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aalyssah · 11 months

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Stay By My Side

Pairing: Jimmy Uso x Wife!Reader

Warnings: Fluff!

Word Count: 1,399

Summary: You and Jey choose your side after Night of Champions.

A/N: I know the summary sucked and the match didn't go like this, but let me do it for the story. Hope You Enjoy!

All members in the Bloodline were in the locker room, getting ready. Roman walked out the bathroom, fixing his pants slightly. "Listen up, me and Solo are gonna go out there and kick ass and get those belts back."

Everyone listened as Roman discussed the plan. "Jey, Jimmy, stay back here since I can't trust y'all." Jey looked somewhat offensive, cutting in the conversation. "Why not?" Roman looked at Jey as if he was stupid. "What do you mean, 'why not?' We're tryna win these titles, not lose them."

Jey didn't say anything more. "Y/n and Paul, I want y'all out there." That's when Jimmy cut in. "Nah Uce, if I'm not going out there then she isn't." Roman gave him a questioning look, cocking his eyebrows up, testing him. "I'm the Tribal Chief, meaning what says, goes."

Jimmy rolled his eyes. "And I don't give a damn what the Tribal Chief says, if I don't want my wife out there, she's not going." Roman closed his eyes, taking a deep breath to calm himself down. "Babe, calm down. I'll just go out there. Besides, Solo can protect me and Paul will be out there."

Jimmy gave you a worried look. "I'll be fine." You hugged him, snuggling in his chest. Jimmy stared Roman down, with a death glare. "Fine, but don't get involved." You nodded your head, sitting up. "Y/n, go get me some water."

You were about to get up when Jimmy grabbed your arm, standing chest to chest with Roman. "No, you go get your own water. My wife ain't no maid." The tension in the room was thick as Roman and Jimmy argued.

They've been like this for weeks and it's making you nervous about their relationship. "I'll get it, My Tribal Chief." Paul left quickly, getting the water. Roman scoffed, grabbing his belts. "Get out my face." Roman pushed Jimmy's face back, a growl falling from his mouth.

It was now all 3 brothers and you in the room. "Baby, chill out. Solo and Roman are gonna win the titles and take them back where they belong." Jimmy couldn't fathom the fact he would have to sit backstage while he watched his brother and cousin get something they earned.

"I can't be the only one. Jey, don't you feel mad, that Roman doesn't trust us?" Jey admitted, nodding his head. "Of course, but you know we have to listen to-'' Jimmy cut him off fast.

"Jey, who cares about what the Tribal Chief says? He's always ordering us around like we’re some dogs. I say it's time to step up and speak up." Jimmy stood up, putting his foot down. If Jey wasn't gonna be with him then he was going alone. "Bro, you can't be serious." You heard Solo say in the corner.

"Deadass." Jimmy still stood his ground, waiting for anyone to follow, but no one did. "Jimmy, just sit down. I know you hate this, but we need to listen to Roman." Jimmy held himself back, not wanting to upset you. "Fine, but I ain't nobody's bitch."

Little did you know, those two words would come into play later that night.

Roman walked back in the locker room. "Y/n, we need to talk about the match." You gave Roman your full attention. "If Sami and Kevin try to do something I need you to distract the referee, also-" Jimmy stopped Roman's sentence he could finish. "No, I don't want Y/n, getting involved."

For once, everyone could agree on it. "Yeah Uce, to be honest, I don't want her risking herself." Jey agreed. "Y/n, you heard me." You nodded your head, placing a kiss on Jimmy's cheek. "I'll be okay. Love you." Jimmy mumbled a 'Love you too.' Before letting you go.

The match had its ups and downs until one moment had a major down. The fight was taken outside the ring, getting dangerous most close to you and Paul. Y'all would move around the ring, but the fight would come towards you.

Roman was punched by Kevin, causing him to fly back. Just when Kevin was about to hit him again, Roman swiftly grabbed you, using you as a shield. You flinched, head turning to the side, eyes closing shut, but nothing came.

You opened them just before Kevin stopped mid punch. Roman threw you to the side, fighting back Kevin. You stood there, eyes wide in fear. Your life just flashed before your eyes. Paul checked up on you, putting you behind him for the rest of the match.

Unfortunately, Roman and Solo didn't win, but it only made you feel somewhat happy because you knew if they won, he wouldn't stop bragging about it to Jimmy and Jey.

As Roman and Solo recovered from their loss, the Usos music played, Jimmy and Jey running out. Jey was yelling at Roman, telling him how he couldn't win the titles after causing hell to him and his brother.

Roman began pushing at his face like he did Jimmy earlier. "Get out my ring." The moment Roman said that to Jey, he turned around to Jimmy, but was met with a superkick. The arena erupted into cheers, almost as loud as Sami's betrayal on Roman.

Paul dropped his head in his hands, knowing it was over. “I ain’t nobody’s bitch!” Jimmy yelled, over all the arena’s cheering. Your mouth was wide open, eyes wide. You would’ve never expected Jimmy to be the one to turn. Jey, yes, but never Jimmy. Jey pushed him back, breathing heavy.

“Man, what are you doing?! That’s our cousin!” Jey went to check up on Roman, but Jimmy pushed him back. “Listen to me, Uce! I’m doing what you should’ve done a long time ago! I got you!” And with that being said, Jimmy landed another super kick on Roman, making him roll out the ring.

Jimmy didn’t stick around for long, making his way back up the ramp, Jey following after him. Paul entered the ring, checking up on his Tribal Chief, while you stood there on the outside.

You didn’t know what to do. Should you go stay with the boys’ or go with Jimmy? “Y/n!” You heard Paul call from inside the ring.

You looked at him and then at Jimmy. He was already staring at you, giving you a pleading look. “Y/n!” Paul called once more, this time getting closer. “I’m sorry, I can’t-” You took off up the ramp to your husband, fans cheering you on.

Roman held his jaw, nodding his head in acceptance. Paul and Solo stood by Roman’s side while you and Jey with Jimmy’s. Jimmy dragged you both backstage, into a secluded area where others wouldn’t be at.

“Uce, why did you-” Jimmy shushed him, knowing he would want answers. “We deserve better! All because we made one mistake, he replaces us with Solo? That ain’t right, man, and I don’t know how you don’t see it.”

You watched as the two argued. “Yeah, I get it, but all we had to do was listen. Listen to the Tribal Chief!” Jimmy let out a groan, roping his hands over his face. He was about to say something, but you beat him to it.

“Jey, please listen to what Jimmy is saying. Roman is nothing, but a man who thinks everyone is a peasant beneath him, including his own family. He runs around giving orders like we’re his slaves and y’all do deserve better!”

Jimmy smiled slightly, at how you stood up for him. “You boys need to work together in order to put Roman in his place, otherwise, there’s no Uso’s.” Jimmy nodded his head adding, “I just need you to stay by my side. Both of you.”

He grabbed your hand, intertwining it together. “So if you don’t wanna be with me and Y/n, then go to Roman ‘cause I’m not ‘bout to be putting my energy into something that’s not worth it. Not again.” Jey took a deep breath, thinking it all over.

“Okay, I’m with y’all.” The two brothers hugged, before inviting you into it. Once you all pulled back, Jimmy pulled you in a private one, kissing the top of your head. “I’m gonna protect you with everything in me.”

Everyone knew this was far from over, but for now you’ll be by his side.

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blueberrypancakesworld · 4 months

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Hii, I was wondering If you could write a story about The Lost Boys x male reader where the reader has a panic attack caused by a long period of stress and his nose starts bleeding so heavily that he has trouble breathing. Sorry if this doesn't make sense Have a good day/night

We are here - Lost Boys x m!reader

warning : panic-attack, comfort, blood, some angst

Info : Thank you anon for the request (it was about time that I wrote something for the Lost Boys again) hope you and other enjoy this a little more angsty piece of work. Have fun reading :)

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There was a shudder again, a sound the rapid beating of his heart that he knew at first was nothing wrong but at that moment it just became too much. it had simply become too much. everyone had a limit until they collapsed, whether from lack of sleep, loss or stress.

Stress that had been keeping him awake for months, his work taking too much out of him and only making it worse. Coffee had little or no effect when he fell asleep at the first sip, only to wake up in the middle of the night and not know where he was.

His heart was beating rapidly, letting him know that he was overdoing it with the artificial wakefulness and that his body was crying out for sleep. But when his eyes settled on the bright screen in front of him, the computer showed new messages and when he saw his boss's name, he knew it only meant more work.

,,I-I-no…i can't take any more" he stammered and he felt his heart beat faster, fear settled into his body and tears welled up in his eyes this aftermath, the work, the environment all became too stressful he couldn't take any more and as the first tear flowed he felt a sting in his nose followed by a tickling sensation.

In his soaked face, the pain inside him and holding on to his chair, he barely noticed the blood running out of his nose, staining his sweater and his work papers. It was a sight the four vampires had never seen before as they came in through the window to their boyfriend.

What was supposed to be a night of fun fell silent as the four of them found their bat, as they always called him. ,,Hey hey hey bat, take it easy, come here," Paul said and knelt down by the younger boy's chair, gently taking the bloodied bat's egg with his cold hands and starting to stroke it.

Dwayne was already on his way to the bathroom to fetch a towel to wipe up the blood and moisten it. While David was in the kitchen looking for emergency snacks to distract his lover's thoughts, he seemed to be trying to get him out of this state.

While Marko lifted his little bat out of the chair as gently and slowly as he could and placed it on the bed. The vampires moved back to their beloved. ,,Here's something sweet," David said gently and placed the bowl next to him before sitting down next to Dwayne on the other side, who wordlessly asked if he could clean him up.

The crowds around him slowly eased, the voices stopped buzzing and the beeping stopped and when he heard Marko humming and Paul joining in he slowly calmed down.

The sweetness of the snalcks and the voice of his beloved slowly drew him back. ,,Welcome back…don't worry you're taking a long break," David ordered and the others joined in softly before they all moved to the bed and cuddled up to him.

,,Thank you guys, I really appreciate it," he murmured and snuggled up to the four of them, feeling his body come down from the hoc and when he closed his eyes he found not only peaceful sleep but also support in the arms of the four of them, something he hadn't had for a long time - no stress.

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ladylooch · 7 months

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Letters in Your Last Name - Chapter 34

A/N: Another time jump! Also, I still love the smut in this chapter. Also, the moment in their bedroom together before the game. That's the good stuff 🤌🏻

Word Count: 4.2k

Warnings: SMUT 18+ Content, dreaming big dreams as a wild fan ☠️

Minnesota Wild head to their first ever Stanley Cup Final Berth. Fiala scores twice in Game 3 win over Bruins. See You In St. Paul: Wild force Game 7 against Boston.

The kids and I are playing in the back yard while Kevin takes his pre-game nap. This will be the last one of the season. Tonight, is game 7 of the Stanley Cup Final at the Xcel Energy Center. I watch as Luca rushes next to Lacey at the portable water table. He sweetly shows his little sister how to scoop the water with the buckets. Lacey giggles excitedly as Luca dumps the water back into the table, making the water splash onto her face.

“Is that fun, baby?” I ask her, smiling at her big grin.

To anyone looking into our backyard, we look like a normal family enjoying a warm summer day. However, we are anything but that. Tonight is the biggest game of our family’s hockey life. The series against the Boston Bruins has been a battle from the first puck drop. Both teams are evenly matched across the board and every mistake must be capitalized on. The Wild have switched off wins each game so far this series. To say it has been stressful to watch would be an understatement. Kevin has handled the series well. He’s playing some of his best hockey and he has certainly been the most electric I’ve ever seen him in his career. Truthfully, I think it helps to have the kids around for a distraction from the seriousness of it all.

My phone begins to buzz in my hand and I look down, seeing Lauren Hartman’s name flash on my screen.

“Hi!” I answer.

“Oh my god. Tell me you’re as antsy as me about this game.” She groans.

“Definitely.” I confirm with her. “Kevin is taking his nap right now and I have no idea how he is able to sleep. I don’t think I’ve slept well since the series has started.”

“Ryan is too! Meanwhile, I’m resisting the urge to do tequila shots in the middle of the day.”

“Hey, it might help.”

“Probably except with my luck I’d end up passing out through the game. What are you wearing tonight? I’m struggling with what will bring the most luck.”

“Not sure yet, but probably something that goes with our jackets for the playoffs.” Each playoff season, the WAGS order a few articles of new swag to wear to support the team. This year, we picked a black leather jacket with the last name and number stitched on the back in forest green. Sparkly jewels line the outline of the stitching to make the lettering pop.

“Oh! Good call… Now I just have to figure out jeans and shoes….”

I look over at Luca and Lacey, noticing immediately at how tired they both are. Lacey is getting whiney and Luca is rubbing at his eyes more and more with each passing minute. I know if I don’t get them out of their suits and into bed soon, a meltdown will be imminent.

“Laur, I gotta go. Kids are hitting their limits. I’ll see you tonight though!” I click the end button and stand, walking towards the kids. “I see some tired babies.” I murmur, kneeling between them.

“I want to nap with daddy.” Luca tells me with a pout. He’s a little old to be napping, but with the late night we have, it’s necessary for him to at least rest.

“Not today, baby.” I smooth his dark locks from his forehead and give him a soft smooch. “Daddy needs to sleep well for the game tonight. I bet he will snuggle with you tomorrow to make up for it.” I nuzzle my nose into his neck before swinging Lacey up into my arms. She settles into me immediately. Her wet hair tickles my face as I reach for Luca’s hand, leading both of them into the kitchen to dry off.

When I enter our bedroom after putting both Luca and Lacey in their rooms, Kevin is up. He is moving quietly around our bedroom, putting on his tie, then his suit pants. He seems lost in thought, so I’m not sure if he even notices that I’m here with him.

“You look great.” I tell him. His head snaps to me quickly, confirming he had no idea I was with him. He tilts one side of his mouth into a quick smile.

“Thanks,” He says simply, moving around me to the bathroom. He grabs his hair gel and rubs it between his hands before he rushes his fingers through his hair. My lips tilt into a smile at how damn good he looks. How lucky am I?

“How are you doing?” I ask. Normally, I wouldn’t press much but the butterflies are dive bombing the walls of my stomach right now and it feels harder to avoid it than face it head on.

“Fine.” He responds, grabbing his cologne and spraying a few spritzes onto his body. He washes his hands quickly, then fixes a stray tendril of his hair that keeps trying to dip back to his forehead.

“At least you can shave your face tomorrow.” I say, trying to break the tension I see in his body. As is customary in the playoffs, the Wild players have all been growing facial hair since the beginning of the post-season. Whether it really brings them luck is up for debate. But hockey players are knowingly superstitious, so it’s best not to bring up the validity of the tradition.

“Yeah, that will be nice.” He murmurs as our eyes meet in the mirror.

Silence consumes our room as he adjusts his tie and tugs the ends of his dress shirt down towards his wrists. All of his shirts and suits are custom made to fit him perfectly. There is something about watching him get ready for games that always makes my heart flutter in response. I step towards him and wrap my arms around him, resting my head against his back. He places his hands on the bathroom counter and we stay like that for several moments. I struggle with coming up with words to say to him. I’m so nervous I could puke. I can’t imagine how he feels right now.

“Luca said to tell you good luck.” I finally say, breaking the silence and glancing at him in the mirror. Kevin smiles in response.

“I love that kid.” Kevin tells me, turning so he is holding me to his chest. “My favorite son, for sure.” He jokes with me, kissing my lips softly before stepping out of the bathroom.

I watch as he puts his shoes on and his cuff links before he pulls his suit jacket over his broad shoulders. I walk over to him as he buttons the jacket. He turns to me and I reach for him, smoothing his jacket down anxiously. He hands me his tie clip and I secure it to his dress shirt perfectly in the center.

“I think you’re ready now.” I whisper. I bite my lip as I feel the tears pinching at my eyes. This moment. Everything he has worked for. I’m overcome with the emotions of it all coming to a crescendo tonight. What if they win? What if they don’t? I gulp back the lump in my throat and push a happy grin onto my face.

“I have to go.” Kevin advises me. His eyes search my face but I’m not sure what he is looking for.

“Yeah, okay.” I step to the side so he can walk around me to grab his watch. He comes back to me and gives me a soft, sweet kiss. He rests his forehead against mine as our eyes stay closed. “Good luck.” There are so many more words I want to say, but I know now isn’t the time.

“I’ll see you after.” He tells me, giving my hand a squeeze before he begins to leave. The reality settles between us that the next time we see each other, the game will be over. He may or may not be a Stanley Cup Champion.

“Kev.” I call to him just as he steps into the door frame of our bedroom.

“Yeah babe?”

“No matter what happens tonight… we love you.” Kevin, who is still working on strapping his watch to his wrist, stills. His brown eyes melt and he sighs, walking back over to where I’m standing. He gathers me into his arms and breathes in deeply while we hug. I squeeze him one last time before we part.

“I love you.” He says simply before he walks out of the bedroom and into the greatest moment of his career. _ _ _

Overtime in Game 7 with the Stanley Cup in the building has got to be the most intense anxiety I’ve ever experienced. Yet, here we are. After 60 minutes of battle, the score couldn’t be decided and the game needs extra minutes to determine this years’ champion.

I watch intently as the Bruins cycle the puck in the Wild zone. I feel antsy watching, knowing that if the puck doesn’t get out soon, this likely won’t end well for our tired defensemen. Kevin is on the ice; his positioning is perfect defending at the point. I watch as the Bruins defenseman winds up for a slap shot and it hits Kevin’s shin pads, bounding back into the neutral zone. The biggest mistake- one that defensemen will see when he closes his eyes for the remainder of his career.

“Kev!” I gasp, watching as Kevin flies forward towards the puck. The Bruins defenseman has reacted, but too slow. Soon, it’s just Kevin and the goalie as he darts down the ice on an obvious break away. “Kev.” I say again quietly, almost begging.

Everything seems to slow. I put my hand to my chest and hold my breath watching as he locks eyes on the net. The arena is buzzing with excitement as he moves the puck off the boards and heads closer to the center. He stick handles once more to change the angle at the last minute. He flicks his wrists and snipes the puck into the top, left hand corner of the net. My heart lurches into my throat as I watch the white twine snap in response to the puck.

“Yes!” I scream as the horn blares and the fans roar. “Oh my god! Oh my god!” I jump up and down, reaching for Laura as we both celebrate. The noise in the arena is deafening as everyone yells in disbelief and celebration. I pull away from her and turn, watching as the Wild bench clears rushing to Kevin. Helmets, gloves, and sticks litter the entire ice as they pile together in the corner. Kevin disappears from view while sobs clutch my chest in suffocating heaves. He did it.

“Mama!” Luca yells from behind me, his eyes wide and his face scrunched up in response to the noise.

“It’s okay baby!” I say to him. “I know it’s loud. Daddy won!” I kneel down and hold him tight, trying to gasp for air around the incredible excitement and overwhelm for Kevin. My lips press to Luca’s cheeks and he buries his face into my side as I stand again.

“The Minnesota Wild are your Stanley Cup Champions!” The announcer yells as confetti falls into the general seating area. I laugh in response, tilting my head back and feeling the paper settle into my hair. Kevin just won the Stanley Cup. He is finally a Stanley Cup Champion.

“Everything is okay.” I say to Luca again. I turn and see Laura holding Lacey who is watching with wide eyes like her brother. I turn back to the rink and point down to the ice where Kevin is still being mobbed. “Let’s look for daddy.” I tell Luca as I pull him onto my hip. He’s gotten so big it’s hard to hold him up here, but he needs the comfort. It’s so loud. I’m grateful for the baby headphones both of the kids are wearing. Eventually, the Wild players pull apart from one pile and focus on giving hugs all around. I see Kevin and Luca points excitedly. “Wave, bubba!” I tell him as Kevin looks our way. He searches for us and when he finds us his eyes brighten and his smile somehow gets even wider.

“Woo!!” I yell to him, bouncing with Luca who puts his hands in the air. I blow him a kiss as tears fill my eyes and stream down my face. Everything he has ever worked for has lead to this moment. I can barely breathe with the pride I have for him. The long-time Minnesota sports fan in me also can’t quite believe what just happened.

Quickly, the red carpet is rolled onto the ice and the Stanley Cup makes it’s long awaited arrival onto the Xcel Energy Center ice to the roaring applause of the State of Hockey. I beam with pride as I watch Kevin clap his hands and yell along with the fans. Ryan Hartman wraps him into a tight hug again and they both laugh. It’s a hug filled with history- from Nashville to Minnesota to Stanley Cup champions. I glance down the row at Lauren and we grin at each other. Then, a round of boos greet the commissioner as he begins his introduction.

Matt Boldy comes in next, joining the hug until Ryan breaks away. Matt and Kevin embrace. The hug is tight, clasping each other like the brothers they have turned into. Matt changed our lives on and off the ice. I can’t imagine not having him here to celebrate this with.

“Uncle Matty.” Luca points excitedly at me.

“Yeah, baby. Uncle Matty and daddy.” I press my nose into his hair, hiding my large grin. Matt says something to Kevin, who points in our direction. Matt’s eyes lock on me and I give him a fist pump.

“Proud of you!” I mouth to him. His boyish grin fills as he waves in acknowledgement.

“Joel Ericksson Ek, it is my honor to present to you the Stanley Cup.” Joel skates forward and after a moment to pause for pictures, he grabs it in both hands and lifts it high into the sky. The crowd roars and I sob happily in response watching it all unfold. This moment of greatness not just for our family but for this entire state. I yell and cheer holding Luca to me as he buries his face in my shoulder again. I rub his back soothingly, watching as Joel skates his lap. When he is done, he sets his eyes on Kevin and I know it’s his turn next.

My husband grips the edges in both hands and thrusts it above his head while laughing through a wide smile. His excited yelp is drowned out by the sound of the fans. Tears fall down my face as we yells back to him in response. I bite my quivering lip as he skates closer to us, giddy in response to seeing us cheer for him. He brings it to his lips and kisses it before skating back towards his teammates. Laura snaps away pictures of her brother and then turns the camera on me to capture my teary mess of a face.

“Congratulations! This is yours too.” She tells me confidently. “All the sacrifices we have all had to make for this. It’s ours.” She nods at me and I agree.

The countless hours his parents spent driving him places. The terror and hopefulness of allowing their teenage son to move to a different country to find competition that challenged him. A sister who continuously understood that Kevin’s games came first. A wife and mother who rocked both her kids to sleep alone while her husband was out on a 14 day road trip. All the nights I fell asleep gripping his pillow, wishing it was him. Laura is right; this is ours.

Soon, team representatives are next to our section, ushering us up the stairs and down the elevators so we can join our boys on the ice. Kevin’s parents and Laura help with the kids.

“I’ll take him.” Jan, says, grabbing Luca from my arms as he was beginning to fall asleep on me. “You go to him first.” He nods at me as we step out of the elevator. I look at Renata who nods her head in agreement. I give them a small smile as we are directed down the tunnel.

Stepping carefully, we reach the ice and I search for Kevin. He’s across the rink from us laughing and skating away from Kaprizov who is dumping water all over him. Kirill laughs as he empties the bottle all over Kevin’s head. Kevin spits out the water onto the ice and runs his hands through his hair, shaking the excess water off. His eyes lift to the tunnel. When he sees me, I feel like the only person in this entire world.

I don’t even think about the slippery surface of the ice, or the fans, or the media, or honestly, our kids. I just run to him. He meets me in the middle and catches me effortlessly. I wrap myself around him and immediately begin shaking at the excitement of being in his arms. He smells absolutely awful and he’s wet and now I’m wet and I don’t care about any of it. All that matters is the feeling of his body connected with mine.

“Baby! I am so, so, so, so, SO proud of you.” I squeal to him joyfully, pulling back and looking at his face. “My Stanley Cup Champion.” I wrinkle my nose cutely at him, placing my lips hungrily on his. He skates slightly backwards as our lips nip and tug at each other greedily. I can hear the click of a camera and I don’t know who it is or where this picture is going. I’m too wrapped up in Kevin to care.

“I love you.” Kevin says to me as I slide down from his arms. My boots hit the ice and he reaches down again and kisses me. His lips are greedy, sucking up every ounce that I’m giving him. “So fucking much, Samantha Fiala.” My name comes out of his mouth in a breathless whisper. The sound of my full name sets my body on fire and I want all of him instantly. After all these years, he knows my tells. He chuckles in recognition. “Later.” He kisses my nose and wraps an arm around my body, turning towards where our family is coming towards us. “I see our final baby in the very near future.” He squeezes my side as his mom approaches for a hug. I don’t get the chance to agree with him, but I do. A Stanley Cup baby is a pretty good story.

The celebration continues on the ice, then into the locker room and the family lounge. We laugh and cry and share stories of the successes and struggles to get here. After midnight, the players start to confirm plans of going out in downtown to continue the celebration at an upscale rooftop bar. Despite the exhaustion I feel, Kevin and I agree to join the group. We can sleep in a few days when the excitement dies down. I look over at our sleeping kids on the couch and know we need to get them home to bed before we meet up with the rest of the team.

“We have some sleepy babies, mama.” Kevin murmurs to me as he grabs Luca and I grab Lacey.

Laura comes home with us and offers to stay with our kids for the night while we go out to celebrate. I rush up the stairs and into our closet, shrugging off my black Fiala jacket and looking at the available outfit options. What does one wear to a Stanley Cup celebration?

“Wir sind bald draußen.” I hear Kevin say to Laura as he walks into our master bedroom. I hear the soft click of the door and Kevin appears in the doorway.

“I’m not sure what to wea- Oh!” I exclaim as Kevin grabs me, lifting me off the ground and roughly sets me on the dresser in our closet. “Right here, huh?” I say breathlessly as he kisses down my neck. His hands are unruly and greedy on my body. I moan in response to his lips and eagerness.

“Laura is upstairs. Try to be quiet.” He advises me, tugging at my shirt. Our lips part briefly as he lifts it over my head. He is back to my lips for a moment before his mouth trails down my chest. He buries his face in my breasts and grinds his hips into me. He is warm and hard and my inner core clenches in response.

“Mmm, Kev..” I whisper as he tugs at the button on my jeans. I grab the belt on his suit pants and pull it apart. It takes mere seconds before his erection is at my entrance. When he feels how wet I am, he pushes in quickly and I lose myself in the feeling of him. He pauses there for a moment, watching my face for the stitch of pain to turn into pleasure. He slowly slides an inch out and then thrusts right back in. The dresser shakes from the movement of our bodies. I moan desperately in response and he grins down at me.

“Holy fuck, you feel so damn good, baby.” He growls as he begins to move quickly. “The entire time we were on the ice, I wanted to bend you over and fuck you against the boards.” He pounds into me in a steady, hard rhythm and I’m gone within moments. Something about when he gets like this- horny, needy, and just the right amount of rough- has me crashing fast every time. Kevin pulls me into his arms and walks us into our bedroom. When we get on the bed, he begins to move again, slower, almost painfully slow. I wrap my legs around him to hold him close to me. He brushes a loose strand away from my face, leaning down and kissing my lips tenderly. “ I love you, babe.” He places feather light kisses along my cheeks, then sucks lightly on my neck. “Thank you.”

“For what?” I murmur. He slows his pumps to a stop and I pout in response.

“For everything. This wouldn’t have happened without you. I wouldn’t be this version of me if I didn’t have you. I’m so lucky. The life we have… that you’ve given to us…”

“I think you had more to do with this than you’re giving yourself credit for.” I laugh, squeezing my muscles around him. He groans in response and dips his head in pleasure.

“Maybe.” He finally admits, “But I’m a Stanley Cup Champion because of you, Sam. Your support, sacrifice, and unconditional love brought our family here.” He is looking at me through serious brown eyes and I swallow hard in response. “We always said three. I want to complete our family now.” He whispers as he begins to pump into me faster. The rhythm is delicious and I can feel my second orgasm building within me.

“Me too.” I respond. “A Stanley Cup baby.”

“I know we shouldn’t pick favorites, but come on, it won’t even be close.” My chest heaves with loud laughter.

He begins to move faster inside of me again, cutting off my laugh with a breathy moan. His hands go to my breasts and his thumbs slowly circle my nipples. I arch my back into his waiting palms in response. I tilt my knees closer to my chest to allow him deeper. There it is. Our groans fill the room. He strokes that marvelous spot inside of me. My skin breaks out in goosebumps in acknowledgement. Kevin reaches down and places his lips over mine to catch the deep, primal wail coming out of my mouth. He pumps hard twice more before his hips jerk awkwardly as he finishes inside of me. Our mouths break apart after he comes as we both gasp for air from the highest of highs.

“That should do it.” He laughs, pulling out. I giggle in response, shoving away the dark cloud of our last attempts to conceive.

“I feel pregnant already.” I joke to him.

I know this one will be different.

Five weeks later, after multiple Stanley Cup Celebrations, a parade down West 7th, and not nearly enough sleep, I smile down at the pregnancy test confirming what I already knew. Pregnant. I walk out of the bathroom where Kevin is coloring at the kid’s table with our older two babies. He perks up when he sees me walk into the room. A wide grin breaks onto his lips when he takes in the look on my face. He stands up and dances over to me, gripping my hips and kissing me tenderly.

“Our Stanley Cup baby.” I giggle when we pull apart.

“So lucky.” He whispers to me, resting his forehead against mine.

Our little family is almost complete.

#letters in your last name au #sam X kevin fiala #Kevin Fiala Fic #los angeles kings #my writing #hockey fan fiction #hockey writing #NHL writing

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libraryofplotbunnies · 10 months

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What can the MC do to make the ROs absolutely flustered and a blushing mess? In relationship stage?

Royce: It might so cheesy on their end but being carried around is a sure fire way to get them to turn into a mess. He's so used to being the strong one that it never crossed his mind that he doesn't always have to be. Bridal carry or the firemen's carry is the ideal position to get maximum blushing on his end. Though he might start making jokes to save some face.

Douglas: So it's really hard to get him to be flustered. He made sure that nothing can truly faze him and keep his focus on the task on hand. But he does have a killer weakness that will be discovered accidentally. Glasses is his Achillies heel. Just seeing you wearing glasses will have him involuntary blush to his chest. Pair that with a professional outfit and grooming, his brain won't be able to function.

Amanda/Rosette: She's loves singing. It's her favorite part of her "offical" job minus labor work. So when you come in with a handwritten song, completely original and messy, she can't help but to blush from the tips of her ears to her neck. It's cool having playlists and songs dedicated to you, but someone taking time to create one for her and actually performing it, she can't stop herself from blanking out.

Marianna: She's a tad old fashioned. Depsite taken the modern aesthetic, she's mainly taken by more traditional means of affection. So when you start leaving her flowers and bonquets to communicate your feelings, her normally collected face turns red. She tries to keep her composure but the heartfelt messages she can read from the flowers, her air of coolness dissapears into vapor. Pair that with a poem, all sense of composure goes out the window.

Edward/Edith: As best friends, you two spent sometime cuddling growing up. It was easier sharing the bed then fighting over the right to sleep on the floor. But recently, E wakes up early and just see you sleeping peacefully. No worries or responsibilities. It just squeezes something in their chest but then you unconciously search for them. Wrapping your arms tighter against them then soft smile appears on your face at the contact. They hide their blushing face in their pillow, keeping to their body flusterness under control in order to not wake you.

Juste/Justine: Anytime they see you wearing any of their knitting projects. They give you some as a token of their affection but they never really think that you'll wear them. They're highy critical of their work and don't think that it's perfect enough for you to wear. But then, you come in wearing it proudly and reverence in your eyes at the garment, J can't take it. Everything in their face is on fire and they can't believe how lucky they are.

Lucero: Close and intimate dancing is the way to go. The slow swaying in the kitchen with the radio playing, feeling your heartbeat and just being in the moment. They can't help but to blush. They try to hide it by snuggling into your body but it just makes it worse. Dipping them though will make them hundred percent flustered.

Ji-Min: They're always easily flustered by you. Any form of affection from you, they will collapse into a puddle of goo. It might make them easy to please but they adore you so much and count their stars everyday for you being with them. But the number one way to get massive blushing is suprising them with a heartfelt letter. They're a romantic fool for them.

Doran/Deirdre: Making anything for them. They had given and recieved gifts in the past but one made by their partner, it just hits them square in the chest. They never had anybody do this with so much love and sincerity directed towards them. Not to get their attention or impressing them, just simply showing your love for them. Happy tears will be shed on their end .

Paul/Palina: Wearing their clothes. Just seeing their partner swallowed up by their clothes automatically makes them flustered like no tomorrow. Teasing will only make it worse for them, trying to cover their blush from you. They might suprise you with a cuddle session due to wanting to get give you as much love as possible in return.

#belrose curse- if #ros #thanks anon!#questions

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kittypatch · 1 year

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These insults are from an era before the English language got boiled down to 4-letter words. Insults then, had some class!

1. "I am enclosing two tickets to the first night of my new play;

Bring a friend, if you have one."

George Bernard Shaw to Winston Churchill.

"Cannot possibly attend first night, I will attend the second...If there is one."

- Winston Churchill, in response.

2. A member of Parliament to Disraeli: "Sir, you will either die on the gallows, or of some unspeakable disease."

· "That depends, Sir," said Disraeli, "whether I embrace your policies or your mistress."

3. "He had delusions of adequacy." - Walter Kerr

4. "I have never killed a man, but I have read many obituaries with great pleasure."

- Clarence Darrow

5. "He has never been known to use a word that might send a reader to the dictionary."

- William Faulkner (about Ernest Hemingway).

6."Thank you for sending me a copy of your book; I'll waste no time reading it."

- Moses Hadas

7. "I didn't attend the funeral, but I sent a nice letter saying I approved of it."

- Mark Twain

8. "He has no enemies, but is intensely disliked by his friends.."

- Oscar Wilde

9. "I feel so miserable without you; it's almost like having you here."

- Stephen Bishop

10."He is a self-made man and worships his creator."

- John Bright

11. "I've just learned about his illness. Let's hope it's nothing trivial."

- Irvin S. Cobb

12. "He is not only dull himself; he is the cause of dullness in others."

- Samuel Johnson

13. "He is simply a shiver looking for a spine to run up."

- Paul Keating

14. "In order to avoid being called a flirt, she always yielded easily."

- Charles, Count Talleyrand

15. "He loves nature in spite of what it did to him."

- Forrest Tucker

16. "Why do you sit there looking like an envelope without any address on it?"

- Mark Twain

17. "His mother should have thrown him away and kept the stork."

- Mae West

18. "Some cause happiness wherever they go; others, whenever they go."

- Oscar Wilde

19. "He uses statistics as a drunken man uses lamp-posts... For support rather than illumination."

- Andrew Lang (1844-1912)

20. "He has Van Gogh's ear for music."

- Billy Wilder

21. "I've had a perfectly wonderful evening. But this wasn't it."

- Groucho Marx.

22."He has all the virtues I dislike and none of the vices I admire."

- Winston Churchill

【PS】 I’m back after a grueling week in Scottsdale. Now I’m facing mountains of paperwork to finalize all the legal issues, care home placement, and home sale. Yikes! Missed my kitties and am happy to be able to snuggle with my fur balls❤️

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snnbnny · 2 years

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Just a question. How would Asahi, Oikawa, and Izuku (and add anyone else who you feel like could fit into this) would react to a s/o staying up way to late to finish a drawing <3

- Sad anonymous

me to sad anon me to...

-c/w: none just pure fluff

that being saidddddddddddddddddddddd

Asahi would worry about your health, to the point where he wouldn't be able to sleep until he knew you were to. But he also doesn't want to disturb you so he concludes to do his own thing until you come out of the home office. Whether its just making himself some hot tea and watching Ru Paul's Drag race (his most recent favorite show) or gets possesed by the fashion gods and creating new designs. However as soon as you were done he would follow you back to your bedroom and snuggle you so tight before passing out.

Oikawa, like Asahi, wouldn't be able to sleep knowing your up and about. But unlike Asahi he would simply go to wherever you are and stay with you till you were done, preferably he would do so by picking you up and out of your chair to take your spot then placing you on his lap. He would hold you close and use your shoulder as a head rest to watch you, although sometimes you have to watch out if he's in a certain mood he would tease you with kisses all over and nibbles to the neck- he's a cheeky fellow. There has been a few times that he's simply passed out and you had to wake him up in order for the two of you to go to bed. Oikawa reminds me of a puppy in this sense.

Izuku simply doesn't allow it. You need sleep and he always sleeps better when your in bed with him. He would be gentle about it don't worry, nurturing you and coddling you with sweet words. That being said he wouldn't leave much room for protest- he will physically bring you to bed if need be. Total dad move.

Bakugou is similar to Izuku in the manner where he won't let you stay up to late most days, but he wouldn't be gentle or nurturing just bossy and most likely insists on physically taking you to bed if you even hint at protest. However its not all that on common for him to stay with you instead if you tell him you desperately need to finish this piece or something, he would huff but not fight you much- instead he would pull over a chair or like Oikawa move you so he could take your chair and you could sit on his lap so he can hold you.

Tagging: @oikawas-milk-bread @kaminarili @fancybearcollectorsblog-blog @trollyluv

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greatandquestionablecontent · 4 months

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I should do like an artathon or something. I have so many things to draw.

Still bitter tumblr wont let me share the last gavystan art I did even though there aren’t any visible genitals

Anyway here’s a segment (not including like, landscapey nature paintings and gift arts for irl people) from my list of arts I intend to draw. Input/curiosity/etc welcome lol. It may be motivational.

WIPs

-gavystan snuggling in bed with quilts on the wall, Coaptation

-Heights all lined up entire cast of Conviction/Coaptation verse

-Locked Tomb Palamedes & Camilla art

-Liat with gun, Conviction

-Yakovi, Conviction

More Ideas (in order of fandom first, then OCs)

-Locked Tomb: Nona in 69c moustache rides shirt

-Locked Tomb: Pyrrha or Pal!Cam in #girldad shirt

-Locked Tomb: lyric art, Im still deciding between harrow and nona

-Locked Tomb: paul identity thing inspired by some refs Ive hoarded for ages

-Marrow Thieves: lyric art (gotta finish reading book 2 first)

-Andromeda with ghosts

-Jade with gutterslut sparkly booty shorts (i have no memory of adding this to my list but yeah sure)

-wholesome pregnant ari with ramsey

-wholesome Gavin + little Li-li (Ari and Ramsey’s kid)

-In The Mirror vibey alter ego duo portraits

-trysjadari In The Mirror mountain time

-zodiac art?

-Trystan with hair up [REDACTED] 🍆

-Pensive ari lyric comic? Arise AU???

-Red algae ari

-Gavari wedding photo with yakovi and liat

-denna mermay. We want sinister siren vibes not disney. Sharp teeth and long nails.

-creepy maren

-Vibey maren in wildflower meadow

-more gavystan affection of course always, lots of smut in my refs folder. Although tumblr may not let me share those either…

-worldbuilding art! I have visuals for various settings but so rarely bother to illustrate fictional landscapes. Cityscapes especially.

-also tbh i always have more lyric art i can do for my ocs. The playlists are so long. So many good lyrics.

#meta and rambles #my art #the locked tomb #marrow thieves #feel free to vote to move things up the list

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aesopsharpmybeloved · 2 years

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The Broken Alarm Clock

Another short story, continuation of The Late Night Visit, chapter Two of The In-Between series and part of The Simple Case of Love fic universe. You can check the entire series out on AO3, too. Enjoy.

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“(F/N), wake up!” a quiet but insistent voice sounded right next to your ear. You groaned unhappily. You were exhausted and you were resting so comfortably, cuddled up to something delightfully warm, the very concept of getting up seemed like a fate worse than death. The something you were leaning against moved and you heard someone take a deep breath. Suddenly, a hand touched your cheek and you leaned into it, getting even more comfortable. “Oh, you are going to be the death of me,” said the voice again, both fondness and slight exasperation could be heard within it.

“Really, though, Bev Keanne is going to be here any minute now, looking for me, and this will be very hard to explain.” You were up at once. Your eyes snapped open and you finally realised that the warm comfy thing you were snuggling against was Father Paul Hill. The entire evening came back to you all at once; your insomnia, late night strolling and finally falling asleep with the parish priest right on his couch. “Oh my god,” you muttered, your voice still heavy with sleep which was now also mixed with panic.

You immediately released Father Paul and jumped up from the sofa, almost falling down on your bum in the process. “Jeez, what time is it?!” “Later than would be wise,” said Father Paul, “the mass is supposed to begin in fifteen minutes, so I should really get myself ready. You might be able to still slip out unnoti-” Knock knock knock.

Both you and Paul turned your eyes towards the door. “Father Paul? It’s Bev,” came a muffled voice from outside, “are you alright? People are entering the church already.” You looked at the father: he was still wearing his pajamas, his hair was messy and there were circles under his large dark eyes. He stood up from the couch quickly and grabbed your arm, gently but firmly guiding you towards his bedroom and mouthing a silent ‘Go!’. No sooner had you hidden inside the dim room had the front door opened.

“Father! You’re not ready for mass!” you heard Bev’s shrill voice as you went further on to the bathroom, praying that she would stay in the main room. “Yes, I um- I’m afraid I might’ve overslept a bit. Give me five minutes, I’ll be right in the church,” said Paul apologetically. After a few moments and some muttered words from Bev, there were sounds of the front door closing again and quick steps leading into the bedroom. Father Paul came into view as you stood in the doorframe to the bathroom. He took his shirt off in a hurry and you immediately turned around in order to give him some privacy.

You heard the rustle of clothes as Paul tried to change quickly. “I’m sorry,” you whispered, “are you very mad at me?” The rustling stopped and then a gentle hand landed on your shoulder. You turned around to look at him. He was already partly dressed, wearing a pair of those tight skinny jeans, black socks and he was in the middle of buttoning up his shirt. However, the upper part of his chest was bare and you couldn’t stop your eyes from observing it appreciatively. Remembering yourself, you gazed up and into his eyes. There was a soft smile on his lips: “I’m not mad at you at all. I should’ve woken you up earlier, to be honest, but you looked very peaceful.” Your cheeks tinted at the idea of him watching you as you slept, cuddled against him.

He continued buttoning his shirt, searching for the white priest collar with his eyes: “Now I’m afraid though that you’ll have to wait until mass begins to, say, ‘make your escape’,” his voice was mischievous. You were mesmerised by his hands as they deftly worked up the black shirt, barely listening to him. You stepped aside to let him into the bathroom, so he could brush his teeth and tame his hair. Only then you thought about what he said.

“I don’t get it though, it’s not like something bad happened, we just fell asleep. It happens, I mean, I take kips at Erin’s house all the time.” He chuckled with the toothbrush in his mouth but didn’t attempt to say anything. Two minutes later, you were helping him into his green chasuble. He was unshaved from yesterday, but otherwise looked as put together and decent as he always did. “Well, I’m running late,” he said, checking his watch, “hopefully my flock won’t eat me alive.” You giggled and opted to stay in his bedroom, sitting on his bed until the coast was clear: “You didn’t answer me, though, why am I hiding?”

He took one last look into the mirror and went to leave, only stopping right as he reached the door. Still with the grin of his, he looked back at you. “You’ve been here on this island for quite some time now, you know how gossip spreads.” And with that, he left the rectory.

—

You managed to slip out about half an hour later, and even made it home without bumping into anyone. After some much needed breakfast there came a knock on your door. “Hey,” said Erin with a grin once you opened. “Good morning,” you replied, still groggily, since the thrill of the morning wore off and your body just remembered you were running on barely four hours of sleep. Stepping aside you let Erin into your home. “I wanted to check up on you,” she admitted as you made your way into the living room, “you don’t usually miss Sunday mass, I was worried if you’re alright.” You offered her something to drink and she asked for a cup of ginger tea. ‘Helps with the morning sickness,’ she said. “I’m sorry to have worried you,” you apologised truthfully, your back to her as you prepared the drink, “I fell asleep late and my um-, my alarm seems to have broken and it didn’t ring.”

You finished making Erin’s tea (and your too-strong coffee) and sat with her on the sofa. Your friend immediately took the cup you laid down onto the coffee table and blew softly on the hot liquid. “That’s funny,” she said after a while with an impish smile, “Father Paul was late this morning and he said the exact same thing!” With all the innocence you could muster you looked straight into her eyes and said: “Oh well, it seems being a God’s servant doesn’t protect your alarm clock from breaking down, doesn’t it?”

Erin started laughing.

Thank you for reading. Please, check this story out on AO3 and if you liked it, I’ll be very happy for feedback. If you have a prompt or a fun idea for a short fic, my inbox is open. Thanksies x

#midnight mass #father paul hill #fanfiction #father paul x reader #father paul hill x reader #reader insert #fluff #tooth rotting fluff #short and sweet #father paul #erin greene #bev keane #midnight mass fanfiction

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dragonbinx · 1 year

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Santa Paws: Lou’s Revenge

Part of my Christmas series from last winter. Posted on Ao3 here.

Series: 911: Lone Star

Ship; Tarlos

Characters: Carlos Reyes, TK Strand

As much as he loved him, TK being excited made Carlos nervous.

That wasn’t fair. He loved when TK was excited about their apartment, or game night, or the meal Carlos had made for them, or when one of them surprised the other at work. He adored TK’s excitement about his recent push to make detective, or wedding planning with Carlos’s mom. There were a million versions of TK’s enthusiasm that made Carlos feel just as enthusiastic, that gave him another reason to look forward to their lives together.

When he wasn’t sure what was making TK excited, though? That was usually a bad sign. Especially when it came to potential pets.

At first he hadn’t had much reason to be worried. The fish tank had gone back into the garage and had stayed there since Lou was returned to the wild where the creepy, scaly thing belonged. And any of the sly grins and vague but self-satisfied comments that his very unsubtle fiancé made could be chalked up to the upcoming holidays and him being confident in whatever gift he’d gotten Carlos.

But then on the second week of December, Carlos had borrowed TK’s phone to order pizza for game night, and his web browser had been pulled up to an animal shelter. And Carlos had told himself that he was just looking at cute animal pictures. Nothing to worry about.

A few days later, TK came home from work with a few scratches on his arms and the same wide, boyish grin on his face as when he’d held up a plastic container full of lizard. When Carlos asked him what had happened, he said, “Nothing, got stuck in a bush,” in a very unconvincing attempt at nonchalance, not losing one ounce of that big, terrifying smile.

The final evidence had come when he’d swung by the 126 for lunch the Tuesday before Christmas and the conversation had come to an abrupt halt as soon as Paul had caught sight of him walking in. He could have sworn he heard the words ‘fuzzy’ and ‘cute.’ Which at least suggested something warm blooded, but that still didn’t mean a normal pet.

Christmas Eve saw him lying in their bed, wide awake and filled with anxiety. Not only was this their first blended family holiday with Owen and his parents, but he had to figure out how to gently turn down whatever terrifying new animal TK was planning on surprising him with. Probably in front of his mother, who would be disappointed in him if he made TK sad. And he didn’t even want to make TK sad in the first place, but he couldn’t have another wild animal running around his home. Not when every time something brushed his leg or his neck he jumped up thinking it was Lou.

But the next day, no pet appeared. He was a little droopy and tired all day, but in spite of his muted holiday cheer and refereeing abilities, the first in-laws Christmas went off without a hitch. Food was eaten and gifts were exchanged, including a set of pans he’d had his eye on and deep green hoodie with DETECTIVE and a magnifying glass emblazoned on the back from TK. They bundled up and headed home before dark, so TK could light the menorah and sing the blessings after the sun went down.

By the time they’d put the candles out and snuggled on the couch to watch It’s a Wonderful Life, Carlos was finally feeling relaxed. He’d read too much into things. The hoodie was probably what had gotten TK so smug, and what the 126 had been talking about that made them shut up so fast. And maybe TK had actually fallen in some bushes and didn’t want to tell whatever story went along with it.

Just as he was ready to let the whole thing go, he heard a knock on the front door.

TK sprung up from coach in the blink of the eye. “I got it!”

Carlos barely had time to sit up and turn his head before their door was open and Owen walked in, holding a box.

A box with holes in it. With something moving inside.

“Hey, dad. Bring it in here.” TK led his father into the apartment, practically bouncing with each step.

“What’s going on?” Carlos asked apprehensively, hoping he was about to be proved wrong again, no matter how conclusive the evidence.

“Dropping off one last Christmas surprise. And wishing you luck,” Owen said as he put the box down.

“Me or him?”

“Whichever. Merry Christmas,” he said to Carlos, and with a clap to TK’s back, he exited the apartment as quickly as he came.

TK was almost vibrating, although there seemed to be some nerves involved now. “Okay, babe, I know that my last attempt at a pet didn’t go over great. So I wanted to make it up to you.”

Crap. “TK, I don’t know …”

Then the box meowed.

He blinked, trying to understand. “Wait, is that a cat?”

“I should have pulled it out sooner, huh?” TK opened the flaps of the box and pulled out a kitten, maybe four or five months from the looks of it, mostly white but with lots of black and orange fur, too. It had a blue collar on its neck and bright green eyes.

“But that’s a normal pet,” Carlos breathed, not quite believing it. Because after the Lou incident, the one thing that had never occurred to him was that TK could get something as basic as a cat.

“Yeah, like I said, trying to make up for the Lou thing.” TK cuddled the kitten to his chest as it looked around the room curiously. “I was trying to figure out what to get, and then we came across him and his brother on a call. So I asked Dad to take him to the vet and bring him home so he could be a surprise. You wanna hold him?”

Carlos started to reach out, then pulled back, remembering something. “Wait, so is this what scratched you?”

“Oh, no, that was his brother. Mateo and Dad have him.”

“Okay.” He took the kitten in his hands, which immediately started purring and trying to climb up his sweater. “He’s very cute,” he admitted, petting his little head with one finger and picking it up with the other hand and putting it safely in his lap. “Thank you.”

“A pet you can pet,” TK said proudly, looking relieved. “Merry Christmas, baby.” He leaned over and gave Carlos a soft kiss, trying not to disturb their new little addition.

As the kitten tried to climb its way up Carlos again, he felt something jingle against him and realized the collar had a name tag on it. Plucking the kitten from his sweater, he held him aloft and read the tag. “You’ve gotta be kidding me.”

“Ok, I know what you’re gonna say …”

Carlos fixed his fiancé with a flat glare. “We’re not calling our cat Lou Two, TK.”

He wasn’t entirely wrong. They ended up calling him LT most of the time, although he did respond to Lou Two and Louis and “Hey, not on the furniture!”

And he was wrong about TK’s unexpected, unexplained excitement. This time, anyway.

#911: Lone Star #911: LS #Tarlos #Carlos x TK #TK x Carlos #Carlos Reyes #TK Strand #the hot mess and the control freak #dragonbinx fics

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nitannichionne · 8 months

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Ransom's Redemption (Chris Evans Fanfiction), Chapter 21: New York, New York (Ransom POV)

Oh, yeah. JFK, and I could feel the heartbeat of the city.

I do miss this place. My god, when I think of all the parties I had here, went to there, it's a wonder I wasn't in jail sooner.

I call Mimi as I head for the pick up area.

"Hello?"

"Hey, babe, I'm here."

"Sounds like the airport."

"Yeah," I look around. "I wish you were here."

"Me, too." I see a driver holding a sign: RANSOM DRYSDALE. "Hey, my driver is here--"

"Driver?"

"Looks like it," I say, trying to hold in my excitement.

"Call me when you get to the hotel. I wanna see the room."

I laugh. "You got it."

"Love you."

"Love you more."

I hear her do a little gasp.

"Talk to you later."

"Okay," she giggles softly. "later."

I click off and head to the driver. Aw, yeah. I love New York. I t just makes my heart beat faster. "I'm Ransom." I nod to the driver.

"I'm Curtis," he nods and does a tip of his hat. He takes my carryon, and I wave off him carrying my backpack. "Alright, follow me, sir."

"Thanks."

"Did you have a good flight?"

"Yes, wasn't long." It was actually ninety minutes. Somehow, flying in made me feel as if I traveled far, far from some of the bad stuff in Boston-like my parole officer who isn't that bad, and Mr. Green whom I was happy to finish that part of my community service for. It had been a long three months. Then there were the guys at Clockwork, who I loved having a beer with.

I was taken to a hotel in Manhattan, a nice one at that. It reeked with romance, and I realized that was what Paul meant by "one stop shopping." We were going to do some work around the hotel. Though I was happy to see that, I also didn't like it. My parole officer ordered that I be in a room instead of a rental, he didn't realize how much could happen at a hotel if you could keep quiet or grease a few palms for discretion. I did love having my own room. I almost thought I'd have a celly.

But I wish Mimi was here. It's nice to work in a place like this, but even nicer to bring her along. Even the room made me wish she was there, and I realized that I missed my chance:

I groaned as the alarm went off this morning.

"Hey, you." Mimi said softly.

"Hey, you," I echoed.

She scooted over to me and put her head on my chest. "It's much better today."

"Yeah, I noticed." I smile down at her. "Nice to see you."

"Yeah," she said, snuggling closer. "Between Jojo and Dr. Renquist, I'm not as queasy anymore."

"That and knowing now that the smell of fish is a trigger."

"Yeah," she says sadly.

"Don't worry, you'll be back to eating salmon in no time, Mimi."

"I never thought a favorite would be off the list."

"And now all you want is burgers from that place down the street."

"Like some people I know," she teases. "I think it's the ketchup mayo thing I really like."

"Me too." The alarm sounds again, and I sigh, "Gotta get going."

"Awww--"

"Raincheck, babe," I tell her. "We can watch anime another day, okay?"

"Oh...okay."

I am an idiot! I realize what she was wearing:

She usually wears one of my t-shirts and pajama pants!

Come to think of it, she's been wearing alot of really nice stuff lately...tempting me in the mornings...

I get to the hotel room and before I even begin to unpack, there is a knock at my door. I look through the peephole and laugh at Paul on the other side of the door. I open it, asking, "Damn, Paul, were we on the same plane?"

"I got here early to set things up for tomorrow," he laughs. "I mean, a long weekend sounds fun, right?"

"I plan on going home first chance I get," I tell him. "It's almost Christmas, man."

"We're a ninety minute flight away."

I look at him. I plan on being home on the 23rd. What is this guy talking about? The answer I come up with makes me feel bad for him. "Who are you spending Christmas with?"

"I dunno, changes year to year," he sighs. "I was thinking about going to see my sister."

"You two are like cat and dog!" I laugh.

"But we're all each other's got," he shrugs with a grimace. "Mom died, and Dad followed within months."

"I'm sorry, when--"

"Two years ago."

"Aw, I'm sorry, man." The idea of a pal spending Christmas alone sucked. I would get all kinds of presents from Mimi every month-tea and book. Art magazines came every month. Even then, the guards felt she loved me. I would get comic postcards or some that were of places from around the world that I actually left behind when I got out. Some kingpin of the block got jealous, thinking I had friends everywhere (which I did), but when I pointed out that they were all postmarked in Massachusetts, he let up. I spent time binding them into joke books, some given in deals I had to make. My first Christmas in prison was the best. She sent me brushes, paints and paper (directly from the manufacturer) and I shared my art markers with other 'resident artists.' In fact, I left it all behind, and promised to send supplies to the library. I literally spend $200 a month to try to keep supplies up in there.

"You ready to go?"

I laugh at him. "I just got in, barely had a thought. I haven't shown Mimi--"

Then I'm just in time!" Paul cheers. "The lounge here is great, let's go down for a bit."

"Dinner and drinks," I say slowly. "I remember many wild nights that started that way."

"Aw, I can't help it if the Big Apple is always ready for another bite." He gives me a playlful slap on the shoulder. "We're on a pass--"

"Oh, we're military now?"

"Might as well be, with " the man" watching. C'mon, we should get going."

"The cuffs are lose, but--" I raise my ring hand. "This one isn't."

Paul raises an eyebrow at me. "Whatever."

"See ya in a bit, okay?"

"Alright, Ran."

That's what he used to call me when we used to go out partying. I pushed him out the door. "In twenty."

The second he left, I called her:

As soon as I got rid of him, I called Mimi.

"Hey, babe," she greets with a little giggle. I smile at my reflection in the hotel mirror, looking at my bed, knowing that my ringer on her phone was I Wanna Do Bad Things With You.

"Hey, at the hotel."

"Nice?"

"Yeah," I sigh as I plop down on the bed, kick off my shoes and put my feet up. "It'd be alot more fun if you were here."

"I miss you, too." She is quiet for a moment. "Where's Paul?"

"Paul is someplace being Paul."

"'Photographer getting my money Paul' or 'I want my running buddy back Paul?'"

"Doesn't matter," I recline back on the pillow. "He's not wearing a ring."

"Good answer!" she giggles. "So, what're you up to, tonight?"

"Tonight is just dinner and drinks," I sigh. "Wish you were here for dessert, babe."

Her little sharp intake of breath makes me smile. "Oh, I wish I was, too."

"But then I wouldn't be as motivated to get work done and get home," I look around. "Wanna see the room? I'd love to bring you here."

"Let me see."

"Nice!"

"Restful, romantic," I correct. "But I bet it's a damn good view in the morning."

"Yeah."

I note the sadness in her voice as I set my travel clothes aside. "What?"

"Nothing."

"What, babe?" I start

"In the past, I seem to remember you being quite the party animal there."

"Say it again."

"In the past--"

"Stop right there," I say quickly. "Let's leave it there."

She laughs softly. "I love you."

"I love you, too, baby," I say softly, responding to the lilt in her voice.

Suddenly there is a knock on the door. "Ah, hold on." I look to see Paul again, and let him in.

"Aw, you're not dressed?" he asks.

"We're just going downstairs."

"But--" he notices my earbud in my ear. "Is that--"

"Yes, Paul."

"Oh, hey--"

"Flip him off for me," Mimi says with a smile I can hear.

I laugh out loud and do it.

"Rude," Paul sticks out his tongue.

"Just playin' around man--"

"Not really." Mimi laughs. "Have fun."

"Thanks, baby. I'll call you when I get back in." After we click off, I tell Paul, "You've got to do better with her."

"Yeah, yeah," he rolls his eyes. "C'mon man, let's go!"

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Sunshine Of Your Love

Undertaker X Isaac Yankem

(Happy birthday @old-no7!)

They were lying upon a knoll strewn with ripe, crawling earth between the grass that already seemed less green and trees screaming their own oncoming ends with every dying bit of chlorophyll seeping their lives away.

It was just about the most romantic place Isaac had ever brought him.

Autumn was where he thrived. Summer and spring always felt too hot and filled with insects who found no nutrition from his body, but decided to leave him itchy anyway. Winter was nicer, but it left the world constantly wet. Paul always assured him that he couldn’t feel pain, and Taker was fairly certain he agreed, but irritations were persistent. He could be irritated. He could feel everything all the more loudly if something was touching him the wrong way. But Isaac’s warm palm against his? That wasn’t the wrong way at all.

“It surprises me you would wish to come to a place like this,” Taker commented, turning his head from the obscenely blue sky towards his… well, he wasn’t sure what to call Isaac. He was Isaac. His own. He hadn’t needed a label for their relationship and he didn’t now.

“A sunny meadow on a warm fall day? What’s so surprising about that?” Isaac chuckled, cracking his eye open a little bit to look Taker’s way.

“A dying meadow.”

“Mm.” Isaac closed his eye again and sighed contentedly, snuggling deeper into the grass. “Suppose it is dying, isn’t it?”

“It is. Just as it does every year. I know why I would like to be here, but what is its draw for you?”

“Well, if I were just being sweet, I’d say I brought you here because you’d like it.”

“You’re always sweet.”

“That’s half the equation.”

“And the other half?”

“Because it’s pretty here, Taker.”

It was a circular discussion Taker found himself in with Isaac often. Trying to understand the way his dentist worked and failing miserably each and every time. He knew most people really disliked the thought of death and being anywhere near it. They hated pain. Hated violence. Isaac relished in it. He inflicted pain during his day job and violence during his night job. And for some reason, he’d accepted Taker’s offer of company on more than one occasion. He spent his evenings with Death and he seemed to enjoy it. He’d brought Taker to an oasis of death and called it pretty. There was something deeply strange about this man.

“I know why I would consider it pretty…” he started slowly. “But certainly the death is not the appeal for you as well.”

“You never know. I sort of like dead things,” Isaac joked, pushing up to one elbow to look down at Taker. “I like you, after all.”

“Yes, but there’s death everywhere all the time,” Taker pressed on. “Why come somewhere specific to witness it?”

“The colours, Taker. They’re what I came to see. Yeah, it’s death, but it’s really beautiful. It matches you.”

Taker cocked his head slightly. “What do you mean by that?”

Isaac looked like he was running out of ways to try and explain himself before seemingly getting an idea and letting go of Taker’s hand to stand up. He frequently ran out of ways to explain himself when Taker simply wasn’t understanding him, but he never got up and walked away. Taker was about to stand and follow him before realizing Isaac was not walking, but scanning the ground, looking for something in particular. He hadn’t mentioned dropping anything as they entered the clearing. Perhaps he’d just noticed. Sometimes Isaac didn’t notice details as quickly as Taker did. He was rustling through assorted piles of fallen leaves, but not having much luck.

“Could I help somehow?” Taker asked, getting an index finger held up in response. Isaac’s signal he’d only be a moment and needed to keep quiet in order to concentrate. As promised, no more than a minute later, he stood up with his prize: a red leaf. Maple, by the looks of things. He practically skipped back to where Taker was sitting.

“This is what I mean.”

“A leaf? There are thousands of leaves around. Why is this one special?”

“It matches you…” Isaac lowered back down and held up a curl of Taker’s hair to the leaf. They blended into each other almost perfectly. Taker rarely had his hair dry enough to see the red, but this morning, he’d been permitted by Paul to leave it dry. Of course, he’d lied about where he was going, but he probably would have given the same permission if he knew the truth.

“See? Same colour. You’re the same as this meadow.”

“One leaf out of thousands, Isaac. I don’t see the connection.”

“It’s not the only one, just the first I found. I’m trying to make a point, I think.”

“What point?”

“This meadow is dead and has a pretty shade of red. You’re the same. This meadow is pretty, so…” Isaac trailed off expectantly.

Nothing doing.

“Okay? Yes, the meadow is pretty… what does that have to do with me?”

Isaac blew a curl out of his eyes, slightly frustrated, but far more with himself than with Taker.

“You’re pretty too.”

Isaac was a confusing man. Taker had been told he was a number of things. Certainly none of them kind. Perhaps his mother had told him kind things when he was a boy, but every passing year took more memories of her away. It made any kindness he got far more confusing. He was a lot of things; he wasn’t pretty.

“Isaac, I believe you’re mistaken.”

“And why’s that?”

“Because I’m not pretty.”

“I think you are. I think you’re really pretty and I’ve been trying to tell you so for weeks now. I think you’re pretty enough that I want to kiss you.”

Taker was fairly certain that if there were still a heart in his chest, it would have stopped beating. Or maybe it would have sped up. It would have given him some kind of indication that he was alive and that Isaac was asking to kiss him; that it wasn’t a dream or some vision within the afterlife. All he could do was nod.

The grass was dying underneath them and the trees were losing leaves to the breeze with every gust. The world around them was dying for the winter, but in a sun-kissed meadow, feeling his Isaac’s lips against his own, Taker felt more alive than he had in decades.

#Undertaker #Isaac Yankem #WWE #Writing #UT #every so often I get the urge to write autistic Taker dating Isaac

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