#Just call me Banksy already

[prayforthemantispls]

The Rät strikes once again

Just try and stop him.

#Rat #Rodent #Szczur #Poland #Just call me Banksy already #Art #whiteboard #We keep it real 100%

[unluckyhoneybee]

5 times with Willy Nylander.

Five first times with Willy.

Warning: light smut in one part. +18. The title is quite obvious so...

When he first met you.

A brown ball of fluff passed you running really fast, leaving you a bit confused. But then it stopped and turned around. The dog came running back and jumped on your legs.

"Hey, buddy. Who are you?"

"Grab him!"

You turned around to see a guy running in your direction. He was quite far and had a dog. So you understood this onewas his and was on the run. So you grabbed it's loose leash.

"Are you running from your dad?" You said giggling.

"Oh wow. I thought I'd never catch him"

The guy arrived next to you and gave himself a second to catch a breath. Then he looked up at you and...

"I know you" It slipped past your lips and made his eyes grow wide. "Fuck. Sorry. So rude"

"No, no. Don't worry. You caught Pablo so... Thank you" He smiled big.

You had trapped William Nylander's dog and fucked up its runaway plans.

"Yeah. No problem"

William smiled sweetly at you and looked down at the dog. "Don't you dare to do that again, ever."

You chuckled.

"He wanted to say hi"

"To the squirrels, yeah"

"They seem sweet" You said petting both dogs at the same time.

"They are. Pablo and Bansky, say hi to..."

"YN"

"Wil-" She knows, idiot. "You know me"

You laughed and blushed. "Yeah. I'm a fan. Nice to meet you, William. And you two guys"

"Same, YN." He scratched the back of his head. "And thank you very much. I thought he wouldn't stop ever. I'm really sore and..."

"The game? It was awesome. You guys played amazing yesterday"

He knew he already had heart eyes by then. "Thank you. It was a good game"

"An amazing goal too"

That made him blush and look down at the dogs. Why was he so nervous? You were a fan. He had met thousands. What was different? Apart that the fact that you were beautiful and... You've met many many beautiful fans Willy. Yeah, but you were holding Pablo's leash and it looked good in your hand and... Fucking shit, that's weird Willy.

"Are you okay?" You softly asked with a smile. He was spiralling and you could see his mind working fast.

"Y-Yeah. I am" He nodded quickly. "I am fine. Okay. Just tired."

"Oh" He was actually really cute.

Ask her. Ask her. Ask her. Don't be stupid. Ask her.

"YN"

"William"

"Willy. Call me Willy"

You smiled and nodded. William Nylander wanted you to call him Willy. Cool.

"Can I have your number, YN?"

Heat crept to your cheeks. Could he? Duh. He was fucking William Nylander from the Leafs.

"Yes. Of course you can"

Willy kept himself from jumping around. But smiled happily.

You wrote your number on his phone and gave it back to him.

"I'll text you" He said

"I'll be waiting" Your heart was beating fast.

"I actually have to go. But I would love to meet you again... Whenever you can"

"That's amazing. We'll talk, yeah?"

"Yeah. See you, YN" He smiled at you one last time and then turned around and started walking on the opposite direction.

You lifted your eyebrows and looked at him in awe. This wasn't happening. It must be some kind of joke.

You looked down and Pablo looked up. He moved his head to the side as if he was trying to tell you something. It made you chuckle.

"Willy!"

He was so immersed in his thoughts that you had to call again. He hadn't even noticed Banksy pulling its leash.

"Willy!"

When he turned around, his face turned red like a tomato.

"You forget something" You were walking toward him and Pablo was hurrying.

"Oh fuck"

When you went to your first game.

"Is she here?" Mitch asked.

By then, everyone in the team knew about you. Willy was so in love. Literally in love. He didn't deny it. You had been going out, texting nonstop, sharing stuff, having walks for months already. It had been so natural that the friendship didn't bother him at all. He adored you and he adored being your friend. He wanted more, yes. But he wasn't in a hurry. He was enjoying the whole process, getting to know you and bonding.

"She is"

Mitch squeaked in happiness. "Oh man. We are winning this tonight. You can't embarrass yourself"

He did. Right after scoring, Willy ran over someone and fell in the most ridiculous way. Other time, he wouldn't have care. But this time he knew you were there watching and he wanted the ice to open and swallow him.

"Oh my fucking god" He groaned when Michael hugged him.

"Well done buddy."

They would have a good laugh with this.

To be fair, you thought it was cute. Your friend laughed at you and asked if that was your boy, only making you look away and your cheeks warm.

After the game, you received a text. Because yes, although they had won and wanted to celebrate, Willy had run to text you. Don't leave yet. I want to see you.

It was a strange feeling when someone from security came to pick you up and guided you through the corridors.

"Hey" Willy had the biggest smile when he saw you there. The blue looked so fucking good in you. "You look good"

With a big smile, you turned around and showed him...

"Oh wow" He muttered. So... This is what they talk about. He was feeling so many things. His number looked perfect on you. "I was expecting you with a Tavares jersey"

You chuckled and pulled him in a hug. "You are my favourite, Willy" You whispered in his ear.

He thought he would fall apart right there. "I literally fell again while celebrating"

You laughed and pulled back, pinching his red cheeks.

"That was the cutest shit I've seen"

He laughed. "I can't be cute, I'm a hockey player. I need to be tough.

"Too late, Nylander"

He pulled you closer and for a second you thought he would kiss you. You wanted, of course, you wanted. But there were so many people around, you didn't want your first kiss with him like this. His lips landed on your cheek, though. You let a sigh out and closed your eyes for a second.

"Thank you for coming today" He said sincerely.

You smiled and kissed his cheek. "I will be there whenever you want me to"

"He already has a pass for you!" Someone shouted from the end of the corridor.

You both looked. "That's Mitch Marner" You were talking in whispers, fully aware now of the group of men kids eavesdropping.

"He is. And he is excited about meeting you"

"And why is that?"

"Someone told them about you," Willy said with a playful grin on his lips and a delicate hand sliding around your waist.

"Oh, wow. And who could that be?"

"Pablo"

You laughed hard and Willy thought again of kissing you.

"Do you want to meet my friends?"

"As a fan or as your friend?"

"As my special friend" With that statement, Willy laid his intentions on the table and waited for your response.

Your face couldn't show more happiness. You adored the blonde. Willy had come out of nowhere in your life and turned it upside down and you wanted nothing more than to get closer to him. As close as possible.

"I'd love to"

When you first kissed.

Willy had called you with urgency in his voice. He was desperate and had called various people already, his closest, but none could help him.

"Hey, honey" You said with a calming voice. "What's wrong?"

"Bansky ate something in the park. We have been at the vet's and they said it would be alright but..."

You covered your mouth.

"The game"

"Yeah, I have to leave in less than an hour and I can't leave them here alone. There must be someone keeping an eye on them"

"I'll go" The sigh that left his body was enough to leave him breathless.

"Thank you" He sounded so relieved. "I promise they are both fine, it's just in case."

He called you an uber and soon you were at his house. IT wasn't the first time you were in there, but it would be the first time you were alone. He is your friend. It's fine. IT had been weeks since the game and after the 'special' friend statement but nothing else had happened.

William engulfed you in a big hug once you had left your things in the chair. "You wouldn't believe how thankful I am"

You kissed his cheek and fixed his hair. "Willy, it's fine. You don't need to thank me. I'm more than happy to spend the night here with the boys. We will watch the game and cheer a lot"

His heart went mad.

"I'll send you dinner" He said making you laugh.

"You are cute. But it's alright. Chips, please"

He nodded quickly and kissed your forehead. "Just... call if something happens. Alex's number is on the fridge just in case. He was busy but..."

"Willy, we will be fine. Go or you'll be late"

He kissed your cheek this time and sprinted out.

At first, you felt shy. You were alone, yes. But that was the problem. This was Willy's home. You sat for long in the sofa, waiting for the game to start. Pablo and Bansky were by your side. Then, on one quick run to the toilet, you found a door half-open. You knew you shouldn't, but you found yourself pushing it.

It was messy and it made you chuckle and shake your head. Willy was the master of doing stuff at the last minute. That and the whole thing with Bansky... You could imagine him running around and just throwing stuff out of the wardrobes trying to find the perfect outfit. It made you smile. But something caught your eye. A blue hoodie was discharged in the middle of the bed, still with marks from being folded in the wardrobe. You stuttered before grabbing it. Pulling it close to your nose, you noticed the faint smell of him, of his clothes. "Do you think he'll be angry, Pablo?"

The dog shook his head as if he was answering you. "No? I'll leave it here before he comes. Won't bother much"

You put the hoodie on, getting a warm feeling in your belly. You were his special friend. You talked every day, you said good morning and good night, and he had even started sending you embarrassing reaction selfies and photos of this you may like. It was getting serious, right? Wearing his hoodie while watching his game as you took care of his dogs at his house... Fuck.

You ran back to the sofa and tried to not give much more attention to the topic. It was okay. Everything was fine. It wasn't as if you were head over heels for him. Tss.

Willy opened the door expecting his dogs to come to say hi. But he was only welcomed by the faint sound of the TV.

Lost. They had lost and he was tired as hell. But the moment he stepped out of the ice, he remembered you were at home waiting for him.

He took his shoes off and discharged the bag in the hall, then walked to the living room and his heart stopped. His blanket, his hoodie, his dog, his favourite pillow... You were sleeping at his, lips half open and soft snores filling the room. The TV was low and they were replaying parts of the game. Banksy was sleeping cuddled to you and Pablo had taken the place at your feet. They were carefully covered and his heart warmed at the thought of you making sure they were warm before falling asleep. The night was ending much better than he thought, the only problem was that now he didn't know what to do.

He walked slowly and Pablo woke up. "Tight sleep buddy?" The dog said hi while Banksy woke up. He also said hi and moved a bit when Willy sat on the edge of the big sofa. You stirred in your sleep and brushed your eyes.

"That's so cute" Willy whispered mostly to himself.

Your eyes shot open and you sat straight against the corner of the sofa. "Willy. I fell asleep. Wow. It's so late" You said without even checking the time.

He smiled softly. There was something overcoming him. The was something telling him to pull you closer, to make you his, to finally ask the question. But you pouted and he forgot for a second.

"I'm sorry for the game. You guys did such a great job"

He shrugged. "It's fine, more will come"

You reached to slowly caress his hand, stroking your finger over his cheekbone. He looked exhausted. "I'll get going. You are tired and so are the guys."

You tried to move, but his hand on your leg stopped you. "W-wait a second" He decided to start a stupid conversation so he would have you longer in there. "Everything was fine, right? No problems"

"Nop, they both ate their dinner and Banksy had the medicine" You said with a cute smile.

Fuck it. He thought. Then, he cupped your cheeks, both hands firmly grabbing both sides of your face and his fingers curling around your ears and your hair. You panted softly and your eyes fell on his lips, enough for him to know that it was alright.

The kiss was soft, his lips carefully moved with yours and his tongue made a delicate job to part them. It was nice and slow, you had given yourself the privilege to run your hands over his hair, still a bit wet from the shower. Willy was great at kissing, or maybe it was just you that had been desperate to feel it. But when you both pull back, it was as if time hadn't passed. You bushed your nose with his and pecked his lips softly. The grin that appeared on them showed nothing but pure happiness.

"Don't go, please"

You felt your heart hammering hard in your chest.

"Do you want me to stay?"

"After a shitty game and finding you on my sofa, wearing my hoodie and with my dogs, the only thing that I want is to put some film and cuddle here with you"

You sighed in pure joy and kissed his cheek. "Go and get your pyjamas, then"

Willy smiled too and ran to obey you and be back as soon as possible.

You were left alone and took the opportunity to take a deep breath, then, you looked at Pablo and squeezed him. "Thank you, thank you, thank you" Only because of him, you were the happiest girl on Earth.

When you had your first time together.

You sighed and ran your fingers throw your hair. You had been out with Willy and his friends from the team. Still, you were just his friend. Willy's friend. The one that cuddled with him after games, went out for dinner on random nights, texted nonstop. The one that would sleep at his because yours was far from the bar you had been at.

"All good?" He asked laying a hand on your waist. You nodded and forced a smile. "Sure? Was it the drinks? I told you to not have that thing Michael orders. It's a bomb" He chuckled.

You kissed, cuddled, had long make-out sessions, and clearly had feelings for each other,... But that was it. What was it?"

"YN" You hadn't noticed he has walked away. "Do you want something?"

"Willy"

When you called his name in that serious tone, he stopped walking and looked at you. "What?"

"What are we?" Your voice came out in a whisper. He could barely hear you.

Silence filled the room for long seconds. What were you? He was okay with this, with how things were. But he clearly wanted more. It had been months already but he didn't know what you wanted. Should I ask?

"W-what do you want us to be?"

You sighed and crossed your arms. "To be honest? I want to be your girlfriend."

Willy's head turned. He almost had to grab the closest furniture.

"M-my girlfriend?"

"Yes, Willy."

"Fuck" He breathed out. "I want you to be my girlfriend. Fuck yes. I really do"

A smile broke on your lips.

"Then?"

"Then what?"

"What are you waiting for?"

He laughed and crossed the room. It was quick. Only a second later he had you under him on the sofa, heavy body pressing yours down in the most delicious way.

The kisses were deep and slow. By now, you had already had enough make-out sessions to expertly kiss.

Willy's mind was foggy. You. His girlfriend. His sofa. Your dress hooked up in your hips. You soft hums on his mouth. Those fingers pulling his hair. Fuck.

He pulled back from your lips and kissed his way down to your chest. It was unbelievable. Finally, you were doing this.

The moment he pushed in you the prettiest sound left your mouth. You were pretty sensitive from the orgasm he had just given you. Feeling him push in you so deeply and smoothly made you want to scream. But his lips caught yours and he swallowed the moans.

It was slow and deep, he completely took the hit when you said harder. Willy hooked your leg up and grabbed into the sofa, giving you exactly what you were asking for.

"Oh fuck, Willy" You muttered on his lips. "Fuck, fuck...".

"Yes, baby. I feel it too" He groaned and kissed you hard, tongue and teeth making the kiss messy.

It hit like lighting. Maybe it was the pent-up tension or that you were made for each other, you didn't know, but Willy made you feel like no one had and you almost lose yourself to it. Your head fell back and a loud moan filled the room.

"Yes... You feel so good around me, baby. I'm gonna..."

With a last hard and deep thrust, Willy collapsed on you, nuzzling on your neck and basically begging to be held. Which you did. You hugged him with arms and legs, keeping him impossibly close.

You were both sweaty and probably the sofa would need a good cleanup, but who cared?

"Is it always going to be like this?" He asked with a funny voice.

"I hope so. I haven't waited for months only to get less" You teased.

Willy lifted his head from your neck and kissed your lips. "I wasn't sure if you wanted me as much as I wanted you"

You smiled and brushed his red cheeks. "How could I not?"

When you had your first fight.

"Willy"

He sighed and dried his palms on his trousers.

"YN... Look..."

"There is nothing to look at. That's the fucking problem." You groaned and got up.

"How can you say that?"

"Say what? We don't go out anymore. We don't go on dates. We only stay here or at yours and watch TV" You complained while picking the plates. "Now your whole family is coming to the game and you don't want me to go"

Willy clenched his jaw. He was clear when he told you. He thought it would be easy to understand.

"I got you tickets for you and your friends"

"Yeah, right next to the fucking glass. On the other fucking side of the ice."

"I gave you amazing tickets!"

"I don't want amazing tickets!"

At this point, you both had raised your voice too much.

"Then what the fuck do you want?!"

"To be there with your family! To meet them!"

"You know..."

"Alex. I only know Alex." You cut him quickly.

Silence fell between you too. You were leaning against the counter and Willy was on the table. Both of you had crossed arms and were avoiding looking at the other. You had only been officially a couple for three or four weeks. But many things had changed.

"You don't want me to meet them, is it?"

Willy looked at you. "No. No, it's not. How did you get that in your head"

You sniffed and your arms fell at your sides.

"I- I don't know." You harshly dried a tear. "Since we got together you barely take me out. I suggested many plans. I have told you a thousand times to go out. But you don't want to. Not even to walk the dogs. We were great together before and then we... We stopped." You said defeated. "At first you wouldn't make a move and now you hide me. Do you really want to date me?"

His heart broke in a million pieces. Willy couldn't argue anymore. He got up and slammed his phone next to you. "Check the screenshots" and then walked away.

You felt dumb when he left you alone in your kitchen and flinched a bit when you heard him push something around in the living room. It had only been a pillow.

With shaky hands, you grabbed the phone and went to the gallery. On the screenshots folder, you scrolled down until something caught your eye. Comments from Instagram and tweets. There were pictures, people saying he had a girlfriend, rude comments, and more pictures... Some were of you both, then a couple more from the last roadie when you stayed with the dogs, another one of you walking out of the arena on his jersey, you two walking down the street, you two having dinner... She is ugly; Where did he find that?; Say whatever you want, but I would fuck Nylander's girlfriend; This is why he has performed so poorly; He is not enough of a man for a pretty thing like that; She looks so ordinary; I'm sure he could do better; Another gold digger...

You walked to the living room. Your whole body was shaking. Willy was on the sofa, head on his hands and eyes on closed.

"William" You muttered.

He looked up. You never called him William.

"F-for how long has this been going on"

"Since that night when we went to the cinema" He said.

"What?" That had been your first date as a couple.

"Someone saw us and the rumours started. Then they kept posting photos of us"

"B-but how..." You were confused because you hadn't seen anything. "I didn't know"

"I made sure of that. I'm sorry, but I grabbed your phone after you fell asleep one night. I went down your followers and blocked anything related to us. I'm glad your accounts were already private before. It would be messier. And I got some help from people on the team. There are no articles or stuff like that. It's only on the internet for now" He ran his fingers over his blonde hair. "I'm sorry. But I got scared."

You blinked the tears making your sight blurry.

"Why didn't you tell me? You went all over my phone? Willy..."

"I know. I was scared. I didn't want you to see that shit and decide to leave me. I know it's a lot to carry. That's why I don't want you with my family... They already know who you are, if they see you there they'll see it's serious and... I don't know for how long I can keep them..."

You walked slowly and flopped on the sofa next to him.

"I don't care about what they say about us. I know it's not real" You muttered. "But... If your solution is to hide you are with me..."

Willy looked at you. "I don't want to hide you. I just don't know how to do this better. I haven't been with someone I loved this much"

You saw stars behind your eyes when he whispered the last part.

"Y-you love me?"

Willy nodded. "That's why I did all of this. I know it's not an excuse"

You reached and touched his back, softly travelling up to his neck and then pulling him to your side. He cuddled to your side and leaned his head on your chest.

"I love you too, Willy. And... if you feel it's too soon... I won't go. But... It's the right moment. I want to meet them all, I really want to..."

Willy pulled you closer. "I'm sorry..."

You kissed his forehead and cupped his cheeks. You made him look at you and then softly pecked his lips. "Is it too soon?"

He shook his head. "Haven't we been here for months already?"

"Have we?"

He nodded. "I knew you were the one the moment I saw you"

"You are cheesy"

He chuckled a bit and dried your tears. "I'm sorry for hiding this, going through your phone and everything... I didn't want you to get scared of my life."

"I can take it. We'll do it together. Just... Could you talk to me next time? There is a better solution than going through someone's phone in the middle of the night."

"I really love you, YN"

"I really love you too, Willy"

"I'll change your ticket for-"

You cut him with a slow kiss.

"Can I wear your jersey?"

"I would be really sad if you didn't"

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[misshoneyimhome]

Chapter 5 -

Prologue I 01 I 02 I 03 I 04 I 05 I 06 I 07 I 08 I 09 I 10 I 11 I 12 I 13 I 14.I I 14.II

Summary; a nice walk with the dogs and a good punch in the face can really stir up the deeper emotions of a friendship. 

Tags; William NylanderxOfc, soft!William; “We never go out of style”

Warnings; Probably language (swearing); blood?; Foreign language (Swedish); 

A/N; we’re getting a little more emotional (emotionallier?) and we all know where this is going, and yes, it will be a slow-burn; plus, introducing: Willy Styles;

Words; 4.5K+

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“We keep this love in a photograph”

November, Tuesday, 1st -

On the morning following Halloween, Julia still felt the lingering sugar rush from the previous night's candy hunt. She had indulged a bit too much, but the night had been nothing short of eventful, and she truly appreciated William's hospitality when she’d been out with Phoebe, Tyler, and Keith for trick-or-treating. The kids were completely starstruck by him, and Julia knew that William, both secretly and openly, enjoyed the adoration he received from young fans.

However, today, Julia decided to grant herself a day at home, with the option to work remotely. Andrew had been immensely grateful for her help the day before, allowing him to stay longer at the office. So, granting Julia a day to work from home was the least he could do.

After a quick morning workout, Julia treated herself to a delicious breakfast and a steaming cup of coffee, before she settled down to check her emails. Well, at least that was the plan until a message popped up in her inbox.

williamnylander: shouldn’t you be at work? 😉

William, in his characteristic playful style, had replied to her Instagram story; she'd posted a picture of her early morning at the gym and just now a photo of her Instagram-worthy breakfast.

jjonesss: I am - just working from home 😊 williamnylander: right… “working” from home 😂 jjonesss: Oi! just because some of us don’t lack the ability of discipline williamnylander: … you’re not doing shit, are you? 😂 jjonesss: not one bit  😂🙈 williamnylander: so… you want to come on a walk with Pablo and Banksy? jjonesss: depends… will you also be there? 🤔 williamnylander: yes JJ! They’re MY dogs! 😂 jjonesss: Hm, alright then 😩😂 williamnylander: we can meet at the park? 😊 jjonesss: Sure, just give me 20 😉

And about 20 minutes later, she was all set to join William as she’d bundled up in her warm coat, grabbed her phone, and sent him a text to let him know she was good to go.

At the park, she found William already there, hanging out with Pablo and Banksy.

“Hello Wonka, how are you," Julia greeted him with a warm grin as she approached.

“Oh no, please don’t call me that,” William returned the smile. "Ready for a walk?"

"As ready as I'll ever be," she replied, amused.

With the dogs leading the way excitedly, they set off on their morning stroll through the tranquil park. The crisp Autumn air was refreshing, and they chatted away like old friends.

"So, any big plans for today?" William asked, a playful glint in his eye.

Julia chuckled. "Nah, just some work and then maybe catching up on a few shows. How about you?"

William shrugged. “Just practice later this afternoon."

Julia appreciated the simplicity of the moment. As they chatted and the dogs bounded around them, she couldn't help but treasure the genuine friendship that was growing between them. It felt easy and comfy, like they'd known each other way longer than a couple of months.

"Willy, mind moving aside a bit? I want to snap a video of Pablo and Banksy," Julia said playfully.

"You don't want me in it?" William asked, with a grin.

"Eh, sure, if you don't mind," Julia replied with a warm smile. "But it's going on my story."

"Sure, then trust me; you'll get more likes than ever."

Julia whipped out her phone, framing both William and the dogs in the shot.

He grinned and posed, while Pablo and Banksy continued their playful antics, completely oblivious to the video recording.

The dogs chased each other and explored their surroundings, while William and Julia strolled alongside, their laughter making another video come alive.

Julia eventually stopped recording, feeling content with the snippet of their little morning adventure.

And William couldn't resist teasing her. "You're turning into quite the influencer, JJ."

"Just trying to capture the fun moments in life,” she smiled.

William smiled, liking her approach. While laughing and giggling, he even started to pose for more pictures, and he took a few of her as well.

They continued their walk for a bit before William suggested grabbing something to drink.

"You look pretty good, actually," Julia said as they sat down outside by a coffee shop, their warm drinks in hand after the walk.

William playfully quipped, "Don't I always?"

"Ha-ha, very funny,” Julia laughed. “But you do look quite pretty in that outfit.”

Julia couldn't help but notice William's impeccable street style. He was seriously fashionable, especially compared to her usual outfits, which ranged from business attire with heels for work to casual jeans, a T-shirt, a blazer, and either trainers or heels.

William chuckled at Julia's observation. "Well, you know, I try to stay up to date with the latest trends. Got to live up to the 'Willy Styles' nickname, right?"

Julia took a sip of her warm drink, her gaze drifting over William's stylish outfit. His effortlessly cool look stood out against her own.

"I've got to admit, you've got quite the fashion sense. You always look like you just stepped out of a fashion magazine,” she offered him a genuine compliment.

William grinned, clearly flattered. "Well, you know, it's part of the job. Being in the public eye, you kind of get used to it.”

“Oh boy, please you need to work on your confidence,” Julia joked sarcastically. “Well, at least, that moustache of yours…”

“What, you don’t like my stache!” William asked with a grin.

Julia burst out in laughter and shook her head. “It’s just really not to my liking,” she said with a slightly cringed expression. “I like the scruff better.”

William chuckled. “Well, I like it - and so do a lot of ladies,” he winked. “What I don’t get is how you manage to walk in those high heels."

Julia chuckled. "It's pure talent, baby."

Their conversation flowed on, discussing fashion preferences and favourite styles, all while they enjoyed their warm drinks and each other's company, with the dogs contentedly resting at their feet.

As they walked back and came to the part where they’d had to part ways, William turned to Julia.

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” he asked.

Julia nodded. “Of course, now that Charlie and Auston are becoming somewhat of an item, believe me, we’ll probably be at most home games,” she joked.

William chuckled at her remark as they hugged goodbye.

**

“A grown-up woman, should never fall so easily”

Wednesday, 2nd - PHI 2 @ TOR 5

Charlie was quick to finish her work and pack her bag, eager to get out of the door, and Julia couldn't help but chuckle at her friend's enthusiastic behaviour. She understood why, though – Charlie was looking forward to seeing her lover boy, Auston, play at tonight's home game.

Their situation-ship was beginning to evolve into a relationship, but despite the incredible sex and talks, neither of them was ready to label it.  

Julia found it endearing, though. She hadn't seen anyone so in love since she had been in a loving relationship herself. A part of her missed that warm feeling of having someone love her and coming home to share her day with. But whenever she thought of Ezra, those feelings quickly faded. No, she still wasn't entirely ready. She wanted to focus on her career and herself.

Although, she had been out with Charlie and some other co-workers a couple of times now, chatting with a few guys, which had been fun. But she just didn't want to get deeply involved in anything like that for the time being.

As the girls arrived at the arena, they quickly found the other friends and partners and enjoyed the game. It wasn't as thrilling as some of the other games had been, but the Leafs secured a magnificent win over the Philadelphia Flyers.

Following the match, Charlie practically sprinted down to the locker room to congratulate Auston on his amazing performance. He had managed to score three goals; one assisted by William and two assisted by Mitch. John Tavares had secured the other two goals.

While Charlie and Auston were caught up in a heated make-out session, Mitch and Mo stood nearby, casually discussing the game.

Julia caught eyes with William, who was playfully chatting with Rasmus and Tim. She managed to overhear a couple of their Swedish words but not well enough to fully understand their conversation. She could only grasp a couple of short sentences like "vi var bara och drack en kaffe tillsammans" (we were just having a coffee together) and "vi har bara lite kul" (we're just having fun). A small part of her thought William might be talking about her, but amidst the noise and her limited ability to understand Swedish, she dismissed the thought.

-

After all the players had finished up in the locker room, Julia then found herself standing alone in the car park, waiting for an Uber.

Charlie had naturally gone home with Auston, which meant that Julia had to find her own way back. Truth be told, she didn't mind at all. She was genuinely happy for the young couple, and besides, she was accustomed to being independent by now.

Caught up in her thoughts, she paid no attention to her surroundings, and out of the blue, she could feel a person's hand on her waist, making her jump and scream loudly as she per reflex swung her arm around and hit the person right in the face.

“Oh, fuck!” William exclaimed as he took his hand to his nose after Julia had panicky punched him.

“Shit! Fuck, Willy,” Julia shouted as well as she, in all surprise, turned around to see the blond Swede holding onto his hurting nose. “What the fuck were you doing?”

William shook his head lightly and blinked a couple of times. He could feel his nose bleeding, so he tilted his head back.

“What do you mean?” He shouted. “You hit me.”

“Well, you can't just sneak up on a woman like that in a parking lot at night!”

“You don’t say,” he remarked sarcastically, trying to hold his head back.

“Shit, Willy… perhaps we should go back in and take a look at that?” Julia timidly suggested as she could see that the blood flow didn’t seem to stop.

William simply nodded, and they made their way back into the arena and into the locker room, where Julia picked up some tissue paper for William to hold against his nose.

Both feeling calmer again after the adrenaline rush, William sat down in his stall, and Julia squatted in front of him to take a closer look.

“Don’t worry, love, I don’t think we messed up your pretty face too badly,” Julia softly chuckled. “Not more than usual, of course.”

William let out a small laugh. “Well, I guess you really are a big, tough girl, who can take care of herself, huh,” he smiled, making Julia laugh along.

They sat there for a moment in silence as Julia cleaned up William’s bloody face, their eyes occasionally locking.

“I’m sorry,” she spoke softly.

“It’s alright,” William replied, matching her low tone of voice.

“It was a good punch though.”

William simply chuckled, “It was.”

There was another moment of silence. William kept staring at Julia, who was more occupied with cleaning his face. He couldn’t help but enjoy their closeness. It had been a while since they'd been this near, and something about her still had a hold on him. Maybe it was the way her sweet perfume smelled so good, reminding him of their first encounter; or simply her sweet smile that always got to him whenever they spend time together.

The past couple of weeks had been nothing but amazing. William enjoyed every moment with Julia, even though it was just as friends. She was unlike many other girls he’d ever been with; she wasn’t desperate or needy around him, and there wasn’t much drama or gossip about other women. She was just so cool and relaxed. Much like himself.

In that fleeting moment of gentle intimacy, William couldn't restrain himself, and almost instinctively, he leaned in closer to Julia.

However, she avoided him. Tilting her head back slightly, she avoided what could perhaps have become a tender kiss. 

"What are you doing?" Julia asked softly, a hint of surprise in her voice as she leaned back.

"Shit... Sorry, JJ," William chuckled, slightly embarrassed. "I don't know why I did that." He tried to brush off the awkward moment.

"It's okay," she replied, still a bit puzzled by the unexpected gesture.

A brief silence settled between them.

"Can I ask you something?" William suddenly spoke up, and Julia removed the tissue paper as his nosebleed appeared to have stopped.

"Sure."

"Why haven't you told anyone about us?" William's expression was gentle as he posed the question.

Julia offered him a friendly smile and a small shrug. "I'm not really sure..."

"Are you embarrassed by me?" he inquired, partly joking but also genuinely curious.

Embarrassed? How could she possibly be embarrassed about having slept with an attractive hockey player?

"Of course not," Julia offered a little smile. "I mean... not about you, at least," she admitted softly, glancing down at the tissue in her hand.

"Then what is it about?" he asked, slightly searching for an explanation.

Julia bit her lower lip, wrestling with whether to share her feelings with William. Ultimately, she decided to open up.

"Maybe I just felt embarrassed about the whole situation," she admitted softly. "Embarrassed that I'd felt a bit hurt, just because of a simple one-night stand."

She had felt embarrassed, indeed. Embarrassed that she had developed feelings for a complete stranger so quickly, embarrassed that she had let her guard down when she knew she probably couldn't handle being hurt so soon again.

"A grown-up woman shouldn't fall so easily," she added, looking away from him.

William offered her a soft smile, attempting to meet her eyes. He wanted to say something, to delve deeper into her emotions, but he found himself at a loss for words.

Julia shook her head and then looked at him. "What about you - have you told Rasmus and Tim?"

William shook his head. "No... only Alex knows, because, well he was there that night - and no, I'm not embarrassed about you either," he chuckled.

"Then why not?" she inquired, forcing herself to look up at him. "Isn't it just typical locker room talk?" She smiled.

William simply shrugged. "I figured maybe you wouldn't want me to... Besides, it's not really any of their business."

Julia nodded slightly. "Thank you, I appreciate it."

"I don't know why I did it," William admitted softly.

"Did what?" Julia asked, her curiosity piqued.

"Left... that morning.”

"Willy, you don't have to explain yourself... we've talked about it," Julia reassured him.

"I know, it's just..." William paused. "I just don't want you to think badly of me. I'm usually not the kind of guy who'd just leave women like that."

Julia was taken aback by his honesty and willingness to discuss this. She had always assumed he was a bit of a playboy, capable of casually moving on from one woman to the next. But now, as she considered it, she realised she had never actually seen him with other women nor heard him discuss his dating life. Perhaps he wasn't as bad as she had initially thought. 

Julia looked down for a moment, collecting her thoughts, before raising her gaze to meet William's eyes. "I don't think of you like that - at least not anymore," she spoke softly. "You're an amazing person, Willy."

William let out a small sigh of relief, as if a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. He felt a strong urge to share more with her, to be completely honest about his feelings.

"I think, I got scared," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. Julia furrowed her brow in confusion. "I've never liked a girl like that... the way I liked you that night," he continued.

"So, you protected yourself," she finished his thoughts, and he nodded. "Yeah, I know a thing or two about that," she admitted, and they both shared a warm-hearted moment of understanding and soft intimacy.

Their eyes remained locked in a tender gaze, unspoken emotions flowing between them. Julia wasn't sure what exactly she felt for William, but she couldn't deny that he had a way of getting close to her, of igniting warm feelings within her. It was like an unexplainable magnetism that drew her towards him, not necessarily in a romantic or sexual sense, but in a comforting and soothing way. Everything about William Nylander seemed amazing to her - except perhaps for his moustache.

William returned her smile, his eyes soft and genuine.

"Maybe we should get out of here?" he suggested with a chuckle, and she agreed. They both rose from their positions and walked back into the car park.

As they strolled towards William's car, he offered Julia a ride home. "Yeah, I believe you owe me that," she teased with a wink.

"Me? Do I owe you? You were the one who hit me," he laughed.

"Yes, well, because you startled me," she countered with a laugh of her own. “Besides, my Uber has left, because we needed to clean up your pretty face.”

"Fair point - well, get in," he said, opening the door to his large Volvo.

To Julia's surprise, William drove straight to her flat. He didn't even ask her for her address, which made her wonder: did he really remember it from that night? And apparently, he did.

"Thank you, and again sorry for the punch," Julia smiled as William parked the car in front of her apartment building.

"It’s alright," he chuckled, and they shared a warm hug before she left the car.

***

Thursday seemed to have flown by, and before she knew it, it was Friday; the day, that Julia had planned a special surprise for Tyler. She had managed to arrange a date for him to go ice skating with William at the players’ training rink.

William had somehow secured some private ice-time at the rink for personal training. It was a perk that players could occasionally enjoy with their family and friends when the rink wasn't in use for professional training or games.

Julia had made the arrangement rather spontaneously together with William; but to their delight, it did prevent Tyler from telling it to everyone at school.

As the evening approached and Julia and Andrew finished their work for the day, Tyler was already packed and eager to meet up with his new idol: William Nylander. He had all his skating gear ready and couldn't wait to show William the skills he had acquired during his training.

"Hey guys," William greeted warmly as the four of them arrived at the rink.

"Hey, William!" Tyler exclaimed, practically bouncing at the entrance.

"Hi, Wonka," Phoebe said in her sweet little voice, and William couldn't help but smile. He didn't really like the nickname, except when it came from Phoebe.

Julia smiled at William and expressed her gratitude once again for the opportunity.

"Of course, JJ. I'd do anything to impress you, remember," he teased playfully as they headed to find some skates.

Julia chuckled in response, while Andrew was already engrossed in work emails on his phone.

Tyler, with a little assistance from William, got his skates on and was ready to hit the ice. He wasted no time in confidently gliding onto the players' training rink, eager to show off his skating skills to William.

"Looking good, buddy!" William called out from the side-lines as he laced up his own skates.

"So," Julia began, giving William a mischievous look, "where are Pablo and Banksy?"

William chuckled. "At home, JJ."

"What? I only came along to spend time with them," she explained in a mock serious tone, which elicited a laugh from William.

"Yeah, well, I thought about bringing them, but then I knew you'd never come onto the ice - you'd just be sitting here the whole time," William smirked.

"Well, yes, that was the plan," Julia smiled. "I'm not skating, Willy."

"Yes, you are."

"No," she protested, but she could already tell that she’d lost the battle, as William had a pair of skates prepared for her. "How do you even know my size?"

"Lucky guess, I suppose," he smirked and gave Julia a wink, making her roll her eyes.

"William, I can't - I'd fall," she said with a softer voice.

"Well, then you'll just have to get back up again," he replied, rising from his seat and coming over to squat in front of her. "Come on, I'll help you out."

Julia relented, nodding lightly, and allowed William to help her put on the skates - which, annoyingly enough, fit perfectly. It felt like a true Cinderella moment, and William didn't hide his pride in having made a lucky guess.

It wasn't that Julia was bad at skating; she had tried it many times during her childhood, and she rarely fell. But she always felt insecure when skating, and the last time she fell, she had fallen hard and almost broken her wrist.

She gazed at William as he tied her laces. A warm feeling spread through her as they sat so close, and he knelt in front of her, helping her in his area of expertise. She couldn't help but feel emotional and touched by his generosity and care. He was truly a friendly person who wanted to create good times with his close friends.

"There you go," he said softly as he finished tying the second skate. "How do they feel?"

Julia was a bit mesmerised as he looked up at her, and their eyes locked. His blue eyes sparkled, and his calm demeanour made her feel comfortable and at ease. "Great... they feel great," she spoke softly, forcing herself back to reality.

"Good, they might feel a little tight at first, but that's just for good support."

Julia nodded. "It's all good," she smiled. They sat there for a few more seconds before they were interrupted by Tyler.

"Hey, are you guys coming?" he shouted out of excitement.

"Yeah, I'm right behind you, buddy," William chuckled. 

"Perhaps you should skate a few rounds with Tyler first," Julia smiled. "I'll join you in a bit, once I've summoned up some courage."

William offered her a soft smile and nodded before jumping onto the ice to join Tyler for a few rounds.

What’s the matter with me, Julia wondered. It was like all her feelings for William were being stirred up again, and she didn't know how to handle it.

‘No, nothing's going on’, she convinced herself. He was just being a really good friend, and they'd spent a lot of time together, bonding really well. It was all just friendly.

"Are you okay, Auntie J?" Phoebe asked softly sitting next to her, which made Julia shake her head.

"Yes, baby, I was just thinking," she explained, offering the young girl a soft smile, who then returned to playing on the iPad.

After about 10 minutes of William and Tyler skating back and forth, with William showing Tyler some techniques, they decided to race from the opposite end to where Julia and Phoebe were sitting. William let Tyler win - but only just.

"This is amazing, William!" Tyler shouted as they stood by the bench.

"So, am I your favourite player now?" William asked playfully.

"Oh yes, definitely!"

Julia couldn't help but chuckle at the two boys' interaction.

"So..." William said as he turned to Julia, who raised an eyebrow in response to his smirk. "Are you ready, JJ?"

"Nope, but I probably never will be," she smiled.

"Come on!" Tyler shouted as he set off again to skate around the ice.

Julia let out a sigh and got up from her seat, while Andrew joined Phoebe on the bench.

"I promise I'll catch you if you're about to fall," William reassured her in a gentle tone.

"Thanks - but if you haven't noticed, I don't really trust people that easily," she half joked, as she placed one foot onto the ice while gripping tightly to stabilise herself.

"Oh, I've noticed," William chuckled. "But don't worry, I've got you," he said, placing a hand on her arm and holding her securely, encouraging her to let go.  

Julia softly nodded and released her hands, relying on her feet and William to support her. She wobbled a bit at first, but true to his promise, William held her securely, ensuring she didn't fall. It felt like a crazy friendly trust test.

Slowly, they began to skate, with William demonstrating the best techniques for moving her feet, bending her knees, and maintaining her balance with her back slightly forward. She caught on quickly. Before long, they were gliding around in circles, laughing, and talking, while Tyler expended all his energy practicing everything William had shown him. Julia even had the confidence to take out her phone and send a snap to Charlie, only having to hold on to him a couple of times.

William felt a sense of delight having Julia around. While he genuinely wanted to be a good friend and help Tyler with his skating session, there was also a part of him that wanted to impress her. He wanted to show her his best side, to demonstrate that he was there for her, and that he would catch her, both on and off the ice, if she ever stumbled.

They skated for a while before deciding it was time to wrap up for the night. Tyler was radiating with joy, unable to contain his excitement and chatting as they removed their skates. William couldn't help but chuckle at the young boy's enthusiasm and shared his best advice on how to become a professional hockey player.

Julia could see that he took pride in embracing his role as a role model in Tyler's eyes.

And as they stood outside in the cold autumn air, waiting for Andrew to finish his phone call, Julia smiled at William.

"Thank you for today - it truly meant a lot to all of us."

"No problem, it was fun for me too," he replied with a smile. "I always love showing off my skills."

Julia chuckled at his confidence. "I'm sure you do. By the way, how's your nose?"

"All better," he smiled softly. "But I think it deserves an apology."

"And how would you like me to do that?" Julia chuckled.

"I guess, a meal at Sugo's would be perfection," he playfully suggested.

Julia laughed at his cheeky demeanour but sighed playfully. "I'm sure we can work that out," she replied with a friendly wink.

They bid each other goodbye with hugs before parting ways, with William heading to his own car.

“Sugo's would be perfection” William mumbled; mentally mocking himself for that foolish comment.

-

In the evening, William found himself unable to suppress a smile as he watched Julia's Instagram stories and Snapchats of their time on the ice. He even shared some of the content on his own social media as well.

Their friendship had already become a little known to the public, though William knew Julia wasn’t much for the spotlight. They’d both shared a couple of pictures of their times together, but also underlined that it was just as friends; not wanting to give the public the wrong impression.

Although William was very aware of how he spoke and of what he published, he just simply wanted to share his good moments with Julia. She was simply so sweet and kind; her laughter was like sweet music to his ears, and he couldn't help but feel a warm, comforting sensation whenever he thought about the moments they had shared together so far.

#william nylander fic #william nylander imagine #toronto maple leafs fic #nhl hockey imagine #nhl fanfiction #toronto maple leafs #willy styles #william nylander #we never go out of style

[clinically-not-straight]

I think banksy isn't a particularly great person in regards to what he has shown me about art and design stuff. Like, sure he made it to the top from being a street artist/graffitist, cool as shit, love to see a guy winning. Less of a fan of the bit where he started pretty much just making cool looking stuff for rich people and not being a graffitist.

This isn't me saying he shouldn't have changed or progressed; good for him, etc. I am saying his work has became gentrified. See, Banksy was a graffitist, like that guy that lives near you that draws dicks on bins or the one that did a really good spray of a cartoon character at your local skatepark. Now, that is illegal, even in most skateparks, and i wouldn't care about that if it wasn't the reason for my first issue.

So, if you get seen graffiti-ing you get arrested or whatever, even if you're on a public wall where people are allowed to, because nobody knows that those are a thing half the time and assume you're a criminal (not that I'd care if you were). After you make your shit its not over still because now you get chucked into this lot of people that are considered vandals because they dared to draw something on a wall, you're now in the same lot of people that smash up bus stops for no reason, isn't that fair?

Now, banksy is banksy so he doesn't get that same treatment. He gets praised for it, and his work get protected, unlike most graffiti. So now just he is allowed to graffiti shit, him and his team, apparently there are a few of him now. But at least that's the end of it, at least he's just some guy that is allowed to graffiti because he transcended the law, good on him.

Anyway, its not just that, number 2 is he is gentrification incarnate. People started protecting the areas his work was on and selling it and shit (I don't quite remember the details of that, but apparently people tried to sell the walls themselves)

(From my stupid fucking friend, luv u bby)

So he's a lil bit corporate, but that can't be on prupose right? Like, you wouldn't just make artwork that vaguely gestures toward having some kind of meaning whilst not addressing said thing that the meaning should address, right? You wouldn't use vagueness as a means of making something palatable to corporate fucks whilst also removing any depth to it, right?

Banksy come on man.

I can imagin that bouquet as a pepsi can and it has more meaning there. The satire, underlying message, just a bit of the funny.

The vagueness of it all really serves as a nice mask for it. This came from a thing that says "Banksy advocates for peace" what peace? Where? In regards to what? That looks like a rioter; it seems like the government pissed people off a bit too much and the rioter is reacting adequately. The headlining plus the image make it seem like Banksy is calling rioter out for being violent, but I'll put it down to the headline being a headline. Here's another:

See now because I know my deal with recycling and stuff I can say this is about microplastics and how melting plastic for recycling isn't great still because of the fumes and shit, and I think that's great. But let's be real here, what is it actually saying? Its probably more along the lines of "man, things are kinda bad, but this kid has childlike wonder so he doesn't notice. You are the kid and you don't see the bad" or something like that.

But maybe its not and maybe he's being genuine. Maybe plastic being thrown into our atmosphere is a big deal to him. I want to see it as that, so I'm gonna, I think.

Don't those fences look a bit oddly placed though? Round the sides of the graffiti, them ones... well that leads me onto an entirely new point.

What is graffiti?

According to the American Heritage Dictionary of the English Language one definition is "a form of vandalism involving painting, text or images in public spaces"

So the crime thing from the start, yeah whatever, you already mentioned that dipshit.

So what the fuck is this headline then? Is banksy's art not graffiti? When does it become socially acceptable art? Isn't it a thing in graffiti that we're aware nothing is permanent so that's why people draw over others' shit? Why can't we play by his rules and draw too? That doesn't seem fair.

You know, I've saw things about banksy's work getting done in an alley once, there was a layer of plastic added onto it so that people wouldn't vandalise the vandalism. Apparently passing graffiti artists would piss on it as they went by. Again, apparently, I cannot find where I saw that but its incredibly funny.

But note that headline, "Banksy Art in Folkestone Vandalised by Graffiti." Where is the cut off point here? Why is that one art and the other is graffiti? Why does Banksy's get called art and the others get called vandalism? To clarify, Banksy's work, because of how known and unknown he and his team are, is called art, without question from news sources and headlines and shit. Yes, I do remember there was initially a whole thing about him just being some guy, but now he's celebrated for it, and that's what I'm drawing attention to here.

Even the BBC addresses it, his work is something that should be considered vandalism but isn't. Someone liked it, then rich people started picking up on it and now people have tried selling walls because of it.

So maybe this isn't so much a comment on Banksy...

Arguably, to me at least, this is more of a comment on the audience his work has garnered. Do I think his work is bad? No, actually. In fact, even if the symbolism or imagery means little to me in some places, I'd argue they're really good, I know what I'm thinking of when I think of his work and for such a reason, they stick. The colour usage is fine, the stencils used are probably ones he cut himself, he's home-made. It's all not that bad.

The issue is simply the audience it has gained. A large proportion of it are people that hate graffiti but love banksy, a graffiti artist; already you can see the issue. Most of them are little rich weirdos that love graffiti as long as its up to a certain standard and isn't on their property, then they can have it phoographed and put on a canvas in their house, on their wall, in their property... you can see the point I'm getting at with the sort of people I see enjoying his work.

I do think his work wouldn't garner the same audience if it weren't the way it were. The rioter with a bouquet for example; you can see it as a call for peace, which is incredibly shallow and is blaming somebody that has been dicked over by the system, as many people would, especially with the piece being out there in public for everyone; you can alternatively make the comparison the bouquet throwing mirrors the throwing of flowers n shit at the end if races, a congratulation for being remembered as a tyrant or whatever. But because the piece, to my knowledge, has not had much meaning applied to it explicitly, by banksy, then the public makes the meaning, and the public has decided its a call for peace.

Simply put, banksy is not necessarily a bad artist but the audience that decides on the worth of his work aren't great in discerning a message from art. We know war is bad, we know our government is fucking us, but I'm sure you can come up with something more creative than that.

Fucking sick that Banksy got where he is, he somehow beat the law and is loved for it, came up from nothing, and is still pretty much unknown. Love that for him. I just think his audience could use some work.

Oh yeah and he's from Bristol which is unacceptable.

#so I don't hate banksy I suppise #but his artwork qhen mixed with his audience leaves a lot to be desired #don't even get me started on the shredder thing #cool as fuck but didn't it make the pic worth more? #banksy #graffiti #street art

[amugoffandoms]

GUESS WHO'S BACK BACK AGAIN

anyways here's me catching up on day twelve for milgramtober!!

Who is Cupid?

He often appeared as a winged infant carrying a bow and a quiver of arrows whose wounds inspired love or passion in his every victim.

Was Cupid careless?

Although some literature portrayed Cupid as callous and careless, he was generally viewed as beneficent, on account of the happiness he imparted to couples both mortal and immortal to see.

What is a "love rat"?

Journalists sometimes use love rat to refer to a man who treats his partner in a cruel way, especially by having sexual relationships with other people.

Love Rat by Banksy

Love Rat serves to remind us of love's potential to induce pain and suffering, as well as joy and pleasure.

It's surprising when Mahiru first hears it.

The Warden, Es, called everyone here in this very prison a murderer.

Her? A murderer?

She... she hasn't even done anything wrong!

At least, she doesn't think so.

She hasn't murdered anyone at all! So, why is Es under the impression that she has?

Mahiru will just have to pretend that she hasn't because she isn't a murderer!

Unless... They count what happened to her boyfriend as...

No! There's no way. It wasn't her fault that happened. He said it wasn't her fault. Right? Right??

Their love was beautiful until the very end.

...He just... got too close and she was too much.

...maybe it really is what her murder is.

...

Then, she'll just have to convince Es that they're wrong and she didn't murder her boyfriend because she couldn't have!

Their love was... was like if Cupid shot them both straight through the heart! They loved each other and they both knew it was fate! So... there's no way it could be her fault.

They were happy. They were so happy.

Everything they did was beautiful.

They were in love. That's all that matters.

Except when it didn't.

When Mahiru's words didn't convince Es their love was beautiful.

When the voices came, condemning her love

When they said that she did everything wrong. That she treated her boyfriend cruelly. (She didn't! They loved each other!)

They said she was dangerous, that she murdered to have her boyfriend's love. (She wouldn't hurt him...! They both already loved each other, too! He said it was fate. She believed it.)

They said she murdered everyone he ever loved. (Why would she do that...?)

They said she lied to herself and pretended they were in love when they weren't. (They were! Please believe her!)

None of that is true...! None of those thoughts about their love are true!

So, why does everyone think if is...?

Why does Es think it is?

Why do the voices think it is?

...whar about her thoughts? Aren't they important enough to be heard?

She... she knows she did something wrong. She knows her boyfriend was suffering in some way. (Maybe she was just blind to it until now. Maybe she just thought it was part of love.)

But, they were happy, weren't they...?

...so, why does everyone want to say they never were?

#mug writes #milgram #milgramtober2023 #milgram fanfic #milgram fanfiction #mahiru shiina #shiina mahiru #you know when you keep fallinf asleep before tou post somefhing thsts me this week BSBSHDHF #this one is pretty short because i wasnt sure how to write this #im gonna post kazui's later o7!

[willyismybicycle]

Title: stay with my tonight, I'll be your alibi (Part 7 of the earth, the sky, the sea) >> AO3 Link Rating: Explicit Pairing: Auston Matthews/William Nylander, William Nylander/Kyle Dubas Tags: POV Alternating,complicated relationships, Willy dealing some angst

Summary:

They play Pittsburgh - they play Kyle Dubas. Willy deals with the aftermath of feeling like he's being forgotten.

They haven’t talked. 

There’s a lot of things that they should probably talk about, like does Auston want all the sweaters he keeps leaving here? But then he thinks about Auston meticulously packing up his stuff around the apartment and he drops that thought immediately. 

It’s stupid. He’s the one that walked away, but he slips on one of those sweaters now, tucks his nose into the collar. 

He cleans his apartment. He can’t bring himself to pack anything of Auston’s away, but he can at least turn the photographs so it doesn’t feel like Auston’s watching him have his pathetic post-breakup meltdown. Or whatever. 

He hasn’t had to do this before. Before Auston, there was Kyle and despite their back and forth, that relationship just came to a natural end. And then Kyle left. 

Will wasn’t — isn’t — the type of person who can do long distance for the majority of the year. He needs to be touched and held and told he’s loved face to face. 

He misses Auston so much already it aches but he knows it was for the best. 

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Auston doesn’t know what he’s supposed to think, or say, or do. He’s just been staring at the last messages between him and Will.

It was all so normal. 

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Will tries not to react when Mitch turns away before he’s even done speaking. Fine. Fuck you, too. 

He settles himself — that’s now what he thinks about Mitch. He just doesn’t like what this is doing to him. Doesn’t like that it makes him bitter and unfocused, doesn’t like that it makes him love the game less. 

Doesn’t like that it makes him want to fucking himself headfirst into the incoming traffic of his emotions.

Don’t do it. Don’t do it.

He does it anyway. 

“Willy?” 

“Hey. Do you wanna meet me in an hour?”

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The air in his lungs just vanishes. Not exhaled, not stolen in some romantic manner. Just gone. 

He tries not to feel anything. At all. 

He fails. 

“Hi Willy,” Kyle says, his voice soft and soothing. 

“Hey,” he responds, stepping back so Kyle can enter. 

“I was surprised to see you call.”

“Uh, yeah, I’m —” What was he? Sad? It seems more complicated than that. “I just — wanted to see if you were okay.”

“Of course. Always am.” Kyle gives him a small smile — but it’s tired. So fucking tired. 

Willy feels for him, really, because he knows it’s not okay. It never is. “You don’t have to lie to me,” he says. It comes out softer than intended. It sounds too much like he cares. 

And he does. He wants Kyle to be happy, he wants Kyle to have everything that Kyle deserves and has worked for. 

He wants Kyle to win. Just not tonight, and somehow, that makes him feel guilty. It shouldn't, but it does. 

Kyle shrugs. “It’s the game. You know how it is.”

That’s as close to I’m not okay as Kyle will ever get, he supposes. Pablo shoves his face between Will’s legs to look up at Kyle.

“Yeah, but —” he pauses as he watches Kyle take his jacket off. Kyle looks good. “But it still… sucks.”

Yeah, he’s super articulate tonight. 

Banksy pushes past both of them to try and jump on Kyle. He should probably stop that, but Kyle’s smiling down and cooing Banky’s name and Will’s going to lose his whole ass mind. 

“Drink?” He offers instead, trying not to tune his hearing into every step and every breath Kyle takes. 

“Just water‘s fine.”

It feels a lot like their last conversation. 

“How is everything?” Kyle asks, and well, isn’t that a loaded fucking question. 

“Fine,” he says, even though it’s so far from the truth. 

And of course Kyle knows. Neither of them let go of the bottle as Will goes to hand it over. His fingertips are cold from the water, but Kyle’s hand feels like a bonfire, warm and enticing.

“Willy.” 

He lets go. Kyle lets go. 

The water bottle drops with a dull thud. And then Kyle’s holding him. 

His first inhale feels like he’s underwater, and he chokes it back out, all the anger and sadness inside of him just pouring out of him. 

“I’ve got you, baby, I’ve got you.” 

And he does. Kyle does have him, arms strong and unmoving around Will’s heaving shoulders. 

“It’s okay, it’ll be okay,” Kyle continues. “Just let it out.” 

So he does. 

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“Do you want…”

“Yes,” Will responds, cutting off the rest of the sentence. 

“Are you sure, baby? I mean — Auston?”

He huffs at the name. “Fuck Auston,” he says bitterly, trying to pretend like he isn’t wearing one of Auston’s shirts right now.  

Kyle’s eyebrow arches, but he doesn’t push. He doesn’t make Will feel stupid about it, he just pushes closer and closer until the two of them are tumbling onto the couch. 

“Please, Kyle, I —”

“Gotta get outta your head. I know, baby.” 

“Just — please.” His eyes burn with the embarrassment of it all — of breaking down in front of his ex, who he’s supposed to show that everything’s fine. But instead he’s almost hyperventilating as he asks for some form of salvation. 

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He forgets about Auston, for a second. He forgets everything, really. 

His own name. Where he is. What he’s doing. 

Kyle blows him so good he nearly blacks out. Then he fucks Will’s face like he’s not about to be one of the highest paid players in the league. 

Kyle fucks him like he’s nothing, because he asks for it and wants it — because he feels like it. 

Kyle fucks him until he cries. He doesn’t safe word. Kyle stops anyway.  

He tells Kyle it’s best he doesn’t stay the night. Kyle stays anyway. 

There’s a text from Auston when they go to sleep — miss you — but Kyle’s arms are warm and Kyle’s heart beats steady against Will’s back. 

Kyle’s here. 

So fuck Auston and his stupid text. 

Look at me, I’m fine without you.

#william nylander #auston matthews #kyle dubas #auston/mitch/nylander #163488 #3488 #william nylander fanfiction #william nylander/kyle dubas #hockey rpf #men's hockey rpf #nhl

[megamindsupremacy]

Misc DC fic recs (part 3)

Hey Romeo, I want a divorce by impravidus

“So you’re telling me,” Jason says slowly, “that you just happened to forget to tell me that you’re married and to my brother?”

Roy gulps. “In my defense, we were really, really drunk.”

I wanna shoop, baby by tepache

Talking over Bruce's attempts to desperately stop the unwanted laughter, Dick said, "I don't really understand what my soulmark means. It doesn't have any hints about their identity, so I just memorized the words instead."

Bruce fought for control and took a deep, sobering breath. “Whoever your soulmate is, I can’t decide whether I hate them already or need you to meet them.”

“Need me to meet them?”

Bruce chuckled—he chuckled—and said, “Dick. I have a feeling the two of you are going to be a particularly troublesome pair of best friends.”

Familiar Ground by Do_not_careissa

Jason wasn’t looking for his past to return to it. No, if the way Talia and Damian were talking, it wasn’t a life that he wanted to be a part of. The few flashes of memories he got, the sounds and sensations and images, did nothing to change that. But he had to know, if for nothing else than closure. Whoever he was before deserved at least that much.

It was just his luck an alien ring and baby would appear along the way.

Hanging around by sohotthateveryonedied

“Robin?”

“Yeah, boss?”

“What on Earth are you doing?”

Steph shrugs—an impressive feat, considering her predicament. “Oh, you know. Just hanging around.”

Window chalk and ice cream cones by queerbutstillhere

After a fight with his father, Jon accidentally runs away to New York City, where his brother is currently living. A phone call to his brother leads to a day of potentially illegal activities, brotherly bonding, and cathartic venting.

Family is what you make of it by grouchydragon

Hal got the call in the middle of a battle with Darkseid. “Kyle, awesome timing. We’re getting our asses handed to us right now. Get over here, and bring Simon and Jess while you’re at it. Guy too.”

“I can’t.”

“Too bad.” Hal dodged a blast and sent one back. “We need you.”

“No I mean I physically can’t. Which is actually why I’m calling.”

His heart stopped. “Are you okay? Are you injured?”

“I’m fine! I’m just...in jail.”

His heart stopped again. “I’m sorry, you’re where?”

gotham banksy by LananiA3O

Red Hood: Lost Days AU. After finding out that he remains unavenged, Jason returns to Gotham, but instead of deciding to kill Bruce, he decides to channel his rage into a more creative endeavor: spray-painting Gotham until the message is loud and clear to everyone: fuck Batman.

Multi media marketing mistakes by onlydance

Gotham Gazette @gothamgazette

What did Oliver Queen and Bruce Wayne get up to in boarding school?! gothamgazette.com/baidguh24h

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Oliver Queen @queenofficial

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Bruce Wayne @brucewayne

@queenofficial you know that commenting ‘no comment’ on a tweet kind of defeats the point

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@brucewayne shut up im not talking to you anymore

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@queenofficial then stop texting me

Two years in the making by Knox your savior

Bruce’s mornings are usually spent in bed, trying to ignore the pain in his hips and his knees as he finally gets up and answers Alfred’s insistent calls to breakfast. He expects to find Alfred waiting patiently in the kitchen, arms crossed and ready to tie Bruce to a chair if he needs to.

Instead, there’s Clark Kent, eating his toast and drinking his orange juice and decidedly not dead.

Alfred could’ve warned him.

Pins and needles by aloneintherain

“I leave to get food,” Kory said, leaning against the doorframe, smirking, “and this is what I come back to?”

Kory took them in silently—Dick, purple bags under his eyes, squashed into the motel’s too-small bathtub. It made for a dry but uncomfortable bed. Especially with two teenagers asleep on top of him.

The dark knight strikes back by audreycritter

If Bruce knew anything, he'd know one simply didn't finish Minecraft.

Tim would have told him, but he didn't exactly expect him to actually play-- Bruce didn't play things.

Dick remembers Bruce playing things. Jason does, too.

There's a hard line between what Bruce was like before and what he was like after the, well, you know. The thing with Jason.

Maybe it's time for that to change.

#mads posts #fic recs #fic rec list #dc fic recs #dc fic rec list #this one is longer than the others whoops #misc dc fic recs #misc dc fic recs part 3

[fleurcareil]

Alberta: Hinton & Edmonton

After driving down the Rockies towards Edmonton, the landscape changed to rolling green fields interspersed with woods, much greener than the yellow hues further south around Calgary, presumably because of more rain/snow (which I luckily didn't get ☺).

After checking in at the camp cabin in Hinton, I grabbed some salads-to-go at the grocery store and headed to the town's Beaver Boardwalk which has an extensive network of boardwalks around a 20-year old beaver colony. This is a prime example of why I love boardwalks so much; they're easy to use without having to worry about getting your feet wet or muddy, and the effort that the builders put in to show their guests why they should care about the "presented" nature, implies that it's worth paying attention!

Here, after seeing the beaver lodge (of which I've seen plenty before), I was shocked to actually watch a large beaver emerge from it, swim around a bit and then go back under! 🤩 A woman mentioned that there's also two young beavers and indeed a bit later, one came out and swam right under the floating dock where I was!! ❤😍 For the next hour, I sat eating my dinner and watching the little one eating his own reed snack, whilst the brother/sister would swim lapses (we only saw it go in one direction and never back so presumably it made a loop out of sight). Really very cool & perfect way to spend the evening!

In the morning, I was really happy to be in the cabin because although it was the same cold outside,1q it was toasty inside which made it hard to get up. 😁 I did have a good reason to get going though, as I wanted to get in time to Edmonton to visit the Art Gallery of Alberta, which is (or at least at the moment) differently than the one in Ontario entirely dedicated to modern art. The road to Edmonton was nothing special but oh so empty! 🤩 I'm already dreading my return to the GTA mayhem...

The building is impressively designed with metal shapes weaved in & out of the glass facade... artsy indeed! 🤩

The top floor was dedicated to a video exhibit about dance, and although I didn't film it, I rrally liked a Brazilian installation called "Swinguerra" showing dance groups rehearsing a multitude of war-inspired dances... when I finished the rest of the exhibits,  I went back to watch again 😍.

The 2nd exhibit was a private collection of PopArt, with works of Andy Warhol (top picture left), Roy Lichtenstein ("Cow Going Abstract" top pic bottom right), and a huge collection of Banksy originals (2nd pic) to others (Tom Wesselmann, top pic top right) I hadn't heard of... I LOVE popart and have spent many many hours in galleries whenever there's an exhibit... 5 hours in Ottawa once 😂, the Warhol Museum in Pittsburgh ofcourse and even a few hours in a random Peru gallery... not sure what about it is that attracts me, a combo of the bold colours, the abstract, the exaggeration, the playfulness?? I had Keith Haring posters growing up and have 2 Warhol ones at home (now in storage) 😍. There were also a series of videos from Banksy that made social commentary about Xmas, Disneyworld and showed how a $1M auctioned painting got shredded moments after purchase! 😝

The final exhibit was also really interesting; embroiderery interlaced with LED lights, such as the left one below named "Selfie Girls", something that I had been shocked at in Banff to see how many young girls would spend ages on taking the perfect picture (& getting upset if their hair/ face/boobs/ass was not showing up exactly as they wanted it to be)... I've also been taking a lot of selfies on this roadtrip but I think you'll agree that most are not necessarily very flattering 🤣 and are just meant to show I'm still alive & having fun!

There were also a few embroideries such as the one on the right where you were invited to send a text... see the response I got! 🌈🤩 (found out later that the texts had been sent by the receptionist downstairs, she must be happy it wasn't very busy!).

My airbnb for the two nights in the city was a room in an older but renovated house of a wood furniture refurbishment couple who were very friendly, so I sat for a few hours in the garden chatting with them and got a great Mexican restaurant tip.

Next day, I had a completely different art experience at the ᐄᓃᐤ (ÎNÎW) River Lot 11∞ Indigenous Art Park on the south river bank, located where a Métis farm used to be as one of the first settlers in the area. It's probably not the best place to be in the evening but in the middle of the day it had a great view of the city and no one to bother me 😀.

Each artwork was described in 4 different languages; top left is Cree as the artwork represents the word "fire"in that language, and I assume the top right is in Michif (the Métis language) as I recognize some French words but have no clue in what language the bottom left text is....

The two turtles had colourful mosaics on them of birds, feathers and a beaver but what stood out to me most was the description of the amphitheatre in the picture below... the highest seat at the top references to the past, which is farthest from our reach when you're at the base, but it provides the greatest vision and perspective. When you sit in a lower seat, you are closer to the future but not able to see so far in the distance... so true! My favourite course in high school was history, where the teacher was amazingly good at linking events from the past to the current state of affairs. Listening to my playlist while driving, there's quite a few '70s-80s songs about the nuclear bomb threat during the Cold War (e.g. "Russians" by Sting & several Dutch ones) and it's saddening to have history being repeated... 😔

After those sobering thoughts, it was time for some consumerism 😉, so I paid a visit to the West Edmonton Mall which is truly gigantic with an indoor wave pool (which at $64pp is a bit outrageous), zip line, pirate ship, sea lion show, mini golf etc. I browsed the Lego store which touts true Canadian themes like a forest fire and a bear chasing a hiker 😜) and found a cute wildflower bouquet which I'll buy once I'm in Chile!

When I no longer could handle the crowds, I escaped just west of the city to the BLESS viewing platform of Big Lake and nearby wetlands. Sitting there for 2 hours with only ducks quaking and cooling themselves in the lake (it had returned to a balmy 30C, much better than the cold mountain weather a few days earlier) was the perfect antidote! Seeing another beaver swimming and eating reeds was the cherry on the cake 😍.

Wildlife: 3 beavers (Hinton) & 1 beaver (Edmonton)

SUPs: none

Hikes: one at Hinton

[juliakwiatkowskatheatre]

MY INTERPRETATIONS OF THE ARTWORKS

After we finished our short etiude, we concluded the lesson with discussing different works of art chosen by our teacher (Girl with a Pearl Earring by J.Vermeer, Three Tahitians by P.Gaugain, Head of a Skeleton with a Burning Cigarette by V. van Gogh, Crayon for Closure by BANKSY, Schiele’s Wife withHer Little Nephew by E.Schiele and La Primavera by S. Boticelli)

Girl with a Pearl Earring by J.Vermeer

When I look at this work, I see a Girl that has been through so much that she lost not only the desire to live to the full but also she lost trust to people because somebody hurt her. I also think that this might be a moment when somebody called her name, and she turned around to see who it was, deeply hoping that it would be the person she wanted to call her by her name like that. Yet she is disappointed because unfortunately it is just a stranger. I think she could be full of interestig stories from her life and I would definitely like to listen to her if I had the possibility.

Link to source: https://artsandculture.google.com/asset/girl-with-a-pearl-earring/3QFHLJgXCmQm2Q?hl=pl&avm=3

Three Tahitians by P.Gaugain

For me, this painting is a great representation for the well-known highshool stereotype - the popular kids judging others. Just when I look at the girl dressed in red, I already feel like she is judging me. In my opinion, the girl in red is the “queen bee”, the character on the right is her closest “minion”, and the middle boy is their prey - the new boy that got into the wrong company.

Link to source: https://artsandculture.google.com/asset/three-tahitians-paul-gauguin/wQFxEs74xYplKw

Head of a Skeleton with a Burning Cigarette by V. van Gogh

This painting out of all shown on the lesson, was the second to hardest to interpret. I believe that it just shows how every sigle person in the worl really feels like - daed inside. Even though one may not show it, we all have emotions and thoughts that are only available for us, things that we don’t wantto share. Usually we don’t want to bother others with our feelings (at least I do) and try to hide it. In addition, the character not only is already dead, but it also smokes a cigarette to “kill themself” even more. What I like about this painting is that everyone can somehow relate to it.

Link to source: https://artsandculture.google.com/asset/head-of-a-skeleton-with-a-burning-cigarette-vincent-van-gogh/hQGZa2I9Xi6lpA

Crayon for Closure by BANKSY

I think this work of art is a great representation of how sometimes we have to give up our childhood and start growing up a lot faster than we should. A grown man covering the entrance to the childlish house drawn by the girl, yet she does not even try to stop him and just stares at him in shock and disbelief, waiting for something to help her.

Link to source: https://artsandculture.google.com/asset/banksy-crayon-for-closure-kolodny-banksy/FAHsCuACcNDY_w

Schiele’s Wife with Her Little Nephew by E.Schiele

Out of all the paintings I saw during that class, I think I like this one the least. I believe, it represents two complete strangers that met in a spur of a moment. I created a little story behind this artwork to help me believe that it has some meaning behind it. For me this happened a long time ago, when a very poor boy with no parents lived on the streets of a big city. One moment he was so scared and he craved physical contact with somebody, that he ran and hugged an unknown to him woman. Yet instead of throwing him off, she returns the feeling as well as the hug unconciously because she also creaved the feeling of comfort no one gave her. In my opinion the beautiful thing about this “story” is that it’s so unexpected and straightforward.

Link to source: https://artsandculture.google.com/asset/schiele-s-wife-with-her-little-nephew/BgHuHJ6uvXi0_Q

La Primavera by S. Boticelli

For this one, I do not have any interpretation or story because I simply don’t know what is going on here. There are many characters that don’t seem to have any connections with each other. It’s pure chaos that almost nobody in our group understood. I figured that if the painting was cut in parts, it would make more sense.

Link to source: https://artsandculture.google.com/asset/la-primavera-spring-botticelli-filipepi/yQER9P-WIU2k9A

[writemekpop]

Bad Romance (Part 1) | Lee Taeyong

Pairing: Lee Taeyong x Reader

Summary: Your boyfriend Taeyong wants to fuck you, but you're not ready...

Genre: Angst, Smut, College AU 

Word Count: 1.8k

Warning: Sexual Content, Toxic relationship 

Part 1 ⭐️| Part 2

Taeyong’s breaths were deafening in your ear. Couldn’t he try to control himself? For discretion, at least. You imagined every ear in your university dorm pricking up. Snickering. “I wonder what they’re up to.” 

Taeyong kissed you again, his hot lips colliding with yours.

His hand, ever so slightly rough, pushed up your shirt, sending goosebumps up your ribs. A moan sounded, deep in your throat, and Taeyong groaned in satisfaction. 

You felt instantly guilty. You’d told yourself your ancestors wouldn’t mind if you did this for him. But you’d promised not to enjoy it. 

Taeyong knotted one hand in your hair. You felt the other one slide up to your back to unclasp your bra. His hand dwarfed your back, sending sparks rippling up your shoulder blades. 

“Are you okay with this?” he murmured, voice husky. You nodded. It was a lie.

The truth was, you’d never had sex before. You’d barely even kissed a boy. 

When all your college friends were in the basement snogging boys, you would hover by the doorway, holding their drinks. When they began to tease you, you just pretended you couldn’t hear them. 

Even when everyone started saying you ‘batted for the other team’, it just felt like a relief. Maybe they’d finally leave you alone. 

You were a feminist. You fully believed that women weren’t shiny, unwrapped presents that had to be protected for marriage. But you were also a fake. 

Because the idea of sleeping with a stranger still made you feel sick inside. 

Well, Taeyong wasn’t a stranger; he was your boyfriend. So, you would just have to grit your teeth and get on with it. 

Taeyong’s hand slid down between you. You squeezed your eyes shut. It would be over in a minute; that’s what your friends were always joking about, right? 

Then, you heard the unmistakeable clink of his belt buckle. Suddenly, that was the most terrifying sound you’d ever heard.  

“W-wait,” you croaked. 

You clung onto Taeyong’s firm wrist. 

He was breathing hard, his pulse pounding under his papery-thin skin. You were sat on his lap – so you could feel how ready he was, and it frightened you. 

He would hate you for what you were about to say, you knew that. 

“I can’t. I’m sorry.” 

You rolled away from him, pulling your knees up and hugging them. Burying your wet eyes in your knees, you waited for Taeyong to leave. 

But you didn’t feel him get off the bed. 

Instead, there was absolute silence. A shiver ran down your spine. 

Then, his muscled arms were wrapping around you. Taeyong eased you till you were lying on the bed – fear closed in your throat – but he wasn’t trying to have sex with you. Instead, he helped you pull your T-shirt back on, and guided you so your head was resting on his chest.

You felt his thundering heartbeat slow to a steady, comforting pulse.

Taeyong pressed a kiss on your temple. For a second, your stomach curled; it was so fatherly. You mentally scolded yourself. Taeyong wasn’t like other guys. He was caring, and sensitive, and you should be grateful.  

“If you wanna go slow, let’s go slow. You’ll always be my girl,” Taeyong whispered.

So, you pushed down the niggling feeling that ‘always’ had an expiry date. It was time you learnt to trust someone, and Taeyong was the perfect person to let in.

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Over the next few months, you tried your best to forget about that night. And it was easy enough – Taeyong was electrifying. 

You’d never met a man who could tell a Basquiat from a Banksy and didn’t even show off about it. 

Each night, after lectures, you’d sneak off to some gallery late opening, and take photos of each other for Instagram. 

Or, you’d just snuggle up in his dorm room and listen to him telling you all about his Art History course, or his dreams of starting his own gallery. 

You rarely spoke. You preferred to soak in his world, like a cat curled in the sun. And let’s face it – who wanted to talk about Maths, anyway? 

Taeyong was like a shooting star: totally uncontrollable, impossible to understand, yet hopelessly fascinating. You couldn’t believe why someone like him seemed to find you interesting. Or at least, worth spending every day with.  

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The second time Taeyong scared you was a Saturday.

You were sitting in his lap, poring over one of his Art History books. Other than toying with a curl of your hair, or pressing a kiss to your shoulder, Taeyong was totally still.  

Sighing with pleasure, you flicked through the glossy pages – for the hundredth time. No wonder Taeyong would always say: If I wasn’t rubbish at Maths, we should’ve swapped courses.

Just then, you prised open a page you hadn’t seen before. You frowned. 

It was a scan of an old Japanese painting. In it, a wealthy couple were captured in a furious argument with a young woman, carrying a baby. It was entitled ‘Outside Wife’. 

You turned to Taeyong, finger on the title. “What’s that?” 

Taeyong lifted the book from your hands, then grinned. “It’s when a noble couple are forced to get married, but the man has another wife to, you know, satisfy his needs.” Taeyong chuckled dryly. “Unfortunately, that system isn’t available anymore.” 

You began to chuckle too… then your smile melted from your face. “What do you mean, unfortunately?” Goosebumps rippled over your skin. 

“Ah… it was just a joke. You know, we’re not exactly getting any.” Taeyong’s body still felt relaxed under you, but your muscles were tensing. 

“I thought you said you wanted to go slow…” you mumbled. 

Of course. You should’ve seen this coming. 

There was only so long a person could go without their needs fulfilled. And here you were, dragging your boyfriend down while he could sleep with any normal girl whenever he wanted. 

“I’m not ready yet, Taeyong.” You picked at the frayed wool of your jumper. 

Your throat closed as you prepared for what you would say next. “If you… need to sleep with someone else, I won’t blame you,” you whispered. Stupid, babyish tears were filling your eyes already. 

“Babe – it was just a joke! No need to get your knickers in a twist.” Taeyong laughed, and kissed your neck. 

When you still didn’t make a sound a moment later, Taeyong turned you around on his lap so you were facing him. Tears streaked freely down your cheeks – you couldn’t hide them. 

“Oh, baby….” Soft as a whisper, Taeyong placed his palm on your cheek and smoothed away the tears with his thumb. “I don’t care about your… problem. You’re my girlfriend, and what’s good enough for you’s good enough for me.” 

A small part of you hurt at the way he said problem, but you pushed that part away. You allowed him a small smile. 

Laughing, Taeyong pulled you into a bear hug. You’d never gripped his shoulder so tight. You were so lucky to have him. 

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A few weeks later, Taeyong finally convinced you to accompany him to a house party. You knew what this meant. You’d been dating for four months – this was the ‘meeting his friends’ moment. 

All the time you were getting ready, your stomach had transformed into a pit of snakes. Excitement, anxiety, fear – they all wriggled and knotted about inside you. 

You chose a midnight-blue playsuit, in a glimmering velvet. When Taeyong pointed it out to you in the shop, you knew this what you’d be wearing. 

To be honest, you hated Taeyong’s friends. You were pretty sure Taeil had tried to sneak vodka into your coke, and Mark did nothing but yap on endlessly about his girlfriend in Canada. You were almost 100% sure she didn’t exist. 

But as soon as Taeyong’s mahogany eyes met yours across in the heaving living room, all your worries melted away like snow. All he had to do was raise one deep eyebrow, or pull his plump lips into a silly face, and you’d burst out laughing. 

Except, as the hours drew by, you realised you hadn’t seen Taeyong in a while. You were perched on the stairs, shivering next to everyone who was too zoned out to take part. 

“Taeyong?” 

Tip-toeing, you climbed up the stairs, calling his name. You pushed open each of the doors in the hallway, peeking through your fingers just in case anything funny was going on. 

But they were all empty. 

Just as you turned around to go back downstairs, you heard voices coming from the attic. Gingerly, you sneaked up. They grew louder, more defined. 

Pushing open the door just a crack, you heard:

“Really? My god.” 

Your heart jumped. You knew that rich, resounding tone better than your own voice. It was Taeyong. 

You considered climbing up to join them. But then, you heard something that stopped you in your tracks. 

“And the worst thing is, Irene thinks she’s some kind of sex goddess, but actually she’s awful. She just lies there like a limp doll, expecting me to do everything.” It was Doyoung speaking. 

There was a pause as they all laughed. 

Your heart was already twisting. Something about his tone felt… wrong. Like his girlfriend wouldn’t appreciate what he was saying. 

Then, you heard Taeyong say, “Mate, at least your girlfriend’s fucking you, even if she is awful at it. I haven’t got any for months!” 

Everyone in the group exclaimed in disbelief. You forgot how to breathe. 

“Yeah – I know. Y/n thinks she’s some kind of saint for “waiting for the perfect moment”. I mean, a guy’s got needs!” Taeyong’s voice was low, but to you he could have been screaming. 

Black spots were engulfing your vision. Gulping, you staggered backwards, out of the door. You didn’t want to hear what you heard next. You really didn’t want to.  

But you couldn’t help it. Not when Taeyong said, “You know, I don’t even feel bad about fucking Joy. I mean, I had no choice. If Y/n wasn’t so frigid, I wouldn’t need to. It’s her fault really.” 

That was it. 

You sprinted away. Pushing through the line of partygoers waiting to use the bathroom, you locked yourself inside.

Then, you curled up on the toilet seat and sobbed. 

It had finally happened. 

Your gorgeous boyfriend had finally realised that he was miles out of your league. He didn’t deserve the defect. He didn’t deserve the fake feminist who was too ashamed to admit how sexist she really was. 

Then, a thought entered your mind that make you perk up. 

Maybe you could pretend you’d never overheard Taeyong. Maybe you could go back to how you were before… Or maybe you could sleep with him and make him forget about all other girls. 

After all, you’d do anything to keep him. 

Anything.  

Read Part 2 here.

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MASTERLIST

#taeyong #lee taeyong #neowritingsnet #NCT 127 #nct 2020 #NCT-WRITERS #taeyong fluff #taeyong angst #nct fluff #nct angst #nct 127 fluff #nct 127 angst #taeyong smut #nct smut #nct 127 smut #nct scenarios #taeyong fanfiction #superm #superm smut #nct drabbles

[i-am-a-closet-fanfic-fiend]

Relationship Stahl ~ Charlie Conway x Adam Banks

A/N: Hi all, I'm on my Mighty Ducks bullshit, so sorry not sorry. This is just for fun. It's postcanon - could be canon with the show. I don't specifically go against anything. But yeah. Enjoy this fic for a movie that came out over 25 years ago. *Posts fic and runs away*

Summary: Charlie and Adam are idiots. And they finally figure that out thanks to Charlie's pen pal.

Characters/Pairings: Charlie Conway/Adam Banks, Charlie Conway, Adam Banks, Connie Moreau, Guy Germaine, Fulton Reed, Gunnar Stahl

Rating: T

Word Count: 2800

Warnings: Language ( I think that's it)

^True love if I ever saw it ;)

Charlie grinned at his laptop as he fired off his enthusiastic response to the latest email from his pen pal before flipping open his phone. Instead of scrolling through his contacts, he dialed the number he knew by heart.

“I literally just dropped you off,” his best friend laughed when he picked up on the third ring.

“And I couldn’t bear to be without you,” Charlie quipped back.

“What do you want, Charlie?”

Adam’s voice was undeniably fond and it made Charlie’s stomach flutter.

“How do you feel about going to the Wilds game on Saturday?”

“How’d you swing those tickets?”

Charlie shrugged even though Adam couldn’t see him. “I know a guy. So are you in? We can grab drinks with some of the ducks afterwards.”

He could practically hear Adam shaking his head and it made Charlie’s smile widen. He knew what his answer would be.

“Yeah, I’m in. Of course I’m in. I’ll pick you up at 5?”

“Sounds good.”

“Are the other ducks coming?

“I’m gonna see who’s around.”

“Alright. Can’t wait. I’ll talk to you tomorrow?”

Charlie smiled at the question in his voice.

“Of course. I’ll call you after work.”

“Good night, Charlie.”

“Night. Banksy. Text me when you get home, alright?”

“Will do.”

Adam was wearing a Minnesota Wilds Jersey and a pair of tight-fitting jeans, when he knocked on the door of Charlie’s house.

He checked his watch. He was early.

He was always early.

Charlie probably wouldn’t be ready for another half hour, so he was surprised when the door swung open – at least until he saw Casey Conway’s smiling face.

“Adam, honey, how are you?” she cooed as she pulled him inside and into a tight hug.

“I’m great, Mrs. Conway. You’re looking lovely this evening.”

She swatted at him, but he saw her genuine smile. “Always a charmer.”

“How are you? How’s the diner?”

“I’m great. The diner is doing well. Business has really increased since we reopened after the renovations. We still have our regulars, but we’re getting more of a younger crowd too.”

“That’s awesome. And so well deserved.”

Adam could still remember when Charlie had sprinted into their college dorm room talking a mile a minute. He’d gleaned that there was a long lost uncle who’d passed and left his mother a rather large inheritance, and she was going to use that to buy out the diner that she’d been helping run for years.

Charlie had been so excited he’d nearly fell over because he forgot to breathe. Adam had spent the summer helping to paint and decorate the newly renovated diner.

“It’s been way too long since you’ve come over for dinner. Are you free next week?”

“Would Tuesday work?”

“Perfect. That’s my early night. And I’ll make your favorite pot pie.”

Adam grinned at the ceiling as he rocked back on his heels.

“You’re the best, Mrs. C.”

“Well, I won’t hold you up. I’m afraid I’ve already made Charlie late. I’ll see you Tuesday.”

“See you then.”

She gave him another quick hug before scurrying out the door.

Adam sighed as he checked his watch.

“Hey, Spazaway. Hurry up or we’re gonna be late!” he yelled up the stairs.

“I’m coming! Relax, cake-eater!”

There were several thumps as Charlie hopped on one foot to get his shoe on and then a slam of his bedroom door, but by the time he made it downstairs he looked perfectly disheveled in a cool way instead of a sloppy way. Classic Charlie. It’d be irritating if it wasn’t so attractive.

“Hey, Banksy. See, 5:15 right on time.”

“I told you I’d pick you up at 5,” he pointed out.

“Yeah, but we both know that at this point you tell me you’ll pick me up 30 minutes before we actually have to leave. So technically, I’m 15 minutes early,” Charlie grinned and slung an arm around his shoulder.

Adam huffed but couldn’t argue. Charlie was right. He’d learned a long time ago never to trust Charlie to be punctual, so he had started telling him earlier times in the hope that they’d actually arrive places before the events were over.

“It’s gonna be a great night.”

“Are any of the others coming?”

“Connie, Guy, and Fulton. Everyone else was busy.”

“That’ll be fun,” Adam admitted as he climbed into the car.

Secretly, he’d kind of been hoping that it would just be him and Charlie, but he shoved that thought away. It would be good to go out with some of his oldest friends.

“Yeah. It will.”

The five ducks were happily chatting and catching up, laden down with food as they waited for the game to start.

Guy was the first to notice the name after the national anthem.

“Do you think Stahl is the same one we faced from Iceland?”

“I don’t know,” Adam shrugged. “How common of a name do you think it is?”

“Remember when you had that massive crush on Gunnar, Charlie?” Connie teased before taking a sip of her soda.

“I didn’t have a crush on Gunnar.”

“You so did,” Fulton laughed, nudging. “How many hours did you spend watching tapes of his signature shot?”

“That was research,” Charlie insisted, though his cheeks were slightly pink.

“Yeah, you definitely needed to spend all that time on just Gunnar Stahl and not the rest of Iceland,” Guy faux agreed with an exaggerated wink.

Adam remained quiet. He remembered Charlie’s “not a crush” all too well. He wasn’t proud to admit it, but he’d been jealous at the time.

At first it had been, look at this shot. Or look at this play.

And then after the games it was, he’s so nice and cool. He called me ‘Captain Duck’.

Charlie hadn’t shut up about him until they were on the plane home and he promptly knocked out on Adam’s shoulder. Number ninety-nine didn’t have it in him to be jealous when he got to have a sleeping Charlie Conway on top of him.

Tuning back into the conversation after his quick jaunt down memory lane, Adam realized they were still ribbing Charlie.

“Okay, fine. I might have had a little crush on him. I was young. I was still figuring myself out,” Charlie admitted.

“Figures your first crush would be on a hockey player,” Fulton pointed out.

“Who said he was my first crush?”

Adam swore Charlie’s gaze darted to him, and he felt his cheeks heat up.

“Well you literally never talked about anybody else like that before him,” Guy said.

“Except Banks,” Fulton added.

The three of them looked at Adam and he knew he was bright red. They all knew he’d had a crush on Charlie when they were kids. And that he still sort of had a crush on him. He could kick Fulton right now, and he would have if Charlie wasn’t sitting in between them.

“I still talk about Banksy all the time.”

“I’m right here,” Adam finally managed to grumble.

Charlie grinned and nudged him with his shoulder, before throwing an arm around him.

“Are we really gonna sit here and argue over who I did or did not have a crush on twenty something years ago?”

“Yes.” The other three nodded emphatically.

Charlie rolled his eyes.

“Alright fine. Yes, I had a crush on him. But laugh all you want. You have that crush to thank for these seats,” Charlie reminded them smugly.

“What do you mean?” Adam choked out as the others gasped.

Charlie looked at the four flabbergasted ducks in confusion.

“Gunnar got me the tickets. I thought you guys knew.”

“We didn’t know that,” Guy nearly shouted.

“You kept in touch with him all these years?” Connie asked softly.

Their captain shrugged.

“We were pen pals. And now we email every few weeks.”

Adam’s heart clenched in something that felt a lot like jealousy – a lot like when he was 14. He turned his attention to the game, Stahl was on the ice. Adam couldn’t help but track his movements. It had been years since he moved like that. Another squeeze.

It was going to be a long night.

Charlie noticed the instant Adam went rigid, but he couldn’t understand why. After all, he was the one being teased for a 20 year old crush that only lasted for a minute.

He tried to nudge his best friend and get a response, but Adam’s eyes were glued to the game. That wouldn’t have worried Charlie, but the tight set of his jaw was nothing like his usual relaxed joy at the games. That was one of the reason Charlie had made it a point to go to as many hockey games with Adam as he could. He loved to observe him while he watched the game. But right now, his expression was stony.

When Gunnar managed a hat trick early in the third, Adam abruptly excused himself, saying he needed to go to the bathroom.

“What’s up with Banks?” Fulton voiced Charlie’s question aloud.

Charlie shrugged. “No clue.”

Connie rolled her eyes.

“Boys. He’s jealous.”

“Of what?”

“God, Charlie, are you that oblivious?”

His brow furrowed and he stared at her.

“What are you talking about?”

She huffed and shook her head.

“Nope. If you can’t figure it out after 25 years, you’re on your own.”

Adam was less grumpy, but still pretty sedate when he returned with only a few minutes left to go.

“You alright?” Charlie asked in a low voice as he settled back into his seat.

“Yeah. All good. Long line for the bathroom.”

Charlie didn’t believe him, but shrugged it off as the Wilds managed a late game comeback and beat the Anaheim Mighty Ducks and they were all on their feet cheering.

The five of them waited outside the side exit where the players would come out for Gunnar. The former Iceland captain signed a few autographs before he caught sight of Charlie and waved, flashing him a big smile.

“Good to see you, Captain Duck!” he shouted as he pulled Charlie into a tight hug.

“Good to see you too, Gunnar. Nice playing tonight.”

“Thank you.” Gunnar turned his attention to the rest of the Ducks. “It’s good to see you all too.”

There were various murmurs of agreement, before an awkward silence fell.

“Drinks?” Charlie finally suggested.

“Definitely.”

Drinks helped. Everyone loosened up by the second round. Even Adam, though he was not that talkative. He could see why Charlie would have kept in touch with the Icelander. He really was quite charming.

That did not help.

When Charlie stepped away from the table to get another pitcher, Gunnar slid into his vacated seat. Adam panicked for a moment. Guy and Connie were deep in conversation and Fulton had gone to the bathroom, it was just the two of them.

“You know, Captain Duck still never shuts up about you.”

“Still?” Adam asked, fixated on the word.

“At the Goodwill Games, when we spoke for the first time at the closing ceremony, Charlie wouldn’t stop raving about you. How he’d been worried about you being hurt. He even glared at Sanderson. And in his letters, he always talked about you. In every single one. I think I knew more about how you were doing than I did about him.”

“Sorry?”

Adam had no idea how to respond. Gunnar chuckled and shook his head.

“It’s sweet. I’m glad the two of you have made it this far. You’re a good pair.”

Adam’s jaw dropped and he floundered for an answer.

“Thanks?”

“Thanks what?”

Of course Guy chose that moment to resurface from his conversation.

“For saying I played well back in ’94,” Adam lied unconvincingly.

Charlie’s return halted the conversation, and Adam couldn’t help but think about what Gunnar had said. Why would Charlie be talking about him? Did Gunnar think they were together? Why did Gunnar think they were together?

His head was spinning. And it definitely wasn’t the alcohol. Per usual, it was all Charlie Conway’s fault.

Charlie was playing with the edge of his jersey when Adam pulled up to his house.

“Do you want to come in for a bit?” he offered.

“Yeah, sure,” Adam agreed.

“Oh. Okay. Cool.”

Charlie had been expecting him to bail. That was what Adam did when things got tense between them, so his easy agreement caught him off guard.

He pulled two beers from the fridge and took a moment to steel himself before rejoining Adam in the living room.

“It was a great game.”

“Yeah. Ducks were smart when they got Gunnar.”

“Definitely.”

“So, why didn’t you tell any of us that you were still talking to him?”

The former captain tried to gauge Adam’s mood, but he was surprisingly nonchalant.

“I didn’t really think about it. When we were writing actual letters, I’d get one maybe three times a year. So it just never came up. And then we started emailing and it was just something I did. It never seemed like a big deal.”

“So it’s not because you’ve been carrying a torch for him all these years?” Adam asked shyly.

The laughter that bubbled out of Charlie was loud and somewhat alarming.

“Of course not, Banksy. I mean, yes, I had a crush on him. For what seems like five seconds at this point in our lives. He’s just someone I liked to keep in touch with. Another person to talk hockey with. Honestly, I thought we’d last like two letters and then never talk again.”

“Have you seen him before?”

“No. Tonight’s the first time I’ve seen him since we left the games. This isn’t some big torrid affair I’ve been hiding. It’s a pen pal. Who got us tickets to a Wilds game.”

“That was pretty cool.”

“Are we good?”

Adam nodded. “We’re good. Sorry, it was just unexpected.”

“That’s fair. I really thought I had told you guys at some point over the years. Sorry I sprang it on you… unintentionally.”

“No worries.”

It was comfortable for a bit. Charlie put on ESPN and they caught the highlights from the other games that had been played. Somehow he ended up leaning heavily into Adam’s side.

“Was he your first?” He asked as the commentators went over the same play for the third time.

“Was who my first what?” Charlie asked, letting his head loll to the side so he could look at Adam without pulling away.

“Was Gunnar your first crush?”

It came out in a sigh.

“No. He wasn’t.”

“Who was it?”

“Guess.”

“Charlie.”

“I’m serious. Guess. I’ll even give you 5 questions to try and figure it out.”

Charlie wasn’t going to admit it without a fight, and Adam knew it. Curiosity got the better of him.

“Fine. Was your first crush a hockey player?”

“Yes.”

“Someone on our team?”

Charlie nodded, sitting up so he could watch him more closely.

“Boy or girl?”

“Boy.”

“Peewees or Goodwill Games?”

“Met him in Peewees. Realized I had a crush on him during the Goodwill Games.”

“Did he go to Eden Hall?”

“Yes. I even roomed with him at one point. That’s five. Time to guess.”

He was certain he’d know now.

“Fulton?” Adam asked innocently.

Charlie hung his head.

“You cannot possibly be this obtuse, Banksy.”

“What? You met him in Peewees, he was with us at the games and at Eden hall and you roomed with him sophomore year.”

“Christ,” he huffed. “It’s you, Banksy. Not Fulton. God, definitely not Fulton. He’s like my brother. It’s you.”

“Me? You had a crush on me?”

“I mean, can you call it a crush if it lasts 25 years?”

Adam’s jaw hit the floor.

“You still have a crush on me?” His voice was small, so much like that 10 year old who’d been forced to leave the Hawks. But there was hope.

Charlie, momentarily panicked before resigning himself to his fate. It had to come out.

“No, Adam. I don’t have a crush on you now.”

His best friend deflated slightly.

“I’m in love with you now. I have been for as long as I can remember. Even if I didn’t realize it. And I know you probably don’t feel the same way –“

“I do. Feel the same way. God, Charlie. I’ve been in love with you for ages.”

“Seriously?”

Adam nodded once, resolutely before Charlie’s lips were on his.

The kiss was quick and hungry and it left them both wanting more.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Charlie demanded in a whisper as he pulled back, touching their foreheads together.

“Why didn’t you?” Adam sniped back.

“Touche. God so much lost time.”

“We didn’t lose anything, Charlie. We were together. That’s never a loss.”

“I love you, Banksy.”

“I love you too, Charlie.”

A/N: Yeah so I love them. I hope you enjoyed this. I stand by my theory that Charlie had a brief infatuation with Gunnar Stahl. Thanks for reading!

#Charlie Conway x Adam Banks #Charlie Conway #Adam Banks #Chadam #Mighty Ducks #d2 the mighty ducks #d3 the mighty ducks #the mighty ducks

[peaceoutofthepieces]

Prompt 25 ("I could kiss you right now!") + VDS? 💖☀️

25. “I could kiss you right now!”

Lucas examines the name on the package with a grin and immediately rushes back to his room, grateful that his laptop is already booted up. It still takes a little too long to start up a call with Jens, but it’s made up by how quickly the boy answers. He greets Lucas with a smile and a low ‘hey’ and Lucas works very hard not to melt. He does smile back very widely, though. Then he notices that Jens is wearing his navy coat and wind is rustling the hair poking out from under his hood. The background of his call is simply a white wall, however, so Lucas can’t figure out where he is.

His brow furrows. “Are you outside? Sorry, I didn’t think this might be a bad time.”

“Nah, it’s fine,” Jens brushes off, smile not faltering a bit. “I was out with Robbe. What are you looking so happy about?”

“I’m always happy to see you,” Lucas immediately responds. Jens huffs quietly and cocks a brow, and Lucas sheepishly raises the package.

Jens’s grin widens. “Good, you got it. But you haven’t even opened it yet. How do you know you should be excited?”

“It’s from you, and I can’t fucking believe you. I know what it is.”

“Do you really.” It’s not a question, but it sounds amused. “What is it, then?”

Lucas tears the packaging open in answer and gapes, even though he was right. Inside is a small replica of Van Gogh’s ‘Irises’, made entirely in a collage of recycled fabric held in a frame. The last piece of a collection Lucas had been carefully curating for the past couple of years. By the time he got the money to buy it a few weeks ago, it had already been sold.

Before that, he’d told Jens about it.

“Jens,” Lucas breathes. “Why did you do that?”

He looks back at the screen and finds Jens looking sheepish, shifting his shoulders as he glances away. “It would’ve been gone before you could get it.”

“You didn’t have the money to spend, either. Or at least, you shouldn’t have spent it on me.”

Jens rolls his shoulder and his eyes as he looks back at Lucas. “I had some saved up. And I still do. Consider it an early birthday present, if it makes you feel better.”

“Birthday and Christmas,” Lucas mumbles, even though he’s still beaming, holding the frame in awe. He carries it over to his dresser and props it against the wall, next to a similar re-creation of Banksy’s ���Balloon Girl’. Then he lifts his laptop and turns it around to show Jens, who nods his approval and grins back.

“Nice,” Jens says. “It reminded me of you, that painting.”

A laugh bubbles out of Lucas. “Flowers?” he asks, settling on his bed again.

“Irises,” Jens corrects, looking much too soft and serious all of a sudden. “You know they represent faith and hope? They can mean admiration too.”

Lucas hums. “The white one’s most likely for purity, though.”

“A.k.a, you.”

Lucas snorts. “Me?”

“Yep. All of it. I have faith in you and I admire you, and your heart’s pure. It’s all for you.”

That’s not exactly the response Lucas was expecting. Warmth rushes into his cheeks, and he ducks his head as if that will stop it, unable to hold Lucas’s gaze anymore. He looks back at the gift once more and shakes his head. “Fuck, Jens, it’s perfect. Thank you.”

Jens shakes his head, suddenly bashful again. “It’s no big deal.”

“Are you serious?” Lucas demands. “Jens, I could kiss you right now!”

He realises his mistake when Jens goes quiet and looks away, pursing his lips slightly. Lucas’s own heart falls in understanding, at the reminder that he can’t kiss Jens, no matter how much he wants to or how much Jens deserves the affection. They’ve already surpassed the stage where he’d have to worry if Jens would even want such a thing, but the admittance of mutual feelings has only seemed to make things worse.

Besides, any doubt would be shot down immediately by Jens doing something like this. Lucas really could kiss him. He debates kissing his screen, at least in the hopes of bringing Jens’s smile back.

Before he can, Jens is looking at him again and wearing a nervous expression. “What if you actually could?”

“Then I would,” Lucas says softly. “No question.”

Jens considers him for a moment, then goes blurry as the camera shakes and he gets to his feet. Lucas is confused until Jens flips his camera around and Lucas sees a very familiar house.

His house.

“Do you wanna come out, then? I’m getting kinda cold,” Jens says.

Lucas can’t see him anymore, but he can tell he’s smiling. Lucas himself is gaping, staring at his screen incredulously for a few seconds before racing into the hallway.

He skids on his way to the door, almost knocking his shoulder into it before he catches himself. Then he throws the door open and finds Jens standing in front of him.

Jens.

Here.

In front of him.

In Utrecht.

Lucas subtly pinches his leg to check if he’s dreaming. It hurts.

Jens lowers his phone slowly, grinning dopily with his eyes locked on Lucas. Then he says, again, “Hey.”

Lucas melts. “Hi,” he breathes.

He isn’t sure who reaches for who first, only that his hands end up on Jens’s waist and Jens’s hands are gently cupping his face, thumbs stroking over his cheekbones with unbearably delicate care. The kiss, however, they both move into at once.

Maybe he should have waited longer after only physically seeing Jens for the first time, but he thinks they’ve probably waited long enough as it is. He doesn’t care either way. Jens is here, looking infinitely kissable and feeling incredible, and Lucas had told him he would kiss him if he could. Jens has proved that he listens to Lucas, so Lucas should prove his words trustworthy.

He also just really doesn’t care. He’s kissing Jens. Why would anything else matter?

“Good gift, then?” Jens mumbles, slightly teasing, an indiscernible amount of time later. His voice sounds even better in person. Lucas is so distracted by it he can only hum and pull Jens into another kiss in response.

Dialogue Prompts

#van der stoffels #vds #ask game #wtfock #skam nl #getting another one out even though it’s late #because i have a lot more to do than expected

[jbarkerstargazer]

Virgil's Birthday

Its still his birthday here in the UK I'm not late

Using both Artist!Virgil and Virgil's Birthday from Nutty's challenge, I give you something from my brain.

V and B

Virgil re-read the email. Lower Marsh Street? 2am? Face covering? What the hell? He’d never met this artist in person but he’d enjoyed the piece they’d worked on together, images and ideas flying through the web. B (as the man/women only referred to themselves as) had contacted him, set him the outline of an idea and asked for Virgil’s input. Virgil had seen no harm in it and the idea had caught his imagination. The idea of using spay paint as the primary medium was novel, (to him anyway) he’d never used it himself. He’d thought about it but then there would be spray paint in Gordon’s easy reach and that would never end well. Ever polite Virgil said he would try but of course rescues took priority. And the 18th was his birthday after all. 2am London time was 1pm island time.

But two weeks later Virgil found himself finishing a rescue in Scotland just after midnight. Lady Penelope had already called, offering him a bed for the night stating “how distressing it was for him to be out on a rescue the night before him birthday”. He hadn’t the heart to inform her that as far as he was concerned it already was his birthday, the call had come in at 7am on the 18th island time and he’d travelled 11,426 miles west. So, as Gordon was found of saying he’d ‘turned back time’. By 11 hours this time making it 9pm on the 17th August when he’d arrived in Scotland. (If they went east it Gordon said ‘back to the future.’) Lady Penelope had promised him a birthday breakfast and presents. How could he resist her offer or his own curiosity? To say he hadn’t thought about B’s invitation would be a lie. He’d found himself absentmindedly sketching out their piece a few times over the past week. It wouldn’t hurt to go would it? Mind made up Virgil landed Thunderbird 2 on the Creighton-Ward estate, changed on board while calling a cab (no way was he waking Parker up) and lastly informed John where he was off to, promising to keep his coms on but giving his first youngest brother no further information.

Virgil arrived early and took the opportunity to walk Leake Street tunnel, he knew it was an established graffiti spot ever changing, but had never took the time to look for himself. It was interesting, a mix of different styles and abilities. Some pieces thoughtful, others not but all lived together (and on top of each other) here in this one space.

“V?”

Virgil stun round, spotting a man with a buff pulled up over his mouth and nose, the hood from his hoodie covering most of the rest of his face.

“B?”

“That’s me. Face covering mate.” It wasn’t a question as a buff was thrown Virgil’s way. He caught it without thinking but didn’t put it on. “Problem?”

“Well it’s just. Is this legal?”

B laughed, “More legal then I usually work. No worries if you don’t want to but I’ve got to get started. 2am round here isn’t all that quiet and I do have a secret identity to protect.”

Virgil pulled on the buff covering his nose and mouth as B had. Virgil’s eyes were wide, B, it couldn’t be? No way? Could he ask?

“Banksy?”

“Yer mate?”

Virgil swallowed, “What do you need me to do?”

Banksy piece is Cave Painting Removal. I'll be doing a separate post in relation to my fanart as it take a few things to create.

#tbbirthdaychallenge #TBBirthdayChallenge2021 #virgil tracy #fanart #fanfic #if graffiti changed anything it would be illegal #banksy #leake street tunnel #thunderbirds are go fanart

[charlie-conway96]

The Support: Adam Banks Imagine

Pairing: Adam Banks x Reader

Words: 1337

Warnings: None

The semester was winding down, which meant exams were coming up. You were a good student but nothing compared to your superstar boyfriend, Adam Banks. What couldn’t that kid do, he was an impressive hockey player, a 4.0 student and an amazing boyfriend. You had really won in life when Adam chose you over one of those airhead cheerleaders. 

Exam season meant you never saw Adam, if he wasn’t studying, he was at practice and if he wasn’t doing either of those things he was sleeping or eating. You both had no time for each other when it came down to the exam seasons and you always dreaded it. 

“The Ducks and I are studying for our Calculus exam, you wanna come? Julie asked, she was your roommate here at Eden Hall. 

“Yeah sure, I need some motivation to get through it.” You laughed.

“I hear ya, This exam is going to be brutal.” Julie replied, leading you out of the dorms.

The two of you walked into the cafeteria, where you saw the ducks gathered around a table covered in books. You saw an empty chair next to Adam and b-lined across the cafeteria to it. You knew that if someone had been sitting in the chair they would have moved but you didn’t want to cause a scene.

“Hi Mr. Banksy.” You said, ruffling his hair before taking the seat.

“Y/N, you’re alive!” He said, slugging his arm over your shoulder.

“Barely but I’m here.” You laughed.

“Tell me about it, I have no idea what is going on.” He replied, gesturing to the textbook. You knew that was a complete lie, Adam was a math genius, he just wouldn’t admit it.

Hours flew by and it was reaching 11:30 when you decided to call it a night. Most of the ducks opted to stay out some more to try to grasp that last bit of knowledge, but personally you knew you had to call it a night. Adam left with you and insisted to walk you back to your dorm even though his was on the other side of the wing. You couldn’t say no to his sweet face and it just meant you got to spend more time with your boy.

“Adam, I am terrified for this exam. I feel like I know nothing.” you sighed.

“Y/N, you know this stuff in and out. You’ve got nothing to worry about.” He replied.

“I thought I did, but after tonight, I don't know.” 

“Don’t worry too much about it, it'll make it worse.” 

Upon arriving at your dorm, Adam pulled you into a hug. You inhaled a big breath to smell his cologne, his cologne was one of your favorite scents you've ever smelled. You didn’t want to let go because you felt safe in his arms and the fear of the exam went away. 

“Did you just sniff me?” Adam laughed,

“Don’t ruin the moment please. You just smell so good.” You giggled. 

“Well you need to get some sleep, rest up for the exam. Good Night Y/N, I love you!” He said, placing a kiss on your forehead.

“Good Night Banksy, I love you too.” 

You watched as the blonde boy made his way down the hall before unlocking your dorm room and beginning to get ready for bed. You must have fallen asleep before Julie had returned because you didn’t even realize she came back until you woke up in the morning and saw her peacefully sleeping. 

You quickly got ready, throwing one of Adam’s flannels over a tshirt and pulling on a pair of jeans. You were the only one in the morning section of calculus so you walked to class alone. When you arrived at the classroom your nerves skyrocketed. You sat at your desk staring at the test for what felt like hours, eventually you had to hand in what you had done. There was at least a 50% on that paper but you did not feel confident in what was just handed in.

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Days had passed and your calculus teacher had handed back the exams. You didn’t want to look until you were back in the comfort of your dorm in case it was bad. (You already knew it was bad she handed it to you upside down) As you were practically sprinting back to your dorm, you ran into Adam. You didn’t really want to see him right now because the exam was burning a hole in your backpack but he may be good support.

“I got the exam back, she gave it to me upside down. That is never good.” You spilled to Adam. 

“Hey you never know. Let’s go back to your dorm and see. Julie is at practice with Scooter so it’ll just be us.” Adam replied.

You grabbed for Adam’s hand as you headed towards your dorm. Your body felt flush and you felt like you were going to pass out. You just wanted a good grade, you wanted to show that you could account to something with your life. The both of you sat on your bed, you slowly pulled the paper out from your bag. You saw the red 5 peeking out from the corner. Your eyes darted to the corner, 52% was circled in red. Your heart dropped, this was the worst mark you had gotten all year. 

“Y/N, it’s okay. You got amazing marks on everything else that we did in class, that’ll help bring your average up. One bad mark doesn’t define you as a student, you are so smart.” Adam said.

“It’s not that, this is the one test that I worked hard for..” Your voice began to crack.

Adam crouched down in front of you so that your eyes met.

“Y/N, you did the best that you could do. You told me yourself that you weren’t confident and you still passed the exam. You passed the class and are going to continue going to school here. Everything will be okay.” Adam’s voice became more gentle as he spoke.

Tears began streaming out of your eyes, you knew he was right but you wanted to do better. 

“I just want better grades.” You managed to say.

“I know, but there’s always next year. Don’t be afraid to ask for help. I can tutor you. I’ll tell Orion to excuse me from practice more. We will be able to get where you need to be.” Adam said, placing a hand on the side of your face while his thumb swiped away tears.

“Your sports comes first over me, I’ll just figure something else out. Math is just not for me.” You responded.

 “Y/N, I would do anything for you. You know that.” 

“Adam, hockey is your first love and I don’t want to take that time away from it.” 

“I want to help though, and there are so many more hours that I can practice in. But right now I want to help you.” Adam answered.

You let out a sigh, knowing your boyfriend was not taking no for an answer. 

“Fine.” 

“Good, now come here and let’s cuddle and take a nap. You need some rest.” Adam said, getting off the floor with open arms.

Adam stretched out on your bed and you crawled into his arms. He wrapped his arms around you tightly, knowing that is one of the things that made you feel safe. You nuzzled your head in the crook of his shoulder, taking in your boyfriend's scent. The worry about the class and the test went out the window. It was just you and Adam and that was all that mattered. You looked over to see Adam’s eyes shut as he peacefully napped. You let in one big inhale before closing your eyes yourself. 

“Stop smelling me Y/N!” Adam laughed.

You could feel the vibration of his laugh through his body which caused you to giggle. You closed your eyes again and fell asleep in your boyfriend's arms.

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