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jgracie · 26 days

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SK8ER BOY

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❝ Hello can you do a Percy Jackson reader when she try to impress him by skating but monumentally fail because she faceplant in the ground. And softie Percy that kiss your bruise and all (yes I just fell down the stairs and it f*** hurt) please ❞ — @hope92100

in which you try to impress your skater boy (and fail miserably)

pairing percy jackson x fem!reader

warnings reader gets hurt (bruise + bloody nose) but she's fine dw

on the radio sk8er boy (avril lavigne)

an song has nothing to do with the oneshot i just thought of it as soon as i read the request LOL

When your [mortal parent] told you you were moving to New York for their new job, you were elated. Not only do you get a fresh start in a big city, but you also get to be closer to Camp Half-Blood, and closer to him. ‘Him’ being your boyfriend of a couple months, Percy.

The timing couldn’t be more perfect. Before, you used to only see Percy during the summers - which didn’t really count, considering you spent half your time doing quests for the Gods - and occasionally during school holidays, if you were lucky. Now you could see him all the time! As soon as you heard the news, you Iris messaged Percy, planning all the things you’d do together once you got there.

The first thing Percy suggested (or insisted on) was going skating. He didn’t get to do it very often, since when he wasn’t busy being a demigod he was busy catching up on schoolwork, but it’s one of his favourite pastimes and so he had to introduce his favourite person to it! That’s how you ended up at the biggest skating park you’d ever seen, dodging random mortals in beanies and sneakers with Percy’s hand tightly tucked in yours.

“Hey, watch it, man,” Percy said, scowling at some guy who almost bumped into you. You simply smiled at him, really not in the mood to annoy random mortals. Together, you walked to the scariest looking ramp in the whole park. Even a non-skater like yourself knew that a ramp like that needed to be avoided at all costs. While the rest of the park was full of people, the area surrounding this ramp was empty.

Handing you his backpack, Percy did a few warmups, a grin making its way onto his face when he noticed your look of pure awe.

“Percy, have you ever gone on this one? It looks kinda terrifying,” you said, fidgeting with your fingers. You knew your boyfriend enjoyed thrilling experiences, having dragged you to every rollercoaster in sight the one time you decided to go to an amusement park together, but this seemed to be a little much, even for him.

To your surprise, he replied, “nope! But what better time than now? My lucky charm’s with me, after all.”

That was that. You knew you couldn’t convince him not to go on that awful ramp. You whispered a prayer to your Godly parent as Percy made his way over to it, wishing on all the stars in the sky that your first outing in New York wouldn’t end in a hospital visit.

At first, you were scared to watch, sweat beading at your forehead as images of Percy’s limbs pointing in directions they definitely shouldn’t be littered your mind. But then you heard him yell your name and let out a laugh of nothing but pure excitement, and decided maybe this trip wouldn’t end up in broken bones and hearts.

He was beautiful. Percy could’ve passed for a son of Zeus as the wind whipped around him, blowing his hair in the most flattering directions. Apollo seemed to be watching from above too, as the sun hit him in just the right way, highlighting the different shades of green in his eyes and making his skin glow. When he noticed you looking, he waved at you, doing only a few more flips before carefully stopping and running towards you.

“I told you I could do it!” He exclaimed, nearly bursting with excitement, “I wouldn’t have been able to do it without you! I failed all those other times but of course I get it perfectly when you’re here. You really are my good luck charm!”

“Percy, you said you never tried skating on this ramp before.”

“Oh… Well maybe I had a bit of practice, just so I could impress you.”

You giggled at his cuteness and suddenly had a surge of confidence. Maybe you should impress him too. Have you ever skated? No, but that didn’t matter, it couldn’t be that hard! You’ve done all sorts of hard things in combat training at camp, this was nothing in comparison.

Taking the skateboard from Percy’s arms, you set it on the ground and stood on it, causing him to frantically grab your hands so you wouldn’t fall, his eyes wide as he double and triple-checked that you were in one piece.

“What are you doing?” He nearly screamed, “you’ve never done this before, you can’t just scare me like that babe!” His fingertips turned white from the amount of pressure he was putting on your hands and he slowly walked you around the park. After you circled the ramp he went on a third time, you decided you had enough of his help, wanting to really impress him.

Tugging your hands from his grip, you smiled and said, “Percy, let go, I’ve got it now.” He was hesitant, but did as he was told, kind of curious as to how this was going to go. It started off good, you did actually get the hang of it. As your confidence continued to skyrocket, you went faster and faster, and Percy’s cheers began to blur in the background.

The issue came when trying to stop. You had gone slightly off course and were now skating in the midst of other people. Wanting to get back to where you and Percy were, you decided to stop and then switch directions, since you didn’t know how to turn around. That was when you realised you didn’t know how to stop, and you were heading right towards a wall.

“Y/N!” Percy yelled, but it was too late. You face-planted right into the wall and then landed on the floor, nose bloody and bruised. You tried smiling at Percy to assure him that everything was alright, but your face must’ve looked pretty bad because he wasn’t having any of it, grabbing you and bringing you back to his house.

Sally’s jaw had dropped when she saw the state of you. Did you seriously look that bad? Setting you on the couch, Percy ran to the kitchen, getting you a bag of frozen peas and a sliver of the ambrosia they kept for emergencies. You ate the ambrosia and put the peas on your nose, breathing a sigh of relief as they soothed the throbbing pain.

Eyebrows furrowed, Percy said, “Are you feeling better? I’m never letting you skate again, y’know.” You couldn’t help but laugh at the irony of the situation you were in. There you were, worried Percy would get hurt on your first day in New York, when it turned out to be you.

“I’m okay, Perce,” you began, smirking as an idea planted itself in your mind, “but I could use one thing from you.”

Immediately, Percy got up, ready to do anything to make you feel better, “what is it? We have more medicine in one of the drawers if that’s what you need, but I don’t think I can give you more ambrosia since I don’t know exactly how much –”

“A kiss,” you interrupted, watching as his face contorted from worry to confusion to a bright smile. You put the peas away and Percy held your face, giving you kiss after kiss after kiss, all over your face. Maybe getting hurt wasn’t all bad.

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ilyasorokinn · 5 months

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home sweet home , erik johnson

note, this is dedicated to @comphyjost. i'm sad, you're sad, we're all sad. also, this fic is part of the "life with the johnsons" series. check out this masterlist for more. pair, erik johnson x reader summary, for the first time in 13 years, erik johnson is playing against the colorado avalanche. warnings, kids/children, pain word count, 1516 words

(gif not mine. by @mattymartin <3)

The entire flight back to Colorado, you felt like your heart was going to beat out of your chest. It was more of an excited/nervous. You were excited to be back and see all your friends.

Out of all three kids, only one wanted to come back to Colorado with you. Zach was the only one out of the three who wanted to come back, so you decided to let him miss two days of school and fly with you to Colorado.

When the Landeskogs heard you were coming with Erik, they insisted on picking you up from the airport. You still had your house in Colorado, but

You made your way out of the airport, one hand holding your suitcase and the other holding Zach's hand. You easily spotted the Landeskog's car. When the kids saw each other, they ran to greet each other, leaving their parents in the dust.

Melissa did the same and ran over to you, wrapping you in a hug, "All feels right in the world." She laughed.

"I've missed you guys so much." You squeezed her before pulling away and hugging Gabe, "Missed you, too," You smiled.

"How's Buffalo treating you?"

"Cold, but it's good." You smiled, looking back over to your kids, who were talking a million miles a minute as if no time had passed, "It's not here."

"That's for sure." Melissa looped an arm through yours, leaving Gabe to deal with the bags, as she led you over to the car and began catching you up on everything.

You weren't in Colorado for very long, so you spent the day catching up with old friends and doing everything you missed and couldn't do in Buffalo. You had lunch at your favorite restaurant with a few of the other girls, you visited some old coworkers and by that time, it was time to get ready for the game.

When you got home, Erik was also home and getting ready for the game. You smiled at the scene in front of you. It felt like old times, "This feels familiar." You hummed.

"Doesn't it." He smiled, "It's weird, isn't it?"

"A little. I've only been here for a day and it feels strange." You admitted, wrapping your arms around his waist and leaning your head on his back, "You ready for tonight?"

"No." He admitted, "But it's a game, just like any other game." He shrugged with a sigh.

"It is, but it's not." You shook your head, spinning him around so he was facing it, "Have fun tonight, enjoy yourself." You told him, helping him tie his tie.

"I will." He nodded, a smile on his face as he watched you, "You have fun tonight, too." He nudged you.

"I will. In between all the crying and cheering." You joked, wrapping him in a hug, "I'm so proud of you, EJ."

"None of this would be possible without you." He hummed happily.

Later that night, walking back into Ball Arena, you were having an intense sense of deja vu. Everything was exactly the same but felt new at the same time.

You made your way down to the ice with the Landeskog family, who had made a sign for Erik, which made you cry the first time you saw it. After Zach saw it, he decided he wanted to make one too, so you quickly bought supplies and made a simple sign that read 'We love you, dad' and had his number on it.

You waited by the glass, Zach standing in front of you, bouncing on the balls of his feet, the Landeskog family on either side of you with their own signs.

Zach looked up at you, gesturing for you to bend down to his level, "I miss it here." Zach whispered.

You pulled away and smiled sadly, pressing a kiss to his head and hugging him, "I miss it here, too." You hummed, hugging him. You danced around with Zach, waiting for warmups to start.

A cameraman stopped beside you and Gabe, asking if you wanted to be on the jumbotron, and before you could respond, Zach spoke up before you, "Yes!" So, before you knew it, the four of you were on the jumbotron, showing off your signs.

You heard the crowd's reaction to seeing their captain, but then also to seeing Zach Johnson and Linnea Landeskog in the arena. you kept your kids' lives private but not a secret so people knew about them.

You looked around the Sabres side of the warmup ice and saw a good amount of people with signs for Erik, which warmed your heart and brought a few tears to your eyes, "Oh no, it's starting." Gabe teased.

When the guys skated out, you easily spotted Erik. There was a loud cheer that you knew would only get louder as the arena filled with more people. He skated a few laps, spotting you on the 3rd go-around.

He skated up to the ice with a few pucks. He handed one to Linnea through the photo hole and gave Lucas a few fistbumps, then handed one to Zach and two more to you, which you would pack in your suitcase and bring back to Lila and Ivy.

He gave Zach and fistbump and blew a few kisses before skating off. You wiped a few tears as you watched him skate off, "Don't cry." Melissa pulled you in for a hug.

"It's only going downhill from here." You laughed, knowing that the tribute video was coming up later. You stayed for all of the warmups, watching and marveling at all the people.

You made your way up to your seats, where a few of the other girls were sitting. They greeted you the same way Melissa had, with big hugs. You took your seat and took everything in. There was a buzz in the air. It felt like home.

A little through the first period, the tribute video played. The video had barely started, and you were already crying. The video started and played the videos of him getting drafts, his best goals, winning the cup, everything. You were surprised to see a clip of you and him in the montage.

It was a short clip of you running up to him after they had won the cup and let all the families on the ice. You found him in the sea of people and jumped into his arms, hugging him. The audio in the video was a little busy due to the commotion around you, but your voices were clear.

"You did it!" You said, your voice muffled due to you shoving your face into his neck, but the microphone he was wearing caught it.

"We did it, baby.” He corrected you, squeezing you tighter and pressing a kiss to your head before shoving his head in your neck.

The montage ended with a video of celly's and the interview he did with Emily Kaplan after winning the cup and talking about how he thought he would have to retire and how proud he was of the team.

After the 'Thank you Erik Johnson' picture flashed on the screen, he skated away from the bench and skated around, raising an appreciative hand to the crowd, a thankful and proud smile on his face as he looked out into the sea of people.

Your phone was out the entire time, taking a shaky video as your hands shook. You couldn't stop smiling and only cried more when the crowd started chanting, "EJ, EJ, EJ!"

After the game, you made your way down to the locker room with Zach, who had fallen asleep halfway through the third period. You could see his eyes closing and then shooting open every few seconds before he finally crashed and fell asleep, his head in your lap.

You carried him to the best of your ability down to the locker room and waited for Erik. A few of the Avs (7 guys) came down to the guest dressing room to talk to Erik, but when they saw you, they changed directions and made their way over to you.

Eventually, Erik came out, and when he did, they all cheered and clapped for him. He smiled, setting his stuff down and hugging every single one of them. He talked with them for a few minutes before they all said their goodbyes and made him promise he would get lunch with them before he left.

Once they were gone, it left you and Erik alone. You stared at him, an overwhelmed look on your face as you thought about the events of the night, "They're letting me stay at home tonight again."

"Good." You nodded, wanting to spend a night with him before he would be gone again. You wrapped your arms around him the best you could without jostling Zach too much, "I'm so proud of you." You whispered.

"I love you." He mumbled into your hair, pressing a kiss to your hair.

"I love you, too." You pulled away with a smile on your face.

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brisquad-unit-4402 · 1 year

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slow dancing with ike

turning up to luca’s 12 minutes stream early in the game when you can dance with your wife got me in the mood to listen to some romantic oldies while writing my next request but then blue moon by dean martin came up, and i made the connection that ike is blue, and that he sings, and that you can dance with your wife and agh argh aggh just take the fluffy warmup

update from the day after i wrote that author’s note: just finished the 12 minutes stream. no spoilers but AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AUAUGH AUGH GGGHAHHH AAAAGGAAAH GWAAAAAAAAAAAAAUGH [distant minecraft injury noise]

anyways check this out while you read i promise it’s worth it

tags: fluff, just straight unadulterated fluff, yeah okay i finally used älskling are you happy now, gender neutral reader

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

“Hey. Hug me?”

Ike wraps himself around your body, and you sink into his embrace. As gentle as the novelist is, when he holds you it’s always just enough that you feel sensitive but secure, like a treasured plushie.

You aren’t sure exactly what got you in a clingy mood today. You both spent the day on errands by yourselves, and by the time Ike got home after you, you were both too pooped to cook, so you called a delivery pizza and called it a day.

Maybe the candles had done it? Earlier that afternoon, you met up with a friend and he dumped some unused votives on you as thanks for a favor. When you got home, you figured you’d light them and try out the scent. Sure enough, your home was filled with an aroma that smelled something divine, and when the pizza arrived, neither of you bothered to flick the overhead light on and instead dined in the romantic candlelight with a decidedly unromantic dinner.

Doesn’t matter now. Your appetite was satisfied, and with Ike around your grasp, you were at peace. What a beautiful night, and what a beautiful man. He’s got to be an angel on Earth, there’s no way there’s someone this perfectly kind, perfectly witty, perfectly handsome just shows up naturally. And for you, no less, what a gift it is to be held by Ike!

You lift your head off his shoulder to aim for his lips, and when he meets your kiss you’re certain, this is your heaven.

The space in the crook of his neck is the perfect resting place for your head, and you lean back into him as you sway from one foot to another. A hand trails down his arm to meet his fingers and rises with his palm in yours, and just like that you’ve got him in a position perfect for slow dancing. In fact, he’s picked up what you’re trying to do already, and goes along with your lead.

“This is what we’re doing now?” Ike asks the question innocently, like he doesn’t know the answer.

“If you’d have me.”

“I’m not much of a dancer.”

“Me neither.” With the next step, you circle around your living room by the candlelight and sweet scent in the air. “I don’t really care for the complex styles of dancing with a partner. I just like doing it.”

“Well, I can’t complain about that.” Ike wasn’t lying about his inexperience. His first steps are unconfident, but he follows your initiative relatively well, and soon enough you move as one, simple but in sync.

The steps are slow, and when the circle is complete Ike lets go of one hand. You unravel yourself in a flourish, and before a moment passes you’re back in his grasp. The light tailwind brushes a lock of his hair to the side, and his seaglass eyes crinkle in quiet delight. “This is nice.”

“I’m surprised it took me this long to goad you into it,” you say. “I wish I played some music before we started, though. I don’t wanna leave, but dancing in silence is tough.”

“Let me remember something.”

Ike’s eyes close, and he squeezes your hand as if a silent plea to keep him safe, to never let him go. You keep a predictable rhythm and hold him closer. You’re leading, after all, and it wouldn’t do if you lost track of him when he trusts you to keep him steady.

When he returns to you there’s a faraway look in his seaglass, the type of foggy clarity that only comes to him when he has a song in mind. “Blue moon, you saw me standing alone with a dream in my heart, without a love of my own…”

You dance, and Ike sings. His voice meshes well with the rhythm you lead him in. The candlelight casts shadows upon his features as you place your lips along his cheek down his neck.

“Blue moon, you knew just what I was there for-” You don’t miss how his breath catches when your kiss falls right under his earlobe. “You heard me saying a prayer for someone I really could care for.”

The song pauses as you toy with his sensitive ears. You look up at him with a mix of pouting and pleading.

“Darling, if you want me to sing, then don’t tease me. That comes later.”

“Party pooper,” you joke.

But you obey, and weave your arms around his neck in a new embrace, more intimate than the last. Your head rests against his collar, and you catch a hint of his cologne. Coffee and traces of fruit follow you as you feel his heartbeat.

The song continues. “And then there suddenly appeared before me, the only one my arms will hold.”

Ike’s hands reposition. One curls around your waist to keep you stable, while the other cards through your hair. “I heard somebody whisper, ‘please adore me,’ and when I looked, the moon had turned to gold.”

The hand on your head tilts you to meet Ike’s eyes, glistening with tenderness through the green and blue. His gaze goes straight through your heart and into your core, until his long lashes flutter closed and his lips are against yours.

Ike is soft. He always has been, and there’s so much strength in being so soft. His mouth fits against yours perfectly, and every little movement enchants you more and more.

The hand on your waist pulls you closer, tighter, and travels up the small of your back along your spine to your shoulder while keeping your head in place even as you shift to get closer to him. You’re never close enough. But you still have him by the neck, and your nails glide along the nape of his neck as you cling to him. Just like that, his sweet kiss is even more magnetic.

Your eyes are slow to open once you part, but when they regain their vision Ike is the handsomest man in the world, and everything apart from him blurs away.

“Please don’t let me go,” you whisper. “Please don’t stop. I need you.”

“Älskling,” Ike purrs, and you can’t even pretend to resist anymore. You return another kiss like a second life. You pulse in pure adoration when you meet the other side of his mouth, so warm and inviting. Ike intoxicates you until every last thought is how he plays with your hair, how gorgeous his little noises are, how good it all feels.

You’ve never felt more loved.

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inkareds · 10 months

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Flying Together Miles Morales

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✧.* word count: 3.3k ✧.* genre: Fluff ✧.* warnings: the reader is an aerialist so is assumed to be physically fit, but otherwise they are completely neutral

Miles finally realised how brave you truly were to be part of a circus troupe as an aerialist

This is heavily self-indulgent because I'm also an aerialist (mainly with lyra and silks) who desperately want to be able to do flying trapeze sometime in the future :')

"You do this without a safety net?!" Miles looked around as he walked into the gym space. All starry-eyed, he looked at the many aerialist training on their different apparatuses.

“Well, the flying trapeze people get a foam pit, mostly because of space reasons.” You explained as you pointed over towards the specific area where a foam pit lay, on either side of the foam pit was a tower where people would climb and then perform their act.

You couldn’t help but grin ear to ear as you watched Miles look around your space. The circus gym was like your second home at this point with how much time you’ve spent. So having him finally visit the space and meet all your teammates excited you.

Miles looked about the space, it was built similarly to a gymnastic gymnasium. Though instead of the normal gymnastic apparatuses, everywhere he looked were gears for different kinds of circus acts.

“Have you done all these?” He asked with so much admiration in his eyes that you couldn’t help but feel slightly flustered.

“Not really,” you chuckled diverting your gaze from your boyfriend, “I’m an aerialist so I mostly stick to the aerial stuff. Y’know, like aerial hoop, aerial silks, static and flying trapeze oh but I’m also learning-”

As you continued explaining, Miles listened to you intently. After all, it wasn’t every day he got to see you so passionate about something. He nodded along with what you were saying, not really understanding everything as you had now started to explain the semantics of being up in the air. He didn’t realise how complicated it was to actually be upside down until now, he just does it. Nothing happens thanks to his spider powers.

But when it comes to you, you had to remember to breathe, remember not to be there for too long, and remember to engage your muscles lest you want to accidentally pull something. All of it became second nature to you once you got used to it. Though with him, all of it was second nature the moment he did it. He wondered if any of the other spider-people had to deal with the issues you talked about.

Right as you started explaining about flying trapeze and your role in the performance your troupe was about to do very soon, one of your teammates called out to you.

“Oh shit, I have to go, you can watch me practice if you want?” You shrugged off your jacket as you started your stretches.

“Yeah, that’s cool.” He shrugged making his way over to the many benches on the side of the gym.

Miles started to actually pay attention to the people around him the moment he sat down.

There was someone in the aerial hoop apparatus teaching a student of theirs how to grip the hoop properly. Another person just got down from performing some flips on the silks only to groan at his burning hands, their spotters chuckling as they scolded him for not doing enough warmups. The final person he observed was you. You had just climbed up to the tower to get started on some flying trapeze routines.

His eyes widened the moment he saw you confidently take off, your hands gripping the bar as your body swung by. He saw the large smile on your face as your core tightened to force your body to swing backwards and land back on the tower platform.

You turned to speak something with your teammates, motioning to your hands before looking towards Miles and beaming him with a large smile all before jumping off again. At that moment he felt all the love he had for you rush to him like a crashing wave. Unbeknownst to you, he swung himself from building to building every single day. All with the knowledge that if he ever misstep, he had his healing factor, his inhuman strength, and his webs to catch him.

But with you, every time you jump off that platform and you take off into the open air of the circus gymnasium, there’s nothing there to catch you if things went wrong. Only something to cushion your fall. Yet, you still do it, all with a massive grin on your face as you flipped around and a teammate catches you.

He knows he isn’t special to be able to do what he does, there are thousands of spider-people out there doing the exact thing he did. Yet, when he looked around, seeing these truly fearless people put their trust into their hard work and muscles. When at any time they could fall, and those who didn’t do the trapeze, break a bone or injure themselves badly. He didn’t know how they could do it.

Throughout the rest of your practice time, he had a warm feeling in his chest.

When you finished, Miles insisted on walking you home. Joking about how it was the gentlemanly thing to do, to which you only responded by bumping his elbow. Stating how adorable he was when he tried to be chivalrous. Through the laughter and jokes, he finally asked you the question he had been dying to ask you ever since he saw you in action.

“Do you not get scared?” You smiled at his question.

“I used to, I still sometimes do, but whenever I do I just think about the fact that there’s this person out there who does exactly what I do but without the fixed routines and spaces I’m given.” You looked down at your feet as you explained, “When I think about it that way, I forget about being scared.”

Miles felt his chest tighten at your explanation. He knows you’re talking about Spiderman and the fact that his existence could make you feel that way makes him feel things. Though through the silence and wide eyes, he realised he needed to act normal about your statement. Quick, what would Miles who wasn’t Spiderman say to you at this moment?!

“Didn’t know you were such a fan.” He mumbled awkwardly after clearing his throat.

Shoving his hands in his pockets in an attempt to act casual. You rolled your eyes at his statement, lightly nudging his side.

“I just think he’s pretty cool, that’s all.” Now Miles' eyes were wide open.

“Really?” he elongated the y in the word.

“Yeah, I mean he swings around and fights crime, who wouldn’t think he’s cool? Also, he does tricks in the air too! A lot of my teammates tried to do some of the tricks, they don’t do it as well though.”

“Well, I mean, he has powers, so I think his tricks are harder for normal people to do.” Miles rambled. “He also got his webs that lets him go anywhere, you don’t got that in trapeze or any of the other things there.” He explained.

You nodded along with him, “I guess you’re right.” Miles couldn’t really pinpoint why, but he must’ve said something wrong as your expression fell slightly the moment he stopped talking.

Before he could correct himself and lighten up the mood again, the two of you had reached the front of your flat. You both said your goodbyes, but the moment you got to your door you looked back to Miles.

“You’re coming to my performance on Saturday, right?” You asked hesitantly.

Miles nodded excitedly, “Of course I will.”

His simple response made a bright smile creep its way to your face.

“Alright, cause,” you hesitated, wondering if you should say it. “I based my routine off of you.”

Before he could respond anything you opened the door to your flat and run in. Ignoring the fact that Miles stood there like a baby deer in headlights, shocked and speechless. Of course, all before a love-sick grin made its way to his face. He’s definitely looking forward to Saturday.

When Saturday did come, you looked out the curtains when the first act had just finished to find that Miles wasn’t anywhere in the crowd. Your lips tightened into a thin line at the thought of Miles not making it to your big performance but you brushed it aside. He must just be late.

So, you toughened it out. There was still around an hour before your act, the final act. You wouldn’t be the sole flyer of the act, but you’d be the centre of everyone’s attention considering yours would be the furthest ones.

You just hoped Miles was here to see it.

To no knowledge of yours, Miles was currently trying to swing his fastest towards the location of your performance. He had decided to take up some daytime patrolling today, considering how he wouldn’t be able to do any of it at night due to being with you. But then he got way too caught up and one thing led to another, so now he was late.

As he swung around the city he passed by a street he frequented, a guy whose been watching him from across the block yelled out to him, phone in hand.

“Do a trick!”

With a chuckle and, to be honest, for his ego, knowing it’ll be posted. He flew himself off his web and spun his body around in the air before webbing himself up from the ground before he could fall. The people around him cheered at him as he chuckled and quickly swung away in your direction.

The time was nearing even more, the act right before your show had just wrapped up. You still hadn’t seen Miles around the audience.

“Hey,” one of your catchers tapped your shoulders seeing how anxious you were getting, “He’ll show, don’t worry too much about it.” They spoke right before it was their turn to go up to the rig.

You shook your head and gritted your teeth. They were right, Miles will show up, he knows how important this is to you. So, with a deep breath, you prepared yourself mentally for your performance.

As the song started to play, you walked out with a bright smile. The crowd goes wild as the lights blared in your direction, blinding your view of the crowd. When the beat quickened you knew it was time for you to climb the trapeze rig and begin the tricks portion of your act.

Your quickening heartbeat deafened your ears as you best to strain them to listen to the music beats through the loud noises of the crowd’s cheers.

Though you didn’t see it, Miles had made it just in time. He realised he was extremely late, but knowing that your act was the final one he figured he’d still come in time to see your act. But because at this point all the seats were taken up, he stayed near the entrance of the show stage and watched from the corner.

Miles mumbled your name under his breath when he saw the way you looked. You looked ravishing, your face caked with stage makeup and a shiny costume. Despite how far away you were from where he was watching his senses let him see you much closer than anyone else.

He cemented the way you looked in his memory, wanting to sketch this in his book later on. But just as you were getting to the last hold to get up to your rig, your hand missed the hold. Almost on instinct, Miles readied to lunge forward his costume still underneath his civilian outfit. But, one of your teammates grabbed a hold of your hand and pulled you up.

He saw the way your expression fell from the careless mistake. Why were you so nervous? Your head slightly turned towards the audience and he realised why you were nervous. You were looking for him. Miles immediately beat himself up for it, but he stepped forward a little towards the light. Hoping you would catch his eyes.

You scanned the room a couple of times, your heart dropping at every second you didn’t see your boyfriend. But finally, your eyes met his, and just like that, all the anxious energy in your heart dissipated.

“You got this.” Miles mouthed towards you.

He knew you probably wouldn’t be able to see it, not with all the bright spotlight in your eyes. But from the way your eyes lit up and your smile got even larger, he realised it didn’t matter what he said to you. The fact that he was there at all was enough.

Funny, he thought to himself. After all, the fact that you were there with him, despite not knowing the secrets he withheld from you, was also enough for him.

With your confidence boosted you performed.

Along with the music and the practised routine of your teammates, all of you performed with pizzazz. Miles watched and cheered along with the audience. Yelling slightly louder than the people around him more than once.

When your final move came, you took a deep breath. You had only successfully tried this trick once, amongst the countless times you had practised it. You knew it was possible, after all, it is an official move. But no one else in your gym had been able to get it right.

You wanted to get it right.

You had to.

After all, your choreo was dedicated to Miles Morales. You needed to hit this trick.

Opening your eyes wide, you let the wind catch you as you leapt off the platform. The wind against your skin, your mind focused on the next things you had to do. For a moment, time slowed down.

You could feel your palms burning from all the tricks you’ve been doing. You could feel the sheen of sweat and the way your stage makeup refused to melt off. You could hear the way the crowd’s breath hitched at the final trick. You had to make it. You will make it.

Swinging ones to the front you pulled your body back for the momentum. When your body was high enough you immediately threw yourself forward, propelling yourself to the sky right at the moment you see the catcher in front of you leap from her own platform.

The moment you let go of your bar you willed your body to stand in the air as your hands folded in front of your chest and you forced yourself to twist upon itself. Spinning mid-air, a full twisting double.

Miles' eyes blew wide the moment you landed the trick, as you fell to the ground your catcher immediately took your hands in theirs and flung you to the other platform as crowds cheered. He stood there, frozen.

That was Spiderman’s trick. You landed Spiderman’s trick.

When the realisation hit him, he erupted into cheers. His own applauses were drowned out by the crowd but as he watched you take your bow he realised you were just looking at him.

After your bows, you ran backstage and Miles followed.

Behind the stage, acrobats and aerialists were already taking off their greasy makeup. Congratulating and hugging everyone they come across with tears in their eyes. Months of work and training have finally come to a close. And the show was a hit.

Throughout the rush of people congratulating you for your success, you weaved around from them. Of course, you expressed your gratitude, but you needed to see someone else right now.

Miles embraced you the moment he saw you. Not caring about your sweaty body or your stage makeup, not even your chalky hands that definitely left an imprint on his clothes. He only wanted to hold you right now.

“You were incredible!” He enunciated every word, a bright smile on his face as he continuously cheered for you. “I’m sorry I wasn’t here from the start but the way all of you were just flying in the air! And that trick you did halfway through where you flipped mid-air?! How’d you do that?!”

Miles wouldn’t stop talking as he kept complimenting your performance.

“I’m just going to change and take all of this off real quick, wait for me?” Miles nodded enthusiastically.

“Well, duh.” You chuckled before going to the dressing room to change.

When you got back to Miles he was already ready to walk you home. The way back home was quiet, mainly because the adrenaline within the two of you finally ran its course. What was left was exhaustion on your part and a busy mind trying to process everything that just happened on Miles’ part.

Because he was doing all of that, one moment stuck out to him. The last move, the last trick, was supposed to be the most special trick. It was the closing move and if your choreography was dedicated to him, why did you do Spiderman’s trick?

“Hey, what was that last trick you did?” Miles started. With the way your eyes lit up, he realised you were waiting for him to realise.

“It’s a full-twisting double.” You smiled.

“Oh- huh- guess you gotta sneak a move for Spiderman in there? Right?” he joked.

Though his heart stopped when you stopped walking. Miles turned around to find you staring at him.

“Is something wrong?” he started, slowly getting antsy.

“Miles,” you spoke, “You know you’re not good at hiding it, right?” His mind ran a thousand different scenarios. Though it landed on one.

“Pshhh, what? What are you talking about?” He shrugged, averting his gaze from you.

“That wasn’t for Spiderman, that was for you, Miles Morales, my Spiderman.” You stepped closer towards him.

“What?! Spiderman? Oh you mean like, you idolise me and stuff. I don’t know nothing about Spiderman.” He rambled on as took step after step closer to him. “I don’t know what you’re talking about-”

To cut him off, you pulled him in for a kiss. Both your lips crash into one another in an unsynchronised manner. Miles let himself be shushed in favour of your affection. When you did pull away, he chased after you, causing you to slightly chuckle.

With the way, you looked at him, all doe-eyed and in love. He couldn’t help but admit it.

“How’d you find out though?” He said with a lop-sided grin.

“Well,” And then you began explaining. It started with the inconsistencies.

There were times when he’d disappear and you’d ask him where he went off to only for him to tell one story and then tell a completely different one the next time you asked him. At first, you thought he was hiding something else, but then other things started happening.

The biggest one was the first time you showed off one of your tricks to him on video and his reaction, safe to say wasn’t like most people.

“What if I was just some guy who wasn’t easily impressed?!” Miles argued.

“Nope! That’s not it! You started talking to me about the physics of it and like the momentum and stuff. Something only someone who has done it would know about! That alone wouldn’t have been suspicious but c’mon with all the other stuff?! It was just a matter of time before when I’d get it!”

Miles groaned while his head hung long. Though not long after he smiled.

“Guess I didn’t have to worry about anything at all huh?” You shook your head at his response.

It was true, he shouldn’t have worried about telling you his secret. You would’ve figured it out either way, but there was no harm in telling you. The most it would change was you’d be much more understanding now and he wouldn’t have to lie to you so much.

A comfortable silence slipped between the two of you as you made the final stretch towards your home. A silence that was broken by your voice.

“So, could you train with me with your webs when I can’t go to the gym?”

“No.”

#miles morales #miles morales x reader #miles x reader #miles morales x you #miles x you #spiderman atsv #atsv #spiderman #spiderman x you #spiderman x reader #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman into the spiderverse #spiderman itsv #itsv

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anthrofreshtodeath · 1 year

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tattoo parlor or celebrity! also bones crossover 👀 I just started season 6 on my rewatch- oh my slow burn

I want to do the Bones crossover so badly but have self-doubt about doing it justice. It'll come eventually.

Also this is a You Only Live Twice snippet disguised as a celebrity AU so whoops. At least Jane and Frankie are celebrities in that universe😂

Frankie Rizzoli, Jr. stood next to the green lined cages with a bat in his hands, even though he hadn’t taken any swings since high school. He had been a notoriously bad hitter - do you have to stink it up so bad?, his sister would complain - so bad that even as he watched now, he got that familiar slither of nerve sweats down his back.

That could have been the Arizona heat, however. It was persnickety in the spring, wavering between chilly in the midmorning and oppressive in the afternoon. Afternoon approached now, the sound of maple against leather- pop pop pop - its clarion call.

Bats on balls always ushered in the start of spring.

Frankie routinely spent his times in between warmups and bullpen sessions watching Mariners hitters so that he could reacquaint himself with the sight of a batter. None stood in the box across from him until the second week of Spring Training, but he needed longer than that to pump competition into his veins. Their objective? See ball, hit ball. His? Throw ball, miss bat. Thus, the reconnaissance behind enemy lines.

The cages had hit that cacophonous sort of rhythm, if it could be explained that way - the interplay between the whir of pitching machines, batted balls, and hits striking the aluminum fencing - sputtered to background noise when about ten Mariners dropped their work for a commotion at the front entrance.

Frankie couldn’t make out what they gathered around, and he squinted when he walked over there because the opening to the cage area faced the sun. At first, he saw white. Then, the mesas of the Arizona desert came into view until they bled into close-by hills and the light towers of Peoria Sports Complex. His eyes adjusted to the sun and when they did, his sister appeared, surrounded by a gaggle of grown men.

Jane Rizzoli wore the Angels’ Spring Training uniform, the red button up jersey with the A emblazoned over her left breast, tucked into white pants with a red pinstripe. She had Frankie’s most recent New Balance turf shoe on, too, but none of that enticed the Mariners saying hello.

No, Aria, the two-and-a-half year-old with the brown-blonde hair up in a bun atop her head enticed them. She wore a small jersey with her own surname on it, Rizzoli with the number 10, and except for the color, it matched Frankie’s teal one. She looked like she had just woken up from a nap by the way Jane carried her on a hip and the way her glossy stare went through them rather than to them.

Frankie pushed his way past his teammates. At 33 and a decade on the team, he’d earned a right to do so. Especially as the ace, a fact about her uncle he’d never let Aria forget. “Hey, hey! Look who’s here!” He greeted her, all smiles and waving arms with his big chest puffed out. She turned to him right away, but her face remained unchanged. Frankie chuckled to himself. “Asleep on the car ride over here, huh?” he asked Jane when he reached for Aria.

Jane adjusted the hat over her low ponytail as soon as Frankie took over. “The whole forty minutes from Tempe,” she replied, and Frankie thought she might have rolled her eyes behind her Oakley glasses. She shrugged her duffel bag closer to her shoulder. “She’s gonna want down in a minute. She’s just gotta wake up.”

“She’s too young to remember when you guys visited us last spring, but she’ll get the hang of it,” Frankie said.

Julio Rodriguez himself caught up to Frankie, and clapped him on the back just so he could get some facetime with Aria. “She gonna be a power hitter with how much she come here,” said Julio, ruffling her hair with his sprawling hand.

The group of them walked the few feet back into the tunnel toward the batting cages and Jane bumped shoulders with Julio when she put her sunglasses on the brim of her hat. “That’s the plan. Watchin’ you’ll only help,” she said. “Thanks for havin’ her.”

“You kidding me? Anytime,” Julio responded. Like clockwork, Aria grumbled as she listened to the adults around her talk until her uncle put her down. “Now,” Julio began again, “get her in there.”

“You hear that, kid? Get in the cage, let’s go. You’re late for barrel work,” Jane deadpanned, summoning Aria to the fence like she would any of her Angels hitters.

Julio pulled a tiny tee out from behind the pitching machine, one that stayed around for all the Mariners kids should they drop by. Aria helped Jane unzip the bag she put down on the carpeted floor, and pulled out a foam bat just her size.

Jane stuck the ball on the tee and then stepped back, winking at Julio. “A’right, show ‘em what you do,” she encouraged. Aria, with a gaze of concentration stood on the left side of the tee and whacked the cloth ball a few feet away.

“Ma, run!” she ordered when she threw the bat. She pointed forward where a base might of been had they been on a field.

“You run!” Jane ordered back with a deep belly laugh. “You’re the one who hit it!”

“You see her flippin’ that bat?!” Frankie bellowed, arms crossed against the backstop. “She’s a celebrity already.”

“Don’t let her hear that,” Jane said when Aria wobbled on less-than-certain feet toward the pitching machine and toward the great Julio Rodriguez himself. “Don’t let Maura hear that, either. I’m gonna have to send her to LineDrive when she turns five.”

Frankie held his bat out and tapped his sister’s chest with it. “Ah, stop and smell the roses, would ya? You’re the parent of a prodigy. Spring’s here. Baseball’s back.”

“You’re right, you’re right,” said Jane. She took hold of Frankie’s barrel until she held the handle in her own grip. “Baseball’s back.”

#lauren writes rizzoli and isles fanfiction #otp prompts march 2023 #ask anthrofreshtodeath #you only live twice #coronita heights #that concludes the otp prompts for this month!#who knows - we may do another soon #thank you all for participating and engaging!#tattoo parlor is intriguing and I may revisit that later

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autumnalwalker · 1 year

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Empty Names - 3 - Dance Partners

Author's Note: The third of four character intro chapters. One half monster movie chase scene, one half extended fight scene, so a bit more violent than the last chapter, but not by much, with the bloodiest part left implied off-screen. Word Count: 4,108 Content Warnings: Genre-typical violence. Blood. Broken bones (brief mention). Death (off-screen). Loss of control of a motor vehicle. Once again, if anyone reads this and sees something that I should have included a content warning for, let me know and I'll go back and add it.

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A girl in a prom dress stood crying at the edge of a moonlit lake. Her date stood her up. She lied to her papa when she asked to borrow his pickup, saying she would go to the school on her own anyway.

*******

Eris runs through her warmup stretches in a red tracksuit on the edge of a moonlit lake. Her dance partner should be here any time now. She glances back at her van in consideration before deciding she has all she needs for tonight.

*******

The girl realized her makeup was running. Not that all the hours she’d spent over the past two years perfecting it had made a difference in the end. All the blush and mascara in the world wouldn’t change the fact that she was a tall freak with big arms and callused hands. The fact that she’d been asked out at all was probably a prank.

Still, the feeling of her work from earlier in the evening coming undone was enough to spur her into reining in her tears at least a little. She’d come out to the lake to make herself feel better, so that’s what she was going to do. She wiped away her tears, ignored the cleaning fees the smudged makeup on her dress was going to incur, and tried to take in the natural beauty she’d come here for. And then tried not to feel hurt all over again when she noticed the couple making out further down the shore.

But what was that shape in the water moving toward them?

*******

Eris looks out over the lake. Still no sign of her dance partner. Perhaps he’s hiding and waiting for her to find him. It wouldn’t be the first time he tried to surprise her like that.

But where if not right here at the edge of the water? The visitor center? No, the two of them had made a mess of that place just last year and he liked to change things up. The camp cabins? Maybe, but that’s further from the water than he usually prefers and she’d already verified that no one was booked to be staying there tonight, so it wasn’t likely he’d be there getting started early with someone else. Oh, maybe the boathouse. “Closed for renovations” signs have always been like invitations for him.

After making her way over to the boathouse she pauses in front of the smudged glass door and indulges a passing whimsy to strike a pose in the pool of yellow light beneath a flickering incandescent lamp. She likes to think she cuts an intimidating figure, standing taller than most men, muscles gained from a decade of vigorous training and demanding work bulging against the tracksuit as she flexes, and eagerly grinning teeth catching the light just so. Yes, dramatically posing like this is definitely cool and intimidating, and not silly in the slightest.

But enough of that, there’s a dance to be had.

*******

The girl walked down the shore to get a better look at the shape in the water, drawn by morbid curiosity and a vague sense of dread. It wasn’t the distraction from her woes she’d come to the lake looking for, but she’d take it all the same.

At first it was just an odd ripple in the otherwise placid dark water. Probably just a duck, or maybe a turtle. Hard to tell from the distance she was at, but something felt off about it. As she got closer to the couple and the thing in the water got closer to the shore it seemed to get bigger. Or had it just been mostly underwater and was starting to surface? A gator?

The girl was hardly fifty feet away from the couple who were too busy working their hands under each other's clothes to notice her approach when the thing in the water breached the surface. It was a man, or so she thought at first. A deathly pale man with a glistening bald head rising up from the lake. But, why did his skin have a greenish tinge to it? And his face! What man has lips that wrap around the full length of his jaw?

The girl froze as she saw the man - the creature - walk out of the lake. Once its gaunt and bare chest was above the water it raised an arm toward the couple on the shore and made a grasping motion with its too-long fingers. A too-long tongue stretched down past a too-sharp chin as it licked its too-wide lips before opening its maw to reveal its far, far too-numerous teeth.

*******

Eris tries the door and finds it locked. Disappointed but not surprised, she pulls harder on the handle until the old timber of the doorframe splinters and tears off in a chunk to allow the door to swing open. She figures it’s not a big deal since the place is getting renovated anyway.

Nothing happens when she tries the lightswitch just inside. She debates for a moment on whether to go looking for a circuit breaker before pulling a metal flashlight from a pocket and opting to just use that. Swinging the beam of light around the room, it looks like the renovations have just gotten started. The plastic kayaks stacked against the far wall haven’t been moved out yet and it’s the same old half-rotten safety railing around the water in the center, but the rental counter and the old containers of fishing equipment that used to line the near wall have been torn away leaving only sawdust and splinters.

An unexpected pang of nostalgia hits Eris as the memory of a childhood summer’s day out on the lake with her papa risen unbidden. She pushes it away.

Stepping further inside, it doesn’t look like the equipment the renovation crew left behind has been disturbed. Nor have the locks on the double doors leading out to the lake. Not that that means much. Eris looks up, scanning the rafters with the flashlight just in case her dance partner’s decided to really mix things up this year. Nothing but cobwebs. That just leaves the obvious hiding place.

Leaning over the safety rail to look into the water, Eris fails to make out anything beneath. The green-brown murk is too cloudy for the flashlight to pierce. Eris grins. It wouldn’t be cloudy like that if there wasn’t something down there stirring it up. She walks over to a pallet of un-rotted lumber and places the flashlight down on top of it before taking her place at the kayak-side boarding section of the dock without the railing.

A pale, scale-covered hand darts out of the water and grabs her ankle.

“Got you,” Eris says.

*******

The girl did not think about what she was doing when she called out. Not the first time to get the couple’s attention, and not the second time to warn them of the unnatural thing coming from the water. Nor did the ramifications on her own safety cross her mind when she picked up a stone and threw it at the creature that was coming faster now toward the couple who was too busy screaming to run.

Such thoughts came after the stone collided with the creature’s head, causing it to recoil momentarily before turning to set its sights on her. The moment between realizing what she’d just brought upon herself and turning to flee was the first time the girl ever swore aloud.

*******

Eris braces herself against the hand’s attempt to pull her into the water. Between tugs she bends down and snaps a makeshift stake from the dock’s planking. Grabbing the wrist of the thing grabbing her with one hand, she stabs and tears the fleshy webbing between the fingers around her ankle with the other. The moment the hand from the water lets go in pain Eris drops the splintered wood and takes hold of its wrist with both hands.

She gives a wordless shout of exertion and thrill as she hauls her dance partner out of the water. She adjusts her grip as she lifts until one hand finds purchase on a bony plate near its midsection, enabling her to transition the maneuver into a suplex as she leans back. They both hit the boathouse floor to the sound of cracking wood and tumbling kayaks. Eris rolls out of the way of the latter and to her feet. Sidestepping out of the flashlight’s beam, she lets her dance partner have the spotlight for a moment.

The creature’s thrashing soon gets it out from under the pile of neon pink and yellow boats and off of its turtle-shelled back. It leans forward on arms long enough to press its palms flat to the floor while still remaining mostly upright. A pale green slime drips from the parts of its body not covered in scale or shell. It locks its gaze on Eris, pupils contracting into slits from the light, and a deep low hiss escapes its elongated toothy snout.

“Damn,” Eris says as if in response, “you get uglier and dumber every year.”

*******

The girl glanced back over her shoulder as she ran. The pale man was fully out of the water now and chasing after her. She didn’t see the couple.

She put her eyes back forward and focused on not tripping over the stupid dress she never should have rented. Now she just needed to get back to the truck in the visitor center parking lot and drive away to safety. And then maybe call the police or something. But would they even believe her? She pushed the thought aside. She could worry about that after she got away.

“Why are you running?” said a voice from behind her. The words came out slurred and wet. “I’m not going to hurt you. I just want to talk.”

The girl chanced another look behind her. The pale man was closer now and hardly showing any effort. She tried to push herself to go faster despite her burning lungs, only to trip and fall. The gargling noise from behind her was barely recognizable as laughter.

“Okay, it might hurt a little, but I promise it won’t last long.”

*******

Eris readies herself for the beast’s expected charge. When it instead throws a kayak at her she recognizes the maneuver for the feint it is, catching the airborne boat and repurposing it from makeshift projectile to makeshift club as she swings at the momentary blind spot in her field of view. The creature, now right on top of her, slaps the kayak from her grapes, sending it into the water.

A roar and their dance finally begins in earnest. As her dance partner flails its long arms about in swipes that shatter safety railing and scatter construction equipment Eris darts in and out. Jab the soft spot, jump back out of reach. Kick the knee with a steel-toed boot, duck the bite. Uppercut the jaw, block the retaliatory punch. Repeat.

But the back and forth quickly becomes more back than forth for the monster hunter. There are fewer soft spots to hit this year, limiting her directions of attack. The scales are rougher this time around, tearing her sleeves and scraping her arms when she tries to block. Slowly but surely, Eris is being pushed backward around the U shape of the boathouse floor until the two of them pass the door she came in from.

With little space left to retreat to, Eris goes for a blow to the head that sends her dance partner stumbling into the wall and opens room for her to run back around to the other side. She’s between the creature and the water when it grabs her by the neck and lifts her off her feet.

Only slightly off-plan.

*******

The girl felt clammy hands grasp her shoulders and haul her to her feet. The hands spun her around until she was face to toothy face with the pale man.

“Didn’t your mother ever tell you not to throw rocks at people?” the man asked, making the girl gag from the smell of pondscum and rotten meat on his breath. “Naughty girls like you should be taught a lesson.” The grip on the girl’s shoulders tightened until the ragged nails drew blood. “Just hold still and it will all be over soon.”

The pale man opened his mouth wider than any human could and began inching toward the girl’s face. The long tongue extended from the maw to get a taste of what it was about to bite.

Just as the tongue was about to touch her, the girl’s uppercut to the pale man’s chin slammed his jaw shut on top of it. The man - no, the monster - howled in pain and surprise, letting go of the girl to grasp at his - its - injury.

The girl wasted no time in running, nor did she look back this time as the thing behind her hurled slurred curses. The light from the parking lot was just ahead. And there, in the middle of the empty expanse of asphalt and yellow street lamps was her papa’s truck.

*******

Eris struggles against the hand around her throat, grasping at the fingers and trying to prise them loose. She manages just enough to take a breath and whistle a single loud sustained note.

At her signal a blade of orange light erupts from the wall behind the creature. It notices and moves out of the way just in time to avoid the blade passing through its neck but its shoulder is still clipped. As the blade passes through flesh and then retracts back into the wall it leaves no mark on either and yet the arm holding Eris drops to the creature’s side, limp and useless. She takes the opportunity presented by her dance partner staring stupefied at its numb appendage to retreat out the door.

“Are you alright?” a resonant voice asks as Eris runs outside.

Eris looks over at the figure in purple and green armor standing next to the boathouse. Between the reflective faceplate and the glowing blade in hand the ensemble’s always struck Eris as more combat robot than medieval knight.

“I’m fine, but you missed its neck,” she pants as she rubs her own bruised neck. “Got the shoulder though, so thanks for the assist there, Road.”

“That’s the sneak attack plan out then,” he says. “Next best plan is likely-”

Road’s plan is cut off mid sentence by a hand bursting from the wall behind him, grabbing his helmet and pulling him through the wall, leaving a gaping dark hole in the side of the boathouse. From the outside Eris hears another roar, followed by the sound of metal being dragged along splintering wood, and then finally the shattering of glass as Road is hurled back out through the closed door. Eris sidesteps as he flies past, hits the ground, rolls, and comes to a stop in a dramatically posed crouch. He only wobbles slightly as he staggers to his feet.

“As I was saying,” Road continues, “Plan B is we draw it out here where we have room to move and then keep slicing and pummeling it until it stops moving.”

Eris slams fist and palm together and grins. “The best plan.”

*******

The girl was surprised at how steady her hands were as she punched in the keyless entry code for the pickup. She was the most scared she’d ever been in her life and yet there was something else. Relief at having gotten away? Excitement? Thrill? A feeling of power after having stared death in the eye then punched it in the face? She smirked as she opened the door and climbed inside. That last one had a nice ring to it.

Fish out the keys, start the engine, buckle her seatbelt, change the radio to something less sad, and she was off. Or so she thought until she felt a bump backing out of the parking spot. The girl looked in the rearview mirror and saw her pursuer once more, now holding onto the back of the truck. She changed gears and pressed the gas, speeding forward and bouncing over the parking blocks between the spaces.

After swerving back and forth across the parking lanes and back to the road out the girl checked the mirror again. Her stomach dropped to see the pale man had climbed into the bed of the pickup and was now slowly making its way toward the cab. She floored the acceleration, but it only made the inhuman thing wobble for a moment before regaining its balance and continuing to get closer.

How much longer did she have? Surely it wouldn’t stick with her if she got to a busy part of town with witnesses. Would it? The truck was getting hard to handle at this speed on the winding backwoods road in the dark. She was too busy just watching the pavement to pay attention to the speedometer, but she had to be at least double the speed limit by now.

And then she heard the thump on the roof as the creature climbed on top. And then the banging on the window from a pale fist she could just make out from her peripheral vision. And then she almost didn’t see the sharp turn in the road ahead.

The girl swore aloud for a second time that she hoped wouldn’t be her last.

She slammed the brakes and turned the wheel as hard as she could. The truck began fishtailing. Tires squealed. Inertia took over. Her seatbelt strained. The pale man was flung from the roof into the darkness. She felt the truck go offroad and then back on.

She was breathing hard when the truck finally came to a stop facing nearing the direction it had come from. And there, in the headlights was the crumpled body of the pale man where it had slammed into a tree. The girl's racing heart skipped a beat when the thing stood back up.

Once more, she did not stop to think as she hit the gas to ram the creature.

*******

Eris jumps back from yet another swipe of the creature’s arms. “How long did you say that toy of yours is supposed to stun for?” she shouts to Road.

He dodges a glob of noxious fluid being spat at him. “An hour or two, usually,” he replies.

“So why’s this guy recovering after a few seconds?”

��Undeath, regeneration, slime coating dispersing the beam. Could be any or all of that.”

They’ve been at this for minutes now, and they’re both starting to tire. Meanwhile, even contending with both of them at once, Eris’s annual dance partner is still going strong. Broken bones, cracked shell, paralyzed limbs, all of them heal before their eyes too quickly to make a difference. Not to mention the creature’s figured out the trick of twisting its torso hard enough to smack them around even with limp arms. Add in the complication of trying to keep it from escaping back into the lake and trying to bring it in alive for once starts to feel more trouble than it’s worth.

“Time to stab it in the head and be done with it then?” Eris suggests as she and Road begin circling the creature from out of reach.

“You told me this guy comes back stronger every year. Do you really want to see what’s worse than this?”

“The neck then. Stun it all at once.”

“Been trying, but I think he’s picked up on that and I haven’t been able to get a clear shot.” Road goes silent for a moment, considering. “Plan C, you try to pin him,” he shouts as he charges the creature to get its attention.

While Road attacks with a ferocity heedless of any pretense of self-preservation, Eris slowly moves in, careful to keep out of the creature’s peripheral vision, and waits for her opportunity. That opportunity soon arrives as Road disables one of the creature’s arms at the cost of several plates being torn from his armor. Taking a step back, he leaves himself open for the creature to strike at his exposed torso. The creature rears back and raises its good arm just as Eris slams into it from behind and knocks it to the ground with her on top of it. She takes hold of its arm before it can raise itself back off the ground and pulls it toward her with a satisfying snap.

The dance ends with the sound of once last roar as Road steps forward and plunges the blade of light into the creature’s neck.

*******

The girl left the engine running when she got out of the truck. She went around to the back and opened up the metal toolbox in the pickup bed. It didn’t take her long to find the hammer inside. Its weight felt good in her hands. She closed the toolbox and went back to the front where the monster was pinned between the truck’s hot grille and the tree. She ignored its screams that cursed her name and promised eternal vengeance ending in a watery grave.

She raised the hammer.

*******

Eris brushes the ooze off her hands and slams the rear doors of her van shut. Figuring out how to transport her old dance partner while keeping a sword with no solid blade lodged in its neck turned out to be nearly as much a challenge as the fight - and considerably less fun - but the two of them had managed in the end. She leans on the van and looks over to where Road is sitting on the curb and whispering to his armor as he reattaches the plates that were torn off in the battle. His face is visible now that the helmet’s retracted back into the rest of the suit.

“Thanks again for the assist,” she says, crossing her arms. “I was getting tired of coming up with new ways to kill that bastard every year.”

Road looks up at her. “You’re welcome,” he says with a calm smile and a voice no longer distorted from the helmet. “I’m always happy to help. That said, are you sure you’re alright? You took quite a beating tonight.”

“Eh, it’s just cuts and bruises. Nothing won’t heal up in a couple days. I didn’t even break any bones, so I’d call it a pretty smooth hunt. Might not be fast as our passenger here, but I heal quick.”

“I’d been meaning to ask about that. You don’t know what he is exactly do you?”

Eris shrugs. “Your guess is probably better than mine. Best I’ve been able to figure out, it’s the ghost or revenant or something of some serial killer who drowned in the lake trying to run from the cops. Seems like a dumb place to run to, but eh. I just know I’ve been killing it for a decade now and every year it comes back on the anniversary of its death stronger and less human, and if I try to kill it in the same way twice it just gets back up again. Hell if I know why.”

“Fascinating,” Road muses. “I might need to come back out here again sometime and do some diving. See what else is down there.”

The idea is enough to make Eris shiver. “You have fun with that. Tried fighting in the water once. Never again.” Eris pushes off the van and paces. “You sure this buddy of yours can keep it alive and contained so it doesn’t come back.”

Road fits the last plate back into place, whispers something to it that Eris can’t make out and then pats the plate like one would a pet. Hardly the weirdest interaction with their gear that Eris has seen out of a hunter.

“Sure as I can be, knowing as little as we do,” he says as he rises to his feet. “And if he can’t, then I know he’s got the connections to find someone who can.”

“Good enough for me,” Eris says and opens up the driver-side door of the van.

“Speaking of connections,” Road says a few moments later, climbing into the back to keep an eye on their passenger, “what would you say to working together like this more often?”

*******

The girl smiled as she wiped the blood off of her face. It turned out the trip to the lake really had been just what she needed. Although perhaps she’d wear red the next time she tried something like this. It would hide the stains better.

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Augusto Fernandez- What a day

The last few days have been very busy with Augusto leaving for the last race of the season and me having to go to work and then pack to drive to the track to join him but finally we have reached the last race day of the season. I've never experienced a last race of the season before let alone a title decider so to been pretty overwhelming watching Saturdays track action and now getting ready for the race. With everything thats been going on I've not had much time to think about how this will be Augusto's last race in moto2 and possibly his chance of winning his first title. Its crazy to think that just a few months ago Augusto was trailing behind in the title fight and didn't see any hope of getting to motogp but here we are with him leading the championship and with a seat in motogp for next year. I couldn't be more proud of everything he's achieved this year as I've been here to watch everything and the amount of work and determination he's put into this season is like nothing I've ever seen before. As much as I would love to I can't get too ahead of myself as of course the championship isn't done as there is still a good chance that Ai could win but I have a good feelings about today.

On a normal race weekend we would have a bit more time together but since I got here I've barely seen Augusto as he's been so busy. The only time we got to spend together was in the evening but then we were both super tired so ended up just getting into bed. I guess overnight I didn't sleep so that kind of counts as spending time with Augusto as I spent most of the night staring at him to make sure that he was ok and sleeping while I worried about today. The busy schedule continued this morning as the alarm went off earlier than normal and I was dragged out of bed to go and get breakfast then left while the team had a meeting to talk about he race seeing as its an important one for the whole team. After the boring things were done it was time for warm up and I realised that I hadn't even got ready yet so I hid out the way during warmup just incase they had cameras as I didn't want to be on tv in my pyjamas.

Eventually we made it back to the motorhome and I got ready so that I looked a bit more presentable but then we had nothing to do until the start of the race. Seeing as we had some time I thought it might be a good idea to be doing something to take Augusto's mind off the race so I dragged him out of the motorhome to walk around the paddock. The paddock was very busy when we first went out as it was just before the moto3 race but after that began it was a bit quieter which made it a lot more enjoyable. As much as this walk was supposed to be to distract Augusto he seemed to be doing pretty ok and I was the one that was nervous about the race. I am always nervous before a race but I'm extra nervous for this race as I just know that if it doesn't go Augusto's way he will be so upset and will blame himself for all the mistakes he's made this season especially Australia.

Soon enough we had to head back to the motorhome for him to get ready which is when I noticed him getting a bit quieter and more nervous which was to be expected. I wanted to help him feel a bit calmer but I let him him go through his usual routine first as I know that he will be worse if he doesn't do everything like he usually does. Once he was ready I got up and grabbed hold of his hand to get his attention and once I had it I made him come sit down with me. I didn't say anything for a few minutes instead I just played with his hair running my hand through it as that often relaxes him. After playing with his hair for a few minutes he pulled me onto his lap and cuddled me into his chest.

"You've got this you know" I said

"You think so" he said

"Yeah I mean you like this track and the bike has been fast all weekend while Ai has been struggling you can do this you just need to believe in yourself" I said

"Thank you love" he said

"Now come on let's go so you can win the championship" I said pulling him up

We went into the garage and the whole team were busy getting things ready which meant it was a little chaotic but Augusto went straight to sit in his chair and I stood next to him while he got his helmet and gloves on. He put his gloves on and grabbed his helmet before getting up and giving me a kiss and getting on his bike and before I knew it he had left the garage and it was almost time for the race. Once he was gone I started to show my nerves a bit more as I was trying to hide them before but now that he's not here I can be as nervous as I like which is very nervous. You could sense that the whole team were starting to feel it as when everyone was back in the garage during the warm up lap no one said anything everyone just got in place to start watching the race. I was stood out the way to start with but Aki then got a chair for himself and allowed me to sit in Augusto's chair which I did as my legs were starting to shake from the nerves.

They did the warm up lap and then the lights went out and straight away I was very stressed. Augusto dropped some places on the start and Ai made up some places which meant that it was just 0.5 points between them. My nerves weren't helped by Alonso Lopez who seemed to be pulling some strange moves but luckily for Augusto after he passed him he lost it and crashed. The next worry was that Ai was gaining on Tony in the lead and Cam was rapidly getting closer from behind. I just couldn't watch so I put my hands over my eyes so I was only peaking through my fingers but as soon as I did chaos ensued with Cam crashing and Ai doing the same in a very odd crash. None of that mattered though as it meant Augusto was champion which took a second to sink in for everyone in the garage but when it did they all congratulated each other and I felt tears threatening to spill from my eyes in just pure joy.

The rest of the race almost didn't matter but Augusto still fought to the very last lap and ended up 2nd with Pedro in 1st which was a brilliant result for the team. Before the end of the race I joined a few team members to going to the side of the track to greet Augusto and give him his world champion helmet. Of course he took a while to get there but once he did the team members greeted him first before he got off his bike and came over to give me a hug which was the best hug I've had in a long time. The team then gave me his special helmet which I got to give to him which I really enjoyed as I actually helped in designing the helmet. He celebrated with the fans for a bit before getting back on his bike to head back to parc ferme so I did the same by getting on the back of a scooter so that I could watch the podium ceremony.

Somehow I got to parc ferme before Augusto but that was fine by me as it gave me the chance to congratulate the whole team including Pedro who gave me a hug after I congratulated him for winning rookie of the year and the race. Eventually Augusto made it back and everyone went crazy celebrating and congratulating him. The team then gathered to take pictures so I tried to get out the way but Augusto gently pulled me back and got me to stand next to him for all the pictures which made me a little nervous but ultimately no one will really notice me. Once all the pictures were taken everyone went up to the podium and of course Augusto did his best to spray the team with the champagne which included me so I ended up soaked but I also didn't care.

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It was a while before I saw Augusto again as he had loads of media to do but eventually he came back to the motorhome and straight away joined me on the sofa as he was clearly exhausted. I felt bad as I could see that he just wanted a moment to chill but he had the awards to attend later tonight which he had to get ready for and then travel there which meant there wasn't much time for chilling. When it was time for Augusto to start getting ready he pulled me up with him and made me come into the bedroom with him even though I was under the impression that I was just going to sit there while he got ready. As I just sat there he looked at me puzzled like I was doing something wrong so I gave him the same look back to see if he would explain. Instead of explaining he just looked at me for a bit longer before then switching to a look of realisation.

"Oh I never actually asked you to come did I?" He questioned

"I have no idea what you're on about so no" I replied

"Well I was going to ask you to come to the awards with me and I thought I did but clearly I forgot so would you like to come?" He asked

"I would love to but I don't have anything to wear" I said

"I have that covered I prepared everything else I just forgot to ask you" he laughed

"Well then I'm in" I said

With that I got up and went straight to the bathroom to shower and wash my hair as I didn't do it this morning. I had to be quick because Augusto doesn't take long to get ready and he got up in enough time for him to be ready even though I would have started getting ready an hour ago. Once out the shower I quickly dried my hair and curled it before starting on my makeup which I decided to keep simple to save time and because I'm not that good at makeup so can't do much else. When I was done with everything else I asked Augusto where my outfit was and he opened the wardrobe to show me the prettiest dress I've ever seen. The dress was black and had a slit up the leg and an open back but also long sleeves so it had some coverage but also showed some skin. I put it on with some help as I couldn't reach the zip but once it was on I fixed my hair and added shoes and jewellery before I was completely ready to go.

Augusto came up behind me while I was looking in the mirror and put his arms around my waist before leaning down to kiss me. I looked at him through the mirror as we just stood there together doing nothing until he pulled out his phone and took some pictures of us together which I watched him put on his Instagram story before we actually left the motorhome. Luckily there was a car waiting for us to drive us to the venue of the awards as I didn't want to do it and I wasn't going to let Augusto after he's been celebrating for hours. It was a really nice car too much nicer than any car I've ever owned so I felt very important getting in the back with Augusto especially knowing that we were going to an award ceremony too.

During the drive we didn't speak too much as it started to sink in what we were doing and I got incredibly nervous all of a sudden. I mean I'm ok with being seen with Augusto at races and he will post pictures of us together on social media which I'm fine with but for some reason the thought of going to the awards has me nervous. Knowing that is live and that there will be people there filming and taking pictures specifically of me and Augusto is something I've not experienced before and it is outside of my comfort zone. As much as I know people are there to see the riders from past years I know that many also like to see what the wives and girlfriends wear so I'm nervous about being judged on my outfit and just generally how I look. Augusto must have noticed that I'd been extra quiet as I felt him put a hand on my thigh and squeeze it slightly to get my attention.

"Are you ok there love?" He asked

"Yeah just a bit nervous" I said

"You seem more than a bit nervous what's bothering you?" He questioned

"I'm just nervous about there being so many cameras and people judging how I look" I admitted

"I promise it will be ok I'll be with you the whole time and if you feel uncomfortable you can hide out the way" he said

"Thank you that makes me feel slightly better" I said

"Good now lets go we got this" he smiled

We got out the car and Augusto stood there to wait for me to sort my dress out and to be ready to walk down the red carpet they put out which felt a little over the top but I guess this only happens once a year. Once I was ready to go he grabbed hold of my hand and squeezed it gently before we started to walk towards the red carpet. I took one last deep breath before we started to walk down together and right away there was cameras flashing and others coming to film us as we walked. Augusto kept a tight grip on my hand the entire time until we made it into the building where he had to go and do an interview so I stood off to the side just waiting for him. I actually really enjoyed hearing him talk about winning the championship and going to Motogp next year as it's not something we have talked too much about as of course other things have been going on.

After the interview we had to take a few more pictures but after that we were able to go properly inside and take our seats. A few people were in there already and Augusto being the way he is started a conversation with them and eventually I ended up joining in when I felt like I could say something worth while. I don't talk to too many people in the paddock as I'm not the most outgoing person but it was really nice to actually talk to some people and make some friends who I can talk to when at races. Weirdly after being so nervous earlier I was feeling relaxed and was really enjoying the evening so far.

Before long the awards started and they went through each of the classes in order so starting with motoE then moto3 and them finally to moto2. A bit before they started with moto2 Augusto had to go backstage so I had been sat alone just waiting to get to watch him be officially awarded the championship. Seeing the team get the awards and then Pedro get rookie of the year made me really happy as the team are really great and this year has been a bit of a rollercoaster. Finally Augusto walked out on stage and the smile on my face only got bigger and a few tears even welled up in my eyes as just seeing him up there made me so proud of what he has achieved this year. I loved watching him get given his medal and certificate (is that what they are called?) and then stand with the others to take pictures before giving his speech which he was worried about doing but I thought he did great.

Once the ceremony was over and we were able to get up Augusto brought me with him to the photo booth that they have and we took pictures together which perfectly captured the moment and put into a physical thing that I can keep forever the emotions of the day. We then went and talked to a few more people who I already knew so was happy to chat to to kill some time. Like he promised earlier Augusto didn't leave my side even though there wasn't cameras around anymore he stayed with me the whole time. He even just stood there happily as I talked to one of the riders girlfriends for a bit before we then went to talk to someone else. It was nice to have him there as when I wanted to have a break from talking to people he would happily go to a more quiet corner with me for a few minutes which I really appreciated.

The whole evening was really enjoyable and by the time we left although I was exhausted and definitely needed to just be with Augusto or by myself I was happy that I decided to go as its a special moment that hopefully I will get to experience again but if I don't this time will always be in my memories.

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Linked Together by Blood

Chapter 4

***DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN The Legend of Zelda or Linked Universe or any of the songs I end up using; Nintendo OWNS The Legend of Zelda AND jojo56830 OWNS The Linked Universe AU AND the original artist OWNS the songs***

**I ONLY OWN Tyra any other OC’s AND the story plot**

*Mature rating for swearing and violence*

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Chapter 4: Malon?

(A/N: The chain explores the village, do some training. Warriors gets stuck in his thoughts and has Time, Twilight, and Tyra help him. Is it time for the chain and Tyra to finally meet Time’s wife Malon?)

Narrators POV:

The next morning after Tyra’s nightmare, the chain spent the day exploring the village, seeing as they were too tired to do so yesterday after stocking up on supplies. Warriors, Hyrule, Wind, and Four went to check out the blacksmith and see what was there. Wild and Legend went looking around the market.

Sky woke up late, and met up with wild and Legend for a bit, before heading off to go pray at a goddess statue by the village’s small church for Hylia.

Time, Twilight, and Tyra, after walking around for a bit decided to head into the forest to do some training (A/N: They didn’t stray too far from the village). They chose a nice quiet area with not too many trees around. Time wanted them to have some privacy but still be able to spot any danger that came lurking.

Warriors’ POV:

Tyra seemed a bit off this morning, she was more quiet than usual. ‘She has the classic “Link trait” -as the nine of us like to call it- of going silent when you’re trying to convince yourself that you’re okay whether mentally or physically doesn’t matter.’

But she did seem to cheer up whenever someone came over to give her a hug.

‘Ha! Leg had to be forced by traveler to go up and hug her. Though he didn’t put up much of a fight as I thought he would.’ Maybe he wanted to give her a hug but was nervous/ shy about it. Though when Time and Twilight saw Vet give Tyra a hug (which was proper) all they did was smile.

‘Tyra, ranch hand, and the old man didn’t join in on teasing Legend with the rest of us. I wonder why?’ Wind, Hyrule, Four, Wild, Legend, Sky, and I all finished what we were doing by midday. Time had told us (minus Sky- Sky was told by Wild) that he, Twi, and Tyra were going into the forest to do some training.

So we decided to join them. when we arrived to where they were training we were shocked still at what we saw.

*Ten minutes Prior*

Narrators POV:

Time, Twilight, and Tyra all finished their warmups of going through the motions of their fighting. When Time thought of an idea that would spice up their training.

“Kitten, you’re ambidextrous like Twilight right?” Time asked. Tyra turned to Time with a smile on her face.

“Yes, pa trained me t’ be ambidextrous since I was young. I’d say starting at 4 he started training me that. Why?” She questioned. Time and Twilight were once again shocked by her answer to the question and just by her in general.

‘I guess Twi/ I truly knew that she would need this skill.’ Time and Twilight both thought at the same time. Time quickly recovered from his shock asking the question he really wanted to ask Tyra.

“I thought it would be more interesting to see if while sparring you can fend off against both me and Twilight. What do you say?” Tyra thinks about this, she’s not sure how Time wants her to fend off him and Twilight.

So she asks, “Do ya mean by sword and shield?” Time nods.

“You should be able to quickly change which hand is holding your sword and which hand is holding your shield.” Tyra thinks a bit more on this. Then she remembers the years leading up to and after her father’s death; how she secretly trained herself how to fight wielding two swords.

When she first started she struggled so much in figuring out the best way to move along with both swords while swinging the swords effectively. Over time she developed the best way to fight with two swords.

The technique basically combined a sword dance with her style of fighting. Which consisted of flips, twirls, jump strikes, and splits. “I ‘ave a better idea.” Tyra starts. Time and Twilight look at her curiously.

“Prey tell.” Says Time. Who’s not sure where she’s going with this.

“Round when I was 14 maybe 15, I started secretly teachin myself how to fight with two swords.” Time and Twilight’s eyebrows jump into their hairlines. As Twilight’s eyes and Time’s one eye go wide in surprise. ‘That’s not what I expected.’ They both thought.

Tyra sheepishly smiled as she scratched the back of her neck. “Heh, I wasn’t any good when I started. But, over time I figured out how to wield two swords in a fight. When pa would take me on some of his missions ‘round Hyrule taking out monsters.”

“They were terrorizin’ people. An’ when pa would get injured I would pick up his dropped sword. An’ along with my sword I would take out the remaining monsters with little to no injuries saving pa!” Tyra explained.

After learning that they had to test out Tyra’s abilities wielding two swords. Time handed her his smaller sword keeping his Goron sword. Then the three of them got in position for the sparring match. Tyra was in the middle with Twilight in front of her and Time behind her.

Soon the match started with Twilight making the first strike. Tyra easily blocked his attack with one sword while twisting her body. Her right side which was holding her Ordon sword which had blocked the attack was closer to her father. They stood there in a temporary stalemate before Twilight backed up from her.

Then she heard Time move to make his attack. Just as he’s about make contact with her, she quickly turns around and holds up both swords crossed in a X above her head to stop Time’s attack.

Time tries to use his strength to knock her down on to her back. But she shifts her feet to be more steady underneath her and put all her body weight into staying up right and all her strength into pushing Time back. Tyra succeeds in pushing Time away from her, then in a spinning kick that hits him square in the abdomen, she knocks him down to the ground.

The three of them continue this song and dance with neither Time nor Twilight managing a hit on her even once, for ten long minutes. When the rest of the chain arrived they are surprised to see the three of them sparring together.

(A/N: They expected to see only Tyra and Twilight sparring with Time watching and coaching from the sidelines.)

Time and Twilight have both worked up a sweat over the last ten minutes. While Tyra has not even broken a sweat the entire time. The scene that shocked the others is Tyra in the middle of Time and Twilight having blocked an attack from both of them on either side of her.

Time attacked from her right and Twilight attacked from her left. Tyra was holding both of them back and steady, while Time and Twilight were struggling to knock her down and get even one hit on her. They stayed like that for a few more moments before Tyra disarms both of them in a twirl moving both her body and swords.

Tyra then places the flat sides of each sword lightly against Time and Twilight’s unprotected necks; right under their chins. The entire area was silent as no one knew what to say. Time and Twilight are frozen staring owlishly at Tyra with their mouths gaping. A long moment passes before Wars, Legend, Sky, Four, Wind, Hyrule, and Wild start applauding and congratulating Tyra. Which wakes up Time and Twilight from their shocked silence.

All this praise causes Tyra to turn sheepish with a blush spreading down her neck with a shy smile on her face. Time and Twilight both clap her on the back with proud smiles on their faces. At that turns around bringing both into a tight hug, hiding her face between their chests.

Time and Twilight worry something is wrong until they hear Tyra let out an embarrassed laugh. “That was amazing!” Wind yelled. Four and Legend both grunt and nod in agreement.

“Holy Hylia, I never knew that was possible.” Said Sky. Wild had pulled out his slate and started recording the scene when they saw the standstill. “I caught it on the slate, so we can view it later. Tyra, you have to teach me that!” Exclaimed Wild with a fire in his eyes.

Hyrule was mumbling to himself saying, “Wha… how? Huh? I…” Warriors was quiet for a while remembering that he read something in his Hyrule royal archive about something regarding Tyra’s technique of fighting. “… Huh. I guess the royal family was wrong.” Mumbles Warriors.

Warriors mumbled that so quietly Twilight and Tyra almost missed it. After that display of strength by Tyra the others were scared of sparring with her. Time, Twilight, and Tyra were too tired to keep sparring so they sat on the side. “What? You’re tired? You don’t look it.” Said Wild. The other’s didn’t believe that Tyra was tired.

“Believe it. It takes a lot of energy to perform that technique. Spent years building up my energy to use the technique.” Tyra explained. She may not look it but she’s about ready to collapse from exhaustion. Time and Twilight noticed this in the way she was carrying herself. Her eyes would drop a tad bit every now and then. Tyra was swaying very slightly on her feet, you wouldn’t catch it if you weren’t paying very close attention. Seeing how the other’s still didn’t believe Tyra, Time stepped in to shut them down.

“Alright, that’s enough. You seven have some sparring to catch up on.” The other’s noticed the disapproving look Time was giving them. “Yes, sir.” They all said. Two of them started sparring. When one lost another would replace them, they kept at it until they were tired.

When everyone was done they headed back to the inn for dinner. After dinner Warriors went up to Time, Twilight, and Tyra. “I can’t keep quiet any longer. I need to talk to you three privately.” Warriors said in his captain tone. The three Hylian’s nodded and Time lead them to the room he shares with Twilight, Tyra, and Wild. “Okay, prey tell why you can’t keep quiet any longer?” Questioned Time.

The three of them had noticed anytime Wars wasn’t preoccupied he was getting quiet and thinking about something the others weren’t privy to. Warriors very rarely went silent, he mostly goes silent when thinking about the War of Era’s. Or about something he’s learned about that wasn’t always true.

Twilight and Tyra couldn’t figure out what Warriors meant earlier in the forest. Warriors heaves a heavy sigh. “Where to start?” Warriors mumbles, loud enough for the three of them to hear him.

Warriors takes a deep breath to steal himself. The he looks to Time with a serious look on his face causing Time to straighten his back and give Wars the same look.

“Sprite, do you remember during the War of Era’s how you, me, and Artemis went looking through the royal archives?” Warriors finally asks after a moment.

That question surprises Time as he was not expecting that. Time calmed down some but was still serious when he answers the captain. “Yes, I do. Why are you bringing that up?” Questioned Time. Warriors motioned for all of them to take a seat.

Twilight and Tyra sit next to each other on one bed, while Time and Warriors sat on the bed across from them. Once they were all seated Warriors took a moment to find the best way to say what he wanted to tell them. The three of them let him gather his thoughts and waited patiently.

“Around midnight almost one, you fell asleep exhausted from all the reading remember?” Time nods when Warriors looked over to him.

“Well, Artemis and I stayed up a while longer. Then I stumbled across this book. Out of all the books in the archive- even the book talking about the Royal Family- it was the fanciest looking book.”

“And the book was all about the Hero of Twilight’s daughter’s life. When I first found it and read it I didn’t think much of it and put it from my mind after reading the whole thing. But looking back it seems like the book wasn’t finished.” Warriors started.

“What do you mean?” Time asked. Was there something wrong with the book? They knew Wars was far from done talking. “… There were blank pages towards the end of the book. It was like whoever wrote it never finished writing it, but it still somehow ended up in the Royal archive. Most of the book was blank pages. None of the pages mentioned how old she was when she died. Goddesses, her death wasn’t even mentioned!”

At that Time, Twilight, and Tyra looked at Warriors wide eyed. ‘How is this possible?!’ The three of them thought. There’s a tense silence for a few minutes before Warriors continues talking. “Artemis came over after I finished reading. I asked her why most of the pages were blank. At first she was confused as to why a book in the Royal archive had blank pages. So she used her magic to inspect the book and she discovered the reason why.”

Wars took a deep breath putting his head in his hands, while Time rubs soothing circles on his back. “… She discovered the reason was because there was a magic spell cast on the book. To keep the rest of the story hidden until the time was right. Back then I didn’t understand what that meant, but I do now. Once this journey’s over Tyra’s story will be completed in the book. Though that’s not what I really wanted to talk about.”

Wars took a deep breath. “I knew I had to tell you all this before saying what I really wanted. There was a section of the book that talked about Tyra’s dual sword wielding. But it said that she never perfected it. Now, that may be a side effect or done intentionally by the spell. I’m not sure.”

Wars sighed. “But also in that book it portrayed Tyra as some weak helpless Hylian who had a rough childhood. I only just remembered about the book when I saw the three of you sparring earlier.” Wars finished. Tyra thought long and hard about this.

“Hmm… Maybe the spell was put on the book ‘cause if ya read it during the War of Era’s then ya’ll would know what was t’ happen in the future an’ cause history t’ change. Which would cause many problems.” Tyra explained.

That made sense because not long before her 21st year Dusk had only started writing the Royal archive book on the Hero of Twilight. Royal archive books are only written after someone worthy of having their own story in the Royal archive dies.

“Ya only get get a book written ‘bout ya I the Royal archive after yer death. Not long ‘fore my birthday, Dusk ONLY just started writing pa’s book. The books are mostly for Royals, and great Hero’s.”

Tyra sighs happily. “When I was 5 pa took me to the Royal archive and showed me the book containing the story of the Hero of Time.” This surprised the three Links. Tyra laughed when she saw their faces.

“Pa said it took ‘im a few years to find the book. But when he did he noticed it had been hidden by someone who knew the Hero of Time. An’ anytime they saw the book they would likely break down, so they decided t’ hide it. They left a note with it saying why they hid the book.”

Tyra took a short moment before continuing. “The letter was never signed so we don’t know who hid the book. ‘Cause the book was hidden the Hero of Time’s story was never told or mentioned in the history of the kingdom. But when pa found it Dusk made sure that EVERYONE in the kingdom learned about the story.” Tyra finished.

Twilight and Warriors didn’t know what to say after learning that. At first Time was angry, then he was curious, then finally settled on grateful. ‘Well it took a while but it seems that I will be remembered eventually. Thanks pup.’ Thought Time.

A few moments passed before Tyra shyly admitted that she’s read Time’s story over a hundred times. That got Warriors laughing. Twilight didn’t know what to say so he stayed quiet.

Time was shocked at first before he got up with the biggest smile on his face they’ve ever seen, went over to Tyra and pulled her into a hug quietly thanking her. Tyra didn’t say anything but she did hug Time back tightly.

The next day they were leaving the village heading north. Just as the sun was about to start it’s descent a portal opened up in front of them. Being Tyra’s first time seeing the portal Twilight and Time told her so much about when she was growing up she was nervous.

But she was ready to pass through the disturbing black and purple portal. When they came out the other side of the portal they saw they were in another forest.

It was night so they found a small cave to camp in for the night. The next morning they ate a wonderful breakfast Wild cooked up, before heading out. Because it was so dark last night none of the ten Hylian’s could determine if any of them recognized it as their Hyrule. Not long after they started walking Time recognized the woods as the lost woods by Kokiri Forest. A bit later they get attacked by one of Time’s Moblins. After they all get healed by the fairies within the forest Time suggests they take a detour.

A few days back Tyra noticed Time writing a letter- her guess to Malon- during one of his watch shifts when she woke from a nightmare. It was not the one about Twilight- the nightmare was one of her more tame nightmares. It was a nightmare about the day Twilight turned into a wolf for the first time, but instead of Twilight it was Tyra in his place.

‘I know he already likely sent a letter t’ grandma Malon about pa and I. But t’ be meeting ‘er so soon… I’m not sure I’m ready yet, but can’t stop it now.’ Mused Tyra. They walked in silence for a while before Twilight spoke up.

“Alright, ya said ‘detour’ but where exactly is this? You’ve been awfully cheerful.” Time chuckled with a bright smile.

“Have I? Well, you could say this place is feeling a lot like home. Speaking of —-” Time says before being cut off by another voice.

“Yer back!!!” Exclaims Malon before running up to kiss Time.

(A/N: Quick warning it’s longer than the previous chapters. When writing the chapters I always hand write them first. Chapter five was 16 pages long! Oh, it almost killed me lol!)

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#linked universe #oc #fanfic #adventure #linked together by blood

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Alegría @ Allegro

Dawg with a Blawg: Ed. 3

Any dawg's dream: listening to local artists in a cozy venue near campus, without paying a cover. OK– maybe it’s just my ideal way to spend an Autumn evening in the U District, but I definitely wasn’t the only fan in attendance last Sunday at Café Allegro…

Allegro’s reintroduction as a live venue for acoustic performances was brought on by the efforts of Bay Area artist Holland, a barista at the café. (Last month’s event included artists Liv Victorino of Ponzi and Julian Pearlman of Balcony Bridge.) This month, Holland (they/them) stepped into the headliner position, following the opener Maria Hoffman (she/they) from Puget Sound. “Obsessed” with intimacy, Holland explained their choice of PJ ensembles as a way to connect, reflected in the bedroom-like setup where soft string lights and a starry, ocean-blue light projector marked off the stage area. Some quick warmups facilitated by Holland and Pearlman made me eager for the show. Maria and Holland absolutely had voices intriguing enough to be accompanied by a single instrument at a time.

Each artist did their own MCing, writing, and instrumentals on keys/guitar. True to bedroom-rumination indie, they both displayed confessional songwriting styles in addition to their booming vocal deliveries. Despite the severe heartache expressed, they were charming in their transitions and hosted without taking their performances too seriously. A real friend to the scene, Holland made Jasmine tea for Maria and offered me a chair for notetaking since I sported a pleather skirt. :’)

Maria, who had a wishbone tattoo on display, told the audience about her affinity for lucky imagery when introducing her first song “Lucky Star”. Their poetic and relatable storytelling resonated with the mostly femme attendees. Her songs recounted relatable topics of mistakes made when you’re inebriated and high on emotions, being subjected to casual misogyny, and romanticizing public transit. Maria begins her song “Greyhound” with the lyric “Tyler’s a monster”, the best opening I’ve heard in recent memory. Bursting with personality, they admitted the song was really about taking the Cantrail from Vancouver to Washington, but that its name isn’t as sexy, making the audience laugh in agreement. They later picked up the strumming pattern only to hit us harder with the line “us girls have to stick together, they’re charlatans and we’re soldiers”. When asked, she said they wanted to leave others with the phrase “people can do hard things”.

Holland debuted a handful of tapes of their demo “A Leg That Can’t Stand” generously sold with sliding scale pricing (they even signed mine!). This project started as a collection of “voice memo demos” that escalated to a sleepless week spent bouncing ideas off friends with polished mic vocal cuts. A fan of live music, Holland likes it loud and isn’t afraid to belt in the coffee shop they work at during regular business hours. One of my favorites performed was the song “Haunting Me” (featured on the demo) because of the line “Love ain’t your mission– then why do you keep showing up: apparition”. They told us it’s about people that reenter your life and keep showing you that they don’t have your best interests in mind: “I played the fool enough times to know that I’m mad, believing you’re my savior.” “At War with Peace” was written using a chord taught by Pearlman during the demo’s production and made me want to hear them perform with supporting vocals and a band. Then in “Doves//Starved”, Holland showcased adept piano playing on an extended cut, self-proclaimed as the demo’s “Track 5” (as Swifties know them as). A standout line on Evergreen, though not yet recorded was the personification “Winter ain’t got much to say, ‘cause she don’t do pain.” Damn. Holland seems to be keen on others’ perceptions of their songs, which is less characteristic of being impressionable and more indicative of intense self-reflection. In general, I find our generation’s inclination towards self-awareness and development to be something we’re not credited for.

Holland can breathe out fast-paced lyrics in a way that is so vocally controlled, you easily adjust to their continuous flow of ideas. And it wasn’t until the end of her set that Maria revealed it was her first full performance! For updates on demo acquisition and future Bandcamp announcements, find Holland on Instagram @HollztheBallz. You can find Maria Hoffman on Spotify under the former stage name Alaska Monroe and on Instagram @styrofoame7.

Xoxo, Millie

Musical notes from a budding musician

#seattlemusic #live shows

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faelid · 2 years

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Seduction

A/N: Happy February! This is part one of my (probably too ambitious) attempt to write a story a day between now and Valentine's Day. But I'll do my best!

Jooheon x Reader

WC: 1.2k

Warnings: smut, 18+

Summary: Reader tries to seduce Jooheon. It mostly works.

Patience is a virtue.

Patience started this scheme, put you on a collision course for radical action. Anyone else can visit their significant other consistently; habitually. Anyone else wouldn’t have to wait weeks for a dinner out, an afternoon off, or a weekend together.

Anyone else isn’t dating Lee Jooheon.

Patience is the foundation of your relationship, tides you over while he’s on tour. It’s the patience that enables the daydreaming, a hundred different ways to make your eagerness known... but later, not when he’s still jet lagged and you’re just grateful to be near each other.

After six weeks, what’s one more week? What’s one more night?

Patience is what gets you through dinner, feigning nonchalance despite the corset digging into your hips, despite how you’d much rather drag him back to your apartment, patient despite how good he looks in blue jeans and a sweatshirt, hair tousled around his headband.

Patient, but with no reprieve from his dimpled smile for hours, holding hands on the way home from jajangmyeon, you can’t pretend you’re not counting down the minutes until he finds the thigh high fishnets, hidden innocently under your own jeans, begging to be wrapped around his waist.

You’ve been thinking about this, planning this, for weeks.

And with the front door finally, gloriously closed behind you, it’s almost laughable – adorable, even – how oblivious Jooehon is, sinking into the couch to bring up Netflix, as if you hadn’t spent hours fantasizing about seducing him, about driving him wild with desire, fueling your time alone while you were apart.

Suddenly, patience is overrated.

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Lust is a sin.

Lust stops Jooheon short, no time to browse, no time at all, really, before you’re tugging the remote away – tv off, music on – before you’re sliding into his lap, arms around his neck.

Legs around his waist. At last.

Lips against his neck, a warmup, a prelude to a kiss that leaves no room for confusion, captivating him with a slow, deliberate bite. Your teeth glide down his lip, threatening to leave, to pull your mouth from his before capturing both lips again, no need for air, no need to breathe anything that isn’t him.

Lust is arousing on its own, anticipation inching you closer, making you rock against him, eager for friction against the growing damp in your core. His hands are hot, burning, through your jeans as they skirt your thighs, fingers kneading flesh as he reaches around to grab your butt and back again, and he moans into your mouth. It’s a wonder he doesn’t notice, doesn’t catch the feel of fishnet under your jeans, but that’s lust.

Ordinary, everyday lust.

“What brings this on?” He teases when you break for air, but you can tell he’s not complaining, not with that cheeky grin, not when you know you have his attention, solid and gratifying between your legs, desire like lightning between you.

You’ve missed him; it’s been too long; too many nights spent with a vibrator and not with him.

So many things you dreamed of saying, sexy, seductive, enticing, but lust renders them irrelevant, strikes you dumb.

“I want you to fuck me.” It’s plain but confident, stated simply, but somehow that’s erotic enough. His lips lurch forward to meet yours, back to where you left off, hands under his sweatshirt, gliding across warm, firm muscle. You nails find gentle purchase as he breaks from your lips.

Biting and licking his way down your neck, he noses aside your collar to find the spot that makes you squirm, and then, then, he notices, tracing his hands up to cup your breasts and coming up with a handful of boning instead of flesh.

His reaction is everything you had hoped for and more, twisting you off his lap and onto your back between one kiss and the next, making quick work of your buttons until you’re on display, cleavage to your chin in your scarlet corset.

Lust chases away any lingering playfulness as he takes it in, and you’re sure he just meant to adjust himself but instead he takes himself in hand at the sight of you, and you can’t help a pleased smirk, can’t help wriggling out of your jeans, left in nothing but corset and stockings.

“I take it you like it.” Eyes dancing with mirth, hand behind your head, you don’t regret your sass when he takes it as a challenge to show you instead of tell you, to spread your legs and find home between them. You don’t regret your sass when his tongue slides between your folds, even as he circles that spot with too much skill, too much practice, don’t regret it even as he has you trembling, sliding one finger – two fingers – over and over again against your walls in time with his mouth, until you’re frantic, begging; clinging to a precipice and dying to let go.

Don’t regret it until he stops, leaves you empty.

“I like the tights, but the corset has to go.” And you don’t disagree, because the corset doesn’t feel sexy anymore, it feels awkward, uncomfortable like an ill-fitted bra, restricting your movement when you’d prefer your breasts pressed to his chest, or in his hands, or in his mouth; anywhere but crushed to your chin, with something much less pleasant than Jooheon digging into your skin, and you bob your head in fervent agreement, still aching for him to finish what he started.

Well…what you started.

Lust is a sin, after all; one in which you enthusiastically indulge.

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But sex? Sex is awkward.

Awkward and inelegant even with experience, even after all this time, almost worse with familiarity, with less pressure. The laughter makes it better, especially when sometimes someone breaks the headboard, or when sometimes someone gets a cramp in the backseat.

Or those other times, when someone gets stuck in their corset, knot too tight to easily undo – had to last all day, didn’t it? – and the best plans for getting laid by mice and men go horribly, hysterically awry.

Jooheon tugs at the knot, picks at tight laces with the edge of a nail, but the string is too taught, too tight after carrying the weight of the day’s plans, and so he yanks at it, fixated on the string and the task at hand, forgetting that you’re attached to it.

You can’t help but let out an ‘oof’ and an embarrassed chuckle, and you barely manage to stay upright, to keep yourself from knocking the both of you over. He tugs again, trying to release enough tension to free you, and all of a sudden the mood, the planning, the all-day-seduction is lost, because you’re stuck in a corset and Jooheon is going to have to cut you out of it, and it’s just so ridiculous, so over the top – of course it would happen to you – that both of you break down in giggles until he finally gets the scissors and snips you free in a relieving pop.

It's hard not to be grateful that you weren't actually trying to impress anyone, because at this point Jooheon is practically stuck with you. If you happen to still be ever so slightly embarrassed (or incredibly mortified, who's to say), you know he won't make you feel less for it.

When you’ve finally recovered, finally changed into one of his hoodies and sweatpants, the look he gives you isn’t the one you had planned for, too comfortable and affectionate, more love than lust, but it’s not a loss when the night ends in laughter instead of breathless sighs, not a loss when you end the night in each other’s arms regardless.

At the end of the night, sex is awkward.

What else are you supposed to do?

Valentine's Trope: Sexy Lingerie

Prompt: Patience is a virtue, lust is a sin; sex is awkward but everyone wins.

#no nut smut #lee jooheon #monsta x reader #monsta x imagines #monsta x fanfic #joohoney x reader #monsta x smut

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kota-writes · 2 years

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Tempting

request: imagine teasing Sam and Bucky all day with your outfit, sly comments and touches, the whole lot. When it comes to the end of the day they give you exactly what you want…for HOURS, so much overstim and degrading

Pairing: Bucky x you x Sam

Warnings: cursing, smut, double penetration, degrading, use of a vibrator, thigh ridding, one mention of chocking? Dom sub dynamics, unprotected sex (don’t try that at home kids)

A/N: this is waaaay longer than planned. I spent like a week on this because your original prompt gave me too many ideas to process.

Requests: open and begging to be filled

“Why do we have to go to training again?” You grumbled sleepily. Bucky and Sam had woken your ass up at the butt crack of dawn to go punch each other. You were currently shuffling between the 2 tall men with a frown on your face towards the gym.

“Because we said so” Sam dead panned, obviously not in the mood for your whining. If they were gonna make you miserable you were gonna make them miserable. An eye for an eye or whatever. You took the rest of the walk to think up a plan and what you came up with felt perfect.

Bucky opened the door of the gym to usher you and Sam in. On your way in you brushed your fingers delicately over Buckys larms with an innocent smile drawn across you lips. Buckys face was a mixture of confusion and boyish giddiness. Bucky was easy to fuck with, Sam took extra work.

Warm ups were the perfect scenario to get Sam. Sam is an ass man, plain and simple, and your gym shorts left little to the imagination. You bent over to stretch your legs and wiggled your ass just a bit, enough to be visible, but still subtle. You could feel sams eyes on you. “Nice view baby” Sam chuckled, and lightly slapped your butt before pressing on.

Small touches and sly comments continued all throughout warmups. Bucky and Sam still hadn’t caught on and were playing along, when you got to one on one sparring though? That’s when the fun started;

“Alright doll, let’s get started” bucky exclaimed, clapping his hands together with a grin. It was a quick match, to be fair you weren’t trying too hard anyway and you needed to lose for this part. You ended up on your back with Bucky pinning you down. You rocked your hips slightly, pressing against buckys cock. You played it off like you were trying to roll him off of you. That’s when it all clicked for him, and unfortunately for him, your little plan was working.

Sam was next- you tried much harder this time, hoping to actually win. Bucky was awkwardly watching trying to hide his hard on with a grimace. You finally swiped your leg out and knocked Sam over. You quickly climbed on top of him with a sly smile. You decided to see how far you could push your luck today. You wrapped your hand around sams throat and watched his jaw clench. You threw a glance at Bucky and watched the same expression roll over his face.

It was a very quick shift. Sam flipped you over, pinning your hand above your head roughly. “You’re needy today aren’t you huh? If you wanna be a whore you could just say so” he growled, degrading you with a smirk on his face. Bucky walked over behind your head and crouched down, titling his head at you. He had a dean pan expression that was impossible to read. You knew enough about the two that you were in a world of trouble though.

“We could take her here, ruin her and make her walk home like that. Or we could go home and take our time.” Bucky mused with sam, completely ignoring your existence. You knew what happened when they took their time with you, walking was a touch difficult after those nights.

“Well if she wants attention so bad then let’s give it to her” Sam pepped, pulling you to stand roughly, giving you a stern look. You hurried to pack your things and walk out the door. The short walk home was tense to say the least. Bucky had a arm wrapped tightly around you waist, Sam kept throwing you knowing glances the whole way.

The door to your apartment was barely closed before Bucky had you pressed against it. Sam wandered off to your bedroom to probably grab one of your many toys. Buckys lips were all over you, his scruff scratching against your soft skin. “Is this what you wanted baby? Attention?” He purred against your skin as he started pulling your shirt off. You whimpered in response, knowing words weren’t going to help your situation.

Bucky unhooked your bra and immediately latched his lips to one of your nipples, nipping at the sensitive bud. You arched your back into his touch, moaning. “Oh honey you’re hot and bothered over this? Just wait, we have so much more planned” Bucky cooed at you. Your chest was rising and falling rapidly at his words.

You were debating on whether or not you wanted to push a little further when he pressed his knee in between your thighs. Your head lulled back against the wall at the sweet friction. Bucky roughly grabbed your hair and forced you to look at him as you rocked and bucked your hips, chasing your pleasure. Bucky rested your forehead against his before gripping your hips with fervour. He helped you grind your hips faster, relishing in the sweet moans that slipped past your lips.

“Gonna cum doll? Hm? Use your words pretty thing” he purred. You opened your mouth to answer but all that came out was a guttural groan as you came on his thick thigh. Bucky slowly forced your hips to a stop, helping you through your orgasm.

“Mine turn” Sam growled, appearing behind Bucky with a simple smile. Your eyes drift down to the vibrator he had in his hands and your thighs clenched. That wasn’t a rare toy in our bedroom but you just knew Sam wasn’t going to ease you into it’s higher settings today.

Bucky guided you to your couch on shaky legs. Bucky sat down and laid you down in his lap, leaving room for sam at the end. “Since you wanted this so badly I won’t be gentle. What’s your safe word pretty thing?” Sam stated. You took a second to catch your breath before answering “red” quietly. Sam nodded curtly before settling himself more.

You quickly realized why Bucky was behind you, he gripped your hips tightly to keep you place. Sam clicked the toy on to what you could only assume was the highest setting and pressed against your clit. Your hips jumped off the couch at the vibrations. You could feel it in your bones, it was so overwhelming. Your moans were high pitched and broken.

Sam was getting too much enjoyment out of this. He was just watching with a lazy grin as he watched you struggle to run away from the stimulation that rode a fine line between pain and pleasure. Bucky was holding you roughly but kissing your skin gently. It was overwhelming but you were loving every bit of it.

“Does that feel good? Is this what you wanted?” Sam drawled looking you over, your head locked back and your eyes squeezed shut. You were fighting off your orgasm, trying to not fall apart so fast. Bucky twisting your nipples is what pushed you over the edge almost painfully. You were screaming a mixture of their names and curses. You had to shove the vibrator away from Sam when it got to be too much.

“Think you can manage one more princess” Bucky hummed against your cheek. You honestly didn’t know after two almost painful orgasms if you could do it again. But non the less you nodded weakly. Sam chuckled and hauled you up so everyone’s positions could shift.

Sam and Bucky stripped their clothes off, giving you a little show as they did it. You took your time appreciating their toned bodies, miles of muscle and soft skin. Sam laid down on his back pulling you on top of him. You took a deep breath before sinking down on his thick cock. It was a tight fit, but you made it work. You rocked your hips a little before stilling and laying forward and nuzzling into sam’s neck.

“Take a deep breath and relax doll. ‘S gonna hurt a little ok?” Bucky soothed softly as he pressed the head of his dick against your tight hole. You obeyed his instructions and relaxed fully into sams body. The stretch was painful, you felt unbelievably full. You would never get used to taking them both at the same time.

A few seconds of you shaking were enough for you to huff out a gruff “move”. The boys found their pace quickly, a slow push and grind is what they settled on. You were on cloud 9, their moans were driving you crazy. You went slack in their arms, allowing them to use you as they wanted.

“You wanted to be treated like a whore yeah?” Bucky hissed, pulling your head back by your hair. “Then take it!” You groaned out a “yes sir” knowing the name drove him crazy. He growled and shoved your head back down. Sam pulling you in for a rough and dirty kiss, all teeth and tongue. You were vibrating with pleasure, teetering on the edge.

Sam brought his hand down and rubbed sharp, rough, circles against your swollen bud and sent you rocketing into an earth shattering orgasm. You pulled them both along with you, feeling them both spill inside of you. Their groans echoing around your apartment, you felt sorry for your neighbors.

Bucky pulled out first, hissing at the tightness on his sensitive cock. “I’ll get a towel and water. You two do what you do” Bucky chuckled, strangely calm for what he just did to you. Sam settled for a much softer kiss this time, taking his time in reminding you how much he loves you. Both Sam and Bucky were very good and loving you with actions.

Bucky returned with a bottle of water and a wet rag. Sam rolled you over to let Bucky take care of you. You both knew he loved taking care of his lovers, normally he would run a bath (sams favorite) but today he just wanted to take a nap with you both. You grumbled at him when he ran the cloth over your sensitive skin, giving him attitude you probably shouldn’t. Bucky and Sam sent you a dirty look, effectively shutting you up.

“That was much better than training” you quipped with a satisfied grin. The boys snorted and nodded before joining you on the couch to cuddle.

#bucky smut #bucky barns imagine #bucky barns smut #sam wilson #sam smut #bucky x you #sam x you #marvel smut #sam fluff #bucky fluff #sam imagine

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kota-bee · 2 years

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Your local horny anon here, imma forgive you for not seeing the eternals, substitute that request for Sam and Bucky (We do not see enough Sam in these smuts!!!)

Pairing: Bucky x you x Sam

Warnings: cursing, smut, double penetration, degrading, use of a vibrator, thigh ridding, one mention of chocking? Dom sub dynamics, unprotected sex (don’t try that at home kids)

A/N: this is waaaay longer than planned. I spent like a week on this because your original prompt gave me too many ideas to process.

Requests: open and begging to be filled

“That was much better than training” you quipped with a satisfied grin. The boys snorted and nodded before joining you on the couch to cuddle.

#Bucky x you x Sam #bucky barns x y/n #bucky barns imagine #bucky barns smut #sam smut #the falcon x y/n #kota bee

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myhockeyworld87 · 3 years

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Under My Skin - Matthew Tkachuk

Word Count: 3,644

POV: Reader

Warnings: Language, Smut, NSFW

Summary: Matthew can be a pest but what happens when your ex, Auston Matthews get under his skin.

Notes: So I’m having a sad bitch moment and thought, why not post this. I finally broke down and wrote for this boy. Who knows if it’ll happen again...haha! At any rate hope you guys enjoy. Happy Reading!

Matthew first met you over a year ago when you’d moved to Calgary for work. You had just finished your degree and a job opportunity had landed you in the same city where he was playing. You’d been out at the bar with some co-workers and had caught his eye immediately. You were everything that Matthew was looking for in a woman, smart, funny, incredibly gorgeous, with a charm that seemed to draw everyone around you in. You were like a magnet and Matthew couldn’t resist your pull.

That first night he’d barely been able to talk to you. You’d been besotted with people left and right, and it seemed as though every time Matthew worked up the courage to speak with you, you would get pulled away. Matthew finally ran into you on the way to the restroom. Like, literally ran into you. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” Matthew apologized steadying you with a hand on your waist. His hand lingered a little longer than necessary but you weren’t complaining.

“It’s ok I wasn’t paying attention.” You held up your phone in defense. You’d been so distracted by a text, that you really weren’t watching where you were going. “Did you ever have someone text you that you hoped you’d never hear from again?”

It was an interesting introduction to a conversation but then Matthew would take any opportunity he could get to speak to you. “Actually, yes.”

“It’s so annoying, right?”

“Well, there is a way to solve that problem.”

Your eyes held his with rapt attention, and Matthew could tell you were clinging to his every word. It was then that it struck him that he never wanted that look to fade from your face. “How?”

“Come have a drink with me and forgot about whoever it is on that phone.” You smiled. It was a bright, brilliant thing of beauty that Matthew swore could light up the night sky on its darkest days. He was sold right then and there, and with just that simple gesture you had no idea that you’d swooped in and stolen his heart that night.

You forgot about that text message fairly quickly and just settled into an easy conversation with Matthew. The night flew by and before you knew it, your co-workers were calling it a night and you were all heading home. Matthew asked for your number which you gave in hopes that he would call you soon. Little did you know that after you left, Matthew debated with himself on how long to wait to text you. Every unsaid rule in the code of dating said to wait for at least forty-eight to seventy-two hours before making a move, but Matthew was never one to follow convention. As he lay in bed, he decided to send you a quick message.

Had a great time tonight.

It was short and to the point, and Matthew figured if you answered then he would ask you out again. Unfortunately, for Matthew, he wasn’t the only one texting you as you crawled into bed after taking off all your makeup. You were just getting ready to reply to Matthew when another text came in. It was the fourth of the night from the same person that had messaged you before, Auston Matthews.

You hadn’t spoken to him in months, back when you were in Toronto, and you didn’t plan on speaking to him now, though he seemed to be trying his hardest to get your attention, just as he had been for the last couple of months. Your relationship with Auston had been nothing short of toxic. Oh sure, at first it was all hearts and roses in the beginning. Auston swept you off your feet with that charming smile of his, but then you were young and the flashy NHLer said all the right things, at first.

You weren’t normally one to tumble into bed right after the first date, though that’s what happened with Auston. He made it seem like you were the only one, but after dating him for only four months you’d found out that wasn’t true. Oh, he tried to brush it off, make it seem like he wasn’t cheating. That the panties you’d found lying tucked between the nightstand and the bed were some old fling and not some random hookup he’d brought home. You wanted to believe him and so you let your heart overpower your head and stayed with him until you’d literally walked in on him in bed with another woman. There was no talking his way out of that one.

It was an easy decision to break things off with him, though he kept trying to win you back. You were good for his image and he thought that he could keep you happy while he had some fun on the side. The only thing was you didn’t want him back, even though his friends tried to helped his cause. That’s when you decided to take the job in Calgary. It was an easy decision six months ago. Which is part of the reason it surprised you when he texted tonight. He was in Calgary for a game and wanted to talk. You’d honestly were debating seeing him when you’d run into Matthew.

Matthew, you sighed. His curly hair and shaved sides gave off this bad boy vibe, but as you sat there and talked to him, you’d realized he had to be one of the sweetest men out there. You hadn’t realized at first who he actually was. Auston had turned you off to the NHL scene altogether, so you no longer paid attention to the games, even if hockey was Canada’s major sport. Honestly, you wish you didn’t know he was in the NHL. It was part of the reason you were debating about answering him. Maybe you would just sleep on it and decide in the morning.

Meanwhile, Matthew was having a mild panic attack. He told himself that maybe you lived close to the bar and had already fallen asleep before you got his text, or that you’d turned off your phone the minute you got home. He constantly kept checking his, looking for those three little dots letting him know that you were sending something back. It was torturous.

You laid there all of twenty minutes before you decided that you couldn’t resist the curly-haired man that had captured your attention tonight. Grabbing your phone, you shot off a quick, I did too. You typed and erased it three times, wondering if you should add more before finally pressing the send button. There it was done, if he said something back, you’d go from there. Fifteen seconds later, you knew you were in trouble.

Maybe we could do it again sometime?

Matthew was sweating as he hit send. He’d never been this nervous before about a woman. They either liked him or didn’t, but you, you were different. He knew that from the moment he saw you. It was even more prevalent now after he’d spent most of the night with you.

I’d like that.

Was your simple reply back. One that had Matthew ready to jump up and out of bed with excitement. And so the texting went on for the next ten minutes until he finally ended up calling you. The two of you talked for over an hour, almost as if you’d known each other all your lives, and you completely forgot about the texts from Auston.

Matthew took you out three days later to an exclusive restaurant in the city. This time you told yourself you’d not make the same mistake you’d made with Auston. So, when the night drew to a close, Matthew drove you to your apartment then very properly walked you to the door and only kissed you on the cheek. It wasn’t what you expected. You’d thought he’d go for more, but Matthew wanted to do things right. He knew you were special and he wasn’t going to mess things up by sleeping with you on night one. He was in this for the long run.

That was over a year ago. Sure, it had been difficult at first to give him your complete trust, but Matthew had earned it and over time you knew that although he may be a pest on the ice, he was anything but that in your personal life. Now the two of you shared a home and were on your way to making a life together.

You’d kept your relationship on the down-low, staying off of all forms of social media to keep the wolves at bay. Which meant that no one, including Auston, knew that you and Matthew were dating. That was until he and everyone else saw you in the background of Taryn’s video for Brady’s twenty-first birthday. The picture highlighted Brady but behind him, there was Matthew nibbling on your neck and ear. Fans picked up on it right away, wondering who you were and Matthew decided he was tired of hiding the two of you. A week later he was posting a picture of the two of you holding hands on your way back to Calgary.

That was dozens of posts and months ago. Your life with Matthew was nothing short of amazing, until the Flames played the Leafs. Matthew was in Toronto while you stayed back in Calgary for work. It was an early game and you joined the other wives and significant others in a small little watch party. Drinks were flowing freely, so you really didn’t catch the exchange between Matthew and Auston in warmups.

Matthew was minding his own business as he stretched near the centerline. That’s when Auston started with the little jabs. “Nice little piece of ass you picked up Tkachuk.” Matthew was used to guys talking shit about all kinds of things on the ice, though normally it was about him being a dirty player or how Brady was the better Tkachuk on the ice; all that shit he could handle. He wasn’t used to someone taking stabs at you.

“Shut the fuck up Matthews,” he replied then skated away. If Auston was looking for a fight, he’d get one if he kept up this banter, but not until the game started.

It wasn’t until the end of the first that Auston got a chance to chirp Matthew again. “Tell me, Tkachuk, does (Y/N) still make the same pretty moans…”

“Finish that and you’ll regret it,” Matthew told him. It was the only warning Matthew was going to give. Of course, Matthew knew that you’d dated someone in the hockey world and that he’d been a verifiable asshole. He’d never pressed the issue too much as he was trying to turn that stigma about hockey players around. He never liked Auston, he was always cordial to him in non-ice settings but now that he knew he was the cheating bastard who basically used you; he liked him less.

Play resumed before anything else could happen and Matthew was sure to get in a few good checks in before heading back for the first intermission. When he was back on the ice for the second Auston picked up right where they had left off. “So, you like my sloppy seconds, Tkachuk?” Matthew saw red at the insult, and before he knew what he was doing he dropped his gloves and hit Auston. Inwardly, you cringed at the fight, not wanting to let on to the other girls that you had an idea what the exchange was about. Auston went down easy, with Matthew barely touching him, and so off the penalty box he went, while the Leafs went on the power play. You could see him just sitting there stewing, though you weren’t sure if he was mad at himself for letting Auston get to him or mad at you.

The game ended up tied in the third, and little did you know that Auston took the opportunity to get a few more digs into Matthew. “Does she get as wet for as she did for me, or do you have to work for it?” Johnny had to hold him back from leveling him after that, but Auston didn’t let up. “She was such a fucking slut for me in bed. You know I fucked every hole…” That’s all he got out before going down hard as Matthew planted a right hook to his jaw. But Matthew wasn’t done and went after Auston as he lay on the ice. Matthew was ejected from the game and the Leafs scored on the power play.

There was no interview after the game with Matthew, so you had no idea what he was feeling or how pissed he was. As soon as you got home, you tried to call him but it went straight to voicemail. You tried to tell yourself it didn’t mean anything that maybe he never turned his phone back on after the game or maybe they were already on the flight back to Calgary, as the team played at home the following day, but you just weren’t sure. So, you laid in the king-size bed you shared with Matthew, wrapped up in your favorite old t-shirt of his, simply staring up at the ceiling.

At some point, you must have fallen asleep, for you didn’t hear the door open or Matthew dropping his bag like you usually did. It wasn’t until he crept into bed that you finally knew he was home. He was laying on his back, hands behind his head when you finally rolled over letting him know you were awake. You’d thought about what to say to him before falling asleep but waited for him to say something to you. When he didn’t you simply whispered, “If you want me to go I will.”

“Go?” Matthew questioned now rolling on to his side so he could see you. “Why would I want you to leave?”

“I never wanted to be a problem for you, Matthew, especially not with other players.” It was part of the reason you’d never told him that you’d dated Auston, though you should’ve known that Auston couldn’t keep his mouth shut.

You went to say more, but Matthew stopped you. “You’re not the problem (Y/N). You could never be one.” His fingers ran up and down your arms lightly, just caressing your skin. “I love you, baby.”

“I love you too.” His lips found yours then, and you melted into the feel of him, savoring how his body started to relax against you.

“Auston’s an asshole.” Matthew finally said, when the two of you broke apart.

“Do I even want to know what he said?”

“Just shit to get me riled up, and it worked.” Your one hand went to the back of his neck, massaging the knotted muscles there. “I’m not stupid. I realize what probably happened between the two of you. I just don’t like hearing it.”

“We both have pasts, Matthew. We can’t change that, but you’re my future.”

He gave you a real quick peck to your lips. “And you’re mine. At least I don’t have to deal with him for a couple weeks.”

You pushed him onto his back before straddling his hips. “Don’t let him get under your skin, babe. When he starts to say something…” you looked him right in the eyes. “And you know he will. Just remind him how you’re the only one I want with me.” You flexed your hips before running your hands up his bare chest. “And in me.” Matthew’s hands went to your waist, where he played with the band of lace on your panties. “You’re more to me than he’ll ever be. Both here,” you taped your heart and then his. “And here.” Lifting your hips, you took your hand and cupped the length of him. His cock instantly hardened under your touch.

Your words spurred Matthew into action, for the next thing you knew he was ripping your panties, before shimming out of his boxers. His fingers went to your folds, where he found you ready for him. “Fuck you’re so wet.”

“Only for you Matthew. Only for you.” It was extra reassurance that you knew Matthew needed and tonight you’d give him as many as he needed. He guided your hips down onto his cock and you sighed out with pleasure as he filled you like no one else ever had.

As you grabbed the hem of your t-shirt Matthew whispered harshly, “Leave it on.” It was one of his Flames shirts; one that had both his name and number on the back. Leaning down you kissed him long and hard, before starting to ride him. It was slow at first, a pace meant to build you both up but not push you over the edge. His hands were everywhere, under your shirt caressing your breasts, wandering down your back to cup your ass, and moving up and down your thighs to quicken your speed.

Finally, he couldn’t take it any longer and he flipped your bodies so that he loomed over top of you. His thrusts were deep and hard, almost punishing if your body hadn’t wanted him so bad. “You belong to me.” He said as he flexed into you, pushing you up against the headboard.

“Yes, baby. Only you.”

“Who?” He asked again and you realized that he was not in the mood to hear any pet names.

“You, Matthew, you,” you answered knowing that he owned you both body and soul, just as you owned him.

“That’s right, baby.” Matthew's thrusts were deep and sure, as he knew what would bring you pleasure, and with a few more flexes of his hips, he sent you spiraling out of control, screaming his name.

“MMMAAATTTTTTTTTTHHHHEEEEEWWW.”

That was all he needed to catch his high and follow you down, your name on his lips. He rolled onto his side taking you with him; your breaths mingling together as you both calmed. Your nails skimmed down his spine aimless, something you tended to do after sex. Matthew always said he loved the continued intimacy it brought, and tonight it felt like you both needed that. His lips found yours, the kiss loving and tender. “I love you, (Y/N),” Matthew whispered while brushing a stray lock of hair from your face. “And I promise, I won’t let Auston get to me next time.”

“Good, because you’re the only man I love Matthew, and the team doesn’t need you getting ejected from games because of me.”

“It won’t happen again.” You truly hoped that it wouldn’t but with Matthew’s temper you never knew.

It was a little over two weeks later that the Flames were taking on the Leafs, this time at the Saddledome, where you were in attendance. Admittedly, you were a bit nervous on the inside as to what would happen between the love of your life and the once lowlife that you'd briefly called boyfriend. You tried to shake off your nerves with idle chatter with some of the girls, but your eyes always seemed to drift back to where Matthew and Auston were on the ice.

Matthew for his part stayed away from center ice for warmups, just like he told you he would. It wasn’t until the second period after a blown whistle that Auston finally decided to poke at him. “How’s that girlfriend Tkachuk? You know if I told her I wanted her back she’d leave you in a second.”

“I doubt that Matthews. She told me you couldn't satisfy her in the bedroom. Something about cumming too soon.” Anger started to radiate across Auston’s face. “You should see a doctor about that.” Matthew skated away, completely ignoring anything Auston would be able to say back.

The game was tied late in the third once again when Auston tried to rile Matthew up again. Considering he had two assists you understood why they wanted your boyfriend out of the game. “It wasn’t me who had the problem Tkachuk, (Y/N)’s pussy was wider than the Grand Canyon.”

“Hmm,” Matthew taunted back. “Must be your small pencil dick, because she’s so tight it’s like a vice-grip around me.” Auston took offense and cross-checked Matthew into the boards right as the play began, earning him two minutes in the penalty box. Matthew laughed at him as the ref took him over. Auston wasn’t there for long, as Matthew scored the game-winning goal forty-some seconds into the penalty. You jumped up out of your seat with the rest of the girls cheering and screaming.

Even though they pulled the goalie, the Leafs couldn’t seem to find the back of the net before the buzzer sounded ending the game. You made your way down to wait outside the tunnel with the rest of the significant others. Most everyone was gone before Matthew finally came out, scooping you up in his arms. “Did you see that baby?”

“I saw Matty,” you told him, kissing him on the lips. “That goal was impressive.”

He finally set you back down on your feet. “No babe, that’s not what I meant. I didn’t let him get to me.”

“Yeah, I saw that too. I’m so proud of you.”

“Well, he can’t get under my skin about you, when I get to be all over yours.” His hands slid under your sweater and inside your jeans to cup your ass. “Speaking of your skin…let’s go home so I can get you out of all these clothes and see you.”

You kissed him, long and languidly, before pulling back. “I like that idea. I like it a lot.” The two of you left the arena hands interlaced just as your bodies would be as soon as you got home.

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Announcement - Alex Morgan X Reader

Prompt: Can you do a Alex Morgan imagine where her and R just announce their relationship (which have been going on for let’s say for almost a year and R is younger then Alex as well). And some fans don’t like that they are together and are mad about it. So R ends up going into a little of a dark hole (like being a hemit, not going out anywhere, not answering Alex phones calls, and also ignoring her as well, showing up for practice late, not playing good, ignoring everyone on the team including her Bestfriend’s/ Team moms Ash and Ali just not being R normally bubbly slef,) until someone on the team (Ali) shows Alex what the fans have been doing and Alex plans a day full of surprise for R to show her how much she love R?

“Dinner tonight? My place?” Alex asked Y/N as they walked out of the practice facility.

“Umm, I don’t know, I’m pretty tired Al. I think I’m just going to head home and go to bed early,” Y/N wouldn’t look at Alex. She awkwardly adjusted her backpack straps, her shoulders hunched over, watching the ground as she walked.

Alex grabbed her girlfriends’ elbow, tugging her to a stop. She glanced around the parking lot to see if anyone else was close to them. As Y/N turned around, keeping head down, nervously tugging the straps on backpack more. Alex reached out and tried to hold Y/N’s hand, Y/N pulled her hand away, stepping backwards.

“Y/N…”Alex trained off, eyebrows creased. Heart breaking when her girlfriend physically pulled away from her. She had been pulling away for the past week. Y/N was never interested in spending time together, hardly replied to texts, never answered her calls, avoiding her at practice, now Alex couldn’t even touch her. “Is everything alright?”

“Uhh yea, of course, just tired,” Y/N nodded, still refusing to look up, shuffling her feet.

“It’s just, things seem weird between us.”

“Oh no, all good,” Y/N stiffly closed the distance between them, hesitating before placing an awkward kiss to Alex’s cheek before walking away. “I’ll call you later.”

Alex sighed and watched her girlfriend walk away, before slowing making her way to her car.

Y/N didn’t call Alex that night. Alex spent the night trying to find things keep herself busy, trying not to wait for her phone to ring. Finally, Alex caved as she got ready for bed, pulling up her text conversation with Y/N, hoping maybe she just missed a text from Y/N. Disappointed she hadn’t, she called her girlfriend.

Alex nervously paced back and forth next to her bed while she waited for Y/N to pick up the call. When it didn’t, she let out a groan, tossing her phone on her bed. She had no idea what happened between her and her girlfriend. They had been together for over a year, both teams had been incredibly supportive. Of course, some fans had started to speculate, but they always did. Everyone on the team had “dated” several other people also on the team, every look and touch was looked into and over looked in to. Alex and Y/N finally just stopped hiding it, confirming their relationship with a simple photo of them on Instagram, Y/N kissing Alex’s cheek, both smiling.

Alex didn’t think anything else about it, happy she no longer felt like she needed hide any aspect of her life. Y/N made her happy, Alex saw a future with the younger woman. She was proud Y/N was her girlfriend, she wanted everyone to know, wanted to show her off. After they posted the picture Alex had posted several other pictures of them, struggling to limit herself; she had so many good ones of them.

She finished getting ready for bed, calling Y/N one more time before going to sleep. Y/N didn’t answer again, this time sending Alex to voicemail. Alex pulled the phone away and glanced at the screen, sighing she put her phone on the end table and settled into bed, staring at the ceiling.

Y/N sighed when she saw her phone ringing again, she wanted to answer, she did. She wanted to talk to Alex, wanted to spend the night held in Alex’s arms, really wanted to explain to Alex why she had pulled away this week. Y/N loved Alex, she knew Alex was happy with her, that she made Alex happy in return. Y/N couldn’t agree fast enough when Alex said she wanted to stop hiding their relationship and announce it.

And then they did; they announced it. And then the comments came in. Lots of comments came in and they didn’t stop. Some were supportive, some said how happy they looked as a couple, how well suited they were for each other, some were proud of them, thanked them for the courage to come out themselves.

There unfortunately weren’t many of those, or at least not enough of them to make up for plethora of negative, offensive comments. So many people commented that their age difference was too significant. That Y/N was using Alex to advance her soccer career, to get more exposure. Fans said Alex could do much better, that Y/N was not good enough for Alex.

The fans were ruthless. Picking apart previous pictures, speculating other relationships. Tearing apart all of Y/N’s physical attributes. They didn’t hold back at all, they were ruthless.

It was everything she already thought, having other people seeing it, confirming it, was hitting her hard. Y/N had tried to avoid reading the comments, tried to avoid all social media. When that didn’t work, she turned her phone off entirely. But then she just sat and thought, which was worse than reading her phone.

So, she tried to keep herself busy. Her apartment was spotless. She went for a long run every night. She snuck back in their training facility to train. Everything she could do to distract herself; to exhaust herself so she could actually sleep at night.

“Did you get a good night sleep?” Alex sat on the chair next to Y/N the next morning before training.

“Oh, umm, yea, Y/N’s hands paused before continuing to tie her cleats, giving Alex a brief glance and a small smile.

“You look tired,” Alex commented, resting a hand on Y/N’s thigh.

“Thanks Alex, you really know how to make a girl feel special,” Y/N gave a sarcastic laugh, standing up and walking away before Alex could even say anything else.

Alex sighed and leaned her head against the wall, closing her eyes.

“You read the comments to then?” Ashlyn asked softly.

Alex’s eyes shot open, head turning quickly to the keepers.

“Comments?”

“Yea…” Ashlyn’s brow furrowed. “If it’s not the comments, what’s going on?”

Alex stared at Ashlyn for a second, expression blank, before she released another sigh and leaned against the wall. “Y/N’s avoiding me. What comments?”

Ashlyn didn’t say anything, just pulled her phone out, pulling up the photo Alex and Y/N posted a week earlier declaring their relationship. Alex gave Ashlyn a skeptical look before tentatively reaching for the phone.

Alex slowly scrolled through all the comments, mouth falling open the more she read, letting out a small gasp at the especially vicious comments. Having read enough, Alex hastily handed the phone back to Ashlyn.

“How could they say that about her? Us?” Alex had paled now; how had she missed this? “Is this why Y/N is avoiding me? You don’t think she believes any of this?” She shook her head, tears now threatening to fall.

“I don’t know, she won’t talk to me or Ali either. And she’s all over the place in practice, missed tackles, bad touches, you name it.” That Alex had started to notice. “Ali went out to warm up with her, she’s hoping to get her to talk.”

Alex quickly stood up, rushing out of the change room to find her girlfriend. As soon she got to the field, she saw Y/N already kicking balls at the empty net, no real intention other than aggression behind the kicks. The forward began to jog over to her girlfriend before she was intercepted by Ali.

“Fix this,” Ali said firmly, holding Alex’s arm to prevent her from moving forward.

“I’m trying to, Ashlyn showed me some of the comments. I had no idea,” Alex hung her head, guilt obvious in her expression.

“She won’t talk to me or Ash, but you need to remind her they aren’t true and how much you love her, how wrong every single negative comment is.”

Alex nodded along, eyes now watching her girlfriend across the field. She was already soaked in sweat, face scrunched as she focused, her jaw clenched tight, and the tension clear though out her body. Seeing her like this and now knowing about the comments, she suddenly felt lightheaded. This was the woman she supposedly cared, supposedly loved, and she had missed how much she was clearly hurting, struggling.

Before Alex could get to her girlfriend, the rest of players made their way on the field, Marc starting practice soon after. As Marc gave his pre practice meeting, Alex stood as close to Y/N as she could, the lengths on their bodies touching. Alex could see Y/N glance towards her out of the corner of her eye, jaw clenching before she shuffled away. Alex sighed and shuffled with her, remaining as close as possible, this time loosely gripping the hem of Y/N’s jersey.

Y/N turned her head slightly to see Alex’s hand on her jersey but didn’t move away this time. Alex shuffled the smallest amount closer, angling her body so her front was pressed against Y/N’s side. She tugged on the jersey as she leaned up on her toes to reach Y/N’s ear, “I love you gorgeous.”

Alex heard the sharp intake of breath and the catch before she could release it, she felt the slight tremble suddenly taking over. The forward remained as close as she could, this hadn’t been the reaction she expected. She hadn’t expected any reaction really.

Y/N let out a grateful sigh and pulled away from Alex as soon as Marc dismissed them to start their warmup. She then proceeded to do everything she could to avoid Alex the entire practice.

By the time Marc called practice to an end Y/N was exhausted. She dragged her feet to the locker room, shoulder slumped forward, completely in her head and unaware of anything around her.

Alex took advantage of this, sliding her arm along Y/N’s waist, pulling herself into Y/N’s chest. Y/N stumbled slightly; Alex tightened her grip to keep her up. She felt her girlfriend go rigid. “Hey love of my life,” she leaned up placing a gentle kiss on the underside of Y/N’s jaw. “I’ve decided I am coming over right now; we are going to have a hot bath together and cuddle on the couch. We have tomorrow off, we can order in and not leave the couch the whole night.”

Now Y/N began to pull away, “I’m exhausted Alex, I just want to shower and have a nap on the couch.”

“I know you are, beautiful,” Alex’s arms remained firm around Y/N’s waist. “you look ready to fall asleep standing up, so let me help.” She wanted to add, maybe you’ll tell me what’s wrong, but didn’t want to push her luck. “We can cuddle, I know you always sleep better with me.”

Alex waited for some of the tension to leave her body, then saw the small nod as she looked up with hopeful eyes. “Perfect, I’ll come over now.” She kept herself attached to Y/N as they continued into the change room.

The couple silently through the parking lot to their vehicles after gathering their things.

“Umm I guess I’ll see you at my place then?” Y/N awkwardly stopped at her car door.

“You bet,” Alex smiled, trying to draw some kind of smile from her girlfriend, “I’ll order food when I get there while you shower.” Alex stretched up and kissed Y/N the cheek before turning and going to her own car.

Y/N didn’t even wait for Alex when they got to her apartment. Alex let out a breath as she watched Y/N rush out of her car and go inside without looking her way.

By the time Alex made it into the condo, Y/N was already in the shower. She ordered supper for the two of them before getting everything ready for them to spend the rest of the night on the couch, pulling out a couple fluffy blankets, lighting a couple candles. Waiting for Y/N, she nervously paced the condo, trying to figure out how to talk to her.

Y/N shuffled out of the bedroom a few minutes later, finally giving Alex a small smile when she saw the small set up in the living room.

“Hey supper should be here any minute, why don’t you get settled and I’ll bring it over,” Alex gave Y/N a small smile. Y/N nodded and tentatively moved to the couch, sitting on the far end and pulled her knees to her chest, resting her chin on top. Alex watched, hating how uncomfortable Y/N looked in her own home now.

Alex brought the food over to the living room after it was delivered. Y/N didn’t even move while Alex pulled food cartons out. The silence tense and awkward. She shifted closer to Y/N on the couch, resting a hand on her thigh, “I got Italian, chicken parm for you, fettuccini for me,” Alex handed the container.

“Thanks,” Y/N rasped out. Alex kept herself close while they ate in uncomfortable silence, some random movie playing in the background.

Y/N placed her empty container on the coffee table, pulling her knees to her chest. Alex put her container down too, leaning into Y/N’s side, gentling pulling one arm off her knees to wrap around herself. Alex could feel the tension through Y/N’s body.

“What’s going on Y/N?” Alex whispered, rubbing a hand gently on her thigh. “Don’t tell me nothing, Ash showed me the comments.”

“Oh,” Y/N’s body deflated, she chewed on her bottom lip.

Alex reached up and rubbed her thumb along Y/N’s creased eyebrow, easing some of the tension, “none of it is true Y/N. I love you.”

“But,” Y/N started, releasing out a breath, “so many people are saying the same things Al, that must means it’s true, that they all see it too.”

“They’re just jealous,” Alex pushed herself up, so she was face to face with Y/N.

“I’m serious Alex,” Y/N grunted out, frustrated.

“So am I, Y/N. They are all projecting their feelings. You are living a life they want, living your dream, successful, happily in love. It’s what everyone wants, you have it and they don’t. So, they are tearing you down to make themselves feel better. Those things are all people hiding behind keyboards and screens, but I bet none of them have near the skill or drive or intelligence or passion you do,” Alex drew herself even closer, wrapping both hands around Y/N’s face and forcing her to make eye contact.

“So? You’re still so out of my league Alex, everyone else sees it. Maybe I am only getting called up because I’m dating you, because Vlatko thinks you won’t come or something,” Y/N tried to turn her face out of Alex’s grasp, fidgeting in her seat. Her anxiety spiking the more she spoke, the more she talked about her insecurities. She could feel tears beginning the build up behind her eyes, the urge to move becoming overwhelming.

Feeling her girlfriend beginning to shake, Alex shifted her hand down and began methodically squeezing the muscles, compressing them as she worked down her arms, all the way down to her fingers, tugging each one individually before moving back up.

“What do you need? To move or more compression?” Alex asked, sensing the building anxiety attack in her girlfriend. She knew Y/N needed to move around, that it help her think, process, that too much sitting made her anxious. She also knew that sometimes she needed the compression, needed her muscles to be squeezed tight. And that sometimes she needed both. But most importantly, she knew that Y/N needed to be given the option and the space to choose.

Y/N scrambled to get up, “move,” she mumbled beginning to pace, “both maybe,” she squeezed her fists, rapping her knuckles against her thigh.

Alex slowly got up and hesitantly approached her girlfriend, waiting to see what Y/N needed. When Y/N remained where she was, Alex closed the distance entirely, wrapping her in a tight hug. Alex just held firm, slowly beginning to sway them on the spot. They stayed that way for several minutes before Y/N finally began to relax in her arms, it happened slow than suddenly Alex felt like she was holding all of Y/N’s weight.

“Let’s go to bed beautiful,” Alex murmured softly into her ear, feeling her girlfriends breathing already slowing as she began to fall asleep, the small anxiety attack taking her last bit of energy.

Y/N nodded her head, hands tightening on the hem of Alex’s shirt, fingers scrapping the skin along with it. Alex gave her another second before pushing them apart and leading Y/N to the bedroom by one hand.

Alex began pulling sleep clothes for them both from Y/N’s dresser, when she felt a finger tap her forearm. She turned her head to see Y/N nervously chewing on her bottom lip, eyes focused on her finger resting on Alex’s arm, “can we, I like the skin contact,” her jaw flex as she clenched her teeth. “No shirts?”

“Of course,” Alex soothed, turning into Y/N’s touch, pulling her shirt off before reaching and assisting Y/N in removing hers. They both removed their pants and crawled into bed. Y/N blindly shot a hand out, gripping Alex’s hip to pull her to lay on top.

Alex understood Y/N’s intention, that she needed the weight, the heat of another body, the comfort of her familiar scent, the soft breath against her chest, and the gentle caress of her fingers along her hip bones. Y/N was asleep almost instantly, the past week of over training and under sleeping catching up to her. The comfort of having Alex with her settling her mind for the time being.

Y/N woke the next morning by Alex spreading kisses along her bare shoulders, her thumbs gently massaging her thumbs into her hips bones, slowly encouraging her to wake up.

Y/N sighed as she slowly awoke, burrowing her head under the pillow.

“Wake up Y/N/N,” Alex shifted the pillow out of the way, whispering in her ear.

“No,” Y/N grumbled, blinding reaching to pull Alex’s hand back to massage her hips, “more massage.”

Alex chuckled and began to work the muscles of Y/N’s lower back. She glided her hands up, working her shoulder blades, “how about a massage tonight? For now, Ash and Ali are going to meet us at the beach so you two fishies can surf.”

“I like surfing,” Y/N’s head popped up, her voice still thick and gravely with sleep.

“There she is,” Alex pressed Y/N’s shoulders, guiding her to lay on her back, leaning down to gently kiss her, “so that’s a yes to surfing?”

“Always yes to surfing,” Y/N sat up, hands on Alex’s hips, her mood already improving after spending the night with her girlfriend.

Alex rolled herself off, “then get up, time to go.”

Y/N got ready to go and was ready to leave the house in record time. She stood by the apartment door with her surfboard in hand, swim bag on her shoulders, she excitedly bounced on the spot.

Alex laughed when she walked to the door, “you look like a little kid ready for the first day of school.”

Y/N grinned back, a full smile spreading across her cheeks, eyes crinkling as it finally reached her eyes for the first time in days.

The couple spent the morning at the beach with Ali and Ashlyn; Y/N and Ashlyn spending majority of the time in the water. Once the two women were able to fish their partners from the water, Ali and Ashlyn left the couple to allow them to have the day together.

Alex guided Y/N along the boardwalk, leading her to small beach front café where they sat watching the water, having a peaceful brunch.

After brunch the couple returned home, “how about that massage now, then we take a nap for the afternoon?” Alex guided Y/N back to her bedroom, pulling her shirt off before getting a response.

Y/N nodded and let herself be pulled along, lifting her arms to let Alex undress her.

The striker pushed Y/N’s shorts past her hips, pushing her to sit on the bed before pulling her own off, leaving them both nude. Alex straddled Y/N’s hips, bringing their lips together she kissed her long and slow, tongue teasingly tapping her lips before pulling away entirely, “turn over,” she whispered, lips brushing but not quite touching.

Y/N did as she was told, Alex raising herself slightly to allow the movement, hands quickly finding the bare skin of her back.

Alex worked the strong muscles for several minutes, the silence only broken by Y/N’s sighs and soft moans, the occasional whimper when a sensitive spot was found. When Alex pressed on the spots that earned a whimper, she would lean down and gently press her lips to it, kissing it better. She gently guided Y/N’s arms above her head, working into the curve of her lats, gliding a thumb along each indented rib. Guiding her hands up the younger woman’s arms, she brought her body until her bare chest was pressed into Y/N’s back, interlacing their fingers at the top.

Alex turned her head so her cheek rested between Y/N’s shoulder blades, chin angled up so Y/N could hear her whispers, “how do you feel?” her lips brushed the skin.

Y/N gave a content moan, lips ticking up into a small grin.

“Good,” Alex whispered back, she released one hand to wrestle the blankets out from under them to cover them for a nap, “I know today won’t fix how you are feeling, but I hope you know how much I love you, and I will do everything I can do show you how much love you deserve. Promise me you’ll come talk to me instead of shutting me out next time? Even its just to tell me you need space; I’ll understand and respect whatever you need.”

Y/N slowly nodded, “I love you Alex.”

“I love you too,” Alex whispered back, “now go to sleep for now.” She tightened her hold, pulling Y/N closer to her chest.

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Just another Girl | Jack Hughes | Part 2

Summary: Things between you and Jack have changed. A lot. You just can’t seem to get him out of your head. No matter how hard you tried. You seem to see Jack’s face in everybody. Your friend scored some tickets to a devils game... what happens next?

Requested- Nope :)

Words- 1k

Warnings- angsts, sad, very very sad, mentions of mental health issues, female reader

Requests- Open

Tagging some friends -@mysoftboybowen@ricohenrique @lovereadinghockeyy @cherrylita @dumbbrunettechild @2manytabsopen @prettyboyjackhughes @hawksgirl1

Authors Note- This fic is based of ‘Groupie’ by Cate. Enjoy!

It had been 2 weeks since you and Jack talked, the longest you’ve ever spent apart much less not talking to each other. You still didn’t understand what happened to Jack, well... you didn’t understand what happened to you and Jack’s relationship.

”Hi girly!” Claire, your best friend, said through the phone that was currently being held up to your ear.

”Hi Claire!” You said, shutting your laptop and getting up from your desk.

”Okay, I have something to tell you..” Claire said.

”Okay..? Is everything okay?” You said, worrying from the tone in her voice.

”I’m fine but I’m not sure if you’ll be-“ Claire said before you cute her off.

”Just spit it out!” You said, giggling.

”Okay! I have 2 New Jersey Devils tickets for tomorrow night.. I know you might not want to go because of... you know... Jack.. but you’re the only person I want to invite.” Claire said.

“Y-yeah.. I’ll go!” You said, not to sure about your decision after saying it.

”Okay! Just tell me if you change your mind.. I understand!” Claire said.

”Yeah sure! Thank you! I love you best friend!” You said, before hanging up after hearing Claire respond.

You put on a red oversized sweater that you got for Christmas a year ago with some black ripped jeans with white tennis shoes before walking out your apartment door and heading to your car, and then on the way to the rink. You were nervous about seeing Jack, even though he might not talk to you. Jack has caused you so much self doubt and anxiety that you’re scared to meet new people due to the fear they might just ghost you one day like Jack did. You decided you were going to go and enjoy time with your best friend anyway. You couldn’t let some boy ruin your happiness.

“Hi gorgeous! You look amazing!” Claire said, hugging you and looking at your outfit.

”Thank you lovely! You look amazing too!” You said as Claire handed you your ticket.

”Thanks babe, you ready to go in?” Claire asked, taking your hand.

”Ready as I’ll ever be!” You said, walking towards the ticket scanners.

“These are out seats!” Claire said, gesturing for you to go into the seating isle first.

”These are great.. but why so close to the glass?” You asked, Jack crawling his way back into your head.

”Come on Y/N. Don’t worry about Jack. He doesn’t deserve you. Seat right here and show him what he’s missing.“ Claire said, pushing your shoulders down in the seat.

You just sighed and sat down, waiting for warm ups to start. You were thinking about what Claire said... Jack wouldn’t miss you. He wouldn’t miss a girl with self doubt and bad anxiety that refuses to do anything that reminds her of himself. Well, that’s what you thought. Soon enough, warmups started and you say ‘86’ skate out onto the ice. You turned and looked up to the rest of the seats, avoiding the possibility of Jack recognizing you.

“Y/N! Stop it. Look at the ice.” Claire said, looking at you.

”Claire...” You said, turning around before you met eyes with Jack.

He gave you a look that you couldn’t really read. You didn’t know if it was a good look or a bad look. He just kinda looked at you and looked away. You watched him skate away. On his 2nd lap, you looked at him and he had winked at this girl sitting a few rows above you. This is why you had second thoughts about coming. You’re going to get heartbroken over and over again.

”Did he just-“ Claire said.

”Yeah. He did.” You said, looking back up at the girl Jack just winked at.

”I’m sorry.” Claire mumbled.

”It’s okay.“ You said back before watching the rest of the hockey game.

New Jersey ended up winning. Jack scored a goal. You still cheered even though you were bitter and didn’t want to. After the game you and Claire stayed in your seats and talked a few minutes. When you were getting up from your seats, you looked at the ice and a girl, a very pretty girl, came towards Jack who was still on the ice. Jack picked her up, kissed her, and spun her around. Your heart dropped. Why does the world hate you. After Jack put the girl down, Jack looked exactly at you and then looked away.

”What a bitch.” You mumbled.

“What?” Claire asked, turning around in the same isle to face you.

”Can we just go? Please?” You asked, with Claire nodding and walking up the steps, shortly exiting the arena.

After getting to your car, and Claire apologizing a million times, you drove home. You felt numb. You can’t believe Jack forgot you that quickly.

When you got home, you looked at instagram and saw that Jack posted a picture with the same girl, with the caption ‘So thankful to have you. ❤️‘ You almost threw up. How gross can they get.

You went to sleep, realizing that you need to stop thinking about Jack. You needed to get up and stop feeling sorry for yourself.

So, that’s exactly what you did

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