#queue can’t break me . . . [ QUEUE ]*

[moonshine-angels]

Hate this little guy (lie)

[cd-each-day]

༄ ariana grande : thank u, next (2019)

༄ from : JB Hi-Fi

[the-casbah-way]

cursed with being insanely good at braiding hair but having hair too short to braid

[heroeslogic-moved]

"you're looking at my boobs, you know," she chuckled. alice rarely if ever made fun of anything matt did that might be affected by his blindness. this though, she was pretty sure was fair game since he was trying to make it seem like he could see. "up a little more, unless you're trying to make it look like you're looking at my chest," she whispered with a soft smile. "my boobs look good in this shirt, i don't think anyone with working eyes is going to judge you for it, but in some circles it's not polite."

silly surprise starter for @trckstaer / matt murdock because i had an idea i couldn't shake*

[toshinoris-spouse]

Bold of you to be willing to stop when the bed breaks,

TILL THE BED BREAKS

[dreadranger]

tag drop - gen

[a0iakuma]

♪          the knight stiffens. he should not get attached--should not let his guard down. but his king is adamant on him doing so, continuously chipping away at his hardened exterior to find something that is not there. to find something that was worth loving, worth holding to a similar level of respect as a king.

♪           he does not know how to tell him that there was never anything worth such attention inside of him. not an ounce of being human inside of him--just a knight with a duty to serve his king, to fight for him, to die for him. that was lancelot's story, and yet his king continues to try to defy that.

♪           he hates how, slowly, he's melting into sonic's whims. how he's ever so slightly molding to fit what sonic wanted. ( but how is he going to change what's inside of him? to change that roaring beast that yearns for blood, yearns for resolution, yearns for retribution, into a man with a soul that could heal, has healed? )

♪           he stares into sonic's eyes through the holes of his visor. "i should be saying that to you, my liege," he finally says. his voice is monotone as he tries to rebuild decimated walls. "... i fail to understand why you continue on this path for me. your kindness is undeserved."

continued from here / @dealfate

The king reached out, fingers outstretched to caress the cool metal of Lancelot's helmet. A slight hum comes out, fur brushed against steel. He often wonders who made Lancelot's visor. ( Maybe Tails? ) The action halts, pausing when Sir Lancelot spoke.

And then their eyes met and Sonic swore his heart leapt, bounding against his ribcage as if wishing to be freed. “ What do you mean undeserved? ” Sonic spoke with slight amusement. A grin present on his muzzle. “ I think out of all my knights... I do believe you deserve it the most. But I have my reasons. ” And one of those reasons is his heart; the way it beats faster than any race he'd finished.

Then he resumes, moving the visor up to see Lancelot's eyes.

“ I'm on this path because I want too, and nothing can make me wander off this path towards you. Is that convincing enough for you, Lance? ”

He daringly leans more closer. A gleam of adoration in those emerald eyes, but a smirk on his lips as if knowing what he does to Lancelot. His free hand placed on his hip. Sassy but meaningful. “ I repeat what I said. I'll do anything for you, Sir Lancelot. For you, my Ultimate Knight. ”

[rileyslibrary]

It’s lunchtime at the military base, and you can’t decide what to eat. Ghost is getting hangry.

———————————————————————

“It’s a simple question,” he says. “What do you want?”

“I don’t know, Lieutenant.”

“Are you hungry?” He asks and lifts his hands.

“Yes, sir.”

“What exactly are you hungry for?”

“I-I don’t know.”

He drops his arms to his sides and sits at the corner of his desk. He touches the back of his neck with one hand while supporting himself with the other.

“Every fucking day, you do this to me,” he murmurs. “If you don’t decide this time, I’ll go eat alone.”

“Oh! Is that so?” You squint and hunch forward at your desk.

“Yes!” He yells as he stands up and walks towards you. “Yes, I will. In fact, I would love to.”

Your eyebrows shoot up, and your jaw drops. How dare he? You’d been teammates for years, sticking with him through thick and thin, never betraying him once. But now he...

“...Would love to?!”

“That’s right!” He snaps and slams his hands against your desk. “So, for the last time: What. Will. It. Be?”

You lean back in your chair and bite your pen while considering your options. Ghost’s gaze darts from you to the pen, then back. He groans and grabs the pen from your hand, tossing it to the side.

“Pens are off the menu today,” he declares, snapping his fingers, “I need an answer. Now.”

Dumfounded, you stare at the pen on the floor. If someone else had done this to you, you would have slapped them in the face. Worse, if he had watched anyone else treat you that way, he would have ripped their limbs off their body.

But he’s hangry. As insignificant as this conversation appears, he doesn’t handle his hunger with the same poise he handles other, more complex situations. Not only that, but your indecisiveness doesn’t help, either. You need to make a decision quickly, so you sit up straight and place your hands on the table.

“What are my options again?” you ask.

“Pizza or burger.” He replies sternly.

“I don’t want piz—”

“Burger it is, then,” he says with a nod. He knocks his knuckles twice on the desk and strides towards the office door.

“W-wait, Ghost, wait!”

He sighs and leans against the door, his hand on the handle.

“I don’t like the base’s burgers.” You mumble.

“Nobody likes the base’s burgers!” he yells. “But we still eat them!”

“I was wondering,” you say and lower your voice, “if there is another choice?”

He’s softly bashing his head against the door, and you try to persuade him that there should be a third option—a vegetarian meal, perhaps. In response, he begins making whimpering noises. He’s the one getting on your nerves now.

“You know what?” you snap, “I’ll go check by myself.”

He extends a hand in your direction and shows you his palm.

“No, no, no, no!” he cries. “You join the others in the queue, and the entire base will starve until you decide!”

You scoff at his sarcasm, and he opens the door.

“Listen,” he says, “I’ll go check and call you, okay?”

“LIEUTENANT!” you shout, but he slams the door behind him. You peek over at his desk. “You forgot your phone...” you murmur to yourself.

The lieutenant was a very cold man when you first met him. His responses were limited to yeses and nos with the occasional shrug, and he never joined you in everyday job activities, especially at lunchtime. You’d always eat alone in the mess hall, and if your breaks coincided with that of Gaz or Soap’s, you’d sit with them and eat lunch together. Ghost would normally sit in the office or hide in a corner around the base and eat since he didn’t want anyone to see him without his mask. But slowly, he came to trust you all with his face, and you’d eat together, locked in your office.

You look at the time. Given his hunger when he left, he should have returned five minutes ago. What if he gave up on you and is already eating with the rest? Sure, your indecisiveness annoys him, especially since he has to deal with it daily, but he’d never let you eat alone, right? On the other hand... he may be trying to teach you a lesson.

You take another glance at the time. This doesn’t feel right. You start cleaning up your desk to head for the kitchen, but someone knocks on the door.

“It’s open,” you announce, “come on in!”

“I’ve got my hands full.” You hear Ghost reply.

You walk up to the door and swing it open. Ghost stands there with a serving trolley full of dishes.

“Thanks,” he murmurs while he pushes the trolley inside the office.

“You forgot your phone!” you inform him.

“I didn’t forget it,” he says as he stops the trolley in front of your desk. “I’d rather put my bare hand in a fire and let it simmer than add a third option to your dilemma and let you decide while there’s a queue of starving soldiers behind me.”

He removes the plates from the trolley and arranges them on your desk. “Here’s the fucking pizza, the fucking shitburger, and the tofu version of the shitburger.”

He places another plate with five pizza slices on his desk. He removes his mask and immediately slaps a piece in his mouth.

“That’s a lot of food, Lt.,” you whisper, scanning the plates before you.

He turns his head towards you and keeps chewing. “Yeah,” he says, swallowing, “better have all the options in front of you than squeeze any reserve of patience I have left.”

You take a slice of pizza from your tray and bite into it.

He stares at you, raises his plate to the sky, and rambles about how “you didn’t want pizza before.” You clarify that, while you still don’t want pizza, it appears to be the best option among the three.

“However,” you continue, “I would murder for a good burger.”

He swallows and takes a second pizza slice from his plate.

“I know a place,” he explains. “We can go tonight.”

“Lieutenant, you smooth operator!” you tease, “like on a date?”

He nods and takes another mouthful. He doesn’t even bother looking at you. He’s too preoccupied with nourishing his massive body to worry about your mocking.

“What kind of a place is it?” You ask.

“It’s a shithole,” he says, “but it does the best burgers you’ve ever had.”

“So, what should I wear?”

He stops eating and aggressively shakes his head.

“Nuh-uh,” he says. “I won’t get involved in your woes again—I’ll give you the address, and you’ll be there at 8 p.m.”

“Are you going to email me the menu so I can decide what to eat ahead of time?”

He swallows and looks at you. “I wouldn’t worry about that,” he says, taking another bite.

“Why?”

“Because there’s no menu at my place.”

———————————————————————

[onceheroeslogic]

"i gotta meet a tortoise sometime, it'd be like meeting a dinosaur," she gushed. then she shrugged saying, "yeah it sucks but i guess that's the price i pay. SHIELD is the reason i can travel so i'm complaining, but i'm also gonna put up with it." if she hadn't joined SHIELD she'd have probably been dead or in jail by now, so getting flagged coming in and out was a minor grievance in the grand scheme of things. khione was pretty astute about using her powers of doe eyed persuasion, or at least trying to. "you know, i really do try, but there has to be something going on that concerns us for us to get assigned abroad. anything that doesn't concern us is "meddling in foreign affairs"" alice laughed.

"the turtles---no, wait, tortoises, they're land based---were pretty cool. one of them was really big and really old. i got to feed it a piece of lettuce. that was nice." she didn't pet it, just to be sure; she didn't want to hurt it, after all. "i hope you get to go." a nod and then: "can't you pull that one emoji - the one with the doe eyes - and tell your boss you'd like to go on an assignment there or something?" then alice laughed, and khione laughed too: "i meant both, but dang, that must be annoying, getting flagged each and every single time."

[anmwrites]

Beneath the Surface

Azriel x Reader

Hi All! So this isn't one of the Az requests unfortunately, but this is one of my private fics I already had written. I'm still working on the Az request that's in the queue, but I'm lowkey hating everything I've been writing so it'll probably take me a little longer to perfect it.

In the meantime, I wanted to get something put up for you all. Sticking to the fandom that was requested I decided to post this Az fic! Probably very stereotypical trope, but this was what I got. This one is a little heavier than my Xaden fic, so please read with caution. I hope you all enjoy!

Content Warning: Mentions of Suicide, self-sabotage, depression, & guilt

Again, I apologize if I missed any other warnings. Please read with caution.

Talk soon, and please enjoy!

“I’m getting her back,” a low growl cut through the tent. Y/N’s head whipped to the Shadowsinger. “I’m going with you,” her High Lady’s voice intervened. “Then you will both die,” her sister’s cold voice replied. 

Y/N’s head was reeling. In just hours after scrying for the Cauldron, the Inner Circle and then some were gathered around in the middle Archeron’s tent. She was stolen away. Lured by the promise of her human past. And…and Azriel was the first to throw himself into harm's way. 

Y/N was barely there as she watched Feyre shift into the dead priestess. Barely there as everyone began moving, readying themselves for their departure. Azriel hadn’t glanced once at her. His best friend. 

A silent brush of claws filled the Illyrian’s head. Y/N dropped her shields momentarily allowing Rhys’ voice to float into her mind. You are awfully quiet. Y/N snorted. He can do whatever he sees fit. A bemused feeling washed over her as Rhys carefully crafted his next words. I heard what happened. Quite a nasty little argument you had with him earlier. Y/N’s eyes shot to Rhys who was conveniently studying the daggers Cassian was equipping Feyre with. He started it. Trying to sideline me. I may not have wings but I know how to fight. 

Rhys finally met her gaze, You need to tell him. 

Tell him what exactly, brother? Y/N quirked her brow. 

You know. The fact that you are in love with him.

Feyre’s eyes darted back and forth between her mate and Y/N clearly noting they were having some form of silent conversation. He made his choice Rhys. Just as it’s always been for the past five centuries. There’s no point in telling him now. 

Truth be told, Y/N had known this story. Had lived through it with Mor. And now she had to live through it again with Elain. Her best friend, for centuries, after Rhys’ mother had taken her in regardless of her lack of wings, was hopelessly in love with another female…as usual. It was nothing new to Y/N. He only saw her as a friend. A sister perhaps. 

Y/N wasn’t really sure when her own feelings had shifted. Her and Azriel were always more than just siblings like she was with Rhys and Cassian. Everyone around knew there was something special between them. So much so that Y/N had even felt a spark of hope until Azriel met Mor, and then the whole incident with Cassian, Eris, and Mor’s father occurred. She slowly realized he would never see her as more than a friend, and Y/N began to be okay with that. And then she watched him do it again when Feyre’s sister entered the picture. It stung, but she was used to it. 

There is the point that we all may die or he may die. Rhys’ voice cut into her thoughts. Rhys. Stop. I can’t think about all of this right now or I will break. He’ll be fine. Rhys merely gave her a sympathetic feeling before she felt his presence exit her mind. He was right though. Azriel could very well die. She needed air. Or she would lose it. The initial shock of his announcement wearing off, nervousness settling in. 

Y/N quietly retreated outside of the stifling tent. The cool night air brushed over her clammy face as she took a deep breath. Something tickled at her ankles. She glanced down to see a single tendril of a shadow wrapped around it. She gave it a small smile. “I’m alright,” she whispered to it. “Go tell him I’m fine.” 

The little wisp of darkness hesitated before retreating back into the tent. Y/N grimaced, that old, familiar feeling of heartache seeping into her chest. She didn’t want him to go. Nesta and Rhys were right. They most likely would die. Everyone saw what the camp looked like. Elain could be anywhere. And selfishly, she did not want her High Lady and Shadowsinger to go in there. Especially her Shadowsinger.

A single tear slipped down her cheek, and Y/N took a shaky breath. A quiet rustle behind her signaled someone had stepped out of the tent. She felt him before she saw him as she always did. Slowly, Y/N turned around and saw Azriel standing behind her. His face softened as he took her in. “Y/N I…” he started, approaching her. “I–I’m sorry about what I said earlier.” Y/N sighed before meeting him halfway. Her heart crumpled. He was still her best friend, and she still cared. “It’s okay, Az. I understand,” she said quietly, gazing up into his warm eyes. Eyes she was so, so familiar with. His warmth engulfed her, as they were standing maybe just a hair closer than any normal friends would stand. 

“No. It’s not. I just–you’re not incompetent. I know what you can do on a battlefield. It’s just–I just don’t want to see you get hurt,” he signed, taking his hand in hers. Y/N watched as his gaze fell on their intertwined hands. He fiddled with her fingers as a nervous habit. 

“I know. I don’t want to see you get hurt either,” Y/N whispered, her unspoken selfish words hanging in the air. Azriel’s eyes flicked back to hers studying for a moment. Were they closer? Y/N thought to herself. “Say it,” he replied. “Say the words and I won’t do it. I won’t go.” 

Y/N’s heart picked up. She knew if she told him not to go after Elain he wouldn’t. He would drop it immediately. But Feyre’s face flashed in her head. Nesta’s moans of pain ripped through her. They were a part of their family now. Y/N shook her head, more tears slipping down her face. “I can’t do that,” she let out a shaky laugh, casting her head down. His other hand felt warm as he caressed her face, wiping the tears away with his thumb. 

“You’re the only one who has a chance to get in and out without being noticed. You have to get both of them out. They’re family now,” Y/N whispered. Azriel didn’t say anything, but when she met his intense gaze, those three little words felt heavy on her tongue. Looking into his eyes, she wanted to tell him. She wanted to tell him so bad it was like her skin was on fire. Y/N couldn’t breathe. He could very well be walking right into his death. 

But she couldn’t do it. She couldn’t drop the biggest bomb on their friendship when he needed his sole focus elsewhere. So, she stayed silent. She stayed silent even as he nodded and said, “I’ll be fine. I promise I’ll come back to you.” She stayed silent when he pulled her into his warm body and hugged her a little tighter. Y/N stayed quiet even when he led her back into the tent and she watched him disappear with their High Lady in the blink of an eye.

•••

Rhys let out a shaky breath after the departure of his mate and brother. As everyone dispersed, he noticed Y/N was still frozen in place, staring at the spot where the pair had just disappeared. He could see her visibly shaking. Cassian passed her and gave her a sympathetic look and pat on the shoulder before he exited. Rhys slowly approached her. 

“I couldn’t do it,” Y/N said without turning to him. Rhys could hear the tears in her voice. The uneven breaths she took. “He told me to tell him to stay and he would’ve in a heartbeat. I couldn’t do that to Feyre. To you. To our family,” she continued. Rhys opened his mouth and then closed it, unsure what to say. His heart was so full of emotions. Terror, absolute terror for his mate and his brother. Love–love for his unselfish sister. The baby he saw that day his mother brought her home. All in a frantic rush to warm up this little, tiny fragile thing she found in the snow, abandoned by her blood relatives because fate was cruel and did not give her wings. 

Y/N let out another shaky sigh. “I’m sorry. I’m sure you’re also trying to keep it together. I can’t imagine what you must be feeling right now.” 

This. This was why he felt he had to take it all on himself. Rhys’ heart was breaking for her. For his most kind and caring, living sister. This beautiful soul who has slowly fallen in love with Azriel for all of the centuries spent together. He didn’t understand why the Mother didn’t make them mates…his train of thought paused. It was as if he was hit with a brick. Sifting through all his memories and countless conversations with her, it finally clicked into place. 

“How long have you known?” Rhys asked quietly. Y/N slowly turned to face him. Pain and anguish, only that of which someone with a mate would know. The same pain and anguish he felt watching Feyre disappear. Y/N let out a bitter laugh, “Since Starfall five years ago. When you were…away.” Rhys was slightly shocked. He noticed the smallest shift in their relationship when he had returned. But after all it, he expected everything to be different. 

“Why didn’t you tell him? Me? Does Cassian know?” Rhys asked. Y/N shook her head, “I didn’t tell him because we were all dealing with the loss. I didn’t let myself find peace while you were gone. I couldn’t. I knew there were horrors you were enduring. Horrors I couldn’t even fathom, and I just couldn’t let myself be happy. And Az, well Az went to a dark place when you were gone. The only thing he clung to was his love for Mor, and I couldn’t disrupt his entire life. I wouldn’t. We didn’t speak for a few months after you were taken. We were all a mess,” tears flowed freely down her face as she spoke to him. 

Rhys could barely contain his. 

“So I buried it. I buried it so deep inside of myself no one would pick up on it. Or at least notice it without having to scrutinize me. I wanted to tell you. I really did, but I saw how you were when you returned Rhys. I couldn’t do that to you. You were trying so hard to pretend like you were okay and then your mate was with another. I just couldn’t do that to you, so I didn’t. I continued to bury it, but it just…just all got away from me.”

Y/N let out a choked sob that had Rhys moving. His arms wrapped around her engulfing her in a hug. “Oh you sweet, sweet thing,” he whispered, “My sweet sister,” he started, pulling back a bit to look at her. “You never need to hide anything from me. No matter what I am going through, you can always come to me. I am so, so happy for you. Although, I do need to kick Az around Velaris a bit since he cannot see what has always been right in front of him.” Y/N let out a garbled laugh before burying her head back in his chest. 

“We’ll figure it out, Y/N. Whatever is going on in Az’s head. We’ll figure it out together. When all of this is over. We’ll both get our happy ending. I promise you that,” Rhys concluded. Y/N only nodded, before stepping out of his arms and wiping her face. “Cassian suspected it and I’m sure Amren knows. She has never mentioned it to me but Cass has. I didn’t confirm anything with him and he hasn’t mentioned it to Az.” Rhys nodded, guiding her outside of the tent for some fresh air.  

•••

Y/N knew she should have told someone about the mating bond. It was something she could only suppress so much. But the guilt she and the rest of the inner circle felt when Rhys sacrificed himself ate at her too much. How could she let herself be happy when their High Lord and brother was subjecting himself to the horrors Under the Mountain, willingly, to protect them. 

There was no point dwelling on it now. Not as she paced in front of Rhys who was sitting tense in front of his war tent. The minutes ticked by all too slowly as they silently awaited Azriel and Feyre’s return. “Tell me about when it happened,” Rhys said quietly, interrupting Y/N’s nervous pacing. She stopped and looked at him. His eyes were glazed over like mind was somewhere else. He needed a distraction. For her brother, she would tell him everything. 

Y/N took a breath. “Starfall wasn’t the same without you. We knew how much the celebrations meant to you and so did Velaris. We never hosted a grand party anymore. The House was opened to those who wished to join, but it was almost as if the city was mourning the loss of our High Lord. Some came, but it was another quiet celebration.”

Rhys’ gaze flicked to hers. 

“I–I was upset that five years had already gone by and you weren’t able to see this and be there with us,” Y/N continued, “I was close to breaking by that point. My hope was running out. I was up on the private balcony where you and Feyre celebrated. Azriel of course found me. Sitting there, silently looking at the stars or spirits or whatever. Wishing on them so hard that they would return you to us.”

“He sat with me for I don’t even know how long. Let me cry on his shoulder and just be a comfort. Everyone held it together a lot better than I did, Rhys. You were my brother. My first family and the one who took care of me when I had nothing. When we lost your mother and our sister, you were the only thing I had left of them.” 

Y/N sniffed, more tears running down her face as she took herself back to that night. “I honestly debated pitching myself off that balcony that night,” she muttered bitterly. Rough hands immediately grabbed her face. Rhys’ anguish poured off of him as he seethed at her, “Do not ever think that. Even when I am gone. Never.” 

Y/N gazed at him for a moment before slowly nodding, continuing her story, “But Az came up. His presence was like a lifeline. And when I finally stopped moping and looked at him he gave me one of his rare true smiles. Sad, but also his true smile. I felt it then when I looked at him. Like a beautiful golden thread tethering him to me. Pulling me out of that abyss. I don’t know if he knew it, but I knew.” 

“I’ve always loved him. From when we were kids. I can’t tell you when my feelings shifted, but I have always loved him and I always will,” Y/N concluded. Rhys looked at her with a mixture of sadness and pure joy. He was about to open his mouth when commotion snapped them both out of it. 

Y/N’s head whipped so fast to the outskirts of the camp. There they were. Covered in mud and dragging along two petite figures. Y/N let out a strangled cry before tearing away from Rhys. The latter hot on her heels. She smelled the blood before she saw it. 

As she approached the puddle of people, her blood ran cold and she stopped dead in her tracks as she watched Elain plant a gentle kiss on Azriel’s cheek. She heard a faint “Thank you” before Elain was being swept up by others. Feyre reached Rhys first, letting out a strangled, “I’m alright…Azriel’s wings.” That kicked Y/N back into motion. 

She flung herself at the Shadowsinger causing him to let out an oomph. Though her heart ached at what she just witnessed, she still needed to make sure he was okay. “You–your wings,” she cried after releasing him. She frantically began inspecting every inch of him. “Hey, hey…” he said, grabbing both of her wrists. Y/N was too much in a state of horror. “Y/N look at me,” Az said quietly. She finally snapped her gaze to him. “I’m okay. I’m right here. I’m alive,” he said, giving her a strained smile. His hand reached up, brushing a stray hair out of her face. Y/N merely nodded more to herself than anything as Rhys came around and helped lift him. “We need to get Madja before anything permanent sets,” Rhys grunted, hoisting him up. Azriel swayed a bit. Y/N let in a sharp intake, flinching a bit as she felt some of his pain. 

Az gave her a weird look but she just shook her head, burying that golden thread down and down once again. Rhys began moving as Cassian took up Azriel’s other side, leading them away from her. Y/N noticed Feyre and hurried to her. She looked as if she was still in a daze. Y/N gently took her hand and led her to her tent. “You’re okay,” Y/N whispered gently as she settled in to help clean her up. Feyre merely nodded. 

The minutes flew by and soon Feyre was curled in her bed, cocooned by her sisters as Rhys ushered everyone out. 

Y/N took a deep breath once she was away from the commotion. Her mind was reeling between the conversation she had had with Rhys to the state that her family was in. Alive. That thread hummed from deep within herself. She almost felt as if it was calling to her. Tugging her. Her head turned slowly, spying the tent from which that feeling was coming from. Y/N’s feet were moving before her brain. 

The tent was thankfully silent except for the soft crackle of faelights illuminating the space. Azriel’s large form was sprawled across the cot on his stomach. The glimmer of salve and magic lingering on his shredded wings. Y/N’s voice got stuck in her throat. His beautiful wings. 

His head lifted as she entered, a soft smile gracing his lips. “I’ve had worse. You’ve seen me have worse,” he said, trying to comfort her. She still could not speak. “Come here,” he urged, trying to sit up. His muffled groan of pain set Y/N moving. “Don’t–don’t try to move,” she said, shakily sitting on the floor near his head. His eyes softened as he took her in. “You were worried about me,” Az chuckled a bit, reaching his hand up to brush that stray hair out of her face again. His shadows pooled around her, rubbing and twining up across her body in a soothing matter. “Of course I was worried about you,” Y/N hissed.

“Why?” he asked, matter-of-factly. 

Y/N glared at him. “You are my best friend, Azriel! Why wouldn’t I worry about you!” She couldn’t comprehend why he was acting like a snarky bastard right now. “I mean look at you!” Y/N plowed ahead, “Your wings are shredded! You could have died!” She wasn’t really sure what came over her. Maybe from speaking with Rhys, that bond she had spent years shoving down, surfaced again and was not going down without a fight this time. “Imagine if you had!” she exclaimed, “What am I supposed to do if you die?”

Azriel just gave her a small smile before trying to sit up again. “No, no, no. Don’t try to sit up!” Y/N seethed. He started laughing, pushing himself up anyways. That bastard was laughing. “Azriel!” Y/N pleaded, clearly noting the grimace as he fully pushed himself up. Once he was sitting his laugh dimmed. Y/N pushed herself up to her knees so she could at least be near eye level with him. He would always tower over her no matter what. 

“Tell me the real reason you have worked yourself up,” Azriel murmured, taking both of her hands in his. Y/N froze. He couldn’t know. 

“Because you are my best friend,” she whispered, feeling more tears well up in her eyes. “And your mate?” he replied gently. She couldn’t find it in herself to respond or look at him. “Sweetheart, look at me,” he gently placed a finger under her chin and made her head tilt up to look at him. And for once in her life, Y/N saw the love shining so brightly in his eyes. One that mimicked how she would always admire him from afar. If she was being honest, maybe more emotion than he ever let on was swimming through his beautiful face. 

“I don’t know what you are talking about,” Y/N muttered pathetically. The Shadowsinger let out a quiet chuckle. “I think you do,” he said. Y/N just nodded. “How–how long have you known,” she rasped. “Subconsciously…well probably awhile now. Consciously, I felt it snap into place as you were leaving the tent before we left. That’s why I followed you out there,” Azriel stated. Y/N said nothing. “That’s why I asked you to tell me to stay,” he admitted quietly. 

Y/N finally took all of him in. All of his beauty and intensity. So broken yet still somehow put together. She studied his intense gaze on her, those hazel eyes seemingly glowing in the soft light. His tattoos across his very bare torso, and those wings. Oh, those beautiful wings still shimmering with healing magic. 

“How long have you known?” he asked, breaking her out of her stare. “Starfall. Five years ago,” she whispered. Azriel studied her harder, more emotion filling his eyes. “That night. I felt your sadness that night. I think part of me knew then and was scared to admit it,” he confessed after a moment. “Why didn’t you tell me then?” 

“I–I just couldn’t,” her lip trembled before her story finally came tumbling out. 

After she explained, Az slid to his knees on the floor before her, gathering her in his arms, “Oh my sweet girl.” Sobs racked through Y/N as all of the feelings she had bottled up ran rampant through her. Relief, sorrow, love. All of her bleeding heart finally pouring out. 

When she finally calmed down enough to get a word in, she pulled back out of his embrace, “I just didn’t think you would ever see me as more than a friend. With everything you told me about Mor, and then I saw it shift to Elain, I figured you deserved to be happy. Even if it would break me. Your brothers have found two sisters–” Azriel raised a brow at that. Y/N let out a small laugh, “You can’t tell me there isn’t something between Cassian and Nesta.” “Fair enough,” Az joined in with her quiet laughter. 

Y/N sighed and continued, “But I just know you and I didn’t want to ruin anything we had with a mating bond. To me especially. An Illyrian without wings.”

“Y/N,” Azriel said sternly, “Just because you were born without wings doesn’t mean that I will never love you any less than I already have my entire life.” 

“I was an idiot and I was in denial. You have been my entire world since I don’t even know when. I have loved you for so long, but I just didn’t think you would ever see me as more than a friend. I-I thought to myself that you would never love me like that. I have done things, you know what I have done. And I just couldn’t imagine a beautiful soul like yours falling in love with me. A part of me did love Mor. I won’t lie to you and say I didn’t, but I was finally able to admit to myself that I was in love with you. Was finally able to see that my stupid crush on Mor was a way to suppress all of my feelings for you. Every piece of me is consumed by you and belongs to you,” Azriel pressed.

“And Elain?” Y/N could only see that moment when they first returned. When she placed a kiss on his cheek. It made her blood begin to boil. “The thought crossed my mind when we met. It was the only thing that made sense. Three brothers, three sisters. But, I still couldn’t shake what I was trying so hard to hide from myself. And seeing you tonight. Seeing you go through all of this hell has finally given me the courage to be honest with myself and you,” he said. 

Y/N was pretty sure she had gone into shock. This was the most honest the both of them had been to each other in years. He actually loved her. She hadn’t dared to let herself dream of this moment. Especially not in the circumstances they were in with the war and all. 

“Please say something,” Az nearly begged, shaking her out of her stupor. Y/N focused back on his face. There really wasn’t anything she could say except surging forward and pressing her lips gently on his. Az tensed in shock for a moment before processing what was happening. And soon he was fervently kissing her back. 

Her lips molded perfectly against his as he explored every inch of her mouth. They were just as soft as she had dared to let herself imagine. His hands quickly found her waist, roaming up and down savoring the feel of her pressed against him. Over 500 years of knowing each other and they hadn’t once kissed. Even when Cassian put them up to stupid games like spin the bottle. Azriel couldn’t get enough. 

Y/N let out a moan as his tongue found his way into her mouth, shooting a blast of heat through her spine. Az reciprocated the feeling, pulling her closer, leaning back on the edge of the cot. He stiffened, suppressing a groan of his own. But well, mostly of pain. Y/N froze before pulling away. Az tried to chase her with his mouth and whined when she moved out of reach. “Azriel!” she hissed. “I’m fine,” he shrugged, trying to lean in again. “Az,” Y/N said, sticking a hand on his chest. “You are in no condition.” Azriel scoffed, leaning forward and thoroughly attaching his lips to her neck. Y/N shuddered. “Azriel I am not having sex with you when you can’t even lay on your back,” Y/N huffed. He was leaving a sloppy trail of kisses up and down. 

“Don’t need to lay on my back,” he mumbled. “You can hardly sit up,” she responded. “Don’t care. You’re my mate. My newly found mate,” he said into her neck. “Been dreaming of this for a while now,” he sighed dreamily, sucking on the one spot that made Y/N melt. She could feel the bastard grin before he continued his assault. 

It took a lot to shove him off of her. An extreme amount. All sentimental feelings from their confession were out the window and replaced by need. Pure, lustful need. But he was in pain. And he was her mate, so she pushed him off her. He let out the most un-spymaster like whine. “Y/N why are you doing this to me love?” he groaned. “Because you are injured and like I said, I’m not fucking you until you are at one-hundred percent,” she quipped, standing with more clarity than she had in years. She went over to the little table littered with food. 

“And so I can give you this,” she turned, holding a little apple in her hand. Az’s face softened as she approached. A silent request as she held out her hand. “Are you sure?” he whispered. “Azriel, every piece of me has always belonged to you and it always will. I have never been more sure in my life,” she replied. 

He smiled, grabbing the apple gently from her hands taking a slow bite. Y/N smiled in return before ushering him back down on his cot. “Time to rest, Az,” she said, nestling in next to him. “But I’m perfectly fine for other activities now,” Azriel pouted. Y/N just laughed, running her hands through his soft locks. “I promise when you are fully healed we will partake in those said activities,” she smirked. Azriel grinned and pushed himself upwards, stealing another kiss. Y/N giggled, before placing his head back in her lap. “Sleep now,” she mumbled. Azriel hummed softly as she resumed running her hands through his hair. “I love you,” he whispered before his steady breath evened out. “I love you too.”

[cd-each-day]

༄ gyroscope : breed obsession (2008)

༄ from : my dad's cds

[hotshotsxyz]

where else but here, who else but us?

(8x06 coda) (buddie) (986 words)

Eddie wakes to the smell of bacon frying and coffee brewing, and for the first time in maybe his entire life, he lets himself luxuriate in it. If he’d actually made it to bed last night, he might even go back to sleep.

He stands and stretches, then shivers a little bit as the cool morning air tickles his bare thighs. Eddie grins. He just—

He did something for himself, and the world didn’t end. He did something for himself, and not only did the world not end, it got a little bit bigger and a little bit brighter. He did something for himself and Buck showed up, and that joy he was feeling burned a little bit hotter.

Eddie scoops his phone up off the floor and finds that it’s completely out of juice. He huffs a soft laugh and plugs it in. It’s a silly thought, but—Eddie can’t remember the last time his phone died. How could it, when he’s been so damn determined to avoid anything that might bring him a little joy. Hell, he hasn’t even been letting himself text Buck unless Buck texts him first.

He pads down the hall and into his bedroom and pulls on the softest pair of sweats he owns. He changes into an old, threadbare t-shirt, leans against the wall and exhales.

In his kitchen, Buck is making breakfast. In Texas, Christopher is safe and probably still asleep, and that’s a whole lot more than Eddie’s been letting himself acknowledge.  Here in LA, Eddie is alive and healthy and, if the priest that was maybe hitting on him is to be believed, allowed to forgive himself. He’s not there yet, but he can let himself join Buck in the kitchen.

On his way, Eddie makes a pit stop in the living room. His phone, up to an impressive 8% battery, has already reconnected to the Bluetooth speaker that’s tucked behind one of the photos on the mantle. He queues up a playlist that he and Buck have been curating together for years. Soft music fills the room and Eddie kind of wants to cry.

This is what he’s been denying himself. Easy mornings and raucous evenings and his best friend filling all the empty spaces he’s always been too afraid to try to fill himself. Eddie walks into the kitchen and finds Buck already looking for him.

“Morning,” Buck says, a little rough, like it’s the first word he’s said today. It probably is.

“Hey,” Eddie replies. He steps into Buck’s space and pulls him into a hug, just because he wants to. He feels Buck exhale and melt into him. “You okay?” he asks softly.

Buck pulls back from Eddie’s embrace and bites his lip. “I, uh—honestly?”

Eddie nods.

“I don’t really know,” Buck admits. “I think I just—or, I thought—I don’t know.” He lets out a frustrated huff.  

Eddie slides his hand down Buck’s arm until his fingers are circling Buck’s wrist. “You don’t have to,” he offers.

Buck’s head tips to the side. “You seem different,” he observes quietly.

“I am, I think,” Eddie says.

“What does that mean?” Buck asks

Eddie considers for a moment. “I think I’m just… ready to let some things go,” he says. “Maybe let some new things in.”

Buck smiles, small but genuine. “That’s—I’m glad.”

“Me too.” It’s incredible, but Eddie’s pretty sure he actually means it.

Buck’s gaze slides away from Eddie and hits the floor. “I, um. Me and Tommy. We—or, he—he broke up with me,” he says.

Something clenches in Eddie’s chest. “Then he’s an idiot,” he says.

“Maybe,” Buck says with a kind of hopeless shrug.

“He is,” Eddie says with conviction. “You’re—“ Sunshine. Joy. Perfect. Everything. He lets go of Buck’s wrist and twists their fingers together. “You’re the best person I know,” he says. “If Tommy couldn’t see that, that’s on him.”

Buck blows a disbelieving breath out through his nose. “He said I was going to break his heart.”

“Getting his heart broken by you would be a privilege,” Eddie replies before he can think better of it.

Buck lets out a pained noise. “But I wouldn’t—or, I didn’t want—” He cuts himself off with a frown. He looks up through his lashes and Eddie and Eddie—

Oh, Eddie wants.

“Anyone who’s lucky enough to be loved by you, even for a second, should know it’d be worth it,” he says.

“Eds,” Buck breathes.

“I mean it,” Eddie says, squeezing his hand. “And if you don’t, I’ll believe it enough for both of us.”

Buck laughs wetly. “You make it hard for a guy to wallow in a breakup, you know that?”

Eddie grins. “Good.” He steps back, tugging Buck’s wrist as he goes. “Come here,” he says, and Buck follows easily.

The coffee and bacon are quickly cooling on the counter, but there’s music in the air and Buck’s in his arms and Eddie’s pretty sure he wants to kiss his best friend. And he thinks that might even be a good thing.

“Eddie, what?” Buck asks breathlessly as Eddie puts a hand on his waist and spins them both.

“We’re dancing,” Eddie says, smiling.

“O-okay,” Buck says, clumsily following his lead.

Eddie can’t help the laugh that bubbles from his chest. A small grin spreads across Buck’s face.

“Maybe I would have,” Buck murmurs quietly.

“What?” Eddie asks, spinning him again, just because he can.

“Broken his heart.”

Warmth spreads from Eddie’s chest to his fingertips. “Yeah?” he asks breathlessly.

Buck hums but doesn’t clarify further. Eddie, though, Eddie’s pretty sure he gets it.

He and Buck—well. It’s hard to imagine a world where they don’t choose each other, over and over and over again. It’s them. How could they ever end up anywhere but here?

Eddie wants. He tightens his grip on Buck and keeps dancing.

[onceheroeslogic]

"okay," alice replied quietly, amused that he managed to be so gruff even when he was trying to be nice and seemed to have calmed down enough to be ready to go back to sleep. he might not be wrong, but she wouldn't admit to being tired. "you need it more though," alice mumbled with a shake of her head. she didn't need to comment on it. she fluffed her pillow up a little more with one hand and closed her eyes. she took a deep breath in, and exhaled, her muscles relaxing. this was far more comfortable than the chair. she hoped he wouldn't wake up to anymore nightmares now that he had someone else in bed with him. she hoped it was grounding. "goodnight, andrei," she whispered, before finally shutting up.

Andrei knew it wasn't comfortable, being in the chair as she made sure he actually got some rest. He had a feeling that was Xialing's doing, asking that he be kept under some watch to actually rest instead of ignoring what the doctors told him as he often did. And seeing as she wasn't going to leave, why not have her in the bed with him. It wasn't like this was an unknown feeling for the two. "Okay." He says in a slight sigh as he shifts more to his back. He was exhausted, there was no doubt about that. "You, um, get some sleep too. I'm not the only one who needs it." Head is turn to look at her as she looks back at him, letting that moment sink in before looking away and taking in a deep breath before closing his eyes and trying to sleep.

[thewickwheat]

I'm going to a post full details under the cut, but a short run down:

I've sort of vaguely mentioned this here and there but this year I'm forcing myself to go on a long hiatus. Its been something in the plans for years now, but I can't put it off any longer because 2024 was the worst wrist pain I've dealt with and I don't want to risk permanently damaging myself if I haven't already.

If you're waiting on a comm, don't worry! My hiatus won't officially start until I've finished them all up (estimating April-May to finish up everything), so just bare with me!

Character Sheet comms are staying open

If you're able and willing to support me during this break, please check out my shops or my Patreon!

Ko-Fi - Physical/Digital Merch + Donations

INPRNT - Physical Prints

Patreon - Process Videos and WiPs

Full details and extra info under the cut

So this has been a long time coming but this year I’ll be taking a long hiatus. This is something I’ve wanted to do for years but I can’t put it off any longer due to how bad my wrist pain was in 2024. I’m feeling incredibly burnt out as well and my turn around times growing longer and longer is a very clear sign of it. It also means I’ve had a growing anxiety that if I continue at this pace I will end up doing permanent damage to my body, if I haven’t already. Creating art is the one thing I know I want to do for the rest of my life, be that drawing for myself or helping other people see their visions come to life, and I don’t want to put that at risk.  

So I can’t put my hiatus off any longer and I’m making this year the start. If you are still waiting on a commission from me, don’t worry! I am going to keep working on them and my official hiatus time won’t start until everything has been finished up. I’m estimating April to May to get everything cleared off the table since I’m going to work at a steady pace. Character sheet commissions are going to remain open, they are not in high demand and I can put them in a queue and so should anyone have interest in one during my hiatus, it could be something I pick up when I need the extra cash. However all other types of commissions are going to be unavailable for the foreseeable future. 

I am aiming for a 6 month long hiatus at the least. If I can go longer I will aim for a full year break. Freelance and commission work has been my main source of income for over 10 years now, so during this time I may also look into getting a part time job so I don't have to rely so heavily on art, which will also affect how much I’ll be able to take on in the future. I’m not quitting art during this hiatus, I do want to keep drawing and creating! But I will be working at a slower pace, creating for myself, experimenting and trying other projects. I also have more merch ideas on the list to work on! I’ve got some plush designs I want to have made,namely a new Zenos plush that will have doll fiber hair that can be brushed and styled.

I will also design more tag style keychains with more XIV characters (like the Scions and other major NPCs), since people have really liked those a lot! I’ll also plan out some other ideas and maybe design some original design plushies or other merch. We’ll see!

If anyone enjoys my work and wants to help support me during my hiatus, please check out my available merch. I have prints on INPRNT, and a variety of items on Ko-Fi (limited prints, artbooks both physical and digital, keychains, stickers, etc.), I also have a patreon where I post process videos of illustrations. You can also drop donations of my Ko-Fi. I will be adding a goal that I’ll set at a high amount I don't expect to reach, just because I personally want a visual of donations or purchases during my break. Even small donations would mean a lot. If only 10% of my followers on twitter or tumblr bought a single Ko-Fi donation, it would be a substantial amount of money. I say this not to guilt folks into donating, but to point out small donations can still have a lot of power. And so I appreciate any support at all!

Thank you so much if you read this entire message. It means a lot to me and I hope a good long break means when I’m  able to get back to commission and freelance I’ll approach them with much more vigor and skill!

[beetledrink]

you kids know i love you, right? but if i see one more goddamn queue tag longer than my email address something inside me is going to break for reasons i can’t explain

[writingroom21]

Auction

Pairing: Hockeyplayer!rafe x bookworm!reader

Summary: When a donation auction gives you the opportunity of your dreams you have to take it. Can't help it when your fantasies come to life.

or

When Rafe finds the girl of his dreams without realizing at a donation auction. Who knew donating a date would lead to dreams coming true.

Warnings: 18+, smut, unprotected sex, cream pie, smut books, let me know if I Missed any.

Wc: 3K

“Cameron, are you even listening?” Coach Benson yells over the chatter in the locker room. Rafe turns his attention to the older man and nods his head. “Yes coach.” The old man narrows his eyes, not believing Rafe for a moment. “Then what did I say?” Rafe looks around and sees the other boys on the team snickering. He finishes up his tie and looks at the coach. “Sleep with the bidder so they want to give more money?” The room erupts with laughter but the older man doesn’t crack.

“Behave yourself, don’t need you spreading anything to anyone.” The room laughs at the coach's joke but Rafe doesn’t. “Be the perfect date and don’t get too smashed. We do not need a repeat of last year.” In the back corner Jeremy let out a groan. “That was one time, let it go.” Coach continues on with his speech that everyone has heard before. He goes over the rules and the order of who’s going up. As captain of the team Rafe is the last one to go up so he is relaxed. 

The rest of the hockey team makes their way to the auditorium in the building next door. He stays back for a little while checking his text. Looking at the time he moves his sticks to the side to shove his clothes in before heading over. The auditorium is full of a bunch of the girls from the college and some heard about it so they are here. He slowly makes his way to the side stage, catching glimpses of the girls sitting waiting for their date. “Up next is Tyler Ritzker! He likes to spend time in the gym working on his muscles. Jesus.” Coach shakes his head. “And showing girls a good time. Can I get twenty bucks!” 

The auction goes on for a little while longer with a break to get some food. Rafe’s about to reach for a pig in a blanket when someone bumps into him. He looks over to see you lowering a book from your face. “Sorry I didn't see you there.” His eyes give you a once over and a small smirk plays on his face. “No worries. Can’t complain when a pretty girl bumps into me.” A small blush forms on your face. You hide the book behind your back and look around for a second. “So are you coming up soon?” You point to the double doors behind you with a sparkle in your eyes.

Rafe takes a small step closer to you, leaning down to whisper in your ear. “Why are you gonna bid for me?” He pulls back to watch you biting your lower lip. He can hear people starting to head back. One of the guys from the team slaps his shoulder grabbing his attention. “You heading in?” Rafe nods and pushes him off. But when he looks back you are gone. Taking a step forward he looks around trying to get a glimpse of you. All he can catch is a book and based by the cover with hockey sticks it seems to be hockey related. He heads behind the stage and queues up at the end of the line.

One by one each guy gets called and bid on. There’s one person on stage and then it’s Rafe’s turn. He watches as the people in the crowd hold up their paddles to get a date with Eric. Finally a girl in the front gets her claws on the poor guy. “Now of the main event and what I assume most of you are here for. Welcome up our team captain Rafe Cameron. Rafe is a top player who likes to dirt bike on the weekends. If you’re into a smartass who will give you a headache you are in for a treat.” Rafe throws an arm around the coach and takes the mic from him. “Thank you coach. I also love the beach and teaching someone very lucky how to surf.” He throws a wink to the crowd and a lot of paddles go up.

Coach takes the mic back and starts the bid. “Can I get fifty bucks?” Practically all of the paddles go up. Rafe’s eyes scan the crowd looking for you but he can’t see anything. “What about two hundred?” Paddles slowly start to windle down as the price keeps getting higher. “Let me see three fifty.” Rafe stands there with his hands in his pockets. Coach keeps listing off numbers and it's down to the last two girls. Neither of them are you. His right foot taps the stage as he’s now getting pissed. Why ask if you weren’t interested? Sucks because you were hot. The way you looked up at him had the front of his pants get a little bit tighter. 

“Seven hundred.”

His eyes shot up to see a new paddle in the air and the two girls that were fighting were debating on what to do. “We got seven hundred. Do I hear seven ten?” Rafe watches with a grin as the other two girls lower their paddles. “Deal for seven hundred. That concludes our auction. Bidders meet your prizes at the front to coordinate your dates. Thank you to all that donated. I believe we have succeeded in our goal of the night.” Rafe doesn’t really hear much after as he casually rushes off the stage to find you. 

When he exits the room he sees you off to the side paying your donation and chatting with the lady. You turn around just to make eye contact with him. He starts to walk over to you with a grin as you stay still. Looking around you head closer to the doors so you aren’t blocking the way. His hand finds your biceps guiding you outside away from everyone. “Well isn’t this a surprise.” You blush, fiddling with the book in your hands to distract yourself. Letting out a chuckle you try to calm your nerves. “I did ask if you were going to be going up.” The two of you start to walk towards the ice rink not really knowing where you are going. 

“Yeah but you weren’t bidding.” You shrug and look at the sky to count the stars. “Didn’t want them to think I was competition.” Looking over at you — you send a smile causing you to wrinkle your nose. “But you are.” It’s not really a question, just a silent statement left in the air. You stop in front of the building holding the ice rinks. Staring at the building you bite your lower lip as you think. “I know what I want to do for our date.” The words are soft as you try to get more confident in the idea. “I want you to teach me how to skate.” He looks back at the doors and then at you.

It was a no brainer. 

He grabs your hand, walking backwards he leads you into the building. “Come on. We get access to the rink after hours.” Your eyes are wide as you look behind you and then around the halls as you pass rooms. “Are you sure we won’t get in trouble?” Rafe keeps walking until he reaches a door and opens it. Inside is a bunch of skates and some equipment. “Even if we do, they won’t do anything. Now find your size.” You roll your eyes as you look at the rows of skates. The light in the room flickers as the yellow glow barely lights the room. You place your book down on a table as you try on a skate to see if it fits. 

Rafe takes a few steps and looks at the cover. ‘Pucking Around’ He chuckles at the name thinking it’s stupid. You put the skate back, having to find a slightly smaller size so he takes the opportunity to look the book up. He pulls out his phone and reads the description. For a moment he has a hard time processing what he just read. There’s no way that you are reading that book. His eyes flicker up to you to see you bent over as you put your shoes back on and grab the skates you will use. His pants get a bit harder at the sight of your ass mix with the thought of that book.

Shit what are you hiding from everyone?

The two of you head over to the rink and sit on the bench to put your skates on. “So why skating?” His eyes look at the book next to you and then at you. Glancing up you give him a confused look. “Huh?” He finishes his laces and then pulls your foot over to lace your skates. “Why is our date me teaching you how to skate? Not complaining or anything, just curious.” Your face flushes. “Oh I want to learn how to skate. Plus I like hockey.” A smirk plays on Rafe’s face as he imagines how much you like the sport.

“Yeah? What ‘s your favorite team?” Your face lights up a bit. “Bruins. Sucks that they traded their captian last minute and fucked up the team even more. Their season was already over before the trade but it was such a bad choice.” You go off a little bit more on the team's states overall. “Imagine my horror when they didn’t even make the playoffs this season. It just feels unnatural.” You were so wrapped up in your thoughts you didn’t even realize you were on the ice.

Looking down you almost panic and slip but Rafe catches you. “Keep going. I’m interested in what you think they should have done.” You huff as he skates backwards to help you get the hang of everything. “So many things. First, don't get rid of the captain that everyone loves and makes the team I don’t know. Next not trying to be rude but many of the players suck and they could easily trade them for better players. Why keep people who are not improving.” In time you get the hang of the motion and Rafe lets go of you.

Well only to skate next to you and hold your hand. The two of you go one to talk about different teams and players. “Didn’t take you for a hockey fan.” He nudges you which was a bad idea as he had to stop you from falling. You giggle as you hold onto him to stabilize yourself. “My dad and I watch it all of the time. We go to games from time to time.” Your smile catches Rafe’s attention. He can’t pull his gaze away from it which almost makes the two of you crash into the wall. “Jesus, I thought you were good at this.” You push him lightly. 

He laughs and skates towards you. You squeal as he catches you in his arms and skates around. Lightly you hit his back trying to get him to put you down. “Rafe put me down.” He does a spin and skates backwards with you thrown over his shoulder. “Nope trying to show you how good I am.” You laugh as he lowers you down and grabs your hands to skate with you. “Trust me I never doubted that.” His pants got a bit tighter again. Pulling you in, Rafe cups the side of your face. “How about next, we do something you like.” 

You tilt your head further into his hand with a curious look. “Like?” Rafe stops the two of you in front of the exist where all of your stuff is. He helps you out of the rink, leading you to the bench. “Thinking that we can read this book together.” Your eyes widen when he reaches for it and you try to stop him. Not being fast enough he opened the book up to the page to have a red tab on. Like a slow motion film you watch as his mouth drops open and his eyes practically bulge out of his face. “Holy shit.” You try to grab the book again but he raises it over his head with a tilt so he can still read it.

Subconsciously he reaches for the tent in his, tugging at it to relieve the tension. You groan and hide your face so you don’t have to look at him. “You like this shit?” Turning around you stumble as you try to get away only to be stopped. “Look at me.” Moving your gaze to him you see that his pupils are dilated. “If that was me and you, I wouldn’t hesitate to bend you over that counter either. I’d fuck you until you forgot your name and all you could feel was me.” You moan at the thought and take a step forward. “Yeah?” Your voice rasps out. “What else do you like in this book?”

Without speaking you take the book and open up another red tabbed page. Handing it over to him, you play with the hem of his shirt. “The four of them all fuck in the shower. Something about it is just hot to me. The way they all just want to be with each other.” Rafe’s chest rises and falls with each breath as he continues to read the pages. Lowering the book he looks at you with some sort of look. You hold your breath waiting for what he’s going to do next. “You want to feel that?” You nod your head.

His lips crash onto yours—sucking the air from your lungs. Shit he’s a good kisser. His hands find your waist to pull you in. His fingertips sneak their way under your shirt to graze your skin. Taking a step back he guides you, helping you walk on skates without breaking the kiss. Not being able to take it anymore he slams you against the wall outside of the locker room. His thigh prys its way between your, giving you the perfect place to grind yourself one. His hands roam your body as you find the back of his head to pull on his hair.

Both of you stand there for a moment enjoying each other. His kisses move to your neck and leave light hickies on there. You moan and pull his hair again when he pinches one of your nipples. “Shit Rafe.” Breaking away from you he takes a deep breaths while resting his forehead on yours. He pulls you into the locker room. Stopping you two, take off your skates and you look around. “Never been in the locker room.” He lifts you up, making you wrap your legs around his waist. “I’ll show you after.” He kisses you again making you forget about where you are.

Shit this is like a dream come true.

Your back hits cold tile making you arch your back. Your chest pushes against his and you accidentally grind into him. He pulls away for a second. “Take your clothes off.” He lets go of you so you can undress as he does the same. You rush to take your clothes off, handing them to him so he can put them away.When he walks back you take in a good look at him. He’s tall and muscular in a buff way. By the way he’s looking at you, he’s doing the same. When he reaches you, he turns on the water. The steam automatically fills the room. Rafe stares down at you, his thumb playing with your bottom lip.

Taking matters in your own hands, you grab his dick giving it a tug. You spit on the tip before you start to jerk him off. “Did you learn that in your books?” You laugh as he nibbles on your collar bone. “Learned a lot of things. My ex used to love it.” The mention of an ex pisses him off and he picks you up. He positions you so that when he thrust he teases your clit. Each thrust teased the both of you over and over again. Rafe played with your nipples as he kissed every inch of your skin.

“Looks like I’m lucky. Got the perfect little slut all to myself.” You moan and lift your hips trying to catch him with your entrance. You’re dying to feel him. “Rafe, please.” Using his arm around your waist, he lifts you as he positions himself at your entrance. Loud moans echo on the walls as he fills you up with each inch of himself. He is big, stretching you more than you ever have been. His thrusts are hard and fast. You’re pressed against the wall with Rafe’s hand right next to your head. Hise lips are so close to yours that you can taste his breath.

Opening his eyes he looks into yours. Water droplets fall from his hair onto his nose. Fuck he looks so good right now. You moan at just the sight of him, throwing your head back a little too hard. He cradles your head bringing you in to kiss your forehead. “You okay?” You moan in response and nod your head. “Yes. Oh fuck yes!” Rafe’s lips are back on your in an instant biting your lip hard. The waterfalls around the two of you hitting Rafe’s back making it red from the heat. Your nails scrap down his back when your orgasm builds.

“That’s it baby. Cum for me.” 

Your body spasms when you finally cum. Rafe buries his head in your shoulder biting the flesh when he starts to cum. His moans are muffled but you can still hear them. He kisses up your neck when he starts to come down. “Fuck you’re amazing.” You giggle and grab his face so you can kiss him. Slowly he pulls out, placing you on the floor so you two can wash up. Just then the door to the showers opened up. “Jesus Christ Rafe I said no sleeping with the bidders.” Rafe covers your body as the coach tries to leave the room with his eyes closed. He looks down at you and steals a quick kiss. 

“Sorry coach. Just couldn’t help myself.”

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