#but at least I cut down on loads of pictures?

[casualsnickers]

Month of Emmet Quick Write #11

Prompt #11: Photo

Dawn is visiting the two brothers again to spend some time with Ingo while on winter break. She also brought some pictures from Hisui to flip through for a project of hers. Emmet gets invited to see a few of them and he's... mildy concerned, to say the least. Old habits really do die hard.

Read the whole thing below the cut.

“Dawn, these are absolutely abhorrent and you need to delete them.”

“But what’s wrong with them? They’re funny!”

Emmet sat nearby, Eelektross coiled around him as Emmet loaded that week’s dishes into the dishwasher. Emmet could practically hear the ludicrous amount of stress that rolled off of his brother’s voice as both him and his invited guest, Dawn, sat nearby in the living room.

“How were these pictures even taken in the first place? Dawn, the perspectives on these are not in first person.”

“Two of my pokémon have opposable thumbs, uncle.” 

“Why are there pictures of me in here? I don’t remember you ever taking these.”

From over the top of the couch, Dawn peered at Emmet, excitedly waving her phone around as if to beckon him over. “Uncle Emmet! Uncle Emmet!I need you to look at these pictures for me! Pretty please? I took them back in Hisui, and I want to know which ones I should get printed out!”

“Preferably none of them!” Ingo voiced. Ingo then shuddered. “Please don’t show any of these to your guardians- they would sooner have my neck.”

“What’s wrong with the pictures?” Emmet carefully set down what progress he’d made on the dishes, gently accepting Dawn’s phone as the teenager made room on the couch, eagerly snuggling in next to him as she began to flip through the pictures.

“Okay, okay! Look, look, look! Tell me which ones I should print out! I wanna put a few on my wall back home.”

“Very well.” Emmet carefully began to flip through the pictures, the first one making him do a double take. The first picture featured Dawn standing in some massive grassy field, her entire head obscured within a massive Gyarados’s mouth, saliva dripping onto her uniform. She was making a double thumbs-up gesture despite the fact that the Gyarados in question was glaring at her headless torso.

Another picture featured Dawn grinning and standing enthusiastically in front of what looked to be an active volcano pit, a massive, blurry Arcanine-like creature bearing down on top of her with all of its teeth exposed while Dawn was none the wiser, grinning as if taking a picture in front of a tourist hotspot.

Yet another picture, blurrier than the last, featured Dawn squaring up with an utterly massive Ursaring with only her bare hands in the middle of what looked to be a marsh. Another Ursaring laid a few paces away, its body twisted in an odd fashion like a pretzel.

Emmet swallowed, sparing Dawn a bewildered glance. “...I am… deeply concerned. I also have multiple questions.”

“You haven’t even seen the best ones yet!” Dawn complained, completely ignoring the fact that the context of the photos were all but missing. “Keep going through them! There’s like a bajillion of these in my photo gallery and I want to showcase only the best!”

This girl is insane. “Please define what ‘only the best’ means to you.”

Dawn looked thoughtful for a moment. “Hmm. Okay! I know! Pick the ones that surprise you the most. See, you guys are the first to see these pictures. My mom would absolutely murder me if she saw any of these but I mean- bragging rights, so- “

“None of these are ‘bragging rights’, Miss Dawn,” Ingo groaned, his head in his hands.

“I just think it’d be funny if I put up a string of these in my room and then invited my friends over and they saw.”

“A conversation piece?” Emmet questioned.

“...Yeah! That! I’m creating an energy!”

“That energy is fear and probably uneasiness,” Emmet muttered under his breath. He could see the humor in a few of them and Dawn looked to be having fun for the most part. But then, Emmet knew next to nothing about Hisui and how it was for both Dawn and Ingo, having heard nothing about the subject.

Dawn flipped over to another photo that made Emmet pale in the face. The picture was majorly zoomed out but Emmet could easily see Dawn’s blurry silhouette. She was falling head first, her arms and legs stretched out to her sides as a large Braviary darted after her, some kind of massive electrical storm moving in the background.

The next photo was surprisingly of Ingo. Both Ingo and Dawn were sitting calmly in some wooden hut, Emmet recognizing both Ingo’s Gliscor and Alakazam as they sat around a roaring fire. However, the main oddity of the photo was the fact that a massive Froslass with glowing red eyes was positioned directly outside the window with its face pressed up against the glass, reaching in one sleeved hand to quietly unlock the door; something that clearly neither of them had realized when the picture had been taken.

Yet another photo showcased Ingo way up high. So high that he was practically a smudge on the cliff he was scaling. With his bare hands. And no climbing equipment. Emmet recognized Sneasler’s form a ways above Ingo. Dawn was in the forefront facing the camera, pointing exasperatedly at Ingo while shaking her head. Some other boy- one that looked remarkably similar to Dawn- was almost losing it in the forefront with his eyes wide as he yelled something.

Dawn then tugged hard on Emmet’s sleeve. “This one’s my personal favorite.” She clicked over to a wide-shot photo where both her and Ingo were scarcely visible due to some kind of shrapnel explosion taking place between them. Emmet could just barely make out Ingo’s silhouette and signature pose- the one they used to mirror while on the Multi Line- but Dawn was at the forefront, mirroring Ingo’s pose while commanding… a Magikarp. A Magikarp whose expression conveyed an unspeakable amount of resignation and terror.

“What happened? In this photo?” 

“Path of Solitude. Magikarp.” Though Dawn was still smiling, she regarded Ingo coldly, her eyes brimming with venom as she balled her hands into fists. “His idea. To bring a Voltorb to a Splash fight.”

“And you used Self-Destruct?” Emmet blurted out incredulously. “No... Wait.” He grimaced, modeling Dawn’s same expression of irritation as he scooted a centimeter away from his brother. “That is standard Ingo behavior: tank everybody’s pokémon whenever convenient in the worst way possible. No strategy; only brute force.”

Ingo immediately went red in the face, pointedly not meeting either Dawn nor Emmet’s accusatory stares. “We are not getting into the debate about using Earthquake again-”

“It took a hundred tries for me to beat you!” Dawn retorted angrily, reaching across Emmet to grab at Ingo’s coat. “You traumatized Guppy! You made me use so many experience candies! It wasn’t even beneficial to the pokédex!”

They were optional!”

“Cruel and unusual punishment!” Dawn cried, crossing her arms. “Uncle Emmet, I need you to destroy Ingo for me. Teach him a lesson.”

Emmet immediately rolled up his sleeves. “Gladly.”

Ingo held up his hands in surrender. “Could you possibly reconsider?”

Emmet would have dropped the matter. He was a bit tired from taking care of the household chores and his pokémon hadn’t reacted in the slightest at word of a pokémon battle. But that was before Dawn had tugged on his sleeve again, a photo already preloaded, the cutesy charms on her phone jangling as she shoved her phone into Emmet’s awaiting hands.

“I have more,” she spoke slowly, her glare still trained on Ingo as she began flipping through other pictures. “There are several just like these. Uncle Ingo challenged me to a lot of solitude battles. A lot. Good thing I kept them, huh?”

[siriussslut]

Regulus receiving head for the first time, all whimpering and whining and gasping??? Yes pls. First time he gets deep throated? He swears he’s seen God.

Honestly, I’m not one to give head just like that but people’s reaction to getting it for the first time is so scrumptious to think abt

(I’ll just leave this pretty thing here)

- 🦕

oh my god stop i love ur reqs

warnings: explicit smut, oral sex (m receiving)

masterlist

pt 2, pt 3

“never?” you ask, the disbelief in your voice evident.

“never,” regulus confirms.

you wrinkle your nose. “is it like weird looking or something? or is it tiny?”

blood rushes to his face, cheeks flushing red. “no, it’s not weird!” he splutters. “and it’s not tiny.”

you squint at him, doubting. “but you’ve never gotten head?”

he shakes his head.

“show me.”

his blush somehow deepens. “sh-show you?”

you nod, as though asking your best friend to show you his dick is totally normal. “show me.”

he reaches for his zipper, clearly uncertain. you nod your encouragement. he lowers the zipper, letting his pants fall to your bedroom floor.

you laugh immediately. “are those minecraft boxers?”

he glares at you. you try to look away from the hideous green briefs, looking down at his thighs. they’re a lovely milky white, moles dotting the pale skin, creeping below the cloth.

“go on.”

he pulls at the boxers’ hem, before finally letting them fall to the floor. his cock springs free.

without thinking, you blurt out, “oh, it’s not tiny.”

regulus smirks as you stare. he’s definitely not tiny, coming in at least nine inches.

you squeeze your thighs together, picturing his length between them.

his dick is erect, clearly having hardened during your conversation. the tip is as red as his cheeks, the rest of it pale white.

you reach out, hand grazing the air in front of the tip.

you meet his eyes, asking. his grey eyes are foggy, clearly confused, but he nods.

your fingers touch the head and it twitches. you smirk, gaining more confidence.

you slide your fingers down, running them along the veins. you reach his balls and stroke. he gasps at the touch, thrusting his hips forward. you looks back into his eyes, and see lust shining back at you.

you slide off the bed, knees landing on your carpet with a soft thud. never once breaking eye contact, you lower your face, sliding him inside of your mouth. his hips thrust into you, groaning.

you shove as much of him as you can down your throat, letting his cock cut off your air supply. the taste of him fills your mouth and you suck with fervor, needing more of his dick.

“f-fuck.”

you reach down to grab his balls in your palms. you tug on them as you stimulate his tip, swirling your tongue around the erection.

he’s gasping and groaning the whole time, beautiful whimpers filling the air. your brain blocks out all the other sounds in the world— the chirping of the birds outside, your mother’s soft singing from downstairs, the clatter of pans as she cooks.

all you hear is the downright sin spilling out of the regulus’ beautiful wet lips. you grind your thighs together, wetness seeping through to your carpet.

“holy shit!” he groans, his voice an octave too high. “oh, fuck.” his voice is whiny and high, and he sounds dazed.

he comes in seconds, unable to hold it back. his seed floods your throat, painting your tongue. he twitches and thrusts in a fucked-out stupor before seemingly coming to his senses. he pulls out and a bit of cum covers your cheek.

you meet his eyes again, biting down on your lip before swallowing his load. he whimpers at the sight of you.

“was it good?” you ask, your voice low and sultry.

“i think i’ve met god.”

you laugh. “we’ll have to practice you lasting longer.” you stand up, readjusting your clothes.

“p-practice?”

[vivwritesfics]

"I Know"

Peter Parker has the best girlfriend ever

1.1K

Peter Parker x Reader

I've been MIA for the longest time because the inspo just hasn't been there. But I've gotten away from university for a few days, and this is what came from my peaceful time alone

"I'm so sorry, baby," said Peter. He stood on top of a building, watching a bank robbery happening opposite. A bag full of snacks and two pairs of his favourite pyjamas lay discarded beside him, and Peter made a mental note to pick it up later. The wind was biting, but Peter didn’t care. His attention was split evenly between his girlfriend and the bank robbery.

This was not the first time he had flaked on date night, and he knew it wouldn't be the last. He and his girlfriend both knew. But Peter Parker had the most understanding girlfriend in the world.

"It's okay, Pete," she said. Peter could picture her now, snuggled up in her bed, waiting to change into a pair of his pyjamas, with her snack basket filled and her laptop loaded up with a Christmas movie. "Go... save the world."

It wasn't quite saving the world, but she made Peter smile. She always made Peter smile. Y/N was the most understanding person in the world. "I'll be at yours as soon as I can. Don't open the chocolate without me."

After that, Peter had no choice but to hang up. The bank robbery had started to wrap up and Peter had to stop them. He put his phone in his bag, pulled his mask over his face, and swung down to the bank. "You guys have ruined my date night."

“What the fuck?” One of the bank robbers dropped his white bag filled with green notes and swung a bat at Peter.

It was cartoon-y, how these robbers were behaving. The white bags, the notes flying all over the place. Their ski masks weren’t masks at all, but unfolded beanies with the eyeholes cut out. “Wait, can I get a picture? My girlfriend is going to love this.”

***

Y/N’s family loved Peter. Somehow, he’d never been late to dinner with her parents. Either criminals decided to take the day off, to let Peter have his dinner, or for once somebody else was cleaning up the city in his stead.

But not tonight.

“I’ll be maybe ten minutes late,” he said as he swung through the city. His suit was discarded, but his tie was still around his neck.

Y/N had her phone between her shoulder and her ear as she put in a pair of earrings. Dinners like these were a big deal to her parents. The whole family dressed up fancy, all of her sibling’s partners were invited and they had at least three courses. “Pete, babe, it’s fine. I’ll cover you.” And, as she said it, she didn’t sound disappointed at all.

Peter really had the best girlfriend in the world. “Holy shit, I love you,” he said, only just noticing his tie. But it was too late to remove it now. “Please send me the cover story.”

They said their goodbyes (with Y/N begging him to stay safe) and went to do their things. Peter fought the bad guy, managing to keep his rather expensive tie intact. Y/N finished getting dressed for dinner and went downstairs to greet her parents.

Her siblings and their partners were already downstairs, drinks in their hands.

“There she is!” Called her brother as Y/N stepped into the room. He checked his watch and feigned a frown. “Not like that boyfriend of yours to be late, is it?”

With her hands clasped behind her back, Y/N rocked on her heels. “Actually, Peters gonna be late today,” she said, hoping they weren’t going to ask anymore questions.

“That Parker boy is never late,” her father said, “What’s holding him up?”

Before now, Y/N hadn’t thought of an excuse for Peter. She had just hoped they wouldn’t ask, and then he could’ve come up with his own backstory. (Peter had gotten good at that).

“Uhh…His house… caught fire? And his aunt… is in the hospital… with death?” oh yeah no this was not going well. “Oh! And the tire on his bike popped.”

Yes. That was very believable.

But nobody questioned it as Y/N sat beside her sister and her sister’s girlfriend. “He’ll be here soon.”

Her eyes shifted to the floor, which only made everything more believable. She pulled out her phone and sent Peter the cover story, just seconds before the doorbell rang. “I’ll get it!” She shouted, jumping up.

Racing to the front door, Y/N pulled it open to see Peter stood there, still sorting out his suit. “You are so lucky nobody else answered the door,” she said and buttoned up his shirt correctly. “I sent you over the cover story,” she whispered and kissed his cheek.

Pulling him into the house, Y/N pushed him towards her father. “Hello, Mr L/N! Sorry, I’m late, my tire burst.”

Suddenly, Y/N’s mother came running out of the kitchen. “Peter, my dear!” She shouted and pulled him in for a hug. “I’m so sorry to hear about May and your house. You can stay here for as long as you need!” She cried, running her fingers through her hair. He looked at Y/N with her brows furrowed. ‘Go with it’, she mimed. “How about we all go and visit May as soon as we’re finished with dinner?”

“Oh! Please, Mrs L/N. That’s not necessary.” Peter pulled away from his girlfriend’s mother and grabbed Y/N’s hand. “Can I have a word with you upstairs?” He asked her, and Y/N allowed herself to be pulled up to her bedroom.

As soon as the door was shut Y/N was wrapped around him. “I missed you,” she said, planting a kiss on his cheek.

“Missed me so much you told your family that May was in the hospital?”

“And that your house burnt down,” she said quietly, laying her head on his chest. “I know I said I’d cover for you, but I’m not very good at it, Pete.” Her arms snaked around his middle, sitting beneath his blazer.

Peter’s phone suddenly buzzed. He pulled it out of his pocket and frowned once he looked at it. “Oh god, what is it?” Asked Y/N, looking up at Peter with wide eyes.

“Baby, I love you but, I’ve got to go. I swear this’ll-”

“It’s okay, Peter, I know.”

Peter kissed her. It was slow, yet oh so intense. One of those kisses that makes you gasp. “I have the best girlfriend in the world.”

[seat-safety-switch]

One of my more accomplished friends is an MRI operator. When we first got talking about what we did for a living, I didn't get very interested. Now, don't think I'm some kind of elitist snob. My career (freelance journalist/greasy dirtbag) is a laugh-a-minute thrill ride, where you're as likely to get hunted down by friends of corrupt small government as you are to throw up in the back of a diesel-swapped Geo Metro being used to chase cows back into the paddock. It's set the bar very, very high.

By comparison, MRIs are boring healthcare stuff, meant for taking extremely high-quality pictures of people's junk all day long. Those pictures are then viewed by doctors, who will sneer at those people for not eating enough cauliflower. Just an absolute snore, which although involving a cool machine that's very loud, didn't fascinate me in the least.

That is, until they mentioned The Quench. In case you're unfamiliar, MRI machines operate on the principles of magnetism (that's the "M.") Big-ass magnets are used to send pulses throughout the machine, and those pulses are inconveniently blocked by chunks of your body standing in the way. By recording how irritated those magnets are, we can figure out what's going on inside your shit. Of course, you need big, big magnets for this, you're not running down to the grocery store and diagnosing a brain misfire using that cute little toddler-art-retainer shaped like a frog.

Sometimes, when shit really goes wrong, you need to stop the magnetism in a hurry. Maybe a patient walked in with a fully loaded firearm, and the magnets are now using it to shoot the inside of the machine. Perhaps you just decided that you would like to end your career. Either way, hitting the "quench" button douses those magnets with several hundred thousand dollars' worth of liquid helium, which makes them stop doing magnet-y things and start racking up billable hours for the MRI maintenance guy. This kind of highly expensive mechanical failure is my jam, and I asked immediately where I could get me some of those quenched-up magnets. Surely, they wouldn't reuse anything they've beaten up in this way?

My so-called friend figured out what I was up to, and clammed up almost immediately. Almost. He gave me just enough information for my inquisitive journalistic mind to figure out that they just chuck these big-ass magnets into the dumpster out back of the hospital, and someone with an enterprising enough mindset could then un-chuck them into the back of, say, a U-Haul van with the license plate removed after being careful to avoid all the security cameras along the way. Not that I would do such a thing, especially because it involves driving through a particularly weak chain-link fence near the seniors' centre.

Coincidentally, are you coming to my unveiling of my new magnetic-levitation Volare-launching system this weekend? I promise to listen very intently to whatever bullshit you say about your boring job, you'll love it. The Mayor is gonna be there, cut the ribbon and everything. Shit. Siri, remind me to get plastic scissors for The Mayor.

[arachine]

pairing: shy!inexperienced!charlie walker x fem!reader warnings: corruption, blow job, unprotected sex, loser charlie, whiny charlie + so sorry for clogging ethan’s tags but i am a whore for interaction! reblogs are highly appreciated >.< wc: 750

corruption with shy!inexperienced!charlie is something so special to me. just the sheer mental image of him trembling beneath your touch. head fogged with lust, palms all slick with perspiration because his hands have been nestled in the thick of your hair for the past half hour.

he’s very well past his limit, and you know this, but you disregard his—rather ill—attempts to swat you away. one more, you tell him. but one more is never really one more. it’s two more, then three more, then six more—and now he’s lost count. so instead of fighting, he relinquishes his body to you. lets you tease and touch, lick and suck, until his limbs melt into the plush of his stab themed duvet. 

“oh, god,” he groans with a hand thrown over his mouth, “‘m gonna, ‘m gonna–shit–yeah, keep doing that.” immediately, you pull off of him with a wet pop, wiping away a dew droplet of spit from the side of your mouth. 

“that feel good?” you query, smoothing a gentle palm up and down his shaft. there’s a hint of mischief in your voice–it’s teasing, but nonetheless, the question is genuine. 

“yeah, ’s ni–“ charlie starts, but is promptly cut off when you lick a long stripe up his length. like a minx, you furrow your brows and feign confusion—as if you don’t know what you’re doing when you lick him like that—look at him like that. when you rub the smooth skin of your cheeks against it, and leave a trail of wet kisses along the side of it. 

“huh? couldn’t hear you, baby,” you pout, rubbing a thumb up and over his weeping slit. the boy mumbles an expletive under his breath. sits up on his elbows and flashes you a look of disdain for making him repeat himself, though, you know it’s disingenuous. 

“f-feels…good,” he manages to huff out, “really good.” you smile at his sincerity, and halt your ministrations altogether, rising from your haunches to stand above him. the loss of touch coaxes a noise from him, somewhere in between a whine and a whimper, and he almost slips from the bed trying to pull you back towards him. 

“nuh uh,” you admonish, nudging his chest back with the tip of your foot. when he tries to move again, you push him all the way down against the bed, until your foot rests flat and firmly on the crest of his chest. this time, he seems to get it, ultimately accepting defeat. he retrieves back to his initial position, and plants his elbows deep into the cushion of his mattress.

charlie watches intuitively as you slowly retract your foot. his eyes dance across the expanse of your face, and although the room is dimly lit, he can still make out the devilish smirk gracing your features. one by one, you begin to discard articles of clothing, and it’s then that charlie’s starting to get the picture. oh, he thinks, it’s happening.

he feels like he should do something, like he should prepare, but he knows that any advance he makes will only result in another reprimanding. and, fuck, he can’t help but to squirm around because never in his wildest dreams did he think he’d be in this position—both figuratively and literally—which is, naked from the waist down, leaning back on his embarrassingly small twin sized bed, while the prettiest girl at woodsboro high strips down in front of him. 

and not only did you suck him off, but you were going to take his virginity. at least he thinks you are. because now you’re inching closer to him, and straddling him, and—

“holy shit,” he drawls, involuntarily springing forward when you sink down on him. an intense flood of warmth surges to the pit of his belly like liquid lightning, and like the virgin he is, he almost lets a load out right then and there. pathetic, he thinks. 

“not g-gonna last, not like this,” he spits through gritted teeth, “too warm, ’s t-too much, i c-can’t.” though, before he can finish, you interrupt him with a drag of your hips, and raise a single digit to his lips.

“shh, i know, i know. you’re doing so good,” the pad of your thumb swipes his cheek, “gonna take care of you, make you feel good,” you assure, “don’t you want me to help you?”

“y-yeah, shit, yeah,” charlie nods, throwing his head back against his sheets.

“then give me one more.” 

© arachine 2023

[luveline]

so! we were talking about hockey!sirius a couple days ago soooooooo

i would love to request hockey!sirius flirting with a reader who is not yet his girlfriend. (bonus points if he does the lighting her cigarettes for her like i would die actually)

thank you for requesting! —hockey player!sirius asks you on a date. 1k

"Hey, you." 

You squeeze your box of cigarettes but manage to keep your flinch to yourself. "Sirius, you're like a ghost," you complain, letting your bag fall back behind you. 

"A fit one, at least?" he asks. "I've caught you, haven't I?" 

You fish your box of cigarettes from your bag guiltily. "Don't tell my coach and I'll give you one." 

"Give me two and I'll let you borrow my clipper."

"A clipper," you drawl, drawing two cigarettes from the box to pass him. "I didn't think you were rich." 

"You know, my parents are loaded." 

You put a cigarette between your lips and shove the box down the depths of your bag, your dirty little secret hidden once again. Sirius knows because he's the only other idiot sportsman at your rink stupid enough to smoke at practice. "Weird brag." 

"Well," —he bobs his head from left to right gently, inhaling sharply as he lights the end of his cigarette, breathing through it, "it would be if I spoke to them." 

"Oh, shit. Sorry." 

"Don't be sorry," he says, his cigarette held carelessly between his lips as he ushers you forward. He's much more careful about you, holding your arm in a gentle hand as he lights the end of your cigarette, and nodding encouragingly when you inhale, his eyes a stony grey where they meet yours. "I brought it up." His hand coasts briefly up to your shoulder before he takes a step back. "I like telling you things." 

You lean against the wall and Sirius leans beside you. The outside of the rink is boring, a huge parking lot full of cars going in and out. Sirius' car, a dark cherry red oldsmobile with more scratches than paint, is parked not too far from where you're standing, a dent the size of a sledgehammer head in the driver's side that wasn't there before. "What happened to the vampmobile?" you ask. 

"James. I bet you never would've guessed," he says sarcastically.  

"I wouldn't have. He's a sweetheart. I'd be much more tempted to think you did it doing doughnuts on the industrial–" 

Sirius cuts you off, flicking the tip of his cigarette with a put upon attitude, "I don't do doughnuts. You think so little of me, sweetpea." 

He says sweetpea like you're the cutest thing on earth. You nudge him mildly and stub your cigarette out on top of the square black bin, half-smoked. "I better go home."

"Working tonight?" 

"No, I finally have a night off. Got a ton of stuff I need to do, but it shouldn't take long." You lift your arms into the air and stretch your sore shoulders, angled away from him to avoid giving him a show of the world's ugliest yawn.  

"Wanna get something to eat?" 

You hurt your jaw trying to stop your yawn midway through, arms falling flat to your thighs. Sirius isn't looking at you, gaze on the vamp mobile, smoke curling like a ribbon between his fingers. He has nicely shaped hands, very boney in the sharp way but still rather inviting, when you think about it. 

"Now?" you ask. 

"Tonight. If you want to, I'll take you out." He takes another drag, eyes flaring in time with the ash. "Don't act like you don't know," he says through the exhale. 

"Know what, Black?" you ask. 

"That I'm mad for you." 

You're suddenly and deeply aware of how you look, a mess after practice, hair straggled from its styling, face without any make up. There's nothing wrong with the way you look, but when you picture someone on Sirius' arm, it's never you. You fiddle with your jacket zipper, voice low, "I didn't know that." 

"I don't believe you." He's not accusatory, simply stating a fact. Sirius stubs his cigarette out next to yours, black hair ruffled in the wind, the scent of him adrift. He smells like smoke, of course, but there's a nicer woodiness beneath it. "I'll take the way you're looking at me as a solid maybe. You can text me." 

"No, I mean. Yeah. I mean–" You stammer as Sirius laughs warmly. "I'll text you. If you really are mad for me." 

"Want me to prove it?" he asks. 

Your lips part of their own accord. You look like a deer-in-the-headlights for sure, completely stopped by the implication. Even the thought of a kiss from his has your pulse capering hard. His hands cold from the rink pressed gently to the warmer stretch of your collar, slipping into the hemline, curling behind your neck as he steps close. You can't summon the kiss itself, too close to bursting, because what would you do? Where would you put your hands? Is there a specific place? 

"Don't look so nervous," he murmurs, his eyebrows pinching ever so slightly together. "I'm not gonna jump you." 

"It's not like that, I just don't know…" 

"About us?" he asks. "That's why I'm trying to ask you on a date. You can make your mind up about us and I'll help you bulk for sectionals."

"I don't need bulking," you say. 

He laughs. "No, you're perfect. Beside your bad habit, that is. We have that in common." Sirius steps forward, pauses. "Can I kiss your cheek?" 

His asking is the last straw. You're melted like a slush curl. 

"Yeah," you say weakly. 

Sirius kisses your cheek gently, and then he tucks his face against the side of your head and gives you a hug. "Text me, yeah? If you want." He peels back to grin at you. "I have to go back in. Elite league won't win itself. Talk to you later, doll."

You watch him retreat back into the centre, not sure what you want to do first; text him, or smoke another cigarette. In the end, you decide against the cigarette. If he's really going to prove how mad he is for you, you don't want to taste like smoke. 

[whatdudtheysay]

Michael Afton x F!reader

Credit to the makers of the boarders

B- Michael's helping you move into your college dorm room but he finds something he wasn't supposed to..

CW - breeding, vibrator use, marking, fingering, squirting

Not proofread

˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗

"Andd here's the last box-" Michael grunted, placing it on the floor beside your bed. "What's in these things. Anyway?"

You shrugged. "Just some decorations, clothes and my bedding."

He nodded, laying on your bed while groaning.

You smiled and sat beside him.

"Thanks for the help today....I can pay you back by getting us some food?"

Michael nodded, still tired from all the work he did today.

You laughed lightly before getting up and grabbing his car keys from the side table.

"I'm taking your car, byee!"

Before he could respond, you were already out of the door. Michael took a deep breath, looking around your room and then at the large window. The moon was already rising. He didn't think time had gone by that fast.

Michael got up, looking at the messy boxes around your room. Out of kindness, he got up and grabbed the box cutter on your dresser and knelt beside a box. He may as well lessen your work load and he figured it'd take a while for you to pick up the food, especially at this time.

He cut open a few boxes, taking out clothes and storing them in dressers, moving onto decorating your shelves and bookcase with the potted plants and clutter you had bought, even deciding to place the bedding on your mattress and duvet, unboxing your 'special pink pillows' as you called them.

Once everything was stored, he caught a glimpse of one last box, sighing heavily before cutting it open. He expected more clothes or some framed pictures. Instead he saw lace. Lace underwear and bras.

This part had completely flown over his head. He contemplated for a few seconds. Would you be mad that he saw them? Would you forget about it yourself?

He was about to shut the box before he saw a pink velvet box in the corner, covered by some more underwear. Michael's curiosity got the better of him and he ended up pushing past your underwear, picking up the box, placing the one with your underwear on the box. He examined the box, it was a plain mauve with a black ribbon covering the lid.

He opened it, his eyes widening when he saw what looked like a vibrator. He picked it up, placing the box on the bed whilst he looked at it. He shouldn't have been this surprised. You were still young and obviously had needs he hadn't really thought of, especially since you were a relatively shy girl.

Experimentally, he clicked the power button, watching as it whirled to life, vibrating against his palm.

He was basically in a trance. His thoughts turning a lot more lewd as he imagined how you got off to it.

"Alright! I'm back." You announced, suddenly coming to your dorm again.

The door slamming shut was the only thing that broke the silence. Your eyes moved from the box on the floor to the still working vibrator in Michael's hand.

Blood rushed to your face, dropping the bag with the food you picked up.

You both stared at each other for another minute before you lunged towards Michael, desperately trying to get the toy off of him.

"ah- hey! Y/n, wait!" He stammered, trying to get you to calm down, holding the toy above his head.

"Why'd you take it out!" You whined, your eyes watering with embarrassment. "At least turn it off-"

You clambered on top of Michael, causing both of you to fall against your bed. Michael generously held onto the power button, making the toy turn off.

You reached for it against but Michael rolled it over to the end of the bed, holding your hips in place so you couldn't go after it.

It was only after that did you both notice the position you were in, as well as you noticing the bulge pressing against your crotch, making you even more embarrassed.

"Sheesh, calm down. It's not a big deal." Michael reassured.

You felt more than ashamed. Michael held onto you, sitting up, your hands moving to his chest to stabilise you.

A small silence passed, both of you still looking at each other.

An idea flashed over Michael, a smirk tugging at his lips.

"How about you show me how you use it, hm?"

You almost mentally shut down, your mind going hazy.

"No way-"

You pushed against him, trying to create distance which was almost impossible because of his hands that wrapped around your waist.

"Why not? You still acting shy?"

He pushed you off of him, not giving you a chance to even get comfortable before he was towering over you.

Your heart raced. Michael was your best friend. If you crossed this line again your friendship would be at stake.

His lips latched onto the side of your neck, sucking whilst his hands fondled your breasts.

"Mmnh- Michael wait," you sighed, trying not to submit to his touches.

He moved away from you, eyes locking with yours.

"You wanna stop?"

You bit your bottom lip, eyes moving to the evident bulge in his pants.

"No, I'm just worried," you murmured. "I don't wanna ruin our friendship."

Michael leaned down again, kissing your neck softly.

"Just relax, ok?"

You nodded and winced slightly at the feeling of his teeth sinking into your shoulder.

Michael's hand moved to your shirt, pulling it up with your bra, his fingers tweaking your nipples. Your back arched, a small whine coming from your swollen lips.

He moved away from your neck, pulling your clothes off properly and throwing them somewhere in your room, moving to tug your jeans off.

Once the obstructing material was off, he discarded his own. Pulling off his shirt and taking off his sweatpants.

You raked your hands over his built body, biting the inside of your cheek.

Michael groped your breast with more ease, his other hand moving to tease your clit through the soft material of your panties, making you whimper with need.

"Michaell don't tease me, Please-" you moaned, rolling your hips up to meet his fingers.

"Why not, you're so cute when you're needy." He grinned, applying pressure that had your nerves screaming.

Your small whimpers and begs fell deaf on his ears as he continued teasing you. He dipped his hand down, stopping at the wet patch on your underwear.

"Looks like you're getting warmed up." Michael hummed, his hand dragging your panties down.

You helped him, kicking them off. He spread your legs, looking in awe at how your pussy clenched around nothing, dripping with need. He moved to the side, grabbing the vibrator he had pushed to the side.

The thought of edging you further crossed his mind but he saw how badly you needed it. And quite frankly, he didn't think he'd be able to hold back either.

His fingers sunk into your wet heat, making you twitch with need, your hips rolling up to meet his deep thrusts.

Choked moans filled the air, your hair sticking to you due to the sweat coating your body. Michael's fingers were driving you insane, your fingers clinging to the sheets with need.

You knew you were done for once Michael turned the vibrator on, pressing it firmly against your clit.

"No, no, no!! Michael, pleasee -" you moaned, trying to move away from the toy, Michael applying more pressure as a result.

"cmon, y/n." Michael cooed, his fingers slipping out of your wet heat, moving to hook in the band of his underwear, pulling them down to reveal his hard dick, precum leaking from the tip.

You whimpered at the length of Michael, thinking about the deep spots he'd be able to hit in just a few moments.

"You ready, hm?" He asked, turning the power of the vibrator higher with your lack of response.

You suddenly nodded, back arching as your orgasm crept up your leg. Michael reduced the power, making you whine and pout. Luckily, it was all cut short once Michael pushed his tip against you, only giving you a somewhat warning before he bottomed out, forcing a gasp out of you.

"Michael - pleasee-" you moaned, eyes almost rolling back when he began to mercilessly pound into you, the vibrator being a cherry on top, feeding deliciously into your seemingly endless pleasure.

"Fuckk, can't help it, y/n. You're hugging me so fuckin' tight -" Michael groaned, increasing the pressure against your clit.

Your hands grabbed at your newly placed sheets, trying to grab hold of your consciousness as Michael spared you no mercy on your poor cunt, trying to control your jolts when Michael suddenly changed the setting.

"Michael -" you whined, brows knitting together. "Gonna cum, but I feel weird-" you panted, a weird racey feeling rapidly building in your stomach.

"Shit-" Michael moaned, moving the vibrator away and replacing it with his fingers, drawing hard circles against your clit. "Give it to me, y/n."

You couldn't help it anymore. You came around him, hard. Your orgasm squirting against Michael's pelvis, his hips continuing to fuck into you. Your walls fluttered and hugged Michael tightly, Michael's hips stuttering slightly before he jolted against you, releasing his seed into you.

You rested against your sheets tiredly, trying to wrap your head around what had just happened.

"fuck, y/n...." Michael sighed, looking down at the mess you'd both created, slowly pulling out of you, watching how his cum poured out.

"let's get you cleaned up first." Michael advised.

You nodded, slowly getting up.

You knew you'd have to sort this whole thing out later but now, you decided to just let Michael take care of you.

❤︎

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A/n - this was really rushed so, so sorry for the short ending ❪⠀ᥫ᭡⠀❫

[simp-ly-writes]

Lasting Pictures: Overwhelmed (pt.7)

Pairing: Poly!Task Force 141 x Photographer!Reader

Summary: And just when you thought things couldn't get worse, you get strapped to a mission with a new recruit while guilt consumes you from the inside out. At least the "team" is back together- right?

Warnings: 3005 words, slowburn, swearing, depictions of PTSD, mentions of injury.

A/N: A shorter chapter in comparisons to others... I want to spoil so badly what is being served up next lol.

Masterlist | Taglist | edited.

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↳ Two Weeks Until Mission “Spill”

Strapping yourself into yet another cold metal seat had now become a form of comfort- you were safe in the sky for these few moments. The only enemy being your own thoughts- clouding over your consciousness and drowning it in worries and what ifs. A knock of your shoulder has your mind clearing to be met by two blue ones eyeing you with concern- Matthew was back with you. They plane jittered- knocking both of your helmets together as you curse out- gripping your forehead as they mirror the same. 

“You holdin’ up there al’right?”

“You sound worse than I look- Matthews.”

“A mixture of a sleepless night and liquid courage in the morning for today's meeting.”

“Mmm,” is all you leave the lace corporal with in your thoughts,-eyeing their gear up and down as they shuffle their boots in the cramped space. “I’m surprised they are placing you on so many missions this early in your career… you must be special or we are facing some serious load of shit.”

“I was hoping you would know which side of that we are on…”

You scoff- ending the conversation while bending your head back against the plane's frame- the slight rumbles shaking your helmet leave your ears tingling from the sensation. Matthew does the same- trying to catch some shut eye before facing yet another unknown.

--

The plane begins its descent, you feel as the tires bump and skip against the pavement as you slowly come to a halt. Shoving a sleepy-eyed Matthew out before yourself- he looks around widely- taking the new environment in as you help the crew to unload your gear to an awaiting truck. 

Another plane scratches against the blacktop as you squint your eyes across the field- a black plane with a familiar skull logo has you rolling your eyes before a small smile finds its way across your face. Matthew tilts their head, taking the box out of your hands as they open their mouth- wanting to ask about your reaction as you cut to the chase.

“We have more witnesses.”

“Wonderful.”

“You sound so happy about that Matthews- what, you wanted it just to be the two of us?” you tease as Matthew goes bright red.

“No-no, absolutely not like that. I don't want to start ANYTHING-”

“Hey, hey- I’m just pulling your leg a bit. Nothing to be reported to Fish… just yet,” you tease out once more. 

Matthew shakes their head, dropping the last box into the trunk as the plane turns and sets beside the truck- the door slowly opening as various boots match their way down and towards you both. 

Another truck pulls in behind you- screeching to a halt as your hand hovers over your secondary- waiting for their first move. The car door slams open and shut before you pause like a deer in headlights upon hearing their voice. Horangi and Köing both have stopped in their steps as the three of you all look at each other- shock coursing through your veins as Matthew is now more confused than ever.

“Dice-erm lieutenant- sorry. Is everything okay?”

“Everything is great Matthew- just dealing with a walking and talking corpse it appears…” you reply while turning around slowly and being met with yet another pair of blue eyes staring back into your own. The crinkle when searching your own, arms falling slightly open as your heart races. Eyes dropping down to their arms- training up their tattoos with caution- the arms that you spent many nights in. Checking over to see if this really was the same man as before. There is no way, your brain mocks you as consumed laughter erupts from your core. 

Your feet are moving on their own as they stand there in wait. Horangi and Köing have yet to move- still trying to process reality. How has the squad fully retunited? Is all you can think while grabbing onto their bullet vest in a vice grip as they wince from the pressure before hugging you back with the same emotional effort. All you were missing with Fish to complete the scene.

And with that thought, you pulled back, forearms still latched onto one another- holding as if one were to leave once more. “A-Alex. Oh my hells- ALEX! You are dead- I fucking watched you die you absolute prick!” You yell out before shoving him into his truck. He stumbles slightly before casting a big smile over your shoulder as he waves Horangi and Köing over.

“Well if I am truly dead- it's great to see you as the first devil I have the pleasure of meeting,” he says with a smile before pulling Horangi and Köing into separate hugs- sharing small sentiments with one another before another door to the car gets opened- all your heads snapping over to the sound. 

“It is great to see friends-family reunited once more. It is an even more pleasure to finally see you in person, Dice. It has been some time since we last got to talk- even online,” Farah says while nodding over to Matthews who gives her a kind smile in reply. 

“The pleasure is all mine Farah- if I could introduce you to-”

“There is no need, Dice- For I already know of everyone here. Is that not right Matthews?”

“Matthew?” you reply out in confusion as they nod their head, casting you a small smile before walking over to Farah's side. 

“I was sent to ensure we were not being double-crossed again,” Matthew replies simply before jumping into the back of the truck- leaving the rest of you to catch up amongst one another. Looking back to Alex who already stares down at you, and you down at his prosthetic leg.

“Don’t you start those thoughts Dice- there was nothing you could have done. You had already sacrificed so much- going away with them for months. To save me- to save our team. That gamble of your life saved thousands- much more valuable than my leg,” Alex says with a squint to his eyes- ensuring your focus on his sincerity. All you can do is nod in reply before hopping into the truck and rolling down the road.

--

The car ride was filled with a talk radio show that conversed in a language you had yet to learn. Every now and then Alex would turn down the radio to translate the local news or fire a question into the backseat where you reside beside Matthews. Farah sat at shotgun- seemingly in her own world as she flipped through various maps hidden in the console. 

The voices that filled the space eventually drifted into mere mumbles as you leaned your head against the glass window- feeling each bump in the road rumble against your over consumed brain. You were having a silent breakdown, emotions swirling as you gripped your pant leg and squeezed your eyes shut. You did your bets to hide the staggering breaths you took in shallow motions of your chest. 

Yet just as you feel yourself becoming weaker by the minute- the lack of oxygen floating through your head. The sound of a singular shot rings through your ears as you snap up forward, gripping your seatbelt instinctively. The hold it has on your body now feels strangling as you, your arms flare- trying to escape as the car slows and pulls into a driveway. The driver's door is slammed open near the same time yours is.

Alex reaches over, unbuckling you from the seat as he pulls you out. The smell of gasoline coming from the cooling exhaust has you choking back tears as your nails dig into his tattoos. He pulls you out of the car and away from the group- into the building and inside a bedroom. Placing you upon the mattress, he turns back around to close the door. 

You reach a hand out, Alex watches from the corner of his eye- now walking faster to close the door so he can return to you. You sit there still, a small plead escaping your lips as you notice his quick movements away from you. 

“Hey-Hey, I’m just closing the door- promise I’m not leaving, not this time,” Alex says with his back turned to you and now a closed door. You fall backwards onto the bed, shaking as you borrow your face into a pillow- the softness of its material. The weight of a blanket being placed across your skin has you reveling in its warmth. Alex’s hand hover over your hair before deciding to gently pull back a few strands to reveal your bloodshot eyes. 

You hiccup back tears, mouth opening and closing with various apologies falling short from becoming audible. You feel as the bed dips and Alex sits beside your head, leaning against the headboard as you move from the pillow to his thigh. You both sit there still for a moment, you focus on the sounds of his breath, the presence he brings to a room, as your brain clears. 

In a frog-like tone you look up to find Alex already looking down at you, “This is not how I was expecting our next meeting to be,” is how you start- eyes now differing away from his own as you fight against the whirlwind of emotions still plaguing my system. “I thought I would meet you in heaven- me waiting for you and then it all changed-”

“How so?” Alex asks with tenderness as he places a hand to your shoulder, rubbing small circles that have your mind going on a seventh tangent. 

You shake your head at first, stupid, stupid, stupid- why would you start with that! Before letting out a sigh, “I’m sorry for jumping right into things I-”

“It was me who insisted on meeting you at the landing field. Laswell spoke against it- it was going to overwhelm you but I was just so desperate to see the team together again. To feel together again,” you feel as his legs shift from under you before he continues, “Apologies, Dice. Fuck I- I-”

“I get it,” you let out a breathy chuckle while shiting the blanket over you both- seeking cover. In that sudden movement Horangi and Köing come bursting into the room- quickly slamming the door behind themselves as their shoulders crunch up to their heads- embarrassed for the noise and for the looks of it- interrupting like old times. 

“We can go…” Horangi states yet his eyes tell otherwise while looking through your cloudy ones as they both near you sitting on the edge of the bed. “It’s alright, better actually now to tell you all at the same time, you both can help me with details I forget as well.”

Köing nods once while handing you a bottle of water from underneath his jacket, giving him an appreciative smile as you crack open the lid- pacing it upwards for Alex to take a sip first before you chug down the remaining half of the bottle. Horangi takes the disposable, setting it against the bedside table before kicking off his shoes and lounging against the bed with a dramatic sigh. Köing shoves him, rocking him nearly off the bed as you hide your laugh into Alex’s side. You feel as it rubbles with each of his own laughs. 

Once coming down you begin to explain your break and subsequently your desire to return to form. You find yourself having Dejavu to the sleepover with Gabby- your smile flickers and falls as the sentences grow. You tell them of your first missions with your new team- or what you still hope to be your team as you cringe in memory to your recent lack of actions towards them all. 

Horangi pats your leg gently, causing you to get back on track as he hums along to your storytelling. You feel Alex’s heavy eyes on the top of your head as he grips your hand from underneath the covers. You tell them of the therapists, medication trials, the neverending sleepless nights before demanding Gabbys attention by your side as your existing relationships began to crackle, more guilt consumes your words drift off to injury after injury hidden as Horangi and Köing shake their heads angrily and Alex stills from underneath you. 

Not paying mind to their appearances you pressure through, words like waterfalls as a stray tear escapes from your eye- taking a breath of fresh air. “I guess what I have been meaning to say is that- fuck its been overwhelming. It feels as if I’m losing myself again- I know I am, you’ve seen it like all the others. New and old mixing together- memories bleeding into present- I, I’m just trying to hold on just as hard as I’m trying to let go. I just want to hide again.” 

A heavy silence now coats the room again, no one knowing what to say next. You hear as Farah and Matthew pase in the hallway just outside- hands hovering over a knock. Guilt. There is still a mission to be done, lives to be saved as you are staying here wallowing in your own self-pity- dragging everyone else down with you…

--

Freshen yourself up in the adjacent bathroom, the day continued as if nothing happened much to your appreciation. Going downstairs and into the open living space, you rotated around the dinning table to stand beside Farah. Various familiar maps caught your eye alongside plastic tokens representing various points of interest and other possible squads. It was a different feeling, seeing the actual plans printed and in person than on a screen with various static faces yelling at you for slight perceived incompetence. 

The day continued into night as you both worked underneath the warm lighting. Alex and Horangi had prepared a meal for the team in the kitchen as Matthew began to wash up the materials used before joining the group in the living room. A few beers passed around and war stories were shared about. You exited the screen door and into the backyard- sitting on the steps you texted Gabby. You started by apologising for the possible time differences and asked how her date went well, you smiled to yourself remembering how fussy she used to get in your adolescent days together. She always had to make herself look perfect for some questionable guy you held your tongue back from commenting on. 

You just prayed that from what you heard, this trainer on base would treat your best friend as you knew her- deserving of the sky and beyond. Thinking of the devil, Gabby's name lit up across your screen as you swiped to answer it- now passing around the garden's grass. Feeling the light dampness between your toes as you giggled happily back at Fish’s dramatic story of the night. The date had gone well- more then well you of course teased back as her dramatics only doubled. 

You don’t notice as the time slips away before Alex is hollering you back inside- rainclouds now appearing in the sky as you rush through the first droplets and end the call in a hurry. Köing stands with a towel already prepared as you give him a pat on the arm in thanks before calling it a night. Yet as you stare up at the ceiling in your sweatpants to Horangi’s obnoxious snoring that has your heart aching back to the base’s apartment and the warm mornings that awaited you and only then do your eyes flutter shut that night. Sleep finding your form like a warm embrace. 

--

When the sun speaks through the screen door, your back aches from the coach you crashed on. Alex shakes you awake- pressing a cup of coffee between your hands with a chuckle, mumbling something about a sleepy heart as you throw a middle finger in his general direction before taking a sip. While your eyes clear as you look to his form sitting beside your lounging one, you find brown eyes flicking in his blue ones for a split moment that have you questioning how to smile. 

Shoving yourself upright to make more room, Horangi and Köing join you from upstairs. Their masks are slightly askew as you listen to their various bones crack as they stretch out like cats. Shaking your head and snapping a photo at their unique position beside one another, Alex whispers down for you to text that over to him. 

“You all sound like smashed soda cans- do get it checked,” Farah states in passing with full energy as she greets Matthew who’s cooking in the kitchen. You let out a light laugh through your nose in response before helping Matthew in the kitchen who gives you a thankful smile in return. 

--

In the next hours of suiting up and driving down to Alcove Block as the Scientist had mentioned during interrogation. Horangi, Köing and you sit separately following Farah’s truck ahead of you. The scouting goes smoothly besides a few slips from the team in the wet mud from last night's rainstorm. A few good chuckles later- you all are glad to be driving back not in one of your personal vehicles. Returning back to the house, the garden hose is turned on as you each spray each other and their gear down. The cold water causes you all to yelp playfully- spraying one another as the cold air greets the matching water. 

A race towards the showers later have you all cuddled up with the furnace firing at full blast. It would only be a few days before the other task forces and the rest of the shadow company's men and women joined you all for the next stage. One more week, you promised to yourself, one more week, is what you tell yourself while looking into each of their eyes. One more week, as you all fall asleep on top of one another, One more week.

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↳ Taglist: @ashy-kit

[joonggphilia]

127 Hard thought who actively send nudes and videos the most to their bf?

Nct 127 Hard Thoughts

Ot9 who sends nudes + videos the most———————————————————————Most

Yuta sends you stuff the most. You’ll get messages from him almost every night (even if it’s a quick pic from the company bathrooms) When he’s busy being an idol and you’re stuck at home, things get super tough for a needy person like him. He constantly is thinking of you! He’ll send nudes from his bathroom mirror and audio recordings of himself jerking off. The one thing with Yuta is that he always, always, always expects something in return ;)

Taeyong loves sending you nudes. Let’s be honest, he’s half naked on the internet normally, imagine how far he’ll go with you. He likes to send you pictures of his whole body after the gym, sweat still dripping from his sculpted figure. With every picture he’ll send a sweet message like “wish I could see you more often 🩷 hope my lovely boyfriend is doing well” or “I love you so much! I’ll be done with schedules soon.” But what’s strange is that it’ll be sent with a picture of his throbbing cock <3

Jaehyun will take videos for you constantly! He loves talking as if you were there with him, telling you how good you’re doing as he jerks off. Sometimes his phone will fall to the side towards the end because he’s too lost in his thoughts of you. After he finishes filming he’ll send you a picture of his dick still hard, with a little message “Still bricked up and you’re not even here.”

Haechan is a bit different compared to everyone else. He’ll send you a lot of pics, but they are all to tease you. The pictures are of his thigh, right next to his (not visible) dick or of his lower abdomen, never showing you his actual nude parts. He loves hearing you whimper over the phone for a video, it really makes his day.

Jungwoo loves sending you nudes and videos, maybe more than a lot of the other members. The only reason he sends less is because he likes to make himself look good. He’ll put on pretty jewelry and do his hair, posing in the mirror like a model. Jungwoo definitely takes his time picking the prettiest picture for his boyfriend 🥰

Johnny is a fan of sending you dick pics. He’ll make sure he’s in tip top shape before he sends pictures! He always jerks off before sending pictures to you, making sure you know he really is thinking of you. Johnny doesn’t send a lot of nudes because he likes to FaceTime instead. Actually hearing you in the moment is a lot better to him.

Doyoung takes pride in his body. He works hard to keep it built the way he likes. He barely sends you photos, finding it immature and childish, but sometimes the intrusive thoughts win. His nudes are breathtaking, like a painting. He’ll be standing in his room, the sunset in his window illuminating his gorgeous body. He likes to work you up. He wants you to be hard watching the typing bubble on messages load, no picture needed. Doyoung will masturbate over FaceTime if you get annoying.

Mark doesn’t like sending nudes and videos, only FaceTime. He hates the thought that you’ll be in need, without him there to help you or talk you through it. He loves his boyfriend and his pretty hole <3 If Mark is having a moment where he really, really needs you (he’s having a crisis in the shower) he’ll send you videos, telling you how much he misses you and how much he needs you.

Taeil doesn’t like sending nudes or videos, he doesn’t want to subject himself to that kind of pressure. He’ll worry if he won’t be able to help you get off and he doesn’t want to have to deal with getting himself back down. He just wants to be with you, physically. He’s a super affectionate person with you, so over the phone won’t cut it.

Least———————————————————————

[factual-fantasy]

Good day Factual! Hope you're starting to feel a bit better- colds that just refuse to go away are the worst! Glad you've been having some fun playing and drawing Pokemon in the meantime though- and thanks a million for giving us all that great art of Grimace! Him and Sylvester definitely have a wholesome, brotherly bond, and it would be sweet to see some more of them someday, though as always, draw whatever you wish! In the meantime, as a little side Ask- could you tell us how you met them perhaps? Both in game and in "story"? Did you catch them like usual Pokemon, or did they join willingly?

And as for my main Ask- I thought I'd inquire about two of my favorite lesser known Mario enemies, and their places in your AU- starting with the fire spitting, three horned menaces, the Reznors!

Despite them essentially just being chibified triceratops, I've always liked their designs, their pack mentality, and the goofy noises they make! Sadly, Nintendo hasn't used them for much other than a couple gimmicky mini bosses, but I figure if the Bowser of your AU had a few, he'd put them to much better use! Just spitballing here, but you've come up with some cool ideas of how the Koopas use various other creatures- what if they used tamed Reznors as battle mounts, like how humans have used elephants! Imagine the Koopas armoring them up, loading troops on to their backs, and then charging into battle, bullet bills a-blazing! ( Just my idea- what do you think? )

And then the other enemy I wanted to mention, is the rarely remembered, deadly dino from w 1-1 of Super Mario World- the Rex!

They were powerful, speedy critters with a nasty bite- and while Nintendo rarely makes use of them nowadays, many fans still hold them and their lore implications close to their hearts- due to their uncanny resemblance to Yoshis... Because of this, many have theorized they share a common Ancestor- though others fear that perhaps a form of evil magic was involved- which, I think would be a perfect fit for your AU! Since your Kamek has showcased powerful, corruptive magics in the past- what if he created the Rexs, either by mutating captured Yoshis, or enchanting stolen Yoshi eggs before they hatched!? Either way, id imagine they would be just as large and aggressive as your yoshis- and serve the Koopas well as guard dogs, or perhaps as alternative mounts- being weaker, but more nimble and agile than a Reznor. But what's your take? Would either of these guys make the cut? Or not be included at all- ( which would be fine too, I just wanted to ask, and pitch some ideas! )

(Grimace and Sylvester art in question)

Hey there! Unfortunately I'm going downhill a bit, I think my cold is really startin to take me down. Which is just wonderful 🥲 at least I have Pokemon Scarlet to keep my mind busy!

Speaking of Pokemon, Grimace and Sylvester actually do have a story to them..

Starting with Grimace, I actually kinda got him on accident due to a 3 day long brain fart. Let me explain- <XD

So picture this. It's early in the game and I spot a Duskull. I think "Oh cool! Dusknoir is my favorite pokemon! I gotta catch one so he'll eventually evolve into a Dusknoir! :D" So I catch one and name him Dusty.

I ran around with Dusty, training him, loving him, feeding him sandwiches, the works, for 3 days or so. 3. Real life. Days.

It's only when I'm a about to go to bed and I'm thinking about him that I realized..

Dusty is a Gastly. Not a Duskull. He will eventually turn into a Gengar. Not a Dusknoir.

I still can't figure out how I looked at a Gastly and had my brain go "catch one! It'll turn into a Dusknoir! :DD"

So anyways, I didn't really want a Gengar.. but by the time I had noticed my mistake, I had already gotten attached to the big guy. So I accepted defeat, renamed him Grimace and gave up on my dreams of having a Dusknoir. I'll get a Dusknoir in legends Arceus anyways it's fine- <XD

Now Sylvester...

I knew right when I started the game that I wanted a female Sylveon. That was a big goal of mine. And I knew of a place early on in the game where there was a chance for Eevee to spawn. So I ate a sandwich that increased my normal type spawn rate and hunted for a while.

It was quite the drag since Eevees we're still a rare spawn.. but I was able to find some and catch them all. Though there was one peoblem. Every single Eevee I encountered was male! I wanted a female eevee!

It was a few hours into Eevee hunting that I went and Googled the female to male ratio on Eevees. Females have like a 12% spawn rate... Whoops. Looks like I'm not gonna find a female eevee this early on in the game....

But I still wanted a Sylveon.. 🥺

So I did some thinking. I imagined my trainer as a character. I picture them catching a male Eevee and loving him just the way he is. Saying that he doesn't have to evolve for them. Classic Eevee/trailer relationship. And I imagined the Eevee being so happy with this trainer and loving his team so much, that he evolved into a Sylveon. And he's not ashamed at all! His form is the ultimate expression of his love for his friends and his trainer!

I also pictured tweaking Sylvester's body type to make him apear more masculine. Changing the shape of his bows and ears to look sharper. Making his eyes a bit smaller and making his paws pointier.

Point is, the story I built in my head and all the drawing ideas this gave me... Plus my inability to catch a female eevee.. resulted in me adopting one of the male Eevees and evolving him into a Sylveon XD

Anyways XD as for your Mario questions...

I'm actually unfamiliar with those enemies <:0 though having a little more diversity in the Koopa kingdom would be good.. perhaps I could look into the Reznors a bit more and incorporate them somehow.. like you said, making them battle mounts or something similar..

Now the Rex, what an odd critter.. definitely haven't seen that guy before- :00 he really does look a lot like a Yoshi.. I'd have to look into those guys a bit too before I decided what to do with them.. but I'm liking your ideas! Kamek corrupting Yoshi eggs or something similar to make more mindless drones.. that's something he would do! 😅 But I'd probably takes away the Rex wings.. Yoshis can't fly! ☝️

Aaaanywho, thank you as always for the ask and interest! :}} This distraction came at a very good time 🥹💔

[marnerparty]

why’d it have to change?

Jamie Drysdale x reader

warnings: swearing, mentions of underage drinking, mentions of minors having sex/losing virginities

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2017 - 15 years old

Y/N's hands shook and she raised her fist to knock on the door of the Drysdale family.

Since she was 2, Y/N and her family had lived next to the Drysdales, and her and Jamie became best friends right away. They shared a love for hockey, which Y/N was very good at. She could often compete with the boys, and when she learned that there was no girl's hockey team at school, she tried out for the boys team and made it.

Jamie was absolutely infatuated by Y/N. Her personality matched his, her hard work was something he admired, but most of all, he just loved her.

And the Drysdale's knew it, but they didn't say a word. And the Y/L/N's knew Y/N felt the same way.

It was a running joke in their family that everyone knew they were in love with each other but them, and anytime the families knew Jamie and Y/N would be together, they took bets on which night would be the night they grow up and realize it.

As Y/N stood at the Drysdale's door, thousands of memories come flooding back to her. From hockey to vacations, they really did it all.

And little did Jamie know that just next door, there was a house packed full of boxes that were waiting to be loaded into a truck and sent to Boston, Massachusetts.

As Y/N heard footsteps coming to the door, her eyes couldn't help but water thinking this would be the last time she's here in a while.

She didn't have time to wipe her eyes before Jamie's mom, Tina, who became a second mom to Y/N, opened the door.

"Hey gorgeous what are-" Tina's words cut off as she looked up to see the girl tearing up. Her expression immediately softened and she pulled the girl into a hug.

"Are you hear to tell Jamie?" Y/N looked up with a confused expression.

"So you guys already know?" Tina nodded sadly.

"We've known for awhile, probably before you. But you know it wasn't our place to tell you. And we weren't gonna tell Jamie without you." Y/N nodded.

"Is he in his room?" Tina nodded and Y/N made her way through the house. She stopped outside of Jamie's door when she saw the new pictures on the outside of his door.

30 pictures at least of just the two of them. Tears ran faster down Y/N's cheeks as she tried to collect herself before she went in. She knocked 7 times, their special knock, before Jamie threw open the door and attacked Y/N with a hug.

She couldn't help but smile as she hugged him back just a little tighter.

"You're just in time, I was just getting ready to nap and now we can cuddleee." Jamie said as he carried out the word.

To the outside world this seemed like something only couple would do, and although Jamie and  Y/N should just be a couple, this was normal. They would even spend nap time together when neither of them would even be awake just to be in the presence of one another.

Jamie walked to his bed, but Y/N didn't move. Once he sat down and realized she wasn't next to him, he turned and made a confused face.

"Hey, have you been crying?" And that was all it took for Y/N to breakdown. She fell to the floor as Jamie quickly engulfed her in a hug.

"Y/N/N, hey, shhh, it's okay. I got you, I got you. I'm here." Y/N cried for a couple of minutes before she was able to look up. She took Jamie's face in her hands.

"Jamie," she started, rubbing her thumbs over the freckles she loved so much. "You're my best friend in the whole entire world. There's no one that I love more, you know that, right?" Jamie nodded. He had no idea where this was going. "This wasn't my decision. I didn't even know until this week, and this is why I've been being short with you, and why maybe I haven't been the best friend right now." She looked up meet Jamie's eyes. "We're moving." And with those 2 words, Jamie felt like his world was falling apart.

"What do you mean? Like, like out of the neighborhood? Like you're still gonna be at school, right?" Y/N looked down and let more tears fall.

"Jamie, we're going to Boston. Tomorrow" The pair stared at each other, neither of them knowing what to say next. After a few more minutes Jamie angrily stood up.

"You're going tomorrow? TOMORROW? And THIS is when you're gonna tell me!" Jamie was raising his voice like Y/N had never heard.

"Jamie, I'm sorry! It wasn't supposed to be like this-"

"You're right! It wasn't! We have plans, Y/N! To travel and see the world, to be there always for each other through school, dances, vacations! You're supposed to be there when I get drafted-"

"None of this has to change, Jimmy-"

"Oh don't you DARE Jimmy me right now! I hate the fucking nickname and you know it, but I let you say it anyone because you love it."

"Because I love you, Jamie!"

"I know! But not the way that I love you!" Y/N froze when she realized what Jamie meant. Jamie's eyes widened to when he realized.

"I'm sorry, this is a really bad time for me to be saying that-" Y/N cut Jamie off by placing a kiss on his lips. They pulled away after a moment.

"Jamie, it's always been you." The teens kissed again as it soon turned in to a little more than a kiss.

"Jamie," Y/N said breaking away once more. "Your mom is downstairs." She said with a giggle. He rolled his eyes.

"Way to ruin the moment." Y/N rolled her eyes as she sat up on Jamie's bed facing him.

"You know nothing has to change when I move, right?" Jamie shook his head.

"It's all gonna change, Y/N/N. I won't be able to shout out my window at you, or have have the chance to just walk over when I need to. You're going to a different country. Touching this one, yeah, but it won't be the same." Y/N nodded.

"We'll call and text everyday, right?" Jamie nodded.

"And still go on vacations?" He asked. Y/N laughed and also nodded. "Why didn't you tell me before you loved me like that?" Jamie sighed and stared at the girl.

"We're only 15, but we act like we're so much older. We even made a marriage pact- what normal pair of friends does that unless somewhere they both feel like that towards each other?" Y/N nodded.

The room was filled with silence as the teens just sat there enjoying each other's company, knowing this would be one of the last times they could do it.

"Do you remember that list of things we said we'd do if the world was ending and we only had 24 hours?" Y/N laughed and nodded.

"Of course I do, but I don't remember anything on it." Y/N said. Jamie got up and walked over to his desk. He pulled out a folder, and then a paper from the folder, and low and behold, the Doomsday List. Y/N grabbed the paper with a shocked look.

"Jamie holy shit! Why, how, I thought this was gone!"

"Yeah, well, I keep a lot more things than you think." Y/N laughed again and motioned for Jamie to sit down.

"Come on, let's read it."

6 Thing to do Before the World Ends (2012)

* Eat ice cream for dinner

* Skate one last time

* Watch our favorite movie

* Cuddle

* Watch the sunset on the rink

* Do something only adults can do

"This is kinda a lame list." Y/N joked. Jamie nodded.

"Yeah but look at that, even at 10 I was thinking about sex." Y/N's head whipped around at him.

"You meant sex, Jamie?" He nodded and laughed when he saw her expression.

"Sorry, Jim, I won't have sex with you." She said with a laugh. He rolled his eyes.

"If I beg?" Y/N hit his shoulder.

"Jamie! We're 15-"

"That's a perfectly normal age-"

"I'm leaving Jamie!"

"So better time than ever!" Y/N glared at the boy.

"I'll think about it. But until then, let's get a head start on this list"

———

As the night ended, Y/N and Jamie were playing hockey in the makeshift rink outside while they watched the sunset. Their list was completed, with a slightly modified version of what Jamie's "adult" task was.

The teens decided they would take their parents alcohol and drink as much as they could. Now this wasn't the first time either of them had drank, perks of being on the hockey team, but playing hockey buzzed was a whole different story.

"Alright Drysdale, 4-4, next score wins." Y/N said as she slurred her words and tried to skate past Jamie. Unfortunately Jamie was still faster than her drunk, and was able to take the puck right from her.

It was clear Jamie was going to score, so Y/N took advantage of this and tripped him. It was street rules: no penalties. Plus the drinking made it seem like it was an accident. Jamie crashed to the ground and Y/N took the puck and scored.

"Victory!" The girl shouted as she through her arms up in the air. She skated over to Jamie and accidentally tumbled on top of him. She took off her helmet, then Jamie's and kissed his lips.

"I win Jimmy." She said with a smile. Jamie rolled his eyes and gave her another kiss.

"Alright, whatever. It was a bogus ending but you did win." Y/N smiled and got up off of him. She skated to the side of the rink where she tried unlacing her skates, which was very difficult drunk, when she caught Jamie staring.

"What're you thinking about Drysdale?" She asked as he made his way over. He sat down to unlace his skates as well, but ended up falling over. Y/N giggled at the boy as he sat up.

"I'm thinking about how you're perfect. And I love you. And I'm gonna miss you."

———

The following morning Y/N woke up in Jamie's arms after spending the night with him. The teens made the most of their last night together, and Y/N couldn't have wished for anything better. She looked outside of the window and noticed 2 moving vans in her driveway.

Her heart shattered as she realized this was it. This was the last time she and Jamie would be together like this. She watched the sun shine on Jamie's face and put a sad smile on her face. She gently shook him awake and watched for his eyes to open.

"Hey Y/N/N." Jamie said as he leaned up for a kiss.

"Hey Jim." Y/N sighed. "The trucks are already here." Jamie stared at the girl, unable to comprehend that she would soon be gone and in a different country. He nodded and soon sat up getting dressed. Y/N followed in suit, grabbing the clothes that she had been wearing the night before.

Y/N went into the bathroom and changed, and when she came out, she noticed Jamie was holding a duffel bag and a card. She shot him a confused look.

"What's all this?" She asked getting closer to the boy.

"It's for you. I woke up earlier and put it together. Open it later, though. I don't wanna cry anymore than I will be." Y/N laughed at his confession and gave him a big hug.

"Y/N!" The teens could hear Tina yell form downstairs. "Your parents are here." Y/N and Jamie made eye contact, knowing exactly what this meant.

They made their way downstairs to see their parents saying their goodbyes. She turned to Jamie and noticed the tears already forming.

"It wasn't supposed to be like this." Jamie whispered. Y/N nodded and took Jamie's face in her hands.

"Jamie, my beautiful, sweet boy. I love you more than anything. Just because I'll be miles and miles away, doesn't mean that this is going to change, okay?" Jamie nodded and gave Y/N the biggest hug he could.

"I'm gonna miss you babe." Jamie said and Y/N cried hard into his chest. When she pulled away, she made her way over to Gary and Tina, who had become her second set of parents, and hugged them tightly goodbye.

"Ready love?" Y/N's mother asked. She nodded and gave Jamie one last hug.

"Goodbye, Drysdales."

🏒

2018 - 16 years old

"Smile for the camera!" Y/N's mother said as she took a picture of Y/N in her dress for her winter formal. She didn't even want to go to the dance  at her new school, but her parents said it would be fun. She threw on a fake smile to please her parents, but little did they know, she had plans to leave after 30 minutes. After 10 minutes of photos, Y/N's patience was running thin.

"Alright mom, I think you have enough." Y/N whined.

"No, no, just a few more because-" Before her mom could finish, the Y/L/N's doorbell rang.

"Oh, sorry, better get that!" Y/N rushed from the living room to the front door, hearing her parents' footsteps behind her. As Y/N grabbed for the handle and swung the door opened, she gasped and covered her mouth.

Standing before her, dressed in a suit with a purple tie to match her dress, and a corsage, was Jamie. Y/N's eyes started to water as she threw herself towards the boy.

"Jamie! How are you here?" She asked, putting his face in her hands. He laughed and grabbed one of her hands.

"I came to surprise you. Your parents told me you've been dreading going, so I thought you'd want to go if I was here." Both teens were beaming as they were seeing each other for the first time in a year.

"Alright, alright, let me take a few of you guys together before you leave." Y/N didn't argue this time knowing she would cherish these pictures forever.

15 minutes later Y/N and Jamie were getting the car ready to leave. Y/N's high school was about 30 minutes away, so the teens spent the majority of the ride catching up on the basics.

As Jamie drove to the school he kept a hand on Y/N's thigh as they sat comfortably in silence. She grabbed Jamie's hand and laced his fingers with hers.

"I missed you a lot. Thank you so much for coming." Y/N said reaching over to kiss Jamie's cheek. He blushed under her touch and put a smile on his face.

"Y/N I would do literally anything for you. This was the least I could do. Also, I kinda have a confession to make." Y/N looked over at Jamie with a confused look.

"What is it?"

"We're not going to the dance. I have a surprise for you." Y/N made another confused face.

"Jamie what're you talking about? My parents think I'm going to the formal."

"Yeah, but I set something up that'll be much more fun."

20 minutes later Jamie was pulling up to a secluded area of a park, where there was an ice rink with fairy lights all around and a projector with a screen set up. Y/N gasped when she got out of the car and walked towards the rink.

Meanwhile Jamie was getting a picnic basket out of the back of the car, along with blankets and pillows for a movie. He walked over and placed everything down on the ice.

"Jimmy, how did you have time for this? You did this all for me?" He nodded as Y/N kissed him for the first time tonight. "I love it. I love you, Jamie." He smiled at the girl's words.

"I love you, so much Y/N." The teens shared another kiss with each other, that soon turned heated quickly. Jamie's hands wandered up to Y/N's back as he started to unzip the back of her dress.

"Is this okay?" Jamie whispered before he did anything else. Y/N took a second to catch her breath before smiling and nodding.

"Who knows when we'll see each other again, Jim. I want all of you this time."

———

Hours later the teens were packing the car back up as they made their way back home.

"Shit, I left my corsage on the ice." Y/N cursed as Jamie laughed.

"Some kid is gonna find that and never know what happened." Jamie said with a loud laugh. Y/N blushed and out her head in her hands.

"Ugh, I cannot believe that we did that. On an ice rink? That is so Canada of us." Her comment had the pair both laughing as they neared Y/N's house. Jamie reached over and grabbed Y/N's hand, lacing their fingers together.

"I missed you lot. I've been waiting for this day for months." Y/N smiled as she leaned over to kiss Jamie.

"I love you so much, Jamie. Thank you for making this night so special." The teens pulled up to Y/N's driveway. The glow of the TV shined through the living room window, signifying Y/N's parents were still awake.

"You're not leaving tonight, are you?" Jamie shook his head.

"My flight's on Monday. This is the last time I'm going to be able to go out in awhile, even back home, so my parents said it was okay I stay a couple days." Y/N shot Jamie a confused look.

"What do you mean?" She asked. Jamie sighed before speaking.

"Uh, hockey." Y/N whipped her head around to fully look at Jamie. "I've been meeting with scouts and coaches, and I've made the decision to start training for Team Canada." Y/N jumped out of the car and ran around to the driver's side where she opened the door and attacked Jamie with a hug.

"JAMIE!" Y/N screamed, probably waking up a bunch of her neighbors. "This is so amazing, I am so proud of you." Y/N pulled away from the hug and gave Jamie a kiss. "I always knew you were a star Jamie Drysdale. Always." The two hugged again as Jamie couldn't help but blush.

"I love you, Y/N. You've always been my biggest supporter, even more then my parents. Thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you." Y/N smiled at her boy. Even after all this time, they both knew they were each other's number 1, and nothing would change that.

"Come on, let's go inside. I'm tired and cold." Y/N giggled, dragging Jamie out of the car and towards the house.

"Y/N? Jamie? That you?" Y/N's mother called when the teens walked in. She made her way to the front door where they were taking of their shoes. "Well you two look like you had a good time. How was the dance?" Y/N took the lead lying to her mom.

"Oh, mom, it was so fun. I'm so glad you guys made me go." She faked with a smile. She then hugged her mother before heading up the stairs. "We're really tired, so we're gonna head up to bed if that's alright." Y/N's mother nodded, telling the teens goodnight as she made her way back to the living room.

When Y/N and Jamie got to Y/N's bedroom, Jamie couldn't help but take note of how different her room was from her one back in Canada.

It was now a light grey instead of the purple walls with polka dots. Her bed had solid colored sheets instead of the floral ones she used to have. One thing they was the same, though, was her photo wall. All of the old pictures of the pair in Canada were still there, along with a few new ones from her newest friends.

Jamie couldn't help but notice a picture of Y/N in a team photo of what seemed to be a team of all girls. He made his way over to get a better look, and sure enough, Y/N was still playing hockey. He also took note of the big letter 'C' on her jersey.

"Y/N/N, you're still playing hockey?" Jamie asked as he turned towards the girl. Y/N nodded sheepishly.

"I planned on telling you, but you were excited to talk about you, and I just wanted to listen." Jamie smiled; that's who Y/N always was. Wanting to hear about others then talk about herself. Jamie pulled the girl into another hug as he told her how proud he was.

The couple then changed into some pajamas, Jamie having brought a few outfits for his short stay, and they got into bed to watch a movie.

As they got under the sheets Jamie noticed yet another thing in Y/N's room; a framed acceptance letter on her desk.

"Y/N, what's that?" Jamie asked as he pointed towards the letter. Y/N sighed again before answering.

"I'm actually graduating this year, Jim. A year early." She said looking up. "I'm going to University next fall."

"That's great, Y/N/N. God, you were always so much smarter then me, eh? I'm so proud." The teens then settled into the night as they watched Finding Nemo, their go-to movie. Y/N fell asleep way quicker than Jamie, who couldn't help but watch Y/N as she slept to try and soak it all in.

———

Monday morning Y/N drove Jamie to the airport for his flight home. They made the most of Jamie's visit with Y/N showing him all of her favorite spots.

Y/N knew that she had gotten better at hockey and was prepared to show Jamie her skills, but he also got better, and it was hard for Y/N to keep up. She smiled as she thought of them playing hockey together, wondering when they'd be able to do it again.

"What're you thinking about?" Jamie asked as they neared the airport. Y/N's eyes got watery as she recalled all of the memories they shared.

"Just wondering when this is gonna happen again. I mean, I'm going off to college in a year, you're going to be a hockey superstar-" Jamie cut Y/N off with a kiss before pulling her in for a hug.

"Y/N, do you know that we're best friends? We're never going to lose touch, babe, okay? And you're gonna be right next to me when I'm drafted, and that's a promise." Jamie held out his pinky, knowing that Y/N really held pinky swears true to her heart. They tied their fingers together and kissed their hands, really solidifying the promise. 

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2019 - 17 years old

The cold feeling of Winter in Boston spread goosebumps across Y/N's skin as she walked to Boston University’s hockey facilities.

Although she was no longer playing competitively, Y/N liked to keep up on her skills and went to practice from time to time. And at 6 p.m. on a Friday, she knew there wouldn't be anyone there. 

In the past year since Y/N and Jamie had last seen each other, a lot has changed. Too much has changed.

Jamie broke his pinky promise of saying the pair would never lose touch. 2 months after the dance, Jamie fell basically fell off the face of the Earth. Y/N saw through various social media posts that he was now playing hockey for a really good travel team, but apparently he was now too good for Y/N.

Y/N thought it would change in the Spring because Jamie had promised to be at her graduation months earlier. The Drysdales ended up not being able to make it, but they did send a card. Y/N was excited to see what message Jamie would've wrote since he didn't make it, but when she opened the card, he hadn't even signed his own name.

Boston University was a chance for Y/N to completely change what she was doing. Christmas break had just ended, and she was feeling better than ever. Everything that had any ounce of Jamie in it was put in a plastic tote and shoved to the back of her closet; it was just the first step of moving on.

Y/N stepped into the facility and instantly felt how cold it was compared to outside. She set down all of her belongings before lacing up her skates, taping her stick, and heading out onto the ice.

After 15 minutes of warming up, Y/N started to practice some unrealistic trick shots. Her favorite that she made up included her skating backwards down the ice, and before reaching the net she would toss the puck in the air, do a spin, then hit it in.

She made the goal on her first try, and when she went to retrieve the puck she started to hear clapping from behind her. She whipped her head around to see a boy that was probably around her age, standing at the side of the rink. Y/N blushed and looked down, awkwardly laughing.

"That was a cool move!" The boy called out as he made his way into the ice in his own skates. He skated over to Y/N while holding out his hand.

"Trevor Zegras." The boy said. As she looked closer Y/N couldn't help but think he was really cute.

"Y/N Y/L/N. It's nice to meet you." She said as she took Trevor's hand and shook it.

The two teens got to know each other a little more as they skated together. Y/N learned that Trevor was a member of Boston University’s hockey team, and Trevor learned how Y/N played on hockey teams of all boys growing up. Before they knew it, it was 8 p.m. and the teens were growing hungry.

"I'm gonna grab some food, do you wanna come with?" Trevor asked Y/N as they walked out of the facility. Y/N agreed and they walked to Trevor's car. When they got in he handed over his phone for Y/N to choose music. The first song she put on was Back to December by Taylor Swift, which she thought Trevor wouldn't like, but he had quite the opposite reaction.

"Oh man, you like Taylor!? This is my jam!" Trevor turned the radio way up and they new pair of friends screamed the lyrics to the song.

Trevor was already starting to take a liking to Y/N, and vice versa.

"You know, in this short amount of time, I feel like we grew up together." Trevor said to Y/N as he parked in the Chipotle parking lot. Y/N giggled and agreed.

"Now over dinner is when we ask the serious questions." She joked. The pair ordered at the window with Trevor paying, although Y/N insisted they pay separate. Trevor was clearly a gentleman, and Y/N was thankful to have had made a brand new friend.

"Alright, let's spill the personal shit now." Trevor said, digging in. Y/N rolled her eyes.

"What would you like to know, Zegras? I'm an open book." Trevor asked the personal questions of the parents names and backgrounds, any siblings, but when he asked about friends where she was from and friends she had back home, she suddenly wished she'd put a cap on the amount of questions that could be asked. Trevor seemed to notice her silence.

"I'm sorry if I said-"

"No," Y/N cut off. "Really, it's okay. So, I'm actually from Canada. Toronto. That's where I grew up playing hockey on all boys teams because there weren't any all girls teams around."  Y/N took a deep breath before continuing, suddenly feeling like her story was becoming this big cliche. "So I met my best friend when we moved into a new house when I was 2. We were neighbors and glued to the hip. He played hockey too, so we were always on the same team. We did literally everything together. Name anything and it was always us, never on our own. Our families got close too, so we soon started to vacation together. We moved to Boston unexpectedly when I was 15. Since leaving, I've seen him once. We stayed in contact until 2 months after he surprised me for my winter formal, and then it was like he fell off the face of the Earth." Y/N realized she was rambling and probably boring Trevor, but she looked up and saw him leaning in, soaking in every detail.

"Wow, I'm really sorry about that. This guy sounds like an absolute dick anyway." Y/N giggled but shook her head.

"I wish he was. It'd be so much easier if he was. But honestly, he's perfect. Kind, respectful, pretty. Gosh, so pretty." Trevor laughed at your description of Jamie.

"Does this pretty man have a name?"

"Jamie Drysdale. Look out for his name in a couple of years, because honestly, he'll probably be in the NHL."

———

Months later, Y/N was in the car with Trevor, his friend, Jack, and Jack's brother, Quinn.

Quinn was already drafted by the Canucks, but tonight, Jack and Trevor were going to get drafted. Jack was projected to be the number 1 overall pick to the Devils. Trevor's future was still undecided, but was projected to go in the first round.

"So Y/N," Jack started, turning to the girl in the front seat. "Truth or Dare."

"Oh, Hughesy." She said, using the Universal Hughes nickname. "I'm not adventurous. I'm going truth." The rest of the boys groaned, but Jack smirked, already having a question in mind.

"Okay, Y/N. Who'd you lose your virginity to." Y/N almost spit the drink out that she was taking a sip of.

"Jack!" Quinn exclaimed. "We already know the answer. Trevor!" Y/N's eyes widened.

"It was Trevor!?" Jack exclaimed. Y/N rapidly shook her head. "I thought they only hooked up a couple times!"

"It was way more than a couple." Trevor said. She punched his arm.

"WHAT!?" Quinn screamed. Y/N put her head in her hands.

"We were also dating, boneheads." Jack and Quinn screamed, yet again, seemingly not knowing about their relationship.

"Guys, it was months ago, only lasted a few months. Nothing that serious, we just realized we're better off as friends." Trevor said to calm the boys down. Y/N nodded, agreeing with what he said.

"Okay, but this still doesn't answer my question. Who'd you lose your virginity to." Jack said yet again. Y/N sighed before her answer.

"It was Sophomore year at my winter formal. On an ice rink. With someone who used to be my best friend, that I don't even talk to anymore." She said with a sarcastic smile. Trevor whipped his head around to look at Y/N.

"It was that fuck face? Are you serious?" Y/N rolled her eyes. Jack and Quinn shared a glance with each other.

"Should I even ask?" Jack chirped from the back. This prompted the long conversation of Y/N giving a rundown of her previous relationship with Jamie and how they were no longer friends.

The Hughes' were now on the same page as Trevor with how they felt about Jamie.

"Trust me guys, if you ever meet him, you'll probably love him."

"No," Jack cut in and the 4 of them were running into the draft because they were late. "I'm gonna kick his ass."

"Me too." Trevor and Quinn said. Y/N smiled to herself, loving that she now had a support group of the closest people in her life.

When they entered the doors they saw Trevor's mom, Julie, pacing back and forth. Her eyes widened when she saw them, an angry look in your face.

"You boys better have a really good excuse as to why you're so late!" She shouted as she started leading the four to their seats.

"Hey, Y/N isn't a boy, that's rude." Quinn said. The women rolled their eyes.

"We all know it's not Y/N's fault that you guys are late, okay?" Julie answered. Jack tapped her shoulder.

"Actually, Julie." He started. "It is her fault because the reason we were late is because we were learning a lot of new information about her."

"Yeah," Quinn started, speaking up. "Like the fact that she dated YOUR son! Did you even know that." Julie shot the boys a weird look.

"Uh, yeah. Was it not obvious?" The Hughes boys reddened before Quinn started talking again.

"Well did you know that, more than a couple times, they had se-"

"OKAY!" Trevor exclaimed, shutting Quinn up. "Thank you Quinn so so much, but it's your turn to be quiet." Y/N started to giggle at the outburst. Julie rolled her eyes, clearly knowing what he was about to say.

"Quinn, sweetie." Julie said as she placed a hand on his shoulder. "They're both in college and old enough to make their own decisions. Just because you somehow didn't know about their relationship doesn't mean his own mother didn't, okay? Okay. Now let's settle down and start to listen up." Everyone laughed at the way Julie was treating Quinn like a child, which only made Quinn more embarrassed.

The Zegras' went and took their seats, while Y/N sat with the Hughes' first, then would go sit with Trevor after Jack was, hopefully, taken with the first pick.

The NHL commissioner took the stage and announced the Devils were on the clock for their pick, and although he didn't say anything, Y/N just knew Jack got the call and that he was going to be drafted with the first overall pick.

A few minutes later, the pick was in, and Martin Brodeur, a former NHL player for the Devils, took the stage.

"With the first pick overall, the New Jersey Devils are proud to select, from the U.S. program, Jack Hughes." Jack threw a huge smile on his face as he got up to first hug his younger brother, Luke. Quinn was next, then his Grandma, parents, then Y/N.

"Jacky! I am so proud of you, bubs." Y/N said with a giggle. He rolled his eyes at the nickname and squeezed Y/N tight.

"I love you, Y/N. Thank you for being you, and being an amazing friend." The pair pulled away and Y/N gave Jack a kiss on the cheek as response.

"I'm gonna go find Trev, we're celebrating later though." Y/N said with a wink as she left the Hughes'.

She searched the aisles until she saw Trevor, looking as nervous as ever. When he saw Y/N he immediately left his seat to hug her.

"I'm so nervous, oh my god. I need you to sit with me." Y/N laughed seen as this was the first time she'd ever seen him acting like this.

"Trev that's why I'm here, don't worry. I'm here." They two took their seats as the draft went on. After a few more picks, Trevor's parents get up to go use the bathroom, leaving the teens in their seats.

Moments later Trevor's phone lights up with a call, and him and Y/N lock eyes as he answers.

"Hello?"

———

"With the 9th selection, Anaheim is proud to select, from the U.S.A. developmental program, Trevor Zegras." Trevor immediately stands, giving his parents, sister, and other friends a hug, before landing on Y/N. She was way closer with Trevor than she was with Jack, so when she heard his name get drafted she couldn't help but start to cry.

"I'm so proud of you, Zegras." Y/N said as she cried into his chest. He couldn't help but shed a few tears himself. She pulled away and took his face in her hands. "You are doing to do amazing things, Trev. I know it."

———

Meanwhile, back in Canada, Jamie was sat in his bedroom hanging out with a few of his friends and his new girlfriend, Alexis, while his parents were in the living room watching the draft.

Jamie knew he messed up with Y/N. He was alone and upset and tired from hockey. He knew hockey would always be his first love, but Y/N was the only love he truly cared about.

He tried to text and call many times, but he could never bring himself to hit "call" or "send." He figured she had blocked his number anyway, and he eventually gave up, just like he had done originally.

Alexis was the only girl Jamie had even thought about being with, and he swears it was partly because she looked like Y/N. She had similar Y/E/C eyes, the Y/H/C hair that sat perfectly on her shoulders. But Alexis wasn't Y/N, and she never would be. They hadn't even kissed yet after being together for 3 months because Jamie simply didn't want to.

About 20 minutes after the draft had started, Jamie called out to his parents.

"Did they call the first pick yet?" His parents waited a moment before answering.

"They're just about to if you wanna see!" Jamie and his friends went out to the living room just in time to see Jack get drafted. Jamie rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, figures. He's the best in the country right now." They went back to his room as quickly as they came out, when Jamie heard his parents start to talk amongst themselves a bit quieter.

"That wasn't her, was it?"

"Could it be?" Jamie shook their words away as he and his friends got back to what they were doing. His friend, Adam, however, was still in the living room when his parents were talking.

"Yo, Jamie." He started. "I think they just showed Y/N at the draft with that Hughes kid." Jamie's heart clenched at the mention of her name.

"What the fuck are you talking about, Adam?" Adam put his hands up defensively.

"Dude, ask your parents, they saw too." Jamie debated going back out there, but there was just no way it was her.

"Who's Y/N?" Alexis spoke up with a bitterness to her tone.

"She's no one, babe, don't worry about it." Jamie said putting an arm around her shoulders. The rest of his friends scoffed as Adam, who was really close with Y/N and Jamie, spoke up.

"C'mon, Jamie, you know she's not no one," Adam said before turning to Alexis. "Let's just say she's the reason Jamie doesn't kiss you." Jamie's hand came across so fast to hit Adam on top of the head.

"Dude what the fuck?"

"It's true, Jamie! Anyone can see that, okay? You're not the same kid you were when she-"

"ADAM!" Jamie yelled, finally breaking. "That's enough." Jamie stormed out of his room and went outside to the backyard where he could be alone.

He looked over at the house Y/N used to live in, and it brought tears to his eyes. Memories rushed his head of everything that he and Y/N went through, and how was able to surprise her after a year of not seeing each other, and then he ghosted her.

The back door opened and Jamie quickly wiped his eyes as he saw his mom at the door.

"You okay, Jam?" She asked from the door. He shook his head no.

"I messed up bad, Mom." He answered as he broke down yet again. Jamie rushed to his mom's arms and she held him as he cried. He told his mom everything that had happened since he last saw Y/N, and how he'd been a massive douche. She talked to him to calm him down, and when he was okay again they both went back into the living room to watch the draft.

"Did everyone leave?" Jamie asked and his parents nodded. He rolled his eyes.

"I was a dick to Adam. I need to text him." As Jamie was about to get up, he saw that Trevor Zegras was just drafted, but he stopped in his tracks when he saw on the TV what everyone else was talking about.

Y/N.

There she was, in the flesh. He watched her as she cried for Trevor, and he cried back, and she held his face in her hands. It was really her. And she looked great.

Jamie's parents looked up at him as he fought back tears. He rushed away to his room and pulled out the box from his closet that held every memory of Y/N in it. Her clothes, her hand written notes to him, pictures, everything. He couldn't help himself but to pull out his phone and open Y/N's contact. After many typed out messages, he finally settled on one he was happy about.

Y/N ❤️

Hey Y/N, it's Jamie.

I saw you on TV at the draft,

and I realized just how much

I miss you, and how badly I

know I messed up. And if

there is any way that you

would give me a call or a

text back, that'd really be great. 

8:04 p.m.

Not even 2 minutes later, Jamie heard his phone ding. His heart started to race and he could feel his cheeks heat up, but as he picked up his phone and looked at the message, his heart shattered again.

Y/N ❤️

I'm really sorry, but this isn't Y/N!

8:05

🏒

2020 - 18 years old

Trevor, Jack, Quinn and Y/N loaded their luggage in the Uber as they made their way towards Y/N's house in Toronto.

Covid had rocked the world, and now it was summertime where the boys had a little time off, and Y/N wanted to show them around her hometown. Her parents had moved back to her childhood home once she started college, which is where they'd be staying.

The ride was silent for the most part, partly because everyone was really tired from the plane ride. The draft was tomorrow, too, which was perfect and gave everyone a chance to be able to watch their teams' new picks

Jack had made his debut the same year he got drafted, and Trevor was yet to see his time on NHL ice. Y/N was excited to bring them down to the synthetic ice rink her parents had just built for her.

After the 45 minute ride, Y/N and the boys were pulling up on her childhood home. Jack was the first one to gawk at it.

"Y/N what the fuck? This place is huge." He shouted as he pulled his bags out of the car. Y/N laughed and rolled her eyes.

"And we're gonna pretend yours didn't look exactly like this?" She joked. The rest of the boys got their stuff as Y/N saw her mom open the front door.

"Mommy!" She yelled as she ran up the walkway. She gave her mom the biggest hug that she could. "I missed you so much, Mom." Y/N revealed.

"I missed you, sweetheart." She responded. "Now introduce me to these cute boys." Y/N blushed and rolled her eyes as the boys made their way to the door.

"Mother," she started. "This is Trevor, my best friend-"

"And also ex!" Jack threw in. Y/N glared at him.

"Uh-huh, that too. And he plays in the Ducks organization." She said annoyed. "And this is Quinn, who plays for the Canucks." And then she stopped when she got to Jack. "And this is Quinn's younger brother who's a bitch-"

"Language!" Y/N's mom scolded.

"Sorry," she mumbled. "And he plays for the Devils."

"Yeah, Jack right? First overall pick?" Her mom asked. Jack smiled smugly, which only bothered Y/N more.

"That's right Mrs. Y/L/N. And I must say, you have a gorgeous home." Trevor and Quinn gave Jack a smack on the back of the head.

"Ass kiss." Y/N mumbled making her way in the house. She quickly found her Dad and made sure to give him a hug too, but what she wasn't expecting was to see the Gary and Tina Drysdale sitting at the bar. Y/N didn't even know if they lived next door anymore, let alone if they would even want to see her, or know anything that went on between her and Jamie.

"Y/N? Oh my goodness, sweetheart, look how old you look!" Tina gushed as she sprang up and gave Y/N a big hug. It almost brought tears to Y/N's eyes as she remembered all of the things she went through in her childhood with them.

"Tina," she finally breathed out. "Hey." The boys stood back, unsure of what to do. When Y/N remembered they were there, she stepped back and introduced them.

"Trevor, Jack, Quinn, this is Tina, our neighbor since I was little." They each have Tina a hug as she told them how she knew who they were already.

"Jack, my son is such a fan of yours! Oh, he'd kill me if I said that." Jack, of course being Jack, loves to talk about himself, and carried in the conversation.

"Oh that's awesome! I'd love to meet the little guy." Y/N cringed as he clearly didn't put together who her son could be. Tina laughed at what he said.

"Well, he is only 5'10"," she joked. "But he's actually 18. He plays hockey too. Maybe you've heard of him? Jamie Drysdale?" When Tina spoke the name the guys immediately remembered who Jamie was, and they tried as hard as they could to play it off like they didn't know what he had done to Y/N.

"Oh, oh wow, that's, uh, wow." Jack stuttered out.

"What he means," Trevor cut in. "Is that we've heard about Jamie through Y/N, actually." They all agreed as Tina put a sad smile on her face.

"And let me guess, you guys hate him for what he did to her, right?" Everyone stood frozen as they didn't know how to respond. "Trust me guys, I know, and I've chirped his ass for it since he told me about it at last year's draft." Y/N made a confused face.

"The draft? What do you mean?" Tina made a similar face.

"You were shown on TV with the boys. Jamie had a few friends here, his then girlfriend, then he saw you, broke down, and the rest is history." She explained vaguely. Y/N had many more questions, but she couldn't ask them around the boys because she knew she'd break down soon.

"Boys," Y/N's father said speaking up. "Let me help you with your bags, then we can have Y/N show you the rink, eh?" The boys agreed and made their way upstairs while Y/N stayed downstairs with her mom and the Drysdales.

"Jamie's projected to go round 1 tomorrow, Y/N. I know you guys aren't okay, but I know you guys are both still proud of each other's accomplishments." Y/N gasped when she had said that, her eyes started to water.

She was exactly right: she was so proud of Jamie. No matter what they had been through, she would always be proud of him for chasing his dream.

"Thanks for letting me know, Tina." She said with a sad smile. "You're right, I am proud." She sniffled and wiped her eyes.

"Would you wanna see him?" Y/N pondered the question. She wanted to shout yes, that she couldn't wait to see him. But that wasn't an option anymore.

Y/N suddenly remembered a pinky promise they had made: Jamie promised they would never lose touch, and Y/N promised to be with him at the draft. Jamie may break his promises, but Y/N sure as hell didn't.

"Not right now to be completely honest." Y/N said. "There's a lot of shit that needs to be sorted."

———

Because of covid, the NHL wasn't able to invited players to be at the draft in person. The Drysdales were having a small get together with Jamie's close family, and of course the boys and her family was invited. The boys agreed that they would go and try not to cause any trouble, but Y/N couldn't bring herself to go over. She instead stayed at her house and watched the draft in her living room by herself.

She wasn't paying too much attention to the start of the draft, but when she heard the Ducks were on the clock, she immediately started to pay attention. After a few minutes, the pick was in as she saw a man take the stage and start to speak. She was curious who Trevor's new teammate would be, but she had the shock of her life when she heard Jamie's name get called as the 6th overall pick.

Y/N's hand flew to her mouth for many reasons. One that he went top 10 in the draft, and the other because he would now be teammates with Trevor. She sat in her couch as she saw video feed of Jamie's house and everyone celebrating with him. It did break her heart a little bit that she wasn't there, and that they weren't best friends anymore. They then showed Jamie talking directly to a reporter about how he felt.

Y/N couldn't help but smile seeing his smile and freckles, and how there was nothing that had really changed about the boy.

Y/N waited to watch what Jamie said before got up and went to the bathroom to wipe her eyes, when she heard her phone ding. She picked it up to see a text from her mom.

Mom❤️

Jamie went to his room

crying. It's now or never

7:45 p.m

Y/N looked at the message and sighed. She knew they needed to talk to each other, and Jamie might break his pinky promises, but Y/N never did.

She locked up the house before walking next door to the Drysdales and welcoming herself in. Everyone turned their heads to look at her, some with a small smile knowing why she was over.

"He's upstairs." Jamie's mom said, and with that, Y/N made her way up the stairs to the all familiar bedroom. She was shocked to see that the outside of Jamie's door had a singular picture on it: a selfie the two of them had taken when he was surprised Y/N for her formal.

That was one of her favorite memories of her and Jamie. He made the night magical for her, and she wished they could just go right back.

Y/N took a deep breath before knocking on the door twice. She heard sniffles from beyond the door, and she knew Jamie was crying.

"Please go away." She heard him say from the other side.

"Jim." Y/N spoke. "It's me." Y/N swore both of the teens stopped breathing when she spoke up. Jamie hadn't heard her voice in a couple of years now, and when he did, he couldn't help but shed some extra tears. He knew he messed up bad. But all he wanted in this moment was his best friend.

Moments later the handle started to move as Y/N saw Jamie open the door. His eyes were puffy and red, and his hair was a bit disheveled, but Jamie still looked perfect to her.

"Can I come in?" She asked quietly. He moved to the side and allowed her to walk in. Y/N took in his bedroom and how it had barely changed. She smiled softly as she saw that he had kept most of the things that she had given him.

"Y/N, I don't even know where to begin-" Jamie was cut off as Y/N threw herself into his arms and hugged the boy. He didn't hesitate in hugging her back, and the two teens just sobbed in each other's arms.

"I'm so proud of you, Jamie. I don't even care what's happened, I just need you to know that I love you, and miss you, and I'm so, so proud." Y/N said between sobs. It caused Jamie to cry harder.

"Y/N, I'm so fucking sorry. I love you so much and I'm sorry I ruined everything between us." Jamie choked out. They held on to each other, afraid to make a sound or a move. When both of their crying died down, Y/N pulled away to hold Jamie's face in her hands.

"Jamie, it's okay. I forgive you." Jamie shook his head with tears still running down his face. He out his hands over Y/N's before speaking.

"Don't say that." He whispered. "How can you? I messed up everything we had."

"But we're best friends." She butt in. "Did you make a mistake? Yeah. But I didn't do anything about it either." Jamie sighed at her words.

"Yeah you did. You moved on." Y/N shook her head once again.

"I found new friends, yeah. But I didn't replace you. Because you, Jamie Drysdale, have such a fucking hold on me that I can't stand it. I love you so much, and I want to be your best friend again." It went silent for a moment as either teen didn't know what else to say.

"Are you sure things can be the same way they were." Y/N shook her head.

"No." She responded truthfully. "Things are going to be so much better. I already planned on moving to Anaheim, so now I'll get to be with the boy I love most and watch him play hockey." Jamie smiled. "And now you'll be there too." She finished as Jamie realized she was joking about Trevor. They both let out a loud laugh and embraced again.

"I love you, Jim." Y/N said as she leaned up to kiss his cheek.

"I love you, Y/N." He said as he closed the gap and gave Y/N a real kiss.

"Remind me I should thank the boys for being there when I wasn't." Jamie said after a moment.

"You're welcome!" They heard from outside the door. Then there was arguing from beyond the door, and when Y/N opened it, she saw Trevor, Jack and Quinn all leaning on the door listening to their conversation.

"Look what you did, Jack!" Quinn exclaimed. "You gave us away!"

"It was an accident!" Jack said back. "And you didn't have to hit me!" Trevor started to laugh at them, and Jamie soon joined in. All the teens eventually joined in, laughing at the childish antics.

"We all good?" Y/N asked as she looked from boy to boy. They all looked back and forth from each other before Trevor stuck his hand out towards Jamie.

"Congrats on getting drafted, man. I'm excited to have you be a part of the team." Jamie gave Trevor a genuine smile as he grabbed his hand, but when he did, Trevor pulled him in close. "If you ever, and I mean ever, pull any kind of shit on Y/N, there will be consequences, got it?" Y/N rolled her eyes.

"That's an empty threat. He's a tough guy on the ice, but nowhere else." Trevor acted really offended at the girl's words as he turned around and stomped down the stairs. Everyone laughed at his antics before they made their way downstairs to join the rest of the party.

Y/N and Jamie could tell everyone was relieved that they had made up, and the way that they were able to go back to each other after all this time proved that they were made for each other.

[startrekfangirl2233-writes]

Sickles, Snowflakes, & Sharks

Robert 'Bob' Floyd x Reader

Description: When you find yourself in the hospital fretting over a friend, the last thing you expect is a chance at love. One handsome doctor, some shitty hospital coffee, sickles, snowflakes, and a shark is apparently all you need.

Warnings: Hospitals, Doctors, Mentioned injury to the arm, Mentions of blood

Word Count: 3712

Author Note: Hiya everyone! This is from a request submitted by @emma8895eb. They sent in a gorgeous picture set of Lewis Pullman from Lessons in Chemistry and requested an AU of Bob being a doctor. The gifs of the scene were indeed soft and fluffy, so of course, I had to write a soft and fluffy little fic to accompany them!

Thanks to @horseshoegirl for beta-reading this fic for me!

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You haven’t been in a hospital since you were very young. So, it figures your return is due to the fact one of your friends decided to be completely idiotic and stupid in the middle of the night. Who in the world thought it was a good idea to drink in the middle of a snowstorm in a barn? 

It's a rhetorical question, of course. Only your friends, your roommates, would choose to do that. As if that wasn't stupid enough, they also decided to jump from the hayloft into the colossal pile of fragrant hay. One of them, Jake, because of course it was him, ended up impaling himself on a still sharp sickle. You were the only sober member of the party, so the consequences had been up to you to handle.

At least you managed to keep him from yanking the blade out of his forearm. You'd run out to the main house in the snow, swathed his arm in towels, and loaded him into your truck. The next step involved booking it to the hospital, of course, but that is easier said than done when it feels like an entire glacier was raining down over your head. The temperature on the dash was edging towards -15°F, and even with the heat blasting, you could hear Jake’s teeth chatter. Something told you he's going into shock. e His eyes were fever-bright, and he hadn't spoken in nearly twenty minutes. If you knew anything about Jake Seresin, the man couldn't shut up if he tried.

So your face is pinched, and it feels like you've got an elephant sitting on your chest when you roar into the Emergency Room drop-off loop with a squeal of brakes and rocket yourself out of the vehicle. You slam the driver's door shut and call for a couple of the nurses in scrubs nearby to help you get Jake out of the truck. Unsurprisingly, maneuvering Jake out of his seat, all six feet of him, is far harder than you think. Also unsurprising is how Jake is laid on a gurney and taken straight away to get some painkillers and X-rays done. Shortly after, while you're pacing the hallway outside the waiting room, a very nice ER Doctor comes out to tell you Jake needs surgery and is being carted away to the OR at that very moment. You can't help but feel a little like a marionette with its strings cut at the news.

When you slump, finally, into a hard-backed chair outside of a surgical suite, you're so tired you could cry. With adrenaline coursing through your system, your hands shake, and you're shivering, too. Of course, given your panic, you also completely forgot to grab a coat or gloves. So you’re sitting in the hospital with snow melting into your hair and soaking into the hem of your jeans. Your feet feel like ice, and you’re so worried you can’t sit still.

“Hey.”

“Hey!”

You blink, and all of a sudden, someone is crouching in front of you. He’s wearing scrubs and a white doctor’s coat. There are wire-rimmed glasses perched on his nose, and his blue eyes seem to twinkle in the sterile lights.

“Are you okay?” His voice is soft but warm.

When you look at your shaking hands, they are coated in rust, the color staining your skin in streaks.

“I, I don’t know.” Your voice sounds strangled as you choke the words out.

“Do you want to get cleaned up a little?” You nod, a little jerky bobble of your head up and down. His hands are warm as they cover yours, stalling the shivers as they pull you up.

“Truth be told,” He ducks in closer, murmuring into your ear in a way that should not be as sexy as it is, “I'm not supposed to be doing this.”

“But,” His voice makes sparks light up in your chest as he leads you into an elevator and up two floors. He keeps his hand hovering at the small of your back, close enough that you can feel the heat of his skin through your thin t-shirt. “What are the rules for if you can't break them every once in a while?”

The door he opens leads you to a locker room. You’re tongue-tied standing in such close quarters with this beautiful stranger. He turns, and the look of concentration on his face as he tugs out a spare set of scrubs takes your breath away.

“If I didn't know any better, I'd think you made a habit of doing this to unsuspecting girls covered in blood.”

“I, uh… I don't.”

“So why me? You don't even know my name. Nor do I know yours, for that matter.”

“Oh!” His laugh feels like champagne bubbles bursting across your tongue. “I’m Bob. Bob Floyd, I'm a trauma surgeon here at the hospital.”

“Well, Dr. Floyd.” You smile at the slight blush on the apples of his cheeks and introduce yourself. “You seem awfully familiar with breaking the rules for a man of your stature.”

“A man of my stature?”

“Yeah, sweet and kind. Bespectacled.”

“Bespectacled?” 

“Yeah.”

His eyes crinkle with the force of his laugh as he tips his head back. A curl hangs over his forehead, and if your hands weren’t covered in blood you’d push it off his forehead for him.

“C’mon, silly girl. Get cleaned up. I’d love to continue this conversation when you don’t look like Carrie.”

Is it wrong to lay the moves on the hot trauma surgeon when one of your friends is in surgery? Your conscious mind is telling you it’s probably not the most moral of things to do. But the other part of you, the part routinely indulging in romances and squealing at the thought of a meet-cute, is begging you to hold onto the opportunity with both hands. You'd truly be stupid not to, you rationalize as you soap up your skin using the bottle of ginger and orange soap Doctor Bob gave you. It smells amazingly, mouth-wateringly delicious, and a part of you wonders if it smells as good on his skin as it does on yours. But you derail the thought before it goes any further and step out of the shower, shivering a little in the cold hospital air.

Goosebumps rise on your arms as you pull on the scrubs before bunching up your soiled clothes. What’s the likelihood Bob’s still out there? He’s probably gotten a call or something and needs to prep for surgery, right? There are probably a million better things he could be doing. You should return to the surgical suites and see if you can coax some information about Jake from a nice-looking nurse.

When you peek around the door, you're surprised to find Dr. Floyd is still there, arms crossed against the broad expanse of his chest, blue eyes narrowed in thought. Your eyes widen, taking in just how handsome this man is. With long legs, made even longer by the slim-fitting scrubs, muscular arms, broad chest, and slim waist, it feels like you're on a roller coaster ride because a flirty stranger shouldn't be this alluring. Of course, your favorite part of him has to be his eyes, navy blue and mercurial, the color seeming to shift depending on his mood and the atmosphere around him. They sparkle in the sterile lights when you step through the door, absolutely dwarfed by the scrubs on your body.

“Thank you for this, truly.” The words trip off your tongue in a futile attempt to stop the awkwardly shy way you've been staring at him.

“I was happy to.” Your breath catches as he steps forward, handing you soft, dark fabric. “Wear this, you look cold.”

Looking at the fine hairs rising on your arms and how your skin textures from the drafty, antiseptic-smelling breeze, it’s an offer you’re only too glad to accept from this sweet doctor.

“Would you, um…” When he drags his fingers through his perfectly coiffed hair, dislodging a curl that falls across his brow, you itch to push it back into place. “Would you like to grab a cup of coffee with me? You don’t have to if you don’t want to. I’m sure you’d rather check on your friend.”

He’s babbling, and you feel bad as you toe at the pristine tile, murmuring, “I should probably check on Jake.”

It’s his turn to toe at the tile. A part of you is tickled to see he has a charm on his crocs in the shape of the blue shark from that Korean baby shark song.

“What would you say, sweetheart, if I told you I set it up so my colleagues would page me when your friend’s procedure is done?”

You’ve got bubbles crawling up your esophagus, popping blithely in your mind as you look up at this tall, broad man with the countenance of a puppy.

“I'd ask if the coffee in the cafeteria was any better than the cups dispensed out of the machine down the hall.”

“It's a little bit better than the machine, yeah.” There's something like a smile on his face as he looks down at you, blue eyes crinkling in joy.

“Then lead the way, Dr. Floyd.” Your cocked eyebrow and broad grin make him smile more, the curve of his lips growing as he tugs you in the other direction when you start walking the wrong way.

He makes you feel a little giddy as he walks you down to the cafeteria with his hand against the small of your back. When there are two cups of coffee in front of you, your confidence falls completely flat. It’s like you’re no longer sure what to say anymore. Dr. Floyd seems to be just as stymied for words as you are. 

You sip on the bitter coffee because your hands are fidgeting and restless. He’s right about the coffee. It’s better than the machine coffee, but not by much. You fish for something to say because it’s awkward sitting in silence while staring at your coffee. If you’re not looking at your cup, you’re staring at your fingers, with nails clipped short and calloused with your work around the ranch. You can’t bring yourself to look your fill at Dr. Floyd, so you sneak looks at him as you fidget.

“So,” you smile, the gesture feeling awkward as your muscles contort. “How’d you get the baby shark charm on your Crocs, Dr. Floyd?”

He chuckles, eyes flashing behind his glasses as he sips his coffee. 

“Would you believe it if I told you I’ve only been at this hospital for a few months now?”

You grin softly at him. It looks like he’s thinking about how to describe the shark charm best, brow furrowed and lips pursed. All you want is to know what’s going on in his head. So you’re content to sit in silence.

“My first rotation here was in the pediatric surgery ward. This adorable little girl was going in for open heart surgery. She was heart-breakingly beautiful, with the prettiest smile, despite how sick she was.”

“Is she okay now?” The words trip out of your mouth without your permission.

“Yeah, she’s perfect.” He’s smiling. “I kept her calm before she went under and greeted her when she woke up with a big stuffed shark from the toy store.” He grins conspiratorially at you. “They didn’t have any sharks in the hospital gift shop. She was so happy to see me that it nearly made me cry. She begged her mom and dad to get me a shark charm for my Crocs before she was released to go home. I’ve been wearing it ever since.”

You’re smiling now in total, and when you shyly glance up at him, he’s smiling a smile that mirrors yours. “You sound like you love what you do, Doctor.”

“Call me Bob. Please.” He grins, and you shudder when you feel his feet tangle with yours beneath the plastic table. “Dr. Floyd is my dad. I still recoil and fight this urge to turn around to see if he’s behind me when I hear that name.”

“Bob, it is.” You giggle a little as you sip on your coffee. “So, you don’t swoop in like a knight in shining armor for any old catatonic girl covered in blood sitting in the waiting area?”

“I don’t.” He cards his fingers through his hair, “You’re special, believe it or not.”

You giggle a little uncomfortably. “How so?”

“You looked like you could use some help. It’s true what I said earlier. I rarely find pretty girls in the waiting room and show them places to get cleaned up. That seems to be something I only do for you.”

His smile fades a little then, brow furrowing again. If you were bolder you’d reach out to brush the wrinkled skin smooth again.

“You looked so lost. It’s weird because I didn’t even know your name.” When he says it, it feels like he’s tasting it on his tongue - and it looks like he likes your name in his mouth, too.

“I just wanted to make you smile and flirt a little bit, too.” When he lifts his eyes back up to meet yours, he’s smiling shyly. “So, is it working?”

You grin back and slide your hand out until you can take his hand. If anything, it stops his fidgeting.

“What’s the likelihood of a girl getting a nice piece of cake here?

 “I hate to break it to you, Sugar, but we’re in a hospital. The only dessert we’ve got in Jello.”

“Sugar?” 

He smiles. “Yeah, you’re sweet like sugar, especially when you smile at me like that. Give me a second. Let me see what I can get for you.”

When Bob stands up from the chair and strides over to the long counter, he gives you a little bit of room to breathe. It shouldn’t be this easy to fall for a man you barely know. There’s a reason why you were goofing around with your friends in an abandoned barn in the middle of a snowstorm, after all. You don’t have a lot of time for fun anymore.

You haven’t since inheriting the ranch from your great-aunt three years ago. There just hadn’t been enough time. In between getting the ranch running again and taking care of all of the animals, you’ve barely been sleeping. There was always something you needed to take care of, whether it was patrolling around the herds to make sure the coyotes hadn’t gotten them or spending hours going over the accounts to make sure there was enough money for food and medicine - for the humans and the animals.

The first calving season had brought you Jake and Natasha in the middle of a rainstorm. They’d originally stayed just to help with a breech calf, and you’d asked them to stay permanently when you saw how the herd responded to Jake’s soft Texan burr and how at home Natasha had been on horseback under the cornflower blue sky, the wind teasing her hair out from its ponytail. Since then, it’s been the three of you and more animals than each of you know how to handle.

You don’t know for sure, but sometimes you think there’s something between your two friends. It’s easy to notice when you spend most of your day only with the two of them or with the animals on the farm. Maybe you should have let Nat drive Jake to the hospital. But with Betsie foaling soon and Nat one of the only people she trusted, you had no choice. You fumble for your phone, digging it out of your bag, and make sure you haven’t missed any calls or messages from your friend.

Betsie’s in labor. I’ve called Doc McCoy. I don’t know if he’ll make it out to the ranch in time, but don’t worry. You take care of Jake. I’ve got Betsie. Let me know when he’s okay.

She sounds angry or maybe stressed; her words sound clipped even over the phone. Either you’ll have to do a lot of groveling or plan to get her some time alone with Jake.

“Is everything okay?”

Your smile feels like it’s disappeared into thin air - like you couldn’t find it if you tried. Your light, easy demeanor is gone, and the burdens of your day-to-day life are back. But you still try to curve your lips up in Bob’s direction.

“Yeah, yeah.” You accept the plate of jiggling multi-colored Jello from him. “One of our mares is foaling back on the ranch. When it rains, it pours, I guess.”

“Is everything alright? Do you need to run back there?” 

You poke lacklusterly at the jiggling sweet as you ponder how to respond to his earnest query. “No. Nat’s the only person the mare in question, Betsie, trusts.”

He blinks gently at you before nudging the Jello closer. “C’mon. You’ll feel better if you eat something.” His tone is quietly wheedling, and his blue eyes sear into you as you scoop a bite of the jiggling sweet into your mouth.

For several moments, it’s quiet. You can taste the artificial fruit as the Jello melts on your tongue. Inexplicably, it calms you as the sugar hits your stomach and dissipates the shadows brought on by stress.

“How long have you had the ranch?” Bob’s gently warm voice feels like being wrapped in blankets.

It feels like you’re wrapped in a dream, you and this handsome doctor, as you let the story spill into the quiet midnight atmosphere. There’s nobody else in the cafeteria with you, and it feels like there’s nobody else in the world. Maybe you shouldn’t share your struggles, things you haven’t told another soul, with a man you’ve only just met. But the stories spill off your tongue sweetly.

“The ranch is beautiful on winter mornings,” your voice is quiet as you intermittently sip your coffee. “It almost feels like a completely different universe.”

“What’s your favorite part of those winter mornings?”

 Before you can respond, his phone rings. In an instant, it’s like the man you’ve been talking to for so long is a completely different person. His face shutters, his smiling mouth going flat as he listens to the voice spilling down the line. He hums and nods, all those little noises people make when they’re listening, spilling out in his rich, lush voice. You find yourself liking this side of Bob too - the doctor side.

When he hangs up the call and stands up, you scramble to join him in collecting the mugs of long-cold coffee and empty plates.

“Your friend, Jake?” Your head snaps up so fast you nearly give yourself whiplash. “He’s coming out of surgery now. They’re moving him into one of the Post-Anesthesia Care Units. My colleagues on the surgical team say he’s going to be fine. He’ll have to stay at the hospital for another couple of days. He’ll also have to be careful of his arm and not lift anything heavy for the next little while. But he’s going to heal up perfectly.”

You nearly crumple with relief as you follow Bob to the recovery rooms and take your spot next to Jake. The first thing you do when you see Jake again is text Natasha. Between phone calls with Natasha and talking to Jake’s doctors, you lose sight of Bob. As the days pass in trips between the ranch and the hospital, in talking to Natasha, in crying when you see your best friend finally open his eyes when the anesthesia wears away, you’re not sure you’ll ever see Dr. Floyd again. 

Was he just a figment of your imagination in the dark hours of night?

You’re signing the last discharge forms two days later when you finally see him again.

“Hey.” He looks sheepish, a small grin curling the corners of his mouth up as he tries valiantly to ignore Jake and Natasha, bickering off to the side.

“Hey.”

“They’re discharging him today, huh?”

You grin at him. “Yeah. I’m glad he’s alright.”

“W-would you maybe want to have coffee sometime, again? Or maybe dinner?” Your heart stutters in its steady beat as you process the words. There’s something like hope growing in your chest before reality rears its ugly head.

“I’d love to. But with the ranch, I’m not sure how feasible it would be to drive an hour into town to have coffee.”

The light in his beautiful blue eyes dims. “Oh.”

“Maybe I can come down to the ranch, then?”

You smile and nod. Jake and Natasha have stopped talking in the background, which means they’ve noticed your conversation with this all too handsome doctor who is wholly out of your league.

“I’d love that.”

“Here,” He hands you his phone. “Put your number in, Sugar.”

When you hand the phone back with clammy palms, he wraps his arms around you in a gentle embrace. You think you can feel the brush of his lips across your forehead.

You’ve got a giddy smile on your face all the way home. Nat and Jake are anything but silent, taking turns asking you what happened in the hospital the night you tore into the Emergency Room drop off. Nat’s a little bolder than Jake is, asking,“So, who’s the cute doctor?” as soon as you’re on the road.

You barely manage to avoid their insistent attempts at wheedling the story out of you until you’ve gotten Jake settled into his room with Nat fluttering about fussing over him. You pull your phone out again in the confines of your bedroom, far away from prying eyes and people who know you too well and can read your every facial expression. There’s a message waiting for you.

Hey, this is Bob. I’d love to come by the ranch when I’m free. Just let me know, Sugar. Hopefully, the winter view you told me about is better than my dreams. I think it will be because it’s got you in it. You have to give me my sweater and scrubs back anyway, doll. So I’ll see you soon.

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@desert-fern @horseshoegirl @dakotakazansky @teacupsandtopgun @callsignspitfire @roosterforme @beyondthesefourwalls @mak-32 @thedroneranger @cherrycola27 @kmc1989 @chaoticassidy @shanimallina87

[shinjisdone]

Ticking Springs

(A Yandere Pinocchio X fem!Reader fic from Lies of P)

Pɑɾt 1; Sluɱbeɾ

capitolo uno

capitolo due

capitolo tre

capitolo quattro

capitolo cinque: is here

capitolo sei

capitolo sette

Capitolo otto

Capitolo nove

Capitolo dieci

Pɑɾt 2; Awɑƙeƞiƞƍ

It was a privilege to share the same blood as Giuseppe Geppetto. To be his family, his niece and take part in the marvelous worlds of puppets. The privilege to learn from him as his apprentice. The privilege to care for the things he cares for and to have the things he cares for, care deeply for you.

Tag List:

@greeknerd007 , @mitsureigen , @kame11a , @thirdblogsacharm , @sarah22447 , @blueberryhitosh1 , @written1nthest4rs , @huicitawrites

TW in general: Yandere behaviour, creepy and still puppet, dubious intentions and relationship, still in WIP more warnings may occure in time, also I am running out of pictures of P he looks the same in every pic (but prettily so)

[Also, I am gonna be like that and mention that I would not mind any comments or reblogs! This series is definitely gonna have short chapters and is currently building up settings but there's gonna be good ol yandere Pinocchio tailing after you like a puppy afterwards, no worries!]

This night also proved itself to be a long one. As well as lonely.

The prattling was thankfully easy to stop, or at least cut down to simple replies when requested. The complete silence once you shut the two butlers down however, felt like a sudden and bare contact with ice.

All windows were tightly shut to fight off the howling wind and rain and the only flickering light left in the workshop was that of your own. Just as Geppetto had returned and hung his coat, it was taken off just as quickly.

You've paid it no mind. Uncle was a busy man. Always has been.

Usually having a part of your table be empty and clean felt like a load of work was finished and tidied away but you found yourself musing over the doll in your hand. You put it in a sitting position before, only for it to fall again and again on its back. Feeling bad enough, you decided to have it sit on the edge of the table while supporting it from both sides.

You remember clearly how you were able to have it sit on a tiny, little stool, that you borrowed from your father's office, and pretended to have it listen to your whimsical stories. Now it feels like an old lady unable to properly stay still without help.

Uncle even inserted kneecaps to have it bend or, as you liked to pretend when you were younger, swing its legs at the edge of that small stool.

She was a friend to you in older times who was constantly nice to you. Not just sometimes.

Though in this state, holding it in your hands like this, the doll felt more like an obstacle than a friend.

A sigh of frustration escaped you. No matter how enticing the image was, you could not insert a voice box in it. Not yet.

Your dear, old friend was too outdated. Too small and not meant to serve and entertain as a puppet, but to be a little girl's companion as a doll. That little girl has grown though, and the doll offered her nostalgia rather than actual help. A doll, the size of a forearm, could not offer any aid in becoming a puppet maker.

It would have to grow like the little girl did.

Nodding to no one but yourself, you quietly promised the doll your return as you walked out of your room and skipped down the stairs. In a flow you turned around the corner to collect an oil lamp and made sure to flick on the hallway's light. Though when taking a peek outside, the stormy weather adviced you to look for an umbrella.

"...I know you, that glint in your eyes...is so familiar..." With a quick but playful gait, you found an umbrella leaning abandoned in the corner. Uncle must be collecting these like dust and setting them aside whereever he may find himself to be considering Krat's predictable moderate rain.

The floors creaked at your steps and the walls seemed to replicate the wind's howl in their own manner. You'd rather interpet it as that than believe that the old wood is not strong enough to withstand the noise outside.

Geppetto once mentioned that this was his way of forecasting the weather and if he could go outside at an nice day. Yet you did not really feel like taking advantage of that little 'quirk' the workshop offered.

"...a gleam...", Testing out the waters first and if that umbrella number uptenth was indeed not used up, you quickly made your way outside. Uncle's coat was still not hanging there and it made you let out a sigh of relief.

He would be incredibly upset at you. Being up and about at this hour and singing! Now you are even stepping out into the rain.

The door was shut a bit too roughly as you rushed through the plaza. The destination was an stone's thrown away but the walk still proved itself to be a hassle through the pouring weather. Nevertheless, you felt it would be worth it.

The plaza was rather empty. A few silhouettes hidden by their long cloaks, as dark as the sky, were standing or talking idly in the corners, a few with peers and some with puppets. Alongside the chatting and tinny that accompanied the rain, your footsteps were the loudest as you approached the bulleting board. The dim lights illuminated the stained glass but you could still make out the newspaper clips. There on the corner was an edition posted from this month still.

KRAT NEWS ISSUE 1089

Tailor shop Cherry now offering new fabric for your puppets! In collaboration with the WORKSHOP UNION now having materials in stock!

Tailor shop Cherry

ROSA ISABELLE STREET 27

NEAR THE CITY'S...

You skipped over the trivial information, writing down the street's name. It admittedly made your stomach drop a bit at the sight of such a prestitious place known for its luxury and...expensive prices. Yet the monthly pay you earned should be enough. Your wallet could suffer just for once...right?

Oh, if your parents ever heard of such an endevour...they surely wouldn't be pleased.

Your shoes ended up soaked in the rain but nothing too difficult to clean and hide. The wet umbrella could be hidden in your room...as well as your coat.

"And I know that visions are seldom all they seem..."

You neatly folded the paper - only to throw it away once it was too wet to store anywhere. Writing its content in your notes, you shoved the notebook back into your cupboard. "...but if I know you..." Skipping the last few stairs, you hummed as you tidied the place.

Or; 'Getting rid of evidence' - it sounded so foolish and cheesy but also exciting.

The wind continued to howl and the rain aggressively hit the walls but your mood nor your plans would be deterred. Even if they were the only sounds to accompany you tonight.

"...I know what you'll..."

Passing the hallway with hand towels in your arms your quick gait became slower and slower. Stopping mid-way, your gaze mustered the dimly lit area. You heard that right.

"...do...?"

Your foot took one, careful step as you leaned further to the wall. That didn't come from the outside, couldn't have now, could it?

No. The rain and wind came from the window to your left. And to your right...

Nose scrunching up, you turned around the corner. You held up the oil lamp above your head, narrowed eyes scanning the table and your song continuing in a soft and confused tone.

You turned the butlers off, didn't you?

"...You'll love me...at..."

Yes. Yes, you did, certainly you did this morning. Neither you nor your uncle touched them since then.

So why are you hearing rattling?

Those were springs. You were so, so incredibly sure, the sound as familiar as the beating of your own heart.

"...once..."

You bit your lip and decided to stay still. Head tilting to the other side, you listened again. The rain, the wind, the flickering flame in your hand...

And that's it.

Waiting a few moments more, you sighed through your nose before continuing where you halted. If you don't hurry, Geppetto will be back.

You really hoped he wouldn't end up being right that staying up late would bite you later.

[lialacleaf]

The Chief And The Intern

Chief x Reader

Was Waiting All Along

It had been months since you had heard from John. Life hadn’t been the same since you’d gone back to finish your last semester of your master degree. University used to excite you, but after having run around the galaxy with the UNSC, being in actual danger, you felt bored.

Your friends noticed the difference when suddenly you were unavailable to go to the mall, and more interested in visiting the firing range.

Your mother almost fainted when she learned you’d taken up a martial arts class in your spare time. Your grades weren’t suffering, so you didn’t exactly see the problem.

Your father had pestered you every day to submit your application to his company, but the only place you’d sent your application was the UNSC’s board of communications.

You were going to find John, and the rest of Blue Team. You couldn’t just submit to the life your parents wanted for you, even if you’d be monumentally disappointing them.

You were scrolling through your laptop in your little dormitory when you saw it. You’d been scrolling through emails for hours, each rejection letter making your heart sink further and further when you saw it.

“We would like to receive your application for our recently opened clerical assistant position.”

It wasn’t exactly what you wanted to be doing but there was one little phrase that caught your eye.

“Reporting to Spartan Lieutenant 104”

There was no way. Fred had found you? How in the world had he managed that? You took a quick glance over the email before following the provided link to submit your application and cover letter.

“You did what?” your father asked as you silently cut into your steak.

“I applied to the UNSC, and I got in. I’m leaving after the graduation ceremony,” you stated firmly.

“But what about the job your father lined up for you at his company! You’re just going to throw that away? I can’t imagine the UNSC is going to pay someone very much for communications work,” your mother rambled frantically as she set her fork down.

Family diners in your parent’s penthouse were always tense, but this was another ball park entirely.

“It’s clerical work actually,” you muttered.

“Yn! What are you thinking!” your mother asked.

I’m thinking there’s a very handsome space soldier up there waiting for me. I’m thinking I’m tired of being coddled at thirty two years old.

“It’s a good opportunity. Free travel, important connections-“

“It’s unsafe!”

“Nowhere is safe Mom!” You said, slamming your knife on the table. “I’m tired of pretending that Sydney is safe just because it makes you feel better to have me at arm's length,” you said, standing from your place at the table.

“You’re not going to survive out there, yn,” your father scoffed.

“Maybe I wouldn’t have before, but things are different now. I’m not changing my mind on this.”

Your parents didn’t come to your graduation ceremony. You noticed that their chairs were empty as you lined up to walk across the stage.

It left a bitter taste in your mouth. You were being punished for not doing what you were told. Despite having argued with them, you’d at least wanted them to attend.

You tried to smile for the pictures as you walked across the stage, but it didn’t feel real. After the ceremony you packed your suitcases and left your dorm for the shuttles.

What if John wasn’t waiting for you anymore? What if you got up there and he’d moved on entirely?

You felt your throat tighten as you neared the pickup and your legs began to shake.

Were you making a mistake? Could you still turn around? Your parents would never respect you if you did.

You shook your head, silencing these thoughts as you loaded onto the shuttle. This wasn’t just about John. You were doing this for yourself as well.

“Wasn’t she supposed to be here already?”

Fred didn’t bother answering the question, knowing full well that if he told John the cargo ship was running late he’d probably grab a rifle and a ship and go out looking for you himself.

Six months wasn’t a long time, but it was long enough to make the Master Chief miss you so much he could hardly breathe.

“She’ll get here when she gets here,” Fred said with a shrug as they waited in the cargo hold.

“She’ll probably be hungry, we should take her to the mess. She’s probably forgotten how to get there,” Kelly said, admittedly excited to see you again.

When the intercom finally announced the arrival of your ship, Blue Team sprung into action. John searched the faces of deboarding passengers for you, feeling a sense of panic until your smaller figure appeared, hauling two large suitcases.

He froze all of a sudden, willing his feet to move but unable to do so. He’d never felt this way before. Never had to hesitate, and yet he felt as if his stomach was doing summersaults.

Your eyes finally settled on him, and your feet halted.

Six months. Had anything changed?

You moved first, your hands abandoning their grip on your bags as you ran to him. Time seemed to catch up with the Spartan all of a sudden, and he barely registered that you had flung yourself towards him in time to bend forward and wrap his arms around your waist, hauling you in for a tight hug that squeezed the breath right out of you.

You buried your face in the Chief’s shoulder and sighed, the smell of gunpowder and cinnamon a sure sign that you were home.

“How’d you find me?” You murmured into his shoulder.

“Wasn’t that hard. Had some connections keeping an eye out for you. Ready to get back to work?”

He asked, setting you down as Fred and Kelly retrieved your bags. Linda gave you a firm pay on the shoulder in greeting.

This was exactly what you needed. Blue Team’s support, the promise of adventure on the horizon, and the Chief’s arms around you.

“As I’ll ever be,” you declared with a grin and the Spartan smiled softly at you. He had you back, and this time he wasn’t letting you go anywhere.

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[hypnoneghoul]

Seek and Destroy

WC: 1,4K

Relationship: Mountain/Dewdrop

Tags: Heats/ruts, transmasc Dew, p in v, knotting, cunnilingus, breeding kink

Mountain was trying to work in his greenhouse despite his rut hitting. He was killing it, the self control... until Dew appeared, in one hell of an outfit.

Notes: Uhm... Dew's outfit is fully based on my own, so... I have a picture... you can dm me if you're, hm... interested...

Read under the cut or on AO3.

It was fine, he could bear it for some more time. Just two or twelve plants to repot and he could go back inside and take care of it. Or ask someone for help, whatever.

Just a bit longer.

It didn’t help that his worktable was a perfect height for him to brush his, more than half hard, cock against every few seconds. Did his fucking rut had to hit just after they got back from tour? He was exhausted but had so much to do in his greenhouse after returning, not trusting the siblings with doing some tasks while he was away.

Just a bit longer and he’d find some nice, warm, tight and wet hole to fuck his load into, along with his huge knot.

Beads of sweat were gathering on his hairline, and most definitely not from the job he was doing. Mountain was fucking miserable.

He was basically shaking, his apron, and sweatpants under it, noticeably tented as he hissed and sneered around. Just a few left, he could keep his composure for just a bit longer.

Until-

“Mount? Hey, you here?” came Dewdrop’s voice from the front of the greenhouse. Mountain shot up, sniffing at the sweet scent slowly overwhelming his senses as the fire ghoul rounded the corner. He froze as his eyes landed on the other. Mountain was a mess and not only literally, with all the dirt on his arms, face and horns. 

He was a mess, cheeks flushed, pupils blown, breathing heavily like a pissed off bull. Dewdrop immediately knew what was going on, and was about to offer to help Mountain through it, but he didn’t exactly get a chance as the bigger pounced on him with a growl.

Well, he brought this on himself, kind of, with what he was wearing. Maybe he’d get approximately thirty seconds more if the earth ghoul’s rut wasn’t in the picture, but, still…

Dewdrop had a small crop top on, stolen from Aurora. He couldn’t help it, his little tits looked magnificent in it. He also wore cargo pants, low on his hips, his perfect, cute, happy trail on full display coming out from behind the top of his red Spider-Man boxers. They were super comfy, okay? The pants not only made his waist look borderline slutty, they also created the illusion of Dew having an actual cock, and Mountain, even knowing better, started daydreaming about choking on the imaginary length.

Dewdrop looked delicious, ready for devouring.

And so Mountain did.

The small ghoul didn’t even realise when he ended up with the pants shoved down to under his knees and bent over the dirtied worktable. Satan, his feet weren’t even close to touching the ground…

“Mountain, fucking- get me a pillow at least, you beast,” Dewdrop whined at his bony hips digging into the hard wood. The earth ghoul grumbled, chucked off both his sweatpants, shirt and Dew’s own pants and bundled them up together. The makeshift pillow was placed under his middle, but both ghouls knew it wouldn’t save him from limping for the next few days.

Mountain groped and squeezed everywhere, sneaking his big hands to grab Dewdrop’s tit or dig his fingers into his soft belly. The fire ghoul was just about to encourage the bigger to get to it, now that he was well on the way to getting his heat triggered, but Mountain, again, beat him to that.

He dropped to his knees and buried his face in Dew’s cunt, making him let out a high pitched moan at the sudden assault, “Oh, f- fuck…”

Mountain hummed against his pussy and feasted at him like a man starved, all but slurping away all the slick Dewdrop’s cunt was drooling. All he could do was whine and moan and let his head drop, horns clanking against the table.

The earth ghoul’s tongue was switching up from fucking him and licking at his stiff clit and it took a (not)surprisingly short amount of time for the fire ghoul to cry out and gush out a flood as he came on Mountain’s tongue.

“Oh my fucking god, M- Mountain-” Dewdrop breathed out, claws digging into the wood beneath him. All the answer he got was the other getting up and showing his legs further apart, cold air on his cunt making Dew shiver. He tried arching his back to stick his ass up but two huge hands planted on his hips prevented him from moving even an inch.

“Still,” Mountain growled, and Dew could do nothing but obey. Soon enough he was rewarded with a blunt and wet head of his cock teasing his entrance. It didn’t plunge inside, though, and the earth ghoul’s hands shivered where they were locked holding onto the smaller.

“Mount?” Dew asked, doing his best to turn his head to look at him. Something made Mountain hesitate, there was now worry painted on his face. “What happened?”

He grumbled something Dewdrop couldn’t pick up, but his hands turned him around, surprisingly gently. The earth ghoul bent down, arms caging the smaller in, and kissed Dew deeply, as if it was supposed to explain what made him pause.

“Mountain,” he whispered against Mountain's lips, “tell me.”

“I… got carried away, I- I don’t wanna… don’t wanna hurt you.”

“Oh, love,” Dewdrop smiled, “you’re fine, you won’t hurt me. I won’t break. I might need some weed, though, later.”

Mountain chuckled himself now, “You’ve got it, Droplet.”

Dew purred when their lips met again, hips twitching up, “Now, fuck me hard. Fuck me full, make me catch.”

Oh.

Oh.

“Satan, fuck, Dew,” he felt Mountain’s cock twitching and drooling out more precum where it was trapped against his thigh, “y- you can’t- you can’t say shit like that.”

“I mean it,” he smirked, hooking his legs around the drummer’s middle, pulling him closer. Close enough that his dick was now slotted perfectly against Dewdrop’s dripping cunt.

There was no holding back, now, Mountain shoved his dick inside and, holding the fire ghoul’s tiny waist in a bruising grip, started a punishing pace. Fucking Dewdrop hard, just as he, oh, so politely, asked.

He was, again, reduced to being just a babbling, sloppy mess as he was being used. Dew had no idea how many more times he came on Mountain’s cock as he was still pounding into him with no abandon. The fire ghoul was somewhere near the orbit by the time Mountain’s dick even started to swell with a promise of a knot, and all but a ragdoll when he finally shoved it in. He came with a growl, fulfilling Dewdrop’s wish of being fucked full.

Mountain sagged, burying his face in the fire ghoul’s neck, having barely enough energy to keep his body from crushing the tiny creature under him.

“Oh dear Satan,” he grunted after a moment, as he realised Dewdrop was absolutely gone. Passed out.

He was extremely adorable, though.

Mountain peppered his cute face with kisses before gathering him up with one hand, grabbing a blanket thrown over a chair in a corner with the other. He wrapped them both up in it as best as he could with a blacked out Dewdrop hanging off of him and the knot holding them locked together for Satan knows how long. They could stay in the greenhouse to wait it out, but Mountain felt like he could at least get Dewdrop to a comfortable bed after that. 

The earth ghoul left the greenhouse and headed for the ghouls’ quarters in the Abbey. Just inside, as he smelled some delicious food, his stomach rumbled so loudly he physically cringed, afraid it would wake Dew up. Mountain was being slightly dramatic with that, though, as now not even a bomb landing square in the middle of their common room would wake the small ghoul up.

“There you both are,” he first heard, then saw Swiss rounding the corner. “Got worried when you missed dinner.”

“You made it?” Mountain asked, voice raw from all the noises he was letting out not so long ago.

“Yeah,” Swiss chuckled, “Dew was actually supposed to go ask what you wanted to eat and then come back to help me make it, but it looks like he was jumped, or something.”

“Oh Satan,” Mountain groaned, trying to hide his blush with his free hand.

“We all thought you ended up eating him for dinner, by now,” Swiss stepped closer to tuck a strand of sweat hair behind Dewdrop’s ear.

“Well… I kinda did.”

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ficlet prompt: Trinh POV of like. All Of That

'There's danger out there in the stars,' Granmeme always said. 'Maybe it'll be in five years, maybe fifty, maybe in five hundred, but don't doubt my mark, there's danger out there.'

'Yes Granmeme,' Trihn would always say, and then, 'Can I get you some coffee?'

And it wasn't that Trihn didn't believe the elders, exactly. How could anyone who paid a modicum of attention during history lessons? And even if you hadn't, the Adamantine Logo stared back at them from almost every other surface in the colony. Adamantine, the company that had founded the settlement, the company that had abandoned them, and the company which had, maybe, protected them?

Maybe, maybe not. And maybe the colony's existence was still listed out there, on some sort of spreadsheet 20 systems away. Maybe one day people would come looking for them.

But that was literally such a distant concern. Not when the plumbing on level 4 was still intermittently leaking green sludge, not when there were caterpillars in the bok choy beds, not when the lights in the south wing kept flickering.

No, if danger was going to come form anywhere, it would be in their own backyard, first and foremost.

Well, well, well. No doubt Granmeme was wagging mer finger at them from beyond the Great Event Horizon.

"We're so glad to have found you," Supervisor Leonide said, her voice oozing compassion even through the tinny translation software. "When your cousins at the initial base-camp first told us of a splinter group that had gone to found a secondary colony... And that it had been so long before any contact... Well, we were just so worried that something might have happened to you!"

"Why would you have assumed that?" asked Jerail, who's face remained impressively impassive as ze sipped the rich fresh coffee Barrish-Estranza had brought as a gift.

"Oh of course. You wouldn't know." A shocked and concerned expression. "I understand you left due alien remnant contamination at the initial site?"

"In part," agreed Trihn. That's the simple answer, at least. (She sipped the coffee. It was very good. It came from actual beans, not flavoured powder.)

"Well, you made a good choice! Over the last five years, the contamination became much more severe. Physical deformations, behavioural alterations... It's a terrible situation. That's why we're here, to help before it gets any worse."

It could have been a trick. They wanted it to be a trick. But Barrish-Estranza had pictures, videos. Even their expert didn't think they were faked. And this corporate envoy, they'd brought someone from the original colony to vouch for them. That person could have been an actor, except they spoke with a perfect Spirliet accent, and there was something of the Niziral clan in the bridge of the nose, in the shape of their cheeks.

Their claims were real. Some of them, at least.

Others were likely to come, Leonide said. While reasonable people could tell this planet was a wash, some people weren't reasonable. There were always those willing to take risks as they pushed the envelope of science. One needed to be careful when dealing with such risk-takers, lest you get sliced on the cutting edge.

And sure enough, another group came. From a university, they claimed. A smaller team, only four. This one did not come in two shiny fancy hoppers, loaded down with delicacies for the adults and toys for the kiddies. No, the university envoy saddled up in one of the colony's own pilfered hoppers, worn and wary.

The university envoy said that Barrish-Estranza were dangerous, that they were looking for an indentured work-force, that they would enslave the Adamantine colonists so severely that even their children's grandchildren would still be slaves. The university instead offered the colonists ownership of their own planet and/or safe relocation, free of charge.

Barrish-Estranza said that the university's offer was too good to be true, that they had clashed quite awfully with the other colonists and were looking for revenge, that they were looking for a naive population willing to stay behind as lab rats. Barrish-Estranza instead offered fair, gainful employment.

The only thing either group of strangers agreed upon was this: It wasn't feasible for their colonists to stay where they were.

But Trihn didn't want to leave. Of course she didn't. No, their underground bunker wasn't exactly luxurious. It was all grey steel and concrete, everything cobbled together from extra equipment. Yes, there were caterpillars in some of the hydroponics bays, and yes, some of the lights flickered. But wasn't it theirs? Hadn't they built it up over the past thirty years? Hadn't they carved out this sanctuary among the ice and snow? Didn't they have a sleet-ball court, and music recitals, and movie nights?

Wasn't this their home?

Could they really just be expected to leave it?

Opinions were all over the place, the leadership starting to splinter, just like it must have back at the original colony site. Lucia and his faction liked Barrish-Estranza, or at least liked the lifeline they offered. Zenchal's faction didn't trust any of this, didn't trust it one bit, thought they should shut the hatches and burrow deeper. Magnolio's faction went one step further, arguing that they should be opening up the armoury and preparing for a fight.

And Trihn. Trihn just didn't know.

{What do you think, Addy?} she asked the AI which was the heart and lungs and nervous system of the entire colony. It (she, Trihn liked to think of Addy as a she) had been watching monitoring both groups since their initial arrival, as much as she could.

{Hard to say.} Her servers whined slightly under the effort of generating plain human speech. {But I like the university team better.}

{Why?}

For a few second, the only sound was the hard-drives fans in overdrive. {Their SecUnit is friendly. Or acts that way.}

{What does that mean, 'SecUnit'?}

Addy couldn't define it, not really, though she pointed the SecUnit out from their surveillance footage. The tall, serious one with the splicing. Trihn didn't think they looked particularly friendly, but Addy had a different way of judging such things.

This information probably wouldn't do anything to sway anyone. The others were unlikely to be swayed by Addy's opinion; she was just a computer, after-all. But Trihn was less quick to dismiss her, and regardless... It made no sense to reject the university without even speaking to them. She would have to keep pushing the other leaders for a meeting.

In the next meeting with Leonide, though, she did ask, in as casual a tone as she could muster. "What's a SecUnit?"

"A SecUnit?" Leonide blinked, off guard, a rarity. Then she smiled that brilliant white smile. "Oh, just a type of robot, with a little extra something-something for oomph. They're here to keep us all safe." She gestured to her entourage, the armoured soldiers carrying large guns.

Trihn had not thought they were robots. And certainly, the "SecUnit" which Addy had pointed out did not look like a robot.

So that was at least one lie Barrish-Estranza had fed them.

How many more were there?