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My Love Mine All Mine (Rowan’s version)—

Jack Hughes x Yvette Liu

I listened to “My Love Mine All Mine” by Mistki a few times when I began writing this, so this is written through the lens of that song. It's also around 11K words so strap in cause it's a long one!!

Warnings: Pregnancy, a little fear of pregnancy, alcohol, a lot of tooth-rooting fluff, if there's anything else please lmk!!

Au Masterlist!!

"It's for your own good," Ellen scolded as she parked the car in front of the school, a frown resting on his features as he rolled his eyes at his mother, "I'm being serious Jack, school is important, there is no hockey if you aren't putting up your best efforts in class, and your coaches agree with me."

His mother had put him in tutoring after receiving an email detailing his recent grade in history; a few slip-ups in his assignments led to a failing grade. Everyone was treating it like it was the end of the world, but now that his mom was threatening hockey, he knew that he needed to do anything to get it up as soon as possible.

"Whatever," he unbuckled himself and got out of the car, a frown on his face as he looked at his mother one last time, "this is so embarrassing," he said before slamming the car door shut out of annoyance and heading into the school. He could hear her muffled voice rise through the window of the car followed by a fit of Luke's laughter as she drove off in the direction of the rink where his younger brother's practice was being held.

This was not how he wanted to spend his Saturday morning, he thought to himself as he entered the library he looked around at the tables full of students, laptops and books cluttering the desks as he searched for the girl he believed to be named "Yvette," a tutor that one of the other mom's had recommended to his during a home game a few weeks ago.

He found one girl, sitting in the back of the room, her head down in her textbooks and her curly hair in her face, he warily approached as he searched her table for any little sign that might tell him whether or not this girl was the one he was looking for. "Yvette?" he said quietly, the girl looked up from her book, a smile pulling at her lips as she nodded. "Yes, you must be Jack," she ushered for him to take a seat beside her as she organized the mess of books laid out in front of her. "Yeah I am," he grew shy as he watched her cheeks heat up at their now closer proximity.

His heart was beating in his chest, he couldn't help but feel a mix of nervousness and embarrassment. Yvette seemed friendly enough, she was also the prettiest girl he'd ever seen, but Jack couldn't shake the feeling that this whole tutoring situation was an unwanted intrusion into his life.

"Let's get started, we can go through your history assignments and figure out where you might be struggling if you're comfortable with that?" she smiled sweetly as she flipped her notes open to the pages that highlighted the chapters covered in his assignment. He nodded, words caught in his throat, his hands clammy as he rummaged through his bag for the crumpled-up piece of paper, embarrassment growing in his chest that she would be reading his poor work.

She explained everything with ease, Jack nodded and hummed in agreement every few minutes, still not confident enough not to stumble over his words. His eyes kept leaving the sheet in front of them and landing on her face, he examined the perfect roundness of the apples of her cheeks, his face grew warm as he peered down at the plumpness of her lips, she was the epitome of beautiful, even in the dark and stuffy corner of the library.

By the end of the session, Jack had not only learned and gained a bit more of an understanding, but he was pretty sure he was in love with his tutor.

"I think that's good for today," she whispered and looked at the boy who was lost in space, "how are you feeling now Jack?" she asked as she began to pack up her things. Jack, snapped back to reality, and stammered, "Oh, uh, yeah. I feel... good. I mean, better. Thanks, Yvette." His cheeks turned a shade of red as he realized he had been caught daydreaming.

"It's Eve, by the way, I assume we will be spending a lot of time together, so may as well get you on a nickname basis," she smiled sweetly once again, and Jack was a goner, nearly melting in his seat. "Okay Eve," he said with a grin tugging at his lips, trying to keep his cool. Little did he know she was internally freaking out at the way her name just casually rolled off of his tongue.

"So would next Saturday, same time work for you?" her brows furrowed before he clarified, "For our next session I mean," he laughed, cheeks a bright red as her face broke out in realization. "Oh yes! Of course, it works perfectly" She smiled and opened her planner, writing down a "Jack" in one of the Saturday time slots with a smiley face in pretty pink pen ink causing his heart to leap in his chest. "Perfect, thank you again," he said quickly, shoving everything back into his bag and heading out of the library in search of his mother who was waiting for him in the parking lot.

Ellen grinned as she held up a red Gatorade for him, a nice peace offering as he got into the car, "so how was that, wasn't as bad as you thought?" "I think I just met my future wife," he deadpanned, causing Ellen to go wide-eyed.

★★★★

Jack had been waiting for this game since the beginning of the season.

The Usntdp boys would finally play against Umich, a battle of the oldest Hughes brothers, Jack's first time going against Quinn. It was monumental, it felt like one of the biggest games of the season, it was gonna be everything.

He and Trevor did their pregame rituals, which consisted of a stupid intricate handshake followed by a very dramatic chest bump and then they were ready to take the ice.

His eyes searched the ice after doing a few laps and practicing some shots, Quinn stood next to Josh stick-handling the puck before he looked up to his younger brother and grinned. The two Hughes boys met at center ice, smiles on their faces after not seeing each other for a few months and hugged.

"Ready to get your ass kicked?" Jack teased his older brother as Quinn looked to the stands with a confused look. "Who is with mom?" he asked slyly pointing to the Hughes family, a girl in a USA sweater sat in between Luke and Ellen.

Jack's face immediately warmed as she looked at him, sending him a short wave before being pulled back into conversation with his little brother.

"Oh my god dude, you are as red as a tomato, who is that girl?" Quinn pressed again as he de-gloved in his and poked Jack in the cheek. Jack pushed his hands away, the redness on his face growing by the second, "that my friend, Eve, she tutors like half the team" Quinn's brow raised as he looked back up to the girl who had moved her conversation over to Jim and Ellen who were showing her something on Ellen's phone, "is that the one mom told me about, future Mrs Hughes?" "Shut up."

The whistle blew and alarmed both teams to skate back to their respective benches, Quinn tapped Jack with his stick once again, "Get ready to lose Rowdy," he grinned before skating back in the direction of the boys in Maize.

Jack's eyes found their way back to her in the crowd, her face breaking out into a grin as she looked back to him, her hand pointing to his number on her sleeve and then throwing him a thumbs up. "My god dude, you have heart eyes," Alex startled him as he ran into Jack pulling him back into the game and towards the bench

After the game, Jack couldn't shake the excitement coursing through his veins. The adrenaline from the game blended with the thrill of playing against Quinn and the presence of Eve in the stands had him on some sort of high. He left the locker room with a grin on his face, despite the loss on ice, the thought of spending the drive home with Eve had his heart racing.

He spotted her chatting with his family, his young cousins crowded around her legs as she examined the doll in the little girl's hands, his entire family seemed to have taken a liking to her, and Jack couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth seeing them get along.

Eve looked up and caught Jack's eye. She flashed him another mind-melting smile, and he couldn't help but walk a bit faster to get to her. "Sorry about the loss J, you played amazing though," she said as he pulled her in for a hug, his eyes connecting with Luke who was making kissy faces behind her but was stopped by a glare from Ellen. "It's no big deal, Quinn is never gonna let me live it down though," he pulled away just as Trevor and Cole found their way to the girl.

"Eve!" Trevor yelled out as he pushed Jack out of the way and smothered the girl in his chest, "I didn't know you were gonna be here!" Jack let Trevor's voice fade away as he approached his mother and father, who both congratulated him on the assists.

"You played great sweetheart," Ellen said as Jim hummed in agreeance, Jack smiled as his eyes travelled back to the girl who was now chatting with Spencer, "Eve is a sweetheart, you should ask her over for dinner sometime," she watched as he nodded still staring at the girl. "Yeah Mom maybe," he mumbled as he looked back to Jim who was staring at his son with an amused grin. "Okay go grab Eve, we are gonna say bye to Quinn and then head out, okay?" Jim laid the plan out and Jack nodded as he looked back to the girl, watching as she interacted with the people closest to him.

He was in so deep.

★★★★

A knock on the door startled Eve out of her thoughts, tonight was the night of her date with Jack, the spring formal.

Her mom stood excitedly beside her, camera in her clutches, as the door opened to reveal a smiling Jack. He wore a burgundy suit, it complimented her blush-coloured dress perfectly, his smile wide as he whispered a quiet “hi” and handed her a corsage that matched the flower pinned to the chest of his jacket.

His face was a bright red as well as hers, but the quiet moment was ruined by a loud, “No hello Trevor? I see how it is!” which snapped her right out of her thoughts and into reality where she saw Trevor looking at her with glaring eyes. Her mom watched equally as confused as her daughter as Trevor rambled on about being late, and the rest of the boys waiting in the car.

And that's when it clicked, Jack thought she asked him out as friends.

“Can my mom just take one photo,” she asked quietly, pointing to her mom who was silently waiting with a camera still in her hands and a warm smile on her face. “I won't take too much time,” her mother said quietly as she pushed the three of them together. Trevor found his way in between them and wrapped his arms over their shoulders to push them all closer together.

Eve heard the clicks of the camera followed by a “Perfect, have fun!” to which her mother shooed them out the door and towards Jack's beat-up car.

Trevor ran as fast as he could and hopped in the passenger seat, a loud “Z, Eve gets front seat, remember,” followed as Jack ran to the driver side of the car. Trevor hit the lock button on the door and stared at the girl through the window, a grin growing on his face as she looked to the back seat to see Alex giving her an apologetic look.

“She's wearing a dress dude, she needs the legroom,” Cole said looking at her dress and giving her a thumbs-up as Trevor let out a loud groan. “Fine!” She said a short “sorry” as he got out and held the door open for her as she got in the car. “I'm only playing with you Eve,” he shut her door and squeezed himself into the back seat.

Jack looked over at her with apologetic eyes before his eyes lingered back down to her dress, “you look pretty,” he said with a sweet smile. Her heart hammered in her chest as Jack's eyes found hers once again, "you look very handsome, I like the suit," she whispered, cheeks a bright red as Trevor started to blast Mr. Brightside over the radio.

She looked back at Alex and Trevor who danced around in the back seat, Cole taking a Snapchat video while laughing along.

This was going to be a long night.

And it was very long, but in the best way possible. A night full of laughter and dancing, shared smiles, and creating memories.

A slow song played over the speaker, which made all the couples make their way to the gym floor, the lights dim and the strobe lights bouncing off the walls and the decorations as people swayed along with the music. The group stood awkwardly, everyone other than Cole, who was off with some girl he had been talking to at the time, were staring at their feet waiting for the song to end.

Alex made eyes at Jack, catching his attention, looking from the boy to the girl who stared out at the couples on the dance floor. Jack's eyes went wide as he watched Alex motion for him to make a move, his heart starting to beat faster as he somehow convinced himself to walk over to her. "Wanna dance?" his hands awkwardly shoved themselves in his pants pockets as she wordlessly agreed with a slight nod.

He took her hand and led her to the edge of the dance floor, his hands resting on her hips as hers found his shoulders. It was tense and awkward, but it was so sweet, his laughter sounding through the entire gym as he continued to fuck up his steps, her smile bright under the dim lights.

It was perfect.

"You wanna know something funny?" she whispered as she looked him in the eyes, he nodded, his tongue darting out to wet his lips as he swayed her back and forth along with the music. "When I asked you to the dance, I meant it as a date, not just as friends," she watched his face fall as he stopped their movements. "Obviously you don't see me that way, which is fine, but I-" "You wanted this to be a date?" he cut her off, his face growing into a grin as her lips formed a straight line, "I'm so stupid," he mumbled as he ran a hand through his hair, a nervous habit of his.

Eve couldn't help but feel a mix of embarrassment and relief at his reaction. "No, Jack, you're not stupid. It's just... I thought you knew. The corsage, the suit, I mean, it all seemed pretty obvious." "No Eve I just ruined this, I wanted it to be a date so bad, but I thought you meant as friends so I took the boys 'cause I didn't think you saw me like that!"

"Take a deep breath J, It's okay, you can just make it up to me," her fingers played with the hair at the back of his neck to calm him down as they began to sway once again. "Yeah?" "Maybe dinner? Soon, hopefully?" "Yeah, dinner, maybe a movie?" she nodded sweetly.

Her eyes dipped down to his lips as the song came to an end, she leaned in but was stopped as he pulled slightly away, "I can't kiss you, not now, I want it to be perfect when I do, and romantic," he whispered as she shook her head at his stupid antics. She pressed a kiss to the high point of his cheek, on her tiptoes, hands on his shoulders to better balance herself, "You're such a dork, Jack," she whispered as he looked over to his friends all collectively giving him a thumbs up behind her back.

It was perfect.

★★★★

Summer was beautiful on her, her hair unruly with the most perfect curls, and her cheeks were dusted with freckles. He didn't know she could get prettier, but she continued to amaze him every time he saw her.

They sat in his car, her hand in his as they drove along the coast of the beach, her attention was on the sun that was beginning to set along the lake. The water is like glass, the reflection of the sky dancing on the gentle ripples of the water.

"You know what would be good," he lowered the volume of the music. She looked at him, mesmerized by the way the tan on his cheeks made his eyes an even deeper blue, "what?" she asked, her eyes bouncing around his face, admiring his side profile as his eyes landed back on the road. "Ice cream," he shrugged as she hummed in agreement, her hand squeezing his as he turned into the small student-run ice cream parlor next to the beach.

They stood in the short line, her hand still in his as he ordered their cones, him ignoring her as she offered to pay, and then finally, they found themselves situated on a picnic table. Watching the couples strolling along the sandy beach, dogs running around, and others soaking in the last few moments of sun before it was too late.

"That's an abomination to ice cream flavours," he said as she ate her mint chocolate chip ice cream right off the cone, her head leaned against his shoulder as she looked up at him with furrowed brows, "it's like toothpaste and chocolate flavoured, you're a freak for liking it!" She sat up straight and scoffed, "Says you, you're eating Vanilla!" "What's wrong with Vanilla!" "Face it, you're so boring baby," the nickname rolled off her tongue so naturally as she watched his lips pull into a grin.

One second they were staring at one another and the next his lips captured her in an all-consuming type of kiss. Sloppy, and a little rushed, but so perfect. She scooted closer to him with her free hand finding his bicep as she slightly moaned into his mouth as he nipped at her bottom lip.

The ice cream fell right out of her hand and onto the grass which pulled her away from their previous activities and had her staring at the melting scoop on the ground.

"Shit," she looked at Jack who was laughing at the unfortunate fate of her ice cream. "See, even your own body rejected it!" she shook her head at his stupidity, her hand finding the back of his neck, "shut up dork," she mumbled before kissing him once again, this time much slower and a little gentler as he smiled into her lips.

★★★★

Ellen sat in the driver's seat of the family van, Jack to her right as they drove to his morning practice. It was a little past eight in the morning, and for some reason, his chest felt funny, the pit of his stomach was tense, like he was expecting something bad to happen.

"Oh shit!" Luke said from the back of the car, pulling Jack's attention from his phone to the road. "Watch your language!" Ellen scolded as she looked in the rearview mirror to glare at her youngest.

Jack's eyes focused on the blue Volkswagon being loaded up onto a big tow truck, the passenger side of the car concave in, and his heart was in his stomach as he realized how familiar the car was. The crochet steering wheel cover made his ears begin to ring as he noticed the distinctive sticker on the bumper.

It was Eve's car.

His knee began to bounce as he dialed her number, the phone rang in his ear as tears blurred his vision as they passed by the car, his eyes not leaving the aftermath of the accident and following it long after they passed it.

The ringing stopped, no answer.

He called again

He couldn't breathe, his chest heaving slightly as his hand pulled at his hair as he continued to look at the car.

"God, I hope whoever it is, they're okay," Ellen looked in her rearview to look at the state of the car once again. "That's Eve's car," Jack mumbled as he was met with the dial tone once again, so he called for a third time. "What was that honey? You're being quiet this morning." "That was Eve's car," he said a little louder, which had Ellen gasping as she looked at her son who looked on the brink of tears.

Finally, Eve's phone picked up.

"Jack?" Eve's mother's voice came through the phone, sounding very calm, almost too calm in comparison to how Jack was feeling. "Is Eve okay, I just saw her car, I-" "She's okay, she was on the way to the school and someone ran a light, but she is okay, just getting some tests done, but nothing too bad"

A weight lifted off of his chest as the words left her mother's mouth, she could hear his shaky breaths over the phone, "If it will help your nerves you can come down to the hospital and come see for yourself that she is okay." Jack took a moment to compose himself, grateful for the offer. "Yeah, we'll head to the hospital, thank you" he looked to Ellen who nodded her head and switched into the lane en route to the hospital.

The car was tense as they drove to the hospital, the initial shock and worry began to subside, but the thoughts of 'what ifs' began to bounce around in the back of his mind. The image of Eve's damaged car lingered in his mind, a stark reminder of the fragility of life.

Ellen pulled into a parking spot and parked the car, her arm reaching out to stop her son before he got out in a panic. "J, you need to take a breath, she's okay, you can't go in there freaking out, she is gonna be a little shaken so you need to calm down," she squeezed his hand as he nodded along with his mom, wiping the dried tears from his cheek as she pressed a kiss to the side of his head, "We'll find her, and everything will be okay. Let's go."

As they entered the hospital, the atmosphere was sterile and busy. Jack's mind raced with worry, but he focused on the idea that Eve was alive and in good hands. He approached the reception desk, and Jack hesitantly asked, "I'm here for Yvette Liu," his voice was slightly shaky as the receptionist's face broke out into a soft smile "You must be Jack," the receptionist checked her computer and nodded, "her mom said you'd be here soon, she's in Room 123. You can head up there," she pointed to the hallway.

Jack's steps quickened as he followed the signs to the room. The anticipation built with each step, and when he reached the door, he took another deep breath before entering.

Inside, Eve was sitting on the hospital bed, looking a bit tired but otherwise unharmed. Her mother was in a chair beside her, engrossed in her phone. When Eve saw Jack, a smile brightened her face, and she held out her hand for him.

"Hey, J," Eve said, her voice soothing as she looked to Ellen behind him and waved, her mother saw the older woman and stood up to go and speak to Ellen and give the two a second to themselves. Eve patted the bed beside her, her hand grabbing his as he took his spot beside her, "I'm okay, just a minor concussion, but no broken bones!" she tiredly rejoiced as he leaned forward to brush her hair from her face. Jack nodded, swallowing hard to push back the emotions threatening to overwhelm him. "I was so scared, Eve. When I saw your car like that, fuck, I couldn't bear the thought of something happening to you." Eve gave him a warm, reassuring smile, "I know, J. But I'm here, and I'm okay, just a little shaken up," she raised his hand to her lips and pressed a kiss to his knuckles He couldn't help but let out a shaky laugh, relief aiding his nerves as he ran his thumb over the back of her hand, thanking the universe that she was okay.

"Thank you for being here J, for caring so much" He leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead, "Always, Eve," he almost held it back but a gentle "I love you," rolled off of his tongue which took her back a little, cheeks a pink shade as she smiled at his confession. "I love you too," she replied, her eyes sparkling with affection.

As they shared a quiet moment, Ellen and Eve's mother hovered, their conversation seemingly deep as they peered through the hospital room window at the intimate moment their children were sharing. Eve pulled back slightly, looking at Jack with a playful smirk. "Looks like our moms are conspiring over there. Probably planning our wedding already," she joked, which had Jack's face a bright shade of red as he looked up at the women who now pretended to look anywhere but at the young couple.

Jack chuckled, feeling a weight lifted off his shoulders. "Wouldn't put it past them," he squeezed her hand.

The room filled with a sense of love, as Eve ushered him to lay down on the bed next to her, her head leaning against Jack's shoulder, the two took comfort in each other's presence, grateful for the moment of calm after the storm.

★★★★

"It's here!" she said over the phone, her voice filled with excitement.

Her Rutgers letter was in her hands, and her phone pressed up against her ear as Jack's excited voice sounded on the other end.

"Do you need me to come over and open it with you?" "No! Cause if I don't get in I'll cry, and I don't want you to see me like that," she said in a joking tone, but she wasn't joking at all, if this letter started with a simple 'we are sorry to inform you' she was pretty sure she'd have a breakdown.

"You are so down on yourself pretty girl, you are gonna get in, cause you are the smartest person I know," his words were so genuine that it made her heart skip a beat, "you're gonna get that degree, and be the cutest elementary school teacher there has ever been." "God you're a flirt," she whispered as her thumb ran over her name and address. Jack chuckled on the other end of the line. "Well, if it works, then I'll keep doing it. But seriously, Eve, you've got this. You've worked so hard, and I believe in you."

She took a deep breath, feeling a mixture of excitement and anxiety. "Okay, I'm going to open it now. Wish me luck!" Eve carefully tore open the envelope, careful of the latter on the inside, her hands shaking slightly. Her eyes quickly scanned the contents, and a gasp escaped her lips, "holy shit J, I'm in, I got in!" Jack's cheers echoed through the phone. "I told you, I'm so proud of you, Eve!"

Once she calmed down she grinned, "You know what this means, we will both be in Jersey in a few months," she whispered, a lingering thought that had been in the back of her mind since the order of the draft had been determined a few days prior. Jack laughed on the other end, "That's only if I go first." "And if you don't you'll be second and in New York, so really either works for me," she teased as she listened to the melodic sound of his laughter on the other end.

"You really have everything planned out?" "Can't a girl dream? I just wanna think about being in school and pursuing a degree, and my hot superstar boyfriend being in the same city as me," she teased as she held her acceptance letter up against her chest as she leaned back on her bed. Jack chuckled, "Well, you're in luck because your superstar boyfriend is all for making your dreams come true. New York, New Jersey or wherever I end up, we'll figure it out."

The silence settled over them for a second, the realization that they were growing up, and growing together dawned on them as they let the news sink in.

"Okay enough about the future, right now I'm going over there to celebrate with you and we are gonna grab dinner or something," he said hopping off of his couch in search of his keys. "Okay, drive safe, love you!" "Love you too pretty girl, so proud of you," and with that he hung up, leaving her a blushing mess as she sat up and headed to the living room to share the news with her family.

★★★★

"Are you nervous?" she whispered, the two of them hidden away in the bathroom of their hotel suite, his tie in her hands as she helped him get in. "Yeah I am," he said slowly, his eyes flicking between her and the door, the cameras and the stress of today already starting to add pressure. Her eyes left the tie hung around his neck and looked up at him, her hands cupping his cheeks, "Where ever you end up you're gonna do amazing, and I'm so proud of you, whether you're first or last, you're everything me and you hope you know that," she stood up on her tip-toes and pressed a kiss to his lips.

Jack's tension seemed to ease a bit with Eve's words and the comforting touch of her hands on his cheeks, he looked into her eyes, grateful for her unwavering support. "I don't know what I did to deserve you, Eve."

Her lips curved into a small smile as he leaned into her touch. "I love you, you know that?" "I do," he replied, his eyes filled with affection. "And I love you too."

The draft was a blur, from sitting with Luke on the bus to watching Jack walk the red carpet, it was overwhelming, she didn't know how he was handling the stress and pressure of it all so well. Finally, they found their spots in the stands, his mother and brother sitting beside him, and her only a few chairs away.

The tension in the air was noticeable as they waited for the commissioner to walk up onto the stage. Eve's eyes never left Jack, observing the subtle changes in his expression as he talked to his family members and the occasional draftees and friends that came up to him in anticipation for their names to be called– the nervous twitches, the deep breaths, and the occasional glances toward where she sat, he was stressing.

With the opening speech concluding and New Jersey on the clock, the Hughes family grew tense as the organization made their way to the stage. She held her breath the entire minute of them organizing themselves before the general manager stepped forward and found himself in front of the mic. And then, finally, the moment arrived. Jack's name echoed through the arena, and the crowd erupted into cheers.

Luke and Eve hopped to their feet, hugging each other as they looked at the boy who made his way down the row of his family members, hugging and thanking all of them before he landed in front of her. She pressed a short kiss to his cheek as he pulled her in for a hug, "so proud superstar," she whispered, eyes filling with tears as he swayed her back and forth. "You know what this means," he pulled away to press another kiss to her temple, "we are both gonna be in Jersey, it's happening," he said as she nodded and sent him on his way to the stage, occasionally being stopped by friends and former teammates to congratulate him on his way up to the stage.

The cameras flashed, and the crowd's cheers intensified as he was presented with his new team's jersey, he was a devil now. She caught Jack's gaze from across the room, and in that moment, the world seemed to slow down. He pointed towards her, a wide grin on his face, before the first draft pick headed into the media room.

★★★★

Ellen squeezed the young girl’s hand as the announcer called out Jack’s name for his rookie lap.

The couple had both made their moves to Jersey, she resided about forty minutes away at university, and he lived with some veteran on the team as he waited to figure out his rooming situation. It had been smooth sailing for both of them thus far, she made it through orientation and frosh week, and he survived training camp, the two of them flourishing as they settled into their newfound independence.

“He looks so good out there,” Eve whispered as she watched him skate around the ice. “Imagine if he fell,” Luke laughed but was met with a glare from his father.

The Jack chants lasted a few more seconds before the light came back on for the rest of the players to be welcomed onto the ice for warmups.

“Did you meet any of his teammates?” Luke asked as he watched Jack talking with other players. Eve nodded, “Only briefly, Nico and Jesper were nice, PK took me and Jack out for dinner.” “That's sick!”

Eve looked at Ellen with a smile, nerves radiating off of her, "it’s a good group here," Eve commented, Ellen looked at her with soft eyes, "It feels like a big family." The woman nodded, thankful for the young girl’s words as she squeezed her hands and continued to watch the boys down on the ice.

After the game the entire Hughes family waited for Jack in the family lounge, the family buzzed with excitement to get their hands on the rookie, excited to celebrate his big moment. Jack was the first one out of the locker room, a grin on his face as he saw his mother and father chatting with a few other wives and parents who were also in attendance, then he saw a shy Eve a little away from the rest of the group her eyes staring at the floor. She looked up at her boyfriend, a grin on her face as he walked over to her and pulled her into his arms.

“You did amazing,” her arms wrapped around his shoulders as she squeezed him tightly, “sorry about the loss,” she mumbled as he pulled away, the smile still very apparent on his face. “It was only one game, and it was pretty close,” she was a little taken aback by this new found attitude, but she summed it up to the adrenaline of his first ever professional game, “It's a long season, and we'll bounce back. Besides, having you here makes everything better," Jack replied, giving her a quick peck on the forehead before he headed in the direction of his family.

As they left the arena, Jack slipped his hand into Eve's, a content smile on his face as it dawned on him that this was his life from now on, hockey, Eve, and Jersey, and if he was being honest there was no place he would rather be. Eve felt his grip tighten a little, and she looked up at him with a knowing smile.

★★★★

Eve sat on the arm of the couch next to her boyfriend, a grin on her face as she looked at the TV, the 2021 NHL draft was underway, virtually due to the pandemic, and the Hughes family and co. were huddled around the couch waiting to hear Luke’s name called.

Fourth was the dream.

If Luke went fourth overall it meant that he and Jack would be together in Jersey, a possible childhood dream come true.

Eve absentmindedly played with the bracelets on Jack's wrist, a habit she had developed over the years. Each bracelet held a story, a memory, and they had become a familiar and comforting presence to both of them.

As they waited for Luke's name to be announced, she glanced at Jack, finding a mix of nerves and excitement in his eyes.

“You excited?” she whispered as the Sabres called Owen Power’s name, the air tensing a little more. “Is it selfish of me to want him to go a fourth?” he asked, looking from the screen to his loving girlfriend who just shook her head with a smile. She pointed to the youngest of the Hughes brothers, his fingers tracing the Devil’s logo on the hats in front of him, “I think he wants it just as bad as you,” she whispered as she leaned toward him, pressing a kiss to his hairline as the Kraken announced their pick, being Matty Beniers.

With every passing pick the room grew a little quieter and a little more tense, by the time the third went and the ducks announced Mason Mctavish’s name the entire household was silent.

Devs on the clock.

Jack squeezed his girlfriend’s hand as the camera flashed to the Devils organization standing on a stage in front of their adoring fans, “Luke” and “Hughes II” signs lining the crowd as the general manager approached the mic.

And with that, Luke’s name was called, and the entire house erupted in screams, Jack being the first to his feet, vibrating with excitement as he pulled his brother in for a hug, Quinn’s smile never wider as Luke hugged everyone in his family before pulling one of Jack’s jerseys over his head and placed the Devils cap on his head.

Luke maneuvered his way around his family members to hug his, basically, sister-in-law. “I’m so proud Lu,” she squeezed him as he swayed them back and forth, “I can’t wait to see you and Jack on the ice together." Luke grinned, excitement in his eyes. "It feels like a dream,” he pulled away to watch her face break out into a smile, “having Jack there too, it's just amazing." “Well it’s not a dream, and we can’t wait to have you in Jersey,” she watched as his grin grew even wider before he pulled her back into his chest.

Eve watched as the Hughes family celebrated, their cheers and laughter filling the room. Jack, still buzzing with excitement, made his way back to Eve, pulling her into a tight hug, "I can't believe it," Jack exclaimed, his eyes shining with elation. Eve grinned into his chest as her arms wrapped around him, her heart swelling with happiness for both Jack and Luke.

As the draft celebration continued, Luke made his way back to Jack, a Devils jersey proudly displayed over his shoulders. The Hughes brothers shared a moment, exchanging words that went beyond the reach of the buzzing cameras and the cheers of the crowd.

★★★★

The smile had not left her face since her education degree was placed in her hands, from dinner to drinks, surrounded by family and friends celebrating the end of her education journey as she began to venture out into the adult world.

By the end of the day, her cheeks hurt from the seemingly never-ending smiles and her eyes were heavy with exhaustion. Jack’s chest had been full of pride and excitement the entirety of the day, loving the night of celebrating the girl he loved most.

As they finally found a quiet moment together in the solace of their shared apartment, Jack gently wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into a warm embrace. “I'm so proud of you," Jack whispered into her ear, his voice filled with genuine admiration as she pressed a kiss to his jaw.

The two of them migrated to their room, he helped her slip out of her dress, his hands resting on the soft skin of her hips as he pressed a kiss to her shoulder, then her neck, and then on her lips. She smiled into his lips as her hands wrapped around his neck, as he helped slip her bra off and slipped one of his oversized t-shirts over her head, pulling away for just a second to get the shirt over her head and then kissing her once again.

“I really wanna continue this,” she mumbled against his lips as her hand cupped his face, “but I'm so tired,” she whispered as he smiled into her skin, face dipping down to the rest of her shoulder as he nodded along with her. “Let’s go to bed then,” he whispered against her skin before stripping himself of his dress pants and shirt and slipping on a pair of sweats.

She crawled under the covers, her entire body sinking into the soft mattress as the stress and bustle of the day left her body. Her head found comfort on his chest, hands intertwining with his, resting against his abdomen. She smiled at the gentle rise and fall of his chest, she could hear the faint thrum of his heart, she let out soft breaths as she felt his thumb begin to draw little patterns on the exposed skin of the small of her back.

With a tender gaze, Jack looked down at the woman he loved, her eyes reflecting the fatigue of the day but also the undeniable joy that lingered. The soft lighting in the room accentuated the warmth of the moment, the lights outside the window peeked through the curtains and illuminated her face as Jack examined how perfect she looked in that moment.

“I’ve been thinking about the future a lot today, our future,” she whispered as her hand squeezed his, “and I can’t imagine a future or even life without you in mine,” she pressed a kiss to his chest. A warmth spread through Jack's chest as he absorbed her sentiments, “would it be crazy if I said that I want to marry you?” "Crazy? No" Jack replied, his voice filled with genuine happiness as he sat up a little to reach into his bedside table.

"I was gonna give this to you this summer at the Lakehouse,” he sat up a little more, her sitting up as well and facing him with tears in her eyes, “I went to your parent’s house a few weeks ago and asked for permission to, cause I wanted to do it right.” “Yes I’ll marry you,” she wiped away her tears as he laughed at her quick response. “You didn’t even let me ask you,” he whispered as he opened the tiny velvet box in his hands.

She gasped at the sight of the delicate gold ring in the box, an amber gemstone adorned the band, her hand flew up to her mouth, the silence her gasps and tears as she looked back up at Jack. “Will you marry me?” She didn’t respond this time, rather she reached out to gently cup his face to capture his lips with hers.

“You didn’t answer me this time,” he mumbled against her lips as she laughed at how all over the place she was. “Of course I’ll marry you J,” She pulled away to see him just as tear-eyed as her, and with a smile that reflected the promise of a shared future, Jack took the ring and delicately slid it onto her finger.

The room, now filled with the glow of their shared happiness as they whispered short words about how much they loved one another before falling asleep in one another’s arms.

★★★★

Jack stood in the classroom doorway, a shy smile on his face as he watched her in her element, children surrounded her on the rainbow carpet as she read aloud to the thirty-something students who all listened attentively.

“Can I help you,” her educational assistant stood in front of the dopey-smiled man who held a lunch bag in his grasp. “Yes sorry, I’m her fiance, she left her lunch at home,” he said with a nervous grin as the woman nodded and let him in.

Their eyes met across the room as she gave him a soft smile but turned back to the pages of the book, pride filled his chest as he watched her from afar, talking so gently to all the little ears listening to her every word.

It was great to see her living out her dream

“You must be Jack, a hockey player right?” he nodded, “she talks about you all the time, it’s very cute,” she grinned as Jack’s face broke out into a deep shade of red. “She should only be a few more minutes, they have outdoor recess in about five minutes,” the woman added before continuing with sorting through the kid’s work from the day. He nodded thankfully as Eve wrapped up her book and instructed the kids to go out in the hall to get their jackets on in time for the bell.

Eve re-entered the class alone this time, a smile on her face as she looked to Jack who was leaning up against her desk, “You forgot your lunch, and I took a maintenance day so I thought I’d stop by and see your class” he smiled and placed the bag in her hands as she stood up on her tiptoes and pressed a kiss to his lips. “Thank you,” his hands fell to her hips as he smiled at her cute little outfit, a band t-shirt from the first concert they went to together, tucked into the waistband of her midi skirt that hugged her curves in the prettiest ways.

“I met your co-worker, and she was telling me about how much you talk about me,” he teased, watching as her cheeks reddened just slightly as she shrugged. Her hands moved up to fix the messy unkept curls on his head that she had been begging him to cut, “that’s just Emma, she likes to gossip,” she smiled widely as he nodded. “Still, you like to talk about me,” he squeezed her hips as she pulled away to sit at her desk and start eating her lunch.

Jack grew distracted as he looked around the room, the toys, the little shoes, all the colours, his mind wandered to her with the kids, she seemed to glow with passion as she read to the little ones on the couch.

“What are you thinking about?” she poked his thigh as she began to unwrap her sandwich, offering him half. He took it and looked back at her, “just about you, and kids,” he confessed as she looked at him with wide eyes. “Like me teaching, or me with a baby?” “Both I guess, you just look so in your element when you are with kids, it’s cute,” he shrugged as he bit into the corner of the sandwich.

Eve stared at him wide-eyed, “Do you, do you want kids now?” she whispered, almost as if it was a secret just between them as if they weren’t the only people in the room. “Not now per se, you just started working and we’re busy, but I wouldn’t hate to have kids at a younger age,” she nodded as he looked at her with hopeful eyes, “only if you want to though, I’ll have kids whenever you want kids.” “I wasn’t aware you wanted kids,” she smiled, “not that that is a bad thing, I love kids, and I want to have so many babies with you. Just maybe in a few years,” she said which gained a nod from him.

Jack leaned over and pressed a kiss to her lips, “whenever you’re ready I’m ready,” he grinned as she pulled away a little breathless from the surprise of his lips on hers, “okay now what other snacks did you pack with you?” he asked as he began to dig through her lunch bag. A gasp left her lips as she watched him steal the bag of pretzels, “You’re such a mooch!” “But you love me,” he said in a sing-song voice as she laughed at how cheesy he was.

★★★★

She stared at the pregnancy test on the counter, face down as she leaned against the counter, fingers massaging her temples. This couldn’t be happening right now.

With the playoffs just on the cusp of starting and the stress of getting Luke moved in and settled she completely lost track of herself, and now she was staring at a face-down pregnancy test on her counter.

She had just gotten her life together. The couple had decided on a longer engagement because of their lack of time to plan, she only had a steady teaching job for a little under a year, too much was going on in their lives, and she was not ready for this type of responsibility

A minute remained on the timer, and her heart had never been beating so hard in her entire life as she watched the seconds pass by.

She listened as the boys entered the apartment, Jack yelled out a loud “Honey we’re home,” which immediately added pressure onto the pile of stress that was building in her chest.

“Oh god,” she whispered as she flipped over the test to reveal a second line, one of her hands covering her mouth to silence the quiet cries leaving her lips as she felt the stinging of tears staring. She blinked them away, her mind going a million miles an hour as she tried to calm herself down, comforting thoughts of Jack and his excitement to have kids flashed through her mind as she stared at the stick.

A quiet knock startled her out of her thoughts, “you okay in there?” “I don’t really know,” she said weakly. “What can I do to help you?” he asked softly from the other end.

She opened the door to reveal her shocked state, the pregnancy test in her hands as she looked to Jack who just looked at it with wide eyes, “You’re pregnant?” She nodded and walked into his arms, his chest quieting her cries as he just held her, “I'm so scared,” she whispered as he pressed a kiss to her temple. “What are you scared of?” She dried her tears and opened her mouth to answer, instead becoming choked up by the tears in the back of her throat. Let's sit down and just talk about it,” he said, pulling away to go and shut their bedroom door so Luke couldn't hear the topic of conversation.

They sat on the edge of the bed, she pressed the test into the palm of his hand, Jack couldn’t help but smile softly at the thought of having a little Eve running around.

“I don’t know, I feel scared. This is a huge responsibility, and our lives are already so hectic, and I just finally got my shit together–” “Hey," Jack interrupted gently, "we got this, okay? We're a team. And no matter what, we're in this together,” she took a deep breath and nodded, “that being said we can go see your doctor and figure out our options if this isn’t something you wanna do yet,” he felt her nod, his hands ran through her curls, gently massaging her shoulder as he pressed a kiss to the side of her face.

They were in the doctor’s office at the next available date, Jack sat in the uncomfortable plastic chair of the doctor’s office as the women squeezed a generous amount of gel on Eve’s bare stomach. The young girl’s hand held his as they watched the tiny image appear on the screen. The doctor spoke very calmly as she informed them of all the things taking place during the early stages of pregnancy.

“Would you like to hear the heartbeat? If you’re comfortable of course,” the woman asked as she looked at the young couple, Jack looked to his fiance for the answer to which she softly nodded her head. The heartbeat was fast, it had Jack grinning as he looked up to see the tears in Eve’s eyes, a little smile adorning her face as she watched the screen with soft intensity.

The doctors stepped out for a second to give the couple some space, “we are gonna be parents,” Eve whispered, her eyes still on the screen. “Yeah?” “Yeah, you're gonna be a dad,” she whispered, her tone a little more sure as she finally looked Jack in the eyes, the two of them in tears as he squeezed her hands, he stood up and leaned over the bed to press a kiss to her hairline. “You're gonna be the best mom ever Eve, you are amazing,” he whispered as she wiped away his tears and looked back at the screen.

They got home that night and spent the entirety of the rest of their day talking about the future, sharing their fears, hopes, and what all of this meant for the years to come. Jack reassured her, promising to be there every step of the way. As they talked, the initial shock transformed into a soft understanding of what their life together was growing into, to embrace the unexpected with open hearts. The fear didn't disappear completely, but it was replaced with a growing sense of excitement and eagerness to face whatever lay ahead.

★★★★

The summer came slowly, the devils exited the playoffs in the second round after a good run, and everyone headed back to their hometowns for the off-season.

Luke flew back to Michigan for the summer, Quinn was off doing his own thing for a few weeks, and Jack and Eve stayed in Jersey for her to finish out the school year all while getting an early start on getting the apartment ready for the baby being welcomed into the family around the new year.

Come to the end of June the entire Hughes family now found themselves back at the Lakehouse, summer was in the air once again, and everyone was ready for the next two weeks of relaxing before summer training started up once again.

Eve had it all planned out, hiding the baby was starting to get hard as she began to show and the boys continued to point out her lack of drinking over her first week off. She made dinner for the Hughes family, Jim and Ellen drove up for the first weekend, all of their babies were in the same household for the first time in nearly a year, and everyone was ready for a weekend of good quality family time.

Eve had a stack of sonograms packed away in her suitcase, each in a little envelope for each member of the Hughes family.

Ellen rounded up all of the boys into the dining room and helped serve each of them, all of them were starved after a day of golfing at the country club just across the lake, so they had no issues finding their way to the table and digging in as soon as their plates were placed in front of them. Conversations flowed as they talked about their summers so far, they attempted to talk hockey, but Ellen shut that down, pulling the no hockey at the dinner table rule that she had when they were still living under her roof.

Jack held Eve’s hand over the table, the two of them a little nervous but so excited to share the news of baby Hughes.

“You’re quiet today,” Quinn looked to his sister-in-law as she just shrugged and continued to sip off her water. “We actually have something to give you all,” Jack picked the envelopes from the ground beside his chair and handed them out to his family members.

The second the envelope landed in his mother’s hands she knew exactly what was inside, “you’re kidding,” she ripped the paper envelope and revealed little scans from their ten-week appointment, “oh my god, is this real?” Eve nodded which elicited a chorus of surprised and excited exclamations from the Hughes family.

Quinn stared at the sonogram for a moment, his eyes widening in realization. "Wait, seriously?" he asked, looking between Jack and Eve. Jack beamed with pride, nodding. "Yeah, Quinn. We're having a baby” Quinn's expression shifted from shock to a wide grin, “holy shit that's incredible!" he exclaimed, reaching over to give Eve a gentle hug, "congratulations!"

Each family member opened their envelope and saw the sonogram, each reaction a mix of surprise, happiness, and love. Ellen wiped away a few tears as she hugged Eve tightly.

Jim Hughes, typically a man of few words, looked at the sonogram, then at Jack and Eve, and just nodded which for some reason felt a bit like a stab, but the couple just shook off his lack of reaction.

Luke, who had been the last to open his envelope, stared at the sonogram in his hands with wide eyes before breaking and looking up at his brother, and the woman who had become his older sister, “you guys, I’m almost in tears,” he got up from his spot at the table to hug his brother and sister-in-law, “I'm going to be an uncle!" he declared, hugging his brother and sister-in-law.

Later that night Jim walked outside to see Eve curled up with a book in her hand, snuggled under a blanket on one of the patio couches, her mind not focused on the book but rather the way the sunset looked on the lake. He took a seat beside her startling her from her peace, she jumped a little and looked at the man who gave her an apologetic look.

They stared at each other for a second, it was always a little tense between them, not for any particular reason, just simply because they were both rather reserved individuals. “I’ve always thought of you as a daughter, I hope you know that,” he said lowly, she was a little taken aback by the vulnerability, “I know I don’t show it, but you mean a lot to my son and family, and I’m really glad that you and Jack found each other.” Eve smiled, eyes lined with tears as she nodded along with his words, “You guys are gonna make really good parents.” “Thank you Jim, and thank you for raising such an amazing son,” she whispered as he motioned for her to come over and hug him.

They stood there for a second, awkwardly embraced, Jack and Ellen stood inside on the other end of the kitchen window with wide eyes.

“I think he felt bad he didn’t say anything at dinner,” she whispered as Jack’s attention remained on his fiance and father who sat back down and continued their conversation, “he cares about you two, and he is really proud, he just doesn’t know how to express it,” and with that Ellen pressed a kiss to her son’s cheek and headed in the direction of the living room.

Jack stayed there watching, eyes welled with tears as he witnessed the quiet, heartfelt moment between Eve and his father.

★★★★

Eve laid in bed, her face broken out in a smile as she felt her baby girl kick, “Jack,” she whispered, waking him up from his nap, his hand in her grasp as she pressed his palm to her stomach. “Did you feel that,” she whispered as Jack’s eyes fluttered open. "Yeah, I felt it," Jack mumbled, a mix of awe and sleepiness in his voice. He rubbed his eyes and focused on the gentle movements beneath his hand.

Their baby girl seemed to have a mind of her own, making her presence known in the quiet moments. Jack smiled, a deep sense of connection settling in as he felt the kicks beneath his palm.

"She's active today, huh?" he said, his voice filled with tenderness. Eve nodded, her eyes fixed on Jack's face as he experienced the magic of the moment. "She's going to be a little hockey player, just like her dad." “She can be whatever she wants, as long as she's happy and healthy,” he whispered and propped himself on his elbow to gently place a kiss on Eve's bump.

Eve watched him with adoration; the anticipation for their daughter's arrival filled her chest as Jack's hand remained on Eve's stomach.

“Can I ask you a question?” he looked up from her belly to her eyes, looking at him with so much love as she nodded, “is it bad that i'm a little scared to be a dad?” Eves smiled softened as her hand traveled down to caress his cheek, “it's not bad at all, I'm so nervous about all of it, but we are a team, and we're gonna figure it out together,” she answered honestly, her hand moving from his cheek to running through his messy bed head. Jack's gaze met hers, and he took a deep breath. "I just want to be the best dad for her, you know? I want to make sure I’m the best for her." Eve nodded, her thumb back to tracing comforting circles on his cheek, "and you will, Jack. You already love her so much, and that's the most important thing.”

Jack nodded at her words, chest feeling a little lighter from the vulnerability, his hand moving from her bump to hold hers, pressing light kisses to her knuckles, “I’m the luckiest guy ever, you’re perfect,” he whispered as he leaned over to kiss her on the lips. They lingered in the quiet afterglow of their shared vulnerability, surrounded by the anticipation of their growing family.

★★★★

“She’s so little,” Jack whispered as the nurse placed baby Mei in his arms for some skin-on-skin contact, his voice full of emotion as he stared at his daughter who looks like a spotting image of her mother.

Eve watched her fiance through tired eyes, “she's perfect,” she smiled as Jack looked up at her on the verge of tears. “You did this,” he whispered, amazed, filling his tone as he looked baby down at the cooing baby in his arms, marveling at the tiny fingers and the soft, peaceful expression on her face. The weight of responsibility and the beauty of the moment seemed to collide for him, and he felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude.

“You should try and get some rest.” Eve shook her head and continued to watch Jack and Mei’s first real interactions, “how am i meant to sleep when you have your shirt off like a slut and you're holding our baby,” she teased which made him smirk at her forwardness. “You think I look hot like this?”Jack chuckled, as he heard a hum of agreement. Eve grinned, feeling a surge of warmth at the playful banter despite the tiredness, "you're certainly rocking the dad look right now.” Jack rolled his eyes in mock offense. "You love it." "I do," Eve admitted with a soft laugh. "I love everything about this," she motioned to his current state.

Eve fell asleep soon after, the stress of the night and exhaustion taking over caused her to drift off just after Mei’s first feeding.

Jack sat quietly in the corner of the room, Mei in the bassinet provided by the hospital, his hand bed gently stroking his daughter's cheek as she quietly cooed at the feeling of her father’s touch. “You look just like your mama,” he whispered, her face following the sound of his voice, as if she recognized him which made his heart leap in his chest. “My baby Mei, there is not a thing in the world i wouldn't do to protect you, or give you,” he picked her up and gently placed her back on his chest.

Jack's voice softened as he continued to speak to his newborn daughter, "I never thought I could feel so much love for someone I just met," Jack whispered, his gaze fixed on Mei's delicate features. "Your mom and I, we're going to give you the best life."

As Mei nestled against Jack's chest, he marvelled at the tiny human, a creation of his and Eve’s love. The weight of responsibility blended seamlessly with the joy of fatherhood, filling his whole being as he continued to watch his baby.

In the dimly lit hospital room, a new family was born – a family bound by love and the shared journey of raising their beloved daughter

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doc-pickles · 4 months

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sent to save me | sidney crosby (ch. 1)

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summary: sid meets nikita’s best friend and runs into a ghost from the past

warnings: none! :)

author’s note: hello! sooooooooo I have probably a million other things to do/write but this came to me and I knew I needed to write it. this is going to be a series and will probably be a lot angstier than my vegas series. I have some ideas for what’s going to happen and I can’t wait to share them with y’all!! anyways I hope yall enjoy this!

xoxo

nina

(ps - title is from ‘always been you’ by shawn mendes)

It starts off innocently enough. He’s at Geno’s for dinner like he does once a week. Nikita is babbling away next to him about everything he’s learning in first grade.

“And Mrs. Riley is super nice and I get to sit next to Vivie who always shares her fruit snacks,” Nikita says all of this at a speed that Sid can barely comprehend but he simply nods at his godson.

“Always with Vivie,” Anna coos as she ruffles Nikita’s hair, her other hand coming to rest against her swollen belly. “Attached at the leg you two.”

Sid chuckles and gently corrects Anya which has her rolling her eyes as she squeezes his arm. Being with his best friend and his family made going home to an empty house hard, but Sid knew he wouldn’t trade his weekly dinners at the Malkin house for anything.

“Vivie is my best friend in the whole world,” Niki rambles on as he runs out of the room. He comes back with a picture frame and shows it proudly to Sid. “This is us at science camp over the summer.”

Sid’s brows furrow as soon as he looks at the photo. The little girl with her arm wrapped around Nikita is a bit shorter than him, dirty blonde hair pulled back into braids. Her big brown eyes are staring up at the camera, upturned nose and gap toothed grin framed with freckles and a set of dimples. Sid stares at the photo for probably a bit too long, the little girl looking somehow familiar even though he knows he’s never met her.

“Nice picture Niki,” Sid smiles when he finally tears his eyes away from the frame. Anya is watching him carefully but doesn’t say anything as Nikita begins talking about how much he loves math.

The rest of the night is uneventful, Geno’s steak and potatoes going over well with everyone at the table. If he and Anya notice that Sid is quieter than usual they don’t say anything to him. It’s not until he’s playing outside with Nikita after dinner that Sid catches his friends whispering to each other as they wash dishes.

When he gets home later Sidney doesn’t even take his shoes off before he’s walking down the hallway to his study. The photo album is tucked into the farthest bookshelf, the dark leather binding helping it to blend in. But he knows exactly where it is, exactly what it feels like in his hands. He pulls it off the shelf and holds it for a moment before opening it to the first page.

‘To Sidney, the love of my life. Happy anniversary babe!

xoxo A’

The handwriting is loopy and decidedly womanly. He traces his fingers over the words reverently before flipping the page. Sid’s breath hitches as his eyes lock on the photo there. Blonde hair, shining green eyes, and a dimpled smile so wide he still sees it every once in a while when he closes his eyes.

There’s a part of him that wants so badly to flip through every page, to take in the smiling woman on the pages and the version of himself that seems to have faded without her. Instead he closes the photo book, shelving it again before he goes out to the living room and pours himself a glass of scotch.

“Why the hell am I still here if you can’t make me a priority Sidney?”

“I’m trying! Don’t you see that? But I also have a team to think about, a whole fucking franchise riding on my shoulders! Don’t they matter too?”

The night and all of his regrets replayed in Sid’s head often. Annie’s tear soaked face, the words they both carelessly yelled at each other. His front door slamming, her things gone from his house by the time he came back from his next road trip.

He’d wanted Annie and hockey, wanted her to see that he was trying to make them both a priority but it hadn’t been enough for her. He hadn’t been enough for her.

And in the end none of it had mattered because three weeks after their argument Sid had shattered his knee in what would be his last game as a Penguin.

Yeah he missed hockey, but he missed Annie Wright more than anything else.

A week later Anna’s water breaks in the middle of the night. Sidney drives over and crashes on Geno’s couch as they head to the hospital together. When he wakes up Nikita is poking his cheek with a frown.

“Hey bud,” Sid yawns as he wipes a hand over his face. “Your mom and dad went to the hospital, looks like you’re gonna be a big brother soon.”

Nikita seems wholly unimpressed as he looks at his godfather, “Can we get McDonald’s breakfast before school?”

And because he’s a sucker for Niki, Sid agrees.

By the time they’re pulling up to Nikita’s school Sid is more awake, parking and following Niki up the path to his classroom.

“I’ll pick you up later too bud,” Sid tells him as he ruffles his hair. “Then maybe we can go see your little sister.”

“Nikita!”

Both Sidney and Nikita whip around at the excited voice, watching as a little girl runs up to them. Sid immediately clocks her as Vivie from the picture Nikita showed him. She’s sporting white overalls and a pink sweater, her blonde curls bouncing around in the pigtails fastened high on her head.

Vivie hugs Niki tightly then blinks up at Sid and he swears the air just got much thinner because he can’t pull in a full breath, not when he feels like he’s looking in a god damn mirror. Vivie has the same big hazel eyes as him, the same jutting chin and furrowed brows. But her smile and those dimples… Those remind Sidney of someone else.

“Vivie! You left your lunchbox in the car,” the voice that haunts his dreams is suddenly right behind Sid and before he can think better of it he turns around.

Annie looks much the same as she did eight years ago, her heart shaped face and wide green eyes exactly how he remembered them. Her blonde hair is shorter, resting just above her shoulders now. There’s something else Sid can’t quite put his finger on but he thinks that Annie doesn’t hold that same infectious joy she used to.

“Oh my god,” Annie breathes the words out slowly as she makes eye contact with Sidney. “I- Oh my god…”

“Miss Annie, this is my Uncle Sid,” Nikita explains excitedly. “My mommy is having a baby so Uncle Sid got me McDonald’s and took me to school!”

Annie schools her features as she tears her gaze away from Sid and pastes on a smile for Nikita, “That’s so exciting! I’m sure you’re excited to be a big brother.”

The school bell rings then and Vivie and Nikita waste no time hastily saying goodbye before running off hand in hand. When they’re out of sight Sidney turns to Annie who’s white as a sheet as she stares at her shoes.

“Annie,” the word is low and laced with hurt as Sid focuses on the woman he used to love. “Annie please tell me you didn’t… That she’s not…”

Sidney can’t bring himself to say the words out loud, even though he’s almost positive they’re true. Vivie’s face is ingrained in his mind now, showing up every time he blinks. His eyes, Annie’s smile… He stares at Annie and begs her to tell him anything but what he knows is true.

Please don’t tell me you had our daughter and kept it from me. Please don’t tell me I’ve missed seven years of her life. Please don’t tell me that perfect little girl has been so close and so far. Please. Please. Please.

“Sidney, I am so sorry.”

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hardboiledleggs · 1 year

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Sneeze Hairybuns the Bard

Quick Steddie oneshot based on this post by @sharpbutsoft - Fair warning this probably won't be accurate to the D&D version they play in the show because I have the most experience with 5e and can't be bothered to look up the other editions for a tiny little ficlet like this lol. Also the poem Steve reads is "To Live Of Love" by St. Therese of Lisieux. Let me know if you'd like to be added to my permanent Steddie fic tag list :)

"D&D is Eddie's love language, Steve. You can't just Farrah Fawcett your way into his heart like you're used to doing."

Steve frowns at Dustin, causing his eyebrows to pull together.

"First off, the Fawcett Method is tried and true, don't you dare knock it. Secondly, I have literally never touched that game, how am I supposed to woo him with something I suck at?" His fingers are twisting furiously in his hair as he paces around his friend.

"Then we'll pick something you won't suck at," Dustin crows, wiggling his eyebrows. "You, Steve Harrington, will play a bard!"

"You know I don't know what that is," Steve grumbles in a flat tone. He wants to kick himself for ever having started this conversation in the first place, but even if this is a total dead-end, at least Dustin will stop trying to get him to confess his undying love for Robin.

Dustin is already rummaging through his unbelievably cluttered desk and emerges with several sheets of paper and a pencil that he has absolutely chewed the eraser off of.

"Dude, I am not fucking using your snack pencil! What the fuck did you do to that thing?"

The younger boy rolls his eyes and finds a different pencil, thankfully unchewed, and Steve grabs everything and sits on the floor with a huff.

"Fine, tell me what to do. You better not make me look stupid, Henderson. I still have that baseball bat in my car."

Steve jumps to his feet when he hears a car door slam outside. He has spent the last hour sitting on his couch and picking a nervous hole through one of the couch cushions. He makes a mental note to flip that cushion over before his parents come home next and opens his front door, bowing extravagantly to Eddie and the rest of the Party.

"Alright nerds, let's get this shit started!" Eddie squawks as he bounces through the door and shoves past Steve. "Remember kiddos, piss now because you lose two hit points every time you take a bathroom break!"

The kids file in behind him with El and Max bringing up the rear. Steve grins at the two of them.

"Don't you worry, ladies, I made snacks."

"They better not be pretzels again," Max sniffs as she drags El into the kitchen, El waving at Steve as they pass. He shuts the door and takes a deep breath, shuffling his feet on the tiled floor before following the boys into the living room where he had set up a passable D&D table.

Steve picks his way between the chairs and sweaty teenage boys to take a seat on Eddie's right, directly across from Dustin. He peers at Eddie from under his eyelashes as the Dungeon Master shuffles through his papers and jots down a few last-minute notes. Steve tries (and fails) to ignore the way Eddie's shirt is riding up and exposing his hipbones. Dustin coughs, but it sounds suspiciously like the word "Slut!" and Steve glares at him before letting his gaze fall to the character sheet he and Dustin had worked on last week.

"Alright, are we all ready?" Eddie asks as everyone files in and takes their seats. A general murmur of assent filters through the room, and Steve fights down the nausea that has suddenly crawled into his throat.

"Weary travelers! We have a new face amongst our number," Eddie begins with vigor. "Steve here will be playing..." He nudges Steve with an elbow and he jumps.

"Oh, uh, I am an elven bard named Sneeze Hairybuns." Steve fights the urge to glare at Dustin, who is giggling with Lucas across the table. "I was orphaned when I was ten and lived off the streets with just a guitar to try to make money."

"Excellent!" Eddie says, ignoring Dustin. "Let us begin."

Eddie begins to paint a picture with just his words. Steve finds himself utterly entranced with him: the way his eyes sparkle, the curve of his mouth around the word "dragon," and how sinful his hands looked as he drummed his fingers restlessly on the table and fidgeted with his dice. He's pretty sure his mouth is gaping like a damn fish when Eddie turns to him, and he snaps it shut quickly.

"Sneeze, what do you want to do? You can talk to anyone in the tavern, investigate anything you think is suspicious, or anything else you can think of."

Steve makes eye contact with Dustin, who nods, and turns back to Eddie. "I go up to the bartender to talk to him."

"Hello, young traveler. Can I offer you a strong glass of mead? We just did our monthly washing of the glasses so it should taste better than usual," Eddie barks in a gruff voice very different from his own. Steve tamps down on his anxious butterflies and leans casually against the table as if it was a bartop.

"Hiya, handsome. I think I can think of someone that sounds a little better than mead. Care to give me a taste?" Steve purrs in a sultry tone, puncturing his words with a rather gratuitous wink.

There is a chorus of whoops and "GROSS, Steve!" from around the table, but Steve keeps his eyes on Eddie. His face is rapidly changing colors, going from a pale pink to a deep almost-burgundy in less than five seconds as he chokes on the Coke he'd been in the middle of sipping from. Dustin stands up to give him a few thwacks on his back, shooting Steve a wink as he does so and mouthing "Exactly like that!" behind Eddie's back.

Eddie sucks in a deep breath with his eyes resolutely fixed on the table in front of him. His voice sounds much more like the usual Eddie as he replies, "Flattery will get you nowhere with me, traveler. What brings you and your companions to my tavern?"

"We're looking for information on the dragon that is terrorizing your village," Mike interrupts, scooting his minifigure toward the bar on Eddie's map. Eddie turns to him in relief and regales their group with tales of a monstrous beast that has been killing their livestock and kidnapping their children, and Steve shoots an anxious glance at Dustin. The younger boy shoots him a subtle thumbs up and turns back to Eddie.

Much of the game continues in this fashion. After the third or fourth time Steve opens the Party's dialogue with an NPC with a disgustingly-cheesy line about getting lost in their eyes or attempting to roll to seduce them, Erica throws her hands up and cries, "My gods, Sneeze, you can't flirt your way through a dragon fight!"

Dustin cackled, earning himself a smack on the back of the head from Max, who was observing while she devoured the bowl of popcorn she and El were passing back and forth.

"Says you, Sinclair. Our Dungeon Master hasn't stopped me yet. Speaking of, I believe I still have an action this turn?" Steve turns to Eddie, whose face has remained bright red throughout most of the campaign. Eddie nods once without looking at him.

"In that case, I would like to perform a poem I wrote for the Light Fairy." He clears his throat.

"To live of love, it is to know no fear. No memory of past faults can I recall. No imprint of my sins remaineth here. The fire of love divine effaces all. O sacred flames! O furnace of delight! I sing my safe sweet happiness to prove, in these mild fires I dwell by day, by night. I live of love!"

Steve, of course, hadn't actually written any poetry for this, but he'd read this poem in an English textbook his senior year and had liked it enough to tear it out and keep it. Mike wolf-whistles, and Dustin shoots another conspicuous wink toward Steve, but Steve hardly notices. Their Dungeon Master looks like his head might just spontaneously combust.

"Bathroom break!" Eddie's voice cracks through an entire octave as he shoots out of his seat and shuffles toward the stairs. His footsteps thump above their heads as he takes the steps three at a time.

"Maybe I'd better..." Steve trails off as he hops up and follows him. "Don't break anything or pee on the walls while I'm gone, please."

Ignoring the scuffle that immediately breaks out behind him, Steve jogs up the stairs and stops in front of the closed bathroom door. He can hear the water running inside, but not much else. Steeling himself, he knocks once and murmurs, "Hey, Eds? You alright?"

A hasty shuffling sound escapes under the door before it opens slightly, revealing a very pink-faced and ruffled Eddie Munson. Steve, mentally cursing whatever gods allowed him to think Dustin's plan wouldn't be a complete disaster, rubs the back of his neck awkwardly.

"Why are you doing this to me? Did Little Sinclair put you up to this? Because whatever she told you, it isn't true, and honestly this is just the tiniest bit cruel because I don't ev-hhrmmMPH!"

Whatever Eddie was planning on saying is lost as Steve grabs him by the hips and shoves him backward against the ugly yellow sink before pressing their mouths together. Eddie's hands flutter uselessly against Steve's chest before finally winding their way into his ridiculous, puffy hair with a broken moan that Steve swallows greedily into his own mouth. Steve presses him further back into the counter, needing to be closer, needing to feel Eddie, and peppers his lips and his throat with kisses and bites and little licks that are driving both of them insane.

Steve gathers a handful of Eddie's curly hair and yanks his head back, giving him uninterrupted access to Eddie's throat and collarbones, which he wastes no time in completely covering with purpling lovebites. Eddie is grinding against him, hands still in Steve's hair, making the most obscene noises Steve has ever heard in his life. Neither can slow down long enough to catch their breath, and their needy pants and gasps of air are filling the room with heat.

It's only when Eddie registers the sound of footsteps on the stairs that the two men break apart in a panic. Eddie is trying desperately to arrange his curls to cover his neck and Steve is still adjusting the collar of his shirt when Will rounds the corner. He looks at them for one beat, two beats, then turns on his heel and walks back down the stairs, shouting to the rest of the group that it'll just be another second.

Breathing hard, they just stare at each other for a few seconds. Eddie is, for once, completely speechless, and Steve is just too dumbfounded that Henderson's stupid plan had worked to form a coherent thought. Eddie is the one to break the silence.

"Right-o. Cool. I'll just head back to the game, shall I?"

Steve stares after him completely dumbfounded. He gives himself another few seconds to will his traitorous body into submission before following. It takes about 10 seconds after he sits down for Dustin to make eye contact with him, and Steve tries his best to keep his face neutral, but-

"I KNEW IT! You owe me BIG, Harrington!"

"I knew it, too, you dweeb! I told Eddie like, two entire months ago to make his move. You're not special, Dustybuns," Erica snorts.

Steve sighs and puts his head in his hands, but he still locks his ankle around Eddie's under the table as he tries halfheartedly to fight the secret, pleased smile that's making its way to his face. He can't see it, but Eddie wears the exact same smile.

Tag list - @aghostcup @ask-canon-and-fanon-personified @brassreign (you said you wanted to see anything of mine that was Steddie so no take-backs)

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the-way-of-words · 9 months

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Speaking of derby, now you HAVE to write Noah hooking up with a derby girl. Like, all those bumps and bruises...

You're ✨️welcome✨️

@signs-of-ill-portent I know this is you! You're the only one who I talked to about roller derby lol. This also fits into your 30 days of Bad Omens prompt for violet

A little background, I've played roller derby for the past 7 years and played a little game this past weekend. Love the sport and the people who play it with all my heart.

Pairing: Noah x ofc

Content warnings: one (two?) night stands, sex with a stranger, oral sex, P in V sex

Contains sexual situations with a fictionalized version of a real person. Rpf not your thing? Keep scrolling or hit the back button.

I am open for requests, and have anons on, so don't be shy to drop me a boy and an idea ❤️

My masterlist is here.

Noah doesn't think he's ever seen anything like it. The bodies slamming into each other, the screaming of the crowd -- all things he’s seen and heard before, yet it’s so different. He doesn’t know how they do it, move and juke on those things, and make it look so graceful. She’s beautiful as she moves on the track, using her strength and voice to guide the ones she’s with and hold the other player back. The stripe on her helmet makes her easy to spot if he had a hard time finding her. But the reality of it is, Noah’s eyes have been glued to her the entire time they’ve been here.

He doesn’t know what happens, but suddenly she’s taking off, speeding away from the throng of players as she puts the star over her helmet. The roar of the audience grows louder as she weaves through the opposing team, and louder still when she comes around again, only to be knocked down. She hits the floor hard just as the refs blow the whistle, yet she’s smiling when she gets up, high fiving a teammate as she makes her way back to the bench while more players set up on the track.

He finds her afterwards, hanging off to the side while she talks with fans and friends, butterflies sparking in his stomach at her smile when she spots him.

“Decided to see what all the hype was about after all, huh?” She asks, mumbling a quiet thanks when he hands her a plastic cup of beer.

“Well, we had to come and see for ourselves… it really is too confusing when you just describe it.”

For a smaller town, there’s a surprising amount of bars on the main drag and each one is different from the last as they pass them by. The one they settle on has an inner lounge that leads to a patio with a few tables and chairs out back, and he’s halfway through his first drink when a group of women come in. Dressed in sports shorts and jerseys of some kind… a closer look reveals the words ‘roller derby’ and color him intrigued. They spread out as they enter, some seeming to approach acquaintances, other’s checking out the patio. One, however, perches herself on the stool right next to his. Long pastel blue hair with an undercut, the dark violet of her lips curl up into a smile as he introduces himself and asks, “What’s roller derby?”

“So there's a ball?”

She sighs in frustration before she starts up again, hands gesturing as she speaks, “There is no ball--”

Twenty minutes later and Noah is no closer to understanding how roller derby is played, yet he can’t complain. He's glad the others convinced him to come out tonight; it's the first night off of two after going nonstop for weeks and while it was all too tempting to stay in his bunk and rest, he decided to say fuck it and join everyone else. It’s a good thing too, because if he hadn’t, he wouldn’t have met her.

Her lips curl up again and he realizes he’s been caught staring, yet he can’t find it in himself to feel embarrassed in the slightest. Because once he looks up at her eyes, Noah’s pretty sure she’s looking at him with the same intensity he’s been eyeing her with all night.

“Would you wanna get out of here?” She asks, and it takes little time for him to say yes and follow her out the door after they say their prospective goodbyes.

Nicholas makes fun of him when he stumbles into the bus the next morning, hair and clothes rumpled, her dark lipstick smudged on various points of his body.

There’s an after party. The short drive from the venue to the bar they were at last night filled with nothing but the four of them talking about how insanely cool it all was to watch. How do they move like that on roller skates? How do they go so fast and yet seem to be able to stop and juke on a dime? How do they take and give hits like they did and stay upright?

She’s already there when they arrive, out back on the patio with the rest of her team. Tables and chairs pushed aside to make room for a small makeshift dance floor while a dj plays in an elevated corner. These women are something else. If he hadn’t just seen exactly how hard they played half an hour ago, he wouldn’t know. Not with the way they jump and move around, dancing to the synth-y pop pumping from the speakers.

She’s as graceful off her skates as she is on them and arousal starts to pool in his groin as he watches her body move to the beat. The way her hips roll immediately brings him back to last night, and how she moved over him on her couch, and under him later in her bed. Beside him, a throat clears, tugging his attention away from her.

“Am I right to assume you won’t be with us most of the night?” Jolly asks, taking a sip from his drink.

Noah feels his cheeks warm, “I don’t know man, depends on if she still wants me or not…”

His friend interrupts before he can continue, “Oh, I don’t think that’s an issue.” He follows Jolly gaze as the man tips his head, and there she is. Looking at him like she could eat him alive, and honestly, he’d be pretty fucking okay with that. Her hand curls back, beckoning him toward her and he hears Jolly laugh as he goes towards her, yelling over the din, “I’ll see you later!”

They don’t stay at the bar for much longer, bidding a goodbye to their friends separately before coming back together for the short walk to her apartment. He plays the gentleman, carrying her gear up the stairs and to the door for her and she rewards him by letting him pull her into a kiss as soon as her door shuts behind them. Her lips are the same violet they were last night, but she must have done something with her lipstick, because it doesn’t smudge against this thumb when he runs it along her lower lip. The dark shade stands out stark against the light skin of his thumb when she licks at the pad before sucking the digit into her mouth.

Noah can feel himself hardening in his pants. He knows exactly what that mouth feels like around his dick and the memory has him pulling his thumb from her mouth and replacing it with his tongue as he pushes her back against the door. She pulls away from his mouth, sucking in a pained breath when he grasps her arms.

“Shit, sorry. Are you okay?” He takes his hands off her, and just as he starts to back off, her hand fists in his shirt, pulling him back towards her.

She’s a little breathless, but her smile is bright when she laughs quietly, “Yeah… I’m fine. Just a little bruised. We had some newbies out there tonight and they’re still in the arm gripping stage.”

Sure enough, now that he’s paying attention, he can see the marks forming on her arms; patches of red skin that he knows will darken within the coming days. Bending down, Noah lowers his head to press his lips to the tender skin, before taking her hand and leading her to where he knows her bedroom to be.

He spreads her out on her blankets, bed remade from their coupling last night, pulling the clothes from her body until there’s nothing in his way.

He starts with her mouth, kissing her heatedly before moving to the rest of her. As he moves down her body with his hands and mouth, he notices the small things that weren’t there last night; a scrape across her arm, velcro burn, she supplies for him when he asks, humming in agreement when he guesses at another. She gasps when he pulls her to the edge of the bed, letting her legs spill off the mattress as he continues his perusal. There’s a welt growing on her leg, it’s going to be a big bruise, he can tell, the skin already starting to darken to a bluish purple.

“This where you fell?”

She nods, hissing when he kisses the raised flesh, but she lets him continue, letting him mouth along the surface of her thigh until he’s getting to his knees, settling himself between her thighs.

She sighs when he licks into her, his hands holding her open when her legs begin to close around his head. His fingers dig into the softness when her hands weave into his hair, gripping the strands and pulling tight, and he thinks he might leave her with another bruise or two. But she doesn’t seem to mind, if the way she moans is any indication. His eyes fall shut and he groans against her mound, letting her use the grip she has on his hair to move his mouth where she needs it the most. She cums against his face with a choked cry of his name, hand falling from his head to rub at her face while she catches her breath.

A rubber hits him square in the chest when he rises, a quick hand catching it before it falls to the bed beneath. He’s quick to undress, and they both laugh when his pants and underwear get caught around his feet, causing him to stumble before he can kneel on the bed. They don’t laugh when he pushes into her, however, twin groans sounding in her bedroom when he buries himself to the hilt. Noah rocks his hips slowly, grinding into her in a way that has her inner muscles working around his cock. And while he knows she can take it harder, she proved that more than enough last night, he keeps at the leisurely pace, fucking in and out of her in smooth, measured strokes until she whines.

“Do you need more?”

She nods, letting him take her leg to place on his shoulder, moving her other leg under his when he lifts his knee, ending up halfway twisted beneath him. He loves this position and how it leaves all his favorite parts on display.

“Oh god.” She moans when he slides back into her.

“Yeah?”

“Shit, yes, oh fuck, don’t stop--” she babbles… and he doesn’t. Keeps going until she’s clenching around him again, squeezing his dick so tight his vision whites out as he follows after her.

She drops him off at the rig the next morning with a filthy kiss before he exits her car.

“Hey, Noah!” He turns when she calls his name through her rolled down window, “We play through the summer, if you find yourself in the area again before the season’s over.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” He says, throwing her a wink and he can hear her laugh as she drives away.

#noah sebastian/ofc #noah sebastian x ofc #rpf #bad omens fanfic #bad omens fanfiction #bad omens fic #bad omens rpf #noah sebastian fic #noah sebastian smut #prompt request #30 days of bad omens

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frenchiefitzhere · 10 months

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13. When do they realize they should get together?

For Marie/Colm

Took me a while, but I've got it... Also I'm tagging @ejunkiet for punching my heart with that last SH/Milo fic. BLAM! Take that! So, for Colm, powdered sugar on Marie's nose from the cannolis at the bakery, love at may-as-well-be-first sight, bla bla bla: he knew then. For Marie, it took longer, but she remembers the moment she knew:

She ran out of the house, not caring about the cold rain, not caring that she didn't have a jacket. She just couldn't hear the yelling anymore. The insults. The cursing. The slamming of doors. She ran out to the front step, sat down, covered her ears to block the sound, and sat there, chilled and alone until the discomfort of her wet clothes and the pounding raindrops on her face overcame the strife within and she felt more wet than she did anxious. She didn't see Colm pull up to the house. He sometimes took detours when he was out, just to visit her street. They had only been on three dates, but he just liked to know she was okay, and even if he couldn't tell, the sight of her house just made him smile. But that day, he parked, got out, walked calmly up to the front step, quickly getting as soaked and cold as Marie was, and stood in front of her until she tipped her face up at his.

"You wanna go somewhere?" She sniffed. And nodded. He gave her his hand, pulled her up, and walked her to the car, a look of concern on his face as he closed the passenger side door behind her. "The diner?" She shook her head. "The bowling alley? I think the arcade's open tonight. You could kick my ass at pinball again...?" He smiled. Nothing. He longed to suggest: "My place?" But Colm knew he didn't have the willpower to resist if Marie turned to him for comfort and wanted to stay. In his home. In his bed. But then he had an idea. "You haven't met my grandma yet," he said, flipping his turn signal to the other direction.

It was such an odd thing for him to say out of the blue. Marie looked at him quizzically. They turned a corner and pulled up to a tidy set of condominiums. "I'm a mess. I can't meet your grandma like this, Colm." "Trust me," he answered, offering his hand again to help her out of the car. He rang the doorbell of the little brick townhome with seventeen types of flowers tucked into organized pots around the porch. The bass from a Cole Porter song blasted through the door (Marie had never noticed the bass from Cole Porter before but the stereo had managed to amplify it), followed by a stream of curses. "Goddam it! How do you work this fucking--? Oh for Pete's sake. Damn stupid--- Where's the blasted volume button? Ahhh...there." Soon after, the door opened. Marie was taken aback. An elderly, female version of Colm, glasses and all, was staring back at her. But she was much more effusive than Marie had ever seen Colm. "Ohhhh, my Colmy, you came for a visit! Oh, you're soaked! But I don't care!" The old shifter practically turned to liquid form as she poured herself into a hug and enveloped Colm. He kissed her gently on the cheek and said, "I brought someone to see you." Within minutes, Colm's grandmother had gotten warm, lavender-scented towels and dried them both off.

Herself. She took a fresh towel to Colm first, pressing it to his face and neck and then tossing it playfully in his face and saying, "Okay. You're a grown man now. You finish it." As Colm rubbed his hair dry, his grandmother took Marie by the hand, sat her at the kitchen table and gently took a corner of the towel to her eyes. "You've made my grandson very happy, you know?" "Grandma!" "She should know! You should tell her these things." "He does," Marie said softly, as the kind older shifter wiped away her dripping mascara and draped the towel around her shoulders. "You look like you've had a hard day." Marie nodded. "How about some tea?" Colm's grandma kissed Marie on the cheek and then went to work putting the kettle on. Colm sat beside his girlfriend at the plastic-covered kitchen table and held her hand, rubbing her knuckles gently with his thumb. "You okay?" he mouthed silently. And Marie decided in her heart right then that she would spend the rest of her life with this man.

#redacted marie #redacted colm #the FUCKING greers #the greers #redacted headcanons #redacted minific #frenchie answering asks #ask games

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cyborg-franky · 2 years

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Hi franky! I was wondering if you had any headcanons or anything about the WBP or any of the other one piece characters doing karaoke? <3

-slams hand down on desk- this is good for my mental health and I want to hold you. Lots under the cut! If anyone wants other chars please hit me up <3

Ace

He acts all shy at first but get a drink in him and he won’t shut up.

He will drag you on stage and do a duet.

Has no concept of holding a note, just belts it out.

The drunker he gets the worse he gets.

Unironically loves Backstreet Boys.

Went as one of them for Halloween, don’t you know.

Also tries to do the screaming parts of alt music.

Video him taking off his shirt and swinging it around to highway to hell and humble him every time he gets sassy at you.

Marco

Likes the atmosphere of going to karaoke but doesn’t partake so much.

Is happy to sit with your things and watch you, makes eye contact the entire time with a smile on his face, being your biggest fan and supporter.

You can coax him up, depending on what sound you dangle under his nose.

Cheesy 80s songs or alt music tends to be his jam.

Would be 100% that bitch who’d lose it to Pretty fly for a white guy and make everyone stare at him, wondering where that energy came from.

Thatch

Loves it, lives for it, and will make everyone join in.

Was probably the one with the idea to go.

Loves to sing all sorts and will belt out Elvis one second, Bonnie Tyler the next, and Lady Gaga the next. Just loves to sing, and will do all the parts himself, male and female roles. He’s a one-man show.

But he likes to get his friends on stage to do any song.

He drinks gets excited and gets everyone pumped.

He’s just everyone's hype man including himself.

Just living his best life.

Watch him sing total eclipse of the heart and love it.

Izou

You dare bring him to your silly sing-song hall?

He’ll not be happy.

Will sulk.

However, is not above recording people making fools of themselves for future blackmail or amusement.

Though Izou is not immune to the charms of booze.

Get Izou drunk and he will be screeching the classics.

Will even do a headbang and whirl around his hair.

A drunk Izou is a great Izou.

Deuce

Every time he is dragged up on stage you can tell he is longing for the person who did that to him to get eaten by the floor [Ace]

Will mumble into the microphone.

Hates it, even drunk he will more than likely have an inward meltdown at the entire thing.

Ace can sometimes get a duet out of him.

Will throw a mic at the first heckler, however.

Will be the first person to tell you what you did wrong.

Sassy.

Vista

Sings the mic like it’s a lover.

If you are on stage with him he will accidentally smack you in the face with his dramatic arm movements.

Could sing opera.

And does.

Ever heard every song ever turned into an opera version? No? Then, boy, you are in for a treat.

Loves to be solo as well as a group.

The only one who is able to not mangle other language songs.

Is loud, hell, doesn’t even need a mic.

Jozu

He’s very shy and will prob just sit at the table and have a good time eating, snacking, and watching everyone else get on stage.

Kinda hides behind Marco [despite being so much bigger than him] when he’s asked to join anyone.

The only reason you can even hear him is the fact he has a deep voice.

Just kinda shyly stands there and sings and taps his foot.

There, he did it once, please just let him hide.

Haruta

Loud, over-the-top, drama kid.

He loves it, he has to be the loudest.

Picks all the really annoying songs that get in your head for the rest of the night.

Nags people who don’t really want to get on stage.

He hits the high notes well at least.

Will sing the really, really, fast songs.

“Come on guys! Just one more!” until he dragged off the stage.

Whitey Bay

Voice of an angel.

Looks like a superstar as she stands there with her flowing hair and flawless poses.

The proceeds to roar to death metal and scares everyone in the area, maybe not Ace or Marco but they are still surprised a woman that petite is capable of making the table shake.

Solo only - you will only cramp her style.

You might manage to get her to sing something that you can hear the lyrics of through loud screaming vocals.

Does have a nice voice.

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anyalovesu · 3 months

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tolerate it.

v. when you were out building other worlds, where was i?

— “maybe in another life, i never had to leave the band and i was there with him all throughout that career. maybe he still would’ve been the person i wanted to fall in love with. maybe it would be easier to love him now. but i am just as much a stranger as he is to me. But I've been told I haven’t changed much. I was still childish and immature, he said.”

Elijah woke up earlier that morning, getting ready and dressing herself up earlier than she usually would so she could make breakfast for the both of them in high hopes that Leon would be the same person as he was if there was food on the table when he wakes up.

The smell of pancakes filled the kitchen as she plates them up nicely on the table. Making sure that everything they could possibly need was on the table—syrup, butter knives, even two insulated flasks of coffee for the both of them that she freshly brewed that morning—you name it, she made sure it was on the table. All Leon had to do was to sit down and munch on the breakfast that she prepared.

Eli was anxiously pacing around the dining area, waiting for Leon to come down. But maybe it was wishful thinking that Leon would be the same version of himself as he was the night before. When he got down, he seemed to have woken up to the bad side of his king sized bed, hair still a little bit tousled as he swiftly made his way down the stairwell.

“Ruby, tara na!”

“Nag gawa ako ng almusal, kumain ka muna,” Elijah replied dejectedly, sighing as once again, she found herself avoiding his gaze.

“Something came up sa office, kapag hindi pa tayo umalis, male-late na ako!” Leon argued, not seeming to give a flying fuck about how much of Elijah’s effort he’s trashing once again. “Tara na.”

“At least take your coffee,” Elijah snaps at him, taking one of the flasks and slams it on the table. Thank God for rubber stoppers for these flasks because she would’ve broken the glass from how hard she slammed it on the table. “You fucking ingrate.”

Elijah wordlessly stomped towards the living room where she had left her belongings before she started cooking that morning. Leon also just wordlessly walks over the dining table and takes the flask before turning towards him. “Ano masaya ka na? Napaka-immature mo naman.”

“Fuck you, Leon,” she hissed at him before making her way out of the door.

The car ride was as hellish as the both of them expected it to be. Elijah was pissed, Leon was severely annoyed by how Elijah was acting, and no one could bother to at least turn on the radio to diffuse the tension.

For the meantime, Leon kept his eyes on the road, refusing, at all costs, to purposely glance over Elijah’s direction to see if she was still as upset as she was. He didn’t need to look at her to know she was still fuming at him though, only her shaky breaths that she has been attempting to calm down has been the only thing filling up his ears the past 30 minutes, what else does he need to confirm his theory?

It only got worse from there when they got stuck in a traffic jam when they were only about 5 minutes away from Yang ENT. Out of frustration, and in an awful attempt to escape the atmosphere that has been strangling her for the past hour, Elijah unlocks the door.

“Maglalakad nalang ako. Dumeretso ka na sa Park Group,” she says and then leaves, without even a proper good bye or telling him to take care. She knows she would regret not doing that if something does happen, but for now, she just walks away to save what sanity she has left.

Hot on her heels, Eli finds her way to the sidewalk and makes her way towards the front of where the Yang Construction ENT. stood in all of its glory. Decades of history cemented this building to the floor where it was built. Somehow, it was understandable why both of her parents were so insistent on doing whatever it takes to keep the company smooth and easy sailing. Even the slightest threat is still a threat not only to the pristine reputation of a decades old construction firm, but also to the legacy of all the Yangs that have reigned over the company. However understandable, it still wasn’t justified what they were willing to do at the cost of the happiness of their own daughter. It seemed like the company will always be more important than anything.

“Bakit ganyan ang mukha mo?” Architect Yves chuckles at her as soon as he sees him enter the elevator with him. “Ang aga mo rin, for someone na sa Makati na nakatira.”

“Nakisabay lang ako, mabait ang kapatid mo eh,” she scoffed, rolling his eyes at him. She’s always treated Yves Hwang as her own brother as well, since they met through Ynes. It only became more convenient when she found out that he is actually close friends with her own brother as well. “Ayaw ako sunduin.”

“Napakalayo mo naman nga kasi, Eli,” he laughed.

“Kahit na! Hinayaan n’ya akong magdusa kasama ang hayop na ‘yon,” she ranted. “Napakasama ng ugali. Pinagluto na ng almusal parang ako pa ang mali na pakainin s’ya!”

Elijah is like clockwork. She had a schedule for everything and did everything at the time she designated for it. Perhaps it was one of the reasons why everything is so shocking for her recently. She never planned for any of these things to happen and now that she constantly has to give up her personal time and even some of her working time for appointments that were, mind you, very inconsiderate of her work schedule, she feels the need to be constantly in a rush to finish her dues while still living up to her own standards when it came to its integrity.

And Leon being so unpredictable just puts her in such an overwhelming position..

All these, on top of trying to put up with his constant hostility towards her, she might just throw herself off the building for how much distress the entire situation is causing her.

Eli couldn’t help but lean back against the cold walls of the elevator to try to feel something else. “I’m so fucking tired, kuya.”

“Hmm,” he chuckled, though it seemed like it was out of pity. He reached for the top of her head and patted it, trying to give her as much comfort in the most modest way possible. Word spreads fast in the office, especially if you’re meddling with either of the Yang siblings. The last thing Architect Yves wanted was to pile something on top of Eli’s already overflowing worries. Plus, he’d very much want to keep his job.

Working with the Yangs has taught him one too many things about the elite family.

That is, if they perceive you as a threat, you might as well find your way out yourself than let them do the deed in eradicating you from their company, possibly even the next few companies that you’ll be applying to.

“Sasabihan ko si Ynes,” he smiled at her. “Things will get better, okay?”

“Sana nga.”

—

“Tara na, OT ka na,” Santi playfully pushes Eli’s head with his pointer finger, making her glare at her older brother before turning back to her digital sketches on the table. “Ihahatid na kita.”

“I don’t want to go home pa,” she whined, slapping his hand away when he tried to do it again, groaning as she stared in dissatisfaction at the already 6th draft of the sketch that she was doing. “Una ka na. Maggrab nalang ako.”

“Ayaw ko ngang sumasakay ka ng grab mag-isa,” Santi sighed at him, leaning over her table to look at the digital sketches on her computer. “Masyadong madilim, Eli. Anong personality mo ang nagddrawing n’yan?”

“Pagod na ang creative personality ko,” she scoffed, slightly banging her head on the table as she opened a new file to redo everything she had already finished.

“Alam mo ang unfair mo naman sa sarili mo kung papalitan mo ‘yung colorful na branding n’yo dahil lang hindi nagustuhan ni Leon yung mga kulay sa bahay n’yo,” Santi looked at her in pity. It’s clear that being around Leon has been rubbing her the wrong way and it’s taking up even his little sister’s color, quite literally, by how dull and lonely her sketches looked.

“Hindi naman kasi ‘yon,” she groaned, forehead still resting on the table. There were tears already forming in her eyes and gaining even more of Santi’s pity would only make her cry even more, so she stayed like that. “Napapagod lang ako. Kahit anong gawin ko, hindi ako maging mabuting anak, hindi ako maging mabuting asawa, hindi ako maging mabuting tao. Tapos ngayon I can’t even do my job gaya ng dati. It’s only been a day, how bad is it going to get?”

“Tumayo ka na d’yan,” Santi proceeds to pull his sister up from her office chair. “Tara na. Patayin mo na ‘yan. Kanina pa naghihintay si Cielo sa baba, kung ayaw mong maging hindi rin mabuting kapatid, tumayo ka na d’yan.”

Santi could not help but not feel guilty at how much hell Eli is going through. He would’ve taken her suffering if he could, just like a good big brother would but this is out of his hands.

“Bakit and’yan si Cielo?”

“Sinundo ko, ayaw daw magstart ng sasakyan n’ya kanina sa school,” Santi replied to her. “I had to call the towing services to bring it sa casa. Bukas ako nalang din ang susundo sa’yo, daanan na’tin yung sasakyan mo pagkahatid kay Cielo.”

Somehow, the thought of her not enduring any more of those dreadful car rides with her fiance made her feel better. The morning was a complete mess and the tension becoming too thick for her to breathe properly was something she is not willing to do again if it can be helped.

“Kaya tara na,” Santi repeated again, reaching for her mouse to save her work and turn off her computer himself. “Magligpit ka na ng gamit mo.”

Cielo went up to hug his older sister as soon as he saw her walking out of the elevator in the parking lot. “Tagal mo!” He whines.

“Bawasan ko allowance mo sa akin eh,” Eli playfully laughs at him as she hugs him back. There was some sort of relief from being around her family’s arms.

This was how it was supposed to be, she thought.

It was quite impossible to treat someone who treats her as badly as Leon as family. It oddly made her feel uncomfortable to be expected to form a family with him when that’s how it is between them. There was barely even love to begin with.

“Do you think you’ll ever fall in love with Kuya Leon?” Cielo blurts out as they get stuck in traffic. Cielo leans in between the center console as he cranes his neck towards his sister, who seemed taken aback by his sudden question.

Maybe 5 years ago, that would’ve been an easy yes. Leon wasn’t hard to love back then. He was sweet, kind, and gentle. He was also a fairly attractive teenager. Many girls fawned over his charisma during highschool, especially when they played.

Before there was a Midnight Covey, there was The Loophole. It consisted of Leon, Eli, Tobi, and Amir. Leon still played bass. Tobi played drums, Eli played the electric guitar, and Amir still sang. Girls fawned over her bandmates, and while she’ll often get talked about for her closeness with the other members of the band, she never really minded it because Leon always protected and fought them in her place. But regardless, music made her happy, and she was there to keep that happiness going.

But that happiness did not last very long.

Soren Yang wasn’t as fond of performing as his own daughter. He solely believed that the band would be Elijah’s very own downfall. He refused to believe that it would ever get her anywhere and that Elijah would end up jobless and sad by the time she turns 50. And so Eli left the band.

Eli was merely 15 when it all happened. Leon was 16, Tobi and Amir were both only 18. Even after convincing their parents to talk to Soren about letting Eli back to the band, the youngest’s father was beyond convincing. And if that was the case, what weight would their words value to Soren Yang?

Leon, Tobi, and Amir stayed out of the music scene after the abrupt exit of their guitarist for a good 3 months, before they decided to start the Midnight Covey. A band they started with two more members from different schools.

Looking back at it, Eli rarely ever played after that. Maybe an occasional classical piano piece during family reunions, and quiet singing to herself, but other than that, she can barely remember the last time she touched her guitar to play it. Being forced to leave the band hurt her more than she liked to admit and even though she was happy that they got to start again and gain recognition they deserved now, it bothered her that she could’ve been there too.

The first few months of the disbandment, all three of them consoled her about it, making sure she did not think they thought bad of her for leaving the band abruptly. Leon especially, he would still bring her to practices and their gigs to watch them. He took care of her during shows very well, making sure her ears were always protected knowing very well that his best friend had a sensitivity to loud sounds. Although Eli was no longer a member of the band, she was still there. She stayed with them. She supported them while they were building a whole new world with Midnight Covey’s music. She was there.

Leon never made her feel like she was a bother for a decision that wasn’t hers to make. But not anymore.

It would make sense how easily it would’ve been a yes back then, but right now… Leon wasn’t Leon she wanted to fall in love with anymore.

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#enha angst #sunghoon angst #angst #sunghoon #jake #jay #heeseung #ni-ki #sunoo #jungwon #forced marriage #forced proximity #filo!enha #enhypen angst

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letstalkaboutit100 · 5 months

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Ideas part 12: Blue= concepts pink=ep ideas Green: note

Anyway, Meeshell and Sparrow become good friends. Every day at lunchtime they meet up at the pool. They talk about music and their parents. They even start to write song lyrics! Meeshell is still shy though. So Sparrow sticks up for her a lot. "SHE SAID NO FISH!" He feels protective over her. She's his little sister at this point. ("I'm a year older than you." "Only in numbers.") She's a year older than him but they are still in the same grade. I feel like she is very mature. She looks like it. She's the mom of the group lol. (she wasn't left back or anything, BUT HE WAS) She's been a good influence on him. Helping him study and stay out of trouble (sometimes) and learn to respect women more. Every day he asks her if she would join his merry crew/band. And every time she says no because she's shy and worried she'll embarrass herself. "Come on! PLEASEEE!" "No." *cue puppy dog eyes* "You know that doesn't work on me" "Yeah I know" He literally calls her his sister! "Hey, where you going?" "To see my sister" *Confused faces on his friends' faces* "Did you know he had a sister?" "Sparrow your grades have gone up quite a lot!" "Thanks my sister helped me." *Confused teacher face* You know how in fanfic the school's bad boy that has a gang falls in love with the nerdy girl and puts her "under his protection". like "Oh wait! We can bully her that blab blab's girl". That's basically them. except it's sibling love. PLATONIC! No one touches her. "I'm having a sister." "Oh that's great! *slams adoption form on the table* "It's you. sign here." I will say she does become more confident in herself over time under his influence but is still mostly shy.

Both Poppy and Holly were born with their mother's long hair. But Holly didn't like it so when she was 7 she cut it off. It's a long story. Everyone was shocked! Sparrow liked it saying it looked cool and now he won't have any trouble telling them apart.

Dec 1: Ok so I thought that the long-haired twin was Poppy and the other was Holly. And personally, I like my way better. So long hair is poppy and short hair is holly. Also Poppy is older. My Poppy is the older mature twin while my Holly is rebellious and a troublemaker. They like blossom and buttercup. I also haven't seen any of the web episodes so don't judge me if I get something wrong!

Episode idea (season 2): The twins Poppy and Holly Rider (In my reboot version their last name isn't O'hair. I think it's dumb. sorry not sorry.) have a fight over Sparrow. They both have a crush on him. But it's not what you think. (not anymore. They see him as a brother again like before.) All three of them are childhood friends. Their father is his hero lol. They grew up together! They went on crazy adventures when they were kids! He always took the fall for them if something went wrong! Robin Hood likes them. He and Engene are friends. He and Lance used to be a part of his merry crew. Until they turn to a full life of crime. Eugene calls him 'son' a lot. Lance loves the girls to death. Their his nieces! And angry and Catalina's godmothers. "Listen, son, If so much as hurt my girls in any way I will find you. *points to max* You see him? That is the best horse in the whole world. He has caught thousands of criminals and put them away. He loves those girls. He will find you and we will make you pay." Lance said all of that lol. E: "Lance come on! Back off. I'm sorry about him. *whispers* But he's not kidding. And neither am I." Anyway, the episode starts with the twins in their room on their beds on opposite sides of the room. *Both of them sigh dreamily while looking at photos of Sparrow* *At the same time* P: "He's so dreamily!" H: "He's so hot!" *both of them look up at each other and laugh* P: "So? *smirking* who's the lucky guy?" H: *also smirking* "Well I could ask the same." P: "Well my guy is really funny." H: "Well my guy is really strong." P: "Me and him have known each other for a long time. H: "Same! Me and him have a lot in common. H: "Same! He's really talented on the guitar." P: "So is mine!" H: "Oh my fairy dust!" H: "What if they know each other!" P: "He does have a lot of friends!" H: "So does mine!" P: *squeals* "Ok! I can't wait any longer! Say at the same time?" H: "I'm not sure. I'm worried about how you'll react. You might be shocked." P: *takes her hand* (they got up from their beds as they were comparing Sparrow) "Honestly me too. But you know I'll support you. Your my sister. And I know whoever the guy is the luckiest guy in the world." H: "Thank Sunny. (that's her nickname for Poppy! Eugene calls Rapuzenl sunshine so Holly calls Poppy sunny!) H: "Ok! I'm ready! P: "Alright! On 3." P/H: 1, 2, 3... SPARROW! WHAT?! YOU?! YOU LIKE HIM?! SPARROW'S YOUR CRUSH?!

To be continued... MWHAAAA!

#ever after high #if it got a reboot #espiode idea #poppy o'hair #holly o'hair #sparrow hood #meeshell mermaid

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pentagonieslut · 8 months

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ichi

you know i love you right? you also know i'm a hoe, right? so uh. let me just say this and go work on my revenge quartet chapter.

i can't be the only one who'd wear an oversized hoodie (not because i love hoodies and could live in them forever) and in comes junhyung who had a low cut shirt that showed his chest.

then haylee joe's song bite me starts playing in your headphones as you're busy playing a game on your phone-- which just so happens to be an erotic otome game (obey me! the bed version) and look up to see junhyung standing in front of you. just as she sings the line "eat me, drink me, bite me" you're immediately up and poor distracted junhyung (who was busy wiping off the tv stand) gets roughly turned around and spun.

pushing him onto the coffee table-- more like slammed into it, he lands with a thud as you crawl on top of him and straddle his lap, him surprised and looking around quickly to see what just happened. he doesn't have much time to process as you rip open his shirt and make hickeys all over his chest, placing one on his sternum and making it a bruise.

his moans are soft and you grip his hair and yank his head to the side, so hard he feels like his head was about to be ripped off his neck. licking a stripe up his neck and biting down hard, causing him to bleed and his sweet orange blossom musk scent becoming so intoxicating (when its really the blood that taste like orange blossoms), his moans get louder and you feel him shift a bit and him bricked up.

moving away from the blissed male, you get up and go to change, wearing a hot leather outfit that shows your body off and the pieces are a little (way too fucking) short for his liking. but, he's finishing up his recovery from your little stunt.

he catches a glimpse of your outfit; and the kiss you blow him as you walk out.

junhyung chases after you quickly but you're already in the car, location off, and the music is blasting as youfriends yell a goodbye and a taunting "bye junhyung, hope she left you well fed!"

he'll fuck you into the abyss thanos sent the avengers to, when he gets his revenge and isn't looking like a vamp.

oh how delicious. his strained cock might be even more delicious too.

(if you see this read the tags!!)

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rubyislostandunmotivated · 2 years

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*slams the table*

AGE SWAP AU 2ND VERSION, LET’S GO BABIEEEEES

Okay, let’s be serious now (which I can’t)

Age swap au 2nd version of Encanto. I do have the first version (and I plan to make the third one), but we’re going to talk about it later.

Let’s start.

• just some time ago, Pedro lost his wife, who sacrificed herself for him and her kids. The only one he still has in his arms was his triplets kids. Their names were: Isabela, the oldest triple, Luisa, the middle triple and Mirabel, the youngest triple.

• however, after he lost his wife, the candle in front of him blessed the town with a magic. The casita, Pedro’s and his kids house itself, came to life. It waved to welcome Pedro and his kids.

• when his kids came of age and they turned five, they got their own magical gifts. Isabela got gift to heal people with her cooking. Luisa got a gift to control weather with her emotions. Mirabel got a gift to see the future.

•everything was well. Pedro was teaching Isabela how to cook, and after time Isabela made food with her hands and started to give it to the villagers of Encanto, who were injured. Luisa was living happily, keeping the weather good. But when something was happening, the weather would get a little worse because of luisa’s emotion. Pedro was telling her to control her gift better and she was listening to him. Mirabel was doing visions for everyone. But after time her reputation got worse, since she would “make bad things happen” after doing a vision. A lot of people could blame her for their vision. (Imagine blaming a five year old for your future)

• after years passed. Luisa and Isabela both found their mens, who they love. Isabela found a man named Lorenzo. He had brown curly hair, blue eyes, some freckles on his face. He was a little accident-prone. Would usually get into some accidents. This is why Isabela fall for him. Luisa found a name named Ricardo. He has black curly hair and green eyes. He’s a little shorter than Luisa (because Luisa is tall af, duh). He was supportive over her and would never blame her for a bad weather and etc.

• after some years Luisa and Isabela found their mens, Both Isabela and Luisa got pregnant. After nine months, firstly was born Camilo madrigal, the oldest grandson of Pedro and a child of Isabela. Since Pedro looked at his grandson, he saw something gorgeous in him. That wasn’t the only reason why Camilo was Pedro’s favourite. After some weeks was born Julieta, Luisa’s oldest daughter. She looked a lot like her father. The same brown eyes, same hair colour and etc.

• after 3 years was born Dolores. She was Isabela’s daughter. Pedro would see a brave and strong person in Dolores, but who can be sensitive sometimes.

• after 2 years, it was time for Pedro’s oldest grandchild to get his gift. Camilo got a gift to grow flowers. After some weeks, it was Julieta’s turn, Pedro’s second oldest grandchild. She got a gift to hear everything from far distance. The ceremony didn’t go well, actually.

• after another two years was born Pepa, Luisa’s middle daughter and Pedro’s third granddaughter. Pedro in Pepa, would see someone who can annoy her family members, but is actually very overprotective towards them. And then after some months was born Antonio, Isabela’s youngest son and Pedro’s second grandson. Pedro would see a very brave person in Antonio, who is also like Pepa is overprotective towards his family members. And no matter what, he would love them and try to help them.

• 1 year later was Dolores’ gift ceremony. She got a gift of super-strengthen. After this Pedro could notice how Dolores started to grow very fast. Faster than her brothers.

• 4 years later was Pepa’s gift ceremony. She got a gift to turn into different people she saw. After this she could annoy Camilo mostly for some reason.

• after some months (before Antonio’s ceremony) Mirabel made a vision, about Antonio standing behind casita, which was for breaking, but when Mirabel was turning the vision to other side, casita would look perfectly fine. Mirabel knew what everyone could think, because she’s Mirabel and everyone would see the worst. From this moment no one could see or h;a; Mirabel anywhere. But she did that vision some hours before Antonio’s ceremony. On Antonio’s ceremony, everyone was waiting for him to get his gift. But he received nothing. His door faded right in front of his eyes. From that moment, Antonio was treated differently by Pedro.

• Antonio’s and Camilo relationship also got worser. They became distance from each other.

• after 5 years was born Bruno by Luisa’s side of the family. He also looked a lot like his father.

•it has been 5 years since Bruno was born. Pedro is now 75, The twins are now 50, Camilo and Julieta are now 22, Dolores is now 19, Pepa and Antonio are now 15 and Bruno turned 5 today. It was also the time for his ceremony today.

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kyovtani · 3 years

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mean dom hinata? explain away honey 👁👅👁

you guys- when i tell you the concept of hard dom hinata is one of my favorites- idek what it is about the thought of having sunshines like him, suga or yams go brutally at me but it just makes me pussy throb so here you go ✨

a/n: i got a little carried away so this is a little longer haha 😀

— cw: hard daddy dom!shoyo, heavy degradation, mocking, teasing and dumbification, pussy slapping, choking and brief mentions of breeding <33

hinata shoyo is not really one who's constantly in his hard dom mood. he's also not a soft dom per se, but for him to become the mean, merciless dom you love oh so much, it does take a little bit of work.

however, it always depends, who those guys are.

one thing hinata absolutely despises is when you visit him at practice, dressed in one of your tiniest little dresses and that one particular look on your face. he can tell the reason behind your little visit by the way you walk and talk once you've entered the gym him and his teammates spend most of their time in.

you visit him a lot, which he genuinely appreciates because he misses you a lot but can't really do anything about it because he has to practice to become an even better version of himself. however, when you come up to him with that smirk and certain kind of playful gleam in your eyes, he knows you're here to play your little games.

and then he just gets to watch the scene unfold.

you becoming incredibly handsy with atsumu and bokuto, two of his closest friends who, bless their hearts, simply can't hide the effect you have on them, especially if you're dressed like that. shoyo also calmly observes the way you talk to his captain, meian, the guy he looks up to, his mentor. he even finds it funny how you keep letting your hands graze over his big arms and even his abs, or laughing about his puns and jokes a little too much than you'd normally do.

in those moments, shoyo just smiles and calms himself down because he knows why you're acting like that. you've missed him and he hasn't had the time to give you the attention you deserve so you're here to get what you deserve.

even on the ride back home he does not say a word and that's when you know you've got him.

because the moment he steps through the door to your shared apartment, he slams it shut and wraps one of his big, calloused hands around your neck before he calmly pushes you against the wall.

and then, hinata just starts chuckling.

the sound of his deep laughter sends shivers of excitement and arousal down your spine and it feels like he's slowly setting your body on fire in a way only he's been able to.

he holds you like that for a good while, just giggling and shaking his head, meeting your desperate gaze every now and then as he applies more and more pressure on your delicate throat.

"you know what, puppy?", he begins, running a hand through his messy curls before he scratches the back of his undercut and then casually plays with the piercings in his ear.

"i actually enjoy these shows a lot", shoyo continues, his facial expressions slowly but surely hardening as he never once averts his gaze from yours all while his other hand pushes your tiny little dress all the way up your thighs, exposing your clothed cunt to the cold air of the hallway.

"all the fake giggles and compliments whenever my boys say something, honestly – it's actually quite cute. i know how much tsumu- and bo-kun enjoy your little visits and even shu-kun gets all flustered when you keep telling him just how 'big' he is", hinata explains, the smile on his plump lips slowly fading away as he pushes his thumb underneath the waistband of your panties and casually rips it with one firm tug, not even caring about the little painful gasp you let out when the fabric lightly cuts your skin.

you just look at him with parted lips, your arousal slowly dripping down your inner thighs and your cunt clenching in absolute disgusting despair the longer hinata stares at you.

"shoyo, i-", "shut the fuck up", hinata is quick to quiet you down, the playful gleam in his big eyes burning with a fire of anger in just the right way; you've finally gotten him exactly where you wanted him, "not only wasn't i done speaking yet, you were also not granted permission to say anything, pet. so you stay nice and quiet for me, hm?"

you start nodding softly, a soft whine escaping your lips when shoyo harshly pushes his thick thigh in between your legs, right against your dripping cunt. your eyes roll into the back of your head at the delicious feeling of his strong muscle underneath you; your clit throbbing almost painfully when you slowly start rocking your hips against him.

"look at how fucking desperate you are to have your stupid little pussy fucked", hinata grunts, a deep, empty chuckle falling pst his lips before he lets go of your throat and takes your chin into his big hand to have you meet his strong, alluring gaze, "it's disgustingly pathetic."

"o-only for you, daddy", you whisper and dig your fingers into his tiny waist, holding onto him as your hips move on their own, giving your little clit just the right amount of stimulation to esse some of the pressure on your cunt.

"oh, really? o-o-o-only f-for m-me? yeah?", hinata replies, his mocking of your words sending you into the sweetest haze of pleasure and you can't believe you're about to cum from basically nothing.

"didn't look like that to me when you were basically offering yourself to my boys", he hisses, suddenly pulling his whole body away from you and with a soft yelp, you let yourself fall onto your knees; desperately pressing your thighs together in hopes of getting your ruined orgasm back, only to fail miserably.

shoyo looks down to you, his rock hard cock straining against the soft material of his sweats and the thought of his weight on your tongue, you whimper softly.

"i don't fuck you for what? two days? and you forget what manners are. have i fucked you and your stupid little pussy so dumb already? because it seems like you're not doing any of the thinking anymore, hm? but i mean, how are you supposed to when cock is all you seem to think about all day", his words ring in your head, echoing sonloudly it feels like he just yelled them right into your ear.

you gulp harshly, your hands finding the fabric of his sweats as you make your way up to him; the thought of having him fill you to the brim with his cock as he says even meaner things to you clouding your mind in just the right way.

"p-please", you whisper and look up at him, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes as the arousal becomes overwhelming and the radical need to have him inside of you takes over your mind, "please, daddy, i n-need you to fuck me."

you start placing soft little kisses on his clothed cock, your eyes never once leaving his strong gaze as you enjoy the feeling of his length underneath your lips knowing oh too well that he's going to take it away from you a lot sooner than you'd expect him to.

"tsk, how unfortunate that i don't need to fuck you. i'll just use my fist and watch you beg for it before i cum all over your dirty little cunt and call it a night", he hisses, pushing the messy strands of his hair out of his face before he moves out of your grip and walks towards the living room.

and just as you're about to get up on wobbly legs, hinata raises his big, tattoo clad hand snd turns his head to the side, before he mumbles a soft, "don't you fucking dare to get up. if you want to behave like a needy little pet, you're going to be treated like one. so, you better stay the fuck on all fours."

by the time you come to sit next to him on the floor, hinata just groans, pushing his sweats and boxer briefs down his thick thighs and revealing his fat, precum leaking cock to your hungry eyes.

"sit on the coffee table", he grunts, sitting down on the couch as he wraps his big hand around his throbbing length and slowly starts stroking himself.

you nod softly, moving to sit on the little table with your juices covering your inner thighs and continuously dripping down your legs and without missing a beat, you spread yourself open for hinata.

"fuck, you're dripping everywhere", he grunts at the sight of your sopping wet pussy all spread okt for him and his words easily have your hole clenching like crazy, making more of your juices drip down to your ass.

"all y-yours, daddy", you whimper, watching the way hinata slowly bucks his hip into his fist, his precum slowly finding its way down the back of his hand.

"of course you're all mine, you stupid little slut", hinata scoffs and even though you see the way he lifts his hand, the suddenness of the harsh spank on your pussy still takes your breath away and leaves you whining and whimpering as the pain slowly spreads in your veins, mixing with the pleasure and basically leaving you high.

"you and this pretty pussy belong to me, puppy", he spits and casually lands another spank on your drenched folds, a loud moan falling pst your lips as the tears stream down your temples and find their way into the coffee table.

"now cut the crybaby shit and get on top of me, show me you're worthy of my cock and i might actually breed you."

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happys-crazy-queen22 · 3 years

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Some Like It Rough

Gif credit @bodybebangin

18+ fic. SMUT SMUT AND MORE SMUT.

Taglist @ackles-nhl. @cbouvier23.

Hope everyone enjoys it.

Happy reading dollies

"I needed you. Where were you tonight"? Kayce sat on the edge of the bed holding his ribs.

"I was out with Beth". You leaned over and grabbed the medical bag.

"For six hours"!? Kayce hissed when you pressed on his side.

"We talked, she drank...a lot. Then we played some pool at the bar". You tell him wrapping his ribs up.

"Meet any guys"? Kayce nibbled on his lip, looking up at you.

"Not this again. I didn't talk to anyone except Beth and the bartender".

"Was he a guy"!? Kayce grunted as he tried to lay down on the bed. You huffed and put the medical bag back in the bathroom.

"Yes, he was. We hooked up in the bathroom while Beth table danced. He also has a wife and a kid on the way". You lied about two things but Kayce didnt care even if you joked. He was jealous.

"I think you should go stay with your parents. We need some time". Kayce sighed, getting comfortable in the bed.

"Why? So you can go fuck every girl you see? Thats what you want? Go for it". You aggressively grabbed your duffel bag and started stuffing your clothes inside. "You wanna know something, the whole time we talked we talked about you and I. Like I couldn't shut up about you. Beth was there ask her. Because I know she wont lie for me". You scoffed and grabbed your keys.

"Y/N, I'm sorry".

"I'm tired of your sorrys. You start a fight and then apologize. We never solve anything. I'm sick of it. That's all we do, since you got back. You need to grow up and figure out what you want whether it has me in it or not. Figure out your shit". You slammed the door behind you. Kayce had a lot to think about. First he hated being alone when he was hurt. He needed comfort. So he went to his big sister.

"So what was this fight about this time"? Beth lit up a cigarette.

"What happened at the bar"? Kayce relaxed in his rocking chair with a groan holding his side.

"We talked and I got a drink. What's all this about? I thought you two were good"?

"We were but I guess my jealousy took over. She came home looking good. Guys must have talked to her. Drooling over her and shit".

"The only guy we talked to was the bartender. He was nice. But married".

"So you didn't table dance"? Kayce chuckled when he figured out he was an asshole.

"Hell no. I'm not that drunk". Beth laughed.

"I think you owe her more than just a shit I'm sorry. You need to fuck her brains out". Beth looked at Kayce seriously.

"I'm not talking about this with you". Kayce gasped getting up from the rocking chair.

"I'm a girl. I know what we want. We want a hard rough fuck and a man that knows what the hell he wants. Not some chicken shit. So grow up and tell that girl you love her. And fuck her brains out". Beth sat back in her chair proudly. She knew her shit.

"Well, it'll have to be a slow fuck cause I'm banged up". Kayce laughed with a hiss.

"Just give her that dick good and she'll know you love her".

"Oh my god. I'm leaving. My sister just said good dick in the same sentence. Have a good night. Thanks". Kayce struggled as he tried leaning over to kiss Beth's head.

"That was the pg version. I could've gone graphic. You know me". She laughed as Kayce shook his head and limped down to his car.

Kayce knew what he wanted. He wanted you. He needed you. Kayce called your cell and nothing. He called your parents, nothing. He was starting to get worried. But he knew you wouldn't go stay with friends cause they would tell so he searched at the hotels around. Only two near the house. One was a nice place and the other was a hole in the wall.

"Is there a Y/N Dutton registered here"? Kayce asked the night clerk at the front desk of the nice place.

The lady typed on the computer. "Sorry no ones named that here".

"Can you try Y/N Y/L/N"? Kayce knew if you didnt use the Dutton last name then you would use your last name.

"She's here. Room 204. But am I allowed to give you her number? You a serial killer or something"? She was hesitant on giving Kayce the key.

This made Kayce chuckle. "No ma'am, I'm her boyfriend. We're in a long distance relationship right now but she's thinking about moving here". Kayce made up something so she would give him the key.

"Alright but if I find her in the morning dead, I saw your face and I will identify you. I'm not scared of you". The clerk pulled out a shotgun.

"Yes, ma'am. That's not going to happen though. You may hear some screaming and moaning but that's not from what you're thinking of". Kayce blushed a little but was honest, he didnt want her busting in and pointing that shotgun at him.

"You do you, boo. Go get your girl". She smiled and patted his hand as she passed him the key. Kayce snickered and started up the what felt like a hundred stairs. He groaned and grunted as he walked up holding his side. In his mind he was just hoping he was able to make you moan and not pass out at your feet.

Kayce knocked on the door. "Who is it"? Kayce heard your voice and smirked.

"Room service". Kayce disguised his voice.

The door opened and his eyes went wide, you cracked the door open in a towel. You had just got out of the shower.

"Kayce, what are you doing here"?

"Um, I, god you're beautiful". Kayce stepped in, licking his lips. He grabbed you by the waist and captured your lips with his. He closed the door behind him with his boot and your towel fell to the floor.

"Kayce"? You gasped when Kayce lifted you up, your legs immediately went around his waist. His calloused hands dug into your back as he kissed you.

Kayces knees hit the bed and he slowly laid you down. He released your lips and stood back.

You closed your legs and covered your chest. "Don't hide from me". Kayces husky voice made you tremble. Your inner thighs became wet. The heat from your center was radiating off of you.

Kayce smirked as he brought his shirt over his head and threw it across the room. He kicked off his boots and unbuckled his pants, letting them fall to the floor. When he first came he was hurting but as soon as he saw you. What pain?

He was already so hard. He could have hammered a nail with his hard on.

"Open your legs, baby. Let daddy see". Only a few times has Kayce went daddy and every time the night was amazing so you hardly ever done it so it could be special.

You let out a squeak, your legs falling open. Kayce smirked to himself when he saw how wet you were already. He took his middle finger and touched your clit. You thought you could have came right there. You bit your lip to quiet your moans.

Kayce chuckled, his slipped his fingers through your slit with ease, massaging your with his palm. "You like when daddy does this, dont you"? Kayce evil chuckled. You nodded.

Kayce bent down and got on his knees, he grabbed you by the hips and pulled you to the edge of the bed. He started kissing your inner thighs. His beard tickled, but you loved it.

"Mmm". You started to buck your hips but Kayce held you down with his strong hands.

"Someone's eager". Kayce was inches away from your clit, you felt his hot break on your pussy lips. You felt yourself get wetter.

Kayce took the tip of his tongue and flicked your clit. Making you whimper to be touched.

He flattened out his tongue and pressed hard against your clit and started wiggling his tongue.

"Fuck". You gasped, your hand went to his hair.

He sucked on your clit, his middle and index finger teasing your entrance then slowly pushing in. It was driving you crazy for him not to be rough on you.

"Daddy". You moaned his name and he went faster. It encouraged him to go rougher. His fingers went in deep and rough. His middle finger pushing against your g-spot. "Oh fuck". One hand tangled in his hair and the other one holding on to the sheets.

"I'm gonna cum". Kayce sucked you clit as he looked up at you, his fingers never losing their pace. "I'm cumming. I'm cumming". You screamed over and over as you felt your first orgasm take over your body. It trembled and shaked as he kept fingering. He let go of your clit with a pop. Your hand reached down and stopped his. You couldnt take it.

"Such a good girl for daddy". Kayce grinned smacking his lips as he climbed up your body. He helped you scoot up the bed. His eyes never leaving yours. You let out a giggle, a blush upon your face.

"I just wanted to say...". You cut Kayce off by a kiss to the lips.

"Shut up and fuck me". You pulled Kayce on top of you. Wrapping your legs around him, a knot tied with your legs so he couldnt go anywhere.

"Yes, ma'am". Kayce gladly did as he was told. He lined himself up and pushed in. God, he stretched you in all the right places.

"Fuck, baby". Kayce mumbled into your skin of your chest. He started kissing along your collarbone, kissing your neck.

Kayce picked up his pace and his thrusts were deep and long. His hands resting on your back.

"I love you. I'm sorry for being jealous". Kayce spoke between kisses and thrusts.

"I forgive you". You kissed his chest and nibbled at his ear lobe. "I love you so much. Fuck". You threw your head back into the bed when Kayce thrusted in the right angle. God, did he know your body or what.

"You gonna cum again"? Kayce chuckled as he felt you start to squeeze his cock. You let out a whimper and a nod.

"Cum for daddy". Those words sent you straight to the stars. Your orgasm exploded around Kayce. His cock still thrusting as your orgasm still fired away. He was close. So close. Your walls were milking him.

"Fuck". Kayce grunted, his head fell to your chest as he came. His hot seed covered your walls. You wrapped your arms around him and held him as both your orgasms exhausted both of you. You laid there until he went soft and he pulled out of you. Getting under the covers, Kayce pulled you into his arms with a kiss to your sweaty forehead.

"I'm truly sorry that I always let my jealousy get in the way of our relationship. I'm going to work on that. Because I know you would never cheat on me". Kayce said as he cuddled you in more.

"I would never cheat on you, ever. Especially after that. Holy fuck that was amazing. You definitely out did yourself there Mr. Dutton". You giggled, moving a piece of hair from his face.

Kayce chuckled. "You'll have my sister to thank for that. She told me what you wanted".

"So you did talk to Beth and found out that I'm a good girl". You teased.

"I know that's a lie. But I know that you want me and I want you. I was just being bullheaded. I'm sorry".

"I forgive you. Now". You cleared your throat. "How bad are your ribs hurting"?

"Not to bad. Why"? Kayce eyed you.

"I want a ride again, cowboy". You pushed him on his back and climbed aboard the Kayce train. You were never getting off no matter how jealous Kayce was or how angry you were about it. You both loved each other and that wasn't going to change.

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just-another-blog-of-fluff · 3 years

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Rainy Sunday Morning

Word Count: 2,500

So this is actually an old one I wrote, but I thought you all may enjoy... I had posted a condensed version of this on my main account (I try not to barrage other people too much with my ❤️ for cute tickles 😅), so if you happen to follow me there it may look familiar.

I just love the concept of Loki learning about normal, everyday Midgardian things 😂

It was a rainy Sunday morning, and most of the Avengers were out on a mission. It didn’t bother you much that you weren’t invited to this one, given they didn’t anticipate the need for your healing powers. Quite frankly, it was nice to have a day to just relax without Cap there to pressure you to go do some training.

You sat alone on the couch in the living room of the Avengers compound, feet propped up on the coffee table and laptop perched on your outstretched legs. The rain outside pounded rhythmically against the roof and streamed down the huge windows, blurring the view of the gray sky. Most people would complain about this weather, but you found it calming. It was also a great excuse to stay inside and play games on your laptop.

With one last click, you put the finishing touch on your Sims mansion. You’d spent all morning perfecting your Sims to look exactly the same as their real-life counterparts, meticulously adjusting facial features and selecting realistic attire for each individual. Finally satisfied, you were ready to play with your virtual Avengers family.

Giggling to yourself, you got to work setting up some fictitious relationships. You’d had a crush on a certain Asgardian for quite some time, and if you were being honest with yourself, the main reason you’d decided to create this Avengers Sim family was to live out your fantasies on the computer screen. You couldn’t bring yourself to tell him the truth in real life. Sure, you’d finally started to become friends after having been with the Avengers for the last four months, and he often sought you out as a sparring partner in the training room. But honestly, you felt that he was a bit out of your league. I mean, an Asgardian god couldn’t possibly be interested in a mere mortal like yourself, magic powers or not.

Watching your virtual crush flirting with you made you feel giddy, thinking about how you would feel in real life if he were to look at you the way his Sim likeness was doing right now. You had him flirt with your Sim enough to finally get the ‘First Kiss’ option to pop up. Feeling a bit childish as your heart beat faster, you clicked the button and watched as your Sims pressed their lips together, little pink hearts floating around their heads.

“What are you smiling about?” The smooth, baritone voice made your heart jolt in your chest. Slamming your laptop shut with a snap, you looked up to find the Asgardian in question standing in the doorway, staring at you. He leaned casually with his forearm against the door frame, his jet-black hair framing his sharp jawline and perfect cheekbones. His blue-green eyes were alight with mischief, and the corners of his mouth were turned up ever so slightly in an amused smirk.

“Oh… nothing exciting. Just looking at funny memes,” you replied quickly, folding your hands on top of the laptop. You’d recently taught Loki what a ‘meme’ was. At first, he’d complained that they were full of “uneducated humor,” but when you’d shown him some good ones you’d found about Tony, he started to see the appeal.

“Funny memes?” he asked, taking a few steps forward. “I’d like to see.”

Damn. Didn’t think that through…

“You wouldn’t be interested in these!” you insisted, trying to maintain a casual tone of voice. “They’re… about your brother!”

“Thor? Actually, I’m very interested,” he argued, taking a seat on the couch beside you. “Are they embarrassing? Do they ridicule him?”

“No… they’re uh… making fun of you.” You mentally slapped yourself. You are a terrible liar! Loki tilted his head, a mildly irritated expression crossing his face.

“Me? Let me see them.” He reached over to take the laptop off your lap, but you quickly pulled it away, out of his reach.

“You can’t see them. It’s a… secret.”

“Secret?” He chuckled, smirking again. “You really think you can keep a secret from the god of lies?”

“… Yes.” Your heart was beating faster and sweat started beading on your palms. Loki reached for the laptop again, but you grasped it tightly, wrapping your arms around it and holding it flush against your chest. He raised his eyebrows and gave you a pitying look.

“Are you really going to make me take it from you?”

“I’d like to see you try.” You clutched the laptop close. Loki grabbed hold of it and started tugging, trying to pull it out of your grasp. You held fast, the computer not budging even a little. Scowling, Loki shifted to grab hold of the bottom of the laptop with one hand and continued to pull, dragging you across the couch.

“Norns mortal, how is your grip this strong??” he growled through gritted teeth, trying to pry your fingers off without success.

“I’ve… been… training,” you huffed in response, tightening your arms around the laptop. “Don’t... break it! You’ll... owe me... a new laptop!” Loki let go and flopped back against the couch, taking a moment to rest and think. You smirked. “What’s wrong? Still not used to losing to a ‘mortal’?”

Suddenly, Loki lunged at you across the couch. You shrieked and turned your back toward him, bringing your knees to your chest to protectively encasing the computer with your body. Your heart started racing as his arms wrapped around you, his hands grabbing at your wrists to try to pull them away from the prize. Even during your sparring matches you’d never gotten this close to him, his hair brushing against your cheek as he wrestled for the laptop.

“Just let me see it!” he commanded.

“Never!” you shouted. He shifted his grip to grab the computer underneath where your inner elbows were pressed against it. His fingers grazed your sides and you squeaked, immediately hoping he wouldn’t notice. He stopped for a moment, letting go of the computer as you panted to catch your breath from the struggle. Suddenly, you felt him place one finger on each side, lightly tracing the sensitive skin through your shirt. The effect was immediate, causing you to stiffen and inhale sharply.

“Ticklish, are we?” he asked, his voice low in your ear, his tone laced with mischief. You shook your head violently, biting your lip to resist the urge to laugh. “Still not ready to yield?”

“N-no.”

“Fine.” Without warning, he dug all of his fingers into your sides, squeezing rapidly. You shrieked, leaning backward into him involuntarily. You fought to maintain your grip on the laptop, but it was becoming more and more difficult as your mind screamed to block your sides from Loki’s ticklish onslaught.

“NOT FAIR!” you shouted, pulling your arms down against your sides as much as possible while still hugging the laptop to your body.

“Ah-ah, it’s too late to set the rules to this little game of yours,” he teased.

He slowly worked his way up your sides to your ribs, expertly scratching between each one with his torturous fingers. You started giggling uncontrollably and squirmed around, trying to sit up to escape.

“STOP STOP STOHOHOP!” you cried, pulling your arms down against your sides as much as possible while still hugging the laptop to your body.

“You know how to make it stop.” His hands shifted to tickle under your arms. Your muscles were growing weak from laughter and Loki was unrelenting. You rolled side to side trying to evade his hands, still unwilling to admit defeat. Growing impatient, Loki started to randomly knead his fingertips up and down both sides, finally breaking your resolve. Your fingers slipped off the sides of the computer and he snatched it out of your hands, quickly scooting to the other side of the couch so you couldn’t take it back.

“Damn you…” you groaned, sitting up and turning to see what Loki was doing. He opened your laptop and shot you a sly grin, flaunting his victory. The screen booted up again and you squeezed your eyes shut, preparing for the humiliation that was to follow.

“What is this??” he barked, making your eyes fly open again.

“Ha!!” you exclaimed, pointing at the screen. The laptop had been closed for so long it had defaulted back to the log-in screen, and Loki didn’t know your password. “It hurts to lose, doesn’t it?” He whipped his head around to glare at you, sending a shiver down your spine. He placed the laptop down on the coffee table, his gaze still fixed on yours. A slow smirk spread across his lips, looking positively evil as his eyes gleamed with mischief.

Before you could react, he had lunged at you again, grabbing you around the waist and dragging you into his lap. He resumed his tickle attack with renewed vigor, his merciless fingers darting up and down your sides.

“Tell me the password, Y/N,” he hummed. You’d rather he just shout at you; his soft, smooth voice in your ear was making you incredibly flustered. You shook your head, grabbing feebly at his wrists and wriggling to escape his hold. He brought one hand down to scratch behind your knee, making you kick out in protest. “You know you want to tell me.”

“NO!” You weren’t ready to give up yet; he couldn’t see what was on that screen, you would never live it down. His fingers moved back up to your torso, taking notice as your squirming and laughter became frantic when he grazed the sides of your stomach and refocusing his attack there.

“Do you yield?” he urged, applying more pressure with his fingertips. You couldn’t even move anymore, just lay there and take it. But you were determined not to lose this battle, so you managed to shake your head weakly. Loki glanced down and noticed your shirt had ridden up a bit on one side, and so he took advantage of it by skimming his fingertips against your bare skin. Your eyes grew wide, and you grabbed hold of his hand.

“ALRIGHT!! I yield! I yield!” you begged, going limp as he finally released you. Slowly, you grabbed your laptop and typed in the password, reluctantly thrusting it into his lap and folding your arms across your chest in defeat. Your Sim house popped back up on the screen, but time had apparently continued on without you playing so your Sims had thankfully gone about their business.

“You really are a terrible liar, Y/N,” Loki snickered. “What is this game you’re playing?”

“It’s called The Sims,” you responded curtly, still pouting.

“This one here looks like my brother…” he noted, squinting at the screen. “And here… this one looks like the spider boy.” He glanced up from the screen to look at you, eyes twinkling with amusement. “Are these meant to be the Avengers?”

“… Maybe.” Your cheeks prickled with heat as he let out a soft, throaty laugh.

“So, wait, then, where is… ah, there you are!” He pointed at the screen, where your Sim double was currently cooking dinner. “I must admit, it does look like you.”

“I worked hard, it better look like me,” you muttered, scowling.

“Did you create one for me as well?”

“Uh…”

“You did!” Loki smirked as his own Sim walked into the kitchen, then his face twisted into a scowl. “Do you really think I would wear such a hideous Midgardian outfit?” Despite still being annoyed, you couldn’t help but laugh at his indignant expression. “How do I change the clothes?”

“Here, I’ll show you,” you offered, scooting over so you could point out the dresser to him on the screen. It took him a few minutes to scan through the different clothing options before he finally selected one (“How do you expect me to choose from this garbage?!”). When he’d finally exited the ‘select outfit’ screen, the smoke alarm went off in the game, and the camera panned automatically to the kitchen where your own Sim was now jumping and screaming in front of a flaming oven. “Ah, I see you’ve also set your cooking skills in the game to match your real-life abilities.”

“Hey!” you exclaimed, punching him in the shoulder playfully (mostly).

“Can Sims catch fire?”

“Well, yes, but…”

“Can Sims die?”

“Yes…”

“Excellent.” Loki scanned the house, finding Tony’s Sim and instructing it to walk into the kitchen where the flames were now spreading across the counter.

“No!!” you cried, leaning over and shoving his hand off the mouse pad so you could cancel the ‘go here’ action. “You can’t kill my Sims!”

“Fine. I’ll just have to make my own later.” You rolled your eyes as you clicked back on your own Sim and had it extinguish the fire before Loki could virtually murder your friends. “Now you’re going to make them eat your horrible burnt food?”

“Just have them order a pizza or something, if it bothers you that much,” you quipped.

“Can these Sims interact with each other as well?” he asked, clicking on his own Sim (which, much like his real-life counterpart, had simply sat in the kitchen and calmly watched as you’d put the fire out yourself). “There is a mischief option!”

“Yes, your Sim is naturally good at that…” Loki directed his Sim to ‘start a preposterous rumor’ with your own Sim. “Wait, what is this bar at the top?” You glanced up to where he was pointing and cringed. He’d found the relationship indicator, which showed a fairly full pink romance bar after all the flirting you’d had him doing earlier.

“That? Oh, that’s…” You tried to come up with a lie quickly, but your brain couldn’t seem to function fast enough. It didn’t matter anyway, because he’d already moved the cursor to hover over it and read more.

“What do we have here” Loki turned to look at you, his smirk growing impossibly wider. You looked down, unwilling to meet his gaze as your face flushed a crimson red. “Are our Sims romantic partners in this game?” You didn’t answer, which was answer enough for him. “What else can these Sims do together?” You glanced up at the screen to see him sifting through the ‘romance’ interaction options, snickering as he selected the ‘make out’ interaction.

“Loki!” you squeaked, your throat suddenly very dry. You covered your face with your hands to try to hide your embarrassment. Loki set the computer back down on the coffee table and pried your hands away from your face gently.

“You know, while this game is quite amusing, I’d much prefer to court you in real life.” Suddenly, his hands were cupped around your face and his lips were connecting to yours, kissing you gently at first, then more passionately as you finally realized what was happening and kissed him back. His lips were surprisingly cold, but soft against your own. You reached up and wrapped your arms around his neck, tangling your fingers in his hair. When you finally pulled away, you couldn’t help but allow a huge grin to cross your face. “Really, Y/N. Was it so terrible to show me your little game?”

“Maybe I should have done it sooner.” You leaned back into him and locked your lips with his, preventing him from teasing you.

Yes, you always knew you enjoyed lazy, rainy Sunday mornings.

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thimbil · 3 years

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Having some thoughts about the references and inspirations used for the Bad Batch’s designs.

So Boba Fett is my absolute favorite character and Temeura Morrison was perfect casting. I went to see the 2008 TCW movie in theaters because I was so excited to see him again, even if he was animated. You can imagine my disappointment. Whoever was on screen was not Temeura Morrison. You could sort of see a resemblance if you squinted and didn’t think too hard about it. They replaced Temeura with Racially Ambiguous G.I. Joe. If I didn’t know better and someone told me the animated clones are space Italians from the moon of New Jersey I would buy it. One Million Brothers Pizzeria and Italian Bistro. Not that there’s something wrong with being space Italian, I just don’t think it’s the right choice for the Fetts. The design got slightly improved by season 7 but it still bugs the hell out of me.

I did eventually get into the show later and (of course) got invested in the clones. Unfortunately, they were largely sidelined by the Jedi storylines. Out of the two new main characters created for TCW, Ahsoka definitely got more development and focus than Rex. When they announced The Bad Batch, I was excited to see a show specifically devoted to the clones… at least that’s what it said on the tin. We have all seen what lurks beneath those stylish helmets.

Jango Fett, you are NOT the father.

So who is?

Based on interviews with Filoni, it sounds like the Bad Batch was a George Lucas idea. And like all his ideas, it’s super derivative. The original trilogy directly lifted elements from sci fi serials, westerns, and samurai movies, more specifically Kurosawa films like The Hidden Fortress. For The Bad Batch character designs, the influence is obviously American action and adventure movies.

Now let’s get specific. Bad Batch, who’s your daddy?

Hunter

Sylvester Stallone as Rambo in First Blood 1982. That bandana has become an integral part of the iconic action hero look. You see a character wearing one and it’s a visual shorthand for either “this character is a tough guy” like Billy played by Sonny Landham in Predator 1987, or “this character thinks he is/wants to be a tough guy” like Brand played by Josh Brolin in The Goonies 1985 or Edward Frog played by Corey Feldman in The Lost Boys 1987.

Hunter’s model is closest to the original clone base. If you look closely you will see the eyebrows are straighter with a much lower angle to the arch. His nose is also not the same shape as a standard clone like Rex, including a narrower bridge. It’s certainly not Temeura Morrison’s nose. Remember what I said about space Italians? It didn’t take much to push the existing clone design to resemble an specific Italian man instead of a specific Māori man. The 23&Me came back, and Hunter inherited more than the bandana from Sylvester.

Crosshair

The long narrow nose, the sharp cheekbones, the scowl. That’s no clone, that’s just animated Clint Eastwood. Not even Young and Hot Clint Eastwood from Rawhide 1959-1965. With that hair, I’m talking Gran Torino 2008. The man of few words schtick and family friendly toothpick in lieu of cigar are pure Eastwood as The Man With No Name from Sergio Leone’s spaghetti westerns A Fist Full of Dollars 1964, For a Few Dollars More 1965, and The Good the Bad and the Ugly 1966.

In a way, this is full circle because the actor Jeremy Bulloch took inspiration from Clint Eastwood for his performance as Boba Fett in ESB.

Wrecker

In an interview Filoni lists the Hulk as an (obvious) inspiration for Wrecker. Ever seen the old Hulk tv show from 1978? Well take a look at the actor who played him, Lou Ferrigno. Would you look at that. Even has his papa’s nose.

You could make the argument that Wrecker was influenced by The Rock, an appropriately buff ‘n bald Polynesian (Samoan, not Maori) man. But look at him next his Fast and Furious costar Vin Diesel and tell me which one resembles Wrecker’s character model more.

Tech

Tech is a little trickier for me to place. If he has a more direct inspiration it must be something I haven’t seen. That said, his hairline is very Bruce Willis as John McClane in Die Hard 1988. His quippiness and large glasses remind me of Shane Black as Hawkins from Predator 1987. In terms of his face, he looks a but like the result of McClane and Hawkins deciding to settle down and start a family. Although, Tech’s biggest contributors are probably just everyone on TV Trope’s list for Smart People Wear Glasses.

And finally,

Echo

Oh Echo. Considering he wasn’t created for the Bad Batch, he probably wasn’t based on a particular character or movie. But if I had to guess, his situation and appearance remind me a lot of Alex Murphy played by Peter Weller in Robocop 1987. However, Robocop explored the Man or Machine Identity Crisis with more nuance, depth, and dignity. Yikes.

The exact tropes and references used in The Bad Batch have been done successfully with characters who aren’t even human. Gizmo from Gremlins 2: The New Batch 1990 had a brief stint with the Rambo bandana. I could have picked any number of characters for Defining Feature Is Glasses but here is the most cursed version of Simon of Alvin and the Chipmunks. Suffer as I have. Marc Antony with his beloved Pussyfoot from Looney Tunes has the same tough guy with a soft center vibe as Wrecker and his Lula (also a kind of cat). Hell, in the same show we have Cad Bane sharing Cowboy Clint Eastwood with Crosshair. I actually think Bane makes a better Eastwood which is wild considering Crosshair has Eastwood’s entire face and Bane is blue.

So we’ve established you don’t need your characters to look exactly like their inspirations to match their vibe. So why go through the trouble and cost of creating completely new character designs instead of recycling and altering assets they already had on hand? Just slap on a bandana, toothpick, goggles, and make Wrecker bigger than the others while he does a Hulk pose and you’re done. Based on the general reaction to Howzer it would have been a low effort slam dunk crowd pleaser.

But they didn’t do that.

So here’s the thing. I like the tropes used in The Bad Batch. I am a fan of action adventure movies from the 80s-90s, the sillier the better. I am part of the Bad Batch’s target audience. Considering what I know about Disney and Lucasfilm, I went in with low expectations. I genuinely don’t hate the idea of seeing references to these actors and media in The Bad Batch. I don’t think basing these characters on tropes was a bad idea. If anything it’s a solid starting point for building the characters.

The trouble is nothing got built on the foundation. The plot is directionless, the pacing is wacky, and the characters have nearly no emotional depth or defining character arcs. They just sort of exist without reacting much while the story happens around them. But I can excuse all of that. You don’t stay a fan of Star Wars as long as I have not being able to cherrypick and fill in the gaps. This show has a deeper issue that shouldn’t be ignored.

Why do the animated clones bear at best only a passing resemblance to their live action actor? In interviews, Filoni wouldn’t shut up but the technological advancements in the animation for season 7. So if they are updating things, why not try to make the clones a closer match to their source material? Why did they have to look like completely different people in The Bad Batch to be “unique”? Looking like Temeura Morrison would have no bearing on their special abilities and TCW proved you can have identical looking characters and still have them be distinct. In fact, that’s a powerful theme and the source of tragedy for the clones’ narrative overall.

Here’s Filoni’s early concept art of Crosshair, Wrecker, Tech, and Hunter. (Interesting but irrelevant: Wrecker seems to have a cog tattoo similar to Jesse’s instead of a scar. Wouldn’t it have been funny if they kept that so when they met in season 7 one if them could say something like “Hey we’re twins!” That’s a little clone humor. Just for you guys 😘)

None of these drawings look like the clones in TCW, much less Temeura Morrison. Let’s be generous. Maybe Filoni struggles with drawing a real person’s likeness, as many people do. But he had to hand this off to other artists down the line whose job specifically involves making a stylized character resemble their actor. Yet the final designs missed the mark almost as much as this initial concept. Starting to seem as if the clones looking more like Temeura Morrison was never even on the table. It wasn’t a lack of creativity, skill or technical limitations on the part of the creative team. I don’t think there is an innocent explanation. They went out of their way to make the final product exactly how we got it.

This goes beyond homage. They could have made the same pop culture references and character tropes without completely stripping Temeura Morrison from the role he originated. It was a very purposeful choice to replace him with more immediately familiar actors from established franchises and films. It wouldn’t shock me if Filoni, Lucas, and anyone else calling the shots didn’t even think hard or care enough about the decision to immediately recognize a problem. And I don’t think they believed anyone else would either. At least no one whose opinion they cared about. Those faces are comfortingly familiar and proven bankable. They are what we’re all used to seeing after all. They’re white.

Lack of imagination, bad intentions, or simple ignorance doesn’t really matter in the end. The result is the same. Call it what it is. They replaced a man of color with a bunch of white guys. That’s by the book garden variety run of the mill whitewashing. There’s no debate worth having about it. For a fanbase that loves to nitpick things like whether or not it’s in character for Han to shoot first or Jeans Guy in the Mandalorian, we sure are quick to find excuses for clones who look nothing like their template. Why is that? If you don’t see the problem, congratulations. Your ass is showing. Pull your jeans up.

#star wars #the bad batch #unwhitewashtbb #wrecker #crosshair #tech #hunter #echo

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Hot Chocolate.

Pairing: Chris Evans X F!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Requested: Nope

Warnings: Mentions of blood

Summary: Chris Evans has seen this woman a couple of times before. Turns out, she's a good friend of Scott's, and the two brothers are supposed to meet at the park that day.

Author's Note: Hiya peeps! A lot happens in this fic and I hope it makes sense... Enjoy!

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Chris paused in his tracks when he saw her. He had seen her around a handful of times. She was standing between two groups of men, scolding both the groups as the men hung their heads low in shame. "Now can we all apologize to each other and play nicely?" she huffed, placing a hand on her hips. "Yes Y/N," they drawled, the groups united and they began playing their game again— dodgeball.

A smile bloomed on Chris' face. She was the mother of the group. Every friend circle had a mother hen, and that was… Y/N, they said? She was the only girl in the group of 7, but just as badass as all the boys. "Chris, Chris!" He snapped out of his thoughts and turned to see his brother, Scott, running towards him. "Hey man." The two men hugged and Scott glanced around.

His eyes lit up when he saw Y/N. "Y/N/N!" At the loud yell, Chris' eyes went wide as Y/N looked over at them, her lips forming a smile so beautiful that Chris was rendered speechless. "Scott!" she exclaimed happily, running towards them. Unfortunately, she happened to trip over a small rock and stumbled forward, landing on her front with an 'oof' and a groan.

Scott simply laughed as Chris ran forward, terrified. He helped her up, offering her his arm. She clutched it when her head started spinning. "Still as clumsy as ever," Chris' brother snorted and Y/N narrowed her eyes at him. "Still as immature as ever. Be more like your brother, dude, he helps." The tip of Chris' ears turned pink as Scott rolled his eyes.

"Mind introducing me to your friend?" Chris spoke as Y/N dusted the front of her t-shirt. "Right, this is Y/N Y/L/N, a very good friend of mine. Y/N—" She cut him off by waving her arm in dismissal. "Who doesn't know Chris Evans? It's very nice to meet you, sir." Chris grinned at her. "Chris will do just fine, darling." Scott huffed at the nickname.

"That's my best friend, douche."

"And what about it?" Chris countered, turning to Y/N with a worried look when she groaned. "What happened?" he asked. "I skinned my knee and ruined my pants." The three of them turned to look at Y/N's legs; her pants were torn on the left knee and blood was seeping into the pants through the wound. "That's not a skinned knee, that's a whole wound!" Scott yelled.

"Well, now I know why it hurts so much," she laughed in defeat, leaning on Chris. "My house is nearby, why don't we go there? Get you cleaned up," Chris offered. "Boys!" Her group of friends turned to them. "I'm going with Scott!" They shouted their goodbyes to Y/N and hellos to Scott, getting back to their game. "You know the guys, too?" Chris asked his brother.

"Yeah, man, as if I'm going to let her hang out with just any group of men. Let's go to your place, can't wait to see Dodger again," Scott grinned. The three of them left the park, Y/N doing her best not to fully lean against the handsome man who was almost carrying her at this point. She had had a crush on Chris Evans ever since she became friends with Scott; that was almost 10 years ago.

Imagine holding onto a crush for that long.

How did Chris not know her if she was such good friends with Scott? That will forever remain a mystery, he thought.

"So, Y/N, what do you do?" Chris asked her to take her mind off the wound that was now starting to throb badly. "Last year PhD student," she answered, hissing. "Nice, nice. Which subject are you getting your PhD in?" he smiled. "Law. I love A Starting Point, I never miss an episode." She looked up at him, giving him a small grin. "That means a lot, thanks."

"If this is your version of flirting, change it. It's very boring."

Scott snickered as Chris and Y/N both gave him glares. Soon, they reached Chris' house and Chris opened the door. Dodger was asleep in the sitting room and Scott immediately ran over to the dog, petting him. Chris, meanwhile, took Y/N to the bathroom. "Take a bath, you have mud all over you. I'll keep clean clothes outside." She let go of Chris' arm and he immediately wished she hadn't done that.

"Oh, but uh… your clothes…" she stammered, blushing furiously. Chris rubbed the back of his neck, shrugging. "Don't worry, I'll find something that fits. I'll also keep a towel outside." She nodded and closed the door when he left. Chris went to the stairs only to see Scott standing at the bottom of the stairs, his hands on his hips. "What do you want?" Chris sighed.

"Ask her out, please!" the younger man groaned as Chris went to the guest bedroom, taking out the towel kept in the cupboard in the room. "It's not that easy," Chris muttered, walking to his room. Scott followed him. "Why not? You were blushing so much when I introduced you to her," Scott pouted. "She is gorgeous, I agree but— but what makes you think she'll wanna go out with me?" Chris startled when Scott burst out laughing.

"That woman has had the biggest crush on you ever since the first Captain America movie came out, okay? There's no way she is going to say no to you. I have to warn you, though, if you ever break up, I'm breaking your kneecaps." Chris gave his brother a shove, but a smile bloomed on his face when he went downstairs, a towel, a loose t-shirt and a pair of shorts in his hands.

"Y/N?" he called out, knocking on the door. "Just leave the clothes outside, I'll get them!" She called out from inside. "Do you want anything to drink? Hot chocolate, maybe, tea?" he offered out of the blue, leaning against the door. "Hot chocolate sounds nice, thank you!" He nodded and went to the kitchen. Y/N, when she heard his footsteps echo away, shuddered in pleasure.

Oh my God, was she really going to sit there and have hot chocolate with her crush and his brother, who happened to be her good friend? She quickly got out of the tub, wincing when her knee jolted with pain. Y/N grabbed the towel and dried herself off, careful about avoiding the wound which had not stopped bleeding.

She put on her bra and panties, flushing when she realized that the t-shirt Chris gave her was slightly see-through. She put it on anyway, also wearing the shorts. "Um, Scott?" she called out upon walking out of the bathroom. "Yes, babe?" he yelled from the sitting room and she walked outside, sitting next to him. "Did you not clean your wound?" Scott sighed when he saw her knee.

"It won't stop bleeding, I think I have to bandage it," she groaned, leaning back on the couch. "Should I help with that?" Both Scott and Y/N turned to see Chris standing there, holding three mugs of hot chocolate. Y/N's breath hitched, he wanted to clean her wound? "That would be amazing!" Scott agreed with a proud smirk. Chris rolled his eyes at his brother and kept his mug down.

"I'll bring the first aid kit."

"Scott," Y/N hissed as Scott hurriedly finished his hot chocolate, slamming the mug on the table. "I just got an urgent text message, I need to go," he smirked at her. "Shut up," she growled when he got up, ruffling her hair. "Enjoy your date," he crooned, leaving the house before Chris could return with the first aid kit. Y/N simply sat there and clutched her mug, imagining it was Scott's neck instead.

"Where did Scott go?"

Chris blinked when he walked back into the sitting room. "He got an urgent text, he had to go." Chris saw right through the lie. "That bastard," he grunted under his breath but Y/N heard and giggled. "Language," she chided jokingly and he grinned at her, sitting on the floor in front of her. "Why did it not stop bleeding?" he asked as he carefully cleaned the wound.

Y/N moaned in pain when the ball of cotton dipped in antiseptic came in contact with her knee. "I don't know," she muttered, a tear leaking out of her left eye as he continued wiping the blood away. "Aw hey, don't cry, it'll be fine," he whispered softly, leaning up to flick the tears away when he heard a sniffle. "Yeah I know, sorry…" He shook his head as he tied a bandage to her knee.

"Don't apologize, I know it hurts. You gotta be brave, though." She nodded when he stood up, keeping the first aid kit away. He washed his hands and came back to examine his work. A spot of blood was visible on the bandage. "Feeling better?" he smiled at her, sitting next to her with his own mug of hot chocolate. He took a sip; it had gotten a bit cold but he could manage.

"A lot. Thank you so much, Chris, you're awesome."

"All my pleasure, darling. Wanna watch a movie?"

She shrugged and he switched the TV on. Y/N kept her empty mug on the table as he flipped through the channels, stopping when he saw that Mr and Mrs Smith was playing on one of them. "How about this one?" Y/N nodded and leaned back against the couch, smiling to herself when Chris rested his hand against the backrest, almost dropping his arm around her shoulders.

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Y/N's eyes started drooping with sleep half an hour into the movie, the bath, the hot chocolate and the 2 hours of exercise in the park finally catching up to her. "Sleepy?" Chris chuckled softly when she yawned, rubbing her eyes. "I should probably get going or I'll fall asleep right here," she laughed, turning to get up but Chris grabbed her hand. "Sleep here, I'll wake you up in a few hours," he insisted.

Y/N bit her lip in apprehension. "You shouldn't walk, not when your knee is like that," Chris tried again, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth when he saw Y/N's expression. "Okay, fine." Chris smiled hugely when she relaxed against the couch. She yelped when he brought her closer to him, making her rest her head on his chest while he put an arm around her shoulders.

"I got you, sleep." Y/N snuggled further into his comfortable arms, not believing this was happening but not wanting to ruin the moment. Chris switched off the television, taking his phone out as he rubbed her back with his left hand, lulling her to sleep. When she finally fell asleep his hand rested against her hip, holding her to him. He opened the messaging app, rolling his eyes when he saw messages from Scott.

Did you two kiss??????

Chris smirked to himself, took a quick selfie of him holding Y/N in his arms, and sent it to Scott. The man replied within seconds.

OMG

I'm warning you again

If you break her heart

I'm breaking your kneecaps

You're breaking my kneecaps

Yeah I know that

Don't worry I'm not going to break her heart I promise

Good

Gtg fr this time bye

Bye

Chris kept his phone away for a moment as he adjusted himself; getting comfortable while also making sure Y/N was comfortable. Then he picked up his phone again, opening Instagram as his arms went around Y/N's waist.

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"Mm!"

Y/N stretched her arms above her head as she opened her eyes, blinking when she realized Chris was not next to her. "Chris?" she called out, sitting up. No response. She couldn't even hear Dodger's bark. Where was he? She stood up and waddled all over the place, yelling Chris' name. Finally sure he wasn't at home, she groaned and plopped down on the couch.

She was alone at Chris Evans' house.

"Damn it," she muttered, suddenly spotting the three mugs that were still on the table. Well, Chris had shown her such wonderful hospitality, she should only return the favor, right? Smiling, she got up and grabbed the mugs, taking them to the kitchen. She laughed when she saw a mountain of dishes still in the sink; she was lazy when it came to doing dishes, too.

Taking out her phone and playing songs, she kept her phone on the kitchen counter and started washing the dishes. It was the least she could do for him after he let her stay at his place for— she checked the time; almost 5 hours. She had been here for almost 5 hours now.

"Dodge, come on bud, time to go home!" Chris shouted and Dodger came running over, leaping into Chris' arms. The man laughed and they walked back to his house. When they entered, though, Chris was a bit surprised; he could hear songs playing in the kitchen and the unmistakable sound of water running. Quietly tiptoeing into the sitting room, he peeked into the kitchen and saw Y/N.

He gulped; the sight of her wearing his clothes, standing in his kitchen doing the dishes for him was something else. She was singing along to the songs, not at all aware of his presence. "Y/N." She yelped and almost dropped the plate she was holding, turning to look at Chris. "You scared me!" she laughed, giving him a huge smile.

Unable to help himself, he strode forward, took her face in his hands and pressed his lips to hers.

Y/N kissed him back, wide-eyed. "What was that for?" she whispered when he pulled away, panting. "You didn't have to," he spoke instead, running his thumb across her bottom lip. "It's the least I could do," she chuckled when he took the sponge out of her hand, keeping it to the side. He easily picked her up and set her down on the counter, reconnecting their lips.

"God, you're so awesome. Please stay for dinner," he pleaded after their 15 minute make out session got over. "Okay, I will," Y/N giggled, putting her arms around his shoulders. He carried her out of the kitchen and they sat down on the couch, Chris holding her on his lap. "Where were you? You took Dodger for a walk?" Y/N asked him as Dodger sat near the table, closing his eyes.

"I did, yeah. I also filmed another episode of ASP, you were out cold for a long time," he laughed. "I know, I haven't been getting enough sleep lately, this must've been the breaking point. Thanks for not waking me up." He gave her a kiss on the forehead, smiling. "Of course, darling."

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A/N: Thanks for reading, leave a like if you enjoyed!

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