#hockey self insert

[moonstruckme]

helloooo, i have a request if its possible♡

since we got figure skater! Sirius..... Do you think we could get hockey player! James x figure skater! reader? Maybe they go to the same place but the place where they practice its kinda shitty so its literally kinda like an across the hallway situation where the hockey practice happens on one ice rink and when you leave you can walk thru the ice rink of the figure skaters that its on another section of the place IDK I'M NOT AN ARCHITECT SORRY

BUT THE POINT ITS, that one day James leaves practice later than usual and he's walking to get out but he heards his favorite song playing and he goes to see whats up because its his favorite song ever! and goes to the other ice rink and sees the reader practicing and inmediatly he has the biggest crush ever and its almost dreaming about a house and three kids with that cute girl

idk i think i explained myself like sht but hope you like the idea! cause i think it would be soo cute

Hi lovely, you explained yourself perfectly! Thanks for being so patient with me, I hope this is alright <3

hockey player!James x figure skater!reader ♡ 718 words

James’ entire body is pleasantly sore, and he’s very much looking forward to going home to a nice, hot shower. 

“Do you and Moony want to go get breakfast tomorrow morning?” he asks Sirius as they leave the locker room. The two of them had taken longer than usual changing out of their gear, Sirius filling him in on the absolute hell week Remus had at his new job. To hear Sirius talk about it, all the other professors are simply jealous of Remus. James is sure that’s partly true, but he’d bet they need less reason than that. Somehow, James had thought leaving school would mean emerging into a more mature world, but adults seem just as petty as teenagers. Maybe pancakes and a good, uplifting chat would do something to take the sting out of Remus’ first week and help prepare him for the next. 

Sirius cuts James a sideways look, gray eyes narrowed. “Breakfast at what time?” 

“I was thinking six, six thirty.” Sirius scoffs, and James grins. “Only joking. How’s eleven?” 

“Still too early,” Sirius grumbles, “but we’ll go.” 

James bobs his head, pleased to have a course of action for helping his friend. “Ask Moons where he feels like going, and just…” He hears a faint, familiar melody. “...just let me know.” 

“Sounds good.” Sirius pushes open the door, but James has stopped. He’s looking back towards the rink, intrigued. “Coming?” 

James waves him off. “In a bit. See you tomorrow.” 

Sirius makes an amused sound, not unused to James’ diversions, and goes. 

James follows the sound of his favorite song, unabashed about bopping his head to the beat as he approaches the rink. He knows figure skaters sometimes use the rink after his hockey practice has wrapped up, and he absolutely has to see who’s choreographed a routine to this. He comes to a stop near the edge of the bleachers, and watches through the tempered glass as one lone skater launches into a turn. 

This wouldn’t be the track James would have thought of for a figure skating routine, but frankly, you’re doing it justice. Your movements are springy and nimble as you glance across the ice, one complicated-looking move to the next to the next. It seems like both skates are never touching the ground for more than half a second. There’s a lot to be said, probably, about your skill, your technique, but James is a philistine. All he can think about is how pretty you look. 

You’re gorgeous. Stunning. Graceful in your movements and seraphim in your countenance. A wisp of hair has freed itself from the confines of the rest and whips about your face, but you don’t seem to notice it, your gaze steady and lips just slightly pursed in concentration. 

James would never tell his friends because they’d mock him to hell and back, but he does believe in love at first sight. Only under particular circumstances, though. The sight has to be good enough—meaning, he has to see some aspect of who that person is behind a pretty face. You certainly do have a pretty face, and you’re dancing to his favorite song, and James doesn’t understand how he could ever be expected to not be totally enamored with you after this one spectacular look. He worries that if you glance over, you’ll see him with giant cartoon hearts boinging out of his eyes on springs. 

The song ends, and you spin to a stop. James’ breathing stops, too, as your gaze lands on a point not ten feet to his right. He wonders if he’s being creepy. It’s not like this is a private rink, and James wouldn’t be weirded out if he spotted someone watching him running drills or something (actually, if it were you he’d be over the moon about it), but he’s been told not everyone feels like he does about that stuff. And though he hardly thinks of himself as intimidating, James is also a big guy. He wants to woo you, not spook you.

You skate to the edge of the rink to restart your music, and James slips out. He hears it blaring softly behind him, and he probably looks like a total idiot when he grins and dances out the front door. An idiot in love.

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[coffee-at-annies]

I feel like I should go on record and say that I don’t love the night of assist aviator jackets. They’re fine but boring. They’re baggy and plain and the only good thing about them is you know they’re designed to cater exclusively to Sid’s top gun fetish. I mean cmon they should also come with aviators to complete the look and if you’re gonna give us a zipper the least the boys could do is do us the favor of having it be unzipped down to the navel. Where’s the closeup on the boys arms in those things? You can’t see their shape under there unless you have a microscope. Not even Jars, who loves to serve cunt while giving us nothing and refusing to show me us his tiddies is serving anything in that.

I will say. The one person who is serving tonight is Colby. Army is living his best gay life, he gets to flirt with Getzoff and Potash every other night while waxing poetics about Sid’s big body. I mean look at that! Look at him.

He’s in a cute little pilots outfit and he’s definitely serving to Sid. What he’s serving, I shan’t say. He’s definitely gonna have the captain come up to his cockpit for a joyride later if you know what I mean.

#chit chat #penguins hockey #this is both a hater and an appreciation post #I don’t love army but when he’s on his third big body and Sid euphemism and story I’m like okay army you ship it and I support you #army out here living his best life and writing sid crosby/self insert fic on main #and we love that for him

[circusgoth-dotcom]

Only Dreams

Ship: Dante Hicks & Bear (platonic), Jay x Bear x Silent Bob

Word Count: 936

Summary: Processing the grief of canon: The Fic. Bear has a bad dream about Dante dying and he comforts them about it.

Tag List: @canongf @futurewife

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Bear gasped as they jolted awake to their alarm- they had set up their radio to turn on two hours before they needed to be at Mooby’s, and even though Mr. Blue Sky was now softly floating in the air, they felt horrible. Reaching up to rub their eyes, they found their cheeks were wet with tears. Behind them, Jay stirred, waking up just enough to kiss their shoulder and neck. When they didn’t murmur a “good morning” in response, Jay stretched and attempted to be more present.

“Hey, pookie, what’s up??” He asked, his voice low and drowsy.

“I had a bad dream,” they whispered back. In front of them, Silent Bob was waking, too.

“Shit, that’s no good…. you’re supposed to wake up all refreshed and shit…. do you wanna talk about it??”

They shook their head before burying their face in Silent Bob’s hairy chest, briefly making him open his eyes before sighing contently and shutting them again. Jay began to rub their back.

“That’s okay. You’re sure you wanna go to work at fuckin’ Mooby’s today, feelin’ like this?”

They suddenly sat up, nodding vigorously and startling Silent Bob. “I have to see Dante.”

“Shit, alright,” Jay yawned as Bear wriggled their way off the bed, rushing to get ready. Jay and Silent Bob ambled along behind them, content to take things at their own pace.

“What do you think they dreamt about?” Jay asked Silent Bob while Bear was in the shower. “I mean, they were all upset ‘n shit one moment, now they’ve got their fuckin’ boxers in a knot about gettin’ to fuckin’ work on time, I don’t get it.”

Silent Bob shrugged.

“I also don’t fuckin’ get how him and Dante are still close after breaking up, aren’t exes supposed to be all bitter and shit??”

Silent Bob opened his mouth to respond before being cut off by Bear entering the room in his uniform.

“You boys ready?”

“As we’ll ever be.”

They went out to catch Bear’s bus, then did their usual routine outside of Mooby’s, a quick round of kisses before the boys went about their loitering and Bear entered the restaurant. He was glad to see Dante was at the counter and rushed over to hug him from the other side of the counter.

“Good morning Bear-- woah! Okay. What’s this for??” He was briefly surprised but slowly relaxed into the gesture.

“‘M sorry….” Bear mumbled, “I just…. I had a stupid dream, that you died, and I was really scared and sad….”

Dante held them at arm's length. “Hey, hey, I’m not going anywhere. Your brain’s just being a jerk.”

“Hey, I thought you two broke up,” Randal interrupted as he entered the scene.

“And I thought I told you that we’re still friends,” Dante reminded him with an annoyed tone.

“Psh, yeah, like friends grip on each other like that. And why does gummy bear over here look so constipated??”

Both of them rolled their eyes as Dante’s hands fell away from Bear’s shoulders.

“Not constipated, just dealing with my rampant emotions, unlike you,” Bear quipped as he glided around the counter.

“Yeah, well, emotions are for pussies, of which you still have yours.”

Dante held Bear back from elbowing him in the stomach. “Dick….”

“Can’t we all get along for one morning???” Dante asked exasperatedly. He then turned to Bear, who still seemed a bit anxious about his dream, lowering his voice. “If you want to talk about how you’re feeling, we can pop into Becky’s office real quick.”

Bear nodded and Dante squeezed their hand encouragingly. “Randal, do your job.”

“Yes, mom,” Randal responded sarcastically as Dante took them away. They sat down in Becky’s office, a small but cosy space with dim, comfortable lighting.

“So, what happened in the dream, if you don’t mind my asking?”

“We were back at the Quick Stop, funnily enough…. you, er….” He felt his mouth going dry. “Had a heart attack. They couldn’t save you.”

Dante frowned, holding onto their hands. “I can see why that’d shake you up. Oh, Bear…. like I said, I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere, I promise you.”

Bear nodded. “It was just so…. real. You’ve got so much more life left to live, I-I can’t bear to think about not doing this every day, with you….”

“Yeah, but this isn’t really living, is it?” Dante smiled slightly. “I really need to travel more….”

“We should plan a trip to Coney Island, all this time living in approximation to New York and I’ve never been.”

“That would be fun. Though, Randal will likely want to go, too….”

Bear sighed lightly. “Bring him along. Jay and SB would be tagging along, anyway, can’t leave them alone for too long or they do shit like sell fireworks to unaccompanied minors.”

Dante made a sound somewhere between shock and amusement. “Wow.”

“Yeah…. honestly, I don’t know how they got along before me. Like chickens with their heads cut off, I guess.”

“You know, if you don’t mind my saying, I was completely flabbergasted when you turned up after that year in San Francisco, hanging out with them. But it’s nice to know even guys like that can find their slice of happiness.”

Bear beamed. “I didn’t have it in the forecast, either, but sometimes…. you just find your people. Thank you, Dante, I’m…. feeling better, now.”

“Good.” He stood and offered his hand. “Let’s get to work?”

He took it. “Don’t you mean let’s mooove out?” He snickered. Dante laughed sarcastically, though he was smiling as they got to their feet.

#self shipping #self shipping community #safeshipping #platonic f/o #self insert x canon #self x canon #self insert oc #oc x canon #circus scripts #🏒What Are You Looking At Ya Hockey Puck (Dante)🏒 #🏒Jackass 2 (Randal)🏒 #🧢The One That Talks (Jay)🧢 #🧢Cute Motherfucker🧢 #🐻🍃.s/i

[hugheses]

You think Briss would date a teacher?

why would you ask me, a jack hughes archival blog, this

#anon you and i exist in very different spheres #apologies if this is harsh/you don’t know the reference but fr tho you are in the wrong place 😭😭😭 #i don’t know exactly where you should be asking this. but it is very much not me #if this is like… self insert stuff that’s not my cup of tea but even if it WAS i have posted about brendan brisson ONE TIME 😭 #if you are a teacher hoping to date professional hockey player brendan brisson then godspeed to you. but that’s simply none of my business

[saltysideblog]

Angel 💙

#angel #evangeline st amour #the batman oc #blood tw #scopohobia tw #dc oc #original character #self insert #my art #villain oc #hockey mask #hockey stick

[crossbackpoke-check]

If I was an NHL player I would steal everyones sticks all the time. Also, I would skate past opposing team members and call them a bitch for no reason.

is matthew tkachuk in my inbox????

but for real i would too,,, me 🤝 you 🤝 stick stealing trash gremlins (affectionate), i absolutely would not be good enough to be a Skills Guy so my skill would be “bitch”. a lá brad marchand i would also lick people and i would NOT say no homo

#liv in the replies #for the longest time i just had [insert hockey player] in my inbox because i couldn’t decide who i wanted to pick #your alternative options were travis konecny kris letang tj oshie jakub voracek evgeny kuznetsov etc etc #there is a certain bitchy ray gremlin-ness needed for this feel free to self-assign a player at will

[matchocolate]

after knowing each other for like 9 years my friend and i were talking about fanfiction and we both realized there are two completely different kinds that you can encounter and never even know about the other like shes a "you meet jackson wang at a house party and become fwb" girl and im a "javert/valjean 450k slowburn enemies to friends to lovers" girl

#y/n #i had NO idea self insert rpf was such a huge thing i thought it was a couple people on twitter #she was showing me wattpad i was like ???? and then i showed her ao3 and SHE was like ????????? #she didnt know ppl wrote ff that WASNT self-insert rpf #im still having culture shock over it #i dug up the hockey rpf which was what i thought she was talking about and she (a hockey fan) was SHOOK #bc the hockey players fuck each other and not the self insert #she has a chrome extension that replaces (your name) with her actual name legend behavior

[comicalwenger]

working in hockey is so funny like i can’t believe some of you want to genuinely fuck these people

#some of you are writing self insert fanfiction about them….about men who don’t know how to pronounce abroad #it’s be one thing if they were like idk basketball or football players #but these are hockey players #the epitome of just some guy

[theblackace]

🚧 Blog Under Construction 🚧

I've been a hockey fan for most of my life, and, for reasons beyond my control, never got to actually get into playing, so I've finally decided to write/create a universe in which this happens. This is largely inspired by and based on the Be A Pro mode of EA's NHL video game series, but will include:

Virtual photography

#Fashun for appearances

Created news articles

RPF that yes, is self-insert so...sorry (or not)

Assorted hockey content, some as inspiration and some because it made me laugh

This is a side blog, which for now has asks and comments enabled; don't be a dick. I've had a terrible experience in fandom spaces with fics before, largely attributed to homophobia, and I don't want to live through that again. Hockey is for everyone.

P.S. Sometimes I get horny for certain players.

Tag List:

the actual fanfic posts

game photos

character informations

reference material

#hockey fanfiction #self-insert RPF

[321spongebolt]

From "Tiny Toon Adventures", I chose Buster, Babs, and my OC, Babes as those are the only three characters I know to be rabbits. With Babes, however, he's magical by default given he was born with genie blood.

#meme template #Tiny Toon Adventures #Tiny Toons #Buster Bunny #Babs Bunny #Babes Bunny #Babes “The Magnificent” Bunny #Genie #genie boy #magical boy #ice hockey player #my oc #self insert #colored pencil art #pencil art #my art

[sailoryooons]

Boyfriend Material | jjk (m)

☾ Pairing: Hockey Player!Jungkook x f. Reader 

☾ Summary: Jungkook isn’t boyfriend material – except when he is.  

☾ Word Count: 2,127

☾ Genre: FWB, Hint of Angst, Smut

☾ Rating: 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging and reading this content. It contains explicit content and any minors discovered reading or engaging with this work will be blocked immediately. 

☾ Warnings: Friends with benefits who are very obviously pretending not to have feelings, being in a confusing relationship that is basically a relationship without titles, feelings of confusion and self-doubt, lying to oneself, mentions of some toxic interactions with other people/women, repressed feelings, explicit sexual content including oral (f. receiving) in the shower, honestly, in general, some very cliche/stereotypical conflict you’d find in a relationship with someone of status 

☾ Published: March 23, 2024

☾ A/N: This is a self-insert of one of the most confusing relationships I have ever had in my life and I will die on the hill that no one should date athletes because 98% of them are the rule, not the exception no matter how much they seem like it! TRAUMA!!! Also, should I have been dating a professional athlete for the sport I worked in? No!!!! This is for all the people who have been in a not-relationship-that-is-a-relationship why the fuck do people do that like it is okay to have feelings and call ur partner ur partner?? 

☾ A/N 2: This is drabble number six for the Drabble Challenge that I have been utterly failing at! Today I rolled for ‘athlete’ but I didn’t feel like writing actual sports so I was like :) I worked in sports for ten years, I can just share a glimpse of my life when I was 23 years old :) Enjoy 

☾ Disclaimer: All members of BTS are faces and name claims for this story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment or representation of real-life people. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are not representative of real-life scenarios.

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“Fuck, I’m so tired,” Jungkook groans, leaning back in the chair and stretching his arms. Sun beats down on his golden skin. You feel the heat of it on your back and the top of your head. It’s pleasant, the cool spring breeze threatening to send the napkins on the table running. “Wanna lay out at the pool?”

Finishing the rest of your coffee, you nudge the empty plate away from you. Where once an eggs benedict had stood is now smears of leftover yolk and a single onion you missed when eating your hashbrowns. 

“Not sick of me?” you ask, raising a brow. 

Jungkook isn’t looking at you, scrolling on his phone. The bill of his hat is pulled low, hiding most of his face as he squints down at the device held low in his lap. You wait patiently for his answer, running your finger up and down the now-empty glass as it sweats from the sun. 

“Nope,” he answers, popping the end of the word sharply. “Did you ever get your desk fixed? Yoongi said he would fix it if not.”

“I have not.” 

He nods. “He said he’ll swing by this afternoon. We can lay out at the pool at my place and then head to yours after?” 

Your mouth twitches. You don’t say it out loud because you don’t want to risk him backing out, but another full day spent with Jungkook is a surprise to you. Not because it doesn’t happen often – it does. But rather because it keeps happening more often.

Jungkook isn’t boyfriend material. He’d established that the first night he met you at a bar. Him being a professional athlete was a warning sign enough that you didn’t want to romance that but what had come afterward has been nothing short of surprising. 

Friendship and… well. You don’t know how to explain the extras. 

Jungkook isn’t boyfriend material. But you do your groceries together on the weekend. You drop him off at the arena when they’re heading out for a road trip. You take him to doctor's appointments to monitor the knee injury from last season. 

You’re not Jungkook’s girlfriend but he takes you to team events. He lets himself in and does your laundry at your apartment while you’re at work so you don’t have to do it when you come home. He has his teammates fix furniture for you and they’ve asked you to babysit their kids. 

“Babe?” the endearment makes you blink a few times, realizing you’d been staring into your lap. Jungkook’s dark eyes are focused on you now, phone shoved into his pocket. “We don’t have to go to the pool. We can just nap.”

We. Not you. Jungkook is going to hang out with you regardless if you like his original idea or not. Your stomach flips in that way you hate, the way that you know you’re doing everything you said you wouldn’t.

“Sounds good.” 

Jungkook flashes a grin and you become acutely aware that thinking you could be friends with benefits without being anything more was a stupid idea. Jungkook is not made to be resisted, with round eyes that darken when he’s turned on, a giggle that contrasts with the big, broad-shouldered athlete built, a smile that lights up the room and can dispel any tension, a sweet voice that can tempt anyone the moment he pouts or when he decides to pur. 

You were fucked - literally and figuratively - that first night you let him in your apartment. 

Instead of thinking about it, you hide from the truth. Again. Jungkook is not boyfriend material, despite the fact that he pays for breakfast despite your protests, and reaches over the center console in the car to squeeze your thigh. 

“Mmm,” he hums, fingers skating over your flash and making you squirm in the passenger seat. “Warm.”

“I was sitting in the sun.”

“I like it.”

Jungkook likes a lot about you. He tells you all the time, very open about how he likes the way you taste, likes the way you organize your books by color, likes the way you sing in the shower, likes the way you speak in Star Wars quotes. 

Perhaps that’s what makes you the most wary about him. He says he’s not boyfriend material, but his actions betray his words. And you let them, every single time. 

Jungkook smells like sunscreen, sweat, and a little bit of his cologne from earlier that morning. You’re hyperaware of him as you lounge on the cabana bed together, close enough to feel the heat radiating from his firm body. 

His tattooed arm is tossed over his eyes, blocking out the sun as he snores a little. Careful not to knock into him, you lean over him and grab his phone to check the time. You haven’t been lounging in the sun long, but you don’t want him to get a sunburn.

Again. 

You wager you can stay a little longer, placing the phone back down under his discarded shirt where it can hide from the sun’s heat. Sitting back in your spot, you pick up your book from your sweaty thighs as the sound of the gate to the pool yard opening catches your attention. 

Some of Jungkook’s teammates live in the same apartment complex. It’s easier that way, especially for the players who get sent up and down from the minors. You catch a few of the younger players with a few girls you don’t know the name of tugging a cooler on wheels behind them with a speaker blaring. 

Jungkook doesn’t so much as move. He can sleep through anything – has slept through you falling into his gaming setup while trying to get to the bathroom drunk. His slumbering leaves you to watch them head to the beds a few over from yours. 

One of the girls notices you. You don’t recognize her specifically, but she recognizes Jungkook. Looks back at you. Frowns and mutters something to one of the other girls, who is not very subtle as she cranks her head around in your direction. 

You don’t wince anymore. It’s not an uncommon thing, among these circles. You refuse to engage with any of it. You used to tell yourself it was because a casual whatever-Jungkook-is simply isn’t worth the drama. At night, you know you don’t engage with it because you don’t want to know. 

Ignorance is bliss, especially in this dangerously plastic world Jungkook exists in. 

Thankfully, you’re not alone in the matter. Jimin appears out of thin air, dropping down on the empty bed next to you. Namjoon – arguably Jimin’s better half and team captain – is nowhere to be found. Jimin lowers his shades and looks beyond you to the group of now rowdy players. 

“Gross,” he huffs. He slides his glasses back up the bridge of his nose and stretches out on the bed like a cat. Jimin doesn’t play, but he certainly has the body of an athlete, all fine lines and corded muscle. “Ignore them.”

“I was doing that already.” You lift your book as if to prove yourself.

He snorts. “You were thinking about it, be honest.” Your silence is answer enough and Jimin grins, lacing his hands behind his head as he tilts toward the sun. “Don’t let Jungkookie burn again.”

“I’m not,” you huff before snapping your book shut. Jimin is in the circle of player’s partners that you genuinely enjoy, but he has the keen ability to get under your skin and tell you all of the truths that you don’t want to be voiced out loud. Still, having him on your side has more benefits than just keeping the hyenas away from you. He’s also genuinely nice when he wants to be. “Jungkook, wake up.”

The man mumbles and turns his head away from you. You sigh heavily, squeezing his strong, very sweaty arm gently. “Come on, you’re gonna burn if you stay out here any longer.”

“Mm. Feels nice.”

“A sunburn won’t feel nice.”

“You can rub aloe all over me.”

“I will not.”

“Just five more minutes.”

“Jeon.” 

He drops his arm from his eyes, squinting in the bright light at you. His hair is damp with sweat and hangs in his eyes. He’s been growing it out longer and longer, especially since Seokjin keeps encouraging Jungkook by telling him he has the best flow on the team. 

“So you don’t want to rub aloe all over me?”

“You don’t need to get sunburned for me to touch you, Jungkook.”

“Bleh,” Jimin grunts. 

That makes Jungkook sit up, rolling his shoulders and twisting to pop his back. He sighs for a moment, closing his eyes as though willing himself to get up. When he opens them again, there’s a light in them and he smirks, looking you up and down.

“Wanna shower?”

Your mouth twitches and you roll your eyes to hide how much you want to shiver. “Come on,” you sigh, getting up, the fabric of the sunbed clinging to your sweaty skin. 

Eyes cling to you as you pull the sundress over your head and slide your sandals on. You don’t have to glance over at the mini-party a few sunbeds over to know you’re being watched. You suppose they’re watching Jungkook more than anything, but you’re in direct view behind him, grabbing your book. 

You know Jungkook notices them. He says nothing, though. Instead, he offers his hand out when you shove all your belongings in a bag, wanting to carry it. You grin and hand it over to him, smile growing as he shoulders it easily and offers his hand again, this time for you to take.

And you do take it. Perhaps the satisfaction that thrums through you as he leads you out of the pool yard and onto the deck that crosses the lake toward his apartment building is a little bit insidious. You don’t care. The momentary triumph that you shouldn’t be feeling at all is far too powerful and Jungkook’s hand is far too warm and safe in yours to care about why you feel good about the public display of affection.

It isn’t like he hasn’t done it before. Jungkook isn’t shy with others in front of you. It’s what makes the whole thing worse, somehow. Because Jungkook isn’t boyfriend material, but he introduces you to people and friends and slides between your legs to lean on you when you’re sitting on a barstool. He holds your hand when you go on a lunch and shopping spree with your mom and he brings her coffee and flowers. 

Jungkook isn’t boyfriend material, but you don’t care when the shower hits the warm skin and runs down your back as he presses your chest to the cold shower wall in front of you. The cool stone stings against your nipples, over-sensitive and sending a shiver down your spine as your eyes flutter shut. 

Jungkook isn’t boyfriend material, but he curses low under the sound of the shower as he pries your legs apart, tongue seeking the heat between them hungrily. Your mouth falls open as Jungkook’s tongue licks you soft-slow, lips sucking gently against your clit. 

“Shit,” you hiss. The difference in temperatures between the hot water and the cold wall makes the room spin. Steam makes it harder to breathe, your head pleasure-dizzy as Jungkook laughs and rolls his tongue lazily around your dripping cunt. “Fuck.”

Jungkook isn’t boyfriend material, but he eats you out slow and hungry. He doesn’t care that the water starts to lose its warmth as his mouth works you, smacking his lips loudly and moaning, vibrations going straight to your core where you drip on his soft tongue. 

His hands grip your ass, fingers digging into the flesh as he pries you apart further, tongue delving into your aching hole. He slurps at you, mouth loud and sticky over the sound of your panting and the water hitting the tile floor. His little hums of appreciation buzz through you, making the room spin.

“Fuck,” you whisper, pressing your cheek to the wet, cold stone as you try to ground yourself. You twist an arm backward, gripping Jungkook’s wet hair. He lets out a loud groan in appreciation, always pleased when you pull on his hair. “Don’t stop.”

Jungkook isn’t boyfriend material, but he does whatever you want him to. His tongue delves in, working you to orgasm until you’re shaking against the wall, knees knocking together and nearly collapsing on him. He catches you easily, standing and pressing you against the wall as he grabs your chin and brings your mouth toward him, his to devour.

Jungkook isn’t boyfriend material. 

But more than anything, you want him to be. 

#jungkook smut #jeon jungkook smut #bts smut #jungkook fic #jeon jungkook fic #jungkook bts fic #jungkook x you #jungkook x reader #bts fanfic #100 drabble challenge

[streaminn]

Masterlist!

Au's are listed from light to dark (in tone):

Blanket - Wednesday is a solitary prickly raven, it doesn't stop the nightshades from wanting to be friends though. When finally allowed to see the apartment, nightshades meet the hulking beast of Wednesday's roommate who isn't afraid to curl up in their murderous friend's space to sleep. It wouldn't be too surprising if Wednesday didn't just as easily initiate and reciprocate the affection.

Fluffy asf, Enid walks around in a blanket in the mornings and set in college with nosy nightshades.

Streamer Enid - Wenclair are married! Wednesday is a world renown horror author and actress. Enid is known as Endespair, an outcast streamer who simps over Wednesday Addams.

Post canon! Usually fluff with secret identity + social media shenanigans

Coffee (started by @theblackwolfalpha) - Enid's the owner of a coffee shop nearby. Lowkey looks like a front for a drug shop and Wednesday is the ceo enamored with the owner coffee. But being enamored doesn't stop the fact that Wednesday always looks ready to kill someone and now Enid's a worried worker.

Fluffy asf, theyre adults and Wednesday is awkward to hell and back. Enid's just vibing and working, wondering if weds is a serial killer

Demon Baby - Enid finds a demon baby in college, gets bonded with said Baby and Wednesday is the demon out to kill the baby. Somehow they end up living together and playing house.

Fluffy asf with suggestive works bc they're adults and lowkey married

She's the man - Enid is a sheltered teen who has to crossdress as her brother for reasons and attends nevermore for senior year. She figures herself out and ends up growing closer to how she is in canon! Wednesday has a crush on Enid, actually everybody has a crush on enid because she's nice. Wenclair is endgame though.

Has omegaverse themes for werewolf lore. Crack treated seriously

Hockey Enid - Wenclair meet one time as children in the winter. They grow close until Enid has to skeddadle away. Wednesday teaches Enid how to ice skate and now they're both grown ups pining over their childhood sweethearts. Enid thinks Wednesday hates her for leaving, Wednesday is simply awkward and really loves Enid. She loves her enough that she writes hockey RPF about a self insert and Enid. Enid finds this out and tries to court Wednesday with the fic as a reference.

Wednesday is a figure skater with Divina and Enid is hockey player with Yoko, they meet again because Yokovina are dating

crack treated seriously + mutual pining with misunderstandings

Jericho Online - Wenclair are childhood friends who met in this mmorpg game. Enid ghosts Wednesday for reasons as a preteen and in basic Wednesday fashion, grows a grudge because her digital wife straight up abandoned her. Adult Enid is a college student studying criminology and ends up logging in after so long. Wednesday is a streamer who was live when this happens and the two reunite in game after years.

Mutual pining and petty Wednesday, featuring a downbad chat.

Isekai - Enid gets yeeted into an isekai world as a preteen, she has characteristics of a werewolf similar to canon and fucks up the storyline by making the addams family more socially aware. Enid is a little shit of a butler and wednesday is an spoilt princess who wants her to herself.

Lowkey crack treated seriously with mutual pining wenclair

Parasyte - its a damn au, idk how to explain this. Enid gets smacked with a curse where her wolf instincts/negative feelings get manifested as this little symbiote-esque creature named Nine. She has to play impulse control while having a crush on Wednesday.

Spider Enid - Enid is spiderman. She goes by Beast to enemies or Fluffy to children. Wendesday is black cat stealing addams artifacts to make sure it doesn't land in bad hands. Enid has a crush on wednesday since they were children and Wednesday knows that Enid is spider man, she takes that opportunity to tease her with the mask.

Pining wenclair set in highschool with secret identity shenanigans.

PJO - Being a demigod is damn tiring but surprisingly Enid is alive at the ripe age of 30 smth. She has a lil found family and a cafe, so she's happy and oh? Whats a goddess doing here? Wednesday is the goddess of death and Enid is the reincarnation of her first love.

Slice of life, found family and a fuck ton of angst in Enid's backstory but overall pretty chill

Reincarnation - Wenclair are reincarnations of Goody and her beau Rosaline. Enid is haunted by nightmares and Wednesday keeps getting way too fluffy dreams of a smiling werewolf. Enid is all the more clingy to wednesday because she helps her sleep better.

fluffy, bother to lover wenclair with dark undertones but nothing too big

Military School - Post canon, Enid gets sent to a military school after imprinting on Wednesday during the hug. It takes a year or so until they get a chance to reunite but both are different. Wednesday is all the more open to make up for enid's absence and Enid wilting into a shadow of herself at the loss of Wednesday.

They meet again at an international outcast school tournament and Enid is distressed because Wednesday looks like she forgot about her. So she's bitter and plans to win the tournament to prove a point. Wednesday is lovestruck and simply happy to see Enid.

Friends to enemies? (more bitter rivals on enid's end) to lovers wenclair. Omegaverse (non sexual), dehumanizing and violent themes with focus more on werewolf lore

Tongues & Teeth - Post canon, takes place in the second semester after the nevermore break. Something happened to Enid during the winter and she's different when she comes back. All you need to know is that Enid wants Wednesday and she'll do anything for that.

Mutual pining wenclair but neither of them know. Dark themes are more prominent here.

Bodyguard Enid - Wednesday doesn't come back after season 1 and Enid is distraught because they're mates + separation anxiety. A decade passes and Enid is given the opportunity to guard Author Wednesday. Alot of pining, longing and pretty angsty in Enid's end.

Adult themes like violent thoughts, horrible coping mechanisms and more are here

Streamer Wednesday - same nevermore years as streamer enid. Wednesday streams herself writing and outcasts are more feared so now chat is worried about the werewolf lurking around in the back.

Wenclair are in a codependent relationship so there are adult + serious themes

Eldritch Farm - Enid and yoko are women set in medieval times who wake up to a life where they have wives. It freaks them out but they're rolling with it. Enid is a farmer, yoko is a winemaker.

Adult themes here because eldritch beings are terrifying. Usually hidden by fluff and slice of life.

Devotion - Enid is stuck at home, Wednesday is an eldritch being tethered to enid. Enid is going insane with every ritual she has to do but she's in love so likeee

Adult and dark themes, Wednesday is crazy

Stalker Enid - Enid admires wednesday alot, enough to start taking pictures to appreciate this new addition to her life. Enid is lowkey insane but wednesday is surprisingly into it. Enid is also a touch delusional.

dark themes for obsessive behavior but wholesome for some reason. Delves into how Enid didn't mean for it to escalate but it does bc that's just how stalkers are.

Scent Blind - College wenclair set in omegaverse. Enid is a beta built like an alpha. She has the equipment but she can't leave the marks nor has the same amount of virility. Wednesday is an omega with too sensitive of a nose. They're friends with benefits because wednesday says she wants the heat to pass faster, Enid agrees because its better to be intimate with wednesday then nothing.

sexual acts and themes, set in omegaverse but alot of feels and sentimental thoughts

Priest - Enid is a holy apprentice/priest and Wednesday is a demon. Wendesday wants to corrupt Enid and Enid wants to hold hands with the new pretty girl in town

not that dark, but it sure is sexual because wednesday is using lust as her main form of temptation before changing tactics the closer they get

Ortegaverse, otherwise known as Enid x... Ships are in order from when it happened:

Can also include just content with Enid x character!

Enid x phoebe - in junior year during winter break, Enid stays in nevermore due to straining family relations and meets phoebe a year before babysitter: the killer queen happens. They get close and Enid gets her first girlfriend and first heartbreak because phoebe leaves without warning by the time the new year comes.

Enid x tara - in the first semester break of senior year, Enid spends the time in new York where she gets decked by Tara after being confused for one of the ghostfaces tailing her. Short yet intense romance that lasts about a week or two where Enid goes through the shit in scream 6 with Tara. They couldn't work out because Tara had things to sort out and she didn't think it would be fair for Enid.

There's like, a whole debacle nearing the end of senior year where phoebe and Tara goes to Nevermore to see if they can have a chance with Enid but we're ignoring that so i can explain the rest of the ships.

Enid x Wednesday - after graduation, Enid spends the summer with the Addams in their manor. It's there that she gets really close with Wednesday, however feeling guilty because she's free loading, she runs away to gather as much money she could to pay them back. Wednesday is not happy with that and thus starts a chase that Enid is not even aware off.

Enid x vada - a few years after Enid decides to skedaddle from the Addams, she stumbles across a coffee shop and meets Vada. They end up rooming with each other for a bit but they both had their own issues and Enid is still sore about free loading and thinking that she isn't worthy to basically barge in someone's life like this.

Enid x lorraine - after the whole Vada fiasco, Enid is running low on money and stops by the day farm to recuperate for a bit before leaving. She somehow gets roped into being their farm hand and she ends up growing closer to the Day family's daughter, Lorraine. Except... This is in nowhere of Houston and outcasts are still seen as demons to most normies. After the events of X, Enid is once again on the run after she turns to save Lorraine

Enid x Mabel - twenty five and on the run, enid stumbles across drug dealer Mabel. On the run from the darker sides of life, the two get married!! they're very very healthy and actually have a child named May!

Everything is totally okay from here onward

#masterlist #Parasyte au #Spider Enid au #Pjo au #Reincarnation au #tongues & teeth au #Bodyguard Enid au #Streamer Wednesday au #Eldritch farm au #Devotion au #Stalker Enid au #Scent blind au #Priest au #Enid x phoebe #Enid x tara #Enid x wednesday #Enid x vada #Enid x lorraine #military school au #Blanket au #Coffee Enid au

[circusgoth-dotcom]

You Know I'm Such A Fool For You

Ship: Dante Hicks x Bear

Word Count: 1082

Summary: Retconning my first Jay/Bear/Silent Bob fic a little bit to accommodate for the realization that me and Dante are exes coded FHHDHJDJ. The Break-Up Fic.™️ Takes place a year before the first Clerks movie. CWs for canon-typical suggestiveness, somewhat time period accurate discussions of gender and sexuality, break-up.

Tag List: @canongf @futurewife @rexscanonwife

Clarice Check and Dante Hicks had been dating for three years now; his first post-high school romance. Clarice was an arcade attendant, and Dante was a clerk at the local Quick Stop Grocery, and as Randal put it this made them “perfect losers by nature.” Clarice didn’t care, however, or at least tried not to let Randal under their skin, for as much as he stepped on their toes he was unfortunately conjoined at the hip with Dante. To date Dante was to tolerate Randal’s existence. Outside of that, Clarice could say they thoroughly enjoyed their time with Dante. Sure, he didn’t always make the best decisions, but he was sweet and easy on the eyes.

While they usually ran errands before they had to work in the afternoon, one morning Dante had convinced them to come hang out at the Quick Stop. After all, they always liked the place, and Dante promised he’d buy them any snacks they wanted. It was cozy, familiar. A place where memories could be made.

“Oh great, you invited the spooky bitch into our humble abode?” Randal commented as he came into the convenience store with the morning paper. Clarice, who had been sitting on the counter and talking to Dante, flipped him the bird.

“Love you, too, asshole.”

“Come on, it’s not like they’ve never been in here before. Besides, they have off today, so I thought I’d take advantage of the company,” Dante explained.

“And that makes me what, minced meat?”

“How are you going to keep him company if you’re manning the video store?” They then reached over and affectionately stroked the side of Dante’s head. “Besides, I don’t think you give as good of behind-the-counter blowjobs as I do.”

Dante’s face burned while Clarice grinned and Randal looked both disgusted and impressed at the quip as he tossed the newspaper onto the counter.

“I could give Dante a fantastic blowjob if I wanted to.”

“So you admit that you’re also Dantesexual.”

“No, I’m just saying that my head game is ten times what yours is.”

"You want to prove it, Scandal Graves??"

"Guys, need I remind you that you're talking publicly about my dick?!" Dante butt in, his face the same shade of the cherry slushies the Quick Stop supplied. Of any way the morning could've started, he certainly hadn't been manifesting this.

“Tell your boyfriend to stop flirting with me on the job,” Randal spoke with an air of finality as he turned to return to RST Video.

“At least show some respect, you ass!” Dante called after him. “Sorry about that, Clarice.”

They pursed their lips. They had been debating for a long time on when they would tell Dante about the self-exploration that had practically coincided with the two of them dating. It was something they had known about themself for a long time, but the world wasn’t exactly kind to people like them, so they had swallowed the feelings up until recently.

“Would you still date me if I was a boy?” They asked absently, turning around on the counter to face him. Dante’s expression became one of confusion and internal conflict.

“I… I don’t know… I’ve never really been attracted to guys. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, I guess… why do you ask?”

Clarice stifled a scoff. “The only real difference would be that I’d have a penis, Dante. I’d still be the me you fell in love with… assuming you are in love with my personality and not my banging ass.”

“Of course I am,” Dante caressed their cheek before quickly clarifying, “in love with your personality, yes, I fell in love with you because you’re smart, and funny, and creative…”

“Then why not date me if I had a body like yours?”

The more Dante’s brow creased, the more Clarice’s heart began to ache, and the more they wanted to suddenly be far away from this place.

“I didn’t say I wouldn’t--”

“But you hesitated.” They then began to ramble, unable to stop their leaky faucet from becoming a full, pouring speech. “Dante, I don’t think I’m a girl. I’ve never felt that way. Before middle school, you don’t really think about that sort of thing, but the second I hit puberty… I’ve never felt so violent toward my own body since then. I don’t want to have tits. I don’t want to have a vag! I want to look like you, I want to be perceived as a man, respected! And I love men, so either way… if I was born a man or if I find a way to become a man now… I’m going to be targeted.” They buried their face in their hands. It was exhausting to finally put it all into words. Silently, Dante wrapped his arms around them, resting his chin atop their head.

“It’s okay,” he whispered. Even if he couldn’t understand what they were going through, Dante hated to see them in such pain. They inhaled sharply as they rose their head again, making Dante pull back. No tears had escaped them, but everything felt hot and prickly and stiff.

“Can we be done?”

Dante’s eyes widened. “What??”

“Dante, I love you, but I can’t stay here anymore, in this relationship and in New Jersey.”

“Oh. God, well…” He ran his hands over his face. He felt like he had been sucker-punched in the gut. “Where… where are you going to go??”

Clarice sniffed and shrugged. “I don’t know. I’ll figure it out.”

He sighed heavily, beginning to pace. “Why leave? C-can’t we work this out?”

They shook their head. “No, Dante. No. This is… a time in my life where I have to be alone for awhile.”

“You never have to be alone, Clarice.”

They looked away from him. “Alone doesn’t mean lonely, Dante.” They hopped off the counter and took his hands to keep him from walking away. “You’re a wonderful guy, Dante. And it’s been a wonderful us. And I will never regret this.”

Dante hugged them tightly. “I just don’t want to see you get hurt.”

“We can keep in touch… but you have to let me go.”

This drove Dante to a few, quiet tears. “Alright. Alright.” They pulled away from each other, looking into each other’s faces one last time. “Goodbye, Clarice. I love you.”

“Goodbye, Dante. I love you more.”

“And then they walked out of the Quick Stop and out of my life.” “Fuck, dude, that’s harsh.”

#self shipping #self shipping community #self insert #self insert x canon #self insert oc #oc x canon #gay self ship #trans self ship #platonic f/os #🏒What Are You Looking At Ya Hockey Puck (Dante)🏒 #🏒Jackass 2 (Randal)🏒 #🐻🍃.s/i #circus scripts #q'd

[buttercupjosh]

Underneath the Stars

(Gif credit to @jonasiegenthaler)

Word count: 3,075

Warnings: none

Genres: established relationship, fluff, self-insert

A/N: I’m back at it again by participating in @wyattjohnston’s Summer Fic Exchange and this is my story for @ilyasorokinn, written with the very handsome Nico Hischier. I hope that you like it. I’m sorry in advance that it kinda goes by fast and about the timeline format but I just wanted to try something different. I also decided to challenge myself a bit more by writing adding some dialogue so please bear with me if the conversations aren’t that great. This is an established relationship story (so there’s no meet cute this time, which was a challenge for me to not write one). I’ve also never been to New York City before so I used Google to help me and I apologize for any inaccuracies. Title and some of the story elements comes from Underneath the Stars by Mariah Carey (which I highly recommend listening to). There are also some elements of the journey across NYC events that take place in “The Sun Is Also A Star” by Nicola Yoon (book). As always, I’m open to any and all feedback, comments or questions; just put them in my inbox or dm me. Thank you so much in advance for reading, I appreciate it😌 (P.S. I have other stories (linked here) that I have written for other players as well if you want to check it out)

Optional/recommended listening: Underneath the Stars by Mariah Carey

“Who needs a crowd when you’re happy at a party of two?” -Late To The Party by Kacey Musgraves

7:05-10:00 pm

Another Devils season had yet again come to an end without making the Stanley Cup Final. It was a bit disappointing but the nice thing about being eliminated early is that you had some additional time to spend with your boyfriend, Nico. You were excited to see him but you knew your time together would be bittersweet. You were granted a summer sports medicine fellowship opportunity in California but that meant that you would spend the whole summer away from Nico and you would not be able to visit him in Switzerland either. Nico was happy for you, achieving something that you worked really hard for, but he was also a bit sad that you wouldn’t be able to spend the off-season together and be in the same place without worrying about the hockey season for a few months. You and Nico had been separated at times before, while he was away on road trips, but this felt much different. 

For your last outing together before going your separate ways, you agreed to go into the city to watch the Mets play against your favorite team, the San Francisco Giants. Yes, although you were dating the captain of a hockey team, your favorite sport was baseball. Despite being surrounded by others, the PATH train ride into the city felt like you were the only 2 people on board. During your trip, you noticed that the light from the waning sunset bathed Nico in the warmest glow. Before you knew it, you were in New York City and continued the rest of your journey. After taking the main NYC subway, you arrived to your destination at Citi Field and had a lot of fun at the game. It was so nice to enjoy your favorite pastime with Nico and it didn’t hurt that he looked good in a baseball jersey as well. Every time you watched a game, Nico always asked you questions about what was going on since baseball isn’t as popular in Switzerland. It was fun to be on the other side as the one explaining the game to him, just like he would explain things to you when you watched his beloved soccer together or had questions about hockey. One nice memory that was made during the game was singing along to “Take Me Out to The Ball Game”; the song was such a classic and Nico even joked that there should be a hockey version of the song, which made you giggle. Your time together at the game flew by and to your delight, the Giants won.

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10:10 pm-10:15 pm

After the game, you planned on taking the subway together back over to New Jersey but Nico could sense that something was off on your walk to the station.

“Hey, what’s wrong? You look upset.” Nico asked with a hint of concern in his voice.

“I’m sorry, Nico, I just don’t want this night to end. I’ve been having such a good time with you and I know once you leave, I won’t see you for a while,”  you replied, trying to hold back tears. 

Nico felt the same way, he knew he would go back to Jersey, go to sleep, and have to wait months before seeing you again.

“It doesn’t have to end, my love. What else should we do then?”, Nico said with a smile on his face.

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10:40 pm-12:56 am

After your conversation, you decided to go to a late night showing of Spiderman: Across the Spiderverse at Alamo Drafthouse. Before the movie, you and Nico stopped at a nearby bodega to get some snacks to sneak in. Nico didn’t care if the snacks were a bit unhealthy because it was the off-season and although it was wrong to sneak in outside food, it’s not like the theater employees were going to kick you out anyways. There weren't many people around for the showing so it was almost like the movie was shown just for the two of you. During the movie, Nico subconsciously put his arm around you and tried to pull you in closer; he would miss movie nights with you. It was a rare opportunity for him to just sit down and relax with his lover. The movie itself was super amazing and after the movie, you and Nico had a lengthy conversation about the events of the film.

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1:00 am-2:00 am

Sleep may be an athlete’s secret weapon but even at 1 am, Nico still had energy. You ended up having a game night at Brooklyn Bowl since it was the only fun place that wasn’t a bar that was still open. Of course, being an athlete meant there was a competitive side to Nico so he was trying his best to win the game. You, on the other hand, were just having fun and didn’t care as much about winning. Nico’s goal was to get a strike but he kept knocking most of the pins down except for 1 or 2 so when you got a strike in your casual play, Nico was ecstatic. He lifted you up in the air and spun you around, making you laugh. All of the other patrons must have thought he was drunk but no, he was just sober and so happy for you. You were slightly embarrassed by your boyfriend’s excited gesture but you didn’t care because yet again, he made you laugh. Hearing you laugh was a sound that Nico would miss while you were apart from each other. Despite striking out, you didn’t win the game and Nico never achieved getting a strike but he had more points so winning allowed him to gain even more energy for the rest of the evening.

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2:30-3:00 am

Since Brooklyn Bowl closes at 2 am, there was still time in the night and exhaustion hadn’t hit either of you yet so you and Nico headed back towards Manhattan. Nico decided that the best way to expel some of his extra energy was singing and bopping around. Nico’s actions inspired an activity. You decided to go for a late-night karaoke session at a karaoke bar called Karaoke Boho Orchard in the Lower East Side. Thankfully, this karaoke bar had private rooms so you wouldn’t have to worry about singing on stage in front of strangers. 

Nico wanted to sing first and he dedicated “Lover” by Taylor Swift to you; it was a song that you loved dearly. Although Nico’s vocals were a bit off-key, you were so in awe observing him sing and you began to quietly tear up a little bit. While you were wrapped up in your bubble of awe, you didn’t quite realize that Nico had finished singing; you didn’t even think about what song you were going to sing. After scrolling through the song catalog, you serenaded Nico to “Always Be My Baby” by Mariah Carey. The song reminded the two of you that no matter what separates you, you’ll always be a part of each other. Nico’s heart began to fill with so much amusement and joy with your musical tribute. Listening to you enunciate the words of the song sounded almost like poetry. If Nico wasn’t weak in the knees with loving you from before, watching you sing to him made him hit the ground. After you completed the song, Nico suggested singing a duet together and you settled on “Islands In The Stream” by Dolly Parton and Kenny Rogers. Although it was cheesy, singing love songs to your lover and with your lover reminded you both that the love you shared was so strong. For the rest of your time, you and Nico continued to sing different songs. It was so much fun singing and dancing together; it was a side that rarely came out but whenever it did, you both always had a good time.

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3:00-3:45 am

The karaoke room was paid by the hour but Nico was a bit hungry so the two of you made a quick stop at Katz’s Deli since it was the only food place open nearby. The restaurant was surprisingly not filled with many people so you and Nico sat close to the walls; observing the wall photos, trying to figure out who the famous faces were.

“Do you think I should tell them who I am so I can get my picture on the wall?” Nico jokingly asked while you waited for your food to come out.

“Nico, you do know this is Rangers territory? They would rather burn your picture than put it up” you whisper replied.

“Y/n, you do know that the diners in Jersey are better right?” Nico said in a not-so-serious louder tone.

“Nico, how dare you insult an iconic New York institution?” you gritted through your teeth.

You playfully swatted at him and thankfully, your waiter arrived with your order of potato latkes and matzo ball soup. Over the meal, you and Nico chatted and people-watched those who came in and out of the restaurant. 

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3:45-5:00 am

As the night dragged into the almost sunrise hours, you started getting tired. Nico suggested that you rent a hotel room and rest; he knew that you would probably fall asleep on the train ride back to New Jersey and preferred for you to rest somewhere somewhat comfortable. The closest hotel was the Hotel Indigo Lower East Side, which was right next door to Katz’s Deli. You pleaded with Nico that he didn’t have to pay for a last-minute hotel room but he insisted. The front desk person who checked in was a Devils fan so they gave you a discount and a room with a spectacular view of the city. Nico embraced you as you lay in bed and you tried your best to fall asleep but you couldn’t quite stop staring at the sea of lights from the City That Never Sleeps right outside of your window. You wanted to continue to talk to Nico but as soon as his head hit the pillow, he was knocked out. Over time, your eyes fell heavy and you went to sleep.

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5:00-6:00 am

You couldn’t quite stay asleep, your brain raced with thoughts about how your time with Nico was winding down, even though, he was right next to you. You watched Nico as he slept, matching your breaths with the rise and fall of his chest, wondering what he was dreaming about; he looked so peaceful. You tried to quietly slip out of Nico’s arms but he kept pulling you back to hold you close to him. Nico’s eyes fluttered open once he felt the flat space of the mattress after you successfully broke free to use the bathroom. When you emerged from the bathroom, Nico’s big brown eyes greeted yours and he was sitting up in bed. 

“Are you okay? Do you want to switch rooms?”, Nico asked with the same hint of concern from earlier in the evening.

“No, I’m good. I just can’t sleep”, you replied back, “ but you can go back to bed.”

“Do you want to leave and go back home then?”, Nico suggested.

Hearing him say that made the reality of your time ending together hit you in a painful spot but it was for the best; you couldn’t stop putting off the inevitable separation that was going to happen soon. You agreed to go home. On the elevator ride downstairs, Nico expressed that he would want to come back to see more parts of the city and for a staycation with you and you suggested that since the hotel had a rooftop bar, it would be a good spot to host a team party.

Instead of taking a train to get there, you decided to walk to the PATH train station that would return you back to New Jersey. On your walk, you and Nico passed through sections of the New York University campus and even made a quick stop at Washington Square Park. Although the park wasn’t as large as Central Park, it was nice to stroll around together and there was a warm gentle breeze that wrapped around you. There weren’t many people around, just a few joggers and people walking their dogs. At one point during your walk, Nico wanted to take a quick break to sit on the grass. Sitting on the grass eventually turned into laying on the grass. There were still a few stars out from the previous evening but not long before, you watched the sun begin to spill the warm colors into the sky; the rising sunlight dressed you in a warm glow. It was hitting Nico bad that this would be the last time that he would hold you for the rest of the summer and he planted a kiss on your head. You felt a tear hit your scalp and you looked up to see Nico crying a little. You had never seen Nico cry like this before but you reassured him that everything was going to be okay. After the sun fully rose, you and Nico left the park to go home. As you walked under the Washington Square Arch, you squeezed Nico’s hand three times as a quiet gesture to remind him that you loved him.

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6:30-7:30 am

The train ride back to Jersey had much fewer people than the train ride over. You and Nico sat in the back, wrapped in your own personal bubble. Nico kept trying to stay awake to maximize the time you had left together but he ended up taking a nap on your shoulder. You still couldn’t quite fall fully asleep yet. Although he didn’t have to do so, you were grateful that Nico sacrificed his time and sleep schedule to spend all night with you. Nico felt similarly; there was no one else in this world that he would be willing to spend sunset to sunrise in NYC, running on little sleep than with you. While he was asleep, you slipped a custom handmade letter bead bracelet onto Nico’s wrist. It was neutral colored and it had your initials together on it so everytime Nico looked down at his wrist, he would be reminded of you. You and Nico hadn’t planned on exchanging gifts before you left but you decided to make it for for him once you realized that you wouldn’t be spending the summer together.

After arriving in Jersey, you and Nico went to a local diner to share one last meal together. As you waited for your order, you were calmly soaking in your final moments with Nico but he was a bit antsy in his seat. Something was on his mind and he couldn’t quite keep in any longer.

“Can we take it to go? I want one final moment with just us.” Nico declared.

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8:00 am

Over your last breakfast at your apartment, you and Nico reflected on last night’s events and the memories you made together. The time you had together sailed by so fast and you both had such a great time; it was both beautiful and bittersweet at the same time. You were obviously surrounded by people everywhere you went that evening but at times, it felt like the city felt like it was your own secret, special place.

Nico’s flight to Switzerland wasn’t scheduled to leave until the following afternoon so he still had time to get some sleep and finalize any final things before leaving the country until returning for training camp in September. After breakfast was done, you and Nico migrated toward the couch to watch the news; watching the morning news together was a rare thing that you got to do together whenever Nico had a weekend off day. You tried your best to stay awake but a wave of tiredness crashed hard into you and you ended up drifting off to sleep in Nico’s arms on the couch. As you lay deep asleep in Nico’s arms, he reluctantly said goodbye. He really didn’t want to leave you behind and wish that he could just move your summer fellowship to Switzerland so that you could be enjoying a Swiss summer with him. He would spend part of his time, missing you being so far away and trying to perfect a potato latke recipe to match the one you had enjoyed at Katz’s Deli. Being this close to you for one last time, Nico could feel himself fading into you and feel the parts of you that faded into him with each minute that passed and he had hoped that these parts would stick around long after he left (which they did).

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Time unknown

You woke up hours later on the couch, feeling a bit disoriented. The TV was turned off and you were covered in a blanket. It was dark outside and Nico was gone but he left a gift behind for you. Before going to shower, you noticed that there was a stack of Polaroids and one of Nico’s bracelets on the coffee table. The stack contained all of the pictures from the evening before that Nico took on his phone: the photo of you and Nico at a baseball game that was taken by a fan, a photo of you singing karaoke, an image of Nico taking a selfie while you were looking off-guard at the Katz’ Deli picture wall, a photo of your side profile looking out the window on the train ride home and a Nico selfie on the grass at Washington Square Park to round out the stack. On the back of each Polaroid, Nico wrote “I love you so much” and other sweet notes. You were slightly confused as to how Nico did this but you realized that he had secretly stashed his mobile Polaroid printer at your apartment. It was such a kind gesture that Nico put these photos together for you. Last night felt like a dream but the love captured in those photographs were the most significant memories you would hold onto. Whether you were hundreds of miles or a few inches apart, the love you both shared was always there, lingering around in your hearts. It sucked that you would be separated for a brief moment in time but each day apart was one day closer to being together again.

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[where-dreamers-go]

"Summertime" Leon Kennedy x Reader -- Part Two

(A/N: Finally the next part in the lifeguard! Leon au. We continue with the Reader’s vacation with much more Leon~. I might have forgotten to mention that this is a tiny series.

Warnings: Use of (Y/N).

Word Count: 2,345 words)

Previous

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A new day of vacation. New hopes of fun times and relaxation. Maybe some good conversation.

Heading to the game room of the beach club was first on your list for the day. Breakfast was already scratched off the list. So you thought it would be a good start since your friend was still getting ready for the day.

There was no rush. No need to be anywhere or do anything. It was vacation after all.

You heard someone’s quick steps approaching from behind.

Huh. Don’t bump into me. Don’t shoulder pas—

“Hey.”

Looking over, your heart skipped a beat at the bright face greeting you.

Oh.

Leon Kennedy in a cotton blend shirt highlighted by the morning light.

You could thank destiny later.

“Hey. Uh, how are you?”

You hoped beyond hope that you wouldn’t trip.

“Not bad.” Leon walked in-step with you. “Getting an early start on the day cleaning debris. How about you? How’s your knee?”

“It’s fine.” You swallowed. “Thank you. Thought I’d start the day with some gaming. My friend’s on a phone call.”

He hummed, low and beautiful. “Smart. Get in there before the kids hog it up.”

“Yeah. That’s the plan.”

“Be careful. Those kids can get territorial.”

“Could you help with crowd control?” You joked back.

“I’d do my best, but with those kids, we might have to climb out a window.”

That pulled a laugh out of you. His easygoing one liners tended to do just that without much failure.

Your laughter only doubled upon seeing a kid walk into the gaming room.

Leon must have followed your line of sight because he asked, “Do you need backup?”

“I might.”

After opening the door for you, Leon followed your lead into the room and towards the air hockey table.

“You’re up for some friendly competition in the morning?”

“If you’re up for it?” You activated the table.

Leon’s lips pulled up into a playful smile. “You first.”

The game went on for several minutes. The small puck zooming back and forth as you both did your best to win. Any taunting was barely concealed encouragements of where to angle a strike.

Even as Leon won victoriously, the laughter you two shared rung throughout the room.

“Excellent game, Leon.” You reached out your hand.

“Same to you.” He shook your hand firmly for a moment. “Up for another round?”

“Uh.”

You eyed the pinball machine as the kid left it unattended.

“Better claim it before someone else shows up.” Leon advised, ever the observant one.

The quarters were in your grasp before you made it to the machine.

I’ve been wanting to play this again, you thought as you inserted the quarters.

Being in front of the familiar machine had you in a serious stance. You had played pinball before, especially this very machine. Many summers were spent inside the gaming room as others sheltered from a thunderstorm.

Already engrossed into a game with tapping fingers, your mind grew more and more focused on doing one thing: beat your previous high score.

Leon stood close beside you. His body heat a contrast to the air-conditioning against your skin.

“Darn,” he breathed out. “You’re good at this.”

“I do my best.” You answered without looking away from the tiny metal sphere as you sent it flying across the system.

“You’re still on the first one.”

“For now…”

Focus. Come on. There! Okay, you thought as you continued playing. He’s only a step away from standing behind me or leaning closer. Keep going.

So you did. Minutes ticked by and the score on the screen only added up. The man by you cheered you on with encouraging words even when a sphere dropped. It fueled your desire to do better. Better than your past self.

Did you also want to impress Leon? Yes. Absolutely, yes.

“Crap.”

The second pinball escaped you.

“It’s okay. Shake it off.” Leon placed his hand along the edge of the pinball machine as he leaned in. Gaze on the pinball launch area and not the lit up score. “Last one.”

He’s really into this. At least he’s not bored. Thankfully.

Every second with Leon Kennedy proved to be an eventful morning. Not the least bit boring. The both of you were thoroughly enjoying one another’s company. Neither of you noticed nor paid mind to a couple of other kids sliding into the room and playing at the other gaming machines. As far as you two were concerned, you were the only two there; everything else faded.

Until it wasn’t so.

“There you are!”

Startled by your friend’s voice, you fingers fumbled and you missed your shot at saving the last pinball.

Darn it! You thought and looked over your shoulder to your friend walking inside.

“I was kidding about getting ice cream,” you said.

Straightening to his full height, Leon looked between you, your friend, and his watch.

“I should get out there.” He then turned his attention to you and added, “Great score.”

“Thanks.”

“See you later.” Leon gave a smile before walking out into the sunlight.

Like he’s walking back to the heavens or something.

Sighing, you eyed your friend and rose an eyebrow. You said nothing.

“Sorry,” they apologized. “My timing can be awful.”

“It’s fine. No harm done.” You took a peek at the scoreboard. “Although, I could say differently there… Just needed a few more.”

* *

A beautiful day and soft breezes called many to the beach. To you, however, you were heading off of the sand to freshen up indoors.

Bag hanging off of your shoulder, you made sure your shoes were back on properly after a stumble.

Good thing I haven’t lost them. This sand is hot.

“Hi again.”

You looked up.

“Leon. Hi.” You stopped as Leon walked further onto the sand in his lifeguard attire.

“Hey, if you’re not busy later after my shift, would you like to go get some ice cream with me?”

You blinked, your brain doing its best to register everything as real, save every detail to memory, and form a response. Also to remember to breathe. That was important.

“Sure.” You swallowed. “I’d love to.”

“Meet you by the gaming room around seven?” Leon asked.

“Yeah. I’ll see you there.”

“Great.”

His grin highlighted the world around you. With a short wave, he jogged down to towards the lifeguard tower.

All the while everything felt so much warmer.

I’m not calm about this. Should I be calm? It’s a date. Water, I need water.

* *

“Pick what ever you want. It’s my treat.”

“Anything?”

“Anything.” He repeated. “Except the store. That’s a little bland.”

“Oh darn. I really wanted to nimble on that door,” you snickered.

Before walking over to get ice cream down the street from the beach club, Leon had met you by the gaming room as agreed upon. It was clear that he took an opportunity to clean up and change into something not intended for swimming. Care put into his appearance, no question.

As promised, Leon did pay for your dessert and his. He was more than happy too. Even eyeing your flavor of choice with great interest. The only downside was that there wasn’t any seating inside. So you two decided to take a stroll.

It was much quieter and private. A comfortable way to spend time together. Get to know one another more than random small talk surrounded by others.

“Hear me out. Vanilla gets a bad rep by being called boring.” You stated.

“People like their mixture of flavors and toppings until its overflowing.”

“Sure, but everything’s already added to it. Vanilla starts out just fine and then you can turn it into cookies n creme or add caramel.”

“Make an ice cream sundae.” Leon added before eating more of his treat.

“Exactly.” You gestured widely.

“A banana split.”

“You can be creative with vanilla ice cream. It’s a great foundation. It doesn’t always have to be overflowing with toppings and stuff. I mean…if it’s well balanced. Sure.”

He smirked and asked, “What about adding a brownie? Not a tiny one.”

“Oh,” you pretended to clap while holding the last of your ice cream. “That, but make it a warm brownie.”

“Fresh out of the oven?”

“Either way.”

Leon chuckled. “I think we’re just making ourselves hungry.”

“Oops.”

Finishing off the last delicious spoonfuls of ice cream, the both of you tossed the trash responsibly.

Walking a bit further, you two found your way back to the beach. A familiar setting. Sunset still lingering on the horizon.

“Funny. I always find my way back here. Year after year.” Leon mused as he walked beside you, heading for the shoreline. “It’s not exactly what I pictured doing with my life.”

“Really?”

“Well, you know. You’re on track for one thing, but you get pulled into something else and…you stay with it.”

“Do you like being a lifeguard, Leon?”

Blue eyes looked out over the water.

The beauty of the image made you smile fondly.

Was he happy?

“I didn’t expect to like being a lifeguard. It’s tough some days, but I’m good at it. I want to help people and this is my way of accomplishing that.” Leon turned to offered you a smile. “I guess I’m lucky. Some people hate their job completely. I work where people come to get away.”

“And you’re happy. That’s really important.”

“It is. What about you? Are you happy with what you do?”

“I am. I guess. Some days are better than others.” You considered your words. “It’s just…some days can go from amazing to bizarre or terrible with one interaction or something from someone already having a crappy day. But, hey, it could be a lot worse.” You shrugged. “Or boring.”

You shuffled your shoes into the sand as you reached the wet sand. Shells and more in sight with the disappearing sunlight.

“That’s life. Never the exact same.” Leon walked on your side opposite the water. “Oh, boring can be dangerous.”

“What?” You looked at him, puzzled at his words.

“People can do some pretty stupid things if they’re bored enough. I’ve seen it.”

“On duty?”

“Fortunately for them.”

Oh, buddy. I bet they were given a talking to. For sure!

“What do you do when you’re bored?” You asked, slowing your pace. Something caught your eye.

He shrugged his shoulders. “Sleep. Watch some TV. You?”

Bending down, you brushed away some sand a dark shape.

A shark tooth! Finally. I lost some the other day out here. You thought happily.

Picking up the tooth, you let the soft incoming wave rinse it. A nice surprise for the evening. Not that the date wasn’t a great surprise.

The man standing near you chuckled warmly.

You glanced up.

“Found something?”

“Oh, yeah.” You stood up and offered him a glance at the small shark tooth.

“Neat. I figured most were dug up this morning.”

You groaned, “I know. But I’m not getting up before dawn to look for shark’s teeth. The runners and joggers are out.”

Blue eyes peered to the horizon line then back to you.

“We still have some light left if you want to find some,” he offered.

Leon’s offer could not have been more sweet.

There you two were, scavenging the beach-line for shark teeth amongst broken shells and sand. Two people smiling and literally digging were their bare hands before in grew darker.

You figured it was safer to search now that the beach was closer to empty and you were with Leon. Less of a chance of getting hit by a stray volleyball.

“Oh. Here we go,” Leon shifted through the sand and handed you a large shark tooth.

“Whoa.” You both inspected the tooth covering your palm in curious awe. “If I got up earlier, I’d be searching for these.” Squinting, you tried making out more details.

“We should head back.”

“Yeah.”

Carefully, you kept your pile of shark teeth cupped in your hands.

Leon didn’t take a step until you started walking away from the water.

“You like sharks?” He questioned.

“Yes, I love most sea creatures.”

He took your answer into account silently.

“Do you like sharks?” You asked in return.

“If they’re nice. Sure.”

You smiled.

Back to the condo by the beach where you and your friend were renting an apartment for the week was a sign that the evening was over.

Leon stood by the door as you fished out your key.

“Thank you for inviting me. It was really fun.”

“Thank you. I had a great time.” Leon smiled at your handful of shark teeth. “See you tomorrow?” He asked, hope lining his features.

“Rain or shine. I’ll be here.”

His lips pulled into a full grin. “Alright. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He nodded.

“Tomorrow.” Your cheeks burned with the continuation of your smiling.

Ducking his head for a moment, Leon took a step away before meeting your gaze again. “I hope you have a good evening.”

“You too, Leon.” You turned to go indoors with a smile still remaining on your lips.

Closing the door behind you, there was a squeal from your friend.

Here we go.

They opened their mouth to speak, but frowned in confusion at the sight of you holding a bunch of teeth.

“I thought you two went for ice cream?”

“We did,” you confirmed happily.

“Then what’s with the fossils?”

“We went to the beach. Talking and looking around.” You began searching for a bag or something to put the shark teeth in for safe keeping.

“Okay….and….he liked it? He wasn’t bored with you digging through the sand?”

“Oh—Leon helped. He found this one!” You held up the large shark tooth proudly.

“Darn. He’s more perfect than I thought.” They chuckled. “Did he pay for the ice cream?”

“Yup.”

“Did you get his number?”

Your smile dropped.

“(Y/N).” Your friend whined, hands on their hips.

“I’m sorry. We were busy having fun.”

They only sighed. “I’m happy you did.”

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