seemed close to glaring at Wednesday until Bianca had stepped in.

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You sat in your chair posture straight as you positioned your violin under your chin patiently waiting for Principal Weems speech to end the only indication that someone was with you was the smell of petrichor and a hint of vanilla.

Is that gasoline?

You began to play once you heard the cello begin it's piece. The music eliciting a smile from Principal Weems until a small explosion created panic.

Is this part of the ceremony?

You had heard the screams but Wednesdays playing of Fleetwood Mac had transitioned to Winter and you felt compelled to follow her lead. It wasn't until Enid had grabbed your arm that you had stopped.

"Come on!" She'd dragged you towards safety but Wednesdays playing never faltered.

Principal Weems glared at the teenager who's lips turned up in a smirk.

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Enid growled in frustration as she tried to decide on which outfit to wear. Wednesday sighed in agitation as the girl would constantly ask which outfit was best.

"You're ambushing me Enid."

"I can't believe some psycho just blew up the statue, I didn't even get to do my dance." Wednesday glanced at Thing.

"You should leave or you'll be late."

The werewolf grabbed her coat. "Wish me luck"

"If he breaks your heart I'll nail-gun his."

Once she had left Wednesday returned to her novel only to be interrupted. Thing tapped the desk twice before pointing out the window. The soft sounds of violin playing in the distance. She had stepped outside listening as it seemed today you were in a more somber mood.

Tchaikovsky.

The goth played with the charm around her wrist as she looked into the night sky.

She'd had visions.

The first was of her ancestor Goody warning her the life of a raven was one of solitude.

The second was you .....covered in blood and howling in agony.

Both making it abundantly clear of one thing.

You were a distraction she couldn't afford to pay attention to.

Your playing had come to an end as you heaved out another disappointed sigh. You had hoped that your playing would prompt Wednesday to join you since you never got to finish earlier.

Yoko noticed your mood and tried to cheer you up.

"Wanna get some ice cream?" You shook your head going to lay down as you heard a yell in the distance.

Enid had scratched out the tires of the bus parked next to her. Ajax had never showed up, your violin already had her in a somber mood and the mixture of frustration towards the boy and disappointment in her roommate did not sit well with her. She knew how your mind worked. You thought that if Wednesday played it would mean she enjoyed your shared sessions. That she'd also looked forward to them and possibly want more time with you.

She watched as you had picked up your things fully intending to console you after her date.

She felt tears well up in her eyes as she stormed up to your dorm.

Further in the woods Sheriff Galpin found a mangled body and a camera full of pictures of the very creature that's been wreaking havoc in Jericho. His eyes flash in slight recognition as he fights a grimace looking dow to see he accidentally stepped into a pool of blood.

Taglist: @alexkolax @the-night-owl-blr

#wednesday 2022 #wednesday addams x fem!reader #wednesday #wednesday netflix #wednesday imagine #wednesday x reader #wednesday addams x reader #wednsday addams

[sterekbros]

wild and free by Winchesterek

“Are you kidding me?” Stiles asked, looking out at the beautiful waterfalls cascading into the lake in front of them.

The water shimmered shades of green and blue, which looked like emeralds and malachite glistening in the sun. The spray of the waterfall floated through the air, a cool mist clinging to their skin, making Stiles feel sticky. It looked wild and overgrown, the foliage lush and leafy, clinging to the rocks around them.

When he looked back at Derek, his skin was slick with sweat and water, making Stiles want to lick and suck his salty skin. Derek turned to smile at him and it warmed Stiles’ heart, loving how happy Derek looked.

“Just one of the most beautiful places in Croatia, Plitvice Lakes,” Derek replied, reaching out to take Sitles’ hand. “Come on. We can make it down to the water and enjoy it for a little while before we have to head back.”

“Well, we can't stay because I didn't bring my pillow,” Stiles added with a chuckle. “You know I can't sleep without it.”

“Good thing I don't plan on camping out here, then. I know I can make sure that we don't get caught, but I wanna take you somewhere nice for dinner. It’ll take us about two hours to get back to the city so we should leave before the sun goes down.”

“Good thing we got here bright and early, then.” Stiles walked along with Derek carefully and descended along the path to the water, slowly climbing over slippery rocks.

Stiles wasn't sure if this was the beautifulest place he’d ever seen, because they’d been to so many places that were so beautiful that Stiles had a hard time believing that they were real. Like Elafonisi Beach, where they’d spent a week exploring Greece and bathing in the sun. Derek’s skin was beautiful and sunkissed, while Stiles looked a little bit like a lobster for a week afterward until it turned into a light tan.

Once they were down to the water, Stiles grinned as he watched Derek strip his shirt off and toss it onto the ground on top of their bags. He openly ogled his mate, knowing that Derek could scent his arousal and he smirked as Derek unnecessarily flexed for him, but acted like it was a casual action.

Stiles stripped down to his swim shorts and carefully walked across the rocks to the bank next to Derek. “Wow…the water is so clear.”

It was unimaginable to Stiles that water could be so clear, but they’d seen oceans just as clear when they sailed around the world together. “Oh, look! Fish!” Stiles pointed and Derek smiled.

“I’m sure they’ll leave us alone when we’re in the water. Come on, let’s get in!” Derek waded into the lake first while Stiles watched him skeptically.

“There isn't anything in there that will eat me, is there?” Stiles tried to look further into the water, but it was too far away for him to see much with his puny human eyesight.

“Nothing’s going to eat you, Stiles. I’ll protect you.” Derek dipped his head back into the water and ran his hands through his hair when he was upright again. “Get in here!”

“How are you sure?! You can't see all the way over there!” Stiles said, pointing.

“Really? Get in the water, Stiles. This isn't even salt water. There are no large predators in the water here,” Derek promised with an amused look, sighing. “Get in the water! You’re more likely to run into a bear out there than anything happening to you in here. Or step on a snake.”

Stiles looked around the forest and the ground before hurrying into the water. “Why didn't you tell me there were bears! I don't even have anything to protect myself with.”

Derek laughed, wrapping his arms around Stiles when he reached him. “You have me. I’m not going to let anything happen to you. I promise.”

“You better not,” Stiles replied, wrapping his arms around Derek and drawing him in close. “Because then you’re gonna be all alone on that sailboat. What on earth would you do without me?”

“Regret all my life choices,” Derek joked, but Stiles could tell that he was being serious. “You know I couldn't go on without you. If it’s the last thing I do, it’ll always be to protect you.”

“You know I feel the same way, Derek.” Stiles' voice was soft and almost a whisper, his hand moving to cup Derek’s cheek.

The last thing he wanted to do was make Derek think about losing him. It was why he’d left with Derek to begin with, because of his injury on the job. Unfortunately, Stiles’ brain-to-mouth filter didn't always work.

And Stiles knew that he was Derek’s anchor, just as much as Derek was Stiles’. Or, well, if he was a werewolf. As much as an anchor that Derek could be for Stiles being human.

“We’ll be okay,” Derek promised, kissing Stiles tenderly. “I’ll race you to the other side,” Derek added when they parted, then laughed and dunked Stiles under the water before taking off.

Stiles sputtered as he came up, shaking the water from his face.

“Not! Fair!” Stiles shouted after Derek. “And you can't use your werewolf speed!”

But Derek was almost already at the other end of the small lake as Stiles ran his hands through his hair.

He smiled, the hot sun shining down on them and warming his skin, the cool clear water rippling around him.

This was their life. Traveling the world and being together.

It was all that Stiles ever wanted, just him and Derek and a world full of possibilities.

He dove into the water, knowing that he’d never win or catch up to Derek. But Stiles was perfectly fine with that because Derek would make it up to him later, sprawled out in the sailboat cabin, taking him apart until Stiles couldn't feel his toes and he was warm all over.

Croatia was going to become one of his favorite places in the world, full of memories.

Of him and Derek. Happy and free.

#sterek #derek hale #stiles stilinski #teen wolf #eternalsterek #sterek is eternal #eternal sterek #sterek au #sterek fanfic #derek x stiles #stiles/derek #stiles x derek #derek/stiles #alpha derek hale #alpha derek #true alpha derek hale #mine #my fic #my art

[hh0320]

𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭—

PART ONE

pairing: bad boy!beomgyu x fem reader x yeonjun.

genre: polyamory, runaways, smut, strict parents, hurt/comfort, set in mid 00’s.

word count: 3.8k

warnings: profanity, mature themes, abuse, violence, drug abuse, alcohol consumption, jealousy, blood mentions, threesome, spitting, unprotected sex.

a/n: i’m completely overwhelmed by the love that’s been shown for this story, i wanna thank you all so much! i hope you guys like this last chapter as much as i loved writing it. 🥰

This was it—

The feeling you had been searching for your entire life.

Soul of your soul, you three never had to say a word to each other, to know how the other one felt. You laid bare for them, and they did the same, again and again.

Yeonjun drove for the entire night, and when the sun finally peaked out, you had reached the ocean. You’d never seen water before, and it made you feel endless, like itself.

The ocean was much like Yeonjun’s love—abundant, always giving.

Beomgyu grabbed you by the hand, and together you run. Toward the love, toward the light. Yeonjun stared at your figure, laughing, taking off your clothes.

It was a warm morning, when he decided he’d marry you, eventually. Together with Beomgyu, there was no one else he needed, no one else who’d get him better than the two of you.

That was how you spend that first month of your newfound freedom. On the road, swimming, eating at old diners in the middle of nowhere, sleeping in the car, or at creepy, cheap motels.

Always together, on top of each other. They were your safe haven, what you had chosen for the rest of your life. You would never turn away from them—they would never let you go.

There had only been one rule. To not go out the room, when they’d leave, once a week. They’d begged you to not ask why, and you never spoke a word about it.

You tried your best to not be nosy about their unlimited stream of cash. You’d heard the stories, anyway, and as much as you didn’t want to believe them—some version was bound to be true. It was clear to you, after you run away with them.

You guessed it was drugs. You’d seen Yeonjun one night leaning down, snorting something from the bathroom sink, Beomgyu following shortly after. It’d been easy to pretend they weren’t high some days—they would act so normal.

Later, you realized they’re able to be that way ‘cause they did it too often. They loved you no less, took care of you the same way they promised you they would. But it had been there from the start.

The looming grey cloud. The dark storm.

Sometimes Beomgyu would leave you alone with Yeonjun, and return smelling like whiskey. He’d burst through the door, collapsing halfway, then pulling himself the rest of the way to the bed. You would open your eyes, and watch it happen.

Sometimes Beomgyu would kiss you, in his drunken states, and you’d let him. He’d look for your hand, and fall asleep on the floor next to you, never once letting go.

Two months later, and you’d fallen into a routine. It was the end of July, and you’d been staying at the same place for a couple weeks now. Your motel overlooked the ocean, and you’d mentioned that the sound of the waves helped you sleep.

Yeonjun didn’t put your bags in the car that night.

Your predicament wasn’t normal, you were aware. These boys weren’t really related, yet acted as if they were. The way they cared for you wasn’t your regular next door neighbor friendly way—it was the I’d kill anyone that hurt you kind of deal.

And then there had been that one night—you knew your feelings for Yeonjun had been deeper than you’d let yourself believe. He never hid the fact he felt the same way. So when he kissed you, on that bed of the motel you were staying at, Beomgyu off drinking himself numb, you kissed back with the same intensity.

What happened after, his hands on your body, the old movie you two were watching playing in the background, your voice lost, the way he moved on top of you—this was the part that made sense.

What blurred the lines was when they would do it. What drove you crazy was when you joined them.

And, yet, somehow, it worked for you. It was the only thing that had felt right in your life, and you dared not question it, in fear it would be pulled from underneath your feet.

“I want us to die simultaneously,” Beomgyu said, laying next to you at the beach, the sun setting.

It was one of those days where he’d had too much to drink, and you were entertaining his moods, following him to make sure he wouldn’t drown.

Yeonjun smoked on the other side of you, silent, but listening. His hand rested on your naked thigh, rubbing circles every so often.

“I’d like that,” you smiled at him. He looked back at you, the grin on his face irresistible.

You turned and kissed him. His long hair was tickling your nose. You played with it.

“It’s so long,” you giggled. He’d grown into his features—the way you remembered him would always be etched in your brain, though.

How they were, back then. It was nothing like how they were now—their limbs had grown longer, naturally, but their eyes. They would smile the brightest smiles, but it would never reach their dark eyes.

Yet, despite that, the part of them that was you, was the same. That part they nurtured the most, while growing up. Kept it tight against their hearts, and spoke about it in hushed voices.

It was no secret between them—you had been sacred to them. They protected you with teeth bared, would do anything you ask.

Beomgyu touched a strand of your hair, in return.

“Do you want me to cut it?” He asked, self consciously.

You shook your head. “No, it suits you.”

Yeonjun chuckled from behind you. “She’s just being nice, Beom. Chop it off.”

“Fuck you, di Caprio.”

Their fights could escalate so easily. As far as you knew, it’d only happened a couple times—Beomgyu would punch Yeonjun in the face, the older one not holding back, coming to you to clean their cuts, and lovingly scold them.

Stupid fights, really, because Beomgyu was temperamental. He cared very little for consequences. If one was a rebel, the other had anger issues. It was always something with them, and at first it was fun.

Then came the blood.

When Yeonjun had pulled you from the mud, you thought he was just a ghost of the forest. His hair was pale, his clothes dirty.

You didn’t trust him right away. He’d had this look, like he was keeping something from you.

Beomgyu, on the other hand, befriended you immediately. You played hide and seek between the trees, and picked blackberries from the bushes, filling your hungry bellies with fruit until you’d pass out from exhaustion.

Yeonjun was the one that made sure the berries were safe to eat, he’d be the one to tell you not to stray too far from the opening of the forest. He was the one that had offered you to lay on him, so your hair wouldn’t get further matted.

Nine years later, you found out his secret.

And so did Beomgyu.

You’d only been gone for twenty minutes, before loud, familiar voices filled the dusky evening. At first you rolled your eyes, thinking it was one of their little games, but soon more voices mixed together, and you could no longer ignore the pinch in your heart.

Dumping the stuff you’d gathered from the car, you ran back to the room you were staying at for the night. The manager of the motel was struggling to hold back Beomgyu, Yeonjun standing in the furthest corner of the small space, breathing hard, wiping blood from his lips.

“What’s going on?” You demanded, running to him.

Beomgyu turned feral, then. He elbowed the manager, scoffing at the both of you. You looked at him, worried. He was drunk, his eyes glazing over, shirt teared apart at the seams.

“Of course you go to him,” he spat. “But not for long, right, Jun? Tell her. Fucking tell her, or I will.”

You were so confused. What could it be, that was so terrible? Why was Beomgyu so mad at you?

You did nothing but love him. Both of them.

You turned at the manager. “Leave us, please. I’m so sorry about this, but I can handle it. We’ll keep it down.”

He didn’t look convinced, but he nodded. “You better, or I’m calling the police. I don’t want any trouble at my establishment.”

A shitty establishment, you wanted to snap back at him, but he quickly walked out the door, slamming it shut. You winced, and Yeonjun squeezed your waist—a reminder he got you, whatever happened.

Beomgyu was fuming. You had never seen him so pissed off, except maybe on that night he had come to your house. But this was different, this anger was towards his best friend, his brother.

“Fuck, I wanna kill you, Choi. I really fucking do,” his hands balled into fists, his whole body shaking. “You’re so fucking lucky she’s standing in front of you.”

“If you wanna hit me, go ahead,” Yeonjun replied, softly moving you to the side, your hand slipping from his.

You were terrified for him. But even more terrified for Beomgyu. Yeonjun was the type of person to keep it all inside. He’d get angry often, but never really express it, whereas Beomgyu had that freedom.

Yeonjun needed to be there to diffuse the fire. He couldn’t afford beating everyone up just for the hell of it, no matter how much he’d like otherwise.

Beomgyu just didn’t give a fuck.

“Fuck it.”

You were stuck in place, unable to move, as you were forced to see the two people you loved most in the world, beat each other to a pulp. It had been punches at first, but then Beomgyu had grabbed Yeonjun by the waist, slamming him against the wall, knocking down a picture of Virgin Mary that was hanging haphazardly. Yeonjun didn’t fight back at first, just let Beomgyu turn him bloody, but after that slam, he turned murderous.

Shirt in shreds, hanging from his body, Beomgyu fell to the floor with a thud, Yeonjun kicking him in the stomach, before falling next to him and grabbing him by the throat. Beomgyu gagged, coughing, choking on his spit.

You didn’t recognize Yeonjun. These monsters were unfamiliar to you, you had never dealt with them. But you remained stoic, in that spot of yours, unmoving, unable to speak. Your tears were burning your skin, panic rippling through you like a tsunami.

It had to stop.

This had to end now.

“Please…” you rasped, helpless.

Like a spell was lifted, the two men turned their heads towards you, eyes wide, haunted. Yeonjun released Beomgyu from his grasp, leaning back on his heels, devastated.

Beomgyu rolled on his side, groaning, hugging his ribs.

Both of them a grotesque, bloodstained mess, they were desperately trying to breathe, clothes ruined, upper bodies exposed, scratches and splatters painted across their chest.

And the burns. You had never let yourself stay on them, had never asked, but they always stared back at you, whispering darkly of a horrible childhood—these boys were as traumatized as you were, yet there they lay, repeating their past’s mistakes.

The cycle would end with you. You refused to let them drown, refused to allow them to succumb to their nightmares.

You walked towards Yeonjun, taking your shirt off as you did, falling on your knees across from him. Knuckles raw, breathing hard, he stared at you, his gaze dropping to your breasts. He locked his jaw, gritting his teeth.

You were just like them, now. All you wanted was to be one and the same.

You kissed the edge of his mouth. He growled, a low guttural sound, but made no move to reciprocate.

Beomgyu had an arm draped over his face, tears dried, a heavy exhaustion weighing his bones down.

“Tell her, Yeonjun,” he pleaded, once again.

The brown haired boy looked pained, like even just the thought of telling you whatever it was, made him physically sick. He said it anyway.

“It was me, that morning. I notified the cops—I told them where you were.”

A manic laugh escaped Beomgyu’s lips. “We could’ve saved you from all that fucking pain. We could’ve taken you with us—we discussed it, you know, when you fell asleep that last night.

I told him you needed us, but he thought it wiser for you to return home. At least you had a home, he’d said. I felt like fucking scum, suggesting to steal you from your family. Meanwhile, the entire time you were suffering.”

Your heart was in pain. You tried to will it to stop, but the feeling was spreading throughout your entire body. A sort of numbness, like you’d been tranquilized. You thought you were dying.

You thought they found you—the police. That they had been looking for the boys, but ended up coming across the missing girl, too. You thought there had been no other choice.

Turns out, Yeonjun had stolen that chance from you.

Turns out, no one had been looking for them. Because no one cared they were gone—that they’d ran away.

Oh, you wanted to hurt Yeonjun, then. You wanted to make him bleed even more than he already was.

He saw it, too. The hate spreading all over everything they’ve ever touched, the special place you’d kept for them in your heart. All turning tartar black.

They’d left you. They’d left you.

“No. No, no, no…” he panicked, reaching out to touch you. You winced away.

His face scrunched in pain, like you’d gutted him. Beomgyu was silently crying, refusing to watch this scene play out.

It had been his worst nightmare of all he’d ever went through—the girl of his dreams, the one that took his hand and never let it go, the kindness, the first love he’d ever felt—all stripped away from him.

All because of his chosen brother. All because they hadn’t been selfish, for once. He’d rather die, right then, than watch you go.

“You have to understand—we didn’t know. I—I didn’t know. Please…” he implored.

“I’d never let anyone lay a finger on you, much less hurt you like that, baby. If I knew…even back then, I would’ve kept you. I would’ve never given you back, please—stop fucking flinching away from me! Listen to me, (Y/N),” he shook you by the shoulders, desperate, mad with fear, “I love you—we…we love you.”

“You are the best thing that’s ever happened to us,” Beomgyu whispered, staring at the chipped ceiling, defenseless.

You lost it, then. Sobbing into your hands, your body going weak. Yeonjun caught you in his arms, sticking you to him.

“Please, love, please understand. All I’ve wanted for you, ever since the moment I saw you, was for you to be happy,” he spoke fervently against your cheek. “I’ve based my entire self around being someone that could do that for you—someone who can protect you. I’ll do anything you ask of me, please don’t leave us.”

It hurt to speak, but you’d heard enough. Of course, you knew that. You weren’t ungrateful—even though they’d refused to take you away, back then, they still came back.

If they didn’t love you, if they were out to hurt you, they would’ve left you behind. You’d be rotting away behind closed doors, without them.

Of course you were grateful for that. But for Yeonjun to hide that from you…it stung too much. You had been transparent with him, Beomgyu worshipped him.

You understood then, the weight he carried. All his life, he’s been grasping onto whatever faint rays of sun he could find, but they’d always slip right through his fingers. And, yet, it never seemed to matter—he still had to carry on, keep on living, in that half dead, bruised body of his.

Since he found you, he’s wanted change. You made him want to be a better person. He couldn’t stress that enough, couldn’t be more grateful you chose him back.

Beomgyu’s touch was hesitant, his fingers sliding on your thigh shyly, coming closer. You pulled away from Yeonjun’s chest, following the trail he made with your eyes, until finally he slipped in there. You gasped, your legs opening instinctively.

Yeonjun repositioned you against him, holding you up, while Beomgyu had his way with you. He moved his hand, once, eliciting a moan from you, then more, more, more.

“Will you let us?” He whispered, leaving a kiss on your ear, then your cheek; tilting your head to the side, sucking at your neck softly.

You couldn’t be mad at him for too long—you loved him way too much for your own good. And Beomgyu—your boys, your knights.

They’d fought, and won. This uncovering had only been essential for your relationship. Now—bliss.

Beomgyu sat up on his knees, gazing down at you. He wiped his tears, and leaned to press a feathery kiss on your forehead.

Suddenly, Yeonjun grabbed him by the nape of his neck, and smashed their lips together. Beyond everything—a blood pact was beyond anything, forever. They were tied together, they could never part.

And you. The string that held them together. Most important.

“I want to watch you,” Yeonjun murmured, face against the side of yours. “Take her, Beom. Fuck her for me.”

Beomgyu’s eyes bore into yours, asking for silent permission. You nodded, out of breath, ready—you’d do anything for them.

Yeonjun reached down, unbuttoning your shorts. The two boys undressed you, all the while taking in every inch of you. The fear of losing you had been unbearable—they needed to memorize you, know how to find you even if blind.

You almost cried when Beomgyu finally entered you. He was cruel when he’d fuck you, ferocious in his thrusts, trying to get as deep as possible. This time was no different—it felt like he wanted to enter you completely, become one, so you could never go anywhere. So you’d always stay with him.

Yeonjun was so incredibly hard against your lower back. You wished you could touch him, but he seemed to need this—he needed to see you getting fucked by his shadow, his other half.

There was blood on Beomgyu’s cheek, dark red and warm. Without thinking, you reached and got it all over your hand.

Then you smeared it across your own face.

Beomgyu watched you with hawk eyes, taking you in—you were so beautiful, blood of his blood, buried inside your cunt, his brother holding you open for him.

“Fuck,” Yeonjun cussed, roughly grabbing your face, and licking down a line to your lips. He kissed you deeply.

“He’s fucking you so good, sweetheart, can you feel it? Fuck, I wish I was inside you like that.”

Beomgyu snapped his hips once more, and you finally came undone. He hissed, locking you into place, his own release emptying inside of you.

You were panting so hard, heart beating against your chest. You felt as if in a haze, in the middle of these two men, wrecking you, owning your body. It felt like a mashing of souls, like from this point on, one could not possibly exist without the other.

You wanted more. And Beomgyu could see, you needed this as much as they did. He caressed your hair, dropping a kiss on your breast.

“Do it,” he spoke brokenly, pulling out of you. “She wants you.”

Yeonjun wasted no time picking you up. You moaned, the wetness between your legs dripping. Beomgyu inhaled sharply, coming to kneel in front of you, helping you up his friend’s thighs.

“Fuck me, you’re so goddamn beautiful, (Y/N),” Yeonjun let you sit on his cock slowly, waiting, even if all he wanted was to grab you and fuck your ass raw.

You’d never taken him like that. So for you, he’d be patient.

Once you were all the way down, you breathed out shakily, his hands holding you up by the waist. The stretch was unbelievable, but you bending like that had both boys dying.

A goddess, accepting them as they were, agreeing to this.

“Come here,” Beomgyu entered you once again, your cunt the sweetest hiding place.

He’d hide in you forever.

The two of them found a rhythm that made you see stars. There were no words to describe, and you’d been reduced to a moaning, screaming, greedy mess of a girl.

“You’re taking us so well, sweetheart, look at me.” You did, and Beomgyu hooked a thumb on your mouth, parting your lips. “Open up for me, baby.”

He spit in your mouth, then kissed you hungrily. Slipping out of you, he ordered Yeonjun to keep fucking you, while he sat back and watched you, cock glistening, rock hard.

You let your eyes fall closed, enjoying the way Yeonjun was slamming you on him, and then you felt it—Beomgyu’s fingers rubbing circles on your clit.

“Oh my God…” You almost passed out, then, the stimulation too great.

But so deliciously satisfying.

“That’s it, cum for us, sweetheart. Let us see you,” he prodded, one hand in your cunt, the other wrapped around your neck.

Yeonjun grunted, sweat mixing with yours, your moans music to his ears. He wanted you like this, always.

“Kiss him,” you said to Beomgyu, stopping his hand. He looked at you, eyes hazy, mind numb with nothing but the thought to get you off.

“Lean down and kiss him, please,” you shuddered. “I’m so close, I’m so close…”

He needn’t be told twice. He crawled to Yeonjun and caught his mouth, surprising him. You took the chance to turn around, sliding his dick in your cunt. Both boys watched you get yourself off, bouncing, your tits dancing—Yeonjun fingered your clit, Beomgyu taking one of your breasts in his mouth, and—

You exploded, moaning loudly, neither stopping what they were doing. Coming down from your high, you felt dizzy, and Yeonjun was already making you horny again, if that was possible…

He sat up, with you still in his lap, Beomgyu leaving a kiss on your head. For a long time, you were just staring at each other, basking in the afterglow, Yeonjun caressing your hair.

Then—

“Marry me.”

“Fuck—me too, sweetheart. Marry us.”

Yes. Yes.

Your ceremony had been in a meadow, your dress simple, a bouquet of wild flowers in hand.

Your grooms wore black suits, smiling brightly. This time, it reached their eyes.

Your promises were traditional, in sickness and in health, ‘till death do us apart.

Black vintage car, straight out of an 80’s murder mystery parked next to the ocean.

When they slipped the ring on your finger, it was forever.

Yeonjun carrying you, Beomgyu snapped a picture of you three, happy, married. At long last.

“Where to, love?” Yeonjun drove away, hand intertwined with yours.

Yours linked with Beomgyu’s.

You always knew your life wouldn’t be a small life.

#yeonjun scenarios #beomgyu scenarios #yeonjun smut #beomgyu smut #ficscafe #txt smut #txt scenarios #tomorrow by together scenarios #kpop scenarios #yeonjun #beomgyu #txt yeonjun #txt beomgyu #tomorrow by together #tomorrow by together smut #mine.

[sister-lucifer]

Tim x siren and stealing laundry 👀

so tim x siren:

i’m hesitant to call it an x siren reader, because it doesn’t refer to the siren as ‘you,’ but the siren doesn’t get a name and is meant to be projected onto so whatever

tim has been wandering the wood for days. he’s confused, and scared, and it feels like the forest is changing around him just to keep him trapped. he hasn’t eaten, but he’s not hungry; he hasn’t slept, but he’s not tired; this place is keeping him in stasis. he can’t tell what’s real or not, what’s a trick or a hallucination or what he’s really seeing

eventually one night he stumbles upon a fog-covered lake illuminated by the moon. he squints, and he swears he can see a figure sitting on a rock in the middle of the lake. it’s gone in an instant, though, but tim’s curiosity remains. he walks out onto the dock, taking off his shoes and putting his feet in the water. suddenly something is swimming up to him, and when it emerges it looks almost….human…?

its larger than any human he's met, but not impossibly large. it doesn’t look like mermaids from the fairytales, but it’s definitely not hideous (though he can’t see much between the dark of the night and the hair concealing it’s face)

the encounter turns sensual faster that tim is ready for, but he doesn’t want it to stop. he doesn’t want it to ever end. his addled mind and tired body are both begging to be pleasured just this once.

tomorrow he’ll wake up on the beach dazed and confused, wondering what really happened as he looks over the now clear lake, but for now he’s more than willing to give himself to this generous creature.

stealing laundry isn’t very developed unfortunately.

i haven’t decided a character, but i know i want it to be desperate and probably include a scent kink. whatever character it is, they’re going to be caught hoarding reader’s laundry, and their complete desperation for their attention will be laid humiliatingly bare.

doesn’t that sound lovely?

[if you wanna see more ideas like this you can find the list here]

#i’ve got mail! #fic idea #fic ideas #masky #marble hornets #tim wright #siren reader #masky x reader #tim wright x reader #masky smut

[spinoskingdom875]

The Emerald Coast is a beautiful place to be during the summer. Located next to the Station Square Hotel, with the outskirts of the city not far, the coast is an archipelago of small islands, with beautiful clear water, wonderful sky, palm trees, everything to have a fun and relaxing day at the beach. It was hot at the coast, and everyone enjoyed their drinks, Ice Cream, and some shades.

Tails applied sunscreen on himself, and puts on sunglasses. Tails: Ah, how I missed this place. Sonic: You said it, pal. Beside him was Sonic, lounging on a chair under an umbrella. He sips his drink. Sonic: I really love this place. All the times I ran through here, including the time I found you when you crashed that one time. Tails: Yeah. I wonder if they discarded that heap of junk. Not far, Big sits down with his rod, and begins fishing. Froggy hops off. Big: Don't go too far, little pal. I don't wanna lose you again. Froggy hops and sees Amy and Blaze walk by. Blaze has a drink, while Amy enjoys her Ice Cream. Amy: I knew you would love this place. Blaze: Yeah, it's as beautiful as the new city in Soleanna. She looks down to see Froggy. Blaze: Oh, hello, Froggy. Is Big nearby? Froggy nodded. She sees Big fishing. Amy: Be sure not to wander off on your own, okay? Froggy: Ribbit! Amy: Oh look. They see Cream, Cheese, and Trikey building a Sandcastle. They saw Blaze and Amy and waved. The Pink Hedgehog and Lavender Cat wave back. Blaze: So cute. Amy: Yes, always.

Wave: Okay, time to catch some Waves! She heads for the water after waxing her surfboard. Above Big was a palm tree, with Knuckles hanging on. He observes the beach, as everyone enjoys their time. Down below. Cream: It's almost finished! Trikey: This is so much fun! I never knew sand can be so fun to use! Cream: Before we met you, Cheese and I would come here every summer to swim in the water, and build sandcastles. Trikey: This place sure is amazing. She looks at the first loop. Trikey: What's that? Cream: That's a loop. Mr. Sonic would run through here all the time. One time, He saved Tails when he crashed a plane here. Trikey: Oh dear, I hope Tails wasn't hurt, that sounded scary. Cream: He was alright. He wasn't really hurt after that nasty crash.

Trikey: Can we visit the rest of Station Square later? Cream: Sure, we can do that. It's not really far from here. A big wave rises from the water. Wave rides through it, water splashing on Big. He stared, then shook himself dry. Wave: Heh, sorry about that, Big! Big looks on, then continues to fish. Trikey: I hope she doesn't get our castle wet, it'll be ruined. Cream: I hope so, too. She'll probably surf further out. She grabs her bucket and notices Froggy inside. Cream: Oh. Hi Froggy, what are you doing in my bucket? He looks at the castle made of sand. Cream: Do you like it, we made it together Froggy: Ribbit ribbit! Trikey: What did he say? Cream: he said, "Yes, it's a nice castle."  Trikey: Aw, thank you. You wanna watch us build it, Froggy? Froggy: Ribbit. Trikey: Um, okay, I'll take that as a yes! Charmy: Cool, you're making sandcastles? Trikey: Hey, Charmy. Yeah, do you like it? Charmy: Yeah, nice job. Cream: We're gonna make it really big! Charmy licks his frozen treat. Charmy: Sounds hard, but maybe I can help? Cream: Sure. The more, the merrier. Trikey: And the bigger it'll be!

?: My my, what a wonderful sandcastle. They look up to see Rouge. Cream: Oh, hello, Ms. Rouge. Do you like what we made? Rouge: Why, yes, it looks really nice. Trikey: Thank you, Ms. Rouge. The Bat smiles. Chocola came by with lemonade. Rouge looks at his drink. Rouge: Ooh, Lemonade. This heat is making me thirsty. I should go get a drink. Charmy's Ice Cream drips as he licks. Trikey gasps. Trikey: Careful, Charmy, we don't want our castle to get messy. Charmy: Oops, sorry. Cream: Oh, that reminds me. I'm getting hot from all this building. We should go get something to cool off, too. Trikey: Yeah. Cream calls for Rouge. Cream: Ms. Rouge?! Rouge: Yes? Cream: Can we go with you to get some Ice Cream, please? Rouge ponders. Rouge: Well, I am heading over to the bar now. Alright, darlings. I'll treat you to some Ice Cream.

Cream: Yippie! Let's go, guys! Trikey: Oh boy, Ice Cream! Rouge: Follow me, sweetums! They follow Rouge to the bar. From the tree, Knuckles chuckled and smiles as he scans the entire beach. Knuckles: This place sure did change for the better ever since Perfect Chaos wrecked havoc. I'm glad everything is at peace here once again. It really is nice to relax once in a while. Another wave crashes down, nearly missing the red Echidna. Wave surfs by. Wave: Sorry, again! Couldn't help it! Knuckles sighs, then smiles. Everyone continues to enjoy the rest of their afternoon at the Emerald Coast.

NOTE: Don't re-upload my Pictures anywhere without my permission, please. Thank you. (Credits: 

Sonic the Hedgehog and Friends: (C) Sega & Sonic Team. Logo made by: ShadowNinjaMaster.

#blender #blender 3d cycles #blender cycles #cream and cheese #rouge the bat #trikey the triceratops #sonic the hedgehog #amy rose #knuckles the echidna #miles tails prower #big the cat #emerald coast #wave the swallow #chocola chao #beach #summer

[unluckyhoneybee]

Idea for the vacation part! Bff asking mick to put sunscreen on her and untying her bikini top, teasing him

Part 43. Best friends to lovers. MASTERLIST.

Note: I lost the original prompt, just remember holidays in a tropical or warm place, but gladly got these two to work with.

Bali. Mick had taken you to Bali. The boy had the nerve to pack your stuff and surprised you one morning with plane tickets and now you were in a beautiful beach.

"This is perfect. I could stay here for ever" You said sitting in a hammock. He kissed your hair and took his t-shirt of.

"I'm going for a swim"

"Nothing of that. Come here, mister"

"Why?"

"I don't want you red as a crab in ten minutes. We have to take care of that white skin"

He rolled his eyes.

"It's okay"

"If you don't let me put some cream I won't help put Aloe on you when you have second grade sunburns."

"I won't..."

"Don't make me call Corinna, Mickey"

He rolled his eyes and sat in front of you while you knelt. You carefully put sunscreen over his back and shoulders, massaging his soft skin. He had his eyes closed and a tiny smile.

"You hands feel good, baby"

"I know, honey. Just remind me to put some Ina few hours."

He chuckled softly and turned to you. You softly pressed your lips to his and smiled.

You were like in a little bubble of happiness. The place was beautiful, Mick was looking so good lately, you were in a perfect moment in the relationship, feeling closer then ever.

He put some of your hair behind your ear.

"Your cheeks are pink. Let me put some on you too"

Like two stupid teenagers in love, you put cream on the other's face, giggling and stealing little kisses.

You had observed Mick during the whole morning, how he had complimented your new bikini, the little dress you were wearing, how he had told you how good your legs looked, how his hands had roamed over your sides. So you decided to tease.

"Would you mind putting some on my back?"

"Nope. Turn back, babe"

You turned your back to him, putting your hair in a bun and swinging your ass a bit. You heard him taking a deep breath. You had done nothing but already had him there.

"Okay... Just let me..."

With only a finger, you untied your bikini, pressing your free hand over your tits so it wouldn't fall off.

You couldn't see him, but you knew he would be blushing, lips half open and pupils wide. It was so easy to arouse him.

You heard the cream and suddenly his hands were on you, big palms taking their sweet time. You had closed your eyes and were enjoying the feeling. It felt like heaven. The he reached for your shoulders and neck and you almost faint when one of his hands wrapped around it. You gasped and you let the top fall on your lap.

"YN, baby..."

Opening your eyes, your turned your face to him and gave him a deep and hot kiss. But the boy was worried, his girlfriend was topless laying on him.

"YN, cover yourself"

He had no better idea than to grab your tits and cover them with his own hands.

You laughed and kissed his cheek.

"There is no one, baby"

You turned around, kneeling in front of him and cupping his cheeks.

"You are the cutest."

"I don't want pictures of your tits all over the internet." He muttered on your lips.

"Look around Mick, I would really let you do anything in here"

There was really no one around.

He laughed a bit.

"Wanna go swimming topless?"

"It would be nice" You smiled.

"Just like me"

"Idiot"

"Well, if your are gonna spend the whole day topless, let me..."

Soon his hands were covered in cream and on your tits.

You laughed hard but let him do it anyway. Who cared? You were alone in the middle of paradise, clear sand, blue water and big palm trees your only company for the day.

#Mick schumacher #Ms #Mick Schumacher x reader #Best friends to lovers #Fi fic #Blurb #F1 #Fluff #Smutty