#si talks about figure skating

[wizard0rbs]

#no thoughts just kaori #3x world champion soon #sakamoto kaori #kaori sakamoto #figure skating #fs season 2023/24 #si talks about figure skating

[pricegouge]

Fatted Rabbit, Part Six

Bearshifter!Price AU

Rated M for later chapters

Part one

Simon stands behind the bar like some sort of massive, brooding Aeacus. As if they were always bound to meet here, and John was always bound to spill his secrets, and wasn't John such a stupid little twat for not having ever realized that before?

It speaks volumes that not even Simon's shit eating grin puts a damper on John's mood.

"You're relieved, Riley."

"I'll say. Didn't even need to have a talk with 'er about curfews."

"Well, I know how you worry. It went well, by the way."

"Didn't ask. How'd you manage not to muck it up?"

"I got this excellent relationship coach that gave me some great ideas."

"You keep adding to my workload and I'm unionizing."

"Yeah?" John laughs, "You and who?"

"That new barkeep seems easily impressionable."

"Mm. That what got your stamp of approval?"

Oh, it's always a good day when John can pry a real reaction from his head brewer. Simon doesn't squint, but there's a tightening around his eyes that suggest he would do, if he suffered such banal things as 'automatic response disinhibition.'

"Am I gonna need to sit you down with the harassment video again, Riley?"

"Don't technically work at the bar, cap. One Four One pays my bills." He's aiming for a sarcastic 'so what if I am,' lands slightly off center.

"Good point. You been putting a lot of thought into it?"

The pause is a half a beat too long. "Too busy thinkin' about having to cover my boss's shifts while 'e flits about with some young bird like 'e's in uni again."

"Aye. Gonna need you to do it again on Sunday, too."

"Sunday?" Simon barks. "You're training on Sunday."

"No, you're training on Sunday. By the time I get here he'll probably be good to go."

Now he does squint. "And if I got plans?"

"You'd've mentioned them first. Thanks, Si. I owe you one."

"You owe me the business at this point."

"Already in my will and testament."

"Mm. Keep trying your luck and I'll take what's owed sooner'n later."

***

Simon stays on to cook, a blessing considering it ends up being a decent Friday turnout. The early spring seems to be pulling in more than just the locals. John resolutely does not put on the hockey match he knows his rabbit's interested in because he doesn't want to listen to Simon's opinion on that, but he does watch the ticker tape at the bottom of the basketball commentary to monitor the score when he can. He's not sure why; he can't exactly participate in any informed conversation on the subject, but it seems like it'll be a good anecdote to know when they're skating.

Fuck, skating. He'd been a few times in his life and it had all been perfectly fine, but he usually sleeps right through the season so it's not something he's practiced in a while. He doesn't want to make an ass of himself, even if the rabbit had the same concerns. It's embarrassing enough being as twiggy as he is currently, he couldn't stand to be uncoordinated or in any way less physical in her eyes. He remembers how raptly she'd watched that match, the ways her eyes had tracked the men on screen. He hadn't found it in any way threatening at the time, but he doesn't want to be compared negatively to them. The fact that they're professional doesn't matter, of course, at least not to the beast in his chest.

John shoots her a sympathetic text when the team she'd been following loses (again. He's going to have to figure out how playoffs work here, the basketball announcers are even talking about multiple games) but he doesn't get a response until quite late, when he's on the roof enjoying a cigar after closing.

Christ, another game?

John damn near preens

He'd rather buy her those panels but he doesn't think she'd let him. More than that he'd rather drive her car into Whitefish Lake, but he supposes she'd be a little cross about that, too.

John nearly bites through his cigar. It's an honest struggle to force his bear back under his skin, the animal not fully understanding that such a challenge could be issued through miles of suburban landscape and a thirty foot drop off a roof. Much as he wants her here (on her knees between his thighs, mouth hot and wet through the fabric of his trousers as he shoves a boot under her cunt, preferably), it's probably a good thing she isn't because he doesn't want her on all fours their first time, his jaws clamped on the nape of her neck as he leans his full weight on her, trapping her big soft body between the mass of himself and the cold hard ground, uncaring if the whole city heard her whining, or screaming, or begging, or moaning. He wants to see her face as he fucks her, learn what she likes or doesn't. He wants to eat her out as if she's the only food he'll need for winter - until she's crying about how she has nothing left to give and then he wants to lick her tears up, too.

But right now the only thing he wants from her is her round arse presented in apology, the feel of her flesh between his teeth.

It's a struggle to be witty when your body is trying to prime you for both a fight and a fuck at the same time and your circulatory system feels like the Magic Roundabout, so John doesn't bother.

And that's -. Fuckin' -.

Just like that, she's got him back to heel. More pup than predator, eager to beg for treats from her hands. A brat he can handle; even his bear seems greedy at the prospect. If her challenges aren't in earnest - if she's simply trying to get a rise out of him because she wants him to fuck her hard, he's more than happy to allow it. Happy to let his bear take over and give her what she wants.

Fuck, he's hard. A green cub, can't even distinguish rational thought and animalistic impulses. No, she's not asking for an actual bear in human skin to take her to task, Christ. He needs circulation back to his brain STAT. And to think this all started with a Viagra joke.

***

Saturday is a lesson in patience. He feels unmoored, confused. A bit like standing in a cold stream waiting for the salmon run to leap into his mouth, weeks before they're due to arrive. There is so much to do. His rut looms in the distance like a sundog: a beautiful, bad omen. He should be preparing. Securing his mate, improving his den, padding his own body, ensuring she's equipped to carry both herself and his cubs through the winter.

Instead he's lying to QuickBooks about where his head brewer worked this week and hosing off beer mats, listening to some old coot veer dangerously close to homophobic remarks about the lesbian couple who own the boot shop across the way. It sets John's teeth on edge, makes him snappy. He spills the man's third beer across his lap as he hands it off and gets even more irritated when it only garners benevolent absolution. He wants a fight. Wants a fuck even more. Is turning in circles knowing he won't get either any time soon. Simon doesn't stop by, doesn't offer himself as a verbal, pricker-covered punching bag. The rabbit never texts. John would give his left eye to eat a porcupine right now, feel the satisfaction of the kill and the anger of his prey, both.

He closes shop early, finds his way to the edge of town. He hardly even bothers to hide his clothes in a sparse, budding green thicket before he's on all fours, lumbering off into the woods. Her scent has been growing stronger for him. In his human form, he can usually smell her from across town but like this, snout high in the air as he sifts through the noxious scent of the other humans in town, he can track her clear up to Lake McDonald. It's soothing, usually: the sweetness of the simple foods she eats, the saltiness of her skin. Her cunt. But it's sour tonight, distressed and distressing. He sets off in a blind panic.

He's nearing the Flathead when it hits him properly and he slows, relief and understanding washing over him. Poor rabbit, she's nearing her monthlies. He can smell it now, the stink of her discomfort and the impending blood. No wonder he was so off kilter all day. It speaks to the quality of their bond that he can already sense these things. Means when his rut comes around, she'll likely be impacted too, which sets his mouth watering. Although -.

If their bond was really that strong, she wouldn't be menstruating. Waste of bloody resources. A stupid fucking design flaw he could cure her of.

With a proper bond or a cub, whichever came first.

She's not parked in a proper camp tonight, just tucked away on a four wheel path safe from the main road. He considers not disturbing her for all of thirty seconds before he starts chuffing and sniffing like a hog around her wheel wells. He hears her shuffling about and then her little curtain moves and she beams at him.

"That you, big guy?"

John lowers at her and she pulls her screen down properly to get a better look. He doesn't raise himself half onto her roof this time, just remains on all fours and lifts his head enough to peer back at her.

"You know, we have to stop meeting like this. People will talk." For once, John doesn't think he'd mind. As if to test that theory, she shuffles around a bit and John sees her pull her phone out of the center console to power it up. She was supposed to get battery back ups today. Part of the reason he was so irritable; he'd wanted to speak with her. But if even he was feeling so completely out of it, he can't imagine she cared very much about a trip to the store herself. He waits patiently for her phone to power up. She keeps an eye on him, but he just continues to puff foggy breaths onto her window, unbothered. Eventually she tells him to say cheese and he makes a soft noise at her that makes her grin.

"I never knew bears could moo," she teases and John sneezes at her in annoyance which only makes her giggle. Christ, an honest giggle. She's so fucking cute he could squeeze her til she popped.

"I think that's my favorite noise you make. Though the huffs are pretty cute too." So John does it again, just to show off. "Yeah, that one! Gonna have to do some studying, figure out what those all mean. Just suppose I'm lucky you haven't roared at me yet."

Don't worry bunny, he'd never.

She putz around on her phone and John wonders how many people she's sending the picture to. He's being careless, he knows, but it's worth it to see her - to ensure she's thinking of him, even if she doesn't know it. She holds her stomach absently as she types and after a few moments her face scrunches and she winces, curling in on herself a bit more. When it passes, she eyes him with mock suspicion. "That why you're here, big guy? The bears can smell the menstruation!" That last bit is said in an affected voice, probably a reference to something he's too British to understand. "Thought that was a myth?"

It is, clever rabbit. For all but you.

She hasn't actually started yet, he doesn't think. Poor lamb will likely start right as they're due to meet at the rink. He wonders if she'll cancel. He's already making contingency plans, wondering if she'll let him take care of her or if she'll make excuses and leave him to figure out how to both pretend he doesn't know what's really going on and also make it clear she's allowed to ask him for help with it.

"Well, periods are a curse enough as it is. It's not fair that god sends his cuddliest looking creatures out to kill us, too. You look like an industrial size heating pad and the world's biggest spoon all rolled up in the fuzziest weighted blanket imaginable. You're a frickin' cure all come to kill me. Tease!"

Oh, he's the luckiest man to ever walk the earth. She's so perfect, already warmed up to his bear, no coaxing required. Soon, honey. You can cuddle up to his beast anytime you want. He can't help the constant chuffing noises her spiel has earned; or the way he presses against her car as if he can transfer some of his heat through the metal. He'd been struggling to keep his impulses in check all day, but in this form it's even harder. He's split between the elation of her accepting this form and the frustration that she won't let him help her. He wants to turn back right here, let her see, ferret her out of her den and let her use his body to cure her ails in whatever way she sees fit.

"You're so cute though, I guess I can forgive you," she continues, and it's a struggle to keep his grunting noises in check enough that he can still hear her. "You know, I told my friend about you. He said the bears around here can be pretty well socialized because it's such a high traffic area. You got other girls you're seeing on the side?"

Never, bunny, he snorts, never again.

"I promise I won't be offended. We can keep it casual." She puts on an overly breezy air, being silly. "I mean like, cause they're not like feeding or petting you either, right? Like, you're not… getting that from any girl at all, right?" A beat. John tries to play along by looking as contrite as a bear possibly can. "You whore!" she gasps, "Who is she?"

His response is to stand and lean against her car, ducking his head to nod at her.

"Mmm, nice recover. You know if you really wanted to make it up to me, you'd stop scraping my paint." Admonished, Price lowers himself back to the ground. The rabbit eyes him suspiciously. "I swear, sometimes it feels like you can understand me. Are you a circus escapee? Do you know any tricks?" She pauses, as if waiting. "Can you speak?"

Fuck it, John gives her a halfhearted, rumbling roar.

She laughs, delighted. "How about lay down? You know that one?"

And that sounds like a great idea so he does, makes himself comfortable with his belly on the muddy trail.

"What about roll over?" She asks, voice soft with apprehension; unfortunately, twice is a coincidence but three times is a pattern. John ignores her command in favor of chewing at the pads of his forepaw and after a moment, the rabbit breathes out a heavy, chuckling sigh.

"Might be going a bit batty, spending all my time alone," she mutters. Louder, she tells him, "I think you've got the right idea about getting comfy, though. I'm turning in. You staying there? You'd make some guard dog."

John just rolls his eyes to her and huffs.

"Right. Well, goodnight. Please be gone when I wake up so I can pee without fear." He snorts at her and she chuckles in response, shifting her weight around the car enough to make it rock a bit. She doesn't put her privacy screen back up, he notes with some frustration. He'll have to stay until the early hours just to be sure she's safe, but he doesn't mind. He's been tempted to spend every night exactly like this since he first spotted her rubbing herself raw in the early spring dawn. He's just happy to know she doesn't seem too freaked out by his presence.

***

Sunrise finds him fishing his damp clothes out of the bush he'd hastily tucked them into the night previous. They make for an unpleasant trip back, but he's warmed by a missed text from his bunny: a picture of himself captioned 'Think I made a new friend'.

She'd been asleep when he'd left her but even still, John cannot help replying right then and there.

***

John is leaning against his passenger door when he spots her big Wrangler pulling in and he makes his way to her with enough time to offer a hand as she slides out of the car. He maybe stands a bit too close, appreciating the way her thick, soft thighs rub briefly against his own as he helps guide her gracefully to the ground.

She's got on leggings and tall socks with converse and a thin henley under a worn denim jacket. She's so cute he wants to throw her in the back of her Jeep right then and give the suspension a run for its money. Compounding his dilemma is the strong scent of her monthlies evident through the thin material of her trousers. It's weak enough he doubts anyone else will notice, but the scent of the iron rich blood has his teeth itching.

Plus it's upsetting to be slapped in the face with such strong evidence that their bond isn't fully formed.

Despite his turmoil, John smiles at her warmly and kisses her on the cheek in greeting, making her blush.

"Good to see that bear didn't make off with you. Not sure I could win that particular fight."

She laughs as they make their way inside, "I don't know, he seems more of a lover than a fighter. You could probably win him over with some berries or something."

"So then I'd have to share both you and my food? I gotta run this bloke out of town." John can feel the rabbit eyeing him suspiciously, weighing the quality of his words. He, of course, doesn't flinch; simply holds the door open and guides her through with a palm on her lower back.

He's hoping she'll tell him he doesn't need to worry about sharing her, but it seems that's a bit much to expect from a casual second date. She motions to the door he's held for her instead. "See? And here you were worried about not being a gentleman."

John's laugh is a mean, hot puff of breath. "There's still time," he warns, standing too close.

He helps her into her cute little skates, lets her use his body to keep herself upright as they stand in the carpeted hallway waiting on the zamboni to finish up. He's maybe a little swept up in the domesticity of it, surrounded as they are by other couples and families with small kids. 'Stanley Cup hopefuls,' the rabbit calls them, and John nearly goes weak in the knees imagining her bringing his cubs back here one day, decked out in her team's colors. He stands too close but she doesn't seem to mind; and when he kisses her on the crown of her head and keeps his lips there, she just leans a little more into him and he sighs in contentment. And when the doors finally open, he is treated to the absolute delight of watching his rabbit trying to figure out how to keep her feet under herself, laughing all the while.

The crowd is a mix of old hats just trying to stay limber; pesky children who rocket by, trying hard as they can to get under feet and trip people up; and landlubbin' newbies like them. It's good, sweet. Gives John an excuse to keep his hands on his rabbit, and seems to take her mind off her cramps, if the way her sweat turns from acrid with stress to good clean salt is anything to go by. It would be perfect, John decides, if not for a pair of twenty-something boys that linger, skating big ambling circles around John and his girl. They're casual, keep their eyes mostly to themselves, but John is already on edge and something about their presence makes him want to stand his ground.

Of course, he can't quite do that when the whole point of free skate appears to be 'skate in a circle'.

"Might've had it wrong, bunny," John grins as he gets his hand around her thick waist for the dozenth time, catching her just as her right foot goes slipping out in a direction she didn't authorize. "Think you're more of a Bambi than a thumper."

"With these thighs?" she jokes, slapping her quad for effect.

John doesn't bother to hide the hunger that elicits in him. He's about to give her a tiny little smack of his own when -,

"Nice catch, man. Way to take one for the team."

"Yeah, they'll have to bring the zamboni back out if she goes down."

John is distantly aware of his rabbit going stiff and quiet, her gaze drifting somewhere down by her feet. He keeps hold of her arm but it's more an instinctual comfort than a conscious decision, as all his higher brain function is dedicated to not growing fangs between which to trap these boys.

"They'll have to bring it back out if I use your teeth like an auger, too." John's voice is low. Possibly too low to be strictly human. It gets the point across anyway. The twiggy twats who have been circling like sharks all morning take one look at him and decide they have severely misread the depth of his feelings for the soft girl they've targeted. Finding no easy prey here, they mumble an apology (to John, the gits, not his rabbit) and dart off to pester a gaggle of teenage girls. John draws himself even closer to his girl, waits until he's certain he can control his voice better. "Fucking bellends. Sorry about them. You okay, honey?"

"Yeah, it's fine. Thanks for that. Sorry I clammed up, I can usually fight my own battles."

John scoffs, unamused. "No need, sweetheart. Unless you'd rather, of course. Actually, sorry if I overstepped. Knee jerk reaction."

"Oh, no, trust me, you're fine. Not mad at all." Her breath is soft, nearly amused, and John can't help but feel a little proud at having turned her mood around so quickly.

"Do you want to go do something else?"

"And let them know they bothered me? Absolutely not."

John grins, hums appreciatively. "That's my girl." His grin only widens when she blushes at the term.

They talk about their hometowns when they're not busy stumbling. John tells her about Hereford and his mom, and she tells him how similar this area is to where she grew up. She deflects a bit when asked about her family and John doesn't pry. He wishes she would tell him everything, of course, but can't help being a tiny bit selfishly pleased at the knowledge there's no tight knit family waiting for her back home. He tries asking about Dallas instead but the answers she provides are stiff and rehearsed, and her body language locks up so much it negates the small progress she's made in her skating abilities. John quickly moves on to film preferences and she's quick to loosen back up (she likes period dramas and high fantasy and isn't immune to a night in with a kid's movie).

Eventually her discomfort seems to catch up with her and John thinks he has the unique experience of realizing she will need to make a sanitary run to the bathroom before she does. He debates how best to handle it for exactly thirty seconds before his mouth is moving.

"Do you want to go get lunch?"

The rabbit stops, turning to face him fully. Well, John stops. She grabs his coat sleeve and tries to convert her momentum into a quick u-turn. It's mostly successful in that John has to swing an arm around her back to keep her upright. It's extremely successful in that the momentum carries her right on through and into his chest, where he keeps her pinned tight just because she seems quite content there. "You don't have to work?"

John shrugs, knowing Simon may well quit. "What's the point in being the boss if I can't bang in late every now and again?"

"I guess, but you don't want to -?"

Whatever she's about to suggest is interrupted by the very loud sound of John's stomach growling.

"Oh so that was more a cry for help than a suggestion?" the rabbit laughs, cute little nose scrunching up.

"I may be bloody famished, yeah."

"Oh, poor pumpkin. What are you feeling, then?" she asks as she heads off toward the exit, confident as she skates out of his arm's reach.

"Burgers. Maybe steak. Or lamb." Really, he wants an entire barrel of fish and perhaps some apples, but he wants to feed his poor little mate a mouthful of iron supplements more.

"It's lunch time," she laughs at him.

"Burgers, then?"

"Yeah, alright." He helps lower her onto the hall carpet and squats to help her with her laces. "You don't have to do that," she tells him but he just shakes his head at her.

"Want to." She's quiet after that, perhaps a little contemplative. She excuses herself while he returns the skates and when she comes back she smells like the fake, perfumed chemical they coat feminine products in which always sticks to his nose.

Honestly, cunt is supposed to smell like cunt. Even when it smells like a bloody cunt. Humans are fucking ridiculous.

"Hope you know I'm driving you there," John informs as he holds the door for her yet again.

"That doesn't even make any sense," his rabbit laughs. "You're gonna drive me all the way back here before going into work?"

"Might do. Or: new bartender starting today. Might let you be his guinea pig all evening."

"Oh yeah? You trying to loosen my morals?" Her tone is light and airy but something has shuttered behind her eyes.

"No," John's voice is confident but quietly reassuring. "I'm trying to get you all lushed and cute tonight and then maybe try my hand tomorrow when you're charmed and impressed by the breakfast I make. How well you handle a hangover depending," he tacks on with a teasing little wink.

She blinks once, twice.

"That okay?"

"No. Well, yes, but uh -. It's not a good... time."

John just cocks his head at her, knowing full well what she means but needing to hear her say it so he has an excuse to spoil her.

The rabbi sighs, "It's just -. Christ this is embarrassing. If that's your end goal you should maybe know I'm on my period. Just so you don't get your hopes up tmuch."

"Oh, poor lamb." John's smile is wolfish, the cat that got the cream. "And here I've had you on your feet all morning. Do you want to get lunch? Or would you rather just curl up? I can make you something if you'd rather not stay out."

"No, that's - um. Lunch sounds good, thank you, but uh -. You're not… mad?"

A beat. John's smirk slides slowly off his face. "Mad?"

"I mean, if that was your plan and I'm… you're not upset?"

"No, honey…" John's not entirely sure how to handle this turn. Logistically he knows the first step should be reassurance, but there's a desperate, cloying, insightful little creature in his chest that wants to push all these niceties aside and demand why she would think he was mad. "A man can dream, but I had no expectations. There's nothing to be mad about." She gives him a wan smile and he can't help but continue, "In fact, I oughta give you my mum's number. I ever seem mad about that, you go ahead and tell her to sort me out."

It works, the quiet giggle she lets out has a touch too much relief for his taste, but he'd take that over whatever the hell misplaced anxiety she'd just been exhibiting.

"Can chastise you myself, you know. No mum's needed."

"Oh thank God. Would way rather you do it. She can be proper scary."

"And I can't?"

"Rabbits aren't scary. You ever yell at me, it won't be fear makes me change my ways."

"Not scary? They don't make kids sit on the Easter bunny's lap back home? I still gotta steer clear of malls this time of year."

John grins again, can't help the mental image she's conjured of him having to scare off a man in a pink bunny suit for her. "So I'll have to wait at least a month to spoil you with a shopping trip, noted."

She splutters. "You don't have to do that ever!"

He shrugs, "Told you, want to. Now get in, I'm hungry enough I'd eat you if you held still long enough." When she blanches, scandalized, he can't help but grin.

"Okay, yeah, let's go. But -."

John resolutely doesn't let his smile drop lest she thinks he's mad again, but he can't help the punched out feeling her continued protests elicit.

"- if I'm spending the night, I do definitely need to drive the Jeep to a more anonymous parking lot. That thing gets towed, I'm screwed."

Yes, it sure would be a shame if someone hobbled her speedy little den before she realized you belonged with him. Still, "I'll tell you what. You keep letting me treat you to lunches and dinners and whatever other little excursions we can come up with and I'll let you park at the bar whenever you'd like, hm?"

"What, so I can deal with the noisy neighbors?"

"Have it on good authority the second floor's pretty well sound proofed. You can hang your hat up there if it ever bugs you," he winks. "But fine, go get your bloody buggy. I'll send you the address, yeah?"

Part seven >>

#bearshifter!price #captain john price x you #captain john price x reader #john price x you #john price x reader #bear!price #fatted rabbit

[finneysbaseball]

ayo 🤭 could i possibly request headcanons for either dating vance or being griffin’s best friend? ur acc is awesome btw

IM DOING BOTH OF THESE CUS I CAN<3

dating vance but not rlly dating vance while being griffins bsf/ big sis figure

a/n: fem reader on this one but imagine it however u like <3 i tried to make it gn but theres some slip ups!

(see what i did i mixed them together 🤭)

vance would think u like griffin (u kind of do cus who wouldn't? hes adorable) more then him so he would hate him

although griffin would grow on him

you'd be like his second parents

and i hc that vance is a mommas boy so he would be the mom you'd be the dad

vance would totally baby him.

like vance would be like "i don't like griffin"

then would proceed to he caught playing trains with him.

"he forced me he has little doe eyes i couldn't say no" blah blah blah i dont wanna hear it mr hopper

griffin would probably slip up and call u mom sometimes

vance is still annoyed by him sometimes

probably even made him cry on accident w few times if im being honest

like this kid is sensitive.

and im not evn tryna be mean

u could literally ignore him on accident bcus u didn't hear him and he started crying cus he thought u didn't love him anymore

ok ok I'm getting rlly carried away this isn't even what u asked for pls don't hate me

ok so more into the vance being your boyfriend part.

griffin was the kid you babysat ever since he was a 5, since his parents were always on work trips (hc ofc)

u met vance at the grab and go when u bumped into his pinball machine, he cussed you out but didn't beat your ass or anything since he was just practicing (or so that was his excuse) and everyone was like "damn how did she not get her ass whooped😧"

vance then saw u at school and asked in the most calm way he could (which did not work out because it sounded like he was yelling at you.)

"WILL YOU GO SKATING WITH ME THIS SATURDAY?"

which then to that you said "im so sorry i would but i cant , i have a babysitting job this saturday."

vance then tried to walk away but before he could you started talking again.

"the boys parents aren't strict! you could come with me and we could all watch movies together! he would love you!

and to that he said yes

spoiler alert, griffin did not love vance. another spoiler alert, the feeling was mutual.

as you walked to the door to greet mrs stagg going to a meeting, she stopped and said hi to you and vance, you called her prior to explain that you had to study with him (which was kind of a lie but you heard him and his teacher talking about his grades so you thought, sure why not help him with his grades!

as you said goodbye too mr stagg, griffin walked downstairs running to hug you and as u both pulled away he say vance.

"who are you?" griffin said crossing his arms over his chest

"vance." vance said not liking the tone the 10 year old boy was taking with him.

"why are you in my house."

"because your babysitter is helping me with my grades"

"so what your saying is your an idiot?"

"WHAT?"

"ok ok lets calm down"

"well at least you have y/n shes very smart she helped me get an a"

griffin walked away to go watch gravity falls on tv. (another headcanon lolz)

"he called me dumb."

"vance, hes ten."

"still."

"i assure you you're not dumb, you just need to start paying attention in class."

you and vance started working on science, something vance was stuck on.

when griffin spoke up

"y/nnnn"

"yes griffin?"

"im bored!!"

"well i guess i can take break"

"i need help!" vance said with a pout that was barely noticeable

"well my needs are more important then yours u bush!"

"WHAT DID U JUST CALL ME??"

"vance hes ten!"

"a stupid ten year old."

"vance!"

"thats why u cant do basic science!"

"griffin apologize!" you said with a stern face

"he thinks hes more important than me!".

"you are both important so you both better apologize or im telling your moms!

that seemed to get their attention as they both shook their head no and started apologizing

"vance, im sorry for calling you a bush.

"and im sorry for calling u stupid."

"now hug it out." you said smiling

"what." they both deadpanned

"you heard me, hug it out mamas boys."

they sighed and eventually gave each other a side hug.

as the night ended, you tucked griffin into bed, finished your homework with vance , and greeted mrs stagg as she came back from her meeting, you both said goodbye to the hardworking mom and headed hom.

vance walked you too your door thanked you for the help, and u gave him a kiss on the cheek

you both agreed that you'd go see the new chainsaw massacre movie next friday, and went too sleep with butterflies.

I GOT CARRIED AWAY WITH THIS MY BAD! @honeyedpaperback hope you liked it!!!

#vance hopper x reader #finney blake #robin arellano #the black phone #brady hepner #bruce yamada #vance hopper #vance hopper x you #fem reader #gwen blake #billy showalter #tbp

[tvrningout-a]

one thing petra never has to worry about again was overheating. especially during the summer, when almost everyone was melting into puddles and dying while sitting in front of a fan. it was amusing to walk through the headquarters of the spider society and overhear other spider-people complain about the weather, how they were too hot in their suit, and everything that usually follows with that kind of talk. it was because of that petra walks ( not skates, not this time, ) in large confident strides, her smile spread wide across her face. just as she turns the corner she spots little chiyo, tugging her spider mask off and the ravenette can tell immediately that the poor girl had been drowning in her own sweat, what with the way her hair sticks up in a sweaty heap. exhaling a frosty breath, from somewhere deep within her, petra outstretches her arms, ushering the younger girl into her arms. ❝ come here, let big sis petra cool you down. ❞ she'll be everyone's personal ac.

unprompted | @barrenstars' petra helps chiyo cool down!

chiyo can agree things associated with summer are nice -- ice cream, the beach, festivals, shorts. does she like summer, though? absolutely not. she hates how her suit sticks to her skin, only made worse by the extra layer she chooses to wear ( if she wasn't uncomfortable showing her figure, she'd tear it off this instant ). she hadn't even bothered wearing her menpo, and don't even get her started on how unbearable it is having her thick ass hair shoved under her ask. she's got to ask aunt mei about a redesign because this is just the worst.

nueva york is sweltering that day, and in unforeseen events ( read: a prank gone wrong ), the ac is under repair at the spider society. chiyo's not the only one sweaty and suffering; just about everyone has something to say, and just about everyone loses their masks within minutes of arriving. chiyo kind of regrets coming now, even if she finally got to eat curry with pav ( especially because the stinker laughed at her for choking on the spice. can you blame her when japanese curry is so mild in comparison?? it caught her off guard! ).

but fate must be smiling on chiyo because petra appears from around the corner, and if she weren't so hot and sluggish, she would have run into her arms. instead, chiyo shuffles and slumps into petra's arms, savoring her cool touch.

" your timing's impeccable, petra, " chiyo mutters against her shoulder. " i swear i was gonna get heat stroke -- feels like we're inside an oven today. "

#barrenstars #chiyo: i just had to go from one hot environment to another?? wack #petra: arrives #chiyo: oh thank god #asdf i loved this ask so thank you :' )) and know that i'm probably gonna say that again! #interactions | chiyoko #your friendly neighborhood jorogumo | across the spider verse | chiyoko

[drawing-way-outside-the-lines]

➖ Mature content, 18+ ➖ check the trigger tags each time ➖      

Chapter 5 - Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas. Episode 2.

Evan: Well thats our gang, and dont worry, we arent per say a gang, we just call it that way. I feel I maybe should say a bit more about Andy and Congo, as they are a big part of the gang as well. Congo is 49 years old, making him the oldest member of "the gang". He is a carpenter, very warm hearted, very tall, very big and bulgy guy with hair on his chest and arms. A real muscly teddy bear. He is kind, compassionate, loving, caring, really just a great guy who always wants to help. And then there's Andy. Smart, willstrong, reckless, passionate, strong, artistic in so many ways, flirty, cheeky, and add to all of that a dash of crazy. He is wonderful really. I could talk about him for hours, and I probably will end up doing so… but still I wouldnt be able to give him half as much credit as I want to. I admire him. Really. And now as I have mentioned the gang, I just wanna round it all of by quickly introducing Andy's family as we also shared Christmas with. Leonard, Andy's dad. 52 years old. Goes by the name Lenny. Very intelligent, great humor, a real family man always trying his best to help where he can. Katherine, Andy's mom, goes by the name Kat. 51 years old, very sweet and kind woman, very loving, a bit of a hen mom, very protective of Andy, but there is many understandable reasons for that, reasons Im sure most people would be able to understand if they knew. George, Andy's uncle, Lenny's big brother. 63 years old. Highly educated psychologist and Andy's therapist. Very down to earth, very caring and friendly. And last but not least, George's wife Gabriella. Mostly goes by the name Gaby. Shes much younger than George, actually only 33 years old. But they seem to have a very loving, yet open relationship. They are allowed to have sex with others, as long as they use protection. She is sweet, filled with positive energy, nature loving, a bit of a hippy although the right term in her opinion, is Gypsy. She is very beautiful, spiritual and knows a bit of white magic. She is an educated sexologist, and often advices Andy, trying to guide him through his new sexuality. I tend to keep a bit of a distance to her, she looks almost identical with my ex… the one I broke off with just before Christmas. Only she has darker skin, and less bitchy attitude.

Right, as I were saying; Christmas day… the whole gang was gathered at the ranch to celebrate Christmas and hopefully at the same time lift all our spirits a bit as well. It had been a rough past couple of months for most of us, so it was safe to say we needed a bit of fun. So we all decided to head to the nearby park. Fresh air would do us all good. It was gently snowing, everyone was chatting and trying to catch up on news from each others lives, some started building snowmen, while others had snowball fights. I looked around, Andy wasnt anywhere to be seen, so I left the group to go search for him. I found him quickly, I had been wondering why he was dragging a backpack around, and why he had had a smirk on his face while walking to the park. Turned out the idiot knew there were a small pond, and of course he had brought ice skates. This is the man who can dance like you see in the movies, you know Step up and shit, but still he can manage to trip over his own shadow. I laughed as he twirled around himself like a ballerina, he is always doing crazy shit like that. He laughed at me, pointed at the bag and told me he brought a pair for me as well. I couldnt figure if it was a bad or good idea, but I guess it was either the skates or building a snowman with Daniel that kept eagerly yelling my name. A snowman he would give up on half way through, and leave me to finish. So I grabbed the skates. I shook my head while tying them on, thinking there was no way this could end up well, as I hadnt worn skates since my early teens, but despite all warning signs flashing, I let myself glide out on the ice. Turns out ice skating is a bit like riding a bike, you never really forget how it works. We skated around for a while, just circling the pond, enjoing the fresh cold air on our cheeks, making them blush deep red. Andy kept smiling happily, it was easy to see he needed this. The freedom. Truthfully he is much like a child still, lets just say he had a rough start at life. Its really not anything I wanna get into. Cause Im not sure I can handle reminding myself about it. But sometimes, its easy to see the child still living in him. I guess thats one of the many reasons why we all tend to be protective towards him, well that and his suicide attempts also added to the constant feeling of protecting him, and the constant worry. I had missed seeing him smile like this. Happy. Worry free. I found myself getting lost in his bright smile, so when he grabbed my hand, I at first didnt notice. I guess I had already gotten quite used to him holding it when we were hiding somewhere alone. However, as I did notice, I stopped and quickly put both my hands in my pockets.

Andy: Frowned lightly What? He pointed towards the group they are pretty far away, and they are all bussy playing or yapping… no one is gonna see us. He reached his hand towards mine Come on man… lets take a spin.

Me: I looked towards the group, he was right, they were pretty far away, maybe they wouldnt notice? I looked at his hand, hesitating, and just as he looked like he was going to give up on me, I grabbed his hand okay… a quick spin…

Andy: His smile grew big and wide, and made his eyes sparkle, damned if he didnt knew how beautiful his eyes were in that state. He grabbed my other hand as well, and started slowly spinning us around on the ice, chuckling softly see… we are well hidden by the bridge… and I bet no one has even noticed we are gone anyway, I bet I could even kiss you without anyone noticing he winked at me and smiled cheekily

Me: No, dont! For a guy with a pretty deep voice, I find it hard to understand why my voice suddenly came out as a squeaky girl voice, and I blushed deep red

Andy: He chuckled hoarse since when do you blush?

Me: I looked down on our hands as I felt my cheeks get even warmer

Andy: He tilted his head and chuckled in the same hoarse tone and since when are you shy?

Me: I stopped and looked at him with a glare

Andy: Chuckled warmly alright alright, I'll shut my big mouth…. I'll try to behave okay?

Me: I chuckled softly and shook my head as I started spinning again We both know thats near impossible.

Andy: He chuckled cheekily and pointed his tongue at me You know me so well.

Me: *I chuckled softly, thinking to myself he was right. I had known him almost 15 years, it just seemed like Andy had always been in my life, one way or another. I observed his at that point green mohawk, the snow flakes getting caught in it as we were spinning around, his eyesbrow piercing, the new piercing on his nose bridge, his lip piercing, and as I sniffled my runny nose, I felt the cold metal of my own septum piercing. Just yesterday he had complained that my snake bite piercings in my bottom lip had been like and I quote him 'kissing a cold lamp post' so I had taken them out for the day. Not that we could kiss anywhere around here anyway, but just in case an oportunity would drop. It was hard to see anything but Andy, the slowly falling snow surrounded his well proportioned face, made his high cheekbones look even more pink from the cold, he was gorgeous, and I longed for his lips. I got so lost in him, spinning on that pond, and I think he got lost in me too. So lost we didnt even notice Daniel had snuck up on us, and was now enjoying life as a paparazzi. He was alrady on to us, and determined to get a proof. But for now the rest of the world didnt exist, it was only Andy, the falling snow and I. Well that was until we both lost ballance.

#Evan Thompson #Andy Shaw-Thompson #Andycorn #unicornmanes

[mountphoenixrp]

We have a new citizen in Mount Phoenix:

                        Shin Yuna, who is known by no other name,                                   a 18 year old daughter of Freya.                                    She is a streamer and hacker.

FC NAME/GROUP: Shin Yuna, ITZY CHARACTER NAME: Shin Yuna AGE/DATE OF BIRTH: 18 / December 9, 2003 PLACE OF BIRTH: Wonju-si, South Korea OCCUPATION: Twitch Streamer by day; Black Hat Hacker by night HEIGHT: 170 cm WEIGHT: 100 lbs DEFINING FEATURES: Ambrosia flowers wrapping around her left shoulder.

PERSONALITY: Yuna is cheerful, charismatic and carefree. Years as a streamer have made her quick-witted and magnetic. She loves to make people laugh, and she gives out compliments freely - she is also equally generous with the wealth she has amassed from hacking, although she is not quite as open about that. If you are her friend, though, she certainly takes care of her friends. She would do anything for the people closest to her.

Being a gamer, she also has a bit of a competitive side, which comes along with a penchant for teasing, trash-talking and mischief from time to time. After all, every rose has its thorns, right?

HISTORY: Yuna’s whole life, it had just been her and her dad. Shin Daehyun, a contractor, had been tough but fair with his employees and his daughter. He had always encouraged Yuna to pursue her passions, juggling a busy schedule to take her to figure skating lessons, track and field meets, coding classes, study groups and whatever else his daughter tried her hand at. He spent his evenings helping her with homework and his weekends taking her on day trips to historical monuments and amusement parks alike. He told her stories about her mother, who he claimed was a beautiful goddess from a far-off land. And he worked long, hard hours to pay for tuition to a top private school so that his daughter could get a good education and never have to do the manual labour that he did.

In Yuna’s mind, he was the perfect dad. And then he was gone.

It happened suddenly. One day, in the middle of biology, Yuna was called to the office. The principal, a middle-aged man she had maybe said three words to, had to break the news that her father had been killed in an accident at a construction site.

There was no one to call. Yuna was sixteen and completely alone in the world. She did not know what to do, so she just sat in the front office, crying. Every plant in the office wilted and died while she sat there. An hour later, a man who looked vaguely familiar came to fetch her. He was her dad’s lawyer, it turned out. And he was all she had.

Over the next month, Mr. Do sold Yuna’s childhood home and her father’s contracting company and helped her get her assets in order. By the time everything was settled, she had moved into a small rooftop apartment and she had some money in the bank to help her get by - but between the rent and her private school tuition, it was not going to last long. And there was certainly not going to be anything left when the time came for her to go to university.

Yuna had always been good with computers. She had even hacked into her high school’s database once to change a grade for a friend who had bombed an important test after breaking up with her boyfriend. It started with a bit of freelance work - building websites for local small businesses, mostly. It wasn’t enough. She used the last of her savings to buy a second monitor and a better PC. And then she hacked into the system of a high-profile company and sold confidential files to a competitor. She made 10 million won in one night.

All bets were off at that point. The black hat hacker daisy_chain was born, and it seemed like there was nothing she couldn’t do. She was a modern-day Robin Hood, stealing from greedy companies and redistributing the wealth as best she could.

Yuna’s grades started to slip, but she did not care - she could afford university now, but she didn’t need it. What she did care about, however, was that her sudden influx of cash might look suspicious. She gave away a lot of it, but she was still worried. So, she created another online persona: yunablossom. She started streaming on Twitch, quickly garnering an audience of attentive viewers. The “magic tricks” she did to make flowers appear out of thin air whenever someone subscribed or donated probably helped her popularity. She was Twitch’s flower fairy.

By the time she graduated high school, she had just barely managed to scrape by with her grades. But she had 100 million won in the bank and 25,000 Twitch subscribers.

And she had been approached with an interesting offer. An art thief half a world away had tracked her down on the dark web, recruiting her to help hack security systems and make sure there was no record of any of their activity anywhere online. It was easy money, and it was funny to see news about the stolen art pop up after a successful heist. Until it stopped being reported on. Because they were just that good.

Free from school and legally an adult, Yuna had been preparing to move out of her apartment and into a nice house when the art thief contacted her - but this time, not with another job. It seemed like people, law-abiding and not-so-law-abiding, were sniffing around. Maybe their crew was a little too good, and a lot of people either wanted to take them down or use them for their own means. She was told to move to a place called Mount Phoenix.

She had never even spoken to the man or seen his face. But she was nervous about getting caught, about everything she had built crumbling around her. So she packed up her things and told her subs that she was moving to a high-rise in Seoul. After all, she could work from anywhere. And she was really curious about the mysterious Americans she had been working with.

PANTHEON: Norse CHILD OF: Freya POWERS: Yuna is able to grow flowers and other vegetation from nothing, both consciously and unconsciously. Depending on her mood, she can make plants around her thrive or wilt. STRENGTHS: Extremely charismatic and likeable, generous, protective of and fiercely loyal to her friends, smart, resourceful. WEAKNESSES: Overly trusting, cares too much about what other people think, competitive, a little reckless, does not have good control of her powers.

#kpop rp #krp #itzy #shin yuna #itzy yuna #mp; welcome

[alicedoessurveys]

Are you the sort of person who can nap or sleep anywhere, anytime? 

nope. I cannot nap in front of people.

Do you feel like you have unfinished business with anyone?

yes, lots of people. will I ever do anything about it? hahaha nope. 

Have you ever been to the Statue of Liberty? 

nope. it looks a bit shit tbh. my sis went and said it was very underwhelming. 

Do you talk to your Uber/taxi driver? 

if they talk to me yes, but if they don't initiate conversation then nope. 

Have you ever taken an Uber pool? Did you talk to the other passengers?  

nope. that sounds like actual hell. 

How cold does it get in winter where you live?  

minus 5 maybe. tbh England is always cold so it never feels much different. 

Do you like to layer when you dress up?   

yah. I have trouble regulating my body heat so I like to be prepared. take a layer off if I'm too hot, put one on if I'm cold. I'm also just generally uncomfortable in my body so like to cover up.

Will you ever call it X, or will you always call it Twitter?  

haha nope. it will always be twitter and Musk can suck it. 

Are you a fast walker? 

yeah. even when I try to walk slow I naturally end up speed walking again. 

Have you ever skated on a frozen lake? Would you want to? 

hell no. no thank you. 

Were you susceptible to peer pressure as a teenager?

nah, I've always been stubborn and anxious. 

Who did you last go to the cinema with?  

cant actually remember. since my bestie died I've hardly been cause thats something we always did together. 

Do you have any cheese in your fridge right now? 

yes. always. 

Do you wear earrings every day?  

I don't have my ear pierced 

What colour was the last couch you sat on?  

black

Do you think your house is too small, too big or just right? 

I live on my own in a 3 bed house, its perfect. saying that, the biggest bedroom is full of stuff that the homeowner stores here, but still I have enough room for me. 

Would you rather eat mashed potatoes or hash browns? 

mash. hash browns are grim. 

What website do you spend the most time on? 

Tumblr, or insta. 

Have you ever had a Tamagotchi? 

yah

Who was the last person you avoided?  

this is really bad but someone at church. I really wasn't in the mood to talk and they still managed to corner me as I was leaving. 

Do you give a wishlist to your friends and family for Christmas and/or birthdays?  

they always ask for one but I'm bad at figuring out what I want. 

What pet names do you use for your friends? 

bro/bruh. 

What decade do you think has been the best for movies?  

maybe 2010s? 

Think about the last book you read. Was it fiction or non-fiction?  

fiction. although it is scarily close to reading my own life story. ‘Loveless’ by Alice Oseman. 

Were you better at maths or English in school?  

neither hahah! Dyslexia and Dyscalculia made school super fun... 

Would you know the coordisates of your city? 

nope, could probably google it but cba

Have you ever sent a postcard while on vacation? Where from?

I think so when I was a kid. from whatever sea side town we were at 

Do you look up when helicopters or planes fly overhead?  

yep. 

What do you do when you’re bored?

doom scroll insta or read fics on Tumblr till I disassociate 

#tag #survey

[tojiaesth]

ice queen. two.

toji fushiguro x f!reader

summary: figure skater!y/n once found solace in the scratching of her blade against the ice, the aches and pains of her body proof of her dedication. after breaking world records and reaching the top she so desperately climbed her way to, she’s at a loss. a meeting by chance, broken promises and guarded walls, y/n gets more than she bargained for by one introspective man.

warnings: mentions of panic attacks, dissociation, angst

word count: 1k +

A/N: this chapter is a lot longer, enjoy!!

series masterlist -> current -> three

“Ladies and gentlemen, women’s singles will commence after a two hour break. Please take your seats and avoid blocking the entrance. Recording the skaters without a license will result in legal action-”

As the tannoy repeated announcements, you found yourself staring out of a window, eyes focused on the rainstorm that was relentlessly battering the cars outside. The wind whistled ominously and you couldn’t help but take it as a sign. You shook your head, your brother and Shoko were supposed to be here hours ago but they weren’t replying to your texts. You were anxiously staring at the clock, the most important event of your life was about to happen and no one was here.

Your phone rang, startling you out of your thoughts and you picked it up without even glancing at the caller ID.

“Y/N! I am so sorry, I’m trying to get here as fast as I can - the roads are blocked. Please tell me you haven’t started yet- Fuck! You bastard! What is your problem? Stop beeping at me!” She sounded flustered and you could hear the continuous blares of cars and the pattering of the rain against the wind shield.

“Is everything okay? Are you safe?” You replied, the weather had forecasted rainy weather but this storm had taken everyone by surprise. You were surprised they hadn’t cancelled today’s event, considering it was only the pair and singles skating but the rink was packed with people. You had finished your short program an hour ago with only the free skate left - your most important one.

“I’m safe. Just irritated. These cars behind me seem to think I’ve caused this fucking storm. When are you starting? Is anyone with you?” She fired questions at you while simultaneously cursing under her breath at the rain which had somehow become even heavier.

You watched as a swift flash of lightning illuminated the room, it’s bright colour causing gasps and raised voices. You decided not to tell Shoko that she had missed one of your skates earlier, not that you minded, it wasn’t very entertaining.

“Yeah. Akira is here,” You lied, hoping it would lessen her guilt. She was easily upset and the fact that you were here alone, with less than two hours until your last Olympic programme would definitely weigh her down. You ignored her other question.

You heard her breathe a sigh of relief, “Okay. I hope you aren’t freaking out too much. I’ll update you when I can on my whereabouts, the GPS says I’m about an hour or so away but it’s not calculating in the storm. Love you, say hi to your brother for me!” The phone ended and you placed it into your back pocket. Still deep in thought, your phone rang twenty minutes later. You brought it to your face, eyes still transfixed on the frequent lightning.

The caller ID stated it was your brother and you sighed wearily and answered.

“Hey sis.” Akira sounded distracted on the phone and your eyebrows furrowed.

“Uh hi. Are you and Kou coming soon?” You questioned, confused at the robotic voice in the background.

“Listen, Y/N. There’s a major problem at L/N enterprises, some fucker scared off some investors and we’ve lost almost 25% of our stocks and it keeps dropping. We’re not sure what’s happened but Dad is super stressed and needs my help. I-I can’t make it. I’m at the airport but it’s all delayed, I’m honestly fucked.”

He was talking fast, a habit he had when he was nervous. You expected to feel more pain at this new predicament. Instead, numbness washed over your body and your eyes fixed to the clock. He said something about Kou being the one who drove him to the airport but you’re not listening.

An hour left. You had to get ready.

Akira had heard nothing but silence, his hands running through his hair. He had failed his sister. His mother had rang him minutes earlier in tears that their father was inconsolable. He had tried to explain that you needed him but they cut him off promptly, ‘their livelihood was more important than Y/N’s silly skating’, his cortisol levels rising at that statement.

“Y/N-.”

“It’s okay,” You softly responded, you knew the position he was in but deep down you wished he’d put you first when it came to your parents. Your eyes welled with tears to your surprise and you swallowed down the lump in your throat. “I’m sure you’ll sort out the problem with ease, Aki. You were always good at that stuff.”

Akira was worried. He never thought he’d wish that you’d scream or cry at him or even react. At least then he’d know what you were feeling. But this voice, the inflections and tone suggested you were tired. That hurt him more.

“I-is anyone with you?” He was afraid to ask, praying that you had people, you were a reserved woman that had little friends due to your complete dedication to the sport.

“Yeah, Shoko is with me.” There was a few rain drops that had caught your eye. You pretended they were having a race until they reached the bottom of the window sill, dissipating. You were pretty sure you were in a state of dissociation, your eyes flitting to random objects. The hallway was stimulating, a sensory overload with its bustle of people and the tannoy that had continued repeating information.

“...and good luck. I know you’ll do us proud. I love you.” Akira finished his speech and the call ceased.

You walked towards the female changing rooms, suitcase trailing sadly behind you. A waft of perfume and sweat filling the air, you noticed a gaggle of girls taking selfies in the corner, their eyes littered with flawless makeup and their hair slicked back. You focused on the colours of their outfits hitting your retinas, the clash of sparkles, sequins and beads moulding together. The girls now looked blurry, your tears acting as a shield.

You found a quiet spot and opened up your suitcase, some things clattering on the floor. You took out your makeup bag first and got to work.

The makeup look you had planned weeks in advance was simple, a softer more ethereal look with minimal eye shadow. You would accentuate your cheek bones and nose area, applying concealer to hide your eye bags, finishing with light mascara and your signature glossy lips. Your outward appearance contrasted the inner turmoil you felt, the foundation you used was your absolute favourite, giving you an unblemished finish. You looked like a confident, happy young woman. You weren’t.

You put on your hand sewn costume, cautious that you would smudge your makeup but after years of practice you were a pro. Swarovski crystals were applied meticulously to your neckline as well as various parts to flatter your waist. It had sheer sleeves and a small part of your back was exposed. You had chosen to wear an all white skating dress, with stretchy leggings - that looked very much like tights - to match, the feel of your spandex oddly satisfying you. You pinned your hair up with the masses of hair pins stuffed into the pockets of your suitcase, content that your wild strands were cooperating and quickly put on your skate covers. You were done. You clattered towards the mirror, the blades of your figure skates covered by guards, allowing you to move freely without damaging them.

You looked stunning.

The same girls that were giggling and taking pictures fell silent when they noticed your stiff posture, gazing at you in awe. You were glad that in spite of how shitty the day was going, you would be able to keep up your reputation of being perfect.

You heard your phone buzz again, but you took no notice and continued studying yourself in the mirror, searching for any missed imperfections. You did a quick 360, glued to your dress in case you missed something.

“You look beautiful.” One of the girls spoke up, a thick accent dancing on her tongue and your eyes turned to her.

“Thank you, as do you.”

You walked towards the phone buzzing at the bench and found a few missed texts.

Coach: Y/N, I am waiting by the door of the arena. The women’s singles free skate has started and there are two women ahead of you. Please keep your eye on the time and meet me when ready so you can warm up.

You replied that you would be there shortly and cast your eye over the second text that was sent a little while ago, accompanied by four missed calls from Shoko.

Shoko: Y/N, the traffic wardens are making us go back. The storm is getting worse, I don’t know what to do. I tried to call you, I’m really sorry. Please forgive me and skate as hard as you can. You’ll win gold with ease. I love you.

You switched off your phone and shoved it into your locker, tidying up and stowing your suitcase away in its slot. You walked out, focusing on not having another panic attack.

Legs feeling weak you glanced at the many signs and took in the direction of the arena. Nearing your destination, you bumped into a young woman, startling you as you apologised swiftly.

“Oh. My. God. Are you Y/N L/N?” The girl asked, eyes wide and shocked.

“Uh, yes?” You answered, unsure of her intentions.

The girl just stared, attempting a sentence but amidst her profound stuttering, you couldn’t quite make it out. You could see she was a figure skater like yourself and you unconsciously admired her costume. It was a brilliant red, with eyeshadow to match.

Another girl unexpectedly appeared behind her, eyes twinkling with amusement and automatically you could see a strong resemblance. The girl was dressed more casually, glasses resting on her nose with a neat pony tail swinging behind her. You noticed two more men, perched on a bench and curiously looking on at the three of you.

“Mai, breathe. Megumi you owe me, I told you she’d choke.”

One of the men came closer and you saw it was actually a young boy, his dark hair dishevelled with a fed up expression on his face.

“Ah shit.”

The other man on the bench looked very similar to him, older, his hair slightly more neater but messy nonetheless.

“Um...are you...okay?” You paused, the girl whom you know knew as Mai was still frozen, mouth opening and closing.

“I...you...you’re...so beautiful.” Mai brought her hand to her mouth, cheeks tinting red at her comment. She had a million things she wanted to say and had no clue why that was the first.

You returned her blush, looking down at your feet. You got this comment all the time but somehow it seemed more sincere from this girl. Before you spoke, the older man chuckled from the bench and your eyes flitted to him and then back to Mai.

“Thank you. Um a-are you in singles or pair skating?” You asked politely, stammering slightly under the gaze of the older man a few feet away.

“I-I’m in singles. I think I’m after you actually, which is totally unfair because how am I gonna top anything you do? Like I’ll skate but I bet everyone in the crowd will be thinking about your performance and the judges will be too distracted and then I’ll freak out and forget my entire program and-”

“Y/N! There you are! Come, you’re on in about fifteen minutes and I wanted to talk to you,” Your coach appeared, his eyes stern at the people around you.

Mai stopped rambling after a nudge from her sister and as you moved away, you saw the look of utter admiration shining in her eyes. You almost wished your parents looked at you like that.

“Good luck!” She suddenly yelled, louder than she intended.

You turned around. Your dress swishing as you spoke, the fluorescent lights bouncing off the crystals, as all eyes fell on you.

“You too. I-I’ll look for you out there.” You smiled, somehow you felt like this wouldn’t be the last time you’d see them.

You moved gracefully in your skates, making you seem taller than your coach as he fell beside you, both of you curious as to what the sudden whispers behind you were.

“God, I’m so embarrassing. Why did I talk so much shit I should’ve asked her for tips. ‘You’re so beautiful?’ I’m never gonna live this down am I?” Mai tried her best to lower her volume as she groaned, unaware that you could hear.

“Nope.” You heard three voices agree with each other and you stifled a laugh.

Your coach side eyed you, your hand was covering your mouth, hiding your smile and despite the fact that you were both running behind schedule he was glad to see you happy.

“So...I’ve given you enough pep talks to last a month and I’m well aware of your capabilities so we don’t need to do any last minute discussions about your technique. We’ll get you warmed up on the ice soon. How are you feeling?” He asked gently as the door to the arena was now beckoning you, it opening occasionally where the sounds of cheering was evident.

“I’m nervous, Akito-sensei, but...I think I’ll be okay.”

You were being honest, your coach could see right through you so there was no point in lying. You couldn’t wait to see his face when he realised what you’d attempt, your stomach began its familiar twist of knots but you knew once you stepped onto the ice? All you’d hear is quiet.

Meanwhile your coach had been internally debating whether to ask you a question. They were stood near a corner where families usually gave the skaters one last hug or form of affection before they performed, a door allowing them to grab a quick seat into the arena before they began.

There was usually one or two people for you but today he saw no one. His eyebrows furrowed and he looked at his watch, it was time you warmed up. The unspoken question hung in the air as you began going over your four minute program in your head and your coach agreeing with himself that triggering negative emotions would do you more harm than good.

“Let’s go.”

The arena was packed. You had already shed your blade guards and were currently warming up on the ice, gliding gracefully and cracking your knuckles. The soft music they decided to play had been drowned out by the overlapping chatter of voices and you concentrated on your breathing. You struggled to look up at the crowd, the bodies becoming smaller and blurrier and the mixture of flags now one big array of colours. For a moment you wanted to look for your brother and then remembered he wasn’t here. You continued, stretching your legs where appropriate and being careful not to collide into your fellow skaters. You saw Mai but she was focused, eyes closed and her hands clasped together to say a prayer. You looked away, swerving and moving your neck side to side. That was enough. You headed back and loud cheers sounded before you, noticing a large Japanese flag at the front of the barrier, held by four women.

“Good luck, L/N-san! We believe in you!”

You waved and gave them a smile, bowing before meeting back with your coach at the edge of the rink. The familiar robotic voice announced that everyone should remove themselves from the ice and that the free skate programme would recommence shortly. Your nerves jumped, moths flapping in your stomach as you reached to bite your nails.

“You’ve got this Y/N. Remember what we talked about? Control your breathing. You are doing this for no one but yourself.” He reached for your hands and held them together, squeezing them lightly.

“Our next skater represents Japan. Y/N L/N.”

You drowned out the cheers, the applause, the whistles and the occasional shouts of reassurance in Japanese as your heart rate sped up, your ice skates planting themselves on the ice like they belonged.

The women’s free skate would last a total of four minutes and had been partly choreographed by yourself. The idea was the skater could choose their own music and sequence of jumps or anything else they wanted to add.

You loved it because of that freedom. Your short program earlier had a significant number of jump elements, spin elements and step sequences required that made it your least favourite. It had little room for errors, in which skaters relied on clean performances and high component scores to impress the panel of judges.

As usual you had outdone yourself, coming first but what was the point? No one cared.

You shook these negative thoughts and brought yourself back to the moment, the cheers now unblocked.

Your signal to start the music would be when you got into place, your legs now slightly crouched and your arms raised in front of you. The music choice was Tchaikovsky’s ‘Swan Lake’, opting to skate to Op 20, the most recognisable part of the composition. This would be one of the most difficult skates of your life. Your outfit matched that of the white swan, intentionally causing a contrast you hoped would speak to people.

Your heartbeat was loud, already thumping under your dress as you anticipated the music.

In the instant you heard it, you started, ears attentive to the music. You could hear the blades cause the faint screeching noise you found solace in and started your initial step sequence. You counted, ensuring your moves fit the piece and you were transported back to your home rink in Kiyoto, practically smelling its distinct fragrance.

Your first jump was approaching, a combination triple toe loop and as the orchestra picked up, you calmly ensured your form was steady, striking the ice with your toe pick and jumped. Your time in the air was just as quick as the landing and you remained steady, advancing towards the edge of the rink. You could hardly hear the cheers. Unnerved, you carried on and your second jump was completed with ease, a quadruple flip and as you landed, sweat dripping down your back you kept up your smile. The crowd roared, it was rare for men to attempt quadruple flips let alone women and you could feel your pinned hair loosen a little. Two minutes had already passed and your combinations of toe and edge jumps were beginning to wear you down.

Still, you hadn’t even started. As you estimated that you had one and a half minutes left, the last thirty seconds were dedicated to the start of the piece’s climax, your quadruple salchow was perfect and your eyes shined. You could do this.

The last of your step sequence commenced, your legs lifting high and spinning until you slowed down. This was it.

With fifty seconds on the clock you threw yourself into a quadruple axel, completing four and a half revolutions in the air and without missing a beat you finished it with a quadruple salchow.

You landed.

The most attempted and controversial quadruple axel had been done. By you. Not only that but your attempt at the most quadruple jumps that were landed cleanly in a programme had been successful.

The room was so loud you thought it would shake from the volume, and with your cheeks red you slowed down with the music and couldn’t help the tears that flew down your cheek. You finished in a serene pose, thoughts racing. The singular lilies - your signature - were littered across the rink as you bowed and skated towards your coach.

“I did it, Sensei.”

Your coach silently wiped away his tears, hand still on his mouth where you could see it shaking.

Had you angered him?

“Y/N. I am so proud of you.”

He hugged you hard and you knew the sight of the both of you blubbering and trying to speak was hilarious to the crowd. He took your hand, his face showing that you had a lot to explain and you walked towards the allocated seat to await your score.

You smiled for the cameras and bowed to your Coach, and then to the crowd, mouthing thank you and sat down.

“The score, please.”

The previously roaring crowd quietened down. The silence was nerve racking and you fiddled with a lily you picked up.

“Y/N L/N has earned in the free programme, 223.20 points and is this seasons best. They have a combined score of 330.43 points and is currently in first place.”

You gasped, that was the highest combination score of both the short and free programmes, let alone the stand alone score. You were now an olympic and world record holder and your lips trembled.

As you stood upon the podium, an hour later, as your score hadn’t been topped, you fingers wrapped around the gold medal you had been given.

“Congratulations, Y/N. I knew you could do it.” Mai was stood next to you, her silver medal glinting in the light and to her surprise you hugged her. The cameras flashed as you brought her closer,

“Your skate was beautiful, Mai. Let’s talk later.”

She grinned and her eyes returned to the camera, it’s unrelenting lense now slowing down as they allowed families in.

“Mai? Oh my god, my beautiful daughter. Move! My daughter needs me!” A man came through shoving reporters and suddenly lifted Mai off the podium as he cried, spinning her around. Mai’s laughter drifted through the arena.

Startled, your eyes made contact with the same three people from earlier, as well as an older woman. They all seemed very amused.

“Oh the apple of my eye, I am so proud of you. Here you, idiot with the stupid hair. Take a picture of me and my daughter.”

The poor reporter looked bewildered and you couldn’t help but giggle. You stepped off the podium, weaving around people and attempted to sneak off.

You took a breath, eyes watery. You had done it. But...why did you feel so sad? The emotion coursing through you was grief? You didn’t know why, it was confusing. You wished Akira was here, or Shoko. You stared at the floor, the excitement and adrenaline was leaving you quicker than you thought.

You felt a pang as you heard Mai playfully scold her father for being embarrassing. More than anything, you wished your parents were here.

Reaching for your phone, you dialled your mother, only to be met with her voice mail.

“Hi Mom. I hope everything is going okay with the business. I just wanted to tell you and Dad that I won. I wanna tell you all about it...um...I love you...call me back?” You nervously ended it, agonising over your message and took a deep breath.

“So you win gold and you’re not even gonna milk it?”

A voice said and your head snapped to the familiar man from earlier, green eyes twinkling with curiosity. He had one hand in the pocket of his suit, the other gripping a bouquet of flowers as he raised an eyebrow. His dark hair flopped slightly over his forehead and you had noticed a sharp scar over the right side of his mouth, placed on the edge of his lips. He was stood just behind the reporters, where it was calmer and you couldn’t help but admire his beauty.

You quickly wiped your cheeks, hoping it just seemed like happy tears.

You were hoping no one would notice you, especially when they called for family pictures. It would’ve been pretty pathetic to explain that your coach was the only one here. And yet, his calm aura and insightful eyes seemed to enrapture you that your mouth moved before your brain.

“Well unfortunately, there’s no one here for me to milk it to.” You regarded him silently, awaiting his reaction.

He showed none. He stepped forward, close enough that you could smell his cologne, a rich masculine scent that strangely reminded you of woods. He was tall, you came up just short of his shoulders despite the fact that you had skates on. His eyes flashed with something you couldn’t make out.

“Here. I’m sure Mai won’t miss it. You deserve it,”

He paused, seeming to ponder over something before he placed the large array of flowers in your arms. He leaned in closer so his breath was now tickling your ear.

“Honest opinion? Figure skating isn’t really my thing, but the whole time I couldn’t take my eyes off you.”

Dumbfounded, you didn’t even thank him, nor ask his name before he melted into the crowd.

———————————————————————

tags: @kriswu46 <3

A/N: wow, apologies if there any figure skating inaccuracies (unfortunately i’m not one). also, this is the piece i imagined y/n to be skating to! (we’ll pretend it’s four minutes long)

thanks for reading <3 n sorry for being a tease by introducing toji and then ending it LOL next chapter will be out very soon !!

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x y/n #toji fushiguro #toji x reader #toji x y/n #figure skating!y/n #anime #tw

[wizard0rbs]

"he has now beaten ilia malinin and beaten shoma uno" exactly mark exactly

#i know thats right #adam siao him fa #figure skating #coc 2023 #gpfs 2023 #fs season 2023/24 #si talks about figure skating

[hiccanna-tidbits]

this is a genuine, curious question! what's appealing 2 u about jackunzel :^] ??

Sure, I can talk about why I ship Jackunzel!!!

@gryffindorkxdraws has some posts about why she likes Jackunzel here, here, and here, so those are a pretty good rundown of reasons to supplement mine. But I’ll make a list of my own!

Why Jackunzel Owns My Entire Soul: An Essay in Disorganized Bullet Points ~I dig the sun/moon symbolism! Like Jack was chosen by the moon and Rapunzel has the powers of the sun. It’s such a nice contrast, and it also lends itself really well to star-crossed lover-type fantasy/fairy tale AUs (which I am ALWAYS a sucker for!) ~From what little we know about Jack’s preference in girls (i.e. the slight crush he seemed to have on Tooth), Rapunzel seems like EXACTLY his type--bubbly, energetic, optimistic girls with a bit of a maternal streak. I think even the RotG director confirmed Punz is the kind of girl Jack would like! ~Jack also absolutely seems like Punzel’s type--if Flynn/Eugene is anything to go by, she’s kind of into sarcastic troublemakers with a hidden soft side XD And she also seems to like guys who are good with kids, if Eugene reading “The Adventures of Flynnigan Rider” to the younger kids at the orphanage is anything to go by! ~They both seem to be naturally pretty social people who suffered a lot from being isolated for a really long time--Jack had it worse, obviously (300 years--OUCH), but it was rough on Punz as well, growing up for 18 years with no one for company but Mother Gothel and Pascal. Jack, spending all that time with no one able to see him and only the guardians (who weren’t even really his friends from much of that time) for company, would understand that pain a lot. I feel like they’d be able to connect on a really deep and intimate level about the pain they felt at being isolated for so long, and this would give them a really strong bond that I can easily see turning into something romantic. ~They’re both just such genuinely lively and fun-loving people, and I can imagine them having a ton of fun together and just genuinely really enjoying spending time together. Like imagine the snowball fights!!! The ice-skating!!! The sledding!!! Chasing each other through the forest!!! Jack grabbing onto Punz and her wrapping her hair around a tree and swinging them around Tarzan-style!!! Like literally the entire scene where Punzel leaves her tower for the first time and is goofing off and doing Silly Shit for like an hour straight??? Like man...if Jack was there, they’d have the TIME OF THEIR LIVES together. Idk I just really love couples who I think would have a lot of fun together, it’s so pure <3 ~They’re both so loving!!! Like Rapunzel goes out of her way to be supportive to an entire tavernful of terrifying “ruffians and thugs” because they have dreams, and she’s so sweet to Flynn/Eugene no matter how many times he snarks at her and tries to alienate her!!! And Jack loves loves LOVES entertaining kids, and it genuinely makes him so happy to give them snow days :3 I just feel like they’d shower each other with love, and it’s honestly no less than they both deserve!!! ~Rapunzel especially is such an affectionate person, and I can see her doing just absolutely everything in her power to make Jack feel as seen and as loved as possible after 300 years of being alone. And god, does he NEED it, too. Like no way is this boy NOT touch-starved, and with some MAJOR self-esteem issues (although he’s good at hiding them). Rapunzel would do absolutely everything in her power to build him up and make him feel wanted and validated--and since it’s in her nature to do so, it would never feel like a burden or an effort for her. And she’d love him so much that hyping him up just comes naturally! She’s just got the kind of nurturing personality that someone as affection-starved as Jack really needs, and I think she could help him feel safe, comfortable, and loved in a way a lot of people couldn’t. ~For all the fun they’d have together, I also feel like Jack needs someone to ground him a bit and provide the Brain Cell to perhaps reign in that Unchecked Chaotic Energy of his sometimes XD Rapunzel certainly has a smart and rational side--I mean, she charted STARS as a teenager!!! She figured out how to get this stranger she captured to take her into the kingdom to see the lanterns!!! Girl can be spontaneous and goofy, sure, but she’s got smarts and kind of a mature streak that I think mesh with Jack really well. He’d never feel like she was a wet blanket stifling his fun, but she’d also have a sense of when to transition away from goofing off and focus on responsibilities (princess and guardian responsibilities in this case, I suppose?) ~On the flipside, I don’t see Rapunzel as being someone annoyed or irritated by Jack’s antics. She might like...gently scold him if he takes a prank too far, but she never finds his shenanigans to be grating and tiresome the way other people might. Rather, I think she’d be endlessly entertained by him. Like in his memory reel when he’s dicking around pretending to be a deer, she’d get a kick out of that! Jack would always be trying to make her laugh and make her smile, and Punz would love that so much about him! ~They’re both searching for a deeper meaning and a deeper sense of purpose in their lives. Rapunzel entertains herself with hobbies, but doesn’t feel like her life has really “begun” and is desperate to find out if her hunch is right and the floating lights really ARE meant for her. Jack has no idea why he was chosen by the moon or what he’s meant to do, and he’s determined to find out so he can finally have a sense of purpose. Rapunzel clearly wants a sense of purpose too, since she wants to do more with her life than pass the time with hobbies. I can definitely see them bonding over this! ~They’re both just so adventurous, and love to explore! Rapunzel is curious, and loves to read and learn, and she wants more than anything else to see the world and all it has to offer. Jack loves adventuring and flying around the globe spreading winter and fun, and he could show Punz everything she ever wanted to see. A perfect match, honestly! ~Aesthetically I LOVE the similarities!!! Like they both like to go barefoot, kinda showing their free-spirited natures. And I love how they’re both naturally brunette, but had their hair turned a different color by magic. It’s a little thing, but I think it’s a really neat parallel and it helps cement me thinking they really ARE perfect for each other in every little way! Haha XD AND they both have small green companions, and as of Ralph Breaks The Internet, they’re hoodie buddies as well!!! Not that surface-level parallels like that are actually that significant BUT I just think they’re neat XD ~While I am fond of Flynnzel/Eugenzel (still my favorite canon Disney couple!), finding out their age gap is around 8 years admittedly made me a bit uncomfy and just pushed me further into loving Jackunzel as an alternative option. I still really love Eugene as a character and adore his and Punzel’s dynamic, but these days I prefer their relationship as more of a big bro/little sis type thing. Jack I think is the best match for Rapunzel romantically, and Eugene I prefer with Elsa--or poooossibly Tooth, Astrid, or Zarina, if I read a fic that sells the pairing well enough! ~On a related note, I was into Jack x Tooth the first time I watched RotG, but after discovering Jackunzel, there was no going back--I was hooked! Rewatching the movie, Tooth strikes me more as a mom figure/”fun aunt” for Jack, and I actually prefer her with Bunnymund (I am WEAK for “the grumpy one is soft for the sunshine one” lmao)

Well, I think that just about covers it!!! I’ll add more reasons if I think of them! Thank you for the ask, and I’m always happy to answer more ship asks about CGI crossover pairings :3

Also @ the anon who asked for Jackunzel headcanons--fear not, I shall provide them!!! I just wanna make a complete list and accumulate all the ones from my various fics so it’s gonna take a while XD

#jackunzel #jack x rapunzel #rapunzel x jack #jackxrapunzel #rapunzelxjack #jack frost #rapunzel #rotbtd #rise of the brave tangled dragons #the big four #rise of the guardians #tangled #crossover #my askbox

[chicgeekgirl89]

In Between the Highs and Lows, There’s You and Me

Fandom: 911 Lone Star

Characters: T.K. Strand, Carlos Reyes

Rating: T

Summary: A series of missing moments between T.K. and Carlos from episode 2x10 "With a Little Help From My Friends." Featuring: T.K. and his innuendos, Carlos as the most understanding person ever, and both of them being ridiculous and sweet.

A/N: Our boys have moved in together and I am very happy! Huge thanks to @bluenet13 who told me to just write a post-ep and not think about it too much. And who also checks my Spanish because she's a wonderful human being! Enjoy!

AO3/ff.net

                                       XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

“I’m very handy?” Carlos said as soon as Owen walked out the door. “T.K. seriously?”

“Well you are,” T.K. said, a smirk all over his face as he hooked the waistline of Carlos’ pants with one finger and pulled him close.

“Yeah but in front of your dad? You might as well as have said, ‘Hey dad, my boyfriend and I had sex on that couch two days ago.’”

T.K. rolled his eyes. “He could not care less. He probably didn’t even notice.”

“Yeah well I did,” Carlos protested, though not very strongly considering the way T.K. was pressing up against him right now.

“Apologies officer, it won’t happen again.”

One look at T.K.’s face told Carlos that it absolutely would. “Tu si eres tonto,” Carlos muttered.

“But you love me anyway,” T.K. said with a grin, leaning forward and capturing Carlos’ mouth in a kiss. 

Things quickly got out of hand. Things with T.K. usually did. The kiss deepened, T.K.’s hands coming up to run through Carlos’ curls, while Carlos’ skated up and down his sides. 

When T.K. pulled away and moved to kiss Carlos’ neck, Carlos felt himself sag a little bit into his boyfriend’s embrace even as reason tried to take over. “T.K.,” he said weakly and then swallowed hard as T.K. nipped at his earlobe. “T.K. we have a lot to unpack.”

T.K. paused for a moment to look up at him, lips swollen, chest heaving, eyes full of mischief and desire. “I live here now right?”

“Yes.”

“Then it will still be here to unpack later.” T.K. said, attacking Carlos’ mouth once more, reaching for the bottom of his shirt and stripping it off over his head in between kisses. 

And Carlos gave in. Because he always gave in to T.K. Because he loved this crazy, slightly reckless, sexy man he’d chosen to share his life with.

T.K. moved Carlos backward toward the stairs and then had to catch him because Carlos stumbled over a box of what was probably more of T.K.’s shoes. The man had so. many. shoes. “See, this is why we should unpack first,” Carlos said breathlessly. “This place is a fire hazard.”

“Mmm…pretty sure I’m the former firefighter in this relationship and I think it’s fine,” T.K. said before he leaned in and whispered something so dirty in Carlos’ ear that he forgot how to breathe for a moment. 

“Well I guess the bed is unpacked,” Carlos managed as T.K. grinned, proud of how much sway he had over his boyfriend.

“See, now you’re thinking.” T.K. grabbed his hand and tugged him up the stairs. Carlos smiled that stupid, besotted smile that only T.K. could cause and let himself be pulled along. If this was what living together was going to be like, he could get used to it.

                                                XXXXXXXXXXXXX

T.K. stormed through the front door, letting it slam shut behind him as he hurled his backpack to the floor. “Whoa,” Carlos said, looking up from where he was sitting on the couch. “What’s wrong?”

T.K. bit his lip and put his hands on his hips. “My dad cancelled his fucking surgery.”

Carlos set his book down and sat forward. “What? Why would he do that?”

“I don’t know!” T.K. threw up his hands in exasperation. “I only found out because Mateo told me. Apparently the night after I moved out, the two of them got all liquored up and my dad just…confessed all these things to him. Including that he is no longer scheduled for surgery.”

T.K. paced back and forth, so agitated he could hardly see straight. “He lied to me. Again.”

“Hey,” Carlos got up and gently put his hands on T.K.’s shoulder to stop his frantic movements. “It’s going to be okay.”

T.K. looked up into his eyes, tears pricking at his own. “I don’t know if I can do this anymore,” he said desperately. “Carlos I—”

“It’s all right.” Carlos wrapped his arms around him and pressed his lips to his hair. “It’s all right. I’ve got you.”

They stood there for several long moments as T.K. breathed through the whirlwind of thoughts assaulting his mind. When he finally pulled back he felt calmer, but something like grief still sat heavily in his stomach. “God I swear, sometimes I wonder if he’s ever told me the truth a day in his life,” he said with a sniff, wiping at his eyes. 

“Sometimes parents aren’t very good at being parents; even when they love us,” Carlos murmured, cupping T.K.’s face gently and running a thumb over his cheek. 

T.K. closed his eyes and let his head fall against Carlos’ shoulder, Carlos’ arms tightening around him in another hug. “I just don’t get it,” T.K. said. “Any of it. Why he didn’t just schedule it in the first place. Why he didn’t tell me that he cancelled it. God, it’s like he thinks I’m always about three seconds from a bender. No matter how many times I tell him I’m good he hides things from me. First the cancer, then the baby, now this.”

“For what it’s worth, I don’t think it’s about you,” Carlos said. “I think he can’t handle his own feelings about it. So instead he hides the truth. From himself as much as you.”

The words soothed his raging spirit in the way that only Carlos could. T.K. looked up, frowning slightly. “How do you always know the right thing to say?”

“Lots of practice talking down angry suspects,” Carlos said, cupping the back of his neck and pressing a quick kiss to his forehead. “Come on. I made bolognese. You’ll feel better after you eat.”

Carlos started to walk away but T.K. caught his hand and pulled him back, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “Thank you,” he said.

Carlos smiled and brushed a hand over his cheek. “We’ll figure it out. I promise.”

                                     XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

T.K. leaned his head back in the passenger seat a sigh escaping him. Carlos looked at him tentatively from the driver’s seat. “Are you sure you want to leave like this?” he asked.

T.K. blew out a breath. “No. What I want is for him to see what a freaking idiot he’s being and how much the whole team cares about him so that he reschedules the stupid fucking surgery and we can be done with this.” He shook his head. “But he’s too god damn stubborn for that so we may as well go home.”

Carlos turned the car on and they drove home in near silence. He could practically feel the anger and confusion and sadness pouring off of T.K., but the best he could offer was a hand to hold at red lights.

“I think I need some time by myself,” T.K. said when they got home, defeat in every line of his face, the heavy sag of his shoulders.

“Okay,” Carlos said. “I’m here if you want to talk.”

“Thanks.”

When Carlos had first met the Strands he’d been envious; they seemed so close. Weird for sure, but a tight knit unit, the way a family should be. Nothing like the awkwardness he’d felt for so long around his own parents; constantly worrying that he would slip up and say something that would cause them to push him out of their lives putting a strain on their relationship.

But the more he saw of Owen Strand and the more T.K. revealed about his past, the more Carlos saw the cracks. T.K.’s constant need to please, his tendency to shut others out, all brought on by the emotional loss of his dad at such a young age. And the way Owen tried not to bother T.K., not to involve him in any of the more sordid details of his own life, to pretend that everything was a-okay at all time, probably as a result of his own regrets and guilt over T.K.’s choice of coping mechanisms in pills and booze. 

They loved hard, but it was a broken love.

He heard the shower turn on as he checked his email and then busied himself with tidying up the kitchen and living room. They still hadn’t found a home for everything of T.K.’s so he did a little sorting and rearranging, but it was mostly him just trying to keep his hands busy so that he could pretend to ignore the gnawing worry in his gut about his boyfriend.

When an hour and a half passed and T.K. still hadn’t reappeared Carlos started to get concerned. He didn’t want to cross any boundaries, but he was also conscious of how T.K. tended to shut down when upset.

“T.K.?” he called as he walked up the stairs.

There was no response and it caused Carlos’ heart to beat faster as he reached the top and walked down the short hallway to their bedroom.

T.K. was sitting on the floor next to the bed, knees drawn up to his chest, hands covering his face. “Hey,” Carlos dropped beside him so they were shoulder to shoulder, wrapping an arm around T.K.’s shoulders, his other hand coming to rest on T.K.’s knee. “Talk to me.”

T.K. took a shaky breath and leaned heavily into Carlos’ side. “I shouldn’t have left him. This was a mistake. I should have seen it. All the signs were there and I missed them. It took Mateo one night to figure it out.”

“T.K. he didn’t tell you. Did he give you any indication when you suggested moving out that he was upset about it?”

“No. No he was supportive and happy for me. But I should have known that he couldn’t handle it on his own. Heck the last time he got bad news he moved us across the country. My mom leaving…it’s tearing him up. And then I left him too, all alone in that house without anybody but a dog for company.”

Carlos sat with him quietly for a moment. “T.K. what do you want?”

T.K. looked up at him confused. “What do you mean?”

“Do you want to go back and live with him? Because if you do, that won’t change anything for us.”

“No. God, no I…” he swallowed. “I want to be here with you.”

“Your dad is a grown man, T.K. His feelings are not your responsibility or your fault. If he’s struggling, he needs to be strong enough to get some help. Just like you did.”

T.K. blew out a breath. “It’s crazy how he thinks that telling me things will make me fall off the wagon when really it’s him not telling me stuff that drives me to the edge.”

“Do you need me to take your wallet and keys tonight?” Carlos asked quietly.

T.K. shook his head. “No. No I’m okay. I…being here with you is enough.”

“He’s going to get through this,” Carlos told him. “Your dad is a good person. And smart. He’s going to figure it out. And I’m with you every step of the way, whatever that looks like.”

T.K. looked up at him. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” He nudged T.K.’s shoulder. “You know what would help distract you right now?”

“What?”

“Dealing with all these boxes we never unpacked because someone insisted on having move-in sex.”

“Or,” T.K. countered. “We could have ‘my dad is making stupid life choices and I’m upset about it sex’ instead.”

Carlos wrinkled his nose and laughed. “Yeah. As much as I love having sex with you, I don’t think either of us should be interested in that kind. Come on.”  He pulled T.K. to his feet. “Someone has to figure out where to put Marlon Blendo.”

                                 XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

A/N: I swear it did occur to me until many hours after I wrote this that talking about things being a fire hazard in the condo is...very foreboding considering what's coming in a couple weeks. Ah well! Also I have a personal head canon that Carlos is a big reader, so that will likely be making appearances in future fics.

#911 Lone Star #Tarlos #Carlos Reyes #T.K. Strand #Tarlos Fanfic #Emotional Whump #Missing moments fic #And a little bit of smexy times #In Between the Highs and Lows There's You and Me #911 LS 2x10

[spencerreidslove]

Movies

A/N: Part Five in My Five First Dates Series. It’s about to get a little angsty here, so be warned.

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four

————-

After your date ice skating rink, you spent a lot of time thinking over your feelings for Spencer and his feelings for you. You only really knew half of the story there.

You knew your feelings for Spencer. They were strong and you were half sure that you might love him. You had no clue how Spencer might feel about you.

You arranged for your fourth date on a Saturday night, and you had a plan to figure out how he felt about you.

“The movies?” Spencer asked as walked up to the theater. “That’s a horrible date idea.”

“I know, but I’m running out of things.” You said. “First one to the door gets to pick the movie.”

You took off in a sprint, beating Spencer to the door by seconds.

“No fair.” He said.

You stuck out your tounge and then turned twoards the ticket booth. You picked a new random si-fi movie, mostly to annoy Spencer.

“You know most of things that are going to happen in this movie aren’t scientifically accurate, right?” Spencer asked a few moments later when the two of you settled into your seats.

“No talking in the movie theater.” You said, picking up a peice of popcorn and flicking it at him.

Spencer rolled his eyes and turned twoards the screen. For the first time on your dates, there were lots of other people around you.

You half paid attention to the movie, and spent most of it glancing at Spencer. Once or twice, he caught you looking, which made you blush and quickly turn back to the screen.

Once the credits started to roll, you felt extremely nervous. Your plan to figure out how Spencer felt about you was about to go down, and you were very very nervous.

As the two of you excited the theater, you turned your attention to an ice cream parlor across the street.

“Hey, Spence, it’s not that late, you wanna go get some ice cream?” You asked.

“Sure.” Spencer said, following you across the street.

You both ordered your flavors and sat down at a table outside.

“So.” You started. “Did you like the movie?”

“Surprisingly, it wasn’t that scientifically inaccurate, so it wasn’t that bad.” Spencer said. “What about you?”

“It was ok.” You said.

Spencer raised an eyebrow.

“What was your favorite part?” He asked.

“The part where they...were in space?” You said.

“You weren’t really watching the movie were you?” Spencer asked, slightly teasing.

You shrugged. “It wasn’t that good.”

“Why were you watching me instead?” Spencer asked.

That caught you off guard. This was not part of your perfect plan to figure out how Spencer felt about you.

Well, it’s now or never. You thought.

“Because I like you.” You said.

“I like you too, Y/N, but-“ Spencer started, but you cut him off.

“No, I mean I like like you, Spencer.” You said.

There was a beat of silence.

“Y/N, I don’t like you like that.” Spencer said, quietly.

You looked up from the bowl of ice cream you were eating out of and looked at him. He didn’t look sad, or happy, just neutral.

“What?” You asked.

“You’re a great friend, Y/N, but I don’t think of you as anything more.” Spencer said.

You felt tears well up in your eyes and you stood up from your chair. “Oh.” You said.

You took a few deep breaths before turning and heading towards the subway station.

“Y/N!” Spencer called out after you.

“No, no, I get it, it’s fine!” You said.

Your heart felt like it was breaking, and all you wanted to do was get home and sob for a few hours.

You heard Spencer get up behind you and start towards you, you felt yourself running away from him, not even stopping to get on the subway.

You somehow found yourself at home, where you ran inside and spotted Spencer’s coat that he gave you when you went bowling.

You picked up the jacket and threw it at the wall. The tears started falling freely down your face and you collapsed onto the couch.

Spencer didn’t like you back.

Tags!

@rexorangecouny @magnificentmgg @shadow-of-wonder @idrkwhatimdoinghere @babybobbybones @tomorrowmeansoportunities @enamouravecleslivresetlechocolat

#spencer reid #jennifer jareau #emily prentiss #mgg x reader #aaron hotchner #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid fic #dr spencer reid #david rossi #derek morgan #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds fanfiction #mgg #cm #criminal minds

[kurlyfrasier]

A Tramp for a Lady

Raph x Reader

Synopsis: You’re a sister to all but one. He’s done all he can to hide that fact from you, but you’ve decided that you’re done being his sister.

Warnings: Implied intercourse and mention of sexual assault, nothing explicit though. A tiny bit of cursing?  I’m just gonna go ahead and rate this PG-13. Usually I like to keep it family friendly, but this one is not quite so family friendly. There’s also a comment about how reader dresses like a lady; please don’t be offended by the old-school ‘lady’ comment, we can dress however we want and still be a lady.

Word Count: 4156 

Raph was greener than his own skin with envy. He had met you years ago. Before they saved the city. Before the city knew who saved them. Before the world knew mutants existed. Before mutants were accepted. 

It surprised him, honestly, how most of humanity accepted mutants, especially him and his brothers. Now they were the best personal security money could buy. Yeah, they still did patrol and kept the streets as clean as they could, but when the idea hit that him and his family could start making some good money and get a home topside- out of the smelly sewers and off the second-hand furniture- Raph’s mind went wild with ideas of how they could be more than shadows. Turtle Security was his best idea. He did research and got the okay from his father- even got permission to lead. It was his idea and his business, so Splinter said he would be in charge and held responsible for everything pertaining to Turtle Security. 

His first stop to start his business was Donnie. He needed his own computer. Something he could use for most of his interactions and something that would work for security cameras. It helped that Donnie said he would help with anything he needed and that it sounded like a good plan. His second stop was Mikey. His youngest brother needed something to do besides skating around the tunnels all day now that he was tired of all the topside attention everywhere he went. As expected, Mikey was up for keeping people safe and getting paid for it. Leo was his last stop. He needed a second in command, especially if he got double-booked. Raph figured most of the work he might end up with would only need himself and one other (if that), but thought if his business thrived more than he was thinking it would, then maybe the four of them could work together- depending on how much security a person deemed themselves worthy of.

It barely took a few months for his business to thrive. Word spread fast through New York City, especially when it was well known they saved the city. Raph had morals though, and would never accept business from anyone who deserved what was coming to them.

Tonight (a few years later and a spacious home topside), Turtle Security was in charge of keeping a drunk idiot from being harmed by his father’s enemies. The guy’s name was Roger Vance and he would not stop talking to you, flirting with you, and touching you. Nothing that would be cause to break his hand: an arm around your shoulders, a hand gently resting on your back, moving your hair out of your eyes- things like that. But Raph hated it. You deserved better than a trust fund kid.

To Leo, Donnie, and Mikey you were the little sister they adored, but to him you were so much more. You were his light in the darkness, his Northern Star, his- well, to put it frankly- you were his reason for living. Every day he looked forward to your smile. Every day he wanted to hear you laugh. A day without you was a day without the sun.

But he had never told you that and he never would. You were the perfect lady and he was a tramp. You had said so yourself. Yeah, you were probably joking about it and yeah, he was using other women to keep you off his mind- not that it worked. When he looked at them, he saw your face. When he slept with them, he thought of you. When the next morning arrived, the guilt ate up his soul- what little he had left of it anyway. 

He always played the gentlemen; hating the thought of any girl taking the “walk of shame” down his halls. He refused to allow anyone to call it that and therefore always bought them breakfast and a ride home. He wasn’t dumb. He knew he was just a notch on their bedpost more than anything. Sleeping with a mutant was something to brag about apparently, but he felt he needed to take advantage of that. Anything that could possibly get you off his mind, even if it was only a moment. Or maybe it was just to fulfill his sick fantasy of you and him together. Either way, it wasn’t working very well.

Why you had decided to go to the very bar he had to follow this numbskull to was beyond him. With a clenched jaw, he looked away from you and Roger, scanning his surroundings. He doubted anyone would try to make the jump on Roger at this place. It seemed...relaxed, for the most part. The place was fairly large, tables made from a rich mahogany to match the bar. The walls gave a warm, relaxed feel and tonight there was a jazz band playing on stage in front of the dance floor where people were dancing- really dancing. Not the fun hip-hop, dirty, or breakdancing kind. But the kind where the man twirled the girl and they face each other, stepping in time with the music. Your favorite kind. More than ballet, the dancing you got paid to do.

Raph had to stop himself from growling as he imagined dancing with you. He had taken lessons immediately after you had asked him to dance one night (on your twenty-first birthday, no less). He refused, not wanting to embarrass himself, so you danced with Mikey instead. Who made you laugh as he stepped on your toes. But you were a patient teacher and Mikey gobbled up the attention from his favorite sister. You had never asked him to dance again and he regretted ever refusing anything you asked of him.

Roger whispered something in your ear, forcing Raph to step in your direction in case the idiot took it a little too far. You noticed his movement and met his gaze determinedly, fire in your eyes. He stumbled. You had been doing that a lot lately; daring him to interrupt whatever you were doing. A second later your hardened gaze melted as you looked at Roger with a smile, nodding at whatever he had said.

Then you were both headed to the dance floor. Raph couldn’t help but follow your swaying hips underneath that red dress- his color red. Blood red. The top half fit like a second skin while the skirt fell loosely around your waist to halfway down your thighs. He didn’t even want to think about how low your V-neckline was- not that it was showing much, you dressed like a lady, after all. The straps tied around your neck, leaving your back bare. He knew your hair hid the cute bow he would find there if he were to untie-

“Ow! Sis is lookin’ good tonight,” Mikey voiced excitedly over the comm. 

“Should we be worried?” Donnie asked warily. He was scouting the block around the bar while Leo stayed up on the rooftops in case something happened.

“If that bastard touches her-”

“Relax, guys,” Raph cut Leo short in an attempt to calm himself just as much as his brother. “He hasn’t done anythin’ disrespectful.”

“Yet,” Leo growled the very same thought Raph was having.

“Dudes, let her have some fun, geez.” The brothers could hear Mikey’s eyeroll. Raph, on the other hand, witnessed his brother roll his eyes from across the room.

~~~~~~~~~~~

Tonight was the night you were going to force Raph to see what he was missing out on. You had gone over to your brothers’ home that morning and easily got Donnie to spill the beans about who their client has been lately. It was perfect. Better than you thought was possible, really.

Roger Vance was about your age and was apparently a regular at Nightly Notes, a bar downtown just a couple of train stops down from your apartment. So, with a skip in your step and mischievous smirk on your lips, you said your goodbyes after breakfast- not wishing to stumble upon whoever was about to step out of Raph’s room- and found yourself wearing the new dress you got to pique Raph’s interest. There was no doubt in your mind that it would catch your favorite terrapin’s eye- the dress was in his favorite color, after all.

It was all too easy to catch Roger’s attention, especially after telling the bartender you wanted to buy the man a drink. You wanted to cringe. Roger had nothing on Raph. He was a complete moron, smelled like nasty old man cologne, and felt greasy every time he touched you. But you had to stay strong. You were on a mission. One you had been fighting for years.

When you were younger, around ten years ago, you fell into an open man-hole, twisting your ankle when you landed wrong. You had run away from the foster home in a panic. The man- if one could call him that- had touched you in places nobody should ever touch a girl. At least, that’s what your mom had told you before the accident when you were young. So you ran with nothing but the clothes on your back. You were still unsure of how you even dodged his slimy hands that day. All you knew was that you were never going back.

It wasn’t much longer when your brothers found you. They were shocked, to say the least, but welcomed you with open arms for the most part. Even Splinter, who you still called ‘dad’ to this day. Raph, on the other hand, was a different story. He wasn’t with the others when they found you. In fact, that’s why they were heading topside, because they meant to go looking for Raph. Apparently he had been gone for a couple of days and they had gotten worried.

They became the family you thought you were never going to have again. They made sure you got back into ballet. To this day, you still had no idea how they paid for those lessons, or if they even did. They made sure you got an education just like all the other kids- they followed you to and from school every day. They took care of you during your first period. They coddled you during your first break-up and all the others after- not that there were very many. They helped you get into a specialty arts school for ballet. They congratulated you for every little proud moment you had and always bought you flowers for every rehearsal. They were always at the first night’s rehearsal. Even Raph. He was the one that made sure you could defend yourself. He was the one that got you your apartment close to the studio you danced at, saying it was time you had your own space. Time you didn’t have four giant, over-protective brothers holding you back from having a real life. He wanted the best for you, they all did. So, you accepted the keys to your apartment with feigned excitement, not wanting to hurt his feelings. Especially since he made sure you were topside before they were. 

But he didn’t know you loved him. That you didn’t want to be anywhere else but with him- all day, everyday. You planned to change that tonight, though. Tonight you were going to push all of his buttons. Out of each of the boys, he was the most protective.

Your only worry was that this could give Turtle Security a bad rep if Raph lost his cool. Which didn’t happen as often as it used to, now that you had all grown. He owned his own company for goodness sakes! So he had learned to keep a level head. Had learned how not to let his emotions rule him. You were so proud of him for that. When you had first met him, his temper was what scared you the most, but you soon learned that underneath that rough exterior he felt he had to make sure his family was safe from all harm. That kind of pressure on a teenager was too much. It didn’t help that he felt he was never good enough. That he thought of himself as a failure. You hoped now that he didn’t still feel that way. He owned the most sought after personal security money could buy and still, he found time to patrol the streets- for free, without asking for anything in return. 

You idolized Raph for a couple of years once you figured out who he really was. Now, you hoped you didn’t disappoint him with what you had planned. Roger had finally asked you to dance, although you wondered if he would be able to without stumbling. You had let him touch your hands, tuck your hair behind your ear, rest his hand on your back. It was hard not to gag at his beer-tinged breath. You hated that smell. It reminded you of the foster home you ran away from. But you had to play your part and so far you felt you were playing it perfectly. 

When you glanced at Raph, his fists were clenched and his jaw ticked. His steps were heavy and purposeful. He wasn’t happy, but he didn’t seem like he was worried about security as his eyes flitted all over the place, barely looking in your direction. You had seen him on the job before. You knew he always had an eye on his client. Normally, he wouldn’t be more than one step away from his client when he played the part of bodyguard, but not tonight. He had stepped several feet away when he saw Roger sit next to you. You assumed it was to give you privacy. He never did like to be in the same room as you when you had a boy over- after the world found out they existed, anyway. Before that he would always leave the room when you spoke of the opposite sex. But when you came home crying he was the first one to grab the ice-cream and chick flicks. And he was always the one you wanted to snuggle up to during those times. During any time, really. He was warm, smelled like home, and made you feel safer than any of the others did. Logically, you knew they would all die for you and could protect you better than anyone else, but with Raph you knew that he would never let anyone touch a hair on your head without your say so and that made your insides all gooey.

It was time for step two as Roger danced with you. You were surprised he was a decent dancer. He spun you out and back into his arms, holding you close for a few beats as he breathed you in, causing an involuntary shiver. When you faced each other once again you slyly lowered his hand down to your bottom, making sure Raph and Mikey didn’t see. Thankfully, that very moment, Raph had his back to you as he spoke to his brother, but you knew it wouldn’t be more than another second before he turned around. Still, you breathed in a calming breath as Roger pulled you closer, squeezing your cheek. You told yourself you wouldn’t have to deal with him much longer as you led him in a position where you could see Raph out of the corner of your eye and he would see Roger’s hand on you. Your nerves buzzed in excitement. Lucky for him, worry for his life wasn’t a huge concern since he was the client. Which is why he was your target.

“Mr. Vance,” the gravelly Brooklyn accent was barely contained. “Ya need ta remove yer hand from the lady.”

“What?” Roger scrunched his face up at Raph. “Is she a threat?”

Raph towered over us and you felt Roger shake in fear. You would have smiled, feeling happy to have Raph so close, but you needed to keep a straight face.

“No,” he ground out.

“Then I’d like to keep dancing with this pretty lady, thanks,” Roger pretended bravado, attempting to sway as if he was still dancing with you, but Raph didn’t move an inch.

“Sorry,” Raph gently lifted you by the waist and set you down behind him, effectively situating himself between Roger and yourself. His hand print still felt hot on your skin. “But tha’s my sista’ yer touchin’.”

The word sister broke your heart and had your blood boiling all at the same time. You didn’t want to be his sister. You wanted a different kind of love from him. Tonight he was supposed to see how pretty you had become. How sexy you are. That you weren’t his sister, but someone he would feel compelled to kiss and touch and breathe in like you were currently doing. He smelled of leather and metal and spice.

“I-I see,” It was at that moment you knew Roger was a coward. Or maybe Raph was truly that scary, you weren’t sure which. Roger didn’t ask how it was possible that you were siblings. He didn’t protest when Raph pulled you away. He didn’t even try to hold on to you. He let go so fast you wondered if he was truly even interested. Granted, he had had a few beers by then and you had no way of knowing how well he held his alcohol.

“Michelangelo will escort ya home, sir. Ya seem tired,” Raph directed Roger toward a confused looking Mikey with an outstretched arm. You stayed silent as your eyes followed them out the door, giddy for what you hoped to happen next.

“Come on,” Raph growled out as he grabbed your wrist and tugged out to the back door that led to an alley. 

A small smile played at your lips that you struggled to hide once Raph rounded on you.

“What do ya think yer doin’?” He crossed his arms, staring you down, emerald eyes hard as stone.

“Dancing,” you shrugged and played with your nails, as if you went to bars every night to go dancing.

~~~~~~~~~~~

“Ya know I don’t like it when ya with us on a job, y/n,” Raph stated, waiting for an explanation from you. He hated having you near any possible danger. And that’s what his job was; dangerous. The whole point of it was to keep whoever was paying them safe from danger that might be after them. How would he be able to protect you and the client if something happened? He doubted he could do both and knew exactly who he would choose. Consequences be damned.

“How am I supposed to know where the job takes you?” Your e/c eyes dared to make contact with his own, nearly knocking him to his knees. He loved your eyes, they always had a spark to them, even when you were scared for your life. You thought he wasn’t there when you fell into the sewers that day, but he was the one that opened it for you. He was the one that followed you as you ran. He was the one that went back to beat the guy to a pulp once you were safe underground.

“I’m sure ya convinced one of yer brothas ta tell ya.”

“And if I did?” You sassed, a hand on your hip.

Raph visibly gulped, trying not to remember how good your hips felt in his hands. How his hands fit perfectly around your waist. How easily he could throw you over his shoulder and take you home. Home, where he could put something more appropriate on you- like one of his shirts.

He was going to lose it.

“Are ya tellin’ me ya put yerself in danger on purpose?”

“I wouldn’t be in danger, even if there was danger!” Your arms flailed at your sides, voice raised as you took a step closer. So close he could smell you. He tightened his hold on his biceps to keep from pulling you into his chest so he could breathe you in better.

“What makes ya think that, huh? Ya could get hurt if somethin’ were ta happen,” Raph tried to reason with you. You had to know that he would have to choose who to protect and you had to think he would choose the client.

“‘Cause you’re there, Raph. You wouldn’t ever let anything happen to me,” you said, voice steadier- and so very confident- than he expected after your outburst moments ago. Your words had Raph’s heart soaring to know you thought so highly of him, but he needed to quash that.

“I have ta protect the client, y/n. Ya know this,” Raph whispered the last bit, wishing he didn’t have to convince you that you should be second when he was on a job. You weren’t second. You would never be second. You were first, where you were meant to be. You would always be first.

“Pfft,” you scoffed before muttering that Mikey was there. That he could protect the client. And that caught Raph’s attention. 

“Ya don’t seem very concerned for someone ya were just flirtin’ up, Shorty.” His eyes squinted down at you in suspicion.

“Why would I be?” You shrugged, looking down at your nails again- a sign that you were hiding something. “Not like I liked him or anything,” you muttered.

“That’s not wha’ it looked like ta me,” Raph gently guided your chin up with his finger, forcing you to look him in the eye. 

“Good,” you huffed out, happy something was actually coming out of what you had planned.

“Good? Why were ya pretendin’ if ya don’t even like the guy? That’s not like ya, y/n.” Raph almost stumbled backwards at the glassy look in your eyes. Were you crying?

“To show you how pretty I am,” a tear ran down your face.

“I already know ya pretty-”

“To prove to you that I’m not that fourteen year old girl that ran from the foster home,” another tear rolled down your cheek, shattering his heart. He didn’t understand. He knows you’re beautiful. He knows you’re not fourteen anymore. He’s known that for a long time. Too long, really.

“I know ya not-”

“That I’m sexy, Raph!” You ripped your chin out of his gentle grip, turning away.

Now he understood. At least, he thinks he understood. And the thought shook him to his core. His heartbeat thundered in his chest and he worried that you would hear it. He didn’t dare breathe. This was the moment he never let himself think was possible. 

“I hate those women you take home,” your tiny voice reminded him to breathe. Reminded him that he wasn’t dreaming. That you were here, confessing something he didn’t think was possible. “I want to be in that bed- your bed. I want you to hold me. I-”

Raph couldn’t take it anymore- not another second. You didn’t know what you meant to him, but you were about to as he roughly pushed you against the brick of the building, making sure his hand was behind your head. He didn’t want it to bump against the brick. There was no way he was going to let anything bump that pretty little head of yours. Once he knew you wouldn’t be hurt by his rough-handling he leaned down to meet you at eye-level, forcing you to meet his gaze with his hands on either side of your head, blocking you against the wall. He wasn’t about to chance you walking away.

“Ya think I don’t find ya sexy?” He kissed the skin on your shoulder. 

“Ya think I like callin’ ya my sista’?” He gently brushed your hair away to trail kisses up your neck, making your breath hitch. 

“Ya think I enjoy those women I take home?” He kissed across your jaw from one ear to the other.

“Who do ya think I’m envisioning as they lay under me?” He whispered in your ear, causing you to shiver. 

Your knees buckled, but he caught you before you moved more than a couple of inches and held you steady. You were panting as you reached up and wrapped your arms around his neck. You had to make sure this was real. So you held onto him as he rubbed little circles on your hips. You knew those strong hands could hold you forever and you wouldn’t ever want to move. You could barely believe what you were hearing. You tried wrapping your head around what he said. Was your dream finally coming true? Did Raph really see you that way? Your heart skipped a beat before you finally gained the courage to ask.

“Who?” You whispered, answering all of his questions with one of your own.

“You,” he nibbled your earlobe. “It’s always been you, Gorgeous.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

A/N: If you can think of something better than “Turtle Security” please let me know...or we can just pretend Raph has no creativity for naming things lol Up to you. But seriously, tell me if you think of something. Anything is better than what I came up with lol

#tmnt #fanfic #raph x reader #aged up #my writing #security #topside #mikey #donnie #leowomen #splinter #reader #tmnt fanfic #angst #happy #cute #sister #bodyguard

[myhockeyworld87]

Bubble Wrapped - Part 9

Word Count: 4,396

POV: Reader

Warnings: Same as always, Language, Smut, NSFW, Please see the note in the Masterlist

Teams: Bruins, Caps, Flyers, Lightning, Pens, Jackets, Canes, Islanders (more to come)

Notes: Finally part 9! Thank you guys for being patient with me as I finally got back to writing. I’m not sure if anyone is still interested in this story now that Bubble is officially over. So please let me know if I should continue you on with this story or just let it drop off. At any rate, here’s the next part, so happy reading!

"Earth to (Y/N)! Are you in there?" Carly asked as she tapped on the front desk where you would like to say that you were lost in thought, but in reality; you'd just sort of spaced out. When you didn't reply right away; Carly said, "Are you done moping yet? It's been almost a week."

 "Please, stop exaggerating. It hasn't been a week." Sometimes Carly could be so dramatic, you thought to yourself.

 "Bitch, his team got ousted last Friday and today is Thursday. I might not have the fancy education you do, but that's six days which means tomorrow is a week." She pointed her finger directly at you. "You, Miss (Y/LN), have been sulking around this hotel for about five days too many by my count." It was hard not to roll your eyes but you suppressed it all the same. "Look I know…" she brought her voice to a whisper, "Sidney…must have been amazing in bed. Though why you haven't told me all the details yet; I'm baffled? Like seriously sis, spill the beans."

 This time you couldn't hold back as your eyes practically rolled back into your head at your soon to be former best friend if she kept this line of questioning up. "And what makes you think that I slept with Sid? How do you know I'm not pining over Tyler or someone else for that matter."

 "Well, I saw him leave. I'm not blind. The man literally couldn't take his eyes off you and the look on your face!" She pulled her lip down in a pout and mimicked a look of utter devastation. "You were a puppy that someone had not only kicked to the curb but then got run over."

 "I wasn't that bad."

 "Ok, well maybe not run over by like a car, but definitely by a bike." A chuckle escaped your lips and you supposed you were kind of upset that Sid and the Pens were headed back to Pittsburgh. "Oh my god, was that a smile? I haven't seen that in days." She pressed the back of her hand to your forehead.

 "What are you doing now?" You frowned at her.

 "Checking to make sure you don't have a fever."

 "Stop," you said starting to giggle. "Someone will think I have Covid or something." Carly joined you in laughter and you had to admit it actually felt kind of good. You hadn't realized that you were being such a Debbie Downer once Sidney had left, but once you started laughing your heart felt a little lighter.

 "See, I knew she was in there. Welcome back!" Carly came around the desk and hugged you. "Though I'm still going to make a suggestion to you." You cocked your head in inquiry. "Why don't you take the day off?" She could tell that you were going to say something but she held you off with a wave of her hand. "We came in the bubble two weeks before the players and they've been here for almost three. That's five weeks and you have yet to take one day to yourself. You've insisted the rest of us take off at least one day a week if not two. I think you should do the same." While Carly's plan sounded great, you really couldn't see yourself just taking the day to lounge at the pool or in your suite.

 "What if there's another fight? Or the kitchen catches on fire? Or…" She didn't let you come up with any more scenarios.

 "Someone will call you. See that thing right there." She picked up your cell phone. "It's amazing and lets us talk to you if we need something."

 "But what would I do? It's not like I can go get drunk at a club or something."

 Carly sighed heavily, "I have to do everything for you don't I?" She was definitely skating on thin ice in the friend department. "Why don't you go sit by the pool, or go for a run over in the stadium. It's a beautiful summer day, get out there and enjoy it. Besides you're starting to look pale, a little sun would do you some good." She grabbed your wrist and start to haul you out from behind the desk. "Then tonight, crack open a bottle of wine, take a hot bubble bath….maybe with one of these hot men that can't quit staring at you."

 "Oh stop, they are not staring at me."

 "Girl, would you look around." You did as she said, watching guys from different teams mill about the front lobby. There were some definite stares in both yours and Carly's direction. "See that one there," she pointed over to Jake Debrusk. "I swear he comes down to the lobby just drool over you, or what about that one. I think Brayden said his name was Joel Edmundson. He also mentioned something about him and crop tops, but then well he stopped talking when that sent my eyes wandering a little too far south for his pleasure. The man really can get jealous."

 "Can you blame him, Car? There are very few women in this bubble and quite a few men." The ratio was well to your advantage; that's for sure. "He's afraid he could lose you to one of these other guys."

 "Will never happen. But you're distracting me." She was now dragging you towards the elevators. "Now get your little butt up there and go do something fun for the day." She pushed the button and the elevator doors opened. "Oh! I expect to get notes or something if there are any hookups. Don't pull that shit you did with you know who."

 "What? I can't hear you." You told her as the door slid close. Faintly you heard something about bullshit and probably a few other choice words. Once you were in your suite, you decided to take Carly's suggestion and head over to the stadium for a little run. It had been quite some time that you'd actually gotten on the pavement instead of the treadmill and hopefully, it would clear your head of any lingering thoughts of Sidney. You quickly changed into some running shorts, a sports bra and one of those famous crop tops Carly was talking about Joel Edmundson wearing; then slipped on your sneakers and AirPods, and headed outside.

 Carly had been right. It was a gorgeous day to be outside. The sky was the most beautiful shade of blue, with white puffy clouds that reminded you of cotton dotting it throughout. You could still hear the light buzz of traffic from the city, as you made your way over to the stadium. Carly, forgot to mention that Islanders happened to be using the facility when you got there, but then you supposed that it was always busy except for the evening. You almost turned around, and went back to the hotel, not wanting to interrupt their time, but you saw a few other non-team members wandering about and figured that taking a little run shouldn't bother anyone.

 Cranking up the music, you started at a nice leisurely jog, just warming your legs up, as you made your way about halfway around before kicking it up at a faster pace. The sun felt good on your body as well as the fresh air getting in your lungs. You were off in your own world as you continued what was probably your fourth lap around the place when something came flying out in front of you. You stopped in your tracks.

 "Sorry about that," Mat Barzal said as he came over to retrieve what you now knew was a frisbee. "Didn't mean to interrupt your run." His shirt was off and sweat glistened on his well-defined abs.

 "It's no biggie," you told him as you went to put your earbud back in and continue on with your run.

 His hand went to reach for your wrist, but he caught himself before he grabbed you, though the action made you stop anyway. "Sorry again," this time you just smiled, which in turn made Mat smile and that was something to behold. "You're (Y/N) right?" you nodded and it really didn't feel strange now that almost every NHL player knew your name. "You wouldn't be interested in a game of spikeball; would you? We need another player."

 "Oh, um…" You were kind of stunned by him asking you, not that you didn't want to play. It was just, you were sure there had to be someone else that was probably better than you.

 "Please," there was this little puppy dog look in his eyes, and you were done for.

 "Sure," you told him, then followed him over to where Anthony Beauvillier and Derick Brassard were hanging out by the spikeball game. "I'm warning you, I not a professional athlete like you guys."

 "Don't worry, it's just a friendly little game." Mat told you, and yet somehow you figured even the friendliest of games with these guys would be competitive. Introductions were made, not that you didn't know who these guys were, but it was still a nice gesture. "So, I'll take (Y/N)." Mat declared.

 "What if I want her on my team?" Tito interjected and you really didn't feel that you were that great of a player to fight over, though to be honest, you had a feeling it wasn't about the ball game.

 "Well, so you kids don't fight. (Y/N) and I will be partners." Derick decided to chime in.

 "Guys, I'm not that good." You felt the need to be at least upfront with them.

 "I'm sure you're great," Derick said, while he wrapped his arm around your shoulders.

 "The only fair way to settle this is rock, paper, scissors." This from Tito, as he made a fist preparing for the game, the other two joined him. Tito and Mat both picked scissors, effectively cutting out Derick who had chosen to go with paper. Now down to the two friends, it took two tries before they didn't pick the exact same gesture. In the end, it was Mat who won with a paper to cover up Anthony's rock.

 "Guess it's you and me." Mat said steering you over to his side of the net. "You know we're skins right?" there was a teasing note to his voice, along with a twinkle in his eye, to tell you he was joking. But to call his bluff, you simply stripped off your crop top and tossed it over to the side, leaving you clad in only your sports bra. All three guys' eyes about popped out of their heads as you reached for the hem of the bra.

 "Trust me, boys, you'll have to work a lot harder than that to get the rest off," you teased as you dropped your arms back down. "Well, are we going to play or what?" They chuckled at your joke, though you were pretty sure you saw Derick adjust his shorts and his cock.

 The game was fairly friendly at first, and it took you back to your high school days on the volleyball team, though it was a far cry from your setter's position that you played. You and Tito ran into each other at least three times and you were pretty sure the third one was on purpose just so he could steady you by grabbing not only your hips but your ass as well. There were a ton of volleys and points seemed hard to come by, but overall, you had a blast. Mat carried your team, but you held your own from time to time. Close to the end of the game, all four of you were sweating and the other two guys had joined Mat in going shirtless. You knew you were going to have to thank Carly for giving you the suggestion of coming over here, just for the sights alone.

 The game was all tied up, and you had no idea how it had gotten to that point. You were pretty sure someone had to have lost count at some point, but you weren't going to argue as you were having too much fun. "Ok match point. We got this (Y/N)." Mat told you, then gave you a high five before the ball was served. You hit it over to Mat with ease and he spiked it onto the net. The volley went back and forth a few times, each time getting more and more difficult to return. You thought for sure on Mat's last spike over that there was no way they were going to get the ball. However, Derick's quick reflexes had him tossing it back over to Tito, who set Derick back up for a soft spike. The ball fluttered to the ground and both you and Mat dove trying to reach it. It all played out in slow motion in your head, you could almost foresee the two of you clunking heads which would probably result in both of you getting a concussion, but at the last second, Mat rolled to his side instead, grabbing you as he did so he absorbed most of the impact. As you both landed on the ground, he moved so that his back was now on the grass with your body on top of him.

 You were a bit stunned at first but recovered quickly. "Are you ok? You're not hurt, are you?" The words tumbled out of your mouth as you went to get up, only to have Mat's arms pin you closer to his body. That's when you felt his cock stiffen. Maybe it was the action of sliding down his body slightly so that you could see his face that caused it, or maybe it was just your body pressed against his; you weren't entirely sure. All you knew was that it was definitely hard and seemed to have a bit of length to it, which made you want to get Mat in this same position only without prying eyes.

 "I'm ok." Mat said, drawing you back to your present circumstance.

 "Looks like we won." Tito gloated from above you, reminding you that you couldn't stay like this for much longer.

 "I'm not so sure about that." Mat whispered before rolling you onto your back, his weight all on his forearms before he lifted himself up off the ground then helped you up as well. "Good game," he said to his teammates, making you wonder if you'd actually heard what he said correctly.

 You shook hands with both Tito and Derick, before you all headed over to grab some water, making idol chit chat for a bit. It wasn't long before they were being told that they had to leave the arena as their time was up and another team was coming in within the hour. "It was a lot of fun guys, thanks for inviting me to play," you told them.

 "Our pleasure," Derick said, and you could've sworn you heard Tito say that he would play with you anytime. The double entendre was not lost on you.

 "I'm sure I'll see you around the hotel." You told them all then headed out of the arena as well, though in a different direction as your hotel was the other way. You'd just made it into the alcove when you heard Mat calling your name.

 "You forgot this," he said handing you, your crop top. "Can't have you going back to the hotel like that."

 "Thanks."

 Mat shifted his weight from foot to foot a few times, before saying. "Can I walk you back?"

 "Sure," you told him. "I mean as long as you don't have to go back with the team."

 "Nah, we have the next hour free still." Well, that was interesting information that you took in as you continued around the empty halls of the stadium. Mentally, you calculated how much time it would take to get to your suite and then for Mat to get back to his place. It was definitely more than an hour, so if you were going to have a little fun it was going to have to be here. Your eyes darted around, looking for the perfect spot. "What are you doing?"

 It was right at that moment that you found the ideal location. "This," you answered, grabbing Mat's hand and pulling him into the spot that would conceal you both in case anyone would walk by. As soon as you were ensconced inside, your lips found his. You pulled his neck down to meet your mouth, kissing him with abandonment. Mat caught on quick to your plan and quickly took control, pinning you against the wall as his mouth plundered inside yours. His tongue danced with yours, as his hands skimmed up your body, sending shivers down your spine.

 A lock of Mat's hair dipped down to his forehead and your hands moved up to push it back, though you didn't stop there as you let them sift through his thick mane. He moaned into your mouth, as your hands raked through his hair, nails slightly scraping his scalp. He devoured your whole with his mouth as if he couldn't get enough of you and the whole time you just wanted more of him. Mat's thigh came up between your legs, and you wantonly pressed your cunt down upon him. "Fuck baby," he whispered. "That's it, grind down on me." It wasn't like you needed to hear the words, but they still made you damp coming from his mouth. He released your mouth finally, but only so he could trail his lips down your neck to your breasts. His hands pushed your bra up, and you felt your arms reaching up to the sky so that he could remove it completely. "I've been wondering what these looked like the whole fucking game." His head fell back slightly so he could take your breasts in and you felt your nipples harden under his stare. "Fucking perfect," he panted out before capturing a pert nipple in his mouth.

 "Fuck Mat," you gasped as he lightly bit down. Hips now desperate, you continued to grind down on Mat's thick thigh as he lavished each of your breasts with attention. You whimpered, trying to find that perfect position against him that would put you over the edge, but then Mat moved his thigh away.

 "I can't," he said and your brain was too fogged from chasing your high to register what he meant before his fingers were sliding under the waistband of your shorts and panties. "Damn baby, I can't believe how wet you are." His fingers slid inside your pussy with ease and you moaned out with pleasure as he scissored two of them in, while his thumb pressed against your clit. "You like that," his whispered then sucked on your nipple again. "God, I want you to cum on my fingers so bad." They started to pump in and out of you then. "Can you do that pretty girl? Can you cum for me?"

 Fuck you loved it when he talked dirty like that. The combination of his words and his actions sending you spiraling into orgasm. "Mat," you called out as your body trembled.

 "Yeah baby, say my name. Tell everyone who's making you cum." He kept fingering you through the orgasm, pressing kisses all over your chest and neck. "So, fucking pretty." You slumped back against the wall, head going back as your body was finally sated. Mat pressed his fingers deep inside you one last time before withdrawing them and bringing them to his lips. His tongue darted out, licking up the length of them before he brought them to your lips. "Suck," it wasn't quite a command, but at the same time you didn't feel the need to disobey either and you wondered if the two of you had more time, what all Mat could come up with. You licked your essence off his digits, letting your tongue glide up his long fingers. It was Mat's turn to groan this time and you felt him go a little weak, so you took advantage and twisted you both so that he was now against the wall.

 You kissed him hard, before sliding down onto your knees taking his shorts and boxer briefs with you. Mat inhaled sharply as your hands skated back up his meaty thighs you were riding moments ago. Eyes locking with his, your tongue slipped out and licked the head of his cock, tasting the precum that was oozing from it. Your lips wrapped around the head then and you heard as well as felt his sigh of content before his fingers threaded through your hair. "Fuck (Y/N), that feels so good." His hand gently urged you to take more, and so you did. "That's it, baby, just like that." Your lips sunk down on as much of his cock as you could take in, while your hand fisted him at the base. Sucking him back out, you let your teeth lightly rake along his cock and he hissed out another fuck but thrust hips forward wanting you to take him back in. You did, but slowly centimeter by centimeter. Mat's head fell back against the wall. "You're killing me." Your lips smiled around his cock as you started to take him and out of your mouth.

 Mat was breathing was labored, as he fisted his hand around your hair, holding it back so he could see your face as you took him inside your mouth. Your tongue pressed up against the underside, and you felt him twitch in response. Letting your fingers dance along his thighs, you slithered them up to his balls where you cupped them and gave them a gentle squeeze. "Fuck, yeah," Mat panted, his hips now rocking into your mouth. Relaxing your throat, you hummed so that you could take him deeper. "Jesus," he hissed out, his hand now tightening on the back of your skull as he thrust again, this time shooting his cum down the back of your throat. You swallowed what you could, though some dribbled out and down your chin; that only turned Mat on more. "You're so fucking gorgeous right now." He told you, as he helped you back to your feet, where his lips locked with yours. You were half-naked from the waist up and Mat from the waist down, but you didn't care as you made out with him against the wall of the stadium. Time sort of stood still as the two of you entwined not only your mouths but your bodies. His hands going from your ass, then to your back, to your neck and then breasts, all at the same time. Off in the distance, you heard a noise, and you realized the other team must be coming in.

 You broke the kiss, though Mat chased after your lips still wanting that contact with you. "I think someone's coming." He heard it then, the idle chatter of voices still far enough away, but you weren't sure for how long.

 "Fuck, I thought we had more time." He reluctantly let you out of his embrace, but only so that you could both pull your clothes back on. Mat grabbed your crop top and slipped it back over your head, before pulling you back in for a kiss. "You're pretty amazing, you know that?" All you could do was blush. "I'm not just talking about back there either." You cocked your head at him, as the two of you headed back to Hotel X, fingers entwined. "I might be staying at Royal York, but everyone talks about how great it over at your place and how it's all because of you. You're like some legend or something."

 God, you were hoping that they weren't talking about all the sexual things that had gone on with other players. "Well, I'm glad everyone's happy. I'm really just doing my job."

 "Hopefully, I'll be over there soon," Mat added with a little wink to you, and you realized you wouldn't mind having him in your hotel at all. In fact, it would be a lot of fun. "I guess I have to let you go, huh?" You were now standing in front of the hotel and short of asking Mat up to your room, which you knew there wasn't time for; your interlude with him was coming to an end.

 "Well, you know you're more than welcome to use any of the facilities we have here anytime." It was your turn to give Mat a little wink.

 "I just might have to do that. We have a game tomorrow, but I'm sure I'll be needing to use the tennis courts or that pool sometime soon."

 "Well, make sure you stop and tell me hi when you're here."

 He chuckled at your comment. "Oh, there is no way I would forget to do that." He wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you close to him, before dropping a kiss to your lips. Part of you was hesitant that someone might be watching but then it didn't matter because when Mat kissed you, it seemed like no one else even existed. "I gotta go." He finally said breaking away. "But I'll see you soon."

 "I'll hold you to that promise." He pecked your lips one more time before heading in the direction of his hotel.

 Thankfully, things were running smoothly at the hotel, so you decided to continue taking Carly's advice and head upstairs for a long hot bubble bath. Pouring yourself a glass of wine, you let the water get to the perfect temperature before sinking down into it. You sighed as you took a sip of the crisp tasting vintage as soft music played in the background. The only thing you were missing was a few pieces of chocolate to make this entire thing perfect. Well, and maybe Mat, for that man truly was something. You let your mind drift to thoughts of him and his rock-hard abs. What you wouldn't give to have him here right now, sliding into the water and into your pussy. Those thoughts were cut short as your phone rang. Damn, you thought, just when things were getting good.  

#bubble wrapped series #nhl imagines #nhl imagine #nhl fanfic #nhl smut #hockey imagines #hockey imagine #hockey fanfiction #hockey smut #Pittsburgh Penguins fanfiction #Pittsburgh Penguins imagine #Pittsburgh Penguins imagines #Washington Capitals imagine #Washington Capitals imagines #Philadephia Flyers imagine #Philadephia Flyers imagines #Boston Bruins Imagine #Boston Bruins Imagines #Tampa Bay Lightning imagine #Tampa Bay Lightning imagines #new york islanders imagine #new york islanders imagines #Mat Barzal #Mat Barzal Imagine #anthony beauvillier #tito beauvillier #derick brassard

[gay-salt-amber]

can we get more general YOI x Haikyuu headcanons? You typically just do a character but I want just plain general ones.

Rewriting this! it decided to crash on me ;>

Before we get started I want to list the ship couples just so no-one gets confused,

Minotayuri= Kenma's dads, Victuuri= Lev+ Alisa's dads, Chris and Masumi (Mystery man)= Kyoutani's dads, JJbella= Oikawa and his sisters parents, Saramila=Tendo's parents, Seungchuchuleoji= Sakusa's parents, Jean x Salem= Akaashi's parents

They've been friends since they were kids, except Akaashi though. His mom thought figure skating was a waste so he didn't meet them till way later and didn't start figure skating till way after the others did

~Lets talk about their adoption stories!~

When Minotayuri went to the adoption center, they barley got past a 'hi' to the adoption lady, Kenma was already clinging to Yuri's leg. This caused the room to go silent and Yuri just let out a sigh, bent down to the boy looked into his sparkling eyes, picked him up and just said, "Yep. This is my son now."

Victuuri on the other hand got to at least sit down, the owner of the adoption center was talking to them about another kid who she thought would be good for them and then Lev came in, looked up at Victor and his eyes sparkled. He waved happily with a sweet lil, "Hello! I'm Lev!" Victor and Yuuri were about to die of cuteness on the spot. Lev looked at Victor for another second and said, "Are you my dad?" Victor looked at Yuuri, who nodded and said, "Yeah!" Then when he said that a older girl walked out and Lev said, "Sis! Those are our parents now!"

Saramila were not looking for a particular kid when they went in, so when they sat on that couch, nothing sounded fit for their family. That was when a kid, who the lady had never mentioned walked out from his room, gave them a wave and stood to the side. Sara turned to him and asked, "Who's this cutie?" The adoption lady just scoffed and said, "He's just a monster, hes not worth your time, Ms." Mila and Sara were pissed. Mila walked up to Tendo and said, "Really? Well, I'm Mila, what's your name kiddo?" Tendo's eyes sparkled and answered. Within a few minutes, they had a kid!

Kyoutani.. He was a special case.. When Chris and Masumi entered that adoption center, they were bombarded by kids asking for them to adopt them, which was ok but there was one kid in the back, one that didn't come up. A black haired boy Masumi was drawn to that one since he reminded him of Chris and himself when they were kids. When he tried to talk to him, he didn't respond, they asked the lady there about it later and apparently he was a victim of abandonment and didn't have much trust left. But via a lot of talking and being always there, they got themselves a loving little boy.

Normal HC's now!

Kyoutani used to be a sweet kid and nobody really gets why he changed, he just says its what figure skating does to you

Whenever Lev gets sick, he is the pickiest bitch on this side of the Mississippi. So whenever he does get sick, Lilia has to be there making him some soup cuz apparently only she can make it right (it was a recipe she found in a newspaper, anyone could make it)

Kenma and Lev have always been weirdly close, nobody knows really why. Mainly they think its because they came from the same adoption center so they've just known each other for a long time

So because of this, once they were having some platonic cuddles since Kenma had a long day and nobody else was there to listen at the time, Bokuakakuro saw this and were so confused so they had to explain that it was platonic and not at all romantic

Nobody likes the Leroy's. That's kind of a fact. But its kind of a problem was Sakusa is dating Atsuiwaoi, so Seungchuchuleoji put down a rule that dating Oikawa was fine as long as they didn't need to go to any family gathers with them

Komori stays with Seungchuchuleoji more then his own parents since he started dating Osamu and Suna since his mom (Leos sister) is pretty homophobic.

Kenma dyed his hair to look like Minami and Yurio, he dyed some of it red once and another time he dyed it the colors of the trans flag because of them

Kyoutani dyed his hair blonde for similar reasons

One time Seungchuchuleoji picked up Atsumu from practice since he was family at that point. When they stepped foot into the Inarizaki gym, Suna had to stop Osamu from fainting and the same with Aran and Kita since Osamu and Kita are huge figure skating fans and they are massive fans of Leo and Phichit

One time Seungchuchuleoji picked up Atsumu from practice since he was family at that point. When they stepped foot into the Inarizaki gym, Suna h ad to stop Osamu from fainting and the same with Aran and Kita since Osamu and Kita are huge figure skating fans and they are massive fans of Leo and Phichit

All the skaters kids (minus Oikawa) wen into full time figure skating and the jobs they have in canon are jobs they do in-between contests

Nekoma met Yuri and Minami first so they were very confused on why Kenma was such an introvert when he has such wild, energetic parents. Then they met Otabek and were just like, 'Oh.'

On Yakulev's like third date, Lev got some vodka from Victors stash and even though Yaku was against it at first, they ended up getting drunk off their asses

The skaters have a group chat and nobody knew about it until Kenma said something along the lines of, "Uncle Phichit stop asking for my bfs numbers! You'll just send them blackmail pictures!" and that was a lengthy chat.

Tendo got into chocolate making because when he was like 7 he saw Sara making chocolate treats for Emimike's wedding and he asked if he could help, Sara said sure and gave him some lil spare ones. Ever since they bond over chocolate making all the time now

Once Oikawa arrived at practice early like normal and was listening to 'The Theme of King JJ' and the others walked in and were vibing with him till Kyoutani walked in and said, "Turn that hetero shit off." He then turned on some Lady Gaga and everyone just vibed harder

Kunimi and Kyoutani got into a fight once and Kunimi said something along the lines of, "Your dad's gay" (because Kunimi is the king of grade schooler roasts, fight me) And with a straight face Kyoutani said, "Yeah, and? Has been for years! it's not new!"

When Atsumu was over at Sakusa's place once, he went into the kitchen and came out asking why there was a paper on the fridge that said, "Vegetables that Seung-gil can eat." Sakusa had to explain that Seung-gil hates vegetables and they have that list of the few that he can tolerate so he doesn't become a complete carnivore

On the topic of Seung-gil, they don't let him pick out Sakusa's clothes for anything cuz the last time he did he looked like a human fucking highlighter

Nekoma once decided to go on a vacation together in Hawaii, and since Victor and Yuuri had a vacation home there, they decided to all crash there instead of a hotel.

Kenma is very close to Otabek's DJ friends kids and when he introduced them to volleyball, all of them collectively agreed to make a team and their goal was to play Nekoma

Once Makkachin followed Lev to practice and he didn't realize till Kenma pointed it out

Another time on Kenma's birthday, it was a normal day at practice, then they heard a knock at the gym door and someone asking, "Is Kenma here?" It was His great grandfather (Yuri's grandfather) Kenma tackled him into a hug

After competitions, the figure skater kids get together as a group with their boyfriends and their parents to chill and just have a ice dinner. At one of these dinners, JJ decided to crash it (Oikawa was invited, JJ was not) And without missing a beat, Otabek lowered his shades and said, "You're the reason the gene pool needs a life guard."

One time, Fukunaga came over to visit to ask Lev about a project he was doing since Lev had more information on the subject. He went to the kitchen and started making some food cuz he and Lev were hungry, Yuuri came home and gave him some tips since they both have experience in the food industry, it was very wholesome.

When Minotayuri and Kenma went to visit Russia on his birthday, his grandpa made some piroshkis, obviously. Somehow, Kenma ate them quicker then Yuri and all Yuri could do was look at the piroshki he was holding and say, "What the fuck?!"

Yuri was the one who actually got Kenma into video games. That was because when they were in a store, Kenma's eyes locked onto a game-boy and since Yuri also had one they got Kenma one and him and Yuri would bond over gaming

Yahaba was the first one Kyoutani got close to on the Aoba Johsai team since he had trouble trusting others but Yahaba took time and was patient with him which Kyoutani was grateful

Back on the topic of that dinner I mentioned, when Kyoutani brought Yahaba to one the first time when he explained that Yahaba and him were dating Chris spat out his water and practically died. He didn't think Kyoutani would find love and was surprised

Again with the dinner, one time, Kita san walked right into the dinner and when they asked why he was there he looked at Atsumu and Sakusa and said, "Sakusa, please tell me you have more self respect." Everyone was confused, "You let Atsumu have sex with you with a fucking TURTLE NECK AND SOME FUCKING CHAINS ON?!" Everyone then started dying and Aran had to come drag him out

The first time Michele was set to pick Tendo up from practice after Ushitenasanoya became a thing, he met Ushijima and Ushijima had his first near death experience right then and there

When Bokukuroaka came to Kenma's rink for the first time, they walked into the back and couldn't even get out a full 'hi' before Georgi said, "Can you all shut the fuck up?!" and then he went back to doing Kenma's makeup

Sakusa brings his dad's husky to practice after she's had a vet appointment because she wants to exercise and she also wants attention

when Ushitenasanoya went to meet Saramila for the first time they were nervous (minus Tendo) because they feared the reaction and Tendo said, "Don't worry! Being gay runs in the family!"

So we know Aoba Johsai is close, like kinda a given. But it confused tf out of JJ and Isabella for a bit, like they were not expecting a full volleyball team to come into their house, make breakfast for themselves and walk out without a word

When Oikawa came out, it was a little bit more challenging then the others coming out since y'know his parents are straight but Isabella just stood up, hugged him and said, "You are still my son, I love you and I always will."

Since Leo plays the guitar a lot, Sakusa also picked it up and has played a lot of his boyfriends favorite songs on the guitar and they love it so much

Sakusa also has a lot of stuffed animals in his room, because of Guang-Hong

When Osasuna first met Seungchuchuleoji, Osamu was super nervous because he wanted to make a good impression, same with Suna. But when Komori said, "Oh yeah, I'm dating these two." Osasuna were expecting a backlash but all they got was an 'Ok'

Phichit and Suna share blackmail pics

once Nekomata (Nakoma's coach) talked to the team about the importance of going to collage and stuff, nobody knows why, he just did. He pointed to Lev and said, "Your dad went to collage right?" When Lev asked which one he said, "Victor." Lev had to explain that, no, he did not. Yuuri however went to collage in America to finish a finance degree

Lilia once had the incredible idea to get the kids into overalls and animal bucket hats and the photos were amazing

That is all I have for now~ I will make some of these into stories though!

#Yuri on ice x haikyuu #haikyuu #headcanons #minotayuri #seungchuchuleoji #saramila

[hopesbarnes]

Black Swan (11)

Summary: Y/N used to be a Russian spy under the code name Black Swan. But that was a lifetime ago, now she’s a part-time avenger, dance teacher, surrogate sister to Natasha Romanoff, and trainer to new Shield Agents. She’s come a long way from the days of killing targets and being tortured. But when someone from her past comes around will she be able to ignore her history anymore? Or will she end up falling in love with the only man her sister ever loved?

A/N: Surprise! It's back!! There are 4 more chapters and an epilogue left, and then it's done. Hopefully yall love this chapter as much as I do. (Below are costumes mentioned in this chapter)

The following day held a strange air to it. All of the cards were on the table, and Clint finally knew Natasha’s past. He insisted to be around her 24/7 to prove he didn’t care who she was or that she couldn’t have children and that he wasn’t going anywhere. Which was sweet, and kind and all and did show that he loved her unconditionally. But Natasha looked like she wanted to kill the guy.

Bucky, on the other hand, was distant. The two of you had finally agreed to try, and admitted your feelings. But now he was barely there. It was hard for him, you got that. But you wanted to be there for him and wanted to help him. Which was hard when he kept pulling away. 

Early Saturday morning, Natasha came into the room and announced she was going on a mission. 

“Сестренка, я люблю его. Но он душит меня!” (Sis, I love him. But he is suffocating me.) Was Nat’s reply when you asked why she was going on a mission that originally another agent was assigned to. You giggled and wished her the best when she packed her bag. Clint stumbled out of her bedroom poured coffee, kissed her, and went to go back to his room. They were adorable, whether Nat would admit it or not. 

When you got to the studio two hours later there were boxes in the office. That meant costumes arrived, and you were as ecstatic as the girls would be. For the lyrical group to the song Cosmic Love, the girls would be in a blue two-piece with rhinestone flowers on the sides. A small amount of fabric hung from one hip and would look amazing when the girls spun. 

The little kid’s costume for their ballet dance to Waltz of the Flowers was a pink leotard with a fluffy pink tutu. There was light green lace, gold trim, adorning the fabric. You had also ordered sparkly mini tiaras for them to wear, and you were excited for the girls to find out. The little girls went crazy anytime someone mentioned anything sparkly, and tiaras were a crowd favorite.

Your favorite of the costumes was the simplest, and it was for the duet to Gravity. The guy wore just a pair of black pants, and the girl wore a maroon leotard that had a see-through back. It would allow the dance to shine through without being overpowered by a glittering costume. The dance was too raw for anything over the top, and the costumes complemented it perfectly. The solo costumes wouldn’t arrive for another week, but the girls would understand. 

It was almost if the girls knew that morning, and they were crazy. Maybe they had a sixth sense, or maybe they smelled the spandex material. There was no point delaying giving them out and trying them on so during each practice you passed out the costumes and listened to their joyful shouts and the girls jumping up and down. They all wanted to run the dances in costumes, and you let them do it once before making them change back for the rest of the practice. If you’ve learned anything from doing this, someone always tears something if they wear it too long.

The rest of the day went the same, and you were in an amazing mood by the end of practice. You got bundled back up in leggings and a sweater, grabbed your bag, and went to leave but was stopped by the sight of Bucky. He had shaved, cut his hair, and was in a scarf holding a bouquet of flowers. In the dance studio. Any other time you would giggle at the look of this huge beefy man in a dance studio.

“Hey,” you said with a quizzed look on your face.

“Steve told me where you worked, I wanted to surprise you,” he said handing over the flowers. They were your favorite kind. 

“I- okay. Thank you.” 

“I know I’ve been distant, I was trying to figure out a date and knew if I saw you I would spoil it before we went,” he ranted shyly. 

“Are we going on our date now?” you ask feeling giddy. 

“I was hoping we could if that’s okay.” 

“But, I’m not dressed for a date!” you said lamely motioning at your outfit.

“You are actually dressed perfectly for our date, c’mon,” he said and guided you to the car outside. 

Your date, it turned out, was ice skating. It was the perfect December activity. The sky was a beautiful soft shade of blue, and light snow melted around you. And there was no pressure to be in a crowded dining room eating, or watching a movie that could potentially trigger one of you. It was a chance to show off some dance moves, and cling to Bucky to ‘help him’ with his balance. 

Despite the fact he was a notorious ghost story, Bucky was anything but quiet and graceful on the ice. For someone with a long history of being silent, he was anything but. It’d only been half an hour and he had fallen four times. But he kept getting back up and didn’t complain once. He just kept trying and the two of you held hands through it all. 

“We can do something else, ya know?” you teased when he stumbled again.

“Nope!” he said popping the ‘p’, “We’re skating. You’re just gonna have to deal with my embarrassing clumsiness.” You hummed in response. 

“Besides,” he said, “I don’t see you doing much more than just skating in circles either!” 

You giggle, “I can do a lot more, didn’t wanna upstage you!” 

He dares you to prove your statement, and so you skate him over to the side and then take off doing turns and arabesques. To add insult to injury you even do a few jumps. He looks astonished, and his mouth hangs open. You skate back to him.

“How!?” he exclaims throwing his hands up, then immediately having to grab the barrier to steady himself.

“It’s just like dancing, just on blades instead of my toes. I used to skate as a girl, many moons ago.” The two of you move to the benches off of the ice and take off the shoes.

“You don’t talk much about your childhood,” he says softly prompting you.

“It was good, I mean we didn’t have much but we were good. I danced and was happy. My life was good. Then my parents died, and I was lost,” you say and smile at the memories of your childhood. 

He reaches over and pulls you into a tight hug, lowering his head to meet your lips for a warm kiss. Safe to say, this was the best date you’d ever been on.

#Bucky Barnes #Bucky x Reader #Bucky Barnes fluff #bucky barnes series #Bucky x Dancer!Reader #marvel fic