#tiliter

[lemonsbears]

[teethmarrk]

Bonus:

[toomanyacronyms]

Im guessing I have a couple more years until I can get an ME/CFS diagnosis and help for it, plus no doctor wants to do anything more than Ivabradine for my IST (eg. IV infusions), so I am pretty sure a message to my doctor saying that I can no longer continue like this and need a wheelchair is in order.

[wheelchairtetris]

missed a call from my neurologist's office ten minutes before they closed for an appointment i really need. and my left caster fork is like, perma fucked. i am so upset.

[spraceaesthetic]

I got a wheelchair today!!! 🤠

[strangeangel22]

ordered my wheelchair today and everything went literally perfect im actually losing my mind

[daminouspurity]

Sweden vs. Australia | 2023 FIFA Women's World Cup 3rd Place Play-Off | Predictions FIFA 23

[swordsandholly]

Cherry Bomb - tattoo parlor anthology

MDNI | poly 141 x fem fat reader | masterlist

Part 5: Night Out

You find yourself squeezed into the center of a round corner booth, Johnny to your left and Kyle to your right with John beside him. The bar is relatively quiet, even for a Saturday night. It is early, though. Plenty of time left in the night for more people to file in. Apparently they go out drinking every third week of the month, a day set aside for them to be together and celebrate another month of success. It’s sweet that they invited you, if not a little nerve wracking - you’re not exactly sure how much they plan on drinking and you’ve been known to be rather… sloppy after one too many.

You nervously adjust your top while Johnny yaps about the equipment sales person with the incredible ass. It’s hard not to squirm being packed in between them, hyper aware of the width of your hips and the size of your arms as they squish against far more toned, muscular limbs. A mean itch in the back of your mind lectures you about taking up too much space - about inconveniencing the people around you. About the optics of the pitiable fat girl tolerated by the handsome men around her.

An elbow to your arm finally knocks you out of your daze. “Och! There he is!”

You blink, following Johnny’s gaze to the man climbing into the booth beside him. It takes your brain a moment to catch up, processing the person in front of you. Your eyes turn to saucers as you realize it’s Simon - signature tattoos, piercings and all - just without his usual surgical mask. It shouldn’t make that much a difference, he still has that low brow and big dark eyes that slide over to you and make your stomach flip…but now you get the addition of his crooked nose, broken more than once and not set right, a small cleft scar leading down to a part of pretty, pink lips that quirk up in the corners when he catches you staring. A few scars scattered across his sharp jaw you hadn’t noticed before and a light layer of blonde stubble around each engraving on his face.

“You’re pretty!?” You gasp, words tumbling out of your mouth before you can stop them. You bury your face in your hands while the others (Johnny) burst out in a fit of laughter. Simon’s shoulders shake in that signature, barely audible chuckle as he settles into the booth. Suddenly you feel a little less self conscious about the amount of space you take up in comparison.

John orders a round for everyone. Some light mixers to sip while you talk. You stick to listening, mostly, while the boys talk shop. You pick up a few personal tidbits here and there - specifically about Simon’s apparent sweet tooth as Johnny teases him about going through an entire package of licorice in one sitting. You file that away for later. Apparently John got his start after he enlisted in the military and got several very shitty tattoos during the first couple of years. Dropped out to get an apprenticeship, figuring he could do better. Kyle rolls his eyes, as if he’d heard the tale a few too many times.

“Where ye thinkin’ of lettin’ Kyle ink ye?” Johnny leans in close, breaking out of the group conversation.

You tilit your head. “Haven’t really thought about it. Wherever he’s comfortable, I guess.”

“Givin’ him free reign? Tha’s dangerous, bonnie. Might put it somewhere scandalous.”

“Wouldn’t be the first.” You blurt, regretting it immediately when you see that impish sparkle in his eye.

Johnny dips closer to you, shoulder pressing against yours. “Oh? Thought ye were a good girl, hen.”

“I’ve got a couple you haven’t, and will never get close enough to see, MacTavish.” You laugh.

“Is tha’ a challenge?” He grins, hand just barely ghosting over your thigh.

You shrug, face hot. ”Even if it was, you’d lose.”

There’s probably something deeply wrong with flirting with your coworkers while your boss sits a foot away, but your skin is too warm and your drink tastes to good for you to focus on that fleeing thought for long.

“From the gentleman at the bar.” A woman appears in front of your table, sliding a glass of pink cocktail toward you.

You stare at it before glancing up to meet a pair of dark eyes. He’s handsome, smiles and nods before going back to his own drink. Something cold runs down your spine, the bar warping for only a second. Your lip catches between your teeth before you push it away.

“That’s bold.” John scoffs, a twitch in his brow.

“Not gonnae take a free drink, bon?” Johnny teases, batting at your arm. “He’s no’ half bad lookin’. I’d take a bite.”

“I don’t take drinks from strange men.” You snap, a little harsher than you meant as you push the glass even further. “You can have it if you want.”

There’s a beat where you keep your eyes square on the table, waiting for an insistence that you take it, that you talk to him, that you just do what he wants because he seems nice enough. That you’ve ruined the mood by being sensitive, like you always do. Instead, Johnny grabs the glass and downs whatever fruity cocktail was inside.

“Alright, if I pass out ye have t’ carry me now.” He laughs, the conversation returning to the same pace as before. You just look up at him for a moment - his eyes bright and unwavering.

The more you’re with them, the more guilt you feel for doubting them in moments like this - but, equally, the more unreal they seem. Too perfect of men for you to have stumbled across. Too good for something as damaged as you. There’s a pang of loneliness at the thought.

You’re one again pulled from your thoughts - well, redirected, more like - when John’s arm comes to rest around the back of the booth behind Kyle, fingers brushing against your shoulder ever so slightly. You’d been noticing it more recently - John’s tendency to hover. He doesn’t cling like Johnny but he stays just a hair away. Fingers ghost over your arms and a hand hovers over your back. Sometimes he holds the back of your seat, leaning over you while looking at the appointment book, that wafting scent of leather and petrichor enveloping you.

He doesn’t look at you, talking across the table to Simon about some business thing. At least you think, you really hadn’t been listening. Maybe you should have.

“We should go check out that new place up the street.” Kyle announces, scrolling through his phone. “They’ve got great room for dancin’, apparently.”

“Is dancin’ the mood for the night?” Simon sighs, tilting his head forward. Even without the mask his expression remains placid. Difficult to read.

“Aye!” Johnny wraps an arm firmly around your shoulders. “We’ve got t’ take our little lass out on the town!”

You scoff, cheeks warming at the idea that you’re theirs. Their lass - their girl. Fuck that last drink really good to you, huh?

Johnny walks with an arm sling around Kyle’s waist ahead of you, John laughing and shaking his head at them. Simon hangs back a bit as you walk, taking small, slow steps to stay beside you with his hands in his pockets. The same as when he walks you home every night you close together. You silently revel in the safety of it - of having this massive man in your shadow to block out everything else. You risk glancing up at his face - so new to you despite knowing each other for weeks. His skin glows in the passing street lights.

So not fair that he’s been hiding lips that kissable.

That’s totally the drinks talking.

“Y’alright?” He murmurs, glancing down at you.

You jump a bit, not realizing you’d been staring, eyes wide and hazy. Since when we’re you such a lightweight? “Yeah.”

“Still bothered about that guy?”

You blink. In all honesty, you’d completely forgotten him. Too busy enjoying your time with your boys. Your boys. Your boys. Their girl. That feels really good.

“No.” You shake your head and grin. “Sorry for being weird about it.”

“Y’weren’t.” Simon shakes his head solemnly, lapsing into a comfortable silence as you walk. It’s made up for by Johnny’s forceful cover of Pink Pony Club.

The place is packed when you get there, Simon having to use his bulky form to push through and secure you all a standing table. Not that you really need it, it’s mostly so the four of you can do a few shots - as per Johnny and Kyle’s insistence. Yours too, but it’s more fun to use them as an excuse to down two green tea shots back to back. You’ve never been good at saying no anyway.

“C’mon, luv.” Kyle herds you toward the dance floor and you follow, not unaware of Johnny right at your back. Your head buzzes, the world feeling loose and slow and comfortable around you. That wall you might otherwise have up long gone as you’re safely pinned between two of your favorite boys.

Kyle’s hands trail down your sides to knead at your hips, guiding them to move in tandem with his. Johnny presses closer to your front, hooking your arms up around his neck. If you were any more sober, you might have thought twice about the way you grind back against Kyle and press your chest into Johnny - your coworkers - but as it stands you couldn’t care less. Your body buzzes with a comfortable warmth, the music seems to course through your veins. It’s so easy to let them guide you, to melt into them, to tilt your head back onto Kyle’s chest and grin up at Johnny’s big blue eyes.

It’s the loosest you’ve felt in a long, long time

Johnny says something you can’t hear, his head ducking and lips grazing the shell of your ear. A touch starved part of you wants to whine, to throw yourself into him and burrow into his chest. Bury yourself right between his ribs - surely it’s warm in there. The very sun itself housed where his heart should be.

Maybe you’re reaching the water-only time of the night.

You tilt your head, half-lidded eyes making contact with Simon’s. They’re boring into you, seemingly memorizing the way you three move against each other. Each step and sway stored away for future reference. Surely it’s in your imagination.

Eventually, you shuffle around - trading yourself for Kyle as John’s big hands come to rest respectfully on your waist. The music slows a bit, at least, making it easier to dance with your boss without feeling like you’re crossing a boundary. Not that you would mind crossing that boundary. You’d leap over it if you could - those pretty blue eyes smiling down at you in the multicolor bar light. Leather and petrichor fill your nose. There’s a spice to it that isn’t usually there. Your drunkenness sets your fingers alight as they trace up his strong arms to rest on his shoulders.

“Glad y’came tonight, dove.” John says, barely having to shout over the music. His voice just has that commanding timber to it that makes itself heard no matter the circumstance.

You give him a crooked grin. “Me too.”

John just hums, swaying you carefully. People don’t do this, a small part of you thinks. Don’t dance with their bosses. You look down to where you’re pressed together. It feels good, though. You wonder if you’re more to him than an employee - if he considers you a friend despite your inequalities of age and rank.

“Is it silly to say that I’m really happy?” You mutter, not expecting John to hear over the music.

“Not at all.” He shakes his head, dipping lower so you can hear him more clearly. “I’m very grateful that we get to have you.”

Somehow your face gets hotter and in an attempt to calm down you glance over his shoulder to where Simon still stands, leaned against the wall with a glass in hand. His eyes rake over the crowd, sometimes resting on Johnny and Kyle, sometimes you and John, sometimes they seem to just look off into the distance. A woman walks up to him. She’s pretty. Tall with dark hair. You can’t see her face - can’t tell what she says. A slimy, nosy little part of you doesn't like it, despite having no right to an opinion. Simon’s expression remains flat as he responds and she stomps away.

You turn back to John. “Does Simon not dance?”

John chuckles. “Rarely.”

You pout. “I hate that he’s all alone.”

“He’s fine, love. Promise.”

“I’m gonna ask him.”

“Good luck.” John laughs, letting you push your way out of the crowd as the current song comes to an end.

“Si!” You call loudly over the music, movements sloppy.

“Hm?” He cocks a brow.

You lock your hands around his wrist like a child trying to pull their parent toward some bright thing that caught their eye. He doesn’t pull away like a more sober you might expect. “Come dance with me!”

“I don’t dance.” He scoffs.

“Please?” You beg, giving him your best puppy dog eyes. Not nearly as effective as Johnny’s but they’ll have to do.

“No.” Even in your drunken state you notice the corner of his mouth quirk up before he forces it back down.

“You can’t stand over here all night!”

“Watch me.” Simon huffs.

You pout and let your fingers drift over his forearm, all muscle and so very vascular. His skin is warm under your hands, the ridges of scars dancing across the pads of your fingers - invisible to the eye under his tattoos.

“Well, then, I’ll just have to do what you like to do!” You say with a discerning nod, clambering up onto the stool at the table beside him.

He frowns. “Don’t let me take you away-“

“I don’t wanna leave you alone!” You continue to pout, the cotton in your head only making things fuzzier outside of your new single minded goal: Hang Out with Simon.

He looks you over for a moment, something passing through those dark eyes of his. They’re so mysterious - so deep. Like the Mariana Trench. That’s the really big one, right?

Simon sighs and downs the last of whatever golden drink was in his glass, setting it on the table beside you. “Fine. I’ll give you one song.”

You’re practically preening as you pull him into the crowd, hand firmly around his thick wrist. Part of you briefly acknowledges a few jabs from Johnny and Kyle as you pass them on their way toward the bar.

A squeak escapes you as Simon suddenly turns you around, pulling you close and leading you to the beat. He’s good. Weirdly good. You feel a bit like a floundering fish all of a sudden. It definitely doesn’t help that you’re a lot more drunk than you felt five minutes ago. He smells like spice, too.

“So much for can’t dance!” You laugh.

“I said I don’t dance, bird. Nothin’ about can’t.” An arm loops around your waist, suddenly twisting to dip you low - holding your weight so easily. You fall into a giggling fit, face hot as you playfully push at his chest.

As the night goes on, things get fuzzier. Blurred. There’s one last shot with Johnny and Kyle and all you know is an overwhelming sense of joy.

A/N: Don’t love love this part but it’s cute and this is supposed to be my easy to write fic so I’m not stressing about it. Suuuuper excited for the next couple parts tho🤭

[chronicallycouchbound]

A drawing of my wheelchair for disability pride month!

(ID: on a medium grey background is a line art drawing of an ultra-lightweight wheelchair, specifically a Tilite Aero Z chair. The line art is colored in a gradient in stripes to mimic the disability pride flag. The colors from the lower left to the upper right are: a muted red, yellow, white, sky blue and a hunter green. End ID)

[euaphoru]

“If I let you look, do you promise not to laugh at it?” He mumbled, feeling your soft lips kiss on his neck while your hand is palming his clothed bulge. “Of course not, baby. How could you say that?”

Gosh he felt so embarrassed, thinking he wasn’t too big for you— feeling the need to please his girlfriend without being too small, hell, not even knowing how to use it.

He shrugged, “I-i don’t think I could ever please you like your other boyfriends—” he doesn’t finish his sentence after he feels a hand slap his cock, making him jolt up, “don’t ever say anything bad about yourself like that again.”

He gives you a warm smile and goes back to his thoughts, what’s the worse that can happen? His hands reaching down to unbutton his pants while pulling them down along with his boxers. He makes eye contact with you only for him to see the shocked look on your face, was it that small? he thought.

He starts to overthink things with that plastered look on your face, quickly going to cover himself up with a pillow until you move his hand away and begin to move closer to his erection. “How are you soo big???!” He tilits his head in confusion, “You’re not lying to me, right?” He asked, looking down at your hands climbing up his knees and closer to his hard on.

“This…is a fucking weapon, ‘don’t think i could lie about something like this.”

[p3ndeja6]

-; ✧˖*°࿐ -; ✧˖*°࿐ -; ✧˖*°࿐

summary: you beg Edward to let you ride him, but obviously he denies it. But you convinced him of another method of riding

Content tags: 18+ ,!smut, thigh riding, dry humping! i think, fingering!, squirting! (this was collecting dust in the drafts for like ever)

short and ass (my bad)

e. cullen x reader

it was a chilly afternoon, the wind blowing, creating small tornados of dried up leaves, scratching the pavement. You and Edward are inside, his small cottage he had in the woods of Forks, Washington.

All afternoon you’ve been cuddled up against your cold skinned boyfriend. But you always feel warm around him.

while cuddling, you accidentally nudged him causing him to groan. to him it hurt but for you, you wanted to hear more.

This caused you to get hot. You started to kiss his cheek, then his jawline, then his neck. He enjoyed it too.

you got on top of him, kissing him, straddling him. He knew what you were doing.

“Y/n stop” he said

“oh cmon Edward, please” you continue kissing him, you now start to grind a bit against him.

“No y/n, you know we can’t, I’d love to but I can’t” he says shamefully while pushing you off of him.

You stop, and look at him in defeat. You’ve always tried to get him to continue but his morals just won’t let him.

Until an idea pops up in you mind.

“Edward” “yeah”

“what if- now hear me out, what if you let me ride you”

his palely skin turns a bit pink

“w-what? That still can’t-“

“no no but not with your dick…. With… your thigh”

he looks at you confused but somewhat interested

“yeah you let me .. ride you but on your thigh. It’s very simple, you let me do all the work and you don’t have to do anything”

You started to straddle him again, caressing his clothed chest.

“You just relax, i promise to make you feel good”

Edward was so mesmerized, he didn’t say anything . He let you take advantage of him. he laid his hands on the side of the couch, letting you do your thing

you got onto his cold and rough thigh. You were still clothed from the bottom.

You looked at him with lustful eyes and slowly grinding on his thigh, he knew this was wrong but he just couldn’t bother stopping you from fucking yourself into him. You just looked so good, eyes partially closed slowly grinding and running your hands up to your tits, and giving them a light squeeze.

you know he was watching your every move, so you grabbed his hands and replaced your hands from the previous position

“cmon baby, don’t be scared” you said slightly out of breath

he was scared but he trusted you and what were you doing. you saw the huge erection growing in his tight pants, you slowly crept your hands to the area that needed the most attention.

“no.. don’t touch” Edward huffed out

“please let.. me”

he held you, closing his eyes, feeling you slowly rubbing yourself on him. You were getting so needy, holding on to his broad shoulders, digging your nails into them.

"mmh.. like that.." you said while tiliting your head back, your eyes closing shut, eyebrows scrunting up in pleasure.

Edward holding you so tight, keeping you in place on his dick, wanting more friction.

you got up, and edward looked at you confused and frustrated, but you pulled down your leggings as well as your panties, quickly trying to shimmy your way out of them

"you keep your pants on" you huffed

your wet slick being absorbed by his jeans, seeing the patch of wetness on his dick print

you began to rub yourself on him, moaning loudly. Edward imagining it was his dick that was pumping into you.

you started to aggressively move your hips trying to get to your high

"fuck Edward.." you moaned. Edward needed to see more of you

he dared and inserted two fingers into you, this caught you by surprise, feeling his icy cold fingers pump you so good. your wetness lubing his fingers perfectly, to easily get in there deeper.

"yeah.. yes.. please edward" tears started to well up, "yeah? you like that? cmon.. look at me"

you tried to open your eyes,

finally looking at how beautiful he was. "atta girl, thats it.. how bad you want it?"

"yes! bad.. p-please. please.."

you stopped rubbing trying to let him continue with his fingers, but he stopped as well. "uh uh, cmon pretty, keeping moving"

frustrated, you kept rubbing on him. his fingers now going faster, placing his thumb on your clit, creating circular motions

"f-fuck ed- im com-"

edward was panting.. on his other hand, holding you tight

"m-me too"

sweat beads starting to fall down your forehead, you leaned forward placing your hot, sweating head on his. feeling the coldness of his skin.

feeling your stomach getting tight, holding onto his head, cry-moaning as you felt yourself release.

"come for me"

your head went back as you squirted and making a big mess on edward's jeans. besides the heatness of your cheeks from the sex, they got hotter of embarrassment of edward seeing you like that.

"o-oh my g-god" you panted out

Edward was shocked, and so incredibly turned on that you can do that.

"im.. im so sorry, this is so embarrassing.." "no no that was so hot" he looked at you with lovely eyes

he kissed you and wiped the sweat under your eyes, "you are so incredibly beautiful"

you smiled at him and fell over on the couch, still bare from the bottom.

"fuck edward..." you said in bliss, smiling to yourself

"well now i have to go change my pants.." he said as he got up

"sorry.."

[feelfreetopleasemexo]

You stay away from my brother cause I say so!

This fic contains reader x Bakugo and reader x kirishima (kirishima and reader as brother and sister style best friends)

It’s an enemies to lovers fic with multiple parts.

You had no idea that Katsuki Bakugo was jealous of how close you and Eijiro Kirishima were. He’d never openly admitted any form of fondness towards you, he barely even acted like you existed. To you, you were just another faceless extra in the background of his life, until he stumbled into you and Eijiro in a particularly…..interesting position.

You and Eijiro were best friends. Ever since you both started at UA, you quickly admired each others strengths and formed a mutually innocent bond that only grew the longer you attended UA. It was nice that you never had to worry about him confessing his undying love for you, never wandering if he’d ever feel the same way about you as you did him, it was a mutual family kind of love. You adored each other and spent many nights talking about your crushes, about your past traumas, about anything and everything inbetween. Youd joke he was your gay best friends and he’d joke you were his old lady wife who let him have as many flings as he wanted as long as he stilled mowed the loan. It was a quiet, comfortable brotherly love. One which youd soon come to realise was the bane of katsuki’s existence.

You were laid on his bed, your nose shoved into the book you were writing, as he lay at the end of it playing a video game. You were increasingly wiggling around, the fury on your face only growing as you couldnt quite write this particular scene of your story. You tried so many different ways, different angles, but not a single way seemed right. You were writing a spicy scene were your two characters were finally trying bdsm, but every single time you tried to write how their bodies moved, it seemed like they had an extra limb, one too many fingers, you couldnt for the life of you figure out how to position them properly, accurately. You threw your book down in frustration, not wanting to admit defeat, but struggling so desperately with your visualisation of them. Eijiro turned his head slightly back towards you, eyes still focusing on his game.

“Y’alright? Book not booking today?” His frustration with his game peering onto his face as his body twitched, his mouth hanging slightly open as he moved as if his movements in life somehow translated to helping him win in the game.

“Im never gonna be able to write this scene. It’s driving me insane! Why did I have to decide to write a sexy book….why couldnt it just be about rabbits that eat grass and shit all day long….at least that would be easy.” You huffed as you grabbed his pillow and screamed into it. He paused his game after hearing your scream and smiled back at you, looking down at how you flopped your arms and legs against his bed like a toddler having a full blown meltdown.

“You got this don’t worry! You always think you’re gonna give up, then a sudden lightbulb explodes above your head and you manage to finish it in record time!” He leant over and rubbed the top of your head, messing up your hair as you tilited you up towards him and stared at him. He wasn’t letting you have a strop like you wanted, but you knew he was right. You rolled your eyes and pulled the pillow back over your head as you sighed into it.

“What’s it all about anyway? Can I help at all? Yano, tell you guys stuff of whatever?” Suddenly, you sprang up, excitement filling your face as you couldnt believe youd never thought about this before.

“YES! YOU BEAUTIFUL SHARK BOY! I CAN USE YOU!” You swung your arms around him and squeezed him, as if he’d just helped you unlock the fucking da vinci code.

“Right, I need you to stand here….”you helped direct him into a strange position at the end of the bed,

“And then she’d go….here…” you bent over infront of him, his face turning the same shade as his hair, clearly uncomfortable with the sexual positions you were putting him in.

“Then she’d…no wait….gimme your hand….right, then she’d do this…” You muttered away to yourself as you folded, twisted, contorted yourself around him, trying your best to visual how you wanted to write the scene. He felt awkward every second you were pulling and pushing him, almost grinding up against him, making him grab your throat as you hooked a leg around his hips then bent down and were almost hand standing as he held you up,

“It’s for the plot! Now shut up and see if you can pick me up with one hand or something, i need to know if it makes sense that she’d be almost freefalling….” Then suddenly the door was kicked open.

Katsuki stood there, eyes wide, mouth open, staring at the two of you in this oddly strange position, it didnt look like it could work, but it definitely looked sexual. Kirishima was in his gym trousers with no t shirt on, as you had your pj shorts and a lowcut vest on. As soon as Eijiro’s eyes locked with katsukis his quirk activated and he dropped you straight on your head. You fell to the floor with a thud that shook the floor, and a massive yelp screamed from your throat. You cussed him out for dropping you, but he couldn’t care less as he advanced towards his best friend who seemed beyond mortified at the sight.

“HEY MAN HOWS IT GOING?! Shit im sorry…Everything good? Nothing weird here just…book stuff.”

He was never the type to be flustered, especially not when it came to you. Everyone knew you were best friends, like brother and sister, so why was he apologising to Katsuki….you had hoped youd just gotten a concussion or something, it didnt make sense for him to be acting like this, so you decided you must’ve been imagining it. You crawled back onto his bed and started scribbling away, trying your best to write down everything you could remember about how the two bodies would’ve moved together. You didn’t even realise that Katsuki had stormed off, or that Eijiro was now stood in his doorway, awkward and embarrassed at the scene his other best friend had just walked in on.

Eventually you lifted your head up and saw him still stood there, quirk still activated and tense.

“You okay dickhead? Quirk got your tongue?” He softened his body, turned to you and instead of his usual toothy smile, he looked pained, embarrassed and deflated. It wasnt a sight you had seen often.

“Woah woah….did BakuBROOO really chew you up and spit you out just because you were helping me out? I know it looked a bit weird but….”

He interrupted you, he never did this.

“Yeah he er….he was pissed. I think he’s gonna hate me now.”

His eyes were staring at the floor, he looked like a kid who’d just been told that the tooth fairy, Easter bunny and Santa might not totally, completely, be real. You sat up and made your way to the end of his bed, sitting and patting next to you for him to join you.

“Hey now cmon,why would he hate you? He’s seen you do weirder shit im sure…”

He didn’t move, didnt join you on the bed, didn’t even let his shoulders completely relax.

“Not with you.”

His words hit you like a ton of bricks. What did he mean with me?why did that matter? Was he jealous that Eijiro might’ve lost his virginity before he had? Had a girlfriend before him? It didn’t make any sense to you. It was clear that Eijiro knew something you didnt about Katsuki. His eyes never left the sock on the floor he was staring at, barely blinking, then he turned and ran out of his room,

“I have to find him.” And with that, he was gone. The door slammed behind him and all that was left was you, sitting on the edge of his bed, like your best friend had just been pulled completely away from you for another. The uncertainty weighed down on you like fat gum sitting on your shoulders. It was dark, heavy and unpleasant. You decided to go to your dorm and run a bath, you didnt want to bombard him with messages asking if he was okay, you knew he was trying to sort whatever was happening with Katsuki out, and the last thing they needed was you getting in the middle of it.

The next day you text him asking if he was okay, no reply. In class neither of them showed up, and when you went to knock on his door after classes had finished, there was no answer. You decided to open it slightly and shout to him that you were coming in, the room that was basically yours felt unfamiliar, like you weren’t allowed in there anymore. It was silent and empty. You tried ringing him a few times but only got his voicemail straight away. You decided to try knocking on katsukis door, hed know where he was, but the same scene laid out infront of you. No answer at the door, and no one inside. Your heart thumped against your throat, what had happened to them after leaving Eijiro’s room…

Suddenly denki walked past you staring into Katsukis room.

“Looking for your other boyfriend? Him and kirishima are with Recovery Girl. They were sparring and Bakugo kinda took it a bit too far…AGAIN.”

Your face dropped, had Katsuki really been that pissed off that Eijiro was holding you in such a weird way that it made him nearly kill him?! You ran past denki and straight to recovery girls infirmary, desperately praying that Eijiro was okay. Youd kill Katsuki if hed actually hurt him…you were met with both of them asleep, bandaged up and looking worn. Recovery girl had just finishing healing Katsuki in the other bed as you ran to Eijiro’s side, squeezing his hand and crying into it.

“He’ll be fine dear, just a little burnt, but ive fixed him up nice and good. Now let him rest for now.”

She ushered you out of the room as you stared at katsukis body with a fire inside of you that could rival his. How dare he hurt your brother, your best friend, the only man youd ever let see you in a bikini and not have to worry that he was going to ogle you or laugh. You wanted him dead. Better yet, you wanted to be the one who killed him.

You waited outside of their room, your head in your hands, nervously bouncing your leg for what seemed like hours. Suddenly, Katsuki walked out of the door, staring at you and huffing, trying to walk past you. You stood up, pushed him against the wall and raised your fire laced fist to his throat.

“I’ll fucking kill you. How DARE you hurt my brother like that. Does it make you feel big hurting him? Knowing you can kick and push him around and he’ll take it? Not even just because of his quirk…”

He pushed you off him and donned a similar flame in his hand, raising it up towards your face,

“Dont fucking touch me. I wasnt the one who threw the first punch for once. HE attacked ME!”

“Bull. Fucking. Shit. Eijiro wouldnt hurt a fly. He doesn’t believe it’s manly to hit first, you of all people should know that…” The flames now engulfed both your hands and most of your forearms as your quirk started to become uncontrolled. The hatred and anger inside you began to grow, was this why katsukis flames were so impressive….was he always this angry….no. He was in the wrong, hed hurt your bother.

“He fucking hit first. I just ended it.”

Katsuki put his flames out and looked down at you, his brows loosing their furrow slightly, as he then turned away and walked off. You screamed after him, calling him a pussy, screaming for him to fight you instead, but it all fell on deaf ears as the door swung behind him.

The next few days Eijiro acted as if nothing had happened between you two. He explained that he ran after Katsuki, told him not to worry about you two and that he wanted to apologise. Apparently Katsuki had blasted him away from him and then Eijiro had jumped on his back trying to calm him down, but that Katsuki had decided that was an invitation to fight so….yeah. He insisted that it was fine now between them, that after their fight and getting fixed up, that he went to katsukis room later that night and they both agreed they were both in the wrong, it sounded like a brilliant lie until that last part. There was no way Katsuki admitted he was in the wrong. You knew something was off, Eijiro never lied to you, but something was hidden inside him that he couldn’t tell you. You tried to let it go, but every time you say Katsuki something in your chest burned for revenge.

Today was the day for that revenge. It was training, Mr Aizawa had picked you both from the box to fight each other, everyone assumed that Katsuki would win (not in a way that was disrespectful towards you, it was just evident that his explosions were stronger than just your fire alone), you happily accepted the challenge and stood across from him. When the exercise began, you wasted no time and got in close to him, low to the ground then springing up quickly infront of him, avoiding his blasts then pushing his head to the ground. You blasted him furiously on the top of the head, you stood with your foot on his neck, and the other on the back of his elbow, forcing him unable to move, as you contained your blasts. You knew they were too much for close range, you knew you were overworking your quirk, you could the class audibly worried at your fury, your fire. They’d never seen you so heated, you were usually a quick, swift in and outer fighter, getting close then giving distance, and rallying that until you immobilising your opponent. You were used to using the lack of oxygen surrounding you opponent forcing them to surrender, but this time you were angry, you were furious, you were hell bent on making him suffer the way he made Eijiro. He managed to flick you off his back, blast you a few times then get distance. He looked visibly in pain, which was a rarity for Katsuki, he seemed panicked. You were fast. Too fast. He couldn’t make out where you were as youd created more smoke to cover yourself, an evasion tactic youd learnt last week. You came up behind him, pulled his legs from out under him and sat on his back with your full force, pinning him and containing to blast the back of his head. Mr Aizawa stopped you, and when you realised your quirk wasn’t working, you decided to start pummelling him instead. Tears ran down your face as you punched his head, his back, the side of his face. He overpowered you and managed to flip himself ontop of you, pinning you down. He started punching your face too, his anger becoming almost too much for him to handle. Youd bestest him nearly, and he hated losing. Mr Aizawas scarf wrapped around both you and flung you apart, as he scolded both of you.

“Y/N need I remind you this is a HERO course, not a course to test out your villainous streak. And Bakugo, I know it’s horrible to be bested but you don’t continue hurting the villain after you’ve caught them. You restrain them then call the authorities to carry out the correct procedures.” You were both spitting venom at each other, swearing to kill the other. He tightened his restraints on you both, wrapping more of his scarf around both of your mouths. “Thats ENOUGH. Both of you have detention for the rest of the week. TOGETHER. With me and Mic.”

He eventually let you go and you both scowled at each other, death threats visually being thrown. Eijiro came over to you, pushed into your shoulder and told you to calm down, as he then walked over to help calm Katsuki down. The girls in the class admitted that seeing you kick katsukis ass was good, but also admitted that it kind of scared them all.

The next weeks detentions were merciless, mic and aizawa had forced you both to write apology notes to each other. To do some bonding sessions to help strengthen the friendship between you two, then realising that it just made more fire erupt, sent you both triple the homework to complete. Youd never hated anyone before, you found it pointless to waste such energy on people, but you hated Katsuki Bakugo. You hated him with every fiber of your being.

[misslovasstuff]

Quietly

pairing: law x fem!reader

summary: you and law find yourself in the strawhat’s ship where you have to spend the night in a room where you’re not alone.

contains: NSFW, no heavy plot.

please support me here (*/ω＼*)

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''Shhh... don't... - his hand gropes your tit, caressing it gently. - ...don't be loud...'' You gulp, his hot breath in the back of your neck messing with all your senses. ''Law... - you whisper back to him, tilting your head a bit backwards.

His hand travels down your body, under your shirt where he grabs your chest, a hiss coming out of his mouth. ''No bra?'' - you could feel him smirking under his breath. - Oh, now I have to give it my all.''

He pushes his arms under you, pulling your body close to his embrace. Your ass meets his already-hardened cock, making you leave out a small gasp. He bites your ear, now both of his hands grabbing your tits, massaging them.

''Law... we will... we will be heard...'' - you try your best to keep yourself composed, but the sensation of his cold hands on your bare chest, his thumbs messing with your nipples is nearly driving you over the edge. ''You're saying you want me to stop?'' - one hand of his stays on your tit whilst the other traces down your stomach, slowly. His lips go from your ear down along your neck, dragging on your skin until he places them gently, kissing silently.

''You...you have to... otherwise I can't...'' - you try to explain but the biting sensation on the skin of your neck catches you off guard. You tilit your head, almost letting out a moan. ''I will stop if you tell me to, but...'' - Law's hand that had made its way down, finally reaches to touch your sex. - If you were so worried about what other people would think, you wouldn't have gone to sleep with no panties on.''

Your chest rises and falls heavily as you bite your lip, feeling Law pulling your skirt down with his hand. Soon, his palm covers your whole sex, his fingers rubbing your folds up and down slowly at first. His lips are buried in your neck where he leaves love marks, his arousal growing more evident as you feel his cock agasint you. ''You're hard already?'' - you ask him, wanting to turn around and face him but the hand he had on your tit comes to grab your chin, pointing it forward, making you whine.

''Was it not noticeable enough?'' - he presses his cock nearer, your hips instictevly grinding agasint him. A small shaky whimper comes out of his mouth but he composes himself quickly. His fingers are already dipped in your wetness as he teases your clit, whispering in your ear.

''I'm not the only one excited here.'' - Law claims, putting his fingers covered by your arousal straight into your mouth. He applies your juices to your lip like lipstick, dragging your lower lip with his thumb.

''I want this pretty mouth shut for a bit.'' - He hears you moaning breathily, feeling your frustration in his core as well. He scoffs as he grabs your ass, lifting it upward a bit. ''Law no, we can't do that- ''No one tells me what to do or not with my girlfriend. Relax. - he places a soft kiss on your cheek as he palms his length near your entrance. - You're gonna be a good girl for me and be quiet, alright?''

''I can't... I'm gonna- Your speech is interrupted as you feel him entering you. As he streches you out, you reach for his arm, squeezing it tightly. Biting your lips to restrain any moan that can come up is your only salvation. ''Fuck... - he cusses, filling you in completely before starting thrusting in and out in a slow and steady pace.

It's quiet but for some reason so arousing. His hot breath shaking with every anticipated moevement of his hips, one hand on your hip as he pulls you closer with each thrust, his other hand is on your neck, taking a light grip as it travels down your lower back.

''Like that, baby. Good girl.'' - his thrusts do not fasten but somehow his cock reaches deeper, making you wonder how is he pulling this off. Although you are trying your best not to be loud, when he grabs your ass fully gripping it with his hand, with some sort of hidden frustration, a small moan escapes your mouth as you quickly try to cover your mouth.

Law reacts quickly, placing his hand under your thigh as he raises your leg up. He takes a grip of your hair, tilting your head back. ''You've taken my cock so many times. How hard is it for you to stay quiet?'' - he teases, very much aware of your heavy breathing and your swollen bottom lip from all the biting. He thrusts harder, a very tight grip under your thigh as he keeps your leg up. His hand brushes off your scalp, gripping there as well as you hear his breathy moans loud and clear near your neck. ''Shhhhshit...'' - you whimper, finally meeting his gaze because of your hair being pulled. He looks down at you, glancing at your lips before pressing his soflty, just once.

'' You're so pretty when you look at me like that.'' - he whispers to you, dragging his lips on your face and then along your jaw as he keeps thrusting in you. When he does so, you feel your relelase coming close as you meet his eyes again with a sweet gaze.

''I'm gonna... Law...'' - you say, your mouth wide open as you gasp silently. He grabs your chin and kisses you, breathingly explaning;

''Cum and kiss me at the same time. I want you to moan in my mouth.'' - he whispers, cheeks flushed and visibly grinning while pressing his lips against yours, feeling his own climax crashing with yours simultaneously.

“F-fuck…- Law cusses, drowning his face in your shoulder, biting it as he thrusts a couple more times before covering your mouth with his hand. - Fuck, baby you did so good.”

You try to catch your breath, unable to utter a word as Law pulls out from you, feeling the heat escaping.

He places a gentle kiss on the shoulder after biting it a bit too hard before, caressing it with the tip of his nose as he gently pushes you close to him.

“Was this enough for you, Law? - you tease him and he widens his eyes as he observes you slowly turning over to face him, hand travelling down his bare chest. - Why don’t you be good now and keep quiet for me?”

[lee-laurent]

Say Something Stupid like 'I love you' - Nico Hischier

Summary: nico has a past with the new devils intern. and she's bringing a surprise along with her

Content: one-night stands, angst, mentions of sex but no smut, pregnancy, drinking, mentions of gaslighting and manipulation

wc: 6.3k

notes: i'm reallyyyyyy trying to get over my writer's block. here's a nico fic! for all the nico girlies out there. i feel like it ended kind of abruptly but i was struggling at the end. so... enjoy

The bar was louder than Jean preferred, but it was her friend's birthday, so she didn't complain. She let the bass-heavy music shake her bones as she leaned on the counter, waiting for their drinks. Around her, groups of friends and clusters of strangers laughed and shouted over the noise, celebrating as though they had no care in the world. Jean might've felt the same, except that wasn't really her scene. She took a deep breath, checking her phone for any texts from her friend.

"Not a fan of crowded bars?"

Jean glanced up to see a guy standing beside her, a faint smirk on his lips. He had dark, tousled hair and warm brown eyes that made her think of autumn leaves. His accent, subtle but noticeable, made her pause.

"No, not really," she replied, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "But it's my friend's birthday, so... here I am."

He nodded, his smile widening slightly. "I get that. I'm Nico, by the way."

"Jean," she offered, surprised at how easily her name rolled off her tongue. Usually, she wasn't so quick to engage with strangers, but there was something disarming about Nico's presence.

They stood in comfortable silence for a moment, the chaos of the bar swirling around them. Jean glanced over at him, taking in his relaxed posture and the way he casually leaned against the counter, as though he was completely at ease in the noise and crowd.

"You don't seem like you're really into this whole scene either," she commented, tilting her head toward him.

Nico laughed softly, his shoulders shaking just slightly. "Not tonight, no. I'm here with some friends, though. We won a big game today, so we're celebrating."

"Oh, hockey?" Jean asked, eyebrows raised.

Nico nodded. "Yeah, hockey."

"I don't really follow it," she admitted, offering a small shrug. Assuming he was just talking about a beer league or something. Surely NHL players didn't hang around in bars like this one. "But congrats on the win."

"Thanks," he said, his eyes lighting up just a little at her words. "It was a good one."

The drinks finally arrived, and Jean handed the bartender a twenty before grabbing the glasses. She turned to Nico, feeling like she should say something else, but not sure what.

"Thanks for chatting. Good luck with your next game."

Nico's smirk returned, and he tilited his head slightly. "Don't you think we should make a toast first?"

Jean blinked. "A toast?"

"Yeah, to your friend's birthday," his eyes twinkled. "And, I guess, to us both surviving this bar tonight."

Jean couldn't help but laugh. "Alright. Sure, let's make a toast."

They clinked their glasses together, and Jean could feel her cheeks warming, though she wasn't sure if it was from the alcohol or the way Nico looked at her. It was strange-- she had just met him, but something about him felt easy, like they had known each other longer.

"So," Nico said, setting his glass down after the toast, "what do you do when you're not getting dragged to crowded bars."

Jean grinned, leaning against the the bar and taking a sip of her drink. "I'm an intern. Physio stuff. Nothing too exciting, but it should keep me busy."

"Intern?" Nico asked, curious. "For what?"

She hesitated, not wanting to dive too deep into the job she had just started at the bar. "Let's just say it's a temporary gig, but one that's giving me some good experience."

He nodded, respecting her vagueness. "That's cool. Sounds like you're working hard."

They continued talking, conversation coming easily. Nico asked her about everything from her favourite music to what she liked to do in her free time, and Jean found herself laughing more than she expected. For someone who seemed so quiet at first, Nico had a way of drawing her out, making her feel comfortable despite the chaotic environment around them.

After a while, she realized she hadn't even glanced back at her friends. Jean's gaze flickered to the dance floor, where her group was still partying. Her friend wouldn't notice if she took a little longer at the bar, would she?

Nico must've noticed her distraction because he leaned in a little closer, his voice low. "You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," Jean replied, meeting his eyes. "Just thinking about how I'm probably gonna get dragged into dancing soon."

"Not a fan of dancing either?"

She grinned. "Not when it's this kind of music."

"I get that," Nico said, his voice soft, almost conspiratorial. "How about we skip the dancing?"

"What do you mean?"

Jean raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

"Let's get out of here," his tone more serious now. "Go somewhere quieter just the two of us."

For a moment, she hesitated, the noise of the bar fading into the background as she considered his offer. There something undeniably tempting about it--about him. She wasn't usually the type to leave a bar with someone she had just met, but tonight felt different. Nico wasn't pushing or pressuring her, just offering her a way out of the chaos.

"Alright. Let's go."

~~

Sunlight filled the room, the blinds not shut all the way. Jean blinked against the light, her mind fuzzy as she slowly came to her senses. For a moment, she couldn't remember where she was--until the unfamiliar surroundings and the warmth of the body next to her brought everything rushing back.

Oh no.

She shifted slightly, careful not to wake him. Nico was still asleep, his chest rising and falling steadily. The sheets were tangled around him, and his hair was messy from sleep. He looked peaceful, oblivious to the fact that Jean was internally freaking out.

Last night. The bar. The conversation. The drinks. And then this.

Jean chewed her lip, mentally chastising herself. It wasn't like her to let things go this far with someone she barely knew, but there was something about Nico that had felt so... effortless. And now, here she was, in his bed, trying to figure out how to quietly slip out without making things more awkward than they already were.

She slowly slid out of bed, gathering her clothes from the floor. Her shirt was under his desk chair, and her jeans were halfway across the room. It felt like a scavenger hunt, and she couldn't help but mentally laugh at the situation. She dressed as quietly as possible, pulling on her shoes and grabbing her phone off the nightstand.

As she reached for her jacket, she heard Nico stir behind her. "Jean?"

She froze, cursing internally. Of course he's awake now.

Turning slowly, she forced a small smile. "Hey. Sorry, didn't mean to wake you."

Nico rubbed his eyes and propped himself up on his elbow, blinking groggily. "It's alright. You're leaving?"

"Yeah, I've got a... thing I need to get to." Jean slipped her jacket on, her fingers fumbling with the zipper. "Last night was fun, but I really should head out."

There was a pause, and Jean could see Nico trying to process the situation through his sleep-fogged brain. He didn't look hurt or upset, just... tired. "Right. Well, it was nice meeting you."

"Yeah, you too," she nodded.

She wasn't sure what else to say. There was an awkward tension in the air between them, and Jean's only instinct was to leave before it got worse. She opened the door and glanced back at Nico one last time. He gave her a faint smile before lying back down, eyes already closing.

Once she was out of the apartment and into the crisp morning air, Jean took a deep breath. She hadn't intended for things to end like this. Nico had been charming, sure, but she hadn't expected the night to go beyond casual drinks and conversation. And now? Well, she didn't even know if she'd ever see him again--or if she wanted to.

Jean flagged down a taxi, sliding into the backseat as she directed the driver towards her place. As she sat back, she tried to push the whole night out of her mind. She had work to focus on.

By the time she reached her apartment, Jean had almost convinced herself that the night with Nico had been a one-time thing. They'd had fun, shared a few laughs, but now it was over. She didn't expect to see him again, and that was fine. They both got what they wanted out of the night.

~~

As the door clicked shut behind Jean, Nico lay still, staring up at the ceiling. His body felt heavy, not just from alcohol or lack of sleep, but from the quiet, empty feeling that he felt since Jean departed.

He didn't know how to place what had happened. Sure, he'd had hookups in the past but the connection was never as instant as this. It wasn't just the physical attraction--though that was undeniable--but the way she had looked at him, as if she didn't care about who he was or the life he led. It was refreshing.

But now she was gone, and Nico was left with the unsettling sense that he'd let something slip through his fingers without even fully understanding what it was.

He pushed himself out of bed and headed for the shower, hoping the hot water would help clear his head. As the steam rose around him, Nico replayed the events of the night in his mind-- the drinks, the conversation... the way her body felt against his. Jean had been different, not like the people he met in his usual social circle.

But maybe it was better that she'd left. His life was complicated enough as it was, with the team, the pressure of being captain, and the constant judgement from the media and fans. He didn't have time to worry about someone he barely knew.

Yet, as he got dressed and prepared for the day, Nico couldn't shake the feeling that he hadn't seen the last of Jean. Something told him their paths would cross again--whether he was ready for it or not.

~~

Jean checked her reflection in the mirrored wall of the gym, adjusting her jacket and pulling her curly hair into a mostly-tamed ponytail. Today was her first official day as a physiotherapy intern with the New Jersey Devils, and nerves were starting to bubble in her chest. She had landed the position after months of hard work and interviews, and now it was time to prove herself.

Taking a deep breath, Jean grabbed her clipboard and headed toward the rink. She had been excited about this internship since day one. Despite knowing nothing about hockey before landing the role, she had done her research on how the game was played (but not the players...) and she was ready to work alongside some of the best athletes in the league. Her goal was clear--make a good impression, learn as much as she could, make connections, and avoid all unnecessary drama.

She stepped into the rink, the cool air making her shiver in comparison to the warm gym. The team was already out on the ice, practicing drills and shooting pucks. Jean watched them skate for a moment, her eyes following the blur of players weaving in and out of drills with expert precision. Even though she wasn't a hockey fan, she couldn't help but be impressed by their skill and athleticism.

"Hey, you must be Jean, the new intern?" A friendly voice snapped her out of her thoughts.

Jean turned to see a woman in a Devils polo approaching, smiling warmly. "I'm Sarah. I'll be showing you around today."

"Yeah, that's me," Jean replied, shaking her hand. "Nice to meet you. I'm excited to get started."

Sarah led Jean to the bench, explaining some of the basic protocols and introducing her to the trainers she'd be working with. Jean did her best to absorb everything, nodding along and taking mental notes. She was ready to dive into her duties, determined to make a good first impression.

"So, you'll be working with some of the players on rehab and maintenance," Sarah said. "It can get busy, especially after games, but the guys are great. Just be prepared for anything--they're a competitive bunch."

"Got it. Thanks for the heads-up."

As they continued talking, the sound of skates scraping the ice grew louder. The practice was winding down, and players were making their way off the rink, their skates clattering against the floor as they moved toward the locker room. Jean watched as they passed by, mentally trying to match faces to the names she'd heard around.

And then, her stomach dropped.

Because walking toward her, wiping sweat from his brow and looking just as surprised as she felt, was Nico.

Oh my god. Of all people.

Jean wanted to die as they locked eyes. She hadn't recognized him the night they met at the bar, and she doubted he had mentioned being the captain of a professional hockey team during the brief conversation. Now, standing just a few feet away, it all clicked into place. Nico wasn't just some guy from the bar--he was Nico Hischier, captain of New Jersey Devils, and her new client.

For a moment, neither of them moved. The shock on Nico's face mirrored her own. Jean quickly tore her eyes away, focusing intently on the clipboard in her hands, pretending to check something, anything, to avoid his gaze.

Sarah, oblivious to the silent standoff, continued her tour, explaining the rest of the setup. Jean nodded along, silently replaying the events of that night with a new clarity. She hadn't known Nico was part of the team, and judging by his expression, he hadn't known she'd end up here either.

"Jean," Sarah said, pulling her back to the present. "This is Nico, the team captain. Nico, this is Jean, our new physiotherapy intern. You'll probably be working together quite a bit."

Oh no.

Jean smiled stiffly, feeling the heat rise to her cheeks. "Nice to meet you," she managed, forcing the words out as she looked up at him.

Nico gave a slow nod, "Yeah. Nice to meet you too."

The way he said it--cool, calm, but with a twinge of something else--sent a shiver down Jean's spine. There was a tension there, one she wasn't sure how to navigate. They had shared a night together, but now, under these circumstances, it felt like that connection was suddenly loaded with a meaning neither of them had signed up for.

"Alright, let's head to the training room," Sarah continued, still unaware of the awkwardness. "We'll get you set up for your first session."

Jean followed Sarah, she could feel Nico's eyes on her as they walked away, and she couldn't help but wonder what he was thinking. She hadn't expected to see him again, much less like this.

~~

Nico couldn't believe it. Jean? Here? He hadn't even thought about her since the morning she left his apartment, figuring it was a one-time thing. But now she was here, working with the team? As a physiotherapy intern, no less?

Part of him wanted to confront her right then and there, to demand to know why she hadn't mentioned anything about working for the Devils. But another part--the part that was still processing everything--told him to stay quiet.

He shook his head in frustration. He couldn't shake the feeling that she had kept something from him, that she'd known all along who he was. Maybe that's why she hadn't mentioned much about work during their conversation. It made sense now--why else would she have ended up here, of all places?

Nico grabbed his gear and headed to the locker room, his thoughts still spinning. He didn't know what Jean's game was, but whatever it was, he wasn't about to play along. He had enough on his plate already, and the last thing he needed in his life was more drama.

~~

As soon as Jean entered the training room, she leaned against the counter, trying to steady her breathing. This couldn't be happening. Not only had she slept with one of the team's most important players, but that player also happened to be her new boss, in a way. She could barely wrap her head around it.

How was she supposed to work with Nico now? There was no way he wasn't upset about this, judging by the way he'd looked at her. He probably thought she'd planned this, that she'd known who he was all along.

The last thing she wanted was for Nico to think she had some ulterior motive. That night had been spontaneous--she hadn't even known what position he played, let alone that he was the captain of the Devils. Now she'd have to navigate the situation without letting it affect her job. Easier said than done.

~~

The next few days passed in a blur. Jean had tried her best to keep things professional, focusing on her duties as an intern, but every time Nico was in the room, the air felt heavier, like there was someone sitting on both of their chests.

She had avoided making eye contact with him as much as possible, always redirecting her focus to other players or her clipboard when he walked into the room. The last thing she needed was to stir up any drama in her first week there.

But ignoring Nico wasn't easy.

Every time he came into the training room for his post-practice treatments, she felt his presence like a magnet. The tension between them wasn't just awkward--it was unbearable. Her body would go stiff, her words would fumble, and she'd feel her heart race like it had that night at the bar. Except now, it wasn't excitement that caused her pulse to speed up; it was anxiety.

Jean was doing a decent job of keeping her distance, but eventually that plan went out the window.

It had been a long practice. The players filed into the training room, exhausted, sweaty, and in need of ice baths, massages, and whatever treatments the physio team could offer. As Jean worked on helping a player stretch, she noticed Nico walking in, catching her off guard.

She refocused, pretending she didn't see him, but her concentration shattered when she heard a voice nearby.

"Jean."

The tone was clipped, almost cold.

Her heart dropped to her stomach. She turned slowly, meeting Nico's eyes, which were hard and unreadable. He was standing just a few feet away, his arms crossed over his chest, looking like he was barely holding back his frustration.

"Can we talk?"

She knew exactly what he wanted to talk about.

"Uh, yeah, sure," Jean replied, her throat dry as she nodded toward the back of the room. "Let's step over here."

She could feel the eyes of a few players on her as she walked past, but she kept her head down, not wanting to make the situation more public than it already felt. They stepped into the small office space at the back of the training room, and Jean could feel how heavy the air was as she clicked the door shut.

Nico crossed his arms again, leaning against the desk as his gaze bore into her. "Why didn't you tell me you worked here?"

Jean blinked, caught off guard by the bluntness of the question. "I--I didn't know. I mean, I didn't know you were on the team when we..."

She trailed off, realizing how difficult it was to even say it out loud.

Nico's eyes narrowed. "So, you're telling me you just happened to hook up with the captain of the Devils a few days before starting an internship here? You expect me to believe that was just a coincidence?"

Jean felt her frustration bubble up. "It was a coincidence. I didn't even know who you were, Nico. My friend dragged me to the bar that night. I didn't know a thing about hockey, let alone that you were a professional player."

Nico shook his head, his jaw clenching. "It just seems pretty convenient, don't you think?"

"Convenient?" Jean's voice rose slightly, her pulse quickening. "Nico, I'm here to do my job. I got this internship on my own merit. I didn't come here for you."

He stood there, silent, and she could see the gears turning in his head. His arms uncrossed, his expression softening slightly. "I just... it feels like you kept something from me."

"I didn't keep anything from you. I didn't know. If I had, I probably wouldn't have even..." She stopped herself, realizing she was about to say too much. "Look, I'm here for work, okay? Whatever happened between us that night was just that--one night. Can we not make this a bigger deal than it is?"

He wanted to believe her--she could see that--but something was holding him back.

Jean waited for him to say something, but when he didn't, she sighed and moved back towards the door. "I'm going to get back into work. We don't have to do this every time we're in the same room."

She opened the door, but just before stepping out, she heard Nico speak again, his voice softer this time. "Jean."

She paused but didn't turn around.

"I'm sorry," he muttered.

Jean closed her eyes for a moment, letting his words sink in. Then, without another word, she left the room.

Nico sat down on the bench after she left, his head in his hands. Damn it. He hadn't meant to sound so accusatory, but the whole situation was messing with his head. He'd assumed he'd never see her again, as fun as their night was.

But now here she was, working with the team, and it felt like everything had turned upside down.

He wanted to believe her. Wanted to believe that she didn't know who he was, that their meeting was just some random chance. But his gut was telling him otherwise. Years in the spotlight had made him suspicious of people's motives, and it was hard to shake that feeling.

But what now? Could they really just go back to pretending that night hadn't happened? And even if they did, could he ignore the way he felt every time she was in the same room as him?

He groaned, rubbing his temples. This wasn't what he needed right now. With the season in full swing and the pressure mounting, the last thing he wanted was a distraction--especially one in the form of a 5'4" physio intern.

Jean leaned against the wall outside the training room. She didn't know what Nico expected from her. She had been honest--she hadn't known who he was, and she certainly hadn't planned for their lives to tangle like this. But it seemed like no matter what she said, Nico would still have that doubt hanging over him.

This internship was her chance to prove herself, to build a career for herself in sports therapy, and she was not going to let a one-night stand ruin that. But how could she work in this environment with Nico constantly questioning her motives?

She pushed herself off the wall, straightening her jacket. She would handle this like a professional--keep her head down, do her job, and avoid any more drama with Nico.

~~

It had been a few weeks since her confrontation with Nico, and things had settled into an uneasy rhythm. Jean still managing to avoid him as much as possible, focused on her work and trying to put everything else behind her. They kept their distance.

But lately, Jean hadn't been feeling like herself. She was exhausted all the time, her appetite was off, and every morning, a wave of nausea seemed to hit her the second she got out of bed. At first, she chalked it up to stress--between dealing with Nico and trying to prove herself at work, it made sense that her body was a bit upset with her.

Then she realized her period was late. Very late.

Sitting on the edge of her bed, Jean stared at the calendar app on her phone, counting the days. The realization hit her like a truck.

No. There was no way.

Her hands shook as she tossed her phone aside and quickly got dressed. There was no sense in waiting. Either she was pregnant or she wasn't. There was no inbetween here.

The drugstore was a blur, her heart in her throat as she made her way down the aisle, grabbing a pregnancy test off the shelf and heading straight to a cash register. The cashier rang her up without a word, and before she knew it, she was back in her apartment, staring at the small box like it was a ticking time bomb.

She took a long, deep breath, ripping the box open and reading the instructions, though she didn't really need to. She already knew how it worked. She just didn't want to face the possibility of what those two little lines might mean.

A few minutes later, she sat on the floor of her bathroom, the test clutched in her hands. The seconds felt like hours as she waited for the result, her heart pounding in her ears.

Finally, she looked down.

Two lines. Positive.

She forgot how to breathe, the room seeming to tilt around her. She blinked, staring at the test in disbelief. Pregnant. She was pregnant.

This couldn't be happening. She wasn't ready for this--she had just started her career, barely knew what she was doing, and now... this? And then, as if on cue, another thought pushed its way through: Nico.

Oh my god. Nico.

She hadn't seen much of him lately, but there was no escaping this. He had to know. It wasn't just her life that was about to change--it was his, too.

Jean sat there for a long minute, staring blankly at the test, trying to process the new information. She knew what she would have to do. She had to tell Nico. There was no way around it.

Or she could just flee the country and--

No, she had to tell Nico.

~~

Jean found herself standing outside the locker room after practice, her heart racing as she clutched the little plastic stick in her bag. She had rehearsed the conversation in her head a thousand times, but now that she was there, the words seemed to vanish.

The door swung open, and she saw Nico walking out, towel slung around his neck, still dripping from the shower. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw her standing there, his expression unreadable.

"Jean." His voice was cautious, and she could clearly make out the hestitation in his eyes. Neither of them had spoken much since their argument, but now, the tension felt even thicker than before.

"I need to talk to you."

He nodded slowly, stepping aside to let her in. He led her down the hall to a more private corner, where the noise of the players faded away. Jean took a deep breath, her fingers tightening around the strap of her bag as she tried to find the right words.

"Nico," she started, her voice trembling despite her best efforts to stay calm. "I didn't want to have this conversation like this, but... there's something you need to know."

Nico's postured stiffened, his brow furrowed. "What is it?"

Jean swallowed hard and reached into her bag, pulling out the test. She held it up, her heart rattling her bones. "I'm pregnant."

For a second, Nico just stared at her, his eyes widening as he registered what she'd just said. He looked at the test in her hand, then back at her face, as if waiting for her to tell him it was a joke.

But it wasn't.

"You're... what?" His voice was low, disbelieving, as if he couldn't quite wrap his head around it.

"I'm pregnant," she repeated, her throat tightening as she said the words out loud. "And it's yours."

Nico took a step back, running a hand through his damp hair, his expression changing every second. "How? I mean... we were careful. Right?"

Jean shook her head, feeling a lump form in her throat. "I thought so too, but... things happen. Condoms break. And now..." She trailed off, not sure what else to say. The truth was staring them both in the face, and there was no avoiding it.

Nico let out a sharp breath, "So, what now? You expect me to just... what, drop everything and deal with this?"

"No, Nico. I'm not asking for anything. I just thought you had a right to know."

His voice rose, "Right to know? You drop this on me and think it's just about telling me? Jean, this changes everything. I--"

He stopped himself, running his hands over his face as if he was trying to keep his emotions in check. When he looked over at her again, his eyes were filled with something darker, something that made Jean's stomach twist with dread.

"Did you do this on purpose?" he asked, his voice quieter, but no less harsh.

"What? No! How could you even think that?"

"I don't know," Nico snapped. "But this whole thing... it just feels off. You show up here, you get this job, and now, suddenly, you're pregnant? It's too much of a coincidence."

"You think I planned this? That I wanted to trap you or something?"

"I don't know, Jean," he shook his head. "But you have to admit, this timing is--"

"Don't," Jean cut him off, her voice trembling with emotion. "Don't accuse me of something like that. I didn't plan this, and I certainly didn't expect this to happen. Do you think I want to be in this position? Do you think I'm thrilled about this? Because I'm not."

Nico stared at her, his jaw clenched tight, but he didn't say anything. The silence between them was thick and heavy, filled with everything they weren't saying, and everything they were too afraid to admit.

"I came to you because I thought you deserved to know," she continued. "But if you can't even trust me enough to believe this wasn't some scheme, then maybe this was a mistake."

Nico opened his mouth to say something, but Jean didn't give him a chance. She shook her head, turning on her heel and walking out of the locker room before the tears she had been holding back could fall.

He stood there, frozen, as she walked out. His heart pounded in his chest, his mind still processing the news.

Pregnant. She was pregnant.

And it was his.

He sank onto the bench, running a hand through his hair, his breath coming in short bursts. This wasn't how he expected his life to go. He wasn't ready for this--hell, he didn't even know how to process it. But Jean... her words echoed in his head, over and over again.

I didn't plan this. I certainly didn't expect this to happen.

He wanted to believe her. He really did. But his trust had been shaken too many times before, and now, with this bombshell, he didn't know how to handle it. He wasn't ready to be a father. He wasn't ready for the responsibility that came with that. But ready or not, this was happening. And no matter how confused or scared he was, he had to figure out how to deal with it. Because whatever he was feeling, Jean was feeling 100 times worse.

~~

The days after her confrontation with Nico were a blur for Jean. She threw herself into her work, doing her best to push the pregnancy--and Nico's harsh words--out of her mind. But it wasn't easy. Every morning brought a fresh wave of vomitting and a reminder of the reality she was living.

She was pregnant. And Nico's reaction had shattered whatever fragile understanding they had left.

Her body was feeling the effects, and every small change was another punch to the face. She was on her own now, and it terrified her. She had spent sleepless nights wondering if Nico would come around or if she would have to face this all on her own.

But how could he accuse her of something so cruel? After everything, he thought she'd tried to trap him, as if she was that kind of person. The more she thought about it, the more it hurt.

And yet, despite everything, part of her still wanted to reach out. To hear him say he didn't mean it. But the silence between them stretched on, and Jean knew better than to hope for an apology that might never come.

Nico hadn't been himself since Jean dropped the news. He tried to focus on hockey, tried to throw himself into practice and games, but it wasn't working. His mind was always somewhere else, replaying Jean showing him the test.

He had fucked up. He knew it.

After Jean had walked out, he had sat there for what felt like hours, going over everything in his head. The way she looked at him when she told him she was pregnant--the hurt in her voice when he accused her of trapping him. And the worst part? He knew she was telling the truth. Deep down, he knew she hadn’t planned any of this.

But his fear had gotten the better of him. The weight of his responsibilities as team captain, his career, his life in the public eye--it had all come crashing down the moment Jean told him she was pregnant, and instead of handling it with maturity, he had lashed out.

He had always been guarded, always cautious about letting people in. Too many times, he'd been burned by people that only cared about his status. But Jean wasn't like that. She hadn't even known who he was when they met. She hadn't wanted anything from him--at least, not until now.

Now, she was carrying his child, and instead of being there for her, he had accused her of manipulating him.

"You're an idiot, Hischier," he mumbled to himself as he sat alone in the locker room after practice. He didn't know how to fix this, but he knew he had to do something. He couldn't leave things like this--not with Jean, and not with the baby.

He wasn't ready to be a father. Hell, he didn't even know where to begin. But ready or not, this was happening, and he couldn't just shut it out and walk away from it.

Taking a deep breath, Nico pulled out his phone and stared at Jean's name in his contacts. She'd given it to all the players in case they ever needed to schedule a last minute appointment. His thumb hovered over the screen for a moment before he finally worked up the courage to send a message.

Can we talk?

Jean was in the middle of finishing up a session with Dawson when her phone buzzed. She glanced down, considering ignoring it when she saw Nico's name. Wanting him to feel the way she did when she first found out. But her curiousity--and the small part of her that still thought he'd apologize--won out.

She opened the message, reading his simple yet heavy request. She sighed, weighing her options. Part of her wanted to tell him no, to make him feel the rejection she had been feeling. But she wasn't that kind of person, and this wasn't just about her anymore. She had to do what was best for her baby.

Ok. When?

His response was immediate. After practice tomorrow. I'll meet you at the training room.

She wasn't sure what to expect from this conversation, but she had to find out where they stood. She had to know if he was going to step up or leave this for her to manage on her own.

~~

Jean didn't really want to have this conversation, but she knew she had to. She had felt angry, hurt, and confused for days now. Whatever happened next, she knew she had to handle it.

Nico arrived after a few minutes, looking as tired and conflicted as she was. His eyes met hers, but neither of them spoke. Everything felt heavy and uncomfortable.

"I'm sorry," Nico blurted out. "For what I said. For how I reacted."

Jean just blinked, caught off guard by his apology. She hadn't expected one to come at all, let alone this quickly.

"I was scared. I freaked out. I'm not proud of it, but I did. This wasn't something I had ever imagined happening to me, and I... I didn't handle it well.

She nodded slowly, listening to everything he had to say. She could hear the sincerity in his voice, the guilt that had been eating at him. But it didn't erase the pain of what he'd said before.

"I didn't want to hurt you. And I didn't mean what I said. I don't think you trapped me. I don't think you planned this."

"You really hurt me, Nico. I didn't ask for this either. I wasn't trying to ruin your life or mess with your career. I was just as shocked as you were."

"I know. I know that now. And I'm sorry. I've been a fucking idiot."

"What happens now?"

Nico rubbed the back of his neck, "I don't know. But I do know that I'm not going to walk away from this. From you. I... I'm scared, Jean. I've never been this scared in my life. I don't know what I'm doing. But I want to figure it out. I want to be there."

Jean felt some relief wash over her, but she wasn't ready to let go of all her reservations quite yet. "You don't have to have all the answers right now, Nico. But I need to know you're going to be there. For me and for our baby."

"I will. I promise."

There was still so much they had to figure out, so many challenges ahead, but at least they were on the same page. At least now, they were facing everything together.

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Lloyd Garmadon { Spend more time in my arms, babe }

~~~

It was a day of silence from any bad guy today. It happens once every blue moon for these more poor ninjas, time to relax and indulge in hobbies.

On this fine sunny day sat the green ninja distracted by a video game, yet his lover was next to him, having missed him and wished for any spec of attention. Poking his side from time to time being told the same line of 'Just a few more minutes, love' but it extended for longer then liked.

As time scurried away with a haste, so did their patients. Admiration lingerd in their gaze as they have time to now look closer at every shape of his face, aphrodity had blessed this man, and he didn't even know.

A tilit of their head then flicked a strand of golden blond hair behind his ear. Tiny little smile crept up, without even noting Lloyd's focus shifting from the coloured screen to his lovers gaze.

The screen turned dark with big bold letters stating his loss, but oh, how he could care less at this very moment. Flames of warmth washed over his cheek, coating in a soft pink from the soft caress like touches from you.

"Yes?" Sounding almost breathless while speaking yet stood a ground, hearts pounding like matching drums next to one another. You could only blink almost from suprise as the hand slid down to cup his cheek in a manner of affection.

"I've missed you, Lloyd." His lover mentioned making him feel a little guilt for moving focus throughout the day, moving to kiss the inside of your palm with a small love struck grin.

"I'm all yours." A whisper of a promise was called into the dimly light bedroom, stars dancing in his forest green eyes as they picked up the lights shine.

" Took you long enough." Cracking a dry chuckle, your hand trailed down his cheek to incircle his neck with both arms, pulling in for a long needed hug. Without much hesitation, he did the same around your waist, pulling you down on the bed. A small sound of surprise left his lover.

Both frames latched to another as a reminder of their flaming souls roaring for the other. He gave a light squeeze and a small boyish grin. "You're lucky that I love you." Mumbling between prepping a few kisses along the hairline, gauging a reaction from you to get another heartfelt laugh. "I love you too, my gamer."

~~~

I know this wasn't a request buuut I got inspired and wanted to post this first thehe I'll be back and working in a little!! This is also, in a way, my own late birthday gift to myself! Hope you enjoyed this little scenario!! ♡

I giggled to myself while writing this

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