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Exit Stage Right | R.L

You and your daughter miss Remus while he's performing for a stadium of fans, so much that you have to see him before the concert is over — dad!rockstar!remus x mom!reader fluff

warnings: a little angsty if you squint rlly hard, but nothing else

words: 2.4k

a/n: I promised rockstar!remus a while ago, but I've been to 2 concerts in the last 2 weeks, which just so happens to be finals season, so I've been simultaneously busy as hell and itching to write this. I hope you like how it turned out!

Your daughter Olive was no stranger to loud noises.

Remus had a room to practise drumming in your house, it’s normal to encounter a chaotic mess of fans and paparazzi when you left the house as a family, and she just about had the loudest uncles in the world. Though you tried to limit the amount of noise she took in, Olive’s little ears had definitely adapted to her hectic little life.

But all that noise in her daily life was no match for a rock concert in a sold-out stadium. Those decibel levels would for sure be far too high for her little ears to handle.

It wasn’t as easy of a decision on what you should do with her tonight, though. You were getting cabin fever with all the identical hotel rooms you’ve been living in while The Marauders were on their tour, and you suspected Olive was in the same boat.

So, you decided to go back to the old days when the band first started going on long tours, when you would stay in the dressing room for the length of the performance. You and Remus figured it would be soundproof enough backstage, but you still insisted on pulling out the baby headphones you had bought just in case before she was even born. You were only planning on using them if it got especially loud backstage, yet you tried them on anyway.

They were massive on her, but they kept her safe and happy. Plus, she was pretty damn adorable with them on—not that she wasn’t all the time, but definitely cuter than normal with those giant headphones.

Waiting for the show to start, Remus bounced Olive on his lap while you watched the rest of the guys run through their current individual pre-show rituals.

It had been quite a while since you’ve been backstage with the band right before a show, and you honestly forgot how entertaining it was.

James was trying to solve the same Rubik’s cube he’s been working on for years to warm up his fingers, Peter was doing the daily crossword in the local newspaper, and Sirius was trying to multitask by doing his vocal warmups and his makeup at the same time.

It was really a terrible combination of tasks, as Sirius kept on messing up his eyeliner and then trying to suppress his favourite swear words for your daughter’s sake.

You wanted to tell him off, but it was really too fun to watch for you to intervene.

A minute or so after Sirius finally finished his look, the boys’ manager knocked on the dressing room door and reminded them that they have to go on stage soon.

Remus thanked him, and the guys all started getting ready to go. He kept Olive in his arms for as long as he could, until it was just the three of you in the room after everyone was already headed to the stage.

When he finally had to let her go, Remus made sure he gave you both a proper goodbye.

“I’ll be back soon. Just over 2 hours, then we can all go home.” He kissed you softly, but deeply. He always does this as a way of saying goodbye, kissing you like he might never do it again, but he doesn’t want you to think about it.

When his lips left yours and he slouched down to blow a raspberry on Olive’s tummy, you sighed quietly. “A hotel, not home.”

He looked at you sympathetically as he collected his drumsticks from the table beside you and stored them in his back pocket for the time being.

“Isn’t home anywhere where we’re all together?” He said, trying to lift your spirits. “But we’ll be home home soon enough. And I won’t be on tour again for a while, and we can be all together as much as we want.”

That did make you feel better. Even though you loved that Remus was living his dream with his best friends and giving you and Olive a great life, it did get stressful from time to time.

Privacy violations by paparazzi and media outlets, insecurity that sometimes got the best of you on both sides of the relationship, and of course, The Marauders going on world tours that were fun, but still somewhat torture. They made it so you had to choose between leaving home for months, or being away from Remus—not that there was any difference between those two.

You didn’t want to get emotional right when Remus had to go perform, so you smiled and reminded him that it was time for you to part ways for the evening.

“They’re waiting for you out there.”

A grin graced your husband’s face. “They can wait a little longer.”

“They paid to see you.” You reminded him.

“And I'll personally refund all of them if I don't go out.”

“Then we'll be out of money, and we'll both have to get new jobs and we'll never have any time with just the three of us.”

Remus pretended to think over your point for a second. “You’re right. I guess I have to go out and perform, then.”

“Put on a good show, honey. We'll see you soon.”

While saying goodbye to him, you raised Olive’s arm so you could wave at Remus for her as he walked out of the dressing room. Her face was already forming a pout when she watched her dad leave to go do his job, but you wouldn’t let that morph into anything more.

You turned her around so you could both look at each other, then you pressed a kiss to her chubby cheek.

“None of that, sweetheart. We’ll see him again in no time.”

Laying her down beside you on the couch, you reach down into the baby bag you never go anywhere without and pick out some of her favourite toys from their specific pocket; hopefully those will keep her distracted and happy.

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The toys didn’t work as well as you thought they would. They kept Olive busy for about an hour, but she seemed to snap out of her happy baby daze out of nowhere.

She started crying and nothing was working to calm her down. She wasn’t hungry, she didn’t need to be changed, and nothing you had brought for this very reason was working.

You knew the only thing that could quell her upset was outside and on the stage, playing drums for a stadium of fans. But even though she and Remus both wished they could spend all hours of the day together, you just didn’t know how that could work.

And then you remembered the headphones.

The sound backstage hadn’t been that loud at all while The Marauders were playing, so you honestly hadn’t thought about them since you and Remus packed them before you left the hotel.

But this could work. You could use them to help both you and Olive right now. So that’s what you did.

You dug through your bag and pulled the noise-cancelling headphones from the bottom of the bag, where they had sat untouched for the longest time. After picking them up with a tiny ‘aha’, you smiled at your daughter and told her that she would soon be seeing her dad.

She had calmed down somewhat due to the mere mention of Remus, but she was still wailing in your arms. You bounced her lightly while you walked down the halls of the stadium.

“It’s okay, honey.” You cooed at Olive, despite the fact that she couldn’t hear a thing. “You’re gonna tire yourself out and fall asleep before you even get to see Daddy. We don’t want that, do we?”

Although, maybe her crying herself to sleep wouldn’t be so bad.

It still wasn’t an option in your mind. Your daughter wanted to see her dad, so over to Remus you’ll go.

Once you got to the stage door, a burly security guard gave you a questioning look. You supposed he wasn’t used to a woman and a baby wanting to go into the wings during a rock concert. But he was just there to do his job, not judge, so he let you through when you showed him your ID.

You kept checking Olive’s face to see her expressions and gauge if everything was too loud for her. Her look didn’t deviate from the bothered expression her face took on when you started walking with her, so you assumed the headphones were cancelling out the noise, just as they were made for.

Nobody who was working backstage seemed to mind you being there, so you found an extra stool in a dark corner and pulled it so you could sit and watch the band.

Based just on how Olive was moving in your arms, you knew she had spotted her dad behind the cymbals he was smashing across the stage. Pointing towards Remus, you whispered to her again even though she couldn’t hear you. “Look! Who’s that? Who’s over there?”

She seemed to be cheered up enough just from seeing Remus, so your hypothesis was proven correct. Things were shaping up to be a good night.

You swayed and headbanged—as lightly as possible—since just because Olive couldn’t enjoy the loud music doesn’t mean you had to ignore it too.

The current song ended, and James was talking to the crowd while Sirius drank some much-needed water after all that singing. While taking a swig, the two familiar faces in the wings of the stage caught his eye, and he just had to share what he was seeing with the drummer.

He practically skipped over to Remus, who was also catching his breath from performing and pointed you out. Your husband’s eyes scanned the area until he found you, and his face immediately broke out into a smile—and so did your daughter’s.

Back in the dressing room, you were hesitant if you should leave at all or if you should just wait out Olive’s tantrum, but the matching looks on your husband and daughter’s faces right now was proof that you made the right decision.

Olive made grabby hands towards her dad across the stage, and Remus waved right back and blew a kiss in your direction. You weren’t quite sure if it was aimed at you or your little girl, but it made you blush either way.

He pointed to the setlist taped to the ground beside him and hid his hand behind his bass drum so the audience wouldn’t see his gesture; he held up three fingers to let you know there would be three more songs until he could get up and give you two his full attention. You knew they would most definitely be doing an encore after they finished, but at least they could all have a small break after the main show.

You nodded to show him you understood, but his attention was already grabbed back by James giving him the sign that it was time to get back into the music. Not even taking more than a second to prepare, Remus was back in the groove and started playing the next song on the list, effortlessly and perfectly.

The last few songs of the main set were some of your favourites from the band’s discography, but you had to admit that you couldn’t enjoy them as much as you usually would.

It was mainly because you were somewhat scared of an impending mood swing out of your daughter now that her father’s attention had left her, but also because these three songs were standing in between you and your husband like a brick wall right now. You just had to remind yourself that once they hit that last note and said their goodbyes to the crowd, that wall would be temporarily smashed once more.

But now, they were at the end of the concert. The crowd was cheering like they just had the best night of their lives—you don’t doubt that they did—and Remus was throwing his sticks into the sea of hands desperate for a morsel of The Marauders.

His rockstar persona was dropped the second those drumsticks left his hands, and he was rushing to the wings to be with you and Olive, a wide smile strung across his cheeks.

He pulled you two out into the hall so the crowd’s noise could be in the background. He knew they would be cheering for an encore in a minute; as much as he loved that sound, he would rather hear you.

“She was getting pretty fussy and I knew you were the only thing that would calm her down.” You explained to Remus before he could even ask.

You were afraid he would be upset with you bringing her outside of the dressing room, but he didn’t seem fazed at all. He gently took Olive from your arms and cooed over her.

“You missed me so much you dragged your mum out here so you could see me, huh?” Remus asked her. “You know I missed you too, princess. Both of you.”

“Yeah? Maybe you should get the guys to shorten the setlist so you aren’t away from us for too long, then.”

He didn’t respond, but you know that he had brought up the idea of shorter tours to the others now that he and James were both fathers.

You watched lovingly as Remus kept moving Olive’s hand away from the glitter on his face that she was so desirous to touch. You wished you all could stay in this moment forever, but the audience’s chants for an encore were getting louder and louder and you knew the scene in front of you couldn’t last much longer.

Right on schedule, James strutted up and tapped Remus on the shoulder with a brand new pair of drumsticks.

“We’ve gotta go back out there, mate. Time to part ways with your girls once again.”

Remus wouldn’t put up a fight. He handed Olive back to you and blew one more kiss at you two as a goodbye.

The doors opened and a cacophony of fan cheers hit your ears. It was a lot, but it just reminded you that all those people were waiting for your husband, so you could wait a few more minutes.

Just two final songs, then you could all go home.

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awfcspencer · 5 months

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Triple Double Watch || alessia russo x reader

alessia russo x UNC! reader

prompt: Reader plays for UNC Women’s Basketball Team and Alessia surprises her at her game.

warnings: maybe slightly suggestive, fluff mostly

Your pregame ritual is very strategic and routine based, doing the same thing every game day, almost as if was a superstition. So per usual, you are sat post warmups in the locker room face-timing your girlfriend. You and Alessia had met in the UNC weight room, as the soccer team works out after the basketball team. One day, you had taken an extra long time between your sets and were the last one to finish, just as the soccer team had started to pile in. Trying to clean up the plates from the squats you had just done in a hurry, you run straight into someone.

“I am so sorry, I totally did not see you there.” You say as you look up to see the most gorgeous blonde with bright blue eyes.

“No that was totally my fault.” her voice laced with an english accent that immediately makes your head spin, belly full with butterflies.

“I guess we will call it even then” you laugh as she does the same. You quickly notice how the weight room is filling up with soccer players and your team is no where to be seen.

“Sorry again…..” You say, looking to her to catch her name. “Alessia, Alessia Russo” She says. “What a beautiful name, sorry again Alessia.” You yell out as you make a swift exit heading towards the basketball locker room.

In the coming weeks, you find yourself purposefully taking longer in the weight room to catch a conversation with Alessia.

You can feel her eyes on you as you finish your hard reps, sweat glistening off your body as you are lifting in shorts and a sports bra, as the weight room typically gets very hot.

“I can feel you staring Russo.” You whisper to her as her cheeks go red.

After multiple conversations, you and Alessia eventually exchange phone numbers and the two of you quickly become very close and after about 6 months of constant communication, you officially become an item. That is how you find yourself on the phone with Alessia a few hours before your basketball game against Florida State.

“You are going to play so well baby. I am so sad I wont be able to make it tonight. Lotte and I are going to watch it from our hotel.” Alessia frowns. The women’s soccer team season typically lasts for the first two months of basketball season, making it difficult for Alessia to be able to attend your first fifteen or so games, at least that is what you thought. This week, Alessia left Tuesday morning and was to arrive back Sunday afternoon, which meant 6 long days without your sweet girlfriend. Which for you felt like weeks as you and Alessia were practically attached at the hip when together and tried to relish in any time that you could spend with each other as the student athlete commitment meant several days without being able to see one another.

“Less it really is okay, I know you support me even if you are miles away. Actually where are you, the camera is off?” You ask her.

“Umm.. we are just in the hotel lobby, maybe it is the bad service. I do have to go soon though.” Alessia sighs.

“It is all good, I will call you after the game, okay? Love you” You reply back.

“Love you, play your heart out, I will be cheering loud.”

After ending the phone call, you finish your pregame ritual by lacing up your shoes and making sure your jersey is tucked in. Checking the scouting report one last time, and you are ready to play.

The crowd tonight in Chapel Hill is unlike any other. Seeing so many people come out to support not only your team but women’s sports in general could almost being tears to your eyes. Tonight’s opponent Florida State is an ACC rivalry, meaning getting the win tonight was mandatory.

For the first half, your team’s offense was flowing as well as your game as you were hitting shots and making the perfect passes and plays. Hearing the buzzer indicating halftime was music to your ears as you were giving it your all and you really needed a breather. As you walk past the bench on the way towards the locker room, you see the blue eyes that you could spot in a crowd full of people, but you quickly shake it off as Alessia was supposed to be at a soccer match.

A quick talk from your coach about some adjustments and play changes, and you are out on the court about to begin the second half. The second half goes just as well as the first, and your team is playing incredibly well. You are also not doing to bad yourself as you have 16 points, 11 rebounds, and 12 assists, earning yourself a true triple double. You are playing incredibly well, it’s almost as if you feel a surrounding presence that makes you play better.

The final whistle blows and you squash Florida State 79-65. You feel very solid about your performance but also a bit tired as you feel you really gave it your all. After a quick chat with your team and coach, as well as media duty, you find yourself sitting at your locker about to get ready for a shower.

Your teammate, Deja Kelly, comes up to you before you begin to take off your jersey. “I am supposed to tell you that there is someone here to see you in the gym at half court.”

Immediately you are confused and you try to ask Deja who it is but she replies with, “I am not sure, better go find out though.” If you had taken a longer second and really looked at Deja’s face, you would have seen her mischievous grin as she lied straight through her teeth.

Making your way to the court, you begin to wonder who could possibly be here to see you. Seeing two people standing at half court, you quickly become confused because as you get closer, you know exactly who is waiting for you, especially when she is wearing your jersey number with your last name sprawled across the back.

“Less baby what are you doing here.” You scream immediately pulling her into a tight hug and doing a quick spin as her legs find your hips. After setting her down, but not before you give her a bruising kiss, heated from not only the great game you just had but also from missing her.

You quickly say hello to Lotte and pull her in for a hug as well, as she has practically become a sister to you after meeting her in the early days of your and Alessia’s relationship.

“I had the dates wrong on the calendar and we got back this morning and I wanted to surprise you at your game. You played so well baby.” Alessia says as she smiles at the way you completely light up in her presence.

Pulling her in for another kiss you are in complete pure bliss as you originally thought you would be returning to an empty bed and apartment. “I am glad you were able to make it, both of you.” sending Lotte a genuine smile.

“I did not realize how good you are at basketball, I had to have Less explain some of the rules to me.” Lotte mentions and you and Less laugh a bit.

“Thank you Lotte, I put on a show just for you without even knowing you were here.” Turning to Alessia, “I just need to finish my shower and pack up, do you want to maybe order in a pizza and I can meet you back home in about 30?” You ask her.

“Yes that works perfect babe, I will drop Lotte off at her place and then we can eat and watch a movie.” she says.

Saying goodbye to both of them, you take the fastest shower you possibly can and pack up your stuff to head home to your girlfriend. Arriving at your shared apartment, you immediately smell your favorite local pizza shop pizza and see Less sitting at the island finishing up a few assignments for her classes.

“Hey baby” you say as you walk behind her and wrap your arms around her and place soft kisses on her neck, truly taking in her amazing scent. You don’t know what heaven is like, but you can imagine it is something like this.

Grabbing you and Alessia’s pizza slices and heading over towards the couch as Alessia is trying to find a movie for you two to enjoy. After finding the perfect movie, you both finish eating and have moved to cuddling Alessia in your arms as her back is on your chest and your legs are tangled with a blanket over both of you.

The ending rolling credits on the movie begin and Alessia turns to straddle your lap and says to you, “Now how should we celebrate your triple double.” as she pulls you in for a kiss and her hands quickly find your hair.

Your hands placed on her hips as you whisper to her, “I’ve got a few ideas.” as you carry her towards your shared bedroom. “My jersey on you is seriously the hottest thing I have ever seen.” you say to her before beginning a long night of celebrations.

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lav3nd3erhaz3 · 14 days

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THE 1 - kate martin x fem!oc!

WARNINGS- idk if there are any so if there is pls tell me!

DNI- men and minors.

SUMMARY- leia attends her first iowa wbb game and it goes different then she expected and she ends up feeling things she shouldnt be feeling.

I GUESS YOU NEVER KNOW, NEVER KNOW

JANUARY 25, 2023

CARVER-HAWKEYE ARENA

I walked into the arena for my first Iowa basketball game, while wearing my best friend Jada's jersey. I sat in my seat, it wasn't very far from the court so I could see well. I took my phone out of my pocket and opened up my snap. I saw a snap of Jada. She was sitting in the locker room. The text box on the picture read “Can we get a fit check 🙏”.

As I studied the photo I saw a gorgeous blonde in the photo with her. I replied with a snap of my jersey saying “Your jersey or no jersey! Good luck tonight Pookie!!!”. I sent the snap and closed out of my snap to my home screen. I opened the messages to see a message from my boyfriend James.

LOML

Hey.

We need to talk.

LEIA HOWARD

About what?

James, you're scaring me.

LOML

Just come over to my place at noon tomorrow.

Read 3:25

What did James mean by ‘we need to talk.’ We were doing so well. He had just left a week ago for a trip to California for his hockey team and came back yesterday. We talked while he was gone but not for very long, which was normal. I had my classes to worry about and he has his hockey team to worry about.

When I looked back up, the girls were on the court. I saw Jada warming up with Gabbie, the only girl I had met on the team so far. Earlier, at our apartment, Jada had mentioned going out with the team and suggested that I go with her. I hadn't considered going till now, I thought about it until the warmup music abruptly came to an end and I heard the commenters speaking but I didn't understand what they were saying.

AFTER THE GAME

Jada must have seen me because a security guard had come to escort me to her which was on the court near the bench.

“YOU DID SO WELL BABES!” I told her as I ran up to her, jumped into her arms, and wrapped myself around her. None of her teammates even turned to look at us as the interaction happened.

“OMG THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR COMING!!”She exclaimed back to me, matching my energy.

As we let go of the hug we both noticed the team was heading to the locker rooms so we followed. I put my hand in her hand and we started talking. We walked like that to the locker rooms.

When we made it to the locker Jada went to her little cubby and I followed. I made my way through the large group of girls to get just to Jada who seemed like she was halfway across the world. When I made it to her locker room I realized I hadn't told her about James or me wanting to go out with her and the rest of the girls.

“I need to tell you something weird that happened with James today,” I told her with a serious tone.

“Leia what happened…” She questioned me as she slipped off the yellow and black jersey that matched the one I was wearing. She traded it out for an Iowa women's basketball sweatshirt.

“He said he wants to talk…” I told her looking down trying to ignore the tears that were falling from my eyes. As I finished my sentence the same blonde from the snap Jada sent me earlier had appeared next to me and Jada.

“Hi! Are you still coming out with us tonight?” The tall blonde questioned my best friend.

“Yeah of course Kate,” Jada replied quickly, turning to me as she finished her sentence. “My offer still stands, Lei, if you wanna come with us, I think it will help get your mind off James for the rest of the night. We can listen to Hamilton while getting ready, '' she said, trying to persuade me, whispering the last part of the sentence.

“Uhm.. yeah sure..” I said, a wave of nervousness traveling over my body, making my cheeks heat up.

“Ok great. I guess I'll see you guys later. It was nice kinda sorta meeting you Leia…” As she finished her sentence I felt myself wanting to go out more just from that small interaction.

As the blonde left, Jada spoke up. “Thats Kate, she's really sweet, I think you guys would get along so well.” The comment made my cheeks heat up once again.

“She seems nice..” I commented as Jada turned around to collect the rest of her stuff.

AFTER GETTING HOME FROM THE CLUB

Those girls were super sweet, they treated me just like a player. Throughout the night they made sure I was included, I had even gotten close with some of the girls, especially Caitlin and Molly. I as well had forgotten all about what was going to happen the next day.

When me and Jada got back we stumbled out of the apartment. I went to my room and changed into a pair of sweatpants and a random oversized shirt I found in my drawer. I walked into the bathroom and put my brunette hair into a messy bun and started my skincare routine. I was halfway done brushing my teeth when I got a bunch of notifications coming from my phone that was in my pocket that was vibrating rapidly.

When I read through them carefully I noticed that they were all from the basketball girls following me on Instagram. But one of them stood out to me… Kate, Seeing her name gave me butterflies in my stomach the way James did when we first met. I Ignored the feelings I felt and finished brushing my teeth. When I finished I went straight to my room.

As I was walking I passed Jada's room to see she wasn't in her room. I just assumed she was getting a snack or something from the kitchen but when I entered my room there she passed out and noticed taking up all the room on my queen-sized bed. I squeezed my way into my bed and took as much blanket as I could get from Jada hogging it. As I finally got comfortable Jada flipped over.

“I'm so proud of you for going out tonight Leia, the girls liked you, and they said that next time we go out to invite you. I know everything feels bad right now but tomorrow's gonna be ok I promise and even if it isn't you got me and the team. I love you lei-lei, good night.” She muttered, yawning as she finished her sentence. “Thanks, Jades, I love you so much too, Sweet dreams,” I said as I heard her soft breathing signaling she was sleeping. I fell asleep soon after finishing my sentence.

dividers - @saradika

hi lovies! i hope you like this! i made half of it in the middle of a mental breakdown so half of it i didnt even know what i was writing. Not a lot of kate and leia interactions but i promise next chapter leia is gonna be freaking out!! i dont know if im gonna just do the 1 lyrics for the chapter names or like different folklore lyrics and songs. and for the goeriga fic it seems like saturn is gonna win so im gonna start working on the fic very soon. pls send in request for fics, hcs or blurbs for kate, georgia, paige, and aubrey. they are the ONLY people im writing for, and a anon asked for dorka but i dont really feel comfortable writing for her because when i first started watching wbb dorka was my comfort player, she just helped me through so much so it makes me feel weird writng something for her but im open to do platonic fics for her! ill be posting chapters every monday for this fic!

-love annie! 🎀

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swissboyhisch · 1 year

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Cupid Cousin

A/N: I didn't reread this after I finished. Pretty sure it all good but it's late for me so I couldn't be bothered. But yay for this being my first imagine written in years!!!

Pairing: Nico Hischier x Reader

Summary: First game against his old team for your cousin. Luckily some of his ex teammates are cute.

Word Count: 1161

Warnings: None I think. Please correct me if I'm wrong.

THE MASTERLIST JOIN THE TAGLIST HOCKEY DISCORD

You hadn’t seen Taylor in god knows how long. After his trade, it was a struggle being in Newark by yourself. You had moved for college and your cousin was more than happy to have you living closer. But now he had left, you were alone once more. It was only a matter of weeks between you settling into your apartment to the news of Taylor being traded to Boston.

Taylor has his first game against his old team and of course, he wanted you at the Prudential to watch. As much as you loved your cousin, you weren’t a fan of the Bruins. So instead, you dawned your Devils’ Hall jersey. A simple pair of jeans with a hoodie underneath was all you needed. You got there just as the doors opened, two hours before the game. Taylor being Taylor had gotten a glass ticket next to the Devils’ bench.

Boston skated out to do their warmups in front of where you sat. Taylor was quick to spot you, having memorised your seat number. It had been too long since you both had seen each other. He slammed on the glass in front of you. A laugh and wave was exchanged before he noticed one of his favourite ex-teammates skating over to greet him. Nico Hischier and Taylor were close during his time on the Devils.

Taylor lit up at the sight of Nico skating closer. Both hugged and shared some words. Taylor pointed to you and said a couple words to Nico. The Swiss boy smiled and waved at you. You waved back to him, I mean he was cute, who could deny that.

As you waited for the stars to be announced, you got a message from Taylor to find a worker in the club section and ask them to take you to the visitors locker room. You had no clue where you were going. The Prudential was a new place for you. The only reason you knew where the club section was because you had come through that to find your seat.

“Uh, excuse me?”

The worker turned to you and smiled. “How can I help you?”

“Um, Taylor Hall told me to find a worker to take me to the visitors' change rooms. That's literally all he told me.” You showed her the message then pulled out your ID. Luckily you two shared the last same last name. “I’m sorry, I know it’s weird. I just… It’s all he just told me.”

“Just give me a moment,” The woman apologised.

You just nod, looking around the bar while she went off to do what she needed. Fans were hanging around having a drink before they went home. She came back with another younger woman who smiled. The new woman looked to be a part of Boston’s crew.

“I was told…”

“Not a problem love, Hall wanted me to take you down, that’s all.”

The walk down to the visitor’s locker wasn’t long, surprisingly. Despite how big the arena actually seemed. She left you standing outside of a locker room, awkwardly by yourself, alone in the corridor. Every now and then a worker would walk by but you stood there scrolling through your phone.

“Waiting for Hallsy?” A voice spoke up, making you jump.

Coming towards you was Nico Hischier, dressed back in his game day suit. Looking mighty fine. You smile and nod. “Yeah, I think we’re going to dinner. All he said was to meet him down here.”

“Hallsy said we’re going to this diner we were regulars at. It has great burgers.” Nico then smiled bashfully, “I’m Nico by the way.”

You giggle at his words and reply with your name. “It’s nice to meet you. Taylor has told me about you.”

The pair of you chat quietly waiting for Taylor to come out. And surprisingly, he was one of the last of the team to exit. Players like Marchand and Bergeron walked by, giving the pair a point glare. Whether it was you or the fact Nico, star of the New Jersey Devils, was standing beside you.

“Taylor mentioned you are going to college out here,” Nico started.

“Yeah, studying media.” You pull up some of your work for the college’s sports team. “I put in my application here when Tay was still on the team. Got accepted and just after I moved, bam the team traded him.”

“That sucks.”

You shrugged, “Not a lot he could do. He had to be on the next flight to Arizona. Then traded to Boston not long after that.”

“Do you have many friends at school?” The brunette questioned.

“Kinda,” you replied.

The door opening once more pulled the pair of you from your conversation. Charlie McAvoy was one of the few people you had met through your many calls with Taylor. You shared a smile and wave.

“Hallsy, your cousin is out here with Hischier,” McAvoy called back into the change room after he exited.

Taylor was quick to exit after that. The three of you made your way to Nico’s car and to downtown Newark. You guys were quick to settle into a corner booth. Privacy for the boys mainly. You took the window seat with Taylor across from you.

“In you go,” Taylor smirked at his old teammate, nodding at the seat beside you.

Nico slid into the booth beside you, taking the menu from your hand. “Thank you.”

The three of you ordered your meals and caught up with each other. You asked how Boston was, despite not liking the city. Nico talked about how the team was going and having a new roommate, the young Jack Hughes. Taylor asked you about your life, making sure you were okay being in the city by yourself. By the end of the night, Nico had offered to drive you back to your apartment. That was after dumping Taylor at his hotel with the team.

“If you need anything, you can always just hit me up,” Nico offered as he pulled into the apartment car park. “I don’t do much other than train and do anything hockey. Would be nice to have a friend outside of hockey.”

“Sounds like a date then,” You smirk.

You held out your phone, allowing him to insert his phone number. He made sure to text himself from his phone to make sure he had your number as well. He wasn’t going to fuck up this chance. Especially after the speech Hallsy had given him whilst you were in the toilet at the diner. He wasn’t going to risk anything.

“Thanks for the lift.”

“Anytime you need,” Nico responded.

You laugh, “Says the guy who travels a lot.”

“Not the greatest I know, but I’ll try my best.”

You blushed at his words. Instead of replying you leaned over and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. Without saying another word, only giving him a smile, you exited the car.

A message came through later that night as you were laying in bed.

Hallsy: You're welcome ;)

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tomorrow, again | one.

PAIRING ▸ school president! jungwon x reader x outcast! niki

GENRE ▸ high school! au, love triangle!, romance, fluff, angst, humor

WORD COUNT ▸ 3k ish

SUMMARY ▸ if you were told that two complete polar opposite guys from your school were eventually going to be fighting over you, you would have laughed it off. that is, until it really happens- but certainly not under the conditions you expect.

AKA jungwon is the peak definition of your school’s itboy and niki is just… there (if and when he actually shows up to school).

NOTES ▸ mentions of death + related jokes, drug dealers,

masterlist. | next.

1 — WAKE UP.

“i’m sorry, but i can’t.”

that’s the 12th time you’ve told wonyoung no- and yes, you were counting. she and the others haven’t stopped badgering you for the last week. yet here you were thinking being the head of the yearbook staff was a good idea. one would think you had the ultimatum, but you guess it backfired on you.

“of course you should be the one to interview our school president, we chose you as the head for a reason!” wonyoung says in a sickeningly sweet tone and you groan as others pitch in their agreement. you don’t know what other excuse to make up and get out of the one thing you absolutely did not want to do. so far all your excuses were bull and they knew it.

“didn't you quit piano like five years ago?”

“yeah, and i thought the book club ended for the year already.”

yujin gives you a apologetic smile. “nice try, y/n, but we know you don’t have other plans. we’re your only friends and your plans are always with us.”

okay, so they got you there.

you practically face plant into the desk, squeezing your eyes shut as you try to fend off the denial and accept the truth. but you just can’t.

if it was literally anyone else in the world- anyone- you would have agreed easily in a heartbeat.

well, almost anyone.

“what’s wrong with our school president? he’s our school’s president for crying out loud. i’m pretty sure yang jungwon is one of the nicest people here,” wonyoung asks innocently and you want to curl up into a ball.

yang jungwon. a senior in the grade above you. (un)luckily for you, he most admittedly had deadly good looks and brain power. you’re sure he got accepted into every college he applied to with that shining executive president badge on his chest. curse popular people like him who were so effortlessly talented.

the man was even deadly skilled at taekwondo. you’re 99% sure he made someone pass out in the past- and that was only a warmup.

but enough of the past, you shake your head. “sure, he is. but no thanks.”

“now that i think about it,” yuna frowns, “i don’t think i’ve ever seen y/n and jungwon interact before, let alone appear in the same room. like, not even once.”

“exactly,” you instead nod encouragingly, “so someone else should do it. it’s not that big of a deal. anyone can interview him in no time.“

yuna raises an eyebrow, “if it’s not that big of a deal, then why can’t you do it? he’s like the most important person at this school and you’re the most important person on this team.”

the rest join in and you mutter under your breath. “c’mon, y/n! he’s about to graduate and we need to finish his page before he leaves. it can’t be that bad, you know.”

your eye twitches. can it, though? can it really?

and as much as you try, your attempts to evade the cursed meeting fail- horribly, if anyone was wondering.

majority vote sucks.

and it sucks even more knowing that you yourself were the one to implement that rule.

the yearbook draft was due in less than a week, which just again showed how much you were procrastinating this last interview. you couldn’t even describe how much you dreaded this.

but it had to be done. everyone on the team was relying on you to get the job finished, and you hated to disappoint.

you despise how easy it is to find jungwon in the hallway. his presence was like a shining beam of light, followed by stares of admiration and whispers from lovesick underclassmen. yeah, he had that kind of reputation. but you also despise how he had the same reputation of being so humble about it while still (kindly) rejecting every girl that confessed to him.

so, it turns out that it really could have gone that bad. and you like to think that it did.

first off, you approaching jungwon in itself caused a stir in the hallway. it was completely out of the blue and honestly you felt the same as those random students staring at you.

you roll your eyes, already regretting your decision to do this in public. but where else could you have confronted him? if you came up to him when he was alone and it was just the two of you- you shiver at the thought- things would have gone even worse.

you clear your throat to get his attention, not dialing to see his eyes widen in surprise at the sight of you.

“y/n?”

you ignore the whispers from surrounding people, all of which you’re sure are commenting on how he knew your name. plus others reasoning that he’s the school president and he probably knew everyone’s name.

you suppress the urge to roll your eyes again.

“i need to interview you for the yearbook. it’ll be short, like thirty minutes max. do you have a day this week that you’re free?” you try to keep your tone as calm and disinterested as possible, gaze focused on the middle of his forehead in order to avoid the horrendous eye contact.

but when jungwon smirks, you almost lose it, and even more at his next words.

“are you trying to ask me out?”

you squint at him and he laughs. what in the world was wrong with this guy?

“whoa, no need to look like that. i’m kidding. how about friday in the library at 4? i have tutoring until 3:30 and cello at-“

“yeah. sure. thanks,” you cut him off and push past, eager to escape. you exhale in relief when you’re more than ten feet away from him. at least you got the hard part over.

or so you thought.

· • —– ٠ ✄ ٠ —– • ·

when you open the doors to the library on friday, a couple of minutes late, you’re not sure why you suddenly feel nervous. probably because you have to see jungwon again, you remind yourself. and this time, it’s just the two of you.

you’re not surprised to find jungwon seated at a secluded spot in the corner. of course, he was always on time.

you mumble a greeting to catch his attention while slipping into the seat across from him. jungwon brightens up when he sees you, and you distract yourself by getting ready. man, you can’t wait to get out of here.

i’m just going to get started so we can finish early-“ you glance up to find jungwon already staring at you. he nods without breaking eye contact and you adjust your sitting position, uncomfortable. you open your laptop- time to focus.

you meant it when you said you wanted to finish early, jumping straight into the questions.

“as our president, do you have any advice to give for the underclassmen?”

jungwon looks off into the distance while taking his time to think thoughtfully. he straightens up in his chair when he has an answer. “i would say to live your life to the fullest, as much as possible. you can only live once, which means you can only experience high school once. time is precious, so make the best of what you have.”

the sound of your laptop keys clicking fill the air as you nod, focusing more on getting his answer down than paying attention to what he was truly saying. so far, so good.

“what made you want to run for and eventually become our school president?”

while you wait for an answer, this time, your eyes subconsciously fall onto the male sitting in front of you.

you can’t help but studying him and all his features. he finally speaks up and you snap out of it. “it was probably the people in my life. they inspired me to want to do better, be better. they were the ones i became ambitious for. i guess i just,” he pauses for a moment, "i guess i wanted to become the reliable person everyone thought i was."

his words make you hesitate, but you only nod while typing quietly.

“i just didn’t expect the whole popularity explosion,” he adds with a wink and you hold back a scoff. the rest of the interview continues on, with jungwon being strangely cocky and confident and you not succumbing to any of his dumb tricks.

when you finally scroll down to the last question you internally let out a sigh of relief. but when you read it, you falter.

“do you have… any regrets?”

you hate the way you say it, waiting in anticipation for his response. jungwon looks you in the eye and you feel the atmosphere switch as you swallow at his answer.

“of course.”

· • —– ٠ ✄ ٠ —– • ·

“what did you do to jungwon?” chaeryeong asks as you walk together to class, “i’ve never seen him act like this before. did it have something to do with that interview you were talking about?”

you sigh in defeat, “yeah, the one for our yearbook.”

after that day, it was like you kept seeing jungwon everywhere- and you despised it.

at first, it was something simple and trivial like accidentally making eye contact with him before immediately looking away. but the more it kept happening (you swear on your life it wasn’t on purpose), the more confident jungwon would grow. you despised how he started waving at you, sending you winks, even going so far as to put an arm around you.

you actually felt so uncomfortable from the stares and whispers surrounding you and him. but it’s not like you could blame them, you would’ve been exactly the same in their position.

yang jungwon was the polite and reliable president (that never accepted a single confession or even seemed interested in any), so why was he suddenly flirting with someone he’s never even talked to before-

you, a junior, and the head of the yearbook staff?

it was always one of two things. jungwon must like you, or you two must be dating, people figured. you don’t know how many glares you got from girls and how many times you had to explain that you weren’t dating jungwon and he was just being crazy (for some reason that you don’t want to know or think about).

either way, jungwon’s sudden change in behavior causes a rouse throughout the school. and you’re not okay with it.

meanwhile, niki simply thinks it’s hilarious (and a little infuriating but he refuses to admit that). it referring to all the rumors surrounding you and jungwon. he’s seen how you try to avoid your own school president at all costs, all in desperate measures.

but he doesn’t show that he’s amused, of course, and it’s not like anyone was paying attention to him anyway. niki almost wants to join in, though. he’s quite interested in how it would play out if he were to do something.

little did he know it would soon become that way.

· • —– ٠ ✄ ٠ —– • ·

you actually hate your chemistry class.

not because of the subject (well, kinda) but because of your lack of friends in that period.

everytime the teacher announced some sort of group or partner activity, you were forced to tagalong some already established friend group awkwardly. and there was nothing wrong with that, but you still hated the struggle.

so when your teacher assigns a partner project nearing the end of the year, you cry internally. assigned project and assigned partners?

even worse.

you slump down in your seat, waiting for your name to be called. when it is, you perk up.

“y/n and… niki.”

your head shoots up as your eyes almost bulge out of their sockets. you have actually got to be kidding me, you think.

as you take the sad walk up to the teacher’s desk to grab the assignment details, you catch a few pitying looks directed at you. god, even the teacher gave you sympathetic smile.

poor y/n has to work with the loner who barely shows up to school-

is probably what they’re thinking, but oh no, not you.

you don’t dare look your partner in the eye as you awkwardly hand him a copy, feeling his eyes actually burn holes into you.

you think the world is doing this to you on purpose.

at least you have your friends to comfort you at lunch. wonyoung looks at you mournfully, “good luck doing the project by yourself, y/n.”

you have a blank look on your face as you stare off into the distance. “at least you don’t have to deal with a know-it-all or a creep,” yujin adds. you still don’t budge, not even a single reaction.

to make it worse, you see jungwon entering the cafeteria with his friends out of the corner of your eye and you turn your head to face the opposite way. then chaeryeong frowns, “i dunno, niki’s always wearing that black hoodies that’s always covering his face. and didn’t someone say that he was a drug dealer-“

“he’s not a drug dealer,” you speak up sharply.

your friends jump at your sudden entrance into the conversation, the first words you’ve spoken since chemistry class. suddenly, everyone’s curious and you want to bury yourself into a deeper hole.

“how do you know, y/n?”

“have you talked to him before? are you guys friends?”

“i swear he’s doesn’t have any friends… have you been lying to us, y/n?”

this time, you get up and stalk out of the cafeteria with a strange finality, failing to notice the two pairs of eyes that follow you out.

· • —– ٠ ✄ ٠ —– • ·

well, it’s as awkward as you expected.

the day after receiving the project, you figured it was best to get a head start and suggested niki come over to your place on a whim. mainly because you didn’t think he’d offer his place or even show up in the first place.

so you stand there gaping when you open the door to reveal niki, a stone-cold expression on his face. the same one he had on at school. or at least, when he showed up. plus the same black hoodie he always had covering half his face.

wait so, he actually showed up? and also, did he think the whole emo phase was cool or something?

for the first time though, you look at him. “u-uh, come in,” you start off lamely.

niki silently enters and takes a look around your house, noting the changes. you lead him over to the living room, where your stuff already is. you take a seat and so does he, a remarkably wide distance between the two of you on the couch.

“i just started, but i didn’t know how you wanted to divide up the work,” you speak quietly. you glance at niki nervously only for him to shrug, uninterested.

you frown, taking a deep breath in, “how about i take the first half and you do the second? we can meet up in a week to check over everything before turning it in?”

your voice comes out hesitant, shy, unconfident. the silence is unbearable as you study the floor, picking at your hands.

niki picks up on the action, so he finally says something and his deep voice makes shivers run down your spine. “okay.”

unsure, you glance up at him.

“are you sure you can do it? i-i can do some more if-“ you stop when he rolls his eyes.

“i got it.”

“okay….” you glance off into the distance, “then that’s all.”

niki chooses then to leave quietly and you still can’t believe what just happened.

the week goes by fast, as you get caught up in schoolwork. still, you ignore jungwon’s overly friendly greetings and niki’s stares into your back which you can obviously feel more and more as time goes on.

nearing the end of the week, you arrive at the cafe you planned to meet niki at. your house was too messy and your mother didn’t want anyone over at the house, so you suggested some random place to meet up and he surprisingly agreed.

you’re (not surprisingly) the first one there, and you take your time ordering a drink first and double checking your work as you wait.

you’re so focused you don’t realize the chair across from you sliding out at first.

when you finally see niki, you jump slightly and this time you catch the tiniest hint of a smile on his face from your reaction before it drops.

he’s only like… 20 minutes late, you shrug.

niki glances at your drink and almost smirks.

“i’m not surprised you ordered that,” he comments simply.

but you freeze at his words before coughing slightly-

“so, i did my part and i saw yours so is it alright if i combined the two and finish it up before we present next week?”

he doesn’t fail to note how fast you changed the topic.

that night, you reflect on the day’s events. which somehow included-

jungwon giving you his milk at lunch (to which you gave away to a hungry yuna with ease) and niki after school doing the bare minimum on his half of work and giving you only one word answers (and you desperately just want a high grade on this project).

why those two of all freaking people in your school, you don’t know. and you also don’t know which one is making your life worse right now.

you think about jungwon winking with that charming expression, and niki rolling his eyes under that dark hood of his. since when did things become like this? you realized it with a heavy sigh.

they’ve changed, and so have you.

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July Newsletter

Hey everyone! Here are some general updates for everything that’s been going on and what you can expect for this month and throughout the summer.

Health Update

As some of you may remember, right after the Kickstarter closed I was knocked out by a one-two punch of a fibro flare and Covid. While I’ve been put through the wringer, I’m FINALLY feeling like I’m crawling back out from under this extended period of sickness.

I’m still dealing with some pain and fatigue due to my fibro flare-up, but it’s more or less back to the “normal” levels of what I’m used to, so overall I’m doing pretty good. I took some extra time to recuperate from Covid in the hopes of avoiding any long Covid effects, and while I am still taking it easy, I take a lot of joy in drawing and being forced to not indulge in any of my creative pursuits have made me all the more eager to get back into the swing of things. So, I’m still being careful, but I’m also easing back into work.

I got so many amazing comments from patrons, readers, and Kickstarter backers all encouraging me to take as long as I needed to get better, and I can’t thank you enough for the kind words and well wishes! It was measurably easier to take some time off to rest knowing I had so many people cheering me on and encouraging me to do so, so thank you so much for taking the time to say something and for sending me words of support. <3 You da best!

Comic Updates

We’re moving right along, with 12 pages currently in the pipeline at various production stages. In fact, I’ve just put three new finished pages into the buffer for $10+ patrons today! Our priority right now is to get a healthy buffer so that I can have ample time and space to catch up on other work without impending deadline pressures.

Patreon Rewards

Next, I plan to knock out a good chunk of Patreon commissions for my $50+ folks. I’ve already been doing that here and there, but I want to make sure that the oldest ones are finished first.

Likewise, due to the chaos of a sudden move and a lot of life changes, Ari didn’t send the May postcards out until today, so I apologize for the delays there – we’re getting back on track! June’s postcards have already been sent.

Speaking of, I’ve included some of the patron reward art I just finished last week!

Kickstarter News

We still need to finish the internal book edits, draw up the Q&As, format the information in the book, and finish formatting annotations. These are all things I had intended to get done both during and after the campaign but I was simply unable to keep up with it due to health reasons. Curse you, chronic illness!

I am also going to explore another option for getting the softcovers printed locally, which is something I will only go with if the quality is up to my standards. But we're less than $5k away from being able to reprint Chapters 1-3 so if we're able to get a cheaper local deal with a good printer, I'm willing to explore the option!

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softquietsteadylove · 1 year

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Hey big fan of your works! You have an amazing talent and your prompts are very well written! Keep up the good work and thank u so much for all of them <3

I am loving this mob rival bosses prompt, it is so sexy. So how about this idea in the tyrant king/ice queen AU where Thena is being ambushed/attacked by a group in a party and Gil is fighting to protect her and getting hurt so she is caring his wounds afterwards?

Would also be an amazing idea for the Zombie AU. Let Gil use his muscles! xD

The Tyrant King had barely left the Ice Queen's side. Not since she was first poisoned, and not since being released, either. Those in the business knew better than to ask. They knew what the Ice Queen had gone through, and some of them knew that the Tyrant King was - and maybe had always been - protective of her.

So, it wasn't so strange to see them with each other, even when not actively conducting business. She ate in Koreatown often, and he was often found in the office of the Ice Queen, seemingly just...waiting for her.

It made them very recognisable targets.

"Try this."

Thena kept her smile small as she leaned for a bite of his tteokbokki, holding her hair back as she did.

Gilgamesh chuckled, seeming not to have a care in the world as they strolled the open market. "Well?"

"Mm," Thena nodded as she chewed her modest bite.

"That's it?" he snorted, resuming their walk with her hand on his elbow. "This is the best tteokbokki in the city."

"I've had better," Thena countered, even as he offered her another bite.

"What?" Gil scoffed, finishing off the last two for himself. He raised a brow at her, delighted when she returned it with a flirty little brow raise of her own. "Whose?"

"Yours."

The Tyrant King leaned his head closer to her, his lips brushing against the diamond studded cuff on her ear. "If you want me to abide by this rule of yours, you can't say stuff like that."

The Ice Queen turned her head, her lips one small breath away from his. "As if you've obeyed it thus far."

"I haven't kissed you outside yet, have I?"

"Gil!"

He wrapped his arms around her as she pushed him, both of them tumbling out of the main alley of the market and into the nearest wall. But he could hear the shots hitting the next few stalls. He tightened his arms around her. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," she promised him, hand already on the knife at her thigh. But she had also only been released about three weeks ago. She wasn't in the condition to fend off a proper ambush. "Who is it this time?"

"I don't know," he whispered against her temple, pressing a kiss to her flawlessly blonde hair. "But I'm gonna find out."

"Gil!"

Gilgamesh picked up the nearest crate full of produce and hurled it into the fray. He cocked his fists, taking out the first two as nothing more than a warmup. He didn't know how many there were, but it didn't much matter to him at the moment.

They weren't coming anywhere near Thena.

The next three came out, lingering behind the cloud cover of all the destruction. Gil kept his fists up, dodging knives as needed and disarming as he went. He threw a few, only managing to knock a few firearms out of hands rather than making a clean hit.

Thena had only started teaching him to throw knives recently.

Gil grunted as three of them grabbed him by the back, one around each arm and one on his shoulders. "Fuck!"

"Don't move!"

Gil obeyed, freezing with his captors draped over him. He heard the distinct sound of metal and bone and soon his burden dropped to the ground. She had killer aim, his Ice Queen. He turned to her, still leaning against the wall, "thanks, Naekkeo!"

"Gil, behind you!"

Shit. Gil hissed as the knife sliced through his side. He turned, gripping his attacker's head and twisting with all the torque he had in his arms. "Shit."

"Three more!"

Gil chuckled, raising his fists again. He was lucky she was on his side. Three more men did come at him, but they were empty handed. Whomever had sent them didn't really intend on doing much if any real damage, it seemed. Or they didn't really have the resources for it. Nor the experience not to send them in the middle of the damn day.

The last one went down, a knife flying at him from the side and lodging in his thigh.

Gilgamesh looked around him in the remains of the alley market. The citizens had long ago fled, and the assailants were all taken care of in some form or another. He huffed, tugging at his shirt and jacket. He would have to have some of his boys clean the place up before any real police started sniffing around.

"Gil," Thena reached for him, grasping the lapel of his jacket. She pulled it, examining the blood on his shirt. "You're hurt."

"Ah, it's-" he paused, catching the look on his Ice Queen's face. He cleared his throat, shutting up rather than argue with her. He tugged at his sleeves. "Come on, let's get you somewhere safe."

"Let's get you sewn up, you mean," she growled at him, pulling him to her own driving escort parked just down the street. Close enough for an escape but not so close for their 'meeting' to be spied on. She opened her own door and practically threw him into the back of the limo.

"Geez," he grumbled as he sat himself up and she climbed in next to him. "Y'know, baby, I think your bedside manner might be a little lacking."

"Shut up," she glared at him as she closed the door behind her. "They'll take us back to my office. In the meantime, let me see."

Gilgamesh obeyed, wincing as he pulled his shirt up. "Thena, really, I don't think it's that bad."

"You'll have to call up the little heiress," Thena mumbled back as she examined the depth and length of the cut in question.

"You think this was her?"

"I think it was for me, and they didn't think we would be there...together."

"Oh," he blinked as she started pawing over him for signs of other injuries. "Oh!"

"Yeah, Gil, oh," Thena sighed, sitting back in the seat as they drove back to her end of town. She bit into her lip, shaking her head at him. "I can't say I blame her. I might even be impressed of her being so bold."

He also hadn't thought the little heiress would have it in her to call out someone as powerful and established as Thena. He didn't think this was really a hit, but certainly it was meant to intimidate her. As if his Ice Queen were the type to scare.

"It's not funny," Thena rolled her eyes at his chuckling, slapping his chest lightly.

"Well," Gil began, letting Thena continue prodding at his bruises and scrapes, "since this date got cut short-"

"It was not," Thena gave him a pointed look as she reached to the door and pulled out a mini bottle of vodka. She pointed a finger at him, "a date."

He moved forward to kiss the tip of her finger, but she moved it out of his reach and pressed him back into the seat by the chest again. He sighed, "fine. But either way, I think you owe me another...meeting."

"Oh, do I?" she flicked her eyes up to him only briefly before liberally pouring the ounce of premium vodka over his cut.

Gil hissed at the sting of it.

"Does this not prove how dangerous having our," Thena ran her tongue over her bottom lip in a flash, "meetings out in public is?"

Gil watched her as she applied a balm to his skin. It was just as much of an irritant as the liquor, maybe burned even more. But he kept his eyes on her, putting all her care into patching him up as best she could in the back of a car. He trailed his fingers down her wrist to her hand. "I still want to, though."

Thena sighed, leaning back again. She tilted her head at him, her hair slipping over her shoulder as she did. "We both know what this life means, Gilgamesh. This won't be easy."

"I don't want easy," he was quick to argue, pulling her to him, no matter the burn in his side and the soreness in his muscles. He pulled her in, smiling against her lips as her hand slipped under the collar of his shirt.

Thena moaned, their tongues meeting gently. Her fingers travelled over the tattoos creeping up to his neck. His hand left her hair to rest on her hip.

"I want you."

#Ice Queen/Tyrant King AU #their story continues #I hope you like it!#thank you so much for the ask!#Poor Gil #he really just wants to be romantic #take the woman he loves on a date #not have to worry about being ambushed by enemies #Thena keeps claiming that these meetings #everyone knows they're dates #are too dangerous to have so openly #but she never misses one #is never late #leaves early #does her hair and makeup in the back of the limo for some privacy #also #I love that you also thought of the zombie au #because I miss that one too

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THE CUP IS IN THE BUILDING!

Along with a well above average number of fans watching.

For the championship game before ours. Neither stuck around for our game.

But the championship game went to overtime and then through a shootout and then some extra shooters in the shootout before finally the team that was best throughout the whole season won.

All that took a while and then after our warmup we took team pictures and then finally started to play our consolation game. Being just a consolation game many guys like to switch things up and play different positions and stuff. Honestly I don't get it at all. But considering that maybe a quarter of our team was playing where they normally play I felt we started strong and dominated play for most of the first period. We had plenty of shots but none of them seemed particularly dangerous and I had no trouble making the saves I had to and it was scoreless after the first period.

The team we were facing was a distant fourth in the four team league where the other three teams finished pretty close together, and we've beaten them plenty of times before. They do feature a guy who always plays kind of physically and more dirty than is usual for the league which is specifically meant to be for fun.

He was doing that again tonight and during the second basically tackled one of our female players behind their goal and she stayed down on the ice for a minute or so kind of shaken up by the play. I took the opportunity to work on the tie for my mask dangler which had come undone so I didn't see exactly what happened after that. My guess is that our players were upset about the play, especially how the refs didn't call the blatantly obvious penalty and I assume someone said something and the end result was we were on the penalty kill.

That lead to then getting an open chance on goal after some shots and passes and I stopped a pass across with my stick but then tried to slide over to stop the shot and thought I had it but it somehow got through my pads and into the net. That was frustrating.

We continued to mostly control play after that though and scored a goal not much later from our only regular defender who was playing defense tonight, which I thought was pretty funny.

In the third it was pretty much the same except as the refs continued to not call their goon player who kept slashing people our players got frustrated and started being more physical too and among all that there was a play where the puck bounced behind the net from one side to the other, where our defense was out of position since they normally don't play defense. I got across fast enough to get my arm on the shot and for a second thought I had gotten far enough to hit it to the outside of the net but I was wrong and it was in for a second goal.

That was certainly frustrating and things just got worse after that. We were trying to score to tie the game and had a shot on goal which their goalie stopped and then left sitting loose between his pads. I could clearly see the puck from the other goal. Our captain was there near their net and reached for the obviously loose puck and poked it into the goal.

There had been a good amount of yelling about the puck not being covered, I was yelling it myself even. So I absolutely believe that he didn't hear the not very loudly blown and ridiculously early whistle. But the ref was all pissed and even though we were already on a penalty kill somehow called our captain for slashing and said it was no goal.

Our captain didn't really like that and argued the absolutely ridiculous call and the ref then threw him out of the game. It made no sense at all. Last week there was a similar play where I had stopped and covered the puck and the ref blew the whistle and I dropped it earlier than I should have and their player put it in the net. It was called not a goal and I told him to play the whistle and then we lined up for a face-off and kept playing. The only differences in this case were that the puck should have never been blown dead and the ref was incredibly unreasonable about the play.

After that everything was just kind of a total shitshow. We kept pushing to try to score even with guys confused about what positions they were playing in and more and more penalties being called for things that made no sense at all and in the end it was probably for the best that the time just ran out even though we ended with a frustrating 1-2 loss.

It was absolutely not at all how I wanted to end the season but overall it was still a fun season with some fun guys to play with and we were competitive more nights than not, so that was good.

The league will start up again in a few weeks for the fall season. It is mostly the same players overall but the teams are redrafted every season. Hopefully I get lucky and get some good players on my team and have some fun and maybe even a better ending than this season had.

#hockey #beer league #spring 2022 #loss #1-2 #refs #consolation game #goalie

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Play It Cool - Tyson Jost (9/n)

Author’s notes: This section is LONG. It probably should have been two parts, but were too short on their own, so, it became a big long chapter. It does make up for the last chapter being kind of short too. Good times though, AJ and Tyson are at least admitting to others they’re a thing, but it isn’t super public yet. They finally get Jess (OFC) and Nate to come out for a double date even! The second part of this story though does contain some graphic content that happened during a game in December, so just a heads up. Also it’s from a little blurb I wrote back around the time of the incident, so it might be familiar.

Pairing: Tyson Jost x OFC

TW: Language, player injury (not Tyson, not Nate, but a fellow Avalanche player), anxiety attack. Mild adult situations. Word Count: 4124-ish Miss Part 8? https://brainrattlers.tumblr.com/post/687046761391456256/play-it-cool-tyson-jost-8n The next few weeks were a bit of a blur. A few roadies, lots of work, a few home games. Nate and AJ played makeup games of Fort, AJ and Jess traded a lot of texts back and forth spilling all sorts of secrets about Tyson and Nate. Nights that there were home games, Jess and AJ sat together, standing near the glass at warmups. Tyson made it a habit to kiss the knuckles of his glove and fist bump AJ through the glass. Nate… was his stoic, focused self. Nate still pointed at the women when he’d score a goal though, both would point back, further confusing social media. All in good fun though.

Roadies? Jess and AJ would hang out with each other either at a bar, or at either’s home, making it a girls night, but definitely cheering on the team. Let’s just say many margaritas were consumed… both home and away games. Made for a lot of ridiculous nights, for sure.

There finally was a small break in the schedule, and things had been going well still with Tyson and AJ. Couple dates a week. Fortnite nights with Nate slowed again, but Jess would admit they were having dinner at his place. Finally an evening off for everyone, AJ wrangled up the three of them into having a group date on a Monday night. Tyson had been pushing for hints, but AJ refused. The only thing she told all of them was to wear something comfortable that they could move around in. It was such a huge secret, so much that AJ picked up Tyson, and then went over to Nate’s to pick up he and Jess.

AJ pulled into the parking lot of the Lakewood Bowlero.

“Thought it might be fun to have a night of bowling, maybe some fried food and beer. Live a little!”

Tyson was down, Jess was down… but Nate had his apprehensions.

The foursome walked inside and got in line to get a lane and shoes, but AJ told Tyson she’d be right back. She came back to find that they’d already been placed on lane 12 shoes in hand. Behind her was her bowling bag, which she started pulling out her own pair of bowling shoes, as well as a wrist brace to help get more revs on one of the two balls she lastly pulled from the bag. Nate was suddenly terrified. Tyson sat there with his mouth agape, before saying anything.

“Ummm what’s all this?” Tyson questioned.

“Just my bowling equipment?” AJ giggled and winked. “Didn’t you ever wonder what I was doing on Wednesday nights? I’m here… in a league?” She finished tying her shoes (which weren’t the stereotypical red/blue rentals, but a slick pair of white/black shoes), and taping up her hand before putting on the brace. Lastly she went up to the lane computer and started putting in the order, complete with nicknames… SportySpice, NateDogg, Strike King, and… The Dudette. (What can I say, one of AJ’s favorite movies is The Big Lebowski!) Before taking the protectors off her shoes, she ran up to the bar and ordered some drinks, as well as some wings, fried pickles, and onion rings. “Alright, you’re up SportySpice, show us what you’ve got!”

It was a slow start for everyone, until they got into the swing of things - literally. SportySpice threw a 5 and 3, NateDogg rolled a 4 and a gutter, Strike King failed to keep up his namesake and threw a 4 and picked up 2, and The Dudette picked up a spare. Food arrived while the two couples rolled balls down the lane, drinks flowed. Lots of laughter, and so many chirps between them all, especially Tyson and AJ. As expected, AJ was high score the first two games, but Tyson and Jess were neck and neck. Nate brought up the rear, clearly frustrated in his performance. The competitive sides came out, especially before the last game started.

“Alright, how about… guys vs girls?” AJ smirked, high-fiving Jess.

Tyson’s face showed signs of fear, “I don’t want Nate on my team!”

Nate scowled at Tyson, then glared at AJ.

“Alright, fine, I’ll take Nate on my team. Jess, Tyson? Bring it.” AJ threw down the gauntlet, Nate nodded in approval. She managed to get Jess to trade her spots at the table, allowing her to coach Nate in an effort to maybe eke out a win in this. She was going to have to bowl one of her better games, and hopefully Nate would be able to break 100.

Tyson and Jess were whispering about something, until Jess had an announcement. “We’d like to make some bets on this game.” She whispered something in Nate’s ear, and his eyes went wide. Tyson came around to AJ’s side, whispering in her ear as well. “Whomever loses has to cook a 3 course meal for the other. And… a backrub.” Before he went back to his seat, Tyson nipped at AJ’s earlobe and flashed a grin.

All AJ could do was smirk, followed by, “You’re on, Jost. I’m already thinking of what I want for an appetizer.”

The game started off sluggish, but AJ was able to get Nate to pick up a couple spares to get a decent score. She herself wasn’t struggling but wasn’t excelling. Both Tyson and Jess seemed to know what they were doing all of the sudden, stringing some marks together. It came down to AJ’s last frame. She needed a strike and a spare to let her doubles team beat the other team. Nate’s 115 (which was great for him) was still the low score, with Tyson and Jess totalling a 312 together.

AJ took a deep breath, with Nate trying to coach her using the same ideas that she was using with him. Tyson smirked. Internally he was conflicted - he wanted AJ to bowl well, but he really was looking forward to dinner and a backrub. AJ stood on the approach, ball in hand. She visualized where the ball would roll, where it would flip, and where it’d hit in the pocket. With a push off, AJ’s feet led her down the approach, arm swinging and rolling the ball down the lane. Her pose was held, her breath was held as she missed her mark, but the bowling gods smiled upon her, giving her a Brooklyn strike. Before turning around she put on a confident face, like I meant to do that.

Nate looked at her with a hopeful look, mouthing, “you’ve got this.”

One strike would seal the win.

AJ stepped onto the approach, grabbing her ball from the return. Deep breath, visualize, push off for the approach to the foul line. Released the ball, hit her mark, hit the pocket… and left a ringing ten pin. She tried to not to show emotion as she turned around to walk back to the return. Out of the corner of her eye, AJ could already see Tyson and Jess leaning in, watching intently. Nate was looking toward the lane, but not at AJ. Leaning over, she picked up her spare ball, and lined up on the lane approach, left side to throw across the lane. The ball rolled through the oil and flipped just a little too early, but still had momentum toward the ten pin. However, it arced too soon, and switched directions, missing the pin by a hair. The pin even wobbled, but never fell down.

Nate looked down at his feet. AJ fell to her knees on the approach facing the table, arms in the air, cursing. Tyson and Jess cheered triumphantly, high-fiving each other.

“I do believe someone owes me a hell of a dinner…” Tyson laughed. Being a gracious winner, he did pick up AJ’s balls from the return as she pouted at the table, taking off her shoes and wrist brace.

“Sorry I lost us the game, Nate. What do you have to do for your loss?”

“I don’t want to talk about it. But you owe me BIG TIME.”

AJ chuckled, having no idea what Nate was going to have to do because of Jess’ bet. She was more focused on trying to figure out what Tyson was going to ask for dinner, along with when this actually was going to happen.

Unfortunately for Tyson, but fortunately for AJ, schedules didn’t line up for a while, they both had time to figure out a good night to fulfill the details of the bet. Work was wild for a bit for AJ, Tyson was on the road for an extended stint, but was so happy to get home, even if it meant they had a home game the next night. AJ couldn’t make it to the game, and Jess was working, so she watched by herself at home. She sat in horror, staring at the TV screen as MacDonald just fell to the ground like a sack of potatoes after the nasty collision. Having been a hockey fan this long, AJ had seen that a few times before, but it never got easier.

In fact, it was now worse that she was friends with players. And dating one.

It wasn't even a week earlier that Nate got hit mid-ice, and had been taken back immediately for concussion protocol. AJ felt so powerless, absolutely sick to her stomach, until she saw Nate return for the next period. She had texted him immediately, even though she knew she wouldn't hear back from him until after the game was long over.

But this feeling was absolutely worse, trainers from both teams on the ice tending to a not-moving player. Eventually he was placed on a stretcher and taken to the locker room for examinations. There was definitely a heavy feeling to the game. The players felt it too, as things were becoming more and more physical.

Two minutes left in the game, the Panthers were trying to tie it back up after Burky's hat trick. Some dirty hits and plays in front of Kuemper left tempers flared, and it came to a boiling point. Jost ripped a player to the side, his visor being pushed back. A soft punch was landed, but the linesman pulled them apart. AJ could see Jost saying something to the other player, and it wasn't a playful chirp. There was a coldness in his face she'd never seen.

AJ saw it one more time that night at the conclusion of the final horn announcing the Avs' win. Rantanen squared off with someone at center ice, and a few other players joined in, including Tyson. She hated seeing him get physical, even though it's part of the game.

The players all separated, the Avs saluted the crowd. There were announcements all over Twitter that MacDonald was up and moving around, coherent and seemingly okay in the locker room - he hadn't been transported to the hospital, a great sign. Three stars were crowned, Burky dropped an F-bomb on television. Needless to say, it was a wild night of hockey.

Regardless, AJ was struggling with the night's events. While most of her was ecstatic for the hard-earned win, there was a dark corner of her mind absolutely losing it. Not even thinking clearly, she grabbed her phone and texted Tyson.

AJ: Can I come over and see you tonight? Or you come here? I'm not in a good place.

She knew he wouldn't be able to respond right away, but it didn't stop her from pacing until her phone buzzed with a notification from him.

Tyson: It's closer for me to get to you than for you to get to my place. I'll be there in about 15. Are you okay?

AJ: No. I mean yes, but... not really. I just need to see you. Door's unlocked, let yourself in.

Tyson: I'll be there as soon as I can babe, leaving now.

Tyson raced through traffic, concerned. He knew that AJ was strong, but between the two of them hanging out, and what he'd learned from Nate, she had her fragile moments. He was worried this was one of them. He got to her home, dashed up the front steps and opened the door.

"Babe? Where are ya?"

His eyes found AJ sitting on the floor against the sofa, knees to her chest, her eyes puffy. Instantly, his heart broke at the sight in front of him. Closing the door quickly behind him, Tyson sat on the floor next to her, not sure if he should give her space or not.

"I'm so sorry to make you come over," AJ whispered, "I... I needed to see you." The tears started streaking down her face silently.

"Hey, hey, what's going on?" Tyson instantly wrapped his arms around her, pulling her body onto his lap.

She curled up into him, arms snaking around him and holding tight. A few deep breaths kept the sobs at bay, but she was still having trouble formulating coherent thoughts. He held her just as tight, kissing the top of her head. He felt the tears dampening his shirt. The two sat in relative silence for a few moments.

"What if it had been you?" AJ squeaked out, somewhat muffled by her face in his shoulder. "What if it had been you, Tyson?"

"What are you talking about?"

"What happened to (sniffle) MacDonald. I don't know what I'd do if it were you instead." Tears were still coming.

"But it wasn't me, babe. I'm right here, I'm fine."

"But what if..."

Tyson stopped her, and pushed AJ’s chin up so her eyes would meet his. In all this, it was a normal thing for him to see players get hurt. No one wants to see it, but it's a physical game. It suddenly was clicking just how much she cared for him. It hit different that it wasn't just about him anymore if he got hurt, it affected her too. He sighed.

"It's scary, I realize that. But I'm here right now with you. It's just part of my job. I do what I can to protect myself. And now that I have you, I'll try even harder to stay safe. For you, us." Tyson chuckled. "You know, that day you came in with that bandage on your hand because you grabbed that thing at work wrong and cut it up bad? I was worried then. Or when I think about you on those super tall ladders... I don't like it. But it's part of your job, even if it scares me." He smiled gently, and wiped a random tear from her face with his thumb.

AJ mimicked the motion, her thumb brushing over the slightly raised red mark still on Tyson's cheek from Aube-Kubel accidentally cross-checking Tyson's face the week prior.

"I'm sorry, I just got really worried all of the sudden... I overreacted," she cringed a little as she apologized. "But... I swear if Nicholas, or anyone else, does this to your face again... don't get me started."

The two stayed curled up together for quite a while. She told Tyson he didn't have to stay later if he didn't want to, afraid he would be exhausted at practice the next morning. He let her know it had already been canceled as they're playing Tuesday, and that if she was okay with it, he wanted to stay with her to make sure everything was good.

This was a bit of a conundrum for AJ, because despite the fact of how well the relationship had been going over the almost two months, the two managed to have not yet spent the night with each other. Tyson was completely leaving it up to AJ, despite how many times he wanted her to stay with him, the nights that things heated up between the two of them… one (or both) of them would have something going on early the next morning, be it practice, work, etc., and one would go home. Even though things were okay all things considered, something clicked in AJ’s mind, and despite having to be at work in a few hours, she wanted Tyson to stay.

After a few moments of quiet contemplation on AJ’s part, and a few nerve-wracking overthinking moments on Tyson’s, AJ made her decision known, albeit still with a little sound of nervousness. The two talked about it for a few moments, and Tyson put it out there that everything was still up to AJ.

With a small smile, AJ climbed out of Tyson’s lap, standing up with her hand extended to him, ready to lead him to the bedroom. Tyson nodded, slipping his hand around her much smaller one, and standing up with her. The two of them made their way to the bedroom, quite sleepily, I might add. Even though they’d seen each other pretty much naked, this was a completely different scenario, and there was a little apprehension felt. There had never been a next morning with these two.

And not to make it weird, but a scenario AJ actually had been possibly preparing for. Tyson sat on her bed while she rummaged around in the bathroom a bit, before coming back out and motioning him to come with her. As she rounded the corner with him, she cocked her head at the vanity, smiling.

“What’s this?” Tyson was caught off-guard, looking in the open drawer, finding a new-in-package toothbrush, a contact case, and a few other odds and ends.

“I mean, I’d hoped you would eventually stay over, and I thought I’d at least get a couple things here for you that you’d need. I wasn’t sure what toothpaste you used, or contact solution, but you’re welcome to use mine… did I just make this weird? I did, didn’t I?”

Tyson turned and wrapped his arms around AJ with a huge smile on his face.

“Weird? Not even. I was worried I was going to have to sleep in my contacts tonight… You’re phenomenal… this is just one of the reasons that I love you, the fact you even thought to do this.” Tyson was beaming, and leaned down to kiss AJ’s forehead.

AJ suddenly thought she was asleep and dreaming, before the reality of what was just said kicked in.

“Wait… you… love me?”

The look on Tyson’s face never faltered, and he had a confidence in his voice that never wavered. “Yep. Definitely love you.”

AJ bit her lip before looking back up at the man holding her close. “Love you too, Tyson.”

Before she could even process it, Tyson had picked up AJ and spun her around, causing her to squeal and plead to put her down on the ground again. He flung her over his shoulder, which terrified her more for the fact that she was not a small girl and was afraid of hurting him. As Tyson carried AJ back to the bedroom, she smacked his butt just as he was lifting her to gently toss her onto the bed.

“Gotta go brush my teeth and take my contacts out, I’ll be right back!”

AJ laughed from the bed, and sighed happily, her attitude making a 180 flip from where it was just an hour earlier. Hopping up, she grabbed some shorts and a tshirt from the bureau, and then wondered what Tyson was going to wear to bed. She didn’t have to wonder long, as he hung out in the doorway to the bedroom, squinting at her due to lack of contacts, but looked damn good in just his pair of boxer briefs.

“Is this okay to sleep in?” Tyson chuckled at AJ’s blatant staring. “AJ, my eyes are up here…”

She pried her eyes away from Tyson’s torso, and swallowed hard. “Uh, yeah, that’s… great. I uh, um, yeah I gotta go take out my contacts… er something.”

Tyson continued chuckling at her awkward statement. Pulling back the blankets and top sheet, he looked to see which nightstand AJ had her phone on, and picked the opposing side to climb into, and divided up the pillows on the bed. AJ came back in, smiling at the sight of him curled up under the blankets already. Flicking the light switch off, she tripped over her own shoe on the floor and kicked it aside, but crawled into bed, finding Tyson there with open arms. The two squirmed around a bit trying to find a comfortable position for both of them (which is next to impossible, someone is going to end up with a body part that goes numb, that’s just the rules of cuddling in bed), but for the time being, Tyson rolled onto his side, getting ready to pull AJ in as the little spoon.

His eyes drifted down the back of the shirt she was wearing, as he noticed the 17 and his own last name across the fabric covering her back. Tyson wanted to run his fingers over it, but feared somehow ruining the moment. The moment was forever tucked into his memory, as he wrapped his arms around the woman he loved. Tyson could smell the faintest touch of AJ’s hair conditioner as he crooked his neck to kiss her shoulder. The lightest hum could be heard from AJ as she melted into his body pressed up against her back.

“Good night, my little Eggo. Love you.”

Tyson felt AJ’s body shake a little as she giggled.

“Love you too, my maple syrup man.” AJ kissed Tyson’s wrist that was nearest her face as he held her.

The ridiculous cuteness of it all lasted maybe ten minutes. Tyson started fidgeting a bit as his right arm started getting tingly from lack of circulation, and AJ started kicking the blankets around. She rolled over, able to make out the features on Tyson’s face in the dark. He raised an eyebrow at her.

“You’re a damn furnace, you know that Jost?”

Tyson always knew she was giving him crap when she called him Jost. Also she had set him up for an easy one.

“I can’t help it, you know I’m a hottie.”

AJ rolled her eyes and hugged him tightly. “You’re right, you’re right,” she twisted her torso to look at her phone on the nightstand, “I have to be up in about 4 hours for work, no more funny business, mister.”

Tyson was impressed by how limber she was to twist around like that, keeping her hips next to his, the rest of her twisting, letting her grab the phone behind her. He nodded, trying to keep those sort of thoughts at bay, leaving the two to retreat to their own sides of the bed and get comfy, but keep their feet touching. He let his toes run up the side of her foot and shin one to make AJ giggle one more time before letting her sleep. He hoped to hear that sound so much more often, now that crashing at each others’ places was on the table.

With Spotify playing a playlist a few hours later, AJ bolted upright, realizing she had another issue to contend with. Remember how I told you she has curly hair? Fun fact about curly hair - bed head is so much more real and so much more worse than for those with stick straight hair. Tyson had already been awake for a bit, laying there playing a game on his phone. The sight before him, well, to his side anyway, was epic. Fuzzy curls were in every which direction. AJ hadn’t turned around so she never noticed him trying to keep from laughing. Grumbling, she quickly got up and headed to take a shower to get ready for work.

Freshly showered, she walked into the bedroom wearing a towel to grab her clothes for the day. AJ was greeted with a low whistle, feeling Tyson’s eyes scan up and down her body. She just rolled her eyes, getting dressed with a little privacy from the closet door. Tyson finally did get up out of bed to have a cup of coffee and got dressed as AJ packed her lunch to head to work. She insisted Tyson could stay and get a couple more hours of sleep if he wanted, only requesting he lock the door behind him when he left. It was almost a little overwhelming how much she just trusted him suddenly, but it was also a good feeling knowing that their emotional bond was growing and she was open to trusting him.

“Have a good day at work, babe.” Tyson snuck in a quick kiss before AJ darted out the door. She didn’t notice the mischievous look on his face either, which worked out into his favor.

Chapter 10: https://brainrattlers.tumblr.com/post/688315137261797376/play-it-cool-tyson-jost-10n

#Tyson Jost #Josty #Play It Cool #Tyson Jost x OFC #TysonTuesday

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ok a few weeks ago i went to an art camp and some sort like that and it was fun so I thought I just rant on how it went and how it was and also put the thing i made on each day. this artcamp thing was five days and each day the kids there (including me obv) made something different every day

ok here we go- day one. this artcamp was quite far from where I live so I took the train. but I got to the train station and missed the train so I took the longer way of taking one train to the other direction of where I needed and then changed it to the direction i needed to go. but i got there in the end. then out of the train and taking the bus that went to the OPPOSITE direction so i got down and walked all the the to the artcamp place and arrived there SO FUCKING SWEATY and half dead. but I did get there in time which was the thing I wanted. to just be there on time. we did something with clay and each of us got four flat pieces of clay that we made with them a bigger flat piece. and wE CARVED INSIDE IT. i wasn't sure what I wanted to do first but then I made one of my OCs and their story. i really liked how it came out. since it made of clay it had to be dried and burned for couple weeks so this is the picture of the after. but I also took a picture of after I finished it when the clay was still not dry...? so ill that picture too. when I went to take that after it dried then I was quite happy to find that all the lines of the fingers and all that weren't ruined from the drying process

day two. took the CORRECT TRAIN this time and also the right bus and it all went good. i got there on time and even before the time like 15 minutes before or smth. we did urban sketching. walked to near marketplace in the area and we just wandered around the place and drew buildings and things around that we saw and we drew them. and then after that we got back to the class studio thing that the artcamp was in and we did the same thing but in acrylics. chose one sketch that I did and painted it in acrylics . i gave it watercolre texture which I really liked.

day three we did realistic sketching. this is it . i didn't really like it . drew this picture of a face.

day four. did the same thing in day three but a bit differebnt. drawing with layers . but this time it was with acrylics so i enjoyed it more. drew a portrait of a woman. i looked at a picture and drew that in acrylics/

day five. was also th last day . we did still life drawing' there was a rtable with a lot of stuff on it. i really enjoyed this one. first few charcoal practice warmups you can only see the last one i did. and we also =did this with acrylics . i focused on a statue of a womans body and stuck with it the entire time. and when we drew it ewith the acrylics i also did another work of just a house in a forest from paint leftovers. and thats it. this camp thing was really fun and i got new skills from it that idk if i use but atleast theyre there.

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keefwho · 1 year

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May 30 - 2023

11:55 PM

This morning I awoke to a horrible message. Daisy’s rat Peach died which was extremely sad to hear. I love her rats, and her other pets. It’s almost like I know them, like a friend’s dog you see whenever you go over to visit. It was also very gruesome and I feel so bad she had to go through that. At this point I had already planned drawing a tribute of sorts for Peach, but I had to take care of my other responsibilities first. I had no commissions today but I still did my warmup and finished another summer avatar for myself and fixed my bikini outfit. It was a productive and chill morning. After a small break and a shower, I called Daisy while cleaning and making lunch. She had to leave abruptly and thats when I started working on the drawing for Peach. I tried to put a lot of heart into it, I was trying to let out as much sorrow as I could even though I’ve never actually known her. I’d say I was successful, and glad I could exercise so much emotion. I have to admit that lately I haven’t had many good opportunities to feel very strongly. After that was VRchat time where multiple very irritating people joined. I’m extremely tired of putting up with these bozos, I firmly intend to start speaking up against them. I want my VR time to be fun again, I let these people I don’t like ruin my experience too much. After VR Daisy and I beat the last major temple so far in Zelda, the water temple.

I meant to do this early but I need to discuss with myself what I intend to do for the next week.

First of all I actually read back my entire week of journal entries. Reading that one bad day I had was kind of hard. I thought I would cringe at it but instead I felt a sort of empathy for myself. Reading everything I wrote together made me feel a little more like I am actually a dynamic person and that I just fail to see it on a regular basis. So it was a good idea to go over everything again.

This past week I meant to work on being present and focused on things. I did that to an extent but a flaw with my plan was how vague it was. There were no planned events, just a general thought to keep in mind which gave me little direction. This next week I do have a plan. I want to spend 1 hour each day doing something new and with a focus on myself. Examples could be a game I haven’t played in awhile or ever, or practicing another hobby like my guitar. The goal would be to get out of my comfort zone a little bit and explore something new on my own which might encourage a sense of play or self discovery. It’ll also help to tear me away from some of the thoughts and feelings I know I need a break from.

Im starting to get desperate and am ready to take more drastic measures to steer myself in a better direction. I want to improve in ways I thought were impossible, using any motivation at my disposal. I thought it might be unhealthy to use external motivation to do something but I think as long as I am on watch for it, I won’t actually do it in an unhealthy way. I know a lot of parents are motivated to do better for their kids. Some people are motivated to do better for other family members, or their community, or a mentor or literally anything else. What gives me true motivation right now is to do better for my closest friends. I want to be able to support them through anything and I can only do that by supporting myself. I think that’s reasonable.

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shirecorn · 3 years

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how about 17 and 24? what inspires you and how do you deal with art block?

Long post warning.

Art block...

I don't actually get art block, which is probably a combination of neurodivergence and drawing every day for the last 3 years

I wrote an entire tutorial about how to do that, but didn't feel like illustrating it. Would people want to read it even without visuals?

Maybe... I'll just start rambling.

There's a couple different types of art block, and it's really just a philosophy puzzle to get past them. I'm going to assume that the things I think of slow days, or art mud, is a milder form of art block and work through that.

Art block is a symptom, not a disease. You probably have something deep inside that you don't want to face, or don't know how. Sometimes you need to discover the cause, sometimes just power through.

Method 1: Rest

Let yourself just Exist. The act of consuming art is part of the process. Watching shows and playing games, taking a break and going gardening or focus on school. This is what you need for burnout-induced art block.

Method 2: Action

I always choose action, sometimes it means a tiny 2 min sketch per day. Ugly or super simplified. As long as I don't stop moving.

Toss everything. Start every piece thinking you will throw it away.

The act of drawing moves you forward; pinning it to the fridge does not. Don't work things until they are perfect. Work them until they are there.

Art block causes and solutions:

- No Inspiration

Not sure what to draw, nothing seems appealing. Art won't come out like it used to.

Do studies from life or photos. Sketch, paint, digital, traditional, doesn't matter. Rocks, fruit, figure drawing, landscapes, buildings, anything.

Study and copy professional's work. Old masters are best, like rubens, michalangelo (only his men tho) etc because they will teach you anatomy while you work. If you copy someone with a lot of flaws, you will repeat those flaws.

Trace to learn, not to earn. Trace photography and art from anyone you want. Don't post it unless you have the artist's permission or they are dead, whichever comes first. This is strictly work for yourself, on yourself. It's not about the finished drawing.

Find an artist with a fun style and try converting stuff into their style. Don't make that your new style though and especially don't start selling it. Your style is a chimera of everyone you love, not a clone of one person.

Take blurry photos. You don't need a fancy camera or good skills or beautiful subjects. Doing studies from your own photos can spark life into your workflow.

Make challenges for yourself. Randomly generate things to combine. Try fusing characters! Don't try to make it look good, just be fun.

Doodle patterns, swirls, lines, random stuff. Try looking up art warmups and doing some of those.

- Everything Sucks

You finally see how bad you are. Or somehow you got worse. Every piece is a fight and you spend hours trying to get something right only for it to be stiff and disgusting and STILL wrong.

Why are you trying to draw good? It's enough just to draw.

Accept that your art is bad. Every artist can see flaws in their work. Your problem is that those flaws outweigh anything remotely worthwhile and hurt to look at.

So what? You're in a period of growth, not a period of production. Keep that wonky second eye. Let them have hot dog fingers.

Show everyone! Show no one! No piece of art can ever be a reflection of the artist. Not their worth, not their skill. The only thing your art says about you is "Held and moved a pen for a bit."

Make bad art. It's ok. Most of the time, the pressure to perform and get things Right is what made them wrong in the first place. Relax.

- No Motivation

The #1 killer of artists everywhere. On some level you think you should draw, on every other level you think you should stay in bed.

You are not lazy. You wouldn't have read this far in a post about art block if you were lazy. You wouldn't CALL it art block if you were lazy. Laziness is wishing you didn't have to do anything. A block is wishing you were doing something. If you think you can namecall Yourself into productivity again, you're wrong and You need to unionize so that you don't treat You like that anymore.

Consider Mental Illness. Losing interest in something that brought you joy can be a symptom of depression. I know it seems obvious, but if you're waiting for a sign that it's "bad enough," it's bad enough. Seek care if you have the means. Forgive yourself if you already know this.

Selfcare. Examine yourself for neglect. Nutrition, exercise, enrichment, social need, and sleep are all part of the art process. Eat three meals and sleep 8 hours. That's your gaymer fuel. You deserve it, I promise. Depriving yourself of your needs will make your blocks worse, not kick you into making them better.

Identify potholes. Sketchbook falling apart? Tablet cord frayed? Half your pencils missing? Chair uncomfortable? Desk hard to reach? There's a lot of things that you tell yourself to work around and get over. Just because you CAN workaround something, doesn't mean you SHOULD. A difficult work environment can cause secret dread deep inside that you don't recognize and just think you're lazy. What you think of as "no motivation" might actually be "I don't want to deal with my tablet disconnecting every time I move it wrong and I have to wiggle it for a few seconds to make it work again." These little things are like potholes in the road. Sure you CAN still drive through them, but eventually you're going to look up and realize you haven't voluntarily left the house in weeks.

Repair potholes and roadblocks. You might feel bad about buying a new pencil, headphones, tablet, car, etc because technically the old one works if you hustle. But if you're running into so many potholes you've ground to a halt, it doesn't Actually work anymore, does it? Invest, save up, request, and require working equipment and suitable conditions. This stuff isn't just cushy privilege, it's an investment in yourself and your art. You are worth the effort it takes to clear the way. If you can't afford reliable (reliable! not perfect or luxurious) equipment, then say it. If cardboard is all you can afford, draw on cardboard. But know that you deserve canvas, and one day you might be able to make the jump. Acknowledge that sometimes, if you don't have it in you to smear burned twigs on wet cardboard, the problem isn't motivation, but opportunity.

- Haven't Drawn in So Long

A unique type of art block that self perpetuates. The thought of starting again is so stressful you can't do it. Or maybe you'll do it tomorrow. Yeah. Tomorrow for sure.

Face your fears. Are you ashamed of your lack of drawing? Are you anthropomorphizing your paper and thinking it's going to judge you, like "oh NOW you come back >:/" I internalize voices I hear and project them onto other people, concepts, locations, and inanimate objects. Your paper, computer, WIPs folder.... none of that is judging you.

Reframe your WIPs. Do you feel shame when you see "unfinished" projects? Why? Who says you MUST bring everything you start to Finish? You don't have to. A sketch is a finished art piece; it's called a sketch! If a sketch is a fully realized creation, pages that are half colored, 75% lined, or partially rendered are all fully realized creations too. Unless paid otherwise, art is done when you're done working on it.

Lower the stakes. Draw a chibi or grab some crayons. Get messy and slowly ease yourself back into the flow over the course of a couple days. It's fine.

Get a buddy! Find an art meme, do an art trade, get a study subject, or just wing it. Drawing art alongside someone can help you get past that block.

Pretend you never stopped. Don't think about the gap, how long it's been, or rustiness. As far as anyone knows, you drew the mona lisa yesterday and didn't break a sweat. Today, you drew a starfish on your hand with a gel pen. Keep up that streak, good job!

Just keep drawing. Make a goal to do one sucky drawing per day on the back of a napkin. Don't make up for missed days, just pretend they didn't happen. Who's going to judge you? The calendar? That's pieces of paper; it doesn't have an opinion. Draw a cat on it. Done. Keeping up the momentum is a great way to prevent art blocks in the future.

TLDR: Draw imperfectly and toss it. Selfcare is king. Draw often and don't judge yourself.

Art is a process, not a product.

#shire screams #art tips #ask #art block #long post

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kkusuka · 3 years

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Body of Glass <3

Iwaizumi Hajime x Reader

genre: smut

words: 1.8k

synopsis: hajime treats you like glass and all you want to do is get fucked.

a/n: this was hella fun to write LMAO, let me know what you think <3

based on this request: Iwa, Maroon 5 - One More Night. He’s afraid he’ll hurt you. Sometimes he doesn’t know his own strength so he holds himself back but y/n can tell so they grip his hair hard making him look at them “Hajime stop tiptoeing around me” they bring their lips closer to his “wreck me, I want bruises, hand prints, bite marks. I want you to man handle me I want you to leave your mark on me so everyone knows who I belong to, I’m not a piece of glass baby boy” they bite and suck on his bottom lip “go ahead, break me” -✨Puppy🤩

Cw: Fem anatomy, degradation, hard dom iwa-chan, Daddy kink

In a way, you regret not listening to your friends sooner.

Of course, any advice they had given you was after a lengthy explanation of how sexually frustrated you were. Of course, it was mostly of your own fault.

Hajime was great -- he always was -- he made you cum and you both felt satisfied by the end of the night. He was wonderful, sweet, and treated you like a queen-- it was every girl's dream for a guy to treat them like that so what was your problem?

He was sweet, wonderful, and kind, that was your problem.

And you felt more guilt about it. He couldn’t be a better boyfriend and it wasn't like he never satisfied you. Bot, in turn, was it so bad for you to want him to throw you onto a mattress and put you in your place?

“No, it most certainly is not! Y/n, you have to talk to him, it will never get better if you just sit and sulk about this!” your friend yelled, gaining more than a few heads thrown in your direction. And you're sure if it happens one more time the manager will be having a word with you.

It's been like this for the past 45 minutes as you waited for Hajimes practice game to start. Which, instead of standing in the gym for an hour, your friends decided to head to a small cafe to pass time.

“Think about it, when was the last time you were completely satisfied with sex?”

That's the problem, you always are satisfied, in the orgasmic sense that is. Hajime is talented, that’s not the issue, you're sick of being treated like a doll. You aren't made of glass, you can handle a bit of roughness from your boyfriend.

Of course, you love the soft kisses on your jaw, and Hajime telling you how amazing you are and how you fit perfectly against him. It’s very hard to hate, you love how soft his eyes look as he makes you cum around him.

Apparently, you had taken too long to answer your friend's question as she starts shouting ‘i told you so’ ‘s and telling you to either dump him or fix this because she’s sick of seeing you miserable. (which you are not)

“I am not going to break up with him, I’ll talk to him, ok? That should be good enough.” you resolved, and your friends expressed her happiness at the idea, rushing to get back to your school as the game would start in ten minutes.

Walking into the gym you could see the warmups still taking place. As you looked over the team, Hajime caught your gaze sending a small smile your way as he went up for a spike, hitting it with unimaginable force.

As you sat, letting your mind wander was a challenge. His hands, the veins in arms, the strength he had. Your ass sting just thinking about what his palm could do if he just let it, replaying it in your head sending waves of warmth to your core.

A bad thought to have right before a game where your boyfriend, the ace who gets most of the balls sent to him, would be playing almost the whole time.

A thought proven by the wave of heat to your clit every time he spiked that ball, amplified by the concentrated look on his face every time he jumped for a spike. This was probably the most honed in you've ever been at one of his games, and it was just because you were getting off.

It was no surprise the Aoba Johsai team won, and that meant a happy Iwa-chan. Which also meant that you could spend all of tonight with him. As your friend put it, “a perfect night for you to get railed the way you want!”

The problem? There was apparently no good way to start this conversation. You were having a good time with Hajime, you don't want to potentially ruin it while eating dinner, or watching a movie, or when he started to rub your thigh.

It was only when he began to softly kiss up to your jaw like he had done hundreds of times before, that you just blurted something out.

“You’re always too soft!” It was a moment that you wanted to slap a hand over your mouth and never speak again, especially when Iwaizumi froze and pulled his head from your neck.

“What?” he seemed to be in shock, staring eyes wide in confusion. Now there was no possible turning back, you had to tell him. Letting out a sigh, you sat back and let him do the same.

“You're so soft with me, I’m not made of glass love. You can be a bit rough, I want- I want you to be rough with me! You treat me like glass and, and I- it’s just too soft sometimes!” you spoke, it was like your shoulders were ten pounds lighter, until you opened your eyes to his face.

“You don't like it? I’m sorr-” he sounded so hurt and you felt ten times worse about this.

“No, No! I love it, it’s great- you’re great Haj!-” you turned to grab his cheeks forcing him to look at you, “But sometimes I want you to bend me over and tell me my place! Oh god! I want you to spank me and fuck me ‘till I can’t walk for a week! Edge me until I'm a mumbling mess. Treat me like a bitch- your bitch! I adore making love to you, but Goddamit I want you to fuck me like a whore!”

By the time you finished Hajime’s mouth gaped and he looked as if you punched him. Then in a second, he was hovering over your body, a hand on your throat pinning you to the couch.

He straddled your hips, keeping you in place as he used a hand to shed his sweatshirt, leaving him in a pair of grey sweats, your favorite pair nonetheless.

“You wanna be fucked like a street whore, huh? You want to be used like a hole for my amusement, don't you? Go on, tell me what you want.” he growled working his other hand to the buttons of your shorts. “Say it, Slut.”

You were about to cum and he hasn't even touched you yet, you had no idea how quickly he would change and you had no idea just how much it would turn you on.

“You beg to be my whore but can follow direction? I should just stop here.” he took the handoff of your neck and made a move to get off your body.

“No! Want to be your whore” use me like a slut! Please, I'll be good for you!” Your begging made him resume his position. Not before throwing away your shirt.

“Alright, knees now. Let’s see how good you can be.” pulling you up by your neck, he sat back, spreading his legs to let you settle between them. It was either shock or you went brain dead, but all you could do was stare at the growing bulge in his pants.

“Are you going to start or do I have to do everything?” his voice shakes you out of your trance as you reach past his waistband. Only a second later your hand ran over something hard and sweltering.

From the small hiss Iwaizumi let out, you knew what that was. Pulling his cock out of its refines, you watched a bead of precum drip down the tip, following it across the veins of his hardening dick.

“Get on with it.”

Taking his tip into your mouth, you circled your tongue collecting the salty wetness. Pulling off, licked your way down to the base of his cock, letting it harden even further. Taking your head back you took a breath before putting as much of his dick in your mouth as you could.

Softly bobbing on him, you tried to take more of him taking whatever you couldn’t into your hand. You went until Hajime grabbed the back of your head, holding you on his cock. Before he shoved his entire length down your throat, grunting at your gag.

“Let’s get this out of the way, first, you call me Daddy or Sir, that’s it. Anything else and you don't get to cum for a week. Second, you do what I tell you, Third, no talking back. Both get you the same place, no cumming. Understand?” he didn't ask you to comply, he demanded you follow him.

He released your head, allowing you to come up for air, “yes, I understand.”

“I understand……?” Oh!

“I understand, Daddy.”

“Good baby, now stand up.” he stood after you, pulling his sweats down as you stripped yourself of your clothes. “Hands and knees”

Pressing against you, his tip lined up with your dripping cunt as he latched a thumb to your clit, “I haven't touched you and you're dripping, you really are a whore.”

You couldn’t take his teasing, his tip running along your folds lubing his cock at a maddening pace. Removing his hand from your clit, he pressed against your back forcing your chest to the fabric of the couch and pushing your ass higher in the air.

Without warning, he thrusted his entire length into your walls. Feeling your walls pulse around him, Hajime let out a groan of your name.

Not giving you a chance to adjust, he pulled out to the tip before slamming back into your depths, sending you ford onto the couch.

“Feel good, slut?” he growled out, grabbing a handful of hair to pull your eyes towards him. Using your body as leverage to fuck you harder.

“I- Yes i-” you struggled to get out, as he barked out a laugh, thrusts never faltering as he pounded your g-spot.

“I haven’t even been fucking you for five minutes and you’re already all fucked out? A few harsh words and you become a bimbo? You really are just a street whore.”

Not giving you a chance to think as he sped his thrusts, fingers coming to circle your clit aiding in the growing sensation in your abdomen. Humping back to try and desperately meet his pounding.

A harsh thrust to your cervix had you seeing stars, collapsing into the couch as Hajime continued to use you like a hole until you zoned back into reality.

Pulling your back to his chest, your second orgasm already growing, “You better suck it up, I'm nowhere near done, Whore.”

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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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Hmm... For the rarepair thing- I doubt you could find a way to get Toriel and Mettaton together!

this has been sitting in my asks for an infinite amount of time because i WANTED to prove i could do it. but i could not.

Can i offer you some Toriel / Mad Dummy instead? (it/its pronouns and no name for Maddy here. Takes place a week or so after monsters were sealed underground, before Toriel starts dating/marries Asgore. Will probably write more of this because i think they could be really funny as a couple who is so bad for each other)

XXX

THUD. THUD. THUD.

“Yeah, take some of this—and a little of that—!”

Crash BOOM thud THUNK.

Cautiously, Toriel crept towards the cacophony at the end of the tunnel. Her palms burned with fire magic, casting sharp flickers across the unforgiving stone.

She’d been on vigil near the Barrier all night. This was… the third night in a row? Fourth? It was difficult to measure with the thin rays of light that filtered through the Barrier. The only glimmer of reality that penetrated this prison.

Until tonight, possibly. But… why would a human try to break into the Underground?

“Huff, puff… You think you’re tough, don’t you? Well I’ll show you, stupid fake wall!”

CRASH BANG BOOM.

Toriel crept a little faster. Her fire wasn’t the only thing lighting the walls, now.

At the end of the tunnel, a white blob glowed, hurling itself against the barrier hard enough to set stalactites crashing from the ceiling to the floor. The shatters echoed, ringing in her ears.

“Oh. It’s only a ghost.” Toriel smiled in relief. No humans had come to finish them off tonight. Her people would live a little longer.

The ghost spun, an enraged expression on its face.

“Only. Only? ONLY??” It spun around her, suddenly pelting her with bullets. Thankfully, Toriel was used to sneak attacks. She blocked each with a swipe of her flame-filled paws. “I’m the strongest, sexiest murder blob in the world! Now sit back and watch me punch through this stupid wall!”

Toriel blinked at the outburst. She knew better than anyone how useless punching the Barrier would be—she’d attempted that tactic for a week straight before Gerson and Wingdings had convinced her to give up. Also, this ghost didn’t appear to have hands?

But ghosts currently held the highest percentage of monsters who had fallen down. Seeing one here, with enough energy to sneak past her and attack the Barrier, of all things…

“Alright.” Toriel stepped back, extinguishing her flames. The ghost was more than bright enough to keep the tunnel lit. “I am watching.”

“Heck yeah you are. Okay. Okay.” The ghost seemed to take a deep breath, despite that being unnecessary.

Then it screamed and shot a flurry of star-shaped bullets. The Barrier flickered brightly where each attack hit, but of course, it didn’t break. The human mage who had made their final demands had been merciful enough to explain the Barrier’s design.

No monster soul could pass through alone. Only a monster with a human’s soul could. And it would take the equivalent of seven human souls to destroy the abomination for good.

“That was just…” the ghost huffed, “that was just a warmup! But you got a taste of how cool my attack was, didn’t you? DIDN’T YOU?”

“Er, yes, it was very… ‘cool.’” Toriel forced a smile.

This ghost was strange, and a little off-putting. But it had passion, which was something her current guard was severely lacking.

“In fact,” Toriel said more firmly, “You were so cool, I would like to offer you a position in my Royal Guard.”

“Huh? Who are you, the queen?” The ghost laughed.

“Yes.” Unfortunately.

The ghost’s laugh cut off abruptly.

“Then you’re Toriel? Toriel Dreemurr?”

“Toriel Dreemurr,” she echoed with a sigh. “Daughter of Torwin and Maliel Dreemurr, heir to the throne, and all of the baggage that the last generation of Boss Monsters left behind.”

She wasn’t sure why she added that last part. Perhaps because this was the first time since losing the war that she had been treated like just another monster.

“Huh. That sucks. Anyway, thanks for thinking I’m awesome and sexy, but I’m not joining your little club.”

“What—you are calling the Royal Guard a little club?” She gaped. Morale may be low, but the Guard still employed the strongest monsters in the kingdom.

Well… the strongest monsters that had survived.

“Yeah? That’s what I said? If you’re mad about it, we could like, fight to the death, and then I could be the new Dreemurr—wait can ghosts even have last names we don’t even have first names—”

“No fights to the death,” Toriel said, exhaustion suddenly crashing down on her.

She wasn’t going to die. And she wouldn’t let any more of her subjects die, either. That was the entire point of taking this humiliating retreat into the earth.

“Awww, that’s lame.” The ghost sighed. “But you’re the Boss, I guess. I’ll trick you out of your name somehow. Eventually. Because I’m cooler and smarter than you.”

“Of course,” Toriel deadpanned. “Now, if you would be so kind as to vacate this area…”

“Heck no!! I’m not done fighting the Barrier!! I’m the strongest thing under this mountain that can turn invisible. I’m not going to lose to a stupid wall!!”

“Very well,” she relented, her head pounding. It wasn’t as if the ghost could truly hurt anything down here. She couldn’t cause any more rockslides than Toriel had last week, at any rate. “Wake me if any humans arrive.”

Perhaps the ghost wasn’t fit for the Guard. That wouldn’t stop Toriel from taking advantage of the unexpected guest. She doubted the ghost would mind being asked to make a little more noise.

“Pffft, no humans are gonna dare come CLOSE to me! Ha!” The ghost flung into the Barrier again. And again.

Toriel shook her head and walked back to her tent. Trusting sentry duty to another wasn’t like her. Particularly to a monster outside of her own inner circle.

But right now, she was too tired to care. She collapsed onto her futon and fell asleep.

#fic tag #tali writes #rarepair asks #im sorry mettaton is just too gay in my heart #i was gonna do it platonically and even then i was just struggling too hard but somehow i can do. toriel/maddy. so whatever #i have got to get my asks cleaned out eventually lol #toriel #mad dummy

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