#oh poor icey

[ama-the-weeb]

hongice week day 7... the final day. today's prompts were school / free day. i did both, technically... it ended up being really short but honestly i think its kinda funny and sweet. some sweet fluff to end the week... fic under cut (@hongiceweek)

“Hey,” Leon says to Emil, leaning on the locker next to his. “Fancy seeing you here.”

“Haha, very funny,” Emil mumbles, opening his locker. “You know this is my locker, you moron.”

“C’mon,” Leon whines a bit. “Can’t I have a little fun?”

Rolling his eyes, Emil finishes putting his stuff in his locker and shuts it. “It’s lunchtime, do you wanna get food with me?” He suggests, leaning on his own locker and turning to face Leon.

“Yes!” Leon cheers, smiling.

“Alright,” Emil replies, nodding slightly. “Lunch is on me this time.”

~

Because both of them are teenagers in high school, they get their lunch at the nearby fast food restaurant with its dirt-low prices. After ordering and receiving their meal, Emil and Leon sit across from one another at a small table in the corner of the restaurant.

“Well, this is kinda nice,” Leon comments.

“Hm?”

“Getting treated to food,” Leon adds on. “Makes me feel special.”

With that statement, Emil’s cheeks flush red. “I’m just paying you back for all the times you treated me to food,” he explains, stumbling over his words.

“Thank you,” Leon says.

“It’s no problem,” Emil mumbles. 

The table falls into an awkward silence. 

“Maybe I should treat you to food from a really nice restaurant,” Leon muses, breaking the silence.

“That…” Emil trails off. “That sounds like a date.”

Nearly immediately after those words leave Emil’s mouth, both of them turn bright red. The word “date” completely changes the vibe of their lunch break. No longer does it feel like just two guys hanging out during lunch hour. 

“Maybe,” Leon starts talking again. “Maybe I will take you on a date to a nice restaurant someday.”

“Um, is it bad that I actually kinda like the sound of that?” Emil mumbles his question. Somehow Leon goes redder. 

“Um, I was just…” Leon stops for a moment, laughing awkwardly. “I was just trying to joke a bit. I… didn’t expect you to actually agree.”

Well. This certainly is bringing about a change in their relationship. 

“Um… maybe we could try something like that,” Emil mumbles, his anxiety screaming at him. “We could try dating… if that’s okay with you…”

“Emil,” Leon says. “I would love that.”

Emil feels like his heart is about to pound itself right out of his chest and die a dramatic death on the table. 

“Woah, are you okay?” Leon asks, noticing something. “You went really pale all of a sudden…”

“I… I think I need some water…” Emil mumbles, now panting. 

“Gotcha,” Leon gets up and runs to get some water.

This is so embarrassing. Emil messed up asking out his best friend by nearly passing out immediately afterwards. This is certainly not something his brain will let him forget for decades, probably.

[saltyztuna]

Summer may be ending soon but y’know what’s never ending?

That’s right!- This Maniac’s Bloodlust and Competitiveness! Yippeeeeee~~~

(Based on that one ff14 red chocobo meme..)

[leth-writes]

Yandere! Batfam x Poor! Hacker! Reader

The first thing you noticed when you approached your apartment, arms laden with groceries, was the sleek, black car parked in front. This was unusual; you were in a neighborhood where a car like this would get its tires stolen.

As you entered the lobby, you spotted the elderly lady that lived upstairs. 

She was shaking like a leaf, face teary and pale, and her whispy hair was hanging loosely around her face like she had been running her hand through it.

“Oh dear, oh no!” She sobbed upon spotting you.

“What's wrong, Mrs. Lark?” You asked, concerned.

“There's someone upstairs… He came in that fancy car looking for you!”

It felt like ice down your spine. You couldn't believe it; who would be looking for you?

You handed her the groceries and bounded up the stairs two at a time, stopping on your floor and bending over, gasping for air.

Who could possibly be looking for you? Who was waiting for you? Was it the elusive new owner, who you still hadn't met?

You opened the unlocked door slowly, attempting to soundlessly slip in without notice. You failed.

Sitting in your one armchair was a young man, maybe 19, leaning back with his legs loosely crossed. His arms were laid upon the armrests. and cold, icey blue eyes were locked onto you. His midnight blue suit was without crease, and his leather shoes looked out of place on your dark, scuffed wooden floors. His short, dark hair floated lightly around his starkly pale face, with eyes lined in eyebags a deep, dark purple. 

“So you're our mysterious thief.” He droned, head tilted to the side slightly, and eyes narrowed.

It was Timothy Drake, young CEO of Wayne Industries and the brightest mind in the city. You'd forgotten about him in your hunger-induced stupor.

“I'm sorry…” you intoned, head lowered.

“You could at least have the decency to look the man you've been stealing from in the eye when you apologize.” He said, mouth pulled into a frown.

You met his eyes, and the world shifted to the left.

Your eyes widened in shock. You could see it in the corner of your eye, the grey threads that signified your soul family, with the inner most one, hooked around your pinky, slowly turning glacial blue, the same color as Tim's eyes. He looked shocked, glancing from the thin thread connecting your pinky and his right index to you. He slowly stood up, face still slack in surprised.

“I-I…” He stuttered, one hand limply raising in your direction.

You took off running,hearing him swear faintly in response. That was your second mistake.

[bubybubsters]

A Distressing Solstice

a/n: For my lovely @icey--stars I hope you have a wonderful holiday and thank you to the amazing people at @acotargiftexchange for making this a thing!

w/c: 2000+

warnings: 🐱

masterlist

*****

Eris’s POV

Eris glanced in the full-body mirror one last time before taking a deep breath and praying to the Cauldron that nothing would go wrong. He was in a dark red vest that had black patterns covering a black shirt paired with black dress pants. It was the Winter Solstice and Azriel had invited him over to meet his family on good terms and to come clean about their not-so-secret secret relationship. Rhysand and Feyre had found out when catching the two lovers making out 30 minutes before a meeting. Surprisingly the High Lord and Lady had already suspected and was willing to hear them out. Lucien had also found out in a similar way, accidentally walking in on something he definitely never wanted to see again. Eris also knew Morrigan suspected because Azriel had dragged him halfway through Velaris to apologize and explain why he’d left her in the woods that day. If Mor knew, then all the females in the night court probably did as well. Really this was only for Cassian (because Amren always knows everything), the ‘poor oblivious Illyrian baby’ as Azriel liked to call him. Still, Eris’s nerves jangled nervously as he winnowed to the River House. Sparing a look at his watch, Eris realized he was fifteen minutes early. Oh well, couldn’t very well go back now… well he technically could…. Shaking the thought from his head he scanned his surroundings. Although he would deny it to the grave, the River House was as incredible as Az had told him. As he approached the house mansion, he glanced at the windows. Two silhouettes were too close to be casual. He smiled, happy for their love. Then, suddenly realizing one had giant wings, Eris froze, fearing what he was seeing. Creeping closer, he peered through the window focusing intently on the figure with wings. That same jet black hair. Oh no. It couldn’t be. Azriel would never. Eris’s face drained of all color as he saw his lover against the counter with Elain Archeron leaning forward to kiss him. Fire roared through his veins as his own heart broke at the sight and he thought of how devastated Lucien would be. Using every scrap of self control to not smash through the window and beat both Azriel and Elain up for their betrayal, Eris backed up. Indifferent mask falling into place as he watched their lips meet. He turned down the pathway and started the walk back to the unwarded areas. All while slamming up those steel walls in his heart and mind. Pushing his feelings into a teeny tiny box and once more becoming the High Lord. The High Lord that showed no mercy, no compassion, no joy, no love, nothing except cruelty. The High Lord he’d been before Azriel. When Eris reached the end of the wards, he looked back at the River House and without a single trace of emotion winnowed out.

***

Bright light greeted him along with the shocked face of his little brother. The day court. “Eris! I thought you were with Az?” Lucien’s slightly worried voice broke Eris’ facade of indifference. His body gave out and he dropped to his knees in the middle of Lucien’s cabin. “Eris?! What happened? What’d he do?” Eris chuckled. He loved his brother. In a weak voice he asked, “Why do you assume he did something?” “Because you’d never hurt him.” Lucien’s arms encircled him and Eris felt himself being lifted off the ground. “You love him. You would do anything for that shadowsinger. He doesn’t deserve it, but you’d still do it.” “I loved him.” The words were another stab into Eris’ heart as Lucien sat him down in an armchair. “No, you love him. You, of all people, can’t unlove in twenty minutes. I know you Eris. You’re blocking your feelings, making yourself feel nothing. It’s not healthy, you’ve got to at least have closure if you’re going to end it with Az.” Eris glared, hating that Lucien was right. His damned emissary training made him absurdly good with words. “So, I ask you again. What happened?” “Luci… Ela- Elain kissed him. Your mate kissed my mate.”

*****

Azriel’s POV

It was eleven, Eris was four hours late. He probably wasn’t even coming at this point. Azriel drained his wine, glancing towards the door once more before Feyre drew his attention. “Do you know where Elain is?” It was the fifth time the question had come up, all directed at him. “No.” He’d rejected Elain again after she’d forced herself on him. She’d pinned him between the kitchen counter and not willing to hurt her, he’d been helpless. But she’d kissed him and he knew he had to do something but his body froze. He’d shoved her off after a moment and harshly told her he didn’t want her. He’d never wanted her. She’d just been a placeholder while he tried to find someone who was right for him. And he’d found that someone. She’d run off crying. He glanced outside again and still no fiery red head. “Az?” Rhysand placed a present in front of him as he looked down and Azriel with a worried gaze. “You alright?” Azriel nodded at his brother before taking the present. Carefully unwrapping the squirrel and acorn wrapping paper, Az pulled out the present. It was a small box. When opened it was a heart locket the color of autumn leaves. Upon closer inspection Azriel noticed that the locket was broken in two. He opened one side; it had a picture of Eris staring at someone not shown with a heated, loving expression. Frowning, Azriel opened the other locket to fine a picture of him staring with the same expression at someone else. He smiled slightly, putting the lockets together to show a picture of the couple locked in a heated gaze. Looking up at Rhys, his eyes watered at the incredibly thoughtful present. “It’s lovely Rhys. I love it and I’m sure Eris would if he’d bothered to show up.” His voice turned bitter and he let a little bit of his pain show. Anger shown in his brothers eyes. “I can’t believe he stood us up. I thought he was good. Do you want to go find him?” “He is good. I’m not sure. Give it another hour, if he’s not here by then we’ll go see what happened.” Rhys nodded, smiling at his brother before moving back to Feyre’s side and tucking her into his side. Azriel’s heart clenched at the love his High Lord and Lady had. He wished for it, especially the mating bond. But it seemed the Mother had deemed him unworthy of even that. Barely minutes later, Rhysand was once again standing in front of him. “Screw it Az, let’s find that asshole.” His brother had that look on his face that said he wasn’t going to back down on this front. “Fine… just let him explain before murdering anyone.” Rhys’ grin was a slash of white, “I make no promises.” He grabbed Azriel by the shoulder and winnowed them out. The scent of fresh fallen leaves hit him and Az relaxed slightly. He opened the cabin door and stepped in, Rhys a step behind him. “Er?” No answer. “He’s not here Az. Hasn’t been for hours.” Azriel nodded, stepping back into his shadows and winnowing away. There was only one more place Eris could possibly be. Az felt a knock against his mental shields. “I wish to do this alone, Rhys.” “Then best of luck, brother.”

*****

Lucien’s POV

Lucien heard a light knock against his cabin door and sighed, already knowing who stood outside. He couldn’t believe Azriel had cheated on Eris with Elain. Of all people. He wanted to give up on Elain, to find someone who wanted him and cared enough to accept and use his damn gifts. But she was his mate and that string connecting them wasn’t so easy to block. Lucien disentangled himself from his sleeping brothers arms and silently crept toward the door. “He won’t want to see you.” Meeting Azriel’s hazel eyes he felt a surge of anger, especially at the very faint smell of jasmine and honey. The shadowsinger looked confused at Lucien’s words. “Why? What did I do?” Lucien’s brows pulled together slightly, was it possible that Eris had gotten it wrong? That the situation he’d seen wasn’t what it’d looked like? An unwanted flare of hope ran through his body. “You… where were you fifteen minutes before 7:00?” “Umm.” Realization dawned on Azriel’s face. “Kitchens. Oh. So, Eris was early and saw through the window when Elain kissed me and assumed that I was cheating on him?” Damn. He’d gotten it right away. “Yep. And now you can come in, explain you hopefully weren’t cheating on him and make it so I don’t have a brooding high lord in my getaway cabin?” “If you’d step out of the doorway.” His voice lowered to a whisper. “Do you think he’ll hear me out?” Fear and sadness laced his tone. Lucien shrugged elegantly, “good luck!” He needed wine, maybe he’d stop by the River House and take a few of Rhysand’s good bottles and be back in time to kick his brother out before he had sex with the shadowsinger in his bedroom, again.

*****

Eris’ POV

A hand shook him out of his sleep and he groaned, batting the hand away. Said hand grabbed his hand and pinned it to the bed. Said hand wasn’t just calloused like Lucien’s but also had scars. Burn scars. Eris shot up, suddenly wide awake as he looked to his side and was met with a pair of hazel eyes. “Azriel.” He jumped off the bed as the memories of why he was at his brothers cabin came back. Azriel had cheated on him! With Elain. His brothers mate! “Eris, please. Let me explain.” A hint of desperation sparked in his eyes. “No! You kissed her! You-“ “Eris!” Azriel cut him off, rounding the bed to stand in front of him. “She kissed me! I-“ “You kissed her back! You know how much she means to Lucien and you still kissed her back!” “Lordling.” Azriel pushed him onto the bed and hovered above him, pinning his wrists to the mattress. “She kissed me and it took me by surprise so I froze. If you’d only stayed and watched another five fucking seconds you would have seen me push her away and tell her I don’t want her.” Eris’ emotions spiked, “Of course I didn’t stay to watch my mate kiss another! It’d tear me apart!” Azriel stilled above him. “Mate?” That’s when the bond snapped for him and Eris felt the mating bond go taunt. Rushes of desperation, surprise and love flooded his side of the bond. “Mate.” The confirmation alone made the bond glow with life. He leaned up, even as Azriel still pinned him to the bed, placing a gentle kiss on his mates lips. “I’m sorry I ever doubted your loyalty to me… I just assumed the worst and I shouldn’t have.” Azriel’s eyes softened and his body relaxed as he let got of Eris’s wrists and collapsed on top of him. “I love you, lordling.” Azriel’s hands cupped his face and he kissed him passionately, letting the bond between them come to life with shared love. “I’m the high lord. Not a lordling.” Eris grumbled into Azriel’s chest. “But I love you too, shadow boy. A waterfall of ice cold water hit the couple and they both yelped jumping up and out of bed. Eris glowered at his grinning brother as he magically dried himself and Azriel. “You’ll pay for that, Luci.” He grabbed Azriel’s hand and started to drag him out of the cabin. “At least I won’t have the scent of your sex in my cabin for weeks again!” Azriel glanced at Eris, “That long?” Eris grinned nodding, “Longer.” He winnowed them to his own getaway cabin. “Now mate, where were we?”

*****

A/n: Thank you for making it through that… hopefully without any cringing!

taglist:

@thelov3lybookworm @stargirl1714

thank you @artists-ally for keeping me sane with promises of that one thing and suggesting a name for Az.

[oatmealcrisp-freak]

i spent 2 days writing about victor's alexithymia in the karaoke fic instead of the karaoke but its such a moodswing i dont think it suits so imma slap it on here and if i write a fic it suits for ayoooo

Sometimes that ignorance of emotion turned to sheer icey numbness, the only feeling piercing through the veil enough to be described being ‘bitter’. Victor didn’t get depressed. He got ennui. He got bored, and looking back at it now he could recognize how utterly terribly lonely he’d been. His world had been painted in the cool tones of the ice, and though the ice was his first love, it was a frigid one indeed.

There had been days, back then, where he’d wondered if the ice had reached into him and made him perfect, yes, but too cold to touch. 

Too cold to be anything but a beautiful picture. 

Too cold to be a person.

He’d chased after heat. Sex, booze, drama - Victor had left a wailing chorus of broken hearts in his wake, some accidentally, some deliberately, in his search for just a feeling. Those relationships he’d fallen into where he’d achieved a sort of bond outside mere convenience had crashed and burned and left Victor looking at the ice again wondering if he just loved wrong. For all his strengths, that piece of him was somehow underachieved, and flawed, and hurtful, and shallow. Incorrect. 

Inspired by Yuuri, he’d gone into Eros and Agape as more of a research project than anything else but it was still more of the same. He’d been looking to feel something, to taste something, to be inspired by something - to be filled. He knew, just KNEW thanks to Yuuri that he’d know it when he saw it, because he’d known it then.

Victor looked at the recordings of those routines and still wasn’t sure if he was feeling anything at all. Technical perfection, as lovely as ice, as shallow as glass.

Victor Nikiforov loved wrong. 

Oh sure, Victor said he loved this, he said he loved that, but that was really more hope than anything. A half hearted attempt to shield what he felt was an embarrassing flaw in his perfectionism. But he wasn’t really sure if he ever really did. It’d become habit, automatic and unthinking.

So.

Was it any wonder he’d chased after that sunlit jazzy catastrophe of a man who smiled and flushed and whose strong wide palms held him capably, gently, who turned a stuffy banquet into a wild party? Who invited Victor to do something he’d never done before, who believed in him in a capacity greater than his ability to perform? Who believed in his ability to teach, and all the implications about Victor’s intelligence and kindness and personhood therein. The implications about Yuuri’s faith in him. Implications, yes, subtext, yes - but none of which had turned out to be incorrect.

Was it any wonder that he’d flown halfway across the world in a heartbeat to land at the door of the man who’d given him that fluttering shining pulse of joy, a sensation so keen it’d pierced through the haze in magnificent yellow light? Who’d inspired him. Who could maybe inspire him again, and teach him something he felt he’d struggled with what must have been all of his life to learn?

Was it any wonder?

Yuuri believed in him. Yuuri had believed in him all his life. Yuuri, too, had been charmed, of course, by Victor’s icy veneer at first - but Yuuri also saw beyond it on what had to be an instinctual level. Any other fan would have been hurt, perhaps, but falling over themselves all the same to take a picture with Victor even if they were a skater in the very same competition that Victor hadn’t recognized. It was embarrassingly not even the first time he’d made that gaffe given his poor memory, something Yakov usually covered for, so Victor knew this for a fact. In the exceptionally rare instance that wasn’t the case, they’d get mad and yell instead to demand retribution for their wounded egos.

They cared about him as much as a person typically cared about a cardboard cutout.

Met with Victor’s habitual smile and fatigued lack of interest?

Yuuri had turned and walked away. 

Victor wasn’t a prop to look pretty in a selfie with. Victor was a man who was trying to be kind but really just wanted to go to bed, his brain fog so thickened with exhaustion he literally couldn’t recognize the competition.

And so Yuuri had left him alone. Hurt, yes, absolutely, his pride crushed and his heart frail but… likewise much too caring to intrude, to make demands of Victor’s time - something he had so very very little of.

On the surface it wouldn’t look like an act of kindness. But wasn’t it though?

It’d been that moment where Victor started watching Yuuri, and what a sight he’d go on to see.

He’d set the world on fire by moving to Hasetsu on a whim to become Yuuri’s coach.

It was the best thing he’d ever done.

And now?

Now Victor’s life was warm.

And though Victor still often wasn’t sure if he loved right, if he was feeling love at all, he was beginning to learn that didn’t matter. Yuuri had once told him he was grateful for Victor because Victor met him where he was. He never pushed Yuuri for more than Yuuri was truly willing to give. He made the effort to learn him, and then accepted him. As he was, as he had been, as he could be - he’d been accepted. 

Maybe Yuuri had thought, just like Victor, that he loved wrong too because Victor identified deeply with those words.

Yuuri didn’t seem to appreciate how he did the very same for Victor. Like Yuuri, Victor was intensely grateful.

They had their misunderstandings. Their clashes. Their fights. At the beginning Victor had bullied Yuuri, and Yuuri had run away and shut him out, the both of them chilled like the rink they danced in. They hadn’t understood how to communicate, but as they’d come to understand each other communication had come. Simultaneously and apart, they’d made the decision to make an effort for each other.

And that? Carried them through.

That?

Was enough. If real love was a thing Victor was capable of, he knew he was in love with Yuuri Katsuki.

[xxizombiexx]

Bachelorette Party

STRIPPER! Gojo x FEM! Reader

Daddy's Home 😫

Well not anymore

IM SORRY IF YOU KNOW

Warning- oral (male receiving), praise, food play, cursing, cheating

The (h/c) girl bit her lip as she looked out the window of the Uber she and her friends were in. Y/n was worried: It was the night of her Bachelorette Party and also her soon to be husband's bachelor's party. What was she worried about? You may ask, well, it was the fact that her soon-to-be husband's Bachelor party was going to be at a strip club. It's not like Y/n had a problem with that, cause she already knows her friends are taking her to one also, but it's just the fact that her husband could easily see another beautiful women and sleep with her. That's what bothered Y/n.

"Come on, Y/n!" Kekio exclaimed, grabbing the girl out from the Uber. "We book the best of the best for you!"

"Yeah, Y/n!" Rika said, grabbing Y/n's other arm. Y/n smiled at her bridesmaids. Maybe tonight wouldn't be so bad. Thought Y/n.

"Hi! We have a reservation for a Bachelorette!" Rika practically yelled in the poor man's face. "For Y/n L/n!" The man nodded.

"Follow me." He muttered, walking to the back.

"We booked you the best dancer here! Your gonna love him!" Aoi shouted over the loud music as the group of girls walked into a room. It had pretty white couches and the walls of the room were covered with mirrors. There were L.E.D lights that lined the top and bottom of the mirrors.

"He'll be here in a minute." Said the man, before leaving the room. The were about eight girls in the room--including Y/n.

"I'm so excited!" Exclaimed Kekio. "From the pictures I seen of him, he's so hot!" The other girls in the room agreed with Kekio, except for Y/n. She had never since this man, so she doesn't know what to expect. In fact, she has never been to a male strip club.

Suddenly, three tall men walked throught the doors almost all the girl's were screaming. One was a guy with kind of long black hair, the other a guy with tattoos all over him, and pink hair. Finally, the man in the middle, wore black round glasses, and had white hair. He only had black boxers on, but the outline of his cock was very noticeable. In his hand was a can of whipped cream. Y/n couldn't help but smile at the tall, handsome man. He then started to walk towards Y/n, placing a finger under her chin to make her look up at him. Y/n swallowed the lump in her throat.

"So I heard your the special person this party's for, huh." Gojo said. Y/n couldn't help but to turn red, she couldn't even looked into his icey blue eyes without blushing. She looked behind him towards the other girls, noticing that they're veing occupied with the two other men in the room. "Don't worry pretty girl, I'm all yours tonight. No need to get jealous of the other girls." Gojo said, noticing her wandering eyes.

"O-okay." She mutters. Gojo only chuckled.

"Wanna do the honors, baby?" He asked, referring to his boxers. From where she sat, his--man area was directly in her face. She nodded. "Then go ahead, baby." Oh the nickname got her weak in the knees. Good thing she was sitting down because she would have fell if she stood up. She slowly brought her hands to the hem of his boxers. She looked up at the tall white haired man. He smiled at her and nodded his head. With a little hesitation, she started to pull down his boxes. His cock sprung up, making Y/n flinch at how big he is. Bigger then her fiancé that's for sure.

Gojo chuckled. "Scared ya, huh?" He asked. Y/n rolled her eyes and smile at him. Gojo then began to shake the whip cream can in his hand. "Let me give you something sweet for someone sweet." He said, popping off the lip with his thumb, and spraying the whipped cream on his pink tip. Y/n's eye widened, hesitantly reaching her hand out towards him. "Don't be shy, baby." He said, looking at her with his icey blue eyes. The girl bit her lip, started to slowly jerk off the base of his cock. She then put his tip towards her mouth, sucking the cream from his tip. Her hands went up and down, the whipped cream, going down his base, also.

Gojo groaned, his hands gripped Y/n's (h/c) hair. He threw his head back in satisfaction. He started to push your head down. His cock was thick, it hurt herr jaw just to put half of it in your mouth, let alone almost all of it. She choked around it, tears forming at the sides of her eyes. "You're doing so good." Gojo chuckled. His cock base was now getting sticky from the whip cream.

Gojo lifted you from off of his cock. He hooked a finger under Y/n's chin, and lifted her head up to look at him. Gojo shook the can once more. She opened her mouth for him to put some whip cream in her mouth. And he did. Right before shoving his cock down her throat once more.

"Your throat is so nice. It's fits my cock almost perfectly." Gojo said, tucking a piece of Y/n's hair behind the girl's ear. "You wouldn't mind me cumming down your throat would you? I think you could take it." His words were so hypnotizing. She nodded, or, at least tried to. He then began to thrust, practically fucking Y/n face. She places a hand on Gojo's muscular thigh. Suddenly, his cum filled her mouth, mixing with the whipped cream that was in her mouth pier. "Good girl." Gojo groaned. "Good fucking girl."

The next day, she woke up in a hotel room next to that white haired man. When she checked her phone, a video of that dirty thing she did was sent to her by Kekio.

Damn you Kekio.

[hazbinsponsoredbyvee]

(Icey anon keeps it at this temperature, freezing the walls and floors, preventing entrance or exit for the poor souls inside)

Cool it kitty~

(Icey teleports away)

-Icey anon

"F-fuck!" *materializes his chain and pulls on it*

"Husker, whyever are you- Oh, dear. You two don't look particularly well, do you?"

"H-help."

"And how exactly do you expect me to do that, when you've just gotten me stuck in this room as well?"

[saturninesstuff]

Poker face. Levi x reader.

Summary : what happens when Y/n catches petra flirting with her boyfriend. And he does nothing about it? Ship : levi x reader + oc Warnings : cussing, violence, jealousy, yandere, spitefulness, drama, hurt/anger, comfort.

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It was no secret that Y/n was one of the few people who wore a poker face like levi and mikasa. Any and all emotion on her face was not visible to the naked eye. So when she catches her boyfriends cadet flirting with him, and him doing nothing, she's not so pleased. Ofcourse they weren't publicly dating. She was a captain of a completely different squadron with hange being her right hand woman. But it was still risky.

Yn watched as petra giggled bringing levi his tea. That wasn't her Job. Anger slowly took over yns vision, deciding she was going to smash that woman's head into the wall, yn started to strut forward. Sure yn was very confident in herself, always put together, sassy and neat, but she had an incredibly short temper. Just as she was about to enter the mess hall she stopped. Maybe she shouldn't hurt the poor thing, instead hurt the thing doing nothing about this absurd situation. It wasn't JUST the tea. Petra had done many things to show her intrest in levi. She even got her dad to try and bribe levi into marrying her???. Yn looked at the scene a little longer, then turning her back and leaving. Not noticed at all.

Now it was levi's turn to witness a scene that made his blood boil. Yn almost always trained the women of the scouts but today she was training with the boys, no, boy. One in particular. Damien Anderson. A cadet that loveeed testing levi's patients, he was cocky, disobedient, and a perverted bastard. To levi atleast. But only because he caught him sneaking out of the girls dorms a few times. Now Damien was most of those things, but he acted as sweet as honey around the women of the scouts. He wore his hair long, in a braid, and had icey green eyes to match his dark black hair. "Gonna give me a run for my money cap?" He smirked at yn, "you already know it Anders" yn retorted with a smile, a smile. Something that used, to be reserved for levi only. But apparently not today. Damien snorted, "did you just smile at me?", "no, I frowned at you dipshit" yn rolled her eyes. "Your more expressive than usual, what's got you so sassy huh?" Damiens smirk never left his face as yn tied her hair up. "On your feet anders" she playfully kicked his shin. Why was she so friendly today???.

"Hey." Levi called out. "Hm?" Yn turned around, face smeered with dirt and a bored expression. She never got dirty. Atleast not for long. "Whats up with you?" Levi asked concern laced in his smooth tone. "Nothing." Yn turned back around and started walking off "hi yn!" Petra called. Yn stopped walking now, standing dead still, then turning around seemingly excited?. "Hey do you think I could transfer that Damien kid to my squadron?" Yn smiled sweetly. Levi's face contorted into disgust, "no." Oh. "Its fine I'll ask erwin" yn shrugged and walked off again. Wtf? Was all levi could think.

"Yn" Levi said sternly. Stopping yn infront of erwins empty office. "Mm?" She said avoiding levi's eyes. "What have I done to upset you." He said, more demanding than asking really. "You tell me" She shrugged. "Drop this facade. Tell me what I've done." Levi scowled. "Ask PeTrA" yn emphasised her name. "Oh cAptAiN. LeT mE mAkE yOu sOmE tEa. Oh CapTAin yOuR sO fUnnY. Oh CapTAin oh cAptAiN." Yn waved her hands around dramatically and rolled her eyes. Levi stood there, beyond baffled. "Are you-.. jealous?" Levi tried his best not to smile at this stupid pettiness of his lover. "Look at you sherlock Holmes." Yn scoffed. "I don't see why?" Levi asked, very very confused. "That's the point, you let her be all over you, and then get mad when I do the same. Get a life man." Yn started walking off only to be tugged back. "I'm sorry my dear, I didn't know you were so pissy about this. I'll get her to maintain distance." Levi pecked yns cheek, "hm." Yn still wasn't looking him in the eyes. "Fine, but if I see her on you again I'm going to smash her face into a tree." Yn 'joked'. "Deal" Levi rolled his eyes, holding her close. Just as Petra turned the corner she saw Levi lean down and kiss you, which you noticed was intentionally planned. As you saw Petra, levi would never display any pda. But you enjoyed this.

"Hey, morning cap!" Damien called, "get back to your squad Damien." Yn sternly said, confusing the absolute shit out of Damien, but when Levi shot him a glare he was quick to run off.

[deadpool-wade-wilson]

(immediately teleports Deadpool back into my arms with anon magic. the Icey lady bringing him into a embrace caresses the back of his head with her hand to comfort him after this horrid experience)

I've gotcha sweetie.

(immediately freezes all of the liquids and moisture in the anon who teleported you way)

oh you poor thing... (She just cradle's Deadpool in her arms like a loving mother.)

-icey anon

At this point I’m not sure what to make of this situation

I’m not going to question it

[styxbugg]

guess who decided to transcribe all of uncle matt's postcards from fraggle rock: back to the rock. me! I did!

Og s1

101: Pilot

(No postcard)

102: Red and the Big Jump

Dear Nephew Gobo,

My exciting journey back into Outer Space has begun, and I have never felt more welcome. It seems the Silly Creature welcoming committee has been leaving me gifts. With so many wonderful gifts to choose from, I wanted to ensure that the first artifact I sent back was truly valuable and uplifting: a squishy crystal cloak. It’s one of the Silly Creatures’ most prized artifacts of all.

Love, your Uncle Travelling Matt.

103: The Merggle Moon Migration

Dear Nephew Gobo and friends,

I recently stumbled upon something chilling: Silly Creatures being forced to move in an endless circle on something called a “Silly Slippy”. Their only crime? Being born with blades for feet. The poor things were screaming in terror! Luckily, I was there to save these poor creatures. You should’ve seen me, Gobo! I was poetry in motion. Everyone was so appreciative of me that they placed me in some sort of reward box.

I thought I had freed them, but then their ferocious captor returned. A giant slidey monster. I didn’t hesitate to meet the beast head-on. I mounted and tamed the beast all on my own. Then I took a victory lap to show the Silly Creatures it was no longer in control. Oh, did they love me. And as a memento of my bravery, I’m sending you a section of Silly Slippy. Let it serve as a reminder that fortune favors those who aren’t afraid to go their own way.

Love, your Uncle Travelling Matt.

PS: I know you miss me.

PPS: I’d miss me too.

104: The Glow

It’s me… Your Uncle Travelling Matt.

[Dear Nephew Gobo(?)]

I was recently at the edge of Outer Space, where, not to bog you down with scientific jargon, but hard stuff meets wet stuff. There lay a shiny artifact unlike any other. It’s name came to me instantly. [“Bizzle”.] And its purpose was immediately clear to me. Secret collecting. And just like that, it was gone! Was I sad? Of course. Did I show it? Not even one time. Don’t worry, Gobo. Heroes only have very brief low points followed by huge victories. I vowed never to lose it again. Gobo, build a museum in Fraggle Rock and place the Bizzle inside it. You can call it something understated like; “The Uncle Travelling Matt Museum– Hooray, Uncle Travelling Matt.”

Love, your Uncle Travelling Matt.

PS: To ensure this rare Bizzle is well-documented, I’ve sent for The Archivist to come visit.

(Note: It isn’t clear whether “It’s me… your Uncle Travelling Matt,” is actually the greeting for this card, or just a goof response to Doc’s question beforehand.)

105: Four Wembleys and a Birthday

Dear Nephew Gobo,

I am thriving in Outer Space. And in the Fraggle tradition, I recently decided to celebrate my birthday. The smell of good food and the sound of good music. And the Silly Creatures acted quickly to celebrate my birthday. They even had a party hat for me! And festive hors d’oeuvres. I never felt so alive, and the music soothed my soul. Everywhere I looked, there were treasures. But I kept my signature cool. The cake was delicious, but I decided to leave early. All in all, it was a wonderful birthday.

Love, your Uncle Travelling Matt.

PS: I’ve sent back my favorite party favor.

106: The Legend of Icey Joe

Dear Nephew Gobo,

I have news! In my travels, I have discovered a frosty adventurer equal to the heroic Icy Joe. Me. Wherever I go, I confront obstacles head-on. I was a hero, admired by all! Sure, there were casualties, but, naturally, I survived without a scratch. And I received a perfect ten. So on this First Frost, I give you my heroic artifact, the “Uncle Travelling Matt Traveling Flat”.

[Love, your Uncle Travelling Matt.]

107: Flight of the Flutterflies

Dear Nephew Gobo,

It’s hard being away from the Rock on New Day’s Day, the celebration of new life. I wanted to find some version of that here, amongst the Silly Creatures, but things were at a standstill. I was feeling discouraged until I saw it. New life in its purest form.

From the goop of nothingness to birth and then to flight. It was all so beautiful… and fragile. The cycle of life.

(Note: Uncle Matt was so excited, he didn't sign this postcard. Also, when reading, Gobo changes the greeting to “Dear Fraggles,” to include the crowd he’s reading to.)

108: Craggle Lagoon

Dear Nephew Gobo,

Exploring can be draining, and I was looking for a way to relax. That’s when I discovered something called… [a vacation.] It’s where all the Silly Creatures go to relax. They love it. Why else would they come here every day? If it’s relaxing water features you’re looking for, they’ve got you covered. They even had a light massage cavern. I could feel the stress melting away from my bendy parts. After a long day of relaxing, I had developed quite a thirst. I’ve sent you a memento from my vacation: mega cup. Big enough to quench an adventurer’s thirst.

Love, your Uncle Travelling Matt.

PS: Everyone deserves a vacation.

PPS: I lost my mustache comb. If you find it, keep it safe.

109: The Giggle Gaggle Games

Dear Nephew Gobo.

I write to you from what seems to be the land of the hairier, more intelligent creatures. These hairy ones have Silly Creatures waiting on them hand and hoof. I knew I needed to connect with this superior being. They immediately knew I was important. I tried speaking their language, but they couldn’t understand me, and that’s when it hit me. I knew nothing about them. And by wisely admitting that, it opened up an incredible new discovery. [The Orb of Understanding.] A simple wave of this orb seems to say, [“I don’t know you, but I’d like to.”] There’s nothing more gratifying than connecting with a stranger. So here it is, Gobo, the Orb of Understanding. May you use it, as the Silly Creatures say, [“Like a good boy.”]

[Love, your Uncle Travelling Matt.]

110: Wembley the Spokesfraggle

Dear Nephew Gobo,

I must admit, it does get lonely out here in Outer Space. Though the Silly Creatures clearly respect me, they kept their distance. Perhaps they were intimidated by me. I needed a way to break through. And then I saw him. A Silly Creature trapped in a tiny box telling me exactly what to do.

And just like that, all eyes were on me.

[Love, your Uncle Travelling Matt.]

111: Deep Dive

Dear Nephew Gobo,

Just the other day, I was analyzing the wilds of Outer Space. It was serious business. And there they were. The most beautiful thing nature had to offer: Puffy Piffles. They looked so relaxed. And, young Gobo, luck was on my side that day. I found a way to meet the Puffy Piffles in their domain. I mean, really, Gobo, can you imagine anything more relaxing? With no help whatsoever, I soared alongside the Piffles. And I loved it, Gobo, really loved it. And I wished it went on forever. It was a triumphant day for your Uncle Matt. And if there’s one thing I hope to impart to you, it’s this: Never be afraid to try something new.

Love, your Uncle Travelling Matt.

112: Into the Trash

Dear Nephew Gobo,

Sometimes it’s easy to forget how much you have to offer to this world. Not for me, of course, but for others, it can be. Why, just the other day, I came upon some Silly Creatures looking purposeless. They needed some guidance. Luckily for them, I was there. Just seeing me brought them new life! One group of Silly Creatures were so excited by my presence that they started to spontaneously play music. Remember, Gobo,everyone has something special to offer.

Love, your Uncle Travelling Matt.

(Note: Featuring the Foo Fighters!)

113: All of Us

(No postcard)

114: Night of the Lights

Dear Nephew Gobo,

These past few weeks, I’ve been keen to observe Silly Creatures in their caves, so I decided to walk right through the front door. What I found inside was remarkable. Some Silly Creatures were celebrating Night of the Lights. Of course, I already knew this. But I wondered, do all Silly Creatures celebrate Night of the Lights? So, over the course of several weeks, I visited several homes, and the answer seemed to be yes.

This one singular holiday was celebrated with magical hot fire wigglies, some of which told jokes and made the Silly Creatures laugh. They also have gigantic glow grape trees. And light-up flutter huts. Gobo, we could learn a thing or two from these Silly Creatures. They truly make the most of the Night of the Lights. And the brightest light of the entire holiday comes from [their smiles!]

Love, your Uncle Travelling Matt.

(Note: Gobo misreads his name as “Cobo” at the beginning, due to messy handwriting.)

[tinytinybumblebee]

sometimes Lucius regresses much younger, especially after a nightmare. he's still scared of the dark and the water a little bit after getting thrown overboard and all he wants is to cuddle up with Stede or Izzy, who pulled him out of the water and kept him hidden until Stede returned. poor bub just needs some snuggles and reassurance that he's safe now.

Awww oh my goodness 😭 dreams can be rather scary, so many things can happen in them, it's your brain so it knows exactly how to frighten you!

And for Lucius, that is the water- he feels himself falling, just about to plummet to the icey water below annd, wakes up in a cold sweat just before the plunge. Which, terrifies the poor lad, to the point where he's slipped rather young, younger than he normally does (Probably around 4 or 5) ;0;

Seaking out physical comfort from Izzy is very hit or miss. This man is better with his words and acts rather than giving hugs when it comes to taking care of tiny ones.

But, Lucius isn't thinking that, right now he just wants comfort (Pete is 1000% always first option but, he's on upper deck night duties right now ;^; ) so, he rushes into Izzy's room.

At first Izzy is still waking up, confused when he feels the shivering tyke against his bed. Izzy gives a small sigh, scooping Lucius up into the bed.

"Bad dream?" Izzy ask.

Lucius nods, burying himself into the blankets.

Izzy pauses for a moment before lightly tapping Lucius' nose three times.

"There, first mate Button's taught me that will help keep the bad dreams at bay, now, lets get back to bed before the sun wakes," Izzy loosely explains to the tyke.

It has Lucius fascinated, he's thankfully young enough where he fully believes in these magics and is able to relax and fall back asleep, right besides Izzy.

Izzy goes to blow the candle out, pausing as he reaches over to the tyke and brushes the hair out of his face.

"Goodnight, boy," He says before blowing the candle out♡

[pitbullwithaship]

DOCTOR WHO LIVEBLOG EP 11

Okay, so I think we have a whole bunch of plotlines all colliding this episode, based on the preview. So. Let's watch. Also as a game y'all should count how many times I say I love them. I am setting myself up for total heartbreak.

Oh dear, the evil alien is back

Okay so dude is already dead. Great start there

Hey we get to see Mickey again!!

Aww jokey flirting I love them

They're so domestic I love them all

They're so cute I love them all

DEATHS

IT WAS A VERY ICEY PATCH I LOVE THIS SHOW

Aw poor alien

I love when people are best friends I love them did you know that

Walking purposefully

Aw Mickey just chilling there

"SHES CLIMBING OUT THE WINDOW ISNT SHE" I LOVE HIM

Poor Mickey

Omg she's so silly

Man Captain Jack is such a nerd

BAD WOLF AAAAAAAHHHHHHH HOLY SHIT

I love when they hug they're so cute

Ooh a moral argument

Has she not learned by now what happens when they split up

I mean I'd ask for a last meal at my favorite restaurant too

DINNER AND BONDAGE OMG

POISON RING

Repeatedly attempts to kill him

Omg Rose spends her entire date telling Mickey about the places she's gone with the Doctor, she's so smitten and doesn't even realise

That was out of the blue

Graphically illustrates exactly how she'll be killed

ONLY A KILLER WOULD KNOW THAT NO THATS MY BABYGIRL

The Rift!!!

THE SHIPS ALIVE

SHE WENT TOWARD THE LIGHT

That was fun

She's an egg.

Okay so Mickeys gone now, that's a shame

[vaguely-yandere]

Congrats on setting up commissions!! Ok so you mentioned something abt chastity belt on my last ask with CEO yandere and now I’m just 🥴🥴🥴 thoughts. So: how long would different yanderes last with a chastity belt/regular edging routine ? </3

-🐓

thank you!!! i havent gotten any yet but im hoping i get one soon!

so, i think the ones that would enjoy it the most would be big bad, rival yan, girly yan, housewife and worshipper yan! they dont really mind, not really noticing it that much at first but i think playboy would crack first and beg you to take it off and just touch them, theyve been so good!! (they lasted like. a day. didnt even get to the edging.), next would be rival yan, taking it as a challenge and doing great until you start teasing them, slowly moving your leg between their thighs in a semi public area as they desperately try to maintain their composure, trying so hard to subtly grind into your palm before they finally snap and tap out, having to take a second to compose themselves before letting you take them to a private area and fuck their brains out (and imagine their shame when they cum early!! so cute!!)

big bad would be the one to break next, flinching every single time you touch them, barely able to walk and just imagine them laying in bed, panting, huffing, moaning oh so sweetly as you gently touch their sex, running your finger tips over it, teasing them about how wet/hard they are as you rest your cheek on their thigh, feeling the muscles tense and spasm as they try so hard not to fuck the air above them or shove their fingers inside of themselves and when you giggle and blow on their sex? theyre gone, unable to even squeak out a warning before they make a mess of themselves, crying out as they get cum everywhere.

girly yan would get... snappy and clingy. their craziness is dialed up to a 100 and if someone so much as looks at you, they'll chase them down in broad daylight unless you stop them. every few minutes they look at you and whimper, trying to guilt you into letting them cum and they actually last a long while until youre making out with them and you get your hands under their shirt and then their clinging to you, biting into your shoulder to stifle their cries, hips bucking and you just standing there, eyes wide as you realize they came untouched

housewife yan would be a god damn expert. youre always at work so you never really have time to tease them! theyre working hard too, cleaning the house, cooking, mundane and unsexy things so they have little to no trouble!... until they start really struggling. smelling your clothes leaves them guiltily humping your pillow, unable to get over the edge of orgasm, showering with you at the end of the day leaves them tingling all over, your kiss goodbye every morning makes them whimper, if you have them sit around with a toy inside them all day it really drives them nuts, has them grinding against their seat, subconsciously groping themselves, whining when something as small as a breeze touches their crotch and they finally just call in sick for you and spend the next few days screwing your brains out

and now, worshipper yan! edging and chastity is nothing to them! anything for their god! anything you ask and theyll do it, besides, they always edged themselves and remained celibate for you so doing it for a little while longer is no issue! they snap their wrist with a rubber band, take icey cold showers, avoid unintentionally edging themselves, they focus on praying to you when they start feeling urges and cumming untouched isnt unusual for them! theyve got this in the bag!... its a little annoying but overtime, they get desperate, esp if youve been edging them personally. they start getting brain fog, they start staring at you for hours on end just panting, they can barely walk without accidentally stimulating themselves and its just too much for the poor thing! hopefully you see it in your heart to help them relax and release all the tension theyre holding <3

[slimthicksonnett]

Big Bad Bruin 3 (Tierna Davidson)

(and its the last reupload! yeehaw!!!)

Surprise!! After so many hours of writing, I finally cranked out an ending for y’all. It’s a little less fic at the end and a lot more of my personal writing style so sorry about that? Anyways, please enjoy and let me know what you think.

!! Part One, Part Two, Part Three !!

Warnings: cursing as always, team shenanigans, and lots of real talk

Rated: D for dumbassery

Word Count: 8,250ish… oops

“Damn, what’d that ball ever do to you?” The forward hardly spared a glance up in Ali’s direction as she approached, continuing to kick the poor soccer ball against the wall. She offered no recognition of the older woman’s attempted joke outside of a halfhearted snort.

“Y/N, ease up. You’re going to break something.” Ashlyn’s tone was cautious as she approached alongside her fiance. There had been many days that Ash’s gloves had been on the receiving end of those kicks and she knew just how dangerous they can be, especially when Y/N’s stuck in her head.

“It’ll be fine.” Y/N huffed, not even attempting to ease out of her rhythm.

“Maybe, but will you?” The ball stopped. Tension hung thick in the air as the girl paused, turning slowly to face the pair for the first time since their arrival.

“What?” There was a bite in her tone that was as sharp as her gaze was cold. The single word held enough hostility that Ash slunk backwards away from the pair. Likewise, Ali took a step forward, as if the icey hostility from Y/N was making her passion burn stronger.

“I said, maybe the ball will be fine. Maybe you won’t break the ball or an object but What. About. You.” Ali challenged, accenting her last words as she approached the taller girl, never once breaking eye contact. That was until Y/N looked away first, letting her eyes cast downwards towards the grass as she meekly began to juggle the ball around at her feet. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Y/N muttered, finding safety in pleading ignorance to the situation. However, much to her misfortune, Ali Krieger hates playing things safe. 

“You know exactly what I’m talking about Y/N Y/LN.” Shoving an accusatory finger into the girl’s chest, Ali did everything in her power to bring out the forward’s confrontational side - wanting to tempt her into expressing whatever it was she refused to verbalize.

“How long can you keep this up? Running off when you can’t handle being called out, hmm? How long are you going to slip away to assault a poor brick wall with a ball because you can’t just woman up and talk about your feelings? How long can you keep giving your teammates the cold shoulder just because you can’t talk about your fe-”

Finally, Y/N had enough of the defender’s relentless words.

“Forever! For fucking ever, Ali!” The outburst caught Ali by surprise, sending her stumbling backwards as Y/N swatted away her hand. 

“Really? You think you can just muscle your way through life, huh? Act all big and bad all the time?” The counter from Ali was swift and Y/N’s jaw tightened in response. 

“Yeah, actually, I think that sounds like a great damn plan. I mean, FUCK, it’s lasted me this long hasn’t it? All the way through school and up to the big leagues baby!” There’s some sort of sarcasm in Y/N’s tone, a dry laugh following her words in an attempt to cover the crack in her voice as she returned Ali’s challenging look.

“Oh really, has it?” 

“Clearly.” 

Y/N scoffed, turning away from the other woman now that she decided she was finished with the conversation. Apparently she needed to go find a new wall to work out against.

“Yeah? Then what about Tierna?” This stopped the forward in her tracks. The mention of the bright eyed Stanford player sent her entire body rigid.

“What about her?” Y/N practically growled through clenched teeth, back still turned.

“What about her?!” Ali barked out a laugh as she shook her head. 

“What’s about her is this. All of this! All of you! For one split second you let her in, let her see this side of you that was real and RAW, Y/N! This side of yourself that you normally only show to people that you’ve decided to stop holding away at this damn arms length. And all it takes is one little comment from your teammates to what? bar yourself right back up again?” The defender was fuming now, truthfully she hadn’t realized just how passionate she was about the situation in front of her until she finally voiced her opinion to the youngin. 

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” Back still turned, Y/N’s voice was gruff and deeper than either of the other women had ever heard it.

“Doesn’t she though?” Ashlyn joined the conversation now, a gentle look in her bright eyes as she joined her fiancée. “Y/N, maybe this big bad Bruin bullshit works on everyone else but it doesn’t work on us and it’s certainly too late for you to pull this shit with Baby T.” 

“Don’t.” Y/N’s voice was a growl still but this time it was somehow stronger. 

“No, Ash is right. You think you can push Tierna back out? Because it’s too damn late for that, Bruin. You can’t push away the girl you’ve already held in your arms because all you’re doing now is hurting her!”

The two women were met with silence. The woman whose back was to them didn’t budge in the slightest, body stiff, hands in tight fists by her side.

“Y/N-” Ali started again, tone gentler now as she angled a different approach. 

“Shut up.” The two words were low, hardly audible as Y/N choked them out.

“What?” Ali questioned, echoing the same sentiment Y/N had earlier.

“Shut the FUCK up!” Her voice was hard but breaking as she turned around, spitting her words out as if they were leaving a bitter taste in her mouth. 

“Shut the fuck up and quit talking about me like you understand what I’m doing and quit talking about Tierna because I am NOT hurting her!” The expression on Y/N’s face was enough to make Ali falter as she took it in; red rimmed eyes and flushed cheeks. The composure that was holding back the girl in front of them from truly burning in full Hellfire was faltering and to say the view was frightening was putting it nicely.

“Not hurting her? Y/N she’s hardly shown her face since training and when she does she’s dead silent, she won’t even talk to Kelley!” A flicker of some emotion crossed Y/N’s features as though the idea of hurting Tierna physically pained her but as quick as it was there, it was gone.

“She’ll get over it, she’ll be fine …. better than she’d ever be with me at least.” If Ali’s ears weren’t super sensitive from years of dealing with her fiance’s muttering, she would’ve missed the whispered end to Y/N’s sentence. But she didn’t miss it, she didn’t miss a word of it, and she certainly didn’t miss the tone of self loathing attached. 

“Better than she’d be without you? Y/N Y/LN that’s the biggest load of bull I have ever heard. How can anyone ever be a better version of themselves than the version they are with the real you in their life?” Ali’s eyes were softener now too, softer than Y/N reckoned she’d ever seen them looking at anyone besides Ash. 

“Because I’m an ass. Like you’ve both said, I act all big and bad and try to muscle my way through everything in life. Tierna… She’s better than that! She uses her words, her mind, her thoughts! She thinks through her problems and responds with such eloquence that I can’t even try too- she just deserves better…” Y/N sighed, words trailing off, dropping her eyes away from pitied gazes. 

“But that’s not you! This big bad Bruin isn’t who you are Y/N, it’s who you’ve turned yourself into to try and protect yourself from these… these perceived threats! Sure you can be stoic and a bit of a hardass and pretty aggressive and…” 

“Not helping Ash!” Ali cursed, smacking Ash’s arm. “It’s just that, this side of you, it’s different from who you are. I’m sorry for everything you’ve been through that’s made you feel this way, but it’s not you.” 

“Isn’t it though? Isn’t it?” Y/N cried, tears damn near spilling from her eyes in frustration.

“No babygirl, no. The girl who went up for a header and came down cursing like the devil but stopped at the sight of a gorgeous girl, that’s you! That’s the beautiful, stunning side of you that you used to show us so often when you weren’t so busy pushing everyone away! That’s you, that’s the you that Baby T loves and deserves!”  Throughout her speech, Ali had crossed closer and closer into Y/N’s space until they were hardly a foot apart. Nearer now, Ali could see the tears that had started spilling from the girl’s eyes, sliding from her cheeks all the way down to her shirt collar. 

“I… I fucked up, didn’t I?” Y/N asked, head tilted like a confused puppy and almost whimpering like one too. Ali nearly melted as Y/N’s eyes found her, silently pleading for her help as if the internal battle she faced had grown too intense. 

“A little bit, yeah.” Ash chimed in, honest as ever, earning a smack from Ali and nearly gaining a smile from Y/N. 

“It’s just, the girls, when they called me soft I- I couldn’t, I mean the last time they… it just… it reminds me of-” Y/N’s words were cut off as hiccuping sobs racked through her body at the thought of the last time she’d let someone in. Without a second thought, she pulled the young player into her. If Ali thought she couldn’t break anymore tonight, the feeling of warm tears hitting her skin as the taller girl nuzzled into her neck proved her dead wrong. 

“Shh, it’s alright kiddo.” Ali comforted, holding Y/N tighter as Ash cautiously approached and joined the hug.

“It’s going to be alright, it’ll work out.” Ash whispered as she pulled both women tighter.

“You’re okay Y/N,” Ali soothed gently as she looked up and made eye contact with Ash as the pair held the girl.

“We’re going to fix this.” 

——–

*knock knock*

“Go away Kelley, I already said I wasn’t hungry!” Tierna yelled through the closed hotel door, praying the rasp in her voice didn’t portray her current state.

“It’s not Kelley, and I don’t really care if you’re hungry.” The gruff voice on the other side of the door was not in fact Kelley and that was a development that caught Tierna slightly by surprise. The voice called out again and Tierna knew there was no getting out of this. Reluctantly, she wrapped her blanket around herself and slid out of the desk chair.

“Can I help you?” She grumbled, opening the door slightly, only to have it pushed open further as her teammate slid past her into the room.

“You don’t even look like you can help yourself at the moment, let alone help me.” Tierna wished she could protest but she knew the older woman wasn’t wrong so she simply shut the door and shuffled back to her seat.

“Sorry, I get like this whe-” Before she could offer an excuse, wave her hand at the hotel desk and blame her withdrawn behavior on an excess of school work and stress, she was cut off.

“It’s not your fault.” The interruption was sudden and unexpected, catching the young defender so by surprise that she nearly choked.

“I’m sorry?” 

“Sorry, that was blunt, I’d usually leave these kinds of things to the other girls but when it comes to Y/N… well she’s my mini me so I felt like it was sort of my responsibility to come talk to you about it.” Alyssa rubbed the back of her neck awkwardly as she looked at the other girl, looking at her with what Tierna could only decipher as pity.

“I… I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Tierna muttered, twisting in her chair and burying her attention in her books. Behind her, Naeher chuckled softly as she moved to sit on the edge of the bed behind the desk. 

“You sound just like her, y'know? Denying the situation instead of acknowledging it. But look, I might not know you the best right now but I do know that it’s more than just bad nerves and some Stanford classes that have you hiding up here in your room on draft day.”

“What do you mean denying the situation?” Alyssa laughed again as Tierna twisted around to face her, head tilted to the side in questioning.

“Didn’t they teach you that curiosity killed the cat?” She furrowed her brow at the keeper who just smiled softly and held her hands up in surrender. “Just joking around.”

“Alyssa, what do you mean denying the situation?” Tierna questioned again, slightly more adamant this time. 

“I mean that both of you think that if you don’t interact with each other and hide in your own little worlds that your feelings for each other are going to just magically go away.”

“I’m not hiding from anything, and besides there aren’t any feelings to hide from.” The younger player argued, slamming a book shut in aggravation. 

“Really? So you just decided that today, the only free day you’ve had in a week, was best spent locked up in your room doing schoolwork, instead of going out into this beautiful city with your newfound closest friend?” Alyssa teasingly added air quotes around ‘friend’ as she shot the girl a knowing look, watching as freckled cheeks filled with a blush.

“I just wanted to get ahead…” It was a lie and they both knew it. Hell, the whole team could’ve seen through that lie. Everyone knew that even with extensions and forgiveness that Stanford offered their student athletes, Tierna was already incredibly far ahead in all of her studies.

“Yeah? That’s it? Absolutely no other reason?” Alyssa raised an eyebrow, leaning back onto her hands on the bed.

“Yeah. I mean that and I figured Y/N didn’t really want to go out and do anything with me…” The admission was quiet, nearly a whisper from Tierna as she picked at her nails.

“Why would you ever think that?” 

“Because she’s been avoiding me for days now?” Tierna was taken aback at the bitterness in her own words as they tumbled out of her mouth and Alyssa was clearly just as surprised as her gaze on the young girl softened once more.

“Oh, Baby T,  she hasn’t been avoiding you.” 

“Really? So she’s just decided to go from smiling at me and taking me on her special morning runs to not even looking my way off the pitch or saying a single word to me? Really could’ve fooled me.” Tierna scoffed and Alyssa winced slightly, making a silent note not to get on the Stanford students bad side as this unexpected attitude made an appearance.

“That’s what I meant earlier, well at least that’s what I meant to mean earlier. When I said it’s not your fault, I meant that. Y/N can get like, well, like this. She’s just faced a lot this last year or so and she means well with what she does.” The keeper was borderline rambling as she attempted to rally in support of her mini me to an incredibly annoyed Tierna.

“What she does? You mean acting like a raging bitch and shutting everyone out?” As soon as the words left her mouth she regretted them, guilt slowly building internally. “Sorry, that was rude…”

“No! I mean yeah it was rude but it was also completely right. That’s where the whole Big Bad Bruin thing came from. When she feels herself getting comfortable with someone or when good things happen to her she just tries so hard to push it away as if she can somehow protect them from her and all the bad things in her life.”Alyssa’s explanation was slower now than her previous ramblings as she pinched the bridge of her nose in frustration as she searched for words. 

“Wait, she pushes away… I’m a good thing? She’s being like this because of me?” The gears in Tierna’s brain were clearly turning now.

“In a way.”

“But isn’t that kind of counterproductive? Pushing away the good because of all the bad you have?” Alyssa bit back a laugh now as Tierna put the same thing that all of Y/N’s friends and teammates had been thinking for years now.

“Yeah but logical thinking isn’t always her strong suit, which is something i’m certain you could help her out with.” The bright pink flush on Tierna’s freckled face flared back up again now as Alyssa spoke.

As she worked through the keeper’s words, internalizing each little sentence, Tierna found herself almost out of her own body. Where she saw things incredibly intellectually, it was only now she noticed just how emotional the seemingly stoic midfielders reactions had been to everything going on at camp both on and off the pitch. 

“Maybe…”

“Look kiddo, I might not be the best with relationships, but if there’s one thing I do know is that feelings like the ones you two have don’t just go away. She isn’t going to be able to push you away forever and you won’t be able to let her try to. Love doesn’t work like that.” As soon as she said it, Alyssa realized she’d said too much and promptly decided to shut up as she saw the dumbfounded look on the younger girl’s face. 

“Love?” Tierna asked, nearly stumbling over the word as she focused closely on the way it felt rolling off her tongue.

“Just an observation.”

“An observation?” Tierna was still dumbfounded, the look in her eyes so distant that Alyssa wasn’t sure she even knew she was speaking. 

“Mhm an observation. And speaking of observations, I know you said you aren’t hungry but I also know you haven’t left this room since breakfast. So, you have,”

Alyssa paused briefly to check her watch, 

“twenty minutes to join us at team dinner or I’ll send the youngins back up here to drag you downstairs, got it?” Tierna’s eyes went wide in terror at the thought of the youngins dragging her to dinner so she quickly nodded her head in agreement.

“Good, glad that’s settled. See you at dinner, Red Star.” Alyssa grinned, shooting Tierna a sly look as she opened the door to leave.

“Wait! Red Star? How did you…” Tierna blinked slowly, mouth hanging open.

“Happy draft day, kiddo. Oh and, wear something nice.” 

Before she could question the keeper any further, Alyssa was out the door, leaving her alone and almost more confused now than she had been before.

—– 

When she shut the hotel door behind her, Alyssa let out a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. Glancing around the hall cautiously, she caught a flash of platinum blonde hair peeking out from behind a corner. Straightening her back, she took in another deep breath before-

“Remember, twenty minutes or I get the youngins! We’ll be waiting for you!” A groan could be heard from behind the closed door, followed by the sound of the shower turning on, causing the goalkeeper to chuckle as she walked towards her poorly hidden teammate.

“Twenty minutes on the clock! Get to it and get out of here ladies.” Alyssa rolled her eyes when she rounded the corner and saw Pinoe crouched down, holding her Apple Watch close to her mouth as she whispered into the device.

“You’re not James Bond, Pinoe. You know you could’ve just called them like a normal person?” The forward rose up to her full height and shrugged her shoulders, a silly grin plastered to her face.

“Oh Uncle, since when have I ever done anything like a normal person?” The forward threw her arm over Alyssa’s shoulder, pulling the taller woman down to her level and ruffling her hair. The keeper didn’t protest Pinoe’s actions, just snorted in amusement and continued towards the elevator by her side. 

*** Meanwhile, somewhere else in the hotel ***

“I swear t- Tobin Powell Heath! I have no clue how you’re so artistically inclined but can’t match your colors.” Christen flicked the side of her teammates head lightly as the pair searched through the provided fabrics around them.

“It’s not like we were given many options! And artists don’t match, Chris, we just compliment!” Tobin rubbed the spot where she’d been flicked and shot the woman a playful glare, causing the both of them to burst out laughing.

Surrounded by various colors of linens and strings of lights, the two women were working to find the perfect materials to complete their assigned task. It wasn’t necessarily an incredibly hard job for the artistic duo, but the limited materials weren’t helping at all. 

“As much as I hate to interrupt this cuteness, Pinoe just came on the walkie-talkie app. Alyssa just left Tierna and we have twenty minutes until dinner and we’re supposed to leave to meet Krashlyn before that soooo…” The pair jumped in surprise as Mal stuck her head into the room, gaining a giggle from the team’s youngest forward. 

As they recovered from the shock of Mal’s appearance, they registered her words and the newly found time constraint placed on them. Sharing a look, Christen huffed and snatched up the material Tobin had previously shown her.

“Fine, I can work with complimentary.” Getting to her feet, Christen brushed past Mal smoothly, her basket of chosen materials in hand. Rather confused, Mal looked back and forth between an amused Tobin who still sat cross legged on the floor and the hallway Christen had just disappeared into.

“So are we supposed to follow her or w-” Before the question could get all the way out, she was interrupted.

“Hurry up you two, we don’t have all day!” Tobin laughed and shook her head as she stood up before grabbing her own basket and slung an arm across the kids shoulder.

“Come on kiddo, we don’t have all day!” She said the last part almost mockingly, smirking and shooting a wink at Mal that caused both of them to explode into laughter as they left to follow after Christen.

—–

The hotel space turned USWNT dining hall was absolutely abuzz with conversation and laughter as Tierna exited the elevator. Despite her previously heavy mood, something about the sound made her smile. As she approached the open doors, she gave herself a moment to just stand in the doorway and take everything in. The room in front of her was filled with the nation’s best and brightest soccer players, women of all sorts of strength and skill gathered united in one place. The sight made a familiar warmth spread throughout Tierna as she scanned the faces of the women in the room, many of them registering as players she had grown up admiring. 

As she looked over the crowded room, she couldn’t help searching for a particular face that she couldn’t seem to find. Thankfully, she was saved from the coldness of Y/N’s absence by the delighted cheers of her teammates who had finally noticed her presence.

“Look at you, hot stuff!” The comment was accompanied by a ridiculous amount of hollering and catcalls from the girls. Tierna blushed furiously under everyone’s eyes as she adjusted the straps of her olive green jumpsuit.

“Oh cut it out, you all are clearly embarrassing the baby.” Alex was quick to come to the young defender’s side, playfully nudging her with her elbow. But well, if Tierna was blushing before, the presence of Alex Morgan nearly set her on fire. The room exploded into laughter but returned mostly to general conversation as Alex linked her arm with Tierna’s and led her into the room. They were walking aimlessly at first but as Alex noticed the younger player begin to search the room again, she quickly threw them both into a conversation with the nearest chaos creators.

“Happy draft night, Baby T! Excited?” As if sensing Alex’s need to distract the girl, Kelley immediately changed the tune of the conversation to fully encompass the girl. Alex let her bright eyes find Kelleys darker ones, silently thanking her for her help, smiling as the defender offered a small nod of the head in acknowledgement.

“Nervous?” Sonnett joined the conversation now, wiggling her eyebrows teasingly. 

“Anxious?” Rose’s turn now.

“Concerned?” Of course Mal wanted to add in. 

“Those all mean the same thing.” Kelley deadpanned at the youngins who shared glances amongst themselves in embarrassment. Watching the interaction, Tierna couldn’t help but laugh, the bright noise garnering the attention of the group who became all smiles in response.

“Leave them alone Kelley, not everyone got superior education like ours.” The two ex-Cardinal’s shared an arguably childish highfive as the rest of the group mumbled various complaints about the Stanford players. 

“Besides, I’m kind of all of those things. Obviously it was a big decision to not play my senior season so I’m just hoping to end up somewhere that I can continue to grow and further improve the skills I learned with Stanford’s program.” Tierna flashed a charming, crooked smile, blinking innocently at the group who all rolled their eyes or gagged at her response.

“Wowwww, looks like someone pays attention in media training.” Everyone within earshot laughed at Mal’s comment and then began to laugh even louder as Tierna playfully shoved her.

Trusting the young forward had Tierna sufficiently distracted, Alex skillfully turned to do her own scan of the room. Mentally she noted that every player at camp was in the room with the exception of Y/N, Krashlyn, Chris, Tobin, Carli, and JMac. 

Somewhat hovering in the doorway was Alyssa who kept her own watchful eye on the room while also listening carefully to the sounds of the hallway behind her. It wasn’t but a second after Alex noted the position of the keeper that the head of Jessica McDonald poked in and whispered something to Alyssa before she fully walked into the room. When Alyssa began to move towards the loud group of chaos creators, the pieces clicked together and Alex grinned.

Phase Five was in motion. 

——

When Alyssa’s large hand fell on her shoulder, Tierna couldn’t help but jump in surprise. 

“Look at you, you made it on time!” The keeper gave the girl a crooked smile of her own that Tierna matched as their teammates all watched in amusement.

“Well when you threaten a girl with the wrath of the youngins…” She let her voice trail off as the other girls gasped in exaggerated outrage.

All at once the young players, and Kelley of course, began to argue amongst one another about how they felt to be used as a threat. Mal, who was very much stirring the pot to distract the girls, looked up and shot a quick wink at Alyssa who nodded in response before gently directing Tierna away from the group.

“If I’m being honest? It really didn’t matter if you made it down on time for team dinner.” The keeper’s tone was nonchalant, betraying nearly no emotion as a shocked Tierna turned to her as the pair walked away.

“What?! You’re telling me that you rushed me for no reason?” She wouldn’t lie and say she didn’t feel a little betrayed at the moment. Who gives someone twenty minutes to get ready and be dressed nice when they didn’t even need to rush? Well, apparently Alyssa Naeher. 

“Didn’t say there wasn’t a reason.” Her words were short, followed by a matching shrug that left Tierna even more confused.

“But you just said that…” Tierna was once again cut short, this time by a sudden rush of warmth washing over her. 

She had been so absorbed in the mystery of their conversation that she hadn’t realized that they had exited the dining room and were now standing outside at the front of the hotel. Before she could even attempt to question any further, one of the team vans pulled up in front of them, rear door sliding open as it came to a stop.

“Need a ride?” 

An amused Carli was smiling at the pair from the driver’s seat of the van and at this point Tierna didn’t even question it, just looked towards Alyssa blankly for further instruction. Without a word, Alyssa climbed into the van before turning and offering a hand to help Tierna in. 

“If I didn’t know this van was watched by US Soccer, I’d worry this was a kidnapping.” Tierna muttered somewhat jokingly, earning a scoff from the front seat.

“Please, give us more credit than that. If this was a kidnapping you wouldn’t have a clue, kid. Just sit back and enjoy the ride.” 

—

When the van came to a stop, Alyssa quickly slipped out and once again a hand was offered to Tierna. Without much thought, Tierna took the extended hand to help her step down. Much to her surprise though was the smoothness of the palm that connected with hers, lacking the calluses of a goalkeeper’s grip. 

“Careful.” A voice chided her as she nearly stumbled over her own feet as her sandals hit the soft sand below her. 

“What are you all doing here?” Christen released Tiernas hand and smiled innocently at her as she and Tobin got into the van.

“Oh y’know, just enjoying the sunset.” Before Tierna could ask anything further, the roughness of Alyssa’s hands that she was steadily growing used was once again guiding her away.

“Where are we even going?” 

“Just trust me.”

—

The ocean was restless, lapping against the shore, searching for a hold it wouldn’t find. The sound was almost deafening in the near silence of the evening. But of course, no silence lasted forever.

“Trust you? Can’t you just tell me?” 

Despite the warmth of the night around her, the familiar voice sent a chill through her entire body.

“Didn’t they teach you anything at Stanford? It’s better to show, not tell.” 

Typical Naeher, giving just enough information without giving anything at all.

“Alyssa you’re being incredibly…” 

A pause. They were here, they could see her now. See the platform in the sand. The candles. The table. The strings of lights she wished would flicker out around her so she could hide herself in the dark glow of the setting sun. 

“Vague.” 

She could just barely see the pair as she stood with her back facing mostly towards them. What she could make out though, was how gentle Alyssa had grown. She could feel, more than see, the keeper encouraging Tierna to move forward. To move towards her. Worse though, was the anxiousness she could feel coming off of Tierna in waves stronger than those from the ocean in front of her. 

Taking a deep breath, drawing all the courage she could, she turned around.

“Y/N.” Tierna’s voice was nearly breathless as she let her eyes take in the woman in front of her. Every single cell in Y/N’s body was screaming at her to run, to get away from whatever was about to happen, but she forced herself to stand in place.

“Hi.” It was meek, softer Tierna thought than she had ever heard her speak. Somehow, Tierna tore her eyes from Y/N long enough to turn and look at Alyssa who still stood behind her offering a silent exit strategy. 

It was Tierna’s turn now to take a deep breath and turn back around, listening to Alyssa’s footsteps recede, leaving the two alone on the open beach.

“What’s this?”

Y/N withheld from the urge to take a step backwards as Tierna stepped forward, questioningly approaching the platform. 

“An apology, if you’ll let it be.” The answer was raw but the sadness shining in the other girl’s eyes told Tierna that it was also incredibly honest. She didn’t acknowledge the answer with words, instead humming in response as she moved to step onto the platform. 

For what must have been the third time that day, Tierna had a hand extended to her. Only this time, she hesitated. She knew what it felt like for her skin to touch Y/N’s, recently even a brush in passing proved to be dangerous to her heart, so she couldn’t begin to imagine what taking her hand would feel like. Understanding the situation, Y/N did well to step back and allowed Tierna to step onto the slightly raised wooden platform herself.

“It’s beautiful.” Tierna observed, her voice a gentle rasp that made Y/N smile bashfully as she pulled out a chair for the other woman.

As Y/N moved to take her own seat, Tierna let herself truly take in her surroundings. On second thought, Tierna felt calling the setup beautiful was an understatement. The wooden palette-platform below them offered a sturdy base just above the sand that their table and chairs sat neatly on. The round table was covered with cream cloth that complimented the cushions of their seats as dim fairy lights strung from a few post cast a soft golden light upon them alongside the flickering glow of particularly placed candles. 

“Thank you, I figured it’s only fair to give you an ocean sunset after making you run with me to see the sunrise.” The remark was light and playful, much like the normal quips and responses she used to hear from Y/N. The familiarity of her words and the allusion to their morning run made her chuckle softly and Y/N’s face practically lit up at the sound.

A comfortable silence fell over the pair as Y/N produced two plates of food from the basket at her feet. She reached across the table carefully and set one in front of Tierna who observed it with her usual critical gaze. Humming in approval at the meal, she lifted her eyes to Y/N who visibly relaxed at the sound. Tierna opened her mouth to comment on this but the other girl was already leaning down again to retrieve something else from her basket. When she leaned back up, Tierna’s eyes found the bottle the woman held.

“You know I can’t legally drink right?” She sighed, raising an eyebrow in question. Her question was met by an amused laugh from the older player that made her blush a deep pink.

“Of course you can’t drink Baby T, that’s why it’s nonalcoholic.” Y/N winked coyly, smiling as she easily poured the fake champagne into their glasses. Tierna laughed now too, knowing that she probably should have seen that coming. 

The atmosphere around them seemed to lighten as they started their meal, both women visibly relaxing. Between the soothing sound of the ocean waves and the light whispering of the salty breath, neither felt pressured to speak. Thus, much of the meal was spent in silence as the pair simply enjoyed being in each other’s presence again.

After finishing her food, Tierna slouched back in her chair contentedly. Ever the analyst, she let her eyes flicker up to the woman across from her who was still working intently on finishing her dinner. 

Now, sitting here, Tierna watched the woman she’d been missing for days. In the dim golden glow that surrounded them, Tierna felt that Y/N looked nothing short of ethereal.

She wanted to be angry, to be irritated, or at the very least to feel annoyed when she looked at the seemingly stoic forward. After days of avoiding her, she went and did this? Tierna knew that she should be beyond pissed off. It was the rational emotion to feel. When someone disregards your existence and then swoops in to try and sweep you off your feet you shouldn’t feel so calm. Yet for some reason, she was. The moment the pair had finally settled in for dinner, all of the anxious energy that had been building within Tierna for the past few days had entirely dissipated. 

“What?” Y/N asked bashfully, catching on to Tierna’s contemplative staring now as she had looked up from her plate to take a sip of her drink.

“Nothing. It’s just…” Tierna meant to say what she’d been thinking.

She wanted the other woman to know her feelings, to be able to communicate with her and avoid future isolation. 

But as she went to speak, she made the mistake of looking Y/N in the eyes. Those same intense eyes that had burned into her their first scrimmage together. They looked the same tonight as they had that first day, full of some kind of reserved passion, burning like a cold fire.

“It’s just that this is incredible, Y/N. How did you even manage it?” A flicker of disappointment seemed to flash in those eyes now, as if she knew this wasn’t what Tierna had intended to say. But as quick as it was there, it was gone. Replaced by an amused, almost mischievous, glint. 

“Oh well you know, I might have had some help.” Y/N grinned, wiggling her eyebrows playfully at Tierna.

“Alright, I’ll bite. How the hell did you rope our teammates into it?” Tierna leaned forward in her seat now, elbows on the table and head perched in her hands as she listened curiously. 

“It didn’t take much roping, honestly, at least not on my part. Alyssa and Ali handled most of it if I’m honest.”

“How would they ever manage that?”

“Let’s just say Lyssa can be very scary, Al is a literal mother bear, and our forwards felt very guilty.” Y/N gave Tierna a pointed look here and watched on as she connected the dots as to why the forwards were feeling guilty.

“Oh my god!” Tierna exclaimed, suddenly realizing. “All of this big bad Bruin bullshit was because the forwards were picking on you and called you soft, wasn’t it?!?!”

The defenders’ words quickly turned Y/N’s face redder than the USWNT secondary jerseys. 

“Yeah…I’m sorry.” Y/N muttered in embarrassment, eyes fixed on the table in front of her. The bright flash of realization was gone from Tierna’s face now and replaced by something much softer as she watched the girl in front of her.

“Y/N…” Tierna wasn’t sure she could find the words to say after that. Instead, she reached across the table and let one hand settle on top of Y/N’s who had been fidgeting with her glass. Y/N wasn’t sure if it was the softness in the way the other girl said her name or the warmth of her touch but every cell in her body suddenly felt as if it was on fire. 

“No, really Ti, I’m sorry.” Y/N looked up now, eyes sparkling with a degree of both sadness and sincerity that made Tierna’s heartbreak.  

Silence settled over the pair, not quite uncomfortable but certainly charged with a certain undeniable tension. Tierna’s hand remained on top of Y/N’s, absentmindedly tracing patterns along the soft skin with her finger. The defender’s touch was warm and Y/N reveled in it, enjoying the energy each delicate pattern sparked in her. Sighing in content, she was convinced she could live in this moment forever.

However when a cold breeze rolled in off the ocean’s waves, she was whisked back to the reality of how the pair had ended up here in the first place.

“I… I have something for you.” Y/N admitted hesitantly, staring down at the table. 

“Y/N, you didn-” At the chiding sounds of Tierna’s voice, she was quick to look up. The bashful embarrassment her eyes had held seconds earlier was replaced by the same stubborn fire they had burned with the first time the pair met. 

“No, don’t. I did need too!” She protested as she pulled back from Tierna’s touch, instantly missing the warmth. 

“You already did all this,” Tierna sighed, smiling softly, “I don’t need anything else.”

“Well, I wanted to.” There was an evident pout in Y/N’s tone as she stood up and crossed over to get whatever it was she was after. It was a sound Tierna would’ve found annoying on anyone else since she hated whining, but coming from Y/N she couldn’t help but smile softly while rolling her eyes. 

“Well I guess there’s no stopping you when you put your mind to something.” Tierna said softly, causing a hot blush to settle over the face of the girl with her back turned. Y/N coughed, attempting to shake off the flustered spell that had washed over her so she could respond.

“Look at you, you’re learning!” She joked coyly, smirking as she turned around with the white rectangular box. 

“What’s that?” Tierna eyed the box questioningly, unsure as to what the forward could have gotten her. 

Y/N’s smirk turned into a smile now, happy to see that the other girl was actually intrigued with the concept of her gift.

“Well, I know you can’t technically have it now, but by the time season starts back up you can.” Tierna tilted her head in confusion, her gaze as cool and calculating as ever as she tried to decipher the little clue she’d been given. Meanwhile, Y/N crossed the small space to stand beside Tierna’s chair. 

She intended to hold the gift for longer, give the younger girl more clues and make her use that Stanford education to guess what was inside the box.

But, she made a mistake. As she hovered by Tierna’s seat with the present, she looked down. She looked down and Tierna looked up. The position seemed innocent in nature but with Tierna in her seat, looking up with curiosity sparkling in her stormy eyes, Y/N could feel her breath catch in her throat. 

“Here.” Her voice was low and gruff,  the abnormal sound catching Tierna off guard. Nevertheless, the defender reached for the rectangular box, eyes scanning it curiously. 

“What’s this?” Inspecting the box closely, she fully prepared to give it a good shake but thankfully Y/N was quick on her feet both on and off the pitch.

“Don’t!” Y/N yelped, her hand shooting out to secure the box as the grey eyed girl grinned up at her.  “It’s fragile.” She muttered, embarrassed by the rather frantic outburst.

Tierna chuckled but listened to the older girl as she slowly set the box down. Under the forward’s worried and watchful gaze, she skillfully undid the ribbons wrapped around the light blue box. It was with that same skill that she carefully slid off the top of the box to reveal contents.

“Y/N, I…” To say the defender was at a loss for words would be an understatement.

“Like I said I know you can’t have it now and I mean I have a plan for it but I know you won’t play for us until after we get home from the World Cup and who knows how long that will be if we end up winning the damn tournament and-” 

She stopped her words short when she caught Tierna’s eyes on her, realizing that she had been rambling nervously while the younger woman simply stared at her. 

“Where did you even get this? Actually, HOW did you get this?” Tierna’s gaze flitted away from Y/N and down to truly inspect her new gift.

Practically cradled in her arms was a brilliant dark blue wine bottle with a label made to resemble the Chicago Red Stars crest. 

“Well when you’ve been in the city as long as I have, you make friends in all kinds of places. Including vineyards outside the city limits and also thirty something year old creative moms with label makers and too much time on their hands. And then around here you make friends on staff who love you and don’t mind randomly helping you sneak in a bottle of wine on a rush job.” Y/N scratched the back of her neck, a slight blush on her cheeks in embarrassment.

“I didn’t think you knew, to be honest. Or didn’t care at least. I mean when I came down and you weren’t at the team’s party or whatever…” At this point the defender’s eyes had begun to water as her thumb lightly traced one of the blue lines that encircled the bottle. 

Without another thought, Y/N sank to her knees in front of the still seated girl, trying desperately to get on her eye level.

“Of course I care! It’s draft day, that’s a huge deal. Especially since you’re going to be a Red Star too.” Y/N smiled gently at Tierna who sniffled as she looked up, the beginnings of a smile starting to show on her face now too.

“How’d you know? I didn’t even know until they made me film that video and you didn’t even really know me until recently.” It was almost as if the amount of questions Tierna had tonight was endless though Y/N couldn’t say she blamed her. 

“Like I said, when you’ve been around the city as long as I have, you make friends in all kinds of places, including my place of work. Besides, I may not have known you personally but I have known of you and played against you so it wasn’t even hard to figure out that you’d be first pick.” Now it was Tierna’s turn to blush as she glanced away from the older woman and down to the bottle.

“Red wine, I presume?” Y/N chuckled but nodded her head in confirmation.

“It only seemed fitting for a Red Star’s first bottle to be red wine.” Both of them laughed now and Y/N wasn’t at all ashamed to admit how much she missed that sound. 

“Thank you.” Tierna smiled, reaching out to place a hand on Y/N’s knee which only caused the forward’s smile to grow wider and blush to burn brighter.

“Of course. I mean, thank you, truthfully. I was being a bitch and you caught the brunt of it and I’m so sorry for that. I just… I want to fix anything I’ve broken between us.” The admittance was barely above a whisper but the beach was quiet and Tierna heard it loud and clear. 

“You do?” Another question from Tierna.

“I do.” And another answer Y/N was more than happy to supply. 

The only sound around them was the wind and the air that escaped their lips. 

“I do too.” 

The three words were quieter even than Y/N’s own had been moment’s before but the breeze off the sea carried them directly to her ears, causing her head to snap up from its relaxed position. 

“You do?” Her eyes were full of an emotion Tierna couldn’t quite place but Y/N could name it easily. 

Longing. Longing to fix what years of repressed pain had tried to ruin for her now. Longing to be able to heal herself and be good for the woman in front of her. Longing to be with Tierna Davidson, for better or for worse. 

“Of course I do.” Tierna moved the hand that had previously been on Y/N’s knee up to rest on the forward’s cheek, letting her thumb trace softly against her cheekbone. 

Nearly every thought left her mind as she leaned into Tierna’s touch. Naturally the pair relaxed into each other until their foreheads were softly pressed together and their noses barely brushed. 

Y/N will always argue that it was her who moved first, but neither of them really knew.

All they knew was the feeling of their lips meeting. There might have been fireworks or sparks during that kiss but all they cared about was the others’ touch. Tierna’s chapped lips moved against Y/N’s soft ones, both working together delicately as if they were afraid that anything too harsh or sudden would break them both into pieces again.

When her eyes fluttered open to stare into Tiernas, the waves could be heard crashing in the distance, and Y/N thought in that moment how amazing it was that she could be so far from the water and still feel like she was drowning. 

“So much for being a Big Bad Bruin, huh?” The defender chuckled, causing Y/N to roll her eyes.

“Shut up and kiss me again.”

And so she did. 

Tierna kissed her again there on that beach.

And back in the hotel.

And again in France in front of the Eiffel Tower.

And then again in France in front of a packed stadium and on national television after they won the World Cup. 

And then at all the celebrations, when Y/N tasted of champagne and beer that Tierna couldn’t drink.

And of course, she kissed her again on the 19th of September somewhere in the streets of Chicago when both of their lips tasted of hard won red wine.

But Tierna’s favorite kiss came years after that night on the beach. It was the day Y/N got to actually promise to be with Tierna for better or for worse. Right after they exchanged  “I do’s” as more than just an acceptance of an apology, 

in front of all their closest friends and family, Tierna kissed her Big Bad Bruin. 

Again and always.

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Embers in the Wind

Ch 3: Rocks Under Tide

“A secret at home is like rocks under tide.”

— Dinah Maria Murlock Craik

Nesta X Cassian x Eris for @polyacotarweek

DAY 3: Secrets

Ch 3/4

7k words

READ ON AO3

Hiding this massive secret nearly becomes more trouble than it’s worth for all of them. What Happens when the bubble finally bursts and they are forced to deal with everything they have been trying to ignore?

Snippet under the cut.

“Are you two finished?” Rhys said from the sidelines, nearly bored to tears.  “Oh, I’m sorry,” Azriel said roughly as he and Cassian got back into their beginning sparring position. “Is our poor little High Lord getting tired sitting over there on his ass?”  Cassian let out a dark chuckle, not taking his eyes off Azriel.  “What I’m getting tired of is watching your foreplay.” Rhys countered, yawning.  “Here I thought you might be more interested in sparring seeing as how you have that post baby softness to your middle.” Cassian teased. He and Azriel began circling one another.  “I will have you know that my mate is a big fan of that softness.” Rhys winked sliding a hand over the front of his shirt. “Mor says Feyre calls it your sympathy pudge,” Azriel smirked and Rhys growled behind him. Cassian would give anything to see the look on Rhys’ face at that comment but Azriel was baiting him just as much as he was baiting Rhys. Azriel was too good, the second Cassian looked away, the bastard would strike. Cassian wasn’t going to let him win. 

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Hi!! Could you possibly do a fic with Bakugo and Todoroki based on the lines from the song confident “she said it’s her first time” “I think she might’ve lied”

Where one of the boys are going on about their night with y/n and how it was their first time and the other says “I think she might’ve lied” and so on lol, thank you:)

I,,,, this ask,,,, I like it.

•She Might've Lied•

Summary: What the ask says lmao. Based off of the song Confident by Justin Bieber and Chance the Rapper. (College AU for legal reasons.)

Warnings: Oral (female receiving), mild overstim, multiple orgasms, mentions of a blowjob.

Pairing: Shoto Todoroki x Reader, mentions of Katsuki Bakugo x Reader (All aged up, 18+)

A/N: This turned into total fuckboy Todoroki but I am NOT mad about it, I simp aggressively. This is what my brain produced, I hope you like it! Thank you so much for such a fun request! I really enjoyed writing this.

Word Count: 1,428

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   "Shoto- oh my God- fuck- fuck- fuck." You pant, back arching as you fist the sweat soaked sheets beneath you. 

   You shiver as he pulls you apart and works you over. Everything inside you feels so tight and hot and good. 

   The tip of his tongue zeroes in on your clit and your whole body jolts back, almost afraid of how incredible it feels. 

   "Fuck no." He growls before throwing an arm over your hips so he can keep you glued to the mattress. 

   He slides the other hand up the outside of your thigh before delivering a harsh slap to the meat of your hip. 

   Your head is thrown back as you whimper out his name, hands flying to his hair as your walls start to flutter. 

   He's not even using his damn fingers, he's ruining you with his tongue alone. 

   He drops his jaw and flicks his tongue against your swollen bud with fervent speed, your eyes cross and you cry out with little to no shame. 

   "There! Fuck! Right there, baby, you got it." You sob out, hips rocking as much as they can under his strong arm. 

   Everything builds and snaps at once. Ribbons of silky pleasure shoot up your spine and down your legs as your core clamps around nothing. 

   And he doesn't fucking stop. 

   He moves with urgency, with dedication. His hands grab under your knees before he pushes up to fold your legs to your chest. 

   "Hold these." He demands with his mouth still against your cunt. 

   "I cant- fuck! I can't…" You twitch as his tongue works relentlessly, body slowly but surely becoming overstimulated. 

   "You fuckin' better." He says, voice dropping to a bone chilling tone. He glares up at you, eyebrows knit together as sweat drips from the crown of his two toned hair. 

   "Holy shit." You sigh as you take your legs from him with a weak hold, prying yourself open for him. 

   "Atta girl." As soon as you have a hold of your legs, his hands are free to carry out his dirty work. 

   One comes up to play with your tits as the other slides down to join his mouth at your center. His long, skilled fingers slide in. They find that perfect spot instantly, rubbing at it as he pulls you closer and closer to the edge before you've even stopped cumming the first time. 

   "Sho! I'm gonna- oh my fucking god-" Your words turn into strangled cries as your whole body turns to mush. 

   You feel the tears fall, your cunt pulse, your vision blur and you just scream. Goosebumps are all over your skin as your toes curl and your whole body trembles. 

   He just licks and licks and licks. Slurping and savoring everything you give him. He's always so nasty with it, always so dedicated to reducing you to a sweaty, sobbing mess. 

   "That's it, that's my good girl." He pulls his mouth away only to mutter those sweet words. 

   His fingers still move slowly within you, working to help you ride the aftershocks of the mind numbing back to back orgasms he's just given you. 

   "You're always so messy." He muses, finally pulling his fingers out so he can run them between your folds and gather your release. 

   You watch with your jaw dropped, panting and overwhelmed. He brings the cream covered fingers to his mouth, tongue lolling out to make a show of tasting you before he closes his lips around them completely. 

   "You a dirty girl?" He asks after he pops his fingers out. He starts to crawl up your body, caging you with his arms. 

   You loathe the fact that he's still fully clothed, while you lay completely bare beneath him. 

   You just nod, eyes wide and mouth agape as he presses his lips between your breasts. 

   His eyes flick up to yours, eyes full of sin and depravity. 

   "Whose dirty girl?" He asks against your skin. 

   "Yours, I'm your dirty girl." You say with a weak, unreliable voice. 

   "That's fuckin' right." He kisses a trail up to your throat, under your jaw, and finally your lips. 

   "Don't forget that." He whispers before hopping up to his feet far too quickly. 

   He always does this, rips you apart then saunters away like it's nothing. 

   You two have been going at it for months now, a very tense friends with benefits relationship. More benefits than friends, though. You occasionally share a laugh, help each other with homework when you have time, but most of the time you just fuck. 

   "Where are you going?" You ask, still reeling as your nerves twitch and fire. 

   "Boys night, I'm late." He flips his hair a little before winking at you. 

   "Don't look so heartbroken, I'll be back later." He laughs as he pinches your cheek. 

   "I'm not heartbroken, fuck off." You smack his hand away, pulling a blanket around you before you roll off the bed and walk to the bathroom. 

   "Katsuki's coming over later, don't bother." You quip as you round the corner. 

   "Oh I forgot, he's a big fan of those sloppy seconds then, yeah?" 

   Bastard. A big part of your arrangement is the no strings attached part, meaning you can both fuck anyone else, as long as you let each other know about it. 

   Katsuki Bakugo had been trying to get into your pants for months. You'd finally gone down on him the other night during a movie, successfully blowing his mind.

   You'd told the poor fool you'd never sucked a dick before, just to make him feel special. His ego didn't need to boost, but he sure got off to the thought of being the first person to fuck your pretty little mouth. 

   "He's a big fan of a good fuck." You snap as you turn the shower on.

   Shoto comes up to lean against the door frame behind you, looking absolutely delicious in his joggers and his adidas shirt. 

   "You two have that in common then." He smiles wolfishly before slapping your ass. 

   "Make sure you wash the sheets before he comes, you made a pretty big mess." He calls out to you before strolling out of your dorm room. 

   You roll your eyes and huff as you drop the blanket and step into the shower.

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   "I'm not fucking lying, she was such a whore about it, but she said she'd never done it before." Bakugo explains to a laughing Kirishima and Denki. 

   "Who's a whore?" Shoto waltzes into the common room where the rest of the boys wait for him. 

   "That cute chick you're always studying with, apparently she's got a freaky side." Sero chuckles, only making Bakugo turn a brighter shade of red. 

   "Oh yeah?" Shoto raises his eyebrows, glancing at Bakugo. 

   "She's fucking insane, best blowjob I've ever had. Not that you would know what that's like, icey hot." Bakugo sneers, arms crossing as he reclines into his chair.

   "Dude, there's no way she was that good if she'd never done it before." Denki says, leaning forward as he shakes his head.

   "I'm serious you sparky asshole, she said it was her first time!" Bakugo snarls. 

   Shoto can't help the bark of the laugh that leaves him, he runs his hands through his hair, then notices just how wet his chin feels. 

   "I think she might've lied." He sighs as he wipes his chin with the back of his hand, pulling it away to see some of your slick shining on the skin. 

   "What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Bakugo grumbles, glaring at Shoto. 

   "You can tell dude, you've seen the way she walks into a room." He explains, so full of himself after spending the last half hour between your legs. 

   "What, did she fuck you too?" Bakugo stands up, chest puffed up as he strides towards Shouto. 

   "Nah." He sighs as sinks into one of the chairs, ignoring Bakugo's advances.

   "I fucked her." Shoto grins up at Bakugo, every jaw in the room drops before the rest of the boys start to hoot and laugh. 

   Kirishima jumps up to hold Bakugo back as he spews profanities at cocky Shouto. Sero and Denki are beside themselves, wheezing clapping as Shouto sits and enjoys the chaos he's created. 

   It's safe to say you won't be seeing Katsuki tonight, but you will be seeing a lot of Shoto.