#owen x oc

[the-fridge-orange]

#mahoyaku #owen x oc #sketch

[cas-kingdom]

Omg omg omg I'm excited.

Can I request a Owen x daughter reader (or your OC) where she gets in trouble at school and has to get picked up and go to the firehouse? Obviously switch whatever you want but something like that!

A/N: Due to her age, I kept Owen's daughter as my OC!

"Mr. Strand, you don't seem surprised."

Owen tapped his fingers against the armrests of the uncomfortable chair he'd been forced to sit in and pressed his lips together in a thin line. Yeah. This was exactly why Gwyn usually attended these meetings with him.

"I'm not," he said, smiling tightly at the woman sat on the other side of the desk. "Maybe a bit. I mean, Connie's a little spitfire, I'm sure you know that. If someone was mean to her..." He shrugged and shifted in the chair. "Yeah, no, I'm not surprised."

As expected, the woman sat across the desk, Mrs. Winslow, the principle of his eight-year-old's school, was unamused. Lacing her fingers together on her lap, she rose a delicate eyebrow and leaned slightly forward, as though not quite having processed his answer yet. "Mr. Strand, your daughter punched a boy in the face."

Owen pursed his lips. "Because he told her girls couldn't be firefighters," he said matter-of-factly. "Just cause, if I may say so." Mrs. Winslow's frown darkened. "I may not," he corrected. Clearing his throat a little awkwardly, and once again wishing Gwyn hadn't been caught up in a meeting when the school had called, Owen sat up straighter in his chair. He grimaced at the discomfort of his backside. Did they make the chairs hard as nail on purpose?

"Yeah," he said, "I'm sorry. Rest assured, her mother and I will come up with some sort of punishment for her."

Mrs. Winslow stared at him a while longer before sighing and turning to her computer. She clicked a few things. "We're suspending Connie for four days, I'm afraid."

Owen exhaled. "Right," he said. Figures. "And is the boy being suspended?"

"There was no physicality involved on his side."

He failed to see the point, and his face made that clear. "So...is he being punished at all?"

"That will be up to his parents." The roles had been reversed now, with Owen not exactly finding her response agreeable. When his lack of an immediate response caused Mrs. Winslow to return her gaze back to him, she turned in her seat to face him. "Mr. Strand—"

"Bullying is bullying, Mrs. Winslow. Physical or not, works both ways. If teachers aren't punishing kids for being little crap bags then no wonder the kids are acting on it themselves. Food for thought."

Mrs. Winslow looked all but shocked, and Owen couldn't restrain from chuckling softly. He stood to his feet, considered a handshake, decided against it. "I'll leave now. Four days?"

"Four days."

Connie had been waiting outside Mrs. Winslow's office for however long Owen had been in there, swinging her little legs back and forth. She didn't often get in trouble, and she'd certainly never punched anyone before, so Owen couldn't say he wasn't slightly surprised...but still. She was her father's daughter. Had to count for something.

He shut the door and gave Connie a smile, holding out his hand for her to take. "Hey, Sunshine," he said, "heard you got into some trouble."

Connie scrunched her face up as they walked down the corridor. "Sam said girls couldn't be firefighters so I hit him hard, just like you told me to."

Had he? A brief memory of something involving alcohol and a little family get-together at his house swirled around his head.

He winced. He had.

"Yeah," he said hesitantly. "Daddy may have been a little...inebriated when he said that." He paused and turned to pick Connie up, swinging her around so she could hang onto his back. "Really, Con, sweetie, that was a bad call. We don't punch people."

Her little voice came by his ear, confused and noticeably disappointed. "Ever?"

"Not until you're older." He pat her knee. "Bad news is, Mom's gonna want to ground you. That means no TV for at least a week. Good news is you don't have to go to school for four whole days, and you're gonna spend twenty-four hours of those with me at the Firehouse. ‘Cause girls make the best firefighters.”

"Hell yeah!”

Another wince and a quick glance around to ensure Mrs. Winslow wasn't sneaking after them. “Ooh, okay, Daddy was a little inebriated when he said that word also, so let’s pretend it doesn’t exist from now on. 'Specially around Mom. Okay? Okay. That's my girl.”

Lone Star Masterpost

#911 lone star #911: lone star #Owen strand #Owen x oc #Owen strand x oc #Owen x reader #Owen strand x reader #reader fic #oc fic #daughter reader #daughter!reader #daughter oc #daughter!oc #mine

[phantom-of-the-ruckus]

For you

I realized a typo, its meant to say "love" XD

I'm working on a larger piece for another fandom "At dead of Night" but I wanted to make some good Amen (Owen x Amy) and thought about a sweet scene of Owen being an awkward guy wanting to thank and totally not impress Amy- by giving her something nice

One of my friends, Cosmicsyntome/Intergalactic mom, drew a lovely Amy/Amyrose drawing for me which I adore, and they created Blue Berrymore! I named them and thought Owen probably made it for Amy as a gift. Here is the post: Link

Its a bit tragic considering their friendship will fall and things will lead up to Amy's eventual death at the hands of the Handeemen. At least Owen got to spend some time with her in the "Cannon" universe.

#hello puppets #owen gubberson #owen x oc #hello puppets midnightshow #Amy Kruber (OC) #Amyrose Kruber (OC) #I do wonder if Amy would have try to get close with Owen if she knew what he was up to #or that his creations would be her demise #either way their story is tragic #tw:mentions of implied murder #tw: mentions of murder

[obsessivevoidkitten]

Your Boyfriend Owen

Yandere Male x Gender Neutral Reader (CW: Noncon/dubcon, stalking, drugging, kidnapping, chaining, general yandere behavior, social awkwardness, creepy staring, mild scent kink.) Word Count: 2.5k (This was supposed to be a small couple hundred word drabble... oopsiedoodles...)

It was the first day of your last year in college.

At the end of class there was a student lingering at his desk. He was your age and of average build, maybe a bit on the skinny side, with disheveled medium length black hair that was a bit wet with sweat and glasses that were a bit crooked.

He seemed really distraught and panicky as he typed on his laptop.

You introduced yourself and asked him if he needed help with something.

He went silent and awkwardly stared at you for a moment before speaking.

“Uh… hi, I’m Owen.”

He was obviously not used to people approaching and talking to him.

I-I don’t know how to get assignments and submit them on this updated online portal we have this year! I just cannot figure it out!”

You leaned over his desk and took a look at his laptop, you happily showed him how to navigate the new system. You didn’t blame Owen for being so high strung, the classes were tough and this new portal was pretty confusing.

What you didn’t realize was that in this simple act of helping him you had made the biggest mistake of your life.

Owen was stunned that you were helping him. You must have liked him! No one was this nice to a random stranger.

As you leaned over his desk to use his laptop he noticed you smelled so nice.

If he hadn’t already been sweating from his previous issues with the student portal you may have noticed the blush that crept across his face.

When you finished he thanked you nervously before you left for your dorm.

There was plenty of foot traffic to and from the dorms, classes, and the food places on campus. It was very easy for Owen to go unseen as he followed you to your dorm.

He… just wanted to make sure you got there safely. And also wanted to see where you lived.

Over the course of the next few weeks Owen you constantly caught Owen staring at you in class and he never failed to greet you when you sat down or try to talk to you when you left. You were always polite but… it was a little creepy to be honest, but you ignored it because it was pretty harmless. He just had a crush on you.

It was far from harmless though, during the time of day that you had classes and he didn’t he would sneak into your dorm and take little “treasures” that he was sure you wouldn’t miss.

A used pair of underwear that still had your scent from the day before. Maybe a shirt if it wasn’t one of your favorites, he knew which ones you wore most often.

As far as he was concerned he was your boyfriend, even if you didn’t know it yet, and good boyfriends noticed small details like favorite clothes.

He also took note of super important information like what food seemed to be your favorite, wherever you ate lunch he was sure to be in the crowd watching you.

Things probably would have continued on like that for a lot longer, just a creepy stalker pining for you, but then one day you helped someone else in class.

They didn’t deserve to even breathe the same air as you! He was fuming, he clenched his hands so hard that his nails bruised his palms. To grace such a nobody with your assistance drove him beyond jealousy.

But that did not even compare to when he saw you the next day eating lunch with the slime ball.

Why would you do that to him? Surely you liked him, not this piece of shit. He must have forced himself into your space and you were just too sweet to push him away.

Owen had to do something before things escalated too far. And he didn’t have to wait too much longer to have his opportunity.

There was a huge Halloween party coming up and he knew for a fact you would be going.

He went with a masquerade ball costume, complete with an intricately decorated Venetian mask.

When you were at the party he waited for the perfect moment to make his move. He stared at you the entire time, not taking his eyes off of you for a moment. Even if he hadn’t been planning something he wouldn’t have been able to take his eyes off you. You had decided to go as a pale faced vampire, it made him wonder what your teeth on his neck would feel like.

When you were all alone, and after your judgment was a bit off from a few drinks Owen came over and introduced himself and started chatting you up before offering you a drink.

He was a bit of an oddball, but he was always nice right? What was the harm?

You accepted the drink and soon everything was a blur. You weren’t rendered entirely unconscious, just helpless, compliant, and a touch clingy.

Owen escorted you out of the party with you leaning on him heavily, his face was red beneath his mask, his darling was relying on him for support! Just how it should always be~

Not many people at the party knew you, and even if they had they wouldn’t have thought much of you leaving in this manner, you just appeared to be a little drunk and leaving with someone who you trusted.

Owen stroked your cheek gently and guided you gently into the passenger seat of his car.

It was really happening, he was taking his love home.

He lived with his parents, in the large basement of their house. He was the true epitome of a basement dwelling freak.

You clung to him and nuzzled into his neck as he brought you inside. You didn’t know why, but you felt so needy.

He sat you down softly on the bed, he had changed the color of the sheets to match yours. He wanted you to feel at home and get adjusted to being here as quickly as possible and thought it may make the transition easier.

To that end he had also hung copies of the same posters you had hanging in your dorm, had the bookshelf filled with every book that he had ever seen you reading, and while everyone else was at the party he had even managed to snag a few things from your room.

Most notably your Nintendo switch and your blankets. They were drenched in your scent~

In your drugged state you couldn’t quite make sense of your surroundings… it looked kinda similar to your room… but not…

“Wh-wherrre aare w-w-weee?” You couldn’t speak without slurring your words.

“We’re home! Th-this is where you live now!

That didn’t seem right… did it? It felt a bit off… But why would this nice man lie to you? He gave you a drink and a ride… home.

“You’ll live here with me and I will take good care of you!”

“That’sss sooo n-nice of you”

Owen smiled, he knew you may feel differently once the drugs wore off, but he had taken precautions just in case. What mattered was that you were here, you weren’t leaving, and you’d eventually admit that you liked him and wanted to be here with him.

He sat down beside you on the bed and wiped the pale makeup from your face gently, you leaned into his touch with a cute sigh that made his heart swell and his cock twitch.

You were so perfect. Eventually you would be like this without the drugs, he just needed to be patient and train you until you saw that you needed him as much as he needed you. He had wanted to wait until that point to make love with you.

But… you were acting so sweet and needy. So malleable. And he could tell that you really needed it, your face was flushed and you kept grinding your crotch slowly against your arm that you had between your legs.

You stared up at him in confusion as he began to peel away his clothing, his cock bouncing free. You couldn’t take your eyes off of it. Then he carefully took off what you were wearing, slowly. He wanted to savor the moment. The person he loved more than anything else in the entire world was about to be revealed completely to him.

“So p-perfect~”

“Whaaaa are you doooinnng?” You looked up at him while not even noticing you were already grinding into your arm again.

He rubbed your thighs gently before replying.

“I’m g-going to help you with this,” he said as he caressed your crotch.

You blushed and smiled, in that moment all you could think that Owen was just so nice. He had already taken you home and now he was going to help you with your arousal too!

You spread your legs to allow for easier access as he fumbled with the lube.

He was considerably more nervous than before.

“I-it’s my first time, I hope I’m okay~ I-if I’m not we can pr-practice until I get it right!”

Owen applied the slick fluid liberally to his cock, where it mixed with the precum that his cock was practically drooling, then he scooted you to the edge of the bed and knelt between your legs, using his tongue to get you nice and stimulated.

The scent and flavor of you was almost enough to make Owen cum almost immediately, he was more drugged by your smell than you were on actual drugs. He moaned loud, taking it all in.

Before he caused either of you to orgasm before the main event he managed to pry himself away and apply lube to your entrance, sliding in a couple of fingers and twirling them around inside you.

You bucked and moaned, desperate to have more inside you as the lube mixed with all the saliva he had deposited inside you.

“Neeed morrrre,” You started crying a bit, you were just so desperate. You were like a bitch in heat and nothing would take care of it except Owen’s cock.”

“S-so needy! Don’t cry honey bun, I will take care of you!”

You tried to get your sobbing under control as he kissed you deeply.

“Gosh, y-you’re pretty even when you’re crying…

Then he stood beside the bed and propped your legs up on his shoulders. He rubbed the tip around your hole a bit, wanting to ingrain this moment into his memory for the rest of his life, before grabbing your hips and plunging his entire length inside of you in one movement.

The two of you gasped in unison, finally you felt that yearning void in you start to fill and he was inside of you.

It was much better than he had imagined in the fantasies he had so fervently jerked off to.

The heat, the tightness, your insides were enveloping his cock in pure bliss. And the smell of your sweat mingled with his and the scent of sex was just indescribable.

He slid in and out rhythmically, bending down and biting your neck as he did so. Claiming it as he sped up faster and faster.

Owen couldn’t help not lasting too long, and luckily for him you couldn’t either in your drugged state.

You cried out as you came hard, the force of your climax shaking through your body, pushing Owen over the edge. He filled you with plenty of cum before wrapping his arms around you lovingly.

“I love you so much!”

Your intoxicated mind felt the perfect response to this was, “I looo-love youuu toooo.”

When you woke up you were clothed and all cleaned up, and you could scarcely remember a single thing after the party. You had an awful headache and it took you a few moments to realize that this was certainly not your bedroom.

You felt someone spooning you from behind.

Owen. Owen was spooning you!

You must have gotten black out drunk and hooked up with him.

The thought made you feel sick to your stomach.

You immediately jumped out of bed and went to put your shoes on when you finally saw it.

A long thick chain that led to a shackle around your ankle.

You screamed.

Owen woke up instantly and tried to console you. He had been worried this may be your reaction.

“C-calm down honey b-bun. Just let me expla-”

“Don’t call me honey bun you sick freak!” You shouted the words with as much venom as you could muster, with tears threatening to roll down your face at any moment.

“HELP! HELP PLEASE!! SOMEON-”

Owen grabbed you from behind and put his hand over your mouth, using his other hand to hold you close to his shirtless form.

You still yelled, but it was pretty muffled. You could only hope someone had heard your initial outburst.

“Shh baby, calm down, it will be okay I promise~”

He kissed the top of your head and you tried to shake him off but you were still weak from last night, and he was stronger than you had anticipated. You finally went still and silently cried, your voice too strained now to say much of anything.

Then you heard footsteps coming from above you, they got louder as they approached. Did he have roommates? Had they heard your plea for help? You allowed a spark of hope to ignite inside of you.

You couldn’t see it, but Owen was blushing deeply.

“O-oh jeez, I didn’t want you to meet my parents y-yet. Not until you felt b-better.”

A man and a woman came down the steps. They both had features that reminded you of Owen.

The woman spoke while the man stood behind her, “Just what the HELL is going on at this early hour!? The sun is barely out and I have to work later tod-”

She met your eyes, only just now realizing that her son had someone in his arms. You could see her gaze follow the chain that bound your leg to the wall.

Seeing your tear streaked face, red and puffy from crying, shaking from fear, she gave a look of sympathy. Your hope grew. Would she help you escape her loony son? Your sore throat strained to form words, but they only came out muted and garbled through Owen’s hand.

“Owen! You didn’t tell us you were dating! Honestly, with how awkward you are, I was a bit afraid you’d never take a liking to someone.”

Then she looked at you again.

“You’ll be okay, I know it’s hard at first, but you’ll settle right in.”

“I-i made sure the shackle was lined with something s-soft so it doesn’t hurt them. J-just like you told me how you did when y-you started dating dad!”

You saw the man bite his lip and gaze down sheepishly.

Owen was in his mid 20s, if his age was any indication… if he was conceived when his parents first met… then you were going to be here for a very long time.

#yandere x reader #yandere boyfriend #yandere scenario #male yandere #yandere male x reader #yandere x gender neutral reader #My OCs #My OC Owen #yandere imagine

[vampiremilfs]

WHITE BOY 🫵

#EATING HIS CHEAP RAMEN!! #IN HIS RACING GEAR!! #oc: owen x #oc tag #everytime i make a render im like “im gonna edit this” and then i dont

[kyleoreillylover]

Weakness

Pairing: Sami Zayn x Fem!Black!Reader

Summary: After that infamous Bloodline promo, where Sami made everyone else break character with his humor, he made you break character in a different way. And you want him to break you in a different way.

warnings: smut, oral (fem receiving), very loving, top Sami, mentions of Jey and Roman.

translations: Ana 'uhibuka, hasalt ealayki, habibti- I love you, I got you, my love.

word count: 3,914

a/n: I deeply apologize for this. I'm in my Sami era. Love love love him, and I hope ya'll love this as well! Enjoy! (also it should be illegal for his muscles to pop like that in those shirts)

tag list: @southerngirl41 @venusesworld @jeysbae @reci1996 @tbonesteakwithasideofmashngrav @hope4more @selena-tyler-564 @saintaquarius @whatdoeseverybodywant @raya-hunter01

Sami was always your weakness.

His eyes, that showed every emotion on his face, made you weak in the knees whenever he would look at you like you were the sole source of his joy.

His lips, that whispered sweet promises and even sweeter words that never failed to make you laugh and make your heart melt.

His hugs, that always made you feel safe and wrapped in warmth, were your sanctuary.

But right now, all you were focused on were his arms. Those thick, muscled arms that were moving up and down with his hands as he spoke on the mic, commanding the attention of the entire arena.

You were standing next to him with the rest of the Bloodline, a small smirk on your face as you tried to stay in character and not let your eyes wander, but it was a challenge.

His charisma filled the arena, but it was the subtle glances he stole in your direction that sent shivers down your spine. The way he controlled the crowd mirrored the way he held your heart—firm, yet tender.

Sami mentioning your name made you snap out of your reverie and turn to him, your smirk slightly faltering at the look of affection in his eyes.

“We talked about how everyone loves Jimmy, Solo, and Jey, but who doesnt love Y/N!” Sami grinned, his words echoing through the arena, and a playful glint in his eyes.

The crowd erupted in cheers, but it was Sami's gaze that made your heart race. “The greatest Smackdown Women’s Champion of all time, my dawgs!” He nudged you playfully as you tried not to snicker and break character at his antics, even though Jey was trying not to die of laughter in the corner of your eye.

But then Sami wrapped an arm around you, and all you could think of was his muscular arms pinning you down, restraining you in a different kind of hold. God, did his shirt shrink a tighter today, cause his biceps were feeling particularly distracting.

You didn't know if he was doing this on purpose or if it was just Sami being Sami, but either way you were gonna bring him to the nearest room after this was over and have your way with him. Or him have his way with you. Either way you'd be happy.

Which is exactly what you did when the promo was over and the rest of the guys were heading home.

Sami let out a soft chuckle and sound of confusion as you tried to push his body into the nearest locker room at the arena you were at. He tried to slow you down and his eyes narrowed in confusion at your out of character actions.

"Hey, hey, habibti, relax for a second, a little patience won't hurt anyone-"

"I've been patient all night, I can't take it anymore." You managed to finally push him into the locker room, the door closing behind you. The dim light revealed a smirk on Sami's face as he caught on to your intentions. Without warning, you straddled his lap, making him gasp in surprise.

"What has gotten into you, Y/N?" Sami's voice was a mix of amusement and excitement as he looked up at you, his arms flexing as he brought his arms around your waist to steady you, and you couldn't take it anymore.

You tangled your fingers in his red hair, and pulled him in for a hungry kiss that conveyed all the pent-up desire you had been holding back during the entire promo.

"You were so fucking hot tonight, Sami" you breathed against his lips, the words sending a shiver down his spine. "That fucking shirt was practically begging to be ripped off, and those arms…" You trailed off, capturing his lips in another searing kiss, your body pressed against his.

Sami groaned into the kiss, his hands roaming over your back, pulling you closer. "That stupid Bloodline shirt was driving me insane. All I could think about was getting you alone, away from the crowd, away from the cameras," you confessed, your breath mingling with his.

Sami's eyes sparkled with a mix of surprise and delight.

"Oh really?" he grinned, his hands sliding down to your hips, his touch sending electric pulses through your body.

"I didn't realize you were so affected by my shirt. And I thought it was my humor and charm driving you wild. Don't act like I didn't see you almost break into laughter during the promo," he teased, his lips brushing against yours as he spoke.

"No, that was all Jey. And also Roman. You're gonna get in trouble with Papa H if you keep making us break character. 'Feeling ucey?' I don't know how the rest of us survived." You admitted with a mischievous glint in your eyes, pulling away slightly to meet Sami's gaze.

Sami smirked, the playful glint in his eyes turning into a more intense stare. "And why didn't you break character then? What was it about tonight that got you so worked up?" Sami's hands slid down to your thighs, pulling you even closer as he awaited your response.

"I couldn't resist any longer," you admitted, your lips trailing down his jawline. "You were out there, all confident and in control, and I just needed you."

You sighed shakily when you felt Sami's hands gripping your thighs a little tighter, his breath catching at your confession. "And right now, I want you to forget about the cameras, forget about the crowd, and just focus on me."

Sami stared at you with a mixture of desire and affection, the intensity of his gaze locking onto yours making you forget everything else in that moment. He always knew how to take your breath away with just one look.

He gripped your thighs and in one swift motion, brought the two of you off the couch and pressed your against the locker room door.

The echo of the door hitting the frame was drowned out by the sound of Sami's hungry kiss, his lips possessing yours with a fiery urgency. Your hands roamed through his hair, tugging at the strands as your bodies molded together, aching for each other.

Sami's hands trailed down your sides, sending shivers across your skin as he moved them to the small of your back, pulling you even closer. The heat between you intensified with every passing second, the desire that had been simmering during the promo now unleashed in a passionate frenzy.

As Sami's lips moved from your mouth to the sensitive skin of your neck, you couldn't help but let out a low moan. The feeling of his warm breath against your skin, coupled with the delicious friction of his body against yours, made your senses reel.

"God, Y/N," Sami murmured against your neck, his voice low and husky. You tried tugging at his hair again, but he grasped your wrists in his larger hands, holding them above your head against the locker room door. The dominance in his actions made you groan in pleasure, the raw desire between you escalating with each passing moment.

This is what you wanted. His hands to take control, his lips to claim every inch of your skin, and his body to consume yours in a frenzy of passion.

Sami didn't miss your reaction to his dominance, and a devilish smirk played on his lips. "You like that, huh?" he whispered, his lips dangerously close to yours. You could only manage a breathless nod in response, which made him let out a low chuckle.

It wasn't often you were this under, all breathless and consumed by desire, waiting for his next move, barely able to hold eye contact without your senses being overwhelmed. But when it happened, Sami savored the moment, relishing in the fact that he had the power to render you speechless, to make your body tremble with anticipation.

"You think I don't know how you feel right now? Cause I do." Sami's voice was a seductive purr, and his lips traced a path back to yours.

"Cause every time you go out and do a promo, or a segment, or literally anything, I have to stop myself from jumping you right then and there. Your confidence, the way you own the spotlight, it drives me crazy," he confessed, his words sending a thrill down your spine.

"Always fucking teasing me, and now you know how it feels, habibti." You let out a breathy moan when Sami bucked his hips against yours, the friction adding to the intensity of the moment. “S-Sami fuck, please touch me," you managed to gasp out, the need in your voice making Sami's grin widen.

“I don’t know if I should.” Sami paused, his lips hovering over yours, a mischievous glint in his eyes. The teasing tone in his voice sent shivers down your spine as he continued to assert his control.

"Maybe I should make you wait a little longer," he teased, his fingers lightly tracing patterns on your skin.

Your body was on edge, craving his touch, but Sami reveled in the anticipation, savoring the way he could make you squirm beneath his grasp. “Teach you how to have patience, just like I have too.”

He took your wrists in one hand, and the other traveled down your body, and you jolted when his fingers brushed your clothed center, slowly rubbing it in a torturous rhythm. Your breath hitched, the teasing making you ache for more.

"Come on, Sami, don't do this to me," you pleaded, your voice a desperate whisper. Sami's eyes held a playful glint as he continued his maddeningly slow movements, reveling in the effect he had on you.

"Tell me what you want, Y/N," he whispered, his lips brushing against yours, his hot breath sending shivers through your body. "Be specific."

You could barely find the words amidst the intoxicating mix of desire and frustration. "Touch me, Sami," you finally managed to gasp, your voice laden with need.

“Not specific enough. Try again.” Sami teased you, and despite your pants forming a barrier, Sami’s fingers circling your clothed center and pressing against you intensified the ache.

"Please, Sami," you whimpered, your desperation evident as you bucked against his touch. Sami, enjoying the game, pressed a little harder, his fingers applying just enough pressure to make you squirm.

"Tell me exactly where you want me to touch you," he demanded, his voice a seductive murmur. Your mind raced as you tried to articulate your desire, the teasing pushing you to the edge.

"Inside, Sami. I want you inside," you managed to plead, your breath hitching as he finally gave in, his fingers sliding beneath your pants, meeting your warmth.

“Fuckkk.” You moaned out loudly as his fingers met your clit, curling them in a way he knew would have you writhing with pleasure.

"You like that?" Sami whispered against your lips, the satisfaction evident in his voice.

Your response was a breathy moan, and you nodded in affirmation. Sami's weight on you made you feel every sensation intensely. He continued his skilled ministrations, expertly bringing you to the edge and then pulling back, savoring the way you squirmed beneath him.

"Your'e gonna have to be more quiet than that, habibti," Sami grinned, the mischievous glint in his eyes never fading as he took your lips in a searing kiss, swallowing your moans and turning them into shared passion.

Most people had already left, but Sami didn't want to risk Jey or Roman hearing your moans. The two of you were extremely private with your personal lives and family, let alone your relationship. Hell, the only people who knew you were married were Becky, Liv, and Kevin.

But the thought of being caught made heat rush through Sami's body, and his movements became more deliberate, his fingers finding the perfect rhythm to drive you wild without a care in the world.

Your hands desperately clutched at the back of Sami's shirt, the fabric bunching up in your fists as you fought to maintain some semblance of composure, but it was hard to focus on anything other than the pleasure Sami was expertly delivering.

His lips left a trail of kisses along your neck, each one sending shivers down your spine. His fingers worked expertly, stoking the flames of desire until you were on the verge of losing control.

You leaned your head against the cold locker room door, your breath coming in erratic gasps as Sami built up those flames, the fire burning hotter with every touch.

"Sami," you whined, the overwhelming need in your voice making him suck a sharp breath, his eyes locked onto yours, and the amount of love and desire in his gaze almost brought you to tears.

His eyes told you what words couldn't express- how much he cherished you, how much he wanted you, and how he would always give you what you needed.

"I know." Sami whispered against your ear, his voice a husky promise that sent shivers down your spine. His fingers alternated between flicking your folds and circling your clit, the fire building up to an inferno of pleasure. "I know, habibti. Ana 'uhibuka, hasalt ealayki, habibti." Sami had slipped into his mother tongue, and at the sound of it and those words you understood that filled your heart, you were fucking gone.

The room was filled with the sounds of your moans, his whispers, and the faint creaking of the locker room door under the intensity of your encounter.

You were so close to the edge, the waves of pleasure crashing over you like a tidal wave. Sami could feel the tension building in your body, the way your muscles clenched around his fingers, and he reveled in the knowledge that he was the one driving you to the brink.

"Let go, habibti," Sami murmured, his lips brushing against yours as he continued his relentless assault on your senses. "Let me feel you, let me hear you."

You were so close to that fire of release, the heat intensifying as Sami's skilled touch pushed you closer to the edge. You just needed one more push, one more movement, and you would be freefalling into the flames head on. Sami knew exactly how to deliver that final push.

He let go of your wrist, lowered himself to his knees, looked up at you through hooded eyes, and sucked your clit hard.

Your eyes shut as you let the flames engulf you, your back arched off the door, and you couldn't hold back the loud moan that escaped your lips. You rode out the waves of pleasure, your body trembling under the intensity of your orgasm.

But Sami wasn't done there. He continued sucking on your clit, flicking his tongue in just the right way to make those flames erupt again and consume you once more.

The sensations were overwhelming, your breaths coming in ragged gasps as Sami aimed to make you come undone yet again. Your fingers tangled in his hair, and you couldn't help but whimper his name over and over again, making Sami tap your thigh as a warning to keep it down.

Despite the warning, he didn't let up on his assault, determined to draw every last bit of pleasure from you. Flattening his tongue, he continued to lick and suck, savoring your taste as if it was the most delicious treat in the world. Your legs trembled, and your body twitched as your second orgasm was approaching.

"Sami, I'm close," you whimpered, the intensity of the pleasure threatening to overwhelm you. Sami, however, didn't show any signs of slowing down. He seemed to revel in your loss of control, his lips and tongue working in harmony to bring you to new heights of ecstasy.

"Just let go, Y/N," Sami urged, his voice a sultry murmur against your sensitive flesh. "Give in to the pleasure. I feel you clenching around me. You like that, huh? Feeling my tongue on you, making you lose control." Sami's words were a seductive whisper, his gaze never leaving yours as he continued his relentless assault on your senses.

"Don't stop talking, Sami," you pleaded, your voice barely audible between gasps. The sensation of his tongue on you and the sound of his words were pushing you to the edge once more. Sami obliged, his lips leaving your clit for a moment.

"What made you so needy tonight, huh?" Sami's voice was a mix of amusement and desire as he looked up at you, his eyes burning with intensity. "Was it the promo, or maybe it was the mention of your name? Or perhaps it was just the thought of being alone with me that had you so worked up?"

You struggled to form coherent words, the pleasure still coursing through your veins. "All of the above, Sami. But mostly, it's just you. Always you."

Sami smiled at your response, a mixture of satisfaction and affection in his eyes. He didn't need any more words to understand the depth of your desire and love. With a final, purposeful flick of his tongue, Sami pushed you over the edge once again, the intensity of your release echoing through the dimly lit locker room.

Sami eased his licks as you rode out the waves of pleasure, gradually slowing his movements. He pressed gentle kisses along your inner thighs, leaving a trail of warmth as he made his way back up to your lips. Your body was still buzzing with the aftermath of ecstasy, and you could feel Sami's smirk against your skin.

"Did that satisfy your impatience, habibti?" Sami teased, his voice a low murmur as he looked into your eyes, his fingers trailing lazy circles on your skin.

You couldn't help but chuckle, your breath still uneven. "Hmm, I don't know, Sami. Maybe I need a few more rounds to be completely sure." Your playful response earned a hearty laugh from Sami, his eyes sparkling with amusement and adoration.

"Is that a challenge, my love?" Sami grinned, leaning in for a sweet kiss that tasted like a mixture of passion and satisfaction.

"Maybe," you replied with a mischievous twinkle in your eye. You moved to stand up, and Sami instinctively grabbed onto your shoulders to help steady you as you found your footing.

You smiled at him, your post-orgasmic bliss evident in your eyes. Sami returned your smile, his gaze filled with a warmth that spoke volumes about his love for you.

"I love you." You wrapped your arms around his neck and brought him in for a sweet kiss, savoring the taste of him on your lips. Sami's arms encircled your waist, pulling you close as if never wanting to let go.

"I love you too, more than anything," Sami whispered against your lips, his voice filled with genuine affection. The two of you stayed like that for a few minutes , wrapped up in each others arms and exchanging sweet pecks that made your hearts race with love, the locker room's dim light casting a soft glow on your intertwined figures.

As you pulled away from the kiss, a mischievous glint returned to Sami's eyes. "So, about those few more rounds…" he teased, a playful smirk tugging at his lips.

You couldn't help but laugh, feeling grateful for the lightheartedness Sami always brought into your life. "Well, I did say maybe," you replied, matching his playful tone.

Sami chuckled, giving you a quick peck on the lips before helping you both tidy up and fix your disheveled appearance. "We defiantly need to get the do not disturb sign from the hotel clerk, otherwise we might get some noise complaints from people like last time."

You giggled at the memory of Sami lying about the noise complaints during one of your more passionate encounters.

"I still don't know how you convinced them we were just going over moves, and that's how we broke the headboards." You both burst into giggles at the memory of the creative excuses Sami had come up with to save face with the hotel staff.

"Hey, I don't know why you're laughing when you weren't complaining when we were breaking those headboards," Sami retorted with a cheeky grin, earning a playful swat on his arm from you.

"I'm sorry, am I the one that likes to get a little carried away?" you teased, enjoying the banter. Sami couldn't help but laugh, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

"You wanna talk about getting carried away?" Sami shot back at you, and you rolled your eyes playfully, trying to will the heat away from your cheeks.

"Sami, I-"

"Not even giving me a moment of respite from that promo. Do you know how grueling it is on my vocal chords to talk for that long?" Sami interrupted, feigning an offended tone as he pretended to massage his throat.

"I was not that-"

"Pushing me into the locker room with no regards to the poor door!" Sami continued, his playful expression turning into a mock pout, as if he actually cared for that stupid door.

"Sami-"

"Like a crazy women. I thought my life was over for a second there-" Sami was interrupted by your lips crashing into his, effectively silencing his playful banter. The kiss was a mixture of sweet and fiery, a reminder of the passion you shared.

"Enough talking," you mumbled against his lips, your hands tangling in his hair as you deepened the kiss. Sami chuckled, the vibrations against your lips adding to the pleasure.

"Well, can you blame me? When I have the most beautiful and incredible person in the world as my wife, I can't help but lose control sometimes," Sami admitted when he pulled away from the kiss, his tone turning sincere as he cupped your face in his hands.

You felt your heart swell with warmth at his words. "Smooth talker," you teased, but the love in your eyes mirrored his.

Sami leaned in for another sweet kiss, the lingering taste of passion still present between you. "I mean every word, Y/N. You're my everything." He pecked your lips once more before kissing your nose, giggling when you scrunched it up in a playful manner.

"You're not so bad yourself, Mr. Honorary Uce." you replied, your eyes filled with affection. "Now, how about those rounds?"

Sami grinned, realizing that the night was far from over. "First one to the car get's to be on top!"

Before you realized what was happening, Sami took off in a sprint, leaving you to burst into laughter at his playful competitiveness. This was the man that held your heart in his hands, that made you feel hot all over with just a look, that made you laugh, that made you feel desired and cherished.

"Hey, that's not fair! I can't even run!" You yelled as you chased after him, both of you laughing uncontrollably as you tried to chase after him even though your legs felt like jelly, jumping on his back and making him carry you on his back when you finally caught up with him. 

The locker room door swung shut behind you, leaving behind the echoes of your laughter, the dim light, and the memory of a passionate encounter that had ignited the flames of desire between you and Sami once more.

And you wouldn't have it any other way.

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[darknight3904]

The Monster and The Lady

Masterlist / Main Masterlist

Happy Loki Season 2 Finale! As my gift to you here's the chapter a day early! ( The finale was amazing and it ripped my heart out and stomped on it.)

Asgard 2011

Astri was polishing her sword when Loki barged into her chambers. 

   "Remember the conversation we had about knocking, Loki?" She asked without looking up 

His lack of response got Astri to look away from her work. Loki was sitting on one of the large pieces of furniture that decorated her room. All of his attention was on his hands as he stared at them. 

   "If you're upset about what happened to Thor, I'm sure he is fine on Midgard." She said moving to sit next to him. "They love him there."

   "Stay back," Loki said, his deep voice suddenly scaring Astri. It was the same tone he often used when speaking to enemies in battle. It was intimidating, mean, and cold, and Astri hated everything about it.

She crossed so that she was sitting across from him, the small table felt like it was keeping her miles away from him. Loki's eyes looked red and swollen as he kept them focused on his hands. 

   "You've been crying." Astri observed, "What happened?" 

   "Nothing I can't handle." He lied.

   "It doesn't seem that way? Do you want some tea? We can talk about it, I'll send for Drifa." Astri offered gently

   "I didn't come here to talk," Loki said 

   "Then why are you here and not in your chambers?" Astri pushed, she knew he didn't just come here to sit, he had something he wanted to get off his chest. 

   "I don't want to be alone." He said, looking up, "You're the only thing that makes sense in this damn palace." 

Okay...progress. But he definitely had something else he wanted to say, Astri would take that for now. 

   "You don't have to worry. I won't be going anywhere, I'll stay here with you." Astri assured knowing her words were anything but lies.

   "You won't want to once you know though. That's what scares me." Loki said softly 

Astri wanted to reach across the table and hold his shaking hands but his harsh tone from earlier kept her grounded in her seat, hands folded neatly in her lap. The doors opened to her chambers and two guards walked in. 

   "Lady Astri, the queen summons you." The one on the right said. 

Astri wondered what could be amiss as she walked quickly through the halls. Loki was uncharacteristically a few paces behind her and dead silent when the guards directed them to Odin's chambers of all places. Frigga seemed frazzled and uncomposed when Astri saw her next to the Allfather. It was strange seeing her so distressed when she normally seemed to have everything under control. 

   "Astri, Loki." She stood and greeted them both with warm hugs. Loki's stiffened posture didn't go unnoticed by Astri. 

   "What happened?" Astri asked eyeing Odin's sleeping form 

   "He has fallen into the Odinsleep. It was too sudden this time. I fear he might not wake this time." Frigga said sadly 

   "He is strong, Frigga. I'm sure he will wake again soon." Astri said placing a warm hand on her mother figure's shoulder. Was this what Loki wanted to tell her? Did he cause this? The way he was acting made it seem worse than this. Odin had fallen to Odinsleep many times in the past.

The doors opened abruptly to reveal what had to be a full platoon of soldiers on the other side. When Loki turned to them they all bent their knee to him. One came forward and presented Loki with Gungnir, the spear Astri rarely saw Odin without. 

   "My king, Lady Sif, and the Warriors Three request an audience with you." He said once Loki had taken it from him

Astri felt her face pale when she realized what was happening. Loki seemed to have a similar reaction but quickly recovered and nodded to the man. 

   "I'll meet them in the throne room," Loki said, dismissing him and his fellow soldiers. 

   "Loki..." Astri said, reaching out to grab his hand. She didn't know what she was going to say just that she didn't want him to leave her. 

   "Stay here. With my mother." Loki said, pulling his hand away from her reach 

   "But I want to-" 

   "Stay. I'll send Drifa to bring you those cakes." Loki cut her off 

   "Is that an order...my king?" Astri asked, the words felt bitter in her mouth. 

   "Yes." He hissed before turning on his heel and leaving the door. 

   "Come sit with me, darling." Frigga beckoned to her.

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Loki kept his word and sent Drifa with Astri's favorite cakes. They were delicate little lemon-flavored things with soft powdered sugar on top. Beyond the cakes, he had also sent her the book she had been reading for the past week along with tea and a book for his mother. Even when he was upset, he was looking out for them.

   "What's on your mind?" Frigga asked, moving her eyes from Odin's form.

   "Nothing." Astri sighed 

   "Remember when I told you your mother and I were raised by witches?" 

Astri nodded. 

   "That means I can see with more than eyes. Now, why is my son troubling you?" She asked 

How does she always know what's wrong?

   "He seemed very distraught before you summoned me here. I know it could have just been Odin's condition but it seemed to be more than that." Astri confessed, "He kept staring at his hands too, and wouldn't let me sit next to him which you know he always does." 

   "I think it's best if I let him tell you what's wrong," Frigga advised suddenly looking away.

   "But you just asked me to tell you-" 

   "When Odin fell asleep, He and Loki were discussing...matters in the weapons vault. Loki told me what happened." Frigga explained, "But, it is not my place to tell my son's secrets to the world." 

   "But it's not the world. It's just me." Astri reasoned 

Silence passed and Astri could tell Frigga was thinking about something important.

   "Go to him. If he gets upset tell him he can whine about it to me." Frigga smiled

Astri groaned but stood up and went to the door anyway. 

   "You're sure you'll be ok alone?" She asked looking back at Odin. 

   "I have lived for thousands of years, darling. I will be alright." She smiled gently

Astri nodded before quietly slipping out the door. The walk to the throne room was incredibly brief. Perks of being the Allfather, your bedroom is closest to the most important room in the castle. 

Loki's armor was complimented by the large throne. The green he normally donned made him look more regal as his golden helmet shone when the light hit it. 

   "Lady Astri. I thought I ordered you to stay with my mother." 

  "And I thought you weren't an uptight jerk with a stick up your ass," Astri responded 

Loki's sharp gaze snapped to her and she stared up at him defiantly. He might be king now but she knew he'd never do anything to harm her. 

   "Leave us." He ordered the guards in the room 

Astri watched him slowly descend from the throne almost as if it was for dramatic purposes. King of Asgard? More like King of Dramatics.

   "What are you doing?" Loki asked, annoyed

   "I wanted to talk to you," Astri explained 

   "That doesn't mean you can call me names like that in front of others." Loki scolded "I'm acting king now." 

   "The guards do not care what names the king's childhood friend calls him. I bet some of them are old enough that they saw the time you and Thor went running through the castle naked." Astri smiled 

   "Stop it," Loki demanded, looking around to see if anyone had entered the room

   "I'll stop when you talk to me." Astri said, "Do you think any of them remember the time you went crying to Frigga after you had a nightmare from the scary story Thor told at that sleepover we had with Volstagg?" 

Loki snapped his fingers in her face before she could think of another embarrassing childhood moment of his. 

   "Alright. We'll talk. Just stop saying crazy things." He said 

   "Crazy? All those things happened Loki. Just like the time you farted in front of that gorgeous boy, you tried charming who was visiting from Xandar with her family." She laughed 

Loki's face had grown red as he gestured for her to follow him. 

   "Not another word about me as a child," Loki ordered 

   "The fart incident was 200 years ago. You were already fully grown at that point." She pointed out 

   "I'll cut your hair again," Loki said as they reached his chambers

Astri giggled as she sat down on his bed and gestured for him to sit next to her. 

   "I'll say here." Loki declined still several feet from her 

   "I'm not going to bite you you know," Astri said

   "I just...don't want to hurt you." Loki softly said, piddling with his hands, a gesture Astri noticed he had down since they were children.

   "You won't. Just...tell me what's wrong. I'll help you fix it. I promise." She sincerely said 

   "You can't. I can't. No one can." Loki said looking away from her and at his shoes 

   "How do you know? What's even wrong anyway?" Astri asked 

   "If I tell you, you'll be scared of me," Loki said quietly

   "I won't. Nothing you do will ever scare me." Astri swore

A soft beat of silence passed over the room as Astri wished Loki would look up at her. 

   "I am a monster. A relic Odin kept here until he had a purpose for me." Loki said 

   "You're not a monster," Astri assured, standing and crossing the room so she was close to him again. 

   "You don't understand...I'm...one of them. One of those monsters who we've been told frightening stories about since we were children. I am a Frost Giant. The monster who Asgardian parents tell their children to be frightened of when they misbehave. I was nothing but a bargaining chip to Odin. Another object in this castle that represents his conquest over these Nine Realms." Loki said angrily, words cutting across the air like knives, as he finally looking her in the eyes 

   "What do you mean you're a Frost Giant?" Astri asked slowly, surprised at his speech.

Loki led Astri through the castle as he told her the story Odin had told him merely hours before. She stayed silent the whole time, absorbing what came from his mouth. Loki couldn't tell what was worse, her silence or what she might say about who he was. They reached the weapons vault quicker than he would have liked and soon were standing in front of the Joutun's casket. 

   "I will show you." He said, barely trusting his voice 

    "You don't have to. Let's go back to the library and read together." Astri said reaching for him again.

Loki ignored her request and placed his hands on the casket again. An indescribable coldless tingled through his body and he watched his hands turn blue once more. He felt it spread across his body and felt the soft facial lines that all Frost Giants bore rise from his skin. When he was sure he had held it long enough, he turned back to his dear Astri, awaiting her judgment.

   "I understand if you want to leave," Loki said

Astri was silent as her eyes roamed across him. Her light brown eyes we taking in every inch of blue skin that Loki had exposed to her and when she was finally done looking she opened her mouth.

   "I don't care." She said

   "What?" Loki balked, feeling his skin begin to change again

   "I don't care what you are. Tomorrow you could show me you're actually a dragon with wings the size of me and I'd still stay by your side. What matters to me is that you're Loki. I don't care if you're blue." Astri said finally taking his hands when they had gone back to normal.

   "Why?" He asked, closing his eyes and savoring how his hands felt in his. 

   "Because you're important to me," Astri said pressing her forehead to his "No one knows me like you do, and no one ever will." 

No spoilers to the finale but I have never felt more devastated yet fufilled by a Marvel project ever. I don't think I've been this distressed since I watched Infinity War and had to watch Loki die and then 2 hrs later watch Peter "die" in Tony's arms.

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Owen headcanons

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• A big boy, through and through. No matter how tall you are he is taller. Very broad too, his arm feels like a tree trunk and is ripped with muscle. Just looking at him you know you should definitely not fight him. You'll die, seriously.

• Is completely and utterly obsessed with you. He can’t live a day without you, he needs you to be close otherwise he won’t be able to focus if he can’t tell how you’re feeling and if you’re safe. Your safety means a lot to him too, he doesn’t know what he would do if anything happened.

• Owen is definitely a big puppy regarding his feelings for you. He follows you wherever you go and wants to be together at all times, even during events where people would rather be alone;like going to the bathroom… But if you say no firmly he’ll listen and let you do your business.

• Not really one for fixing his appearance. He’s satisfied worth his looks and doeasnt care about anyone’s opinion except yours. The only time when gel dress up is during special occasions as more formal dates.

• Hates when others take up your attention when it should solely be on him. Can’t you see how much he loves you? How your puppy boy is right there? He’ll do anything for you. But those wretched people you call friends steal you away from him constantly. ‘Sorry, I have to see my friends tonight.’ ‘I can’t stay, I promised to help a friend out with their project.’ How many times haven’t he heard that? And how many times hasn’t he told you that you don’t need any friends? He is the only one you need.

• If Owen wants to get rid of someone he’ll start pretty easy, by making some threats and have his enemy know what they’re getting into. When that doesn’t work he will go through with his promises and then they will be no more.

• Adores cuddles and physical closeness. He won’t be able to sleep if he doesn’t have you in his arms. Definitely sniffs your hair while you sleep. Often spoons you, but wouldn’t mind being the little spoon once in a while. It’d be so cute having your arms thrown around him, though you wouldn’t even be able to completely have them around his body. It would basically be like trying to hug a bear.

• Owen’s favourite food is apples. Though it is technically not a ‘food’ and is instead a fruit- he doesn’t care. Doesn’t matter what you say, it’s still dinner material; as long as you eat them in large quantities. Careful, or you’ll have to drive him to the hospital from malnutrition.

• What sort of animal would he be? Well, he would be…..you already know.

Literally him ⬆️

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[toasttt11]

pizza

December 3, 2019

August knew what it’s like to be a number one draft pick and the pressure that comes with it, that she has made sure to be their for the rookies in the league but especially for the number one picks.

She seemed to click the fastest with Jack Hughes, August asked the Devils for his number and she immediately contacted him the night of the draft congratulating him and she continued to keep talking to Jack and Jack started to just ask and talk about everything with August, finding a extreme comfort from her even over the phone.

Jack had a really bad start in his rookie season and has felt down so many times and every time August always seemed to know and would contact him.

Ellen and Jim heard how exicted Jack was on his draft night when August had texted him but they started seeing how much Jack started to grow to love August like a sister and they could see how much she was helping Jack.

Jack was always talking about August to his family and they could all see how important she was to Jack.

August was excited to finally meet Jack in person as they haven’t met yet in perosn only texting and facetiming and she was looking forward to play against him on the ice.

August looked over on the ice seeing Jack on the ice and she waved softly at him, Jack grinned waving back happily.

August was happy how her team ended up playing and she had a goal and two assists at the end of the game, The Knights winning 4-3 against the Devils.

August luckily didn’t have any media that night and quickly showered and got dressed hurrying outside the locker room and she went down the hallway to the Devils locker room when she heard a small sniffle.

August frowned turning her head towards the sound and walked down a smaller hallway that was empty of people and she looked at the end of the hallway seeing a small figure sitting on the floor holding their knees to their chest and crying.

“Are you alright?” August gently asked seeing the boy, she kneeled down in front of him.

Jack’s head shot up and he quickly started wiping his tears before relaxing slightly seeing August, “Hi.” Jack croaked out.

“Hi Jack.” August felt her whole face soften seeing him and noticing how upset Jack looked, she sat down next to him leaning against the wall, she tentatively put her arm around his shoulder and felt him completely relax into her side cuddling closer to her.

“What’s wrong buddy?” August softly questioned she started to gently play with his hair.

“I played so bad, i lost the puck to much, i didn’t even take a shot at the goal.” Jack rushed out feeling extremely overwhelmed.

“Look at me Jack.” August softly demanded, Jack looked up at her, “You are just getting started Jack Hughes, you’re an amazing player and it’s okay to make mistakes your learning still. Everyone makes mistakes but is what you do to fix it that matters.” August knew how much pressure it was being a rookie but especially a first overall, she also knows that any mistakes as rookie were always held over your head.

“But-“ Jack protested.

“Do you think you would be a first overall playing in the NHL if you weren’t a good player, Jack you are an insanely amazing player.” August cut him off gently, she gently reassured him.

“Thank you.” Jack softly mumbled feeling a bit better being reassured by August, knowing that August would tell him the truth.

“Always J, Always.” August softly promised him, “Why don’t you go take a shower and get dressed because i owe you dinner.” August had promised Jack to spend the afternoon and night with Jack as the game was a early game and they were both off tomorrow.

“Okay.” Jack nodded looking excited to spend time with August he hurried and got up, handing a hand down to August helping her up.

“I’ll wait for you.” August told Jack as they walked to his locker room, “No rush!” August reassured him seeing Jack looking like he was going to rush.

Jack nodded and pressed a gentle kiss to her cheek and headed into the locker room to quickly shower.

Nico Hischier walked out of the locker room and he smiled seeing August, “Auggie!”

August looked up and smiled happily seeing one of her favorite people, “Neeks!” August and Nico tightly hugged each other haven’t seen each other for a bit awhile.

“Gonna have dinner with Jack?” Nico questioned having been out to dinner many times with August after games and he knew she would be close to Jack. Nico was glad his teammate had someone he is comfortable to talk to and Nico knows August is exactly that.

“Yeah, you know you are more than welcome to join.” August offered again, Nico shook his head with a smile wanting to let Jack have some one on one time with August.

“That’s okay Auggie.” Nico smiled soflty declining the offer, he wanted Jack to be able to spend time with only August.

Jack walked out a few minutes later seeing Nico and August chatting outside the locker room, he walked over to them.

“Ready bud?” August smiled looking towards Jack, Jack nodded and smiled back, “Bye Neeks.” August gave Nico one more hug before wrapping her arm around Jack’s shoulder walking out with him.

“Pizza?” August softly whispered to Jack as they walked out to his car. August knowing a cheat meal would be a good distraction for Jack right now and just let him enjoy a meal.

“Yeah!” Jack smiled excitedly for a cheat meal and especially pizza.

“Good.” August hoped into the passenger seat as Jack got into the drivers seat and started the drive to his favorite little pizza shop in New Jersey.

Jack pulled up to the pizza shop and hoped out of the car with August, they walked up to the shop and they both ordered multiple diffent slices of pizza.

“It was my treat.” August gave him a stern look as she put her card in not letting Jack pay.

“Thank you.” Jack smiled at August as they waited for their food. August smiled back ruffling his hair.

August grabbed their food and walked out the door Jack held open for her and they headed to a bench that faced the river.

August and Jack both let out a satisfied sounds as they bite into their pizza slices.

Jack rested his head on her shoulder as they ate their pizza looking out to the water.

#augustcrosbyau #ac7 #quinn hughes x oc #jack hughes #luke hughes #quinn hughes #luke hughes x oc #jack hughes x oc #jack eichel #connor mcdavid #nico hischier x oc #nico hischier #connor bedard x oc #juraj slafkovsky #owen power #nhl x oc #vegas golden knights #sidney crosby #marc andre fleury #brendan brisson #mitch marner x oc #mitch marner #dylan strome #alex debrincat #pittsburgh penguins #nhl blurb #2024 nhl draft

[sandrockianblues]

I finally got around to making Scout’s character sheet! These two are the main ones when bouncing between LIs for stories. I’m happy to finally share more about her!

*creds to whoever made the template

*creds to @paofia for making Scout come to life again 💜

#my time at sandrock #mtas #sandrock #pathea #mtas my builder #mtas builder oc #sandrock builder #Sandrock builder oc #mtas builder sheet #mtas Logan #Sandrock Logan #logan x builder #mtas Owen #Sandrock Owen #Owen x builder

[vani-candy]

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A new chapter has appeared!!!! im still in a funky mental state (certainly doing better than i was last month at least bruh) but im slowly getting back into the swing of things! im getting experimental with my process again and i kind of let my biases rule me on this one a tad oops. (that said, your personal biases making it into your writing is a little inevitable) this chapter turned out a bit angstier than i drafted it LOL but i can assure you the next one will be a fluffy silly one! for sure!

i hope you all enjoy!

#my time at sandrock #mtas oc #mtas builder #mtas fang #mtas x #mtas matilda #mtas miguel #mtas mian #mtas elsie #mtas owen in the bg #mtas logan in the bg #fancomic #oc x canon #vani candy art

[footprintsinthesxnd]

Perfect Moments

Julian you are my favourite person. I love you so much. You’re the sweetest, kindest, funniest, most loveable person ever and I can’t imagine life without you in it. Every time we talk you never fail to make me laugh and I’m grateful for you every day. I hope you have a wonderful Christmas and a Happy New Year. I hope you enjoy this little snippet of Julian Owens and George’s Christmas adventure 🩷

The snow crunched under Julian’s jump boots as he followed the ice-covered, cobbled path to Jess’ front door. Aldbourne had been covered in a blanket of white and he’d slipped his way along the roads, aimlessly switching between the pavement and the road. He was thankful there wasn’t too much traffic through the town. The cold had seeped into his bones and the brisk easterly wind had yet to subside. His hand wrapped against the wooden door followed by a muffled, “It’s open.”

Julian stepped in, brushing the snow from his boots before stepping into the kitchen. The smell of bread cooking wafted through the air and he could feel his mouth beginning to water.

“Jess, where are you?” Julian followed the noise of Jess’ humming until he found her hanging a garland over the fireplace.

“Wow, it’s like a Christmas grotto in here,” Julian jested and squeaked when a pillow came into contact with his face.

“Now Cherie, no foul play,” Eugene's strong southern accent caught Julian off guard and he spun on his heels to face him. Eugene was dressed in his brown dress trousers and a white vest, his hair was messy and he still looked half asleep as he took a sip from his cup of what Julian assumed was coffee.

“You slept with him,” Julian squeaked, shooting Jess a shocked look that screamed with unanswered questions.

“What?

“No!”

The pair spoke at the same time and Julian whipped his head back and forth between them.

“No Julian. Eugene and I went to the Christmas dance last night, remember? It was late when we got back and we just got talking so I said he could stay. He slept on the sofa like a true gentleman.”

Eugene’s cheeks turned pink and he bowed his head in embarrassment at the situation.

“So you two didn’t…” Julian trailed off, squinting suspiciously at his friend.

“No Julian we didn’t.”

Eugene cleared his throat beside them, having gathered the rest of his uniform off the sofa and was waiting in the doorway. “I should go, Ma Cherie. Who knows what they’ll ‘ave got up to in one evening without me on base. I’ll ‘ave to patch up half of the company.” Eugene leant forward and pressed a delicate kiss to Jess’ cheek.

“Must you go already? Will I see you later?” Jess whined, looking up at the medic.

“Of course,” Eugene reassured her as Julian interrupted.

“Well actually Bill only got into one fight, Babe accidentally stabbed himself in the hand with a dart and Hoobler is dying from his hangover but overall we all made it back alive. In Easy Company’s standards I’d call that a success,” Julian grinned triumphantly but Eugene just rolled his eyes.

“See what I ‘ace to put up with?”

“I do, Love. Good luck,” Jess placed a kiss on Eugene's cheek and watched as he disappeared into the snowy landscape.

“Well I never. Could have caught you in the act.”

“Will you stop that, Julian,” Jess laughed. “Eugene’s not like that.”

“No, I know that. You’re in safe hands with him. I never have to worry about you.”

Jess smiled at her friend, hanging up the last of the garland. “So what brings you over? I thought we were meeting at the Crown tonight with Josie.”

“We are. I just… I have some news,” Julian scratched the back of his neck nervously. Sensing his apprehension, Jess guided him to the sofa and pulled him into a hug.

“You know you can tell me anything right? Anything at all.”

“George kissed me,” Julian blurted out. “We had too much to drink and he kissed me, and this morning he woke up in my arms and realised and then panicked. He hasn’t spoken to me since,” Julian reeled off nearly in one breath before burying his head in a nearby pillow. “I don’t know what to do.”

“Oh Jules, I’m sorry. I’m sure he didn’t mean to act that way. I’ve seen the way you look at each other. I’m sure he’s as surprised as you are,” Jess tried to reason with him. “Maybe he’s never kissed a man before.”

“Maybe not I guess. I suppose I did sort of have a meltdown after my first kiss,” Julian whined. “I’m just scared I’ll mess everything up.”

Julian buried his head once more but felt some sense of relief when Jess began carding her fingers through his red locks.

“Trust me. You two are going to be just fine.”

Josie reached forward, pushing away Jess’ collar to reveal a small line of circular bruises along her collarbone.

“Jess, what in God’s name is that?” Jess launched herself out of the chair, smacking her neck with her hand.

“What is it? Is there a spider on me?” She squeaked, her irrational fear of spiders from when she was young still present in her adult life.

“No, those bruises. What happened?” Josie questioned, cocking a dark eyebrow at her friend. Jess’ cheeks turned a dark shade of crimson, her eyes avoiding Josie’s as she took her seat once more.

“Oh, it’s nothing… I just knocked myself.”

“You knocked yourself four times in a perfect circular line?” Josie didn’t believe her friend but also couldn’t quite work out why she was lying.

Too engrossed in what Jess was hiding, neither of them noticed Julian’s arrival until he took a seat between them, sniggering loudly and pointing at Jess’ beck.

“No way! I never knew Eugene had it in him!” Julian exclaimed, pulling Jess’ collar further back to reveal the love bites that Eugene had so lovingly placed along her collarbone the night before.

“Julian! Please stop?” Jess exclaimed, pulling her collar up and doing up the top button, embarrassment etched on her pale face.

“Oh no, that’s not what I think it is, is it?” Josie suddenly twigged, her eyes growing wide at the realisation.

“You and Eugene… you know?”

Julian chuckled as Jess tried to hide her face from her friends as their jests continued.

“No, we didn’t. It was just kissing. Eugene is…”

“A gentleman. We know,” her friends said in unison.

“Just wait until I see Eugene later, I’ll give him hell.”

Jess shot him a warning look but both knew Eugene wouldn’t say anything, he’d be too embarrassed himself to tell Julian what happened, and deep down Julian was pleased for both of them. Josie on the other hand was still in complete shock.

“Since when have you two been that close?” Josie demanded, seemingly a little hurt that she was the last to find out.

“We’ve been close for a while,” Jess admitted. “But you’ve been so caught up with Lieutenant Nixon and your newfound love, you didn’t notice. I’m spending more and more time with Eugene on weekends. Just a few weekends ago we went to London together.”

It was now Josie’s turn to look sheepish. She had to admit her mind had been preoccupied recently but she thought she would have noticed the growing love between her best female friend and Easy Company’s loveable medic.

“Well, I’m very pleased for you. He seems like one of the good ones.”

“He is,” Jess smiled, but the joy was short-lived when her mouth shot open and a silent gasp escaped. She hastily grabbed Josie’s hand insisting that they go and talk to Kate the barmaid. Julian was left alone and confused, until he noticed a familiar brown-headed figure approaching him with an awkward smile on his lips.

“Is this seat taken?” George asked, running his fingers over the wooden back.

“Yes! No… I mean no, no one is using it so you can take the chair,” Julian stuttered, his leg tapping up and down underneath the table.

“Well, I was kind of hoping I could sit here with you but I understand if you don’t want me to,” George replied sheepishly and Julian didn’t think he’d ever seen George look so deflated.

“No, you can sit with me, please,” Julian gestured and George’s face lit up as he took the seat.

“I umm… I wanted to apologise for this morning. I just freaked out and I ran and I’m not proud of it,” George looked down at his hands, picking aimlessly at his fingernails. “I’m real sorry, Julian.”

“It’s okay. I understand why you ran… it’s not normal is it.”

“Hey, no don’t start putting yourself down and who cares if people think it’s normal? Julian, I can’t deny my… feelings anymore. I like you and I don’t exactly know why I feel like that but I really like you,” George admitted, his eyes glazed and tearful and Julian reached out, grabbing hold of George’s hand under the table.

“I really like you too, George,” Julian squeezed his hand and George grinned back at him.

“Well, I’m glad you like me too because otherwise, that would have been awkward.”

Julian felt a hand on his shoulder and turned to see Jess and Josie standing behind him.

“All right?” Jess mouthed as the girls took their seats. Julian grinned in return.

Not long after Lieutenant Nixon and Eugene Roe joined them at the table and the party was in full swing. Drinks were passed around, Nixon with his love of alcohol was already slightly tipsy so more than a few rounds were on him. By the end of the evening, everyone was jovial, slightly drunk and their eyes watering from laughter. No

Julian and George decided to head back to their billets, taking the long way back and wandering down the dark, country lanes holding hands. There was no fear of anyone seeing them out here.

“You know, I could get used to this,” George smiled up at Julian, a wide toothy grin as his brown eyes shone in the moonlight.

“Me too,” Julian smiled sadly because the reality was they never would be able to get used to this, walking hand in hand in public but for now, in this small tranquil part of the world at least they could pretend.

“Well at least for tonight I can have you and if I can steal even the smallest moments by your side then I’m a happy man,” George admitted, his arm wrapping around Julian’s back so he could hold him closer. Julian didn’t really believe in perfect moments until he met George Luz but then again maybe the moments weren’t perfect, maybe it was George that was.

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#Julian Owens x George Luz #band of brothers #band of brothers ocs #band of brothers oc #hbowar #hbo war imagine #christmas fic

[cas-kingdom]

Instinct

A/N: My exams finished and what did I do first as a free woman? Write.

My first 9-1-1: Lonestar fic, a small one (with questionable quality), but a subject that hits pretty deep right now. It’s for that reason that this fic isn’t reader-centric. Hopefully “ya’ll” love Connie Strand anyway. Enjoy, and bear with me as I return to writing now that summer’s here!

(Connie’s about 19).

Title: Instinct

Summary: Owen and his daughter discuss the possible return of his cancer.

Words: 2108

The nerves came when the coughing did.

It was instinct at this point. The moment the familiar, guttural sounds reached her, they immediately broke down doors in her mind and wrenched free the memories she’d locked away.

It was instinct also that had her putting her laptop to the side and staring at her bedroom wall for a moment. Heart revving into that familiar gear, hands growing familiarly clammy, breath stopping in that familiar place just at the top of her throat. A sick sort of feeling climbed from her stomach and crawled its way up to her chest, settling there when the coughing stopped and broke down into small croaky things. Barely-audible things. Nothing-to-worry-about things.

She stepped out of bed and hugged her arms to her chest, walking quietly on bare feet towards the halfway-open door. Her room was closest to the kitchen, so she saw him when she stepped out, hunched over the island, head bowed, hands in fists on the marble. For a scene that had moments ago been overwhelmed by a coughing fit, it was scarily silent now.

A time when something like this would not dare cross her mind had passed the window of impossible with her father’s initial cancer diagnosis. Almost a year ago now, he’d been in remission for most of that year, but every cough, every hoarse throat…hell, every stubbed toe had Connie Strand’s nerves skyrocketing. That was normal, she’d been told. That was instinct.

Instinct was a bitch.

Owen saw Connie before he could automatically situate himself into a position that looked the picture of health. Still, he tried, straightening the moment his eyes caught sight of her padding down the hallway. He cleared his throat and picked up a knife, pointing it at the half-cut banana in front of him.

“Morning, Sunshine,” he said, throwing a smile in her direction for good measure. His voice was crackly. “I’m making a protein smoothie. Want some?”

It was in the fire captain’s nature to act oblivious, but Connie didn’t think there was much point in it now. He’d had cancer, he’d had chemo, he’d beaten cancer, he’d beaten chemo. He hadn’t told his kids, then he’d told his kids. It wasn’t as though Connie could no longer tell when he was feeling off. She’d known the difference before the tumours, and she would continue to know it long after. T.K. called that a superpower. Owen called it a pain in his ass.

“I’m allergic to protein powder.” Her answer every time, it was the second reason she wished T.K. still lived with them. When he did, the two were able to sneak a packet of potato chips in through the front door, or even a chocolate bar if they were lucky. But Owen controlled the grocery shopping now, and when Owen controlled the grocery shopping, not a morsel of candy made it in the cart. The first reason lay in the possibility of these exact moments. When she needed her big brother, it wasn’t often he was around.

Still. Connie was and always had been more like her father than her mother, and smoothies, minus the protein, were still a favourite. Owen was extremely proud of that small achievement.

“In that case, My Sunshine Lady Princess—” He turned to grab another glass as she sat in a swivel chair— “One protein smoothie, minus the protein, coming up.” Connie breathed a laugh and he sighed exaggeratedly. “Let me believe it, Con, please.”

He returned to chopping the banana, but Connie could see his face fall. He wasn’t stupid, and neither was she. He knew she hadn’t come into the kitchen at seven am to escape her homework or procure one of his morning smoothies.

“Dad?” She glanced down at the table, following the lines of marble with her finger.

Owen stuck a handful of bananas in the blender and reached for an apple. “Yep.”

“You’re alright, right?”

There weren’t many people who could answer that question truthfully, and once upon a time, Owen Strand would have been at the top of that list. Recently, though, he’d learnt to be a bit more open. He’d had to be. After T.K. had figured out what he’d been keeping from his kids, scepticism followed them both around like the plague.

So, it was with this that the fire captain put down his knife and placed the palms of his hands on the counter, bracing himself against it. He looked up at Connie, her upper lip unknowingly caught between her teeth. He sucked in a breath and cleared his throat. “Banana went down the wrong tube,” he tried.

Connie dropped her head and rose her brows in a very Owen Strand way that had her dad cringing and pulling back.

“Okay, okay. I might have a little tickle in the back of my throat that’s been there a few weeks. And that’s a might, so you take a chill pill right now, Miss, ‘cause I won’t have you worrying about nothing ‘til it’s something.” He had one hand aimed at her, a finger pointing forwards. The Owen Strand look settled quickly on his own face and Connie had a difficult time keeping the smile from her lips. Her dad was her dad, after all. Her hero and entertainer.

At her smile, Owen let one of his own slip onto his face, knowing he’d got her. Just to make sure, he lifted his eyebrows higher and sent a teasing: “You hear me?” to which she just about refrained from rolling her eyes at. Swivelling in her chair, she mumbled an answer, averting her gaze.

“Hey, don’t make me come over there and fix up a smile.” Owen had a habit of turning negative situations on their heads when it concerned Connie and T.K.. Even before the cancer, they hadn’t had the most perfect of lives, switching between mom and dad’s house and suffering the odd babysitter when representing clients and fighting fires overlapped a bit too much. He guessed T.K. had had it worse—he was older and remembered the choppy months after the divorce. Connie had been born in choppy month eight, the most surprising of surprises, but their new way of living had always been her norm. Still, life had had its downs, and a Connie frown broke his damn heart every time.

“Alright—” He dusted his hands together and threw his arms up, resigned— “I’m coming.”

Connie jumped to attention immediately, not quite having expected the change in mood. Though it was certainly like him. “I didn’t say anything!”

Owen clicked his fingers as he made his way intently around the counter. “That’s exactly why I’m coming.”

He wasn’t even hiding the mischievous intonation of his voice. That teasing lilt made its familiar way in, dutifully pushing all negative thoughts from Connie’s mind as she spun in her chair and stretched her arms out. “Hey, hey, okay!” Owen stopped a foot from her chair, eyes narrowed, hands poised suspiciously like they were seconds from launching a tickle attack Connie had told her dad a hundred times she was way too old for. He’d never taken that to heart, nor had T.K., and somewhere deep, deep down she appreciated that. Still, she could pretend not to enjoy it, and probably would until the day Owen himself deemed her too old, if that day ever came.

“Okay,” she said, “not worried. I’m not worried! See?” She pointed at her face, forcing the widest of toothy grins possible. “Look at my smile.”

Owen couldn’t help but snort, amusement at the situation overriding his brief venture to remain serious. “I see it,” he said, letting his arms hang limp by his sides and walking towards her. Connie spun around again to face the counter and he stopped behind her, lifting his arms to drape over her shoulders. Quiet, Connie let her dad pull her back against his chest, feeling his chin come to rest on her shoulder. The ticking of the clock on the wall was the only sound for a moment, father and daughter acting completely on instinct in their need to hold each other for a moment. Worrying about nothing ‘til it was something was Connie’s forte, after all.

“It was just a cough, Sunshine,” Owen reassured her.

“And a tickle in your throat.”

“Mm, I’m pretty sure that was the banana.” Connie smiled and he hailed that a silent victory with a kiss to her cheek, hugging her closer. “My next check-up’s not for another month but I’ll book in with the doc tomorrow. Just to be sure.”

Connie nodded and placed her hand over his. “Just to be sure.”

She could hear him hesitate beside him. “Con, kiddo…I know you’ve got reason enough to be worried, and I’m not gonna take that right away from you. It’s okay to be worried, reminds us all we’re human. But…”

“I worry too much?”

He hummed. “Not that. Sometimes—you just don’t need to worry. And I know you can’t help it, neither can I, I guess we just gotta batten down the hatches a bit, huh? If we worry about anything and everything that could be tumour-related, there’ll never be a time we’re not shaking in our boots.”

He was right, of course, always was, but Connie didn’t know how to answer him. The mood might have continued to plummet, probably would have continued to plummet, if her phone hadn’t pinged at that moment. Connie couldn’t have reached for it quicker, feeling her dad press another kiss to her head before moving back to his side of the island. In the blink of an eye, the dismal air of the kitchen seemed to shatter as Owen opened the blinds and called for Alexa to quietly play his breakfast playlist. They’d talked about what they’d needed to talk about, defeated the elephant in the room. The C word was buried for now.

“T.K. wants to meet for breakfast,” Connie said, her brother’s u me & pancakes b4 shift? shining at her from her bright screen and waking up any residual exhaustion her eyes had been harbouring.

Owen sighed dramatically and visibly deflated. “After I slaved away at the counter cutting fruit for your smoothie?” Connie smiled as she typed a response. “Does he want me to drop you off?”

“He’ll pick me up. You wanna come?”

Another dramatic sigh and the knife clattered to the marble top. Connie rose an eyebrow at his spectacle, knowing deep down he was attempting to shake off any gloominess floating around the kitchen but letting herself enjoy his puckishness all the same. When a theatrical: “After I slaved away at the counter cutting fruit for my smoothie?” came from him, she finally laughed and shook her head.

“Come on, Dad. Pancakes over smoothies every time.”

Hand on his heart, Owen frowned. “Don’t, Connie. Just don’t.” And with that, the Captain of Firehouse 126 promptly turned on the blender. When Connie made half-hearted attempts to shout something over the noise, he put a hand to his ear and leant forward, yelling back: “What’s that? I can’t hear you over this blender! Can you say that again?” Perfectly dad like, perfectly Owen, perfectly instinctual. Still, Connie rolled her eyes and jumped from her chair, marching around to his side and holding up her phone as proof she was ringing T.K. and needed him to turn it off.

Owen peered at the screen but shook his head. “I’m making a smoothie!”

Connie put her phone to her ear and blocked her other ear with a finger. “T.K.? Huh?” Barely audible over the sound of the screaming blender, it apparently did not occur to Connie that she could leave the room. “T.K.!” A chuckling Owen heard her all but yell down the line. “Dad’s not coming! He’s gonna stay at home and sulk over a glass of protein smoothie!”

Owen stopped the blender and made a grab at Connie’s phone. “Uh, that is so not what I said!”

“It so is—” Connie just about leapt away from him— “Yeah, he’s not feeling so hot. Says he has a tickle in his throat.”

Not many could best Owen in a battle of wits, but he was damn glad that the one who could was his kid.

With a deep, insanely proud chuckle, he clapped his hands together before wiggling his fingers towards her. “I’ll show you a tickle in the throat.”

Instinct. Total instinct.

And, even as her shrieking resounded throughout the kitchen that Sunday morning before the clock had even struck seven am, Connie Strand loved every bit of it.

Lone Star Masterpost

#9-1-1 lone star #owen strand #9-1-1 #911 #911 lone star #9-1-1 ls #owen x reader #owen strand x reader #owen x oc #owen strand x oc #oc daughter #oc sister #sister reader #sister!reader #daughter!reader #oc!reader #oc reader #teen reader #teen!reader #911 verse #9-1-1 fic #911 fic #mine #tk strand #tk x reader #tk x oc #tk strand x oc #tk strand x reader #t.k. strand

[1-800-sinister]

i turn my asks back on so ask away i don't write for brock, stephanie, saraya/paige, ronda, nia, etc i write for shayna, rhea, zoey, sonya, kevin, sami, damian, dominik, etc

#wwe #wwe imagine #wwe x reader #wwe smut #rhearipley #rhea ripley #rhea ripley x reader #rhea ripley smut #shayna baszler x reader #shayna baszler #zoey stark #sonya deville #kevin owens x reader #kevin owens #sami zayn #sami zayn x reader #sami zayn fanfiction #sami zayn x kevin owens #sami zayn x oc #damian priest smut #damian priest x reader #damian priest imagine #damian priest #dominik mysterio imagine #dominik mysterio smut #dominik mysterio x reader #dominik mysterio

[kyleoreillylover]

Hotel Room

Summary: After you fail to help Sami and Kevin retain their tag team championships at payback, you expect to be kicked to the curb for not being enough to help them win. But Sami and Kevin find it shocking that you would even think that at all.

word count: 3,229

warnings: mentions of abuse (but not in detail, but roman's an asshole in this), cursing, insecure reader that just needs love.

pairings: Kevin Owens and Sami Zayn x Fem!Black!Reader (platonic), Jey Uso x Fem!Black!Reader (platonic)

tag list: @southerngirl41 @venusesworld @jeysbae @reci1996 @tbonesteakwithasideofmashngrav @hope4more @selena-tyler-564 @saintaquarius

a/n: This was inspired by a ao3 fanfic, and I put my own twist on it. I am obsessed with Kevin and Sami ( been obsessed since 2016 but wbk) need more of them!! wish they didn't split them up into different brands, but we got samijey to curb us lol. Hope ya'll enjoy! (also the pic of sami in the far right corner is just 😩)

From Sami 🩷: Hey…you kinda ran off after the match. I know you like to figure things out on your own and I don't expect you to do anything but know that me and Kevin here for you <3

To Sami🩷: Sami, I need you guys.

From Sami 🩷: You'll always have us, that'll never change. We’re in Room 203.

The empty hotel halls stretched for what seemed like forever, like a silent maze, the only sound echoing being the soft click of your heels against the polished floors.

You nervously wrung your hands together as you dragged your suitcase behind you, the heavy luggage not as heavy as the weight of defeat settling on your shoulders. Every step was painful, a reminder of the bitter loss you suffered earlier in the evening, and the almost non-existent tear stains that were slowly drying on your cheeks a reminder of how scared you were of how Sami and your other friends would react.

That was stupid. Sami wasn't Roman. None of your friends were him. But you couldn't help but feel a sinking sensation in your chest, couldn't help but push everyone away as soon as you came to the backstage area. You couldn't help but think they'd be disappointed in you. And most of all, you feared disappointing Sami and Kevin. Their reassurance meant the world, yet the fear lingered, gnawing at your resolve.

Before you knew it, you reached his hotel room, but your hand hesitated before knocking. What if Sami's response wasn't genuine? What if Kevin thinks your a disappointment? What if, despite Sami’s words, you were just a letdown to them too? What if he was being kind to you to later throw your words back in your face? You contemplated these thoughts as your knuckles hovered, hesitant to tap on the door.

Before you could make a choice to knock on the door or not, the door swung open, and all thoughts fled from your mind the second you saw Sami's handsome face peeking through the slightly ajar doorway, concern etched in his features as his eyes locked onto yours. His brown hues made you stop made you stop mid-breath, freezing you in a mix of relief and uncertainty.

"Y/N." Sami breathed out, eyes scanning over your form, taking in the way expression and the faint traces of tears.

"Sami," you managed, your voice quivering slightly despite your attempts to steady it. You peered up at him, feeling small under his gaze but oddly safe. His caring eyes seemed to dissect your worries without needing any words.

"Come in."

The invitation was gentle, almost tentative, as if he was giving you space to retreat if you needed. You hesitated, unsure of how to react. But the concern in Sami's eyes dissolved any hesitation.

You stepped into the room, Sami's hand on the small of your back was warm like the hotel room, the lights flickering dimly as if mimicking the emotions flickering within you.

Kevin was sat on the edge of the bed, looking up from his phone , concern instantly etched across his face as he saw you standing at the door.

"Come sit down. Where were you? You left so fast that it was like you were never there." Kevin's voice was soft instead of the angry growl you expected it to be as he gestured to the empty space beside him on the bed. Sami quietly closed the door behind you, his eyes never leaving your face.

"I-Im sorry… I needed some air," you mumbled, finally allowing your heavy suitcase to drop to the floor with a thud. You moved towards the bed, sitting down beside Kevin, feeling a lump form in your throat as you avoided looking directly at either man. The air felt suffoacting to you, and you knew lookin them in the eyes and seeing their anger and disappointment would be too much to bear.

You felt the bed dip as Sami sat down beside you, the mattress compressing under his weight. There was a heavy silence that lingered in the room, punctuated only by the subtle sound of Kevin setting aside his phone as he and Sami exchanged a silent look, both agreeing that this was way out of character for you.

Sami's hand landed gently on your shoulder, and you flinched at the unexpected touch, your body tensing as you looked up at him, seeing his brown eyes looking down softly into yours. He quickly retracted his hand, offering an apologetic smile though his concern grew tenfold at your reaction. "Hey, it's okay. You don't have to explain anything if you don't want to. We're just glad you're here," Sami's voice was calm and understanding, void of any hint of frustration or anger.

Your heart clenched at Sami's genuine concern. It was a stark contrast to what you expected—no judgment, no anger. But you knew better than to take things at face value-that's exactly what Roman used to do. You know the game, and you didn't want to be played again.

"I-I messed up," you whispered, your voice trembling with emotions you were struggling to articulate. "I'm sorry."

Kevin tilted his head, eyebrows furrowing in confusion at your words. "For what? The only people who should be sorry are Rhea and JD. It's not like you costed us the match. They did."

You averted your eyes as the memories of the match rushed back, blinking away the emotions threatening to spill over. "But it is my fault. I should've been more focused. I should've done better. I should've been better."

You swallowed hard and took a deep breath, trying to mask the vulnerability that threatened to spill over.

"Y/N…" Sami breathed out so softly that you could've pretended you didn't hear him if it weren't for his warm hand on your face that gently turned you to face him, your body stiffened at the touch, but Sami's hand was so comforting, so gentle, that you couldn't help but lean into it, looking up into his compassionate eyes. There was an understanding there, a depth that made you feel seen in a way you hadn't felt in a long time. "Talk to me. Tell me what I can do to make you feel better. Tell me what's wrong."

"Don't do that." You shook your head, feeling the pressure building inside, the lump in your throat growing larger. "Don't treat me like I'm weak. I can take the punishment."

"Wait, what?" Sami's hand left your cheek and Kevin stood up wide eyed at your statement.

"Did you just say what I think you fucking said?" The growl Kevin let out made you flinch as the man stormed towards you, a fury blazing in his brown eyes. It startled you even more when you realized he wasn't glaring at you, that he wasn't directing his aggression at you, at least in that moment.

Sami's eyes were just as wide, and you felt yourself instinctively shrinking backwards into the bed, as though expecting to get hit. Sami grabbed Kevin by his shirt collar and held him back, a quiet command ringing in the air that had no need for words, even though his eyes told all you needed to know

"What did you mean?" Sami asked gently, ignoring the scowling man in front of him, though the slight anger he tried to hold back in his voice betrayed him. "Y/N, what do you mean?"

Your voice was barely audible as you muttered, "Just…I lost. I have to pay for it now. It's the way it goes."

Kevin's lips curled in anger at your words, and Sami could barely contain himself either, and they took deep breaths, visibly controlling their own emotions before speaking again.

"Sweetheart, you don't have to pay for anything. You did nothing wrong." Sami cupped your jaw, forcing you to look at him, and you could see the anger clouding his usual vibrant irises. "I don't have to guess who made you feel this way, but you don't deserve to be treated this way. You don't deserve to be thinking that this is your fault. This is not your fault."

You waited for the punchline, your expression a mix of pain, sadness, regret and guilt. But it never came.

You looked up at Kevin, noticing his expression had softened as he observed your facial expression intently, searching for something, anything that will reassure you that this isn't true, that you are not the burden you think you are.

Sami's hand on your jaw was warm, and it wiped away a tear you didn't even realize was there. His touch was gentle, so different from what you expected. You were waiting for anger, for disappointment, for something familiar, yet Sami and Kevin were nothing of the sort. They were kind, understanding, and concerned. Sami's voice cut through your thoughts.

"Y/N, listen to me," Sami's voice was insistent yet calm. "Whatever happened out there tonight, whatever you're feeling, it's not your burden alone to bear. We're here for you. You're not weak for feeling overwhelmed or scared. You're not weak for coming to us for help. And you're not weak for a loss you have no fault for."

Kevin's expression softened further as he took a step towards you, his tone much softer than before. "You don't have to pay for anything, okay? We win and we lose together." He sat next to you again, his arm inching towards you hesitely before encircling your shoulders in a protective gesture. "And that's how it goes. We're here to support you, not punish you. We're a team, we're a family, and we will never hurt you."

You looked between Sami and Kevin, feeling the walls you've built around you tremble. Their words held an honesty you hadn't experienced before, a sense of solidarity that contradicted your fears. The tenderness in their actions contradicted everything you were used to. It scared you. But it also made you happy, because it was everything you ever needed.

"I don't deserve this…" You choked on the words, the emotions lodged in your throat making it difficult to articulate your thoughts. "I've always been the weak link… It's always been that way."

Sami's hand on your jaw tightened slightly, not in a forceful way, but in a comforting manner, making you meet his gaze. "Listen to me, Y/N. That is not true. You've never been a weak link, and you never will be. And you know why?"

Sami's hand left your jaw finding yours gently, his fingers intertwining with yours. "Because you are one of the greatest wrestlers I've ever seen in the ring. Your heart, kindness, skill, dedication, no one else can compare to it. And no one has a bigger heart than you, that's why I'm proud to call you my best friend, and I know Kevin feels the same."

Sami gestured to Kevin, and you leaned into his arm as you looked at him, his usual stern expression softened by a hint of concern. His eyes were reflecting empathy and affection, a sight that caught you off guard.

"I know I don't say it a lot," Kevin started, his voice softer than usual, "but what Sami said? It's true." His arm around your shoulder tightened ever so slightly. "You're family. And we would never hurt family for something stupid like a title loss, unlike-"

Kevin cut himself off with an irritated huff, his eyes briefly reflecting an emotion you couldn't quite pinpoint before he recomposed himself. Sami's grip on your hand tightened gently, a silent reassurance as he exchanged a knowing look with Kevin, comforting him as well until he finally composed himself enough to turn back to you. "We love you, okay? I love you, and I can't let you think that you're anything less than the amazing person you are. We've seen you at your best, and we've seen you when you're not okay, and let me tell you, even then, you're badass."

You didn't know how to take it from here. You were not used to receiving such unconditional support and affection since your start in the bloodline. It felt foreign yet strangely comforting. A part of you wanted to believe their words, to let their reassurances seep into your core and heal the wounds of self-doubt that had been festering for so long. So that's exactly what you tried to do.

"Thank you," you murmured, voice thick with emotion. "I… I'm sorry. It's just that.. he used to.."

"You don't need to tell us anything you don't want to." Sami interjected gently, his thumb rubbing soothing circles on the back of your hand. "We understand."

You nodded with a meek smile, squeezing Sami's hand in gratitude. "Thank you for being here for me. I appreciate it more than I can say."

Kevin leaned in, placing a firm hand on your other shoulder. "We've got your back, always. No matter what." His tone held a sense of finality, as if he was making a solemn vow.

You took a deep breath, feeling a weight lift off your shoulders, albeit ever so slightly. Their words was a salve to the wounds you kept hidden for so long. It was a warmth you hadn't felt in ages, a comforting embrace that slowly began to mend the broken pieces of your spirit. You looked at them, feeling gratefulness swell in your heart for having these two by your side.

"Thank you," you repeated, your voice steadier this time. "I… I really needed this."

Sami offered a comforting smile. "Of course. Now how bout you take a hot shower, let off some steam, and we can get some rest? And if you don't feel comfortable rooming with us, we can ask Jey if you can room with him."

You shook your head, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "No, this is good. Thank you, really."

Kevin nodded, a brief smile crossing his features. "Alright then. You need anything else, just ask. We'll be right here."

Before you could rise from the bed, Kevin pulled you down and engulfed you in a tight hug. It was unexpected, but the sincerity in his embrace was undeniable. Sami leaned in, joining the hug, wrapping his arms around both you and Kevin, and you relaxed into their embrace, feeling a sense of security you hadn't felt in a long time. The weight on your chest seemed to ease, and for the first time in a while, you allowed yourself to believe that maybe, just maybe, things would be alright.

As you separated from the hug, a genuine smile adorned your face. " I'll take that shower and get some rest. But thank you, both of you."

They nodded in unison, their expressions reflecting both understanding and determination. "Anytime," Sami said, his voice holding a softness that touched your heart.

You gave one last smile to them before you made your way to the bathroom, and as soon as the shower was turned on Kevin stood up abruptly and faced Sami, his expression hardening into an angry scowl. Sami, observing the sudden change in Kevin's demeanor, rose cautiously, concern etched on his features.

"Kevin, what's going on?" Sami's voice held a tinge of worry as he watched his friend's reaction.

Kevin clenched his fists, his jaw tensing. "I'm gonna beat Roman's ass."

Sami interrupted, his tone urgent as he put his hand on Kevin's shoulder, trying to calm him down. "Kevin, you can't. Not right now."

"Stay out of it, Sami," Kevin retorted sharply. "This is about her. About what he's done."

Sami hesitated for a moment, caught off guard by Kevin's intense emotions. "I know, trust me I know. But we can't just go in there and—"

Kevin interrupted, brushed off Sami's hand and turned to face him, anger seething in his eyes. "Did you know what he was doing to her? Did you know how he treated her?"

Sami's eyes widened in surprise and hurt at the accusation. "No, Kevin. I didn't know. If I had, that would've been the last day Roman would have a career." Sami's voice held a note of defensiveness, hurt that Kevin would even think he'd knowingly allow such mistreatment.

"How could you not know?" Kevin's voice wavered between anger and disbelief. "You acted like everything was normal!"

The accusation stung Sami deeply, and his voice turned raw with emotion. "Because I didn't know, Kevin! I trusted Roman at the time, you know that! I trusted her judgment, you know that! How could you think I'd let her get hurt? How could you think I'd just stand by?"

Sami's voice raised slightly, a hint of frustration surfacing. "And don't you think Jey would've been the first to know? He was in the bloodline longer than me, he's the closest one to her besides us. We both know Jey would've torn Roman apart for even touching her."

Kevin seemed to visibly calm down at Sami's reasoning, though the tension in the room lingered. He ran a hand through his hair, taking a deep breath to steady himself. "I just... I can't stand the thought of someone hurting her, you know? Of him, out of all people, hurting her."

Sami nodded, his features softening with empathy as he placed a hand on Kevins' shoulder. "I get it Kev. My heart was ripped out of my chest the second I heard what she said."

Kevin nodded, his gaze downcast. "Me too. God, I wanted to kill him right then and there. I still do."

Sami looked at Kevin for a moment, the two of them gazing at each other before Sami brought Kevin into a much needed hug that they both needed in the moment.

Kevin slowly returned the hug, his body tense but gradually relaxing in Sami's embrace. Sami held onto the hug for a moment longer before releasing Kevin, hoping to reassure him, while trying to reassure himself.

Sami held onto the hug for a moment longer before releasing Kevin, hoping to reassure him. "I'm scared too, Kev," Sami admitted softly. "But we'll figure this out, okay?"

Kevin nodded, a steely determination glinting in his eyes. "Yeah, we will." He glanced towards the door after a comfortable silence spread between them and the shower stopped running.. "I'm gonna go grab something to eat downstairs."

Sami felt a tinge of suspicion but nodded in acquiescence. "Alright, grab me some food too, I'm going to bed." Kevin nodded and dabbed Sami up before heading out the door.

Once Kevin left, Sami sighed deeply, feeling the weight of the situation settle on his shoulders. He prepared for bed, trying to quell the swirling thoughts in his mind.

Meanwhile, Kevin stepped outside and pulled out his phone, dialing Jey's number. He knew Jey would go ballistic, and that's exactly why he needed him. He was done with Romans bullshit over the past 3 years. His ego, his cockiness, the pain he inflicts on others.

But that pain will mean nothing like the one Kevin, Jey and Sami will inflict on him for hurting you.

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[vampiremilfs]

he hits the bong and eats the pussy

#and he should also be electrocuted #oc: owen x #girl idek these OCs be lookin crazy sometimes